Cassio sat in the car swiping the screen of the tablet on his lap while his driver fidgeted behind the wheel wondering if the would take out his anger on him if the woman came late. Should he drive off after fifteen minutes or wait for the woman to come? He breathed a sigh of relief when he saw the woman storm into the garage with red curls bouncing and clothes clinging to her curves, she was one really beautiful woman. Feeling uncomfortable for no reason he glanced to the mirror to see his boss staring at him as if he could read his thoughts. Turning beet red, he faced the wheel as the woman entered the passenger's seat slamming the door of the car, of course Cassio paid no attention to the way his driver had looked at her, it was none of his concern, the kiss yesterday had been a mistake. He had taken too much whiskey to be attracted to the fiery woman, he preferred them docile.
As they drove off , Verena turned away from him looking out the dark tinted window.
"How did you get Emma to trust you?" She asked, her voice cutting through the silence still facing away from him.
"She doesn't trust me, she is just smarter than she looks" he replied.
"Smarter than she looks? She is just eight years old!" She finished finally turning to look at him
"One smart ass eight years old"
"I will never forgive you if something happens to her"
He kept scrolling the screen of his phone as if he did not hear her. She scrowled at him, turning back to face the window, watching as they sped past cars and buildings. They finally stopped in front of a huge mall and the door was opened by one of Cassio's men and she got down. Cassio had left her behind and was about to enter the elevator, she had to increase her strides to meet him before the doors of the elevator could close. Inside, she kept as much space as possible as she could between them. They got to the ninth floor and Cassio lead her into a part of the mall.
The girls in the shop bowed and one rushed inside to get their mistress. Verena kept her face cool as she inwardly drooled at the clothes, her finger itched to touch the clothes wondering if they are as soft as they looked.
A dark haired woman in her mid fifties walked in, dressed up like something that came out of a fashion magazine.
"Welcome, mi cara" she greeted Cassio with an Italian accent. "You have come again, why you brought a woman here just the week before"
"I am here for buisness, Victorié" he said in a tone that implied he was too busy for her chitchat. They had walked into another suite, and it was probably reserved for only him because there was no one in it.
She waved to her attendants "Of course, have your seat. We will see to this young lady" two of them hurried to my side pulling me behind a curtain.
They took Verena's measurements with practiced precision, as the seamstress brought fabrics after fabrics out, draping them around her.
"You have beautiful eyes but with the color of your hair, it is going to be hard to find the perfect color" Victorié said as the room flooded with more fabrics
Finally, she picked a silky blue shimmering cloth and her eyes twinkled as she draped it around Verena ,"Perfect! Anna, we do have a gown in this color right? Let her try it on" she said to a young strawberry blonde woman with innocent features.
"Yes ma'am"
She came out with a beautiful gown and it was a perfect fit on her. Verena turned to look at the mirror and smiled in appreciation at her look, at least she wouldn't fail whatever mission Vincent was going to give her, she was way too perfect to fail and with her body count, it was definitely a successful mission. She shouldn't be proud with her body count but if it helped reduce bad guys then she didn't care.
The dress was missing something
"Excuse me, Victorié. Can I make some changes to the dress"
"Absolutely dear, just tell Anna whatever you want and it will be fine" she said turning to go out of the room.
"So Anna, right?" She said, turning to the small framed woman, "can you get me the knife over there?" She asked pointing to the tray that held peeled apples.
She smiled at her as she collected the knife, "the dress is just too tight, don't you think?"
"It's looks perfect on you miss" Anna replied
Verena shrugged before using the knife to make slits on the sides of the dress. Leaving a shocked Anna behind she walked towards the room Cassio was sitting.
"So how is the plan going?" she heard Victorié's voice.
"Everything is going on well" Cassio replied, "you know what to do right?"
"Everything is prepared" Victorié said.
She walked into the room pretending not to care about what they are saying.
She turned to Victorié, who smirked at her, "I want my dresses like this with secret pouches in it"
"That's no problem dear" she said with a huge beam on smile on her face, probably because of the audible chime of money that only her could hear.
"Can we go now?" She asked the man that brought her here, who still refused to look up because he was staring intently at his phone.
He finally raised his head up and she couldn't help but feel disappointed when he showed no reaction. It doesn't really matter, he wasn't her target, besides he wasn't a human, he was a rude, manipulative handsome demon whose body count was probably way more than hers.
"Did you think one expensive dress will be enough to change you into a sophisticated mistress?" he asked her, staring down at her as he stood. Still looking at Verena, "You know what to do Victorié" he said, before walking out the door. Verena stewed behind him, he had in one sentence told her she was unsophisticated.
He should have bought a jacket the moment they walked out of Victorié's shop. Now, the woman was attracting a lot of unwanted attraction, this was why he doesn't bring women shopping. The see through lace covering the deep V neckline that plunged to her stomach did nothing to help matters. He should have ordered everything online but he had to meet Victorié. The little minx behaved as if she wasn't aware of the stares she had been getting.
He had to get her more things that will make people think she was his mistress. He bought jewelries, shoes, bags but all this was to make sure the media captured them. She had to look like honey to attract the bees but he definitely hadn't expected the innocent joy she had on her face as she made his guards carry bag after bag. No matter how hard she had tried to hide it she looked like a child with candy.
That was until they got back to the car, she made sure there was enough space between them and he kept trying to make sure her milky thighs do not distract him.
The fact that she wasn't paying attention to him irked him for some reason so he broke the silence
"You understand what you are supposed to do right, Verena?" Cassio's voice was firm, commanding attention.
Verena's gaze flickered briefly to meet his before returning to the passing scenery outside. "Crystal clear."
Cassio's jaw clenched slightly, but he let the matter drop for now. He wouldn't push her further—not yet.
As they arrived home, tension hung heavy in the air between them. Verena got down from the car as if she couldn't bear being in the same place as him, her footsteps echoing with the weight of her anger. Cassio watched her go, his jaw set in determination. He was used to being called domineering—it came with the territory.
Verena slammed the door of her room loudly, she already knew what she had to do why did he keep reminding her. Just thinking of making those old pervert salivate after her was disgusting enough. She shivered at the thought of it but for Emma she would do anything.
She felt like taking a dip in the pool she had spotted from the back of the house when she stormed in the other time. She arranged the clothes she bought into the now empty closet and picked out the polka dot cotton swimsuit she had bought. It was the only modest thing she bought. She had snatched it from the hanger in the Victoria secret store when Cassio wasn't looking, else she wouldn't have bought it. Wearing a long jacket over it, she tried to find her way to the pool. She ended up in the same place thrice refusing to ask for help from anybody. To her, they all had a hand in her kidnapping even though it was Cassio that had made the order.
Finally finding the pool house, she shed off her jacket and was about to dive in when she heard water sloshing. She grunted her frustration as a crown of golden hair beneath the water swam towards to her.
"What are you doing here?" She asked, hands on her hips as he came out of the water.
"I am taking a dip in MY pool, got a problem with that?" He said using the edge of the pool to prop himself up.
She just glared at him and turned to make a dramatic exit but instead made a dramatic entry into the pool as she slipped and fell into the water with a great splash. Smirking at the sight of her fall, Cassio turned to leave but made the mistake of looking back at her. Droplets of water formed paths through her body and he could see her nipples hard because of the cold.
He turned to face her, "You are no longer allowed inside here, Verena"
She spluttered, "Wh...what?!"
But he had already left,
"You conniving, narcissistic, rude, BASTARDO!!" she shouted at his back.