First Love

CASSIE’S POV

” Do I look okay?” I asked to my makeup artist.

She clicked her tongue and guided me in front of the wall mirror. For a second, I looked nervously at my reflection but when my brain captured my reflection in the mirror, my lips curled up into small smile.

I’ve been dressed in a scarlet, classy gown which was backless and sophistically exposing my cleavage. My smooth and jet black hairs were cascading down my shoulders. Teamed up with blood red lipstick and seductive eyes, indeed I look like an epitome of gorgeousness.

Call it my luck or blessing of god that I’ve been born with perfection. Everything about me screams attention. When I step outside, every pair of eyes turn in my direction, some in jealousy and some in appreciation. And trust me, I love that feel when I become everyone’s center of attraction.

” Perfecto.” I clapped my hands and blew a kiss at my reflection.

” Mam, there are fans outside your house. Would you like to meet them?” My personal assistant asked, almost drooling over me.

I smirked. I can’t blame his hormones after all I know I am hard to resist. ” Not now, I have to attend the party.”

He nodded and called the driver to bring my car on front door. I took one last glance in the mirror and then walked to my car.

Chauffeur opened the backseat door and I slowly sat inside while managing not to crease my gown. As the driver turned the engine on and started driving the car, whole surrounding was filled with thousands of people who happens to be my fan. I smiled and waved them before closing my eyes and leaning into leather seat.

Being a celebrity is not an easy job. In fact it’s tiring when it comes to my fans.

It’s been four years since my debut album was released in market and after that, I been praised for my singing talent like there’s no tomorrow.

Singing is like a drug for me and my songs are the drug for my fans. Beautiful, isn’t it?

” Mam, we are here.”

I nodded and waited for my bodyguards to open the door and as they did, I stepped out. Once again every pair of eyes were on me but it didn’t made me uncomfortable instead I was thrilled. I smiled at the paparazzi who were constantly clicking my pictures. Tomorrow I am going to become the face of every magazine’s front cover and headlines of every news channel.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

Ah. Now this is life!

After posing for the cameras, I made my way inside and held a confident expression.

” Ladies and gentleman, here comes the sizzling beauty, Cassie Fox. A huge hand of applause for her everyone. ”

I smiled and searched my eyes through the crowd to find some familiar figures. Actually they all were familiar to me since they all belongs to classy background but it isn’t like they all are of my standard. I mean come on, I am Cassie Fox… No one can match my standard well until my eyes fell on none other then Max, my Max.

He was seated on the corner, looking bored as hell. I blushed, profusely as the images of us having s–x invaded into my mind. After taking one long breath, I approached him and took a seat beside him.

He startled for a moment before rolling his eyes and maintaining distance from me. I pouted and grabbed his hand which he instantly shoved away as if I was some germ.

I maintained a neutral face although from inside my heart shrunk.

” Are you stalking me?” He asked in irritation.

I shook my head with a smile and for a moment admired his face. He’s no less than a Greek god. Everything about him tells the story of his perfection and class.

” Don’t forget that you’re my whore not my girlfriend.” He spat, gulping the shot down his throat.

My gaze fell on my lap and I had an almost wish to laugh at the irony. I had given him my virginity and he’s calling me his whore?

But it’s okay. I have no problem in being his whore if it means having a chance to be with him even if it’s just for s–x.

I know that he loves my body but I love him. Yes, I love Max Costello since I was twenty one and it’s been four years but still my love for him, never faded away.

He may think of me as a cheap slut who’s clinging to his dear life but in reality he has no idea that to how much extent, I love him. My love for him is pure more than anything else.

He must be thinking that we have met last night for the first time. But actually, I’ve been waiting for him since four f–cking years. Yesterday’s night, he was totally drunk and wasted and when he showed a little interest in me, for a minute I thought that he do feels something for me but when his hand roamed over my body, I realized that how wrong I was. He just wanted s–x from me after all he’s player. What else can I expect from him? But I showed equal interest in him because I wanted him to notice me. I gave him my virginty which I always treasured because from the start only I had decided that my virginity belongs to Max only.

Let me confess something that I didn’t enjoyed the s–x. It was rather brutal than pleasurable. He was rough, way rough for my first time but why should I blame him? He was drunk and probably had no idea that I was virgin. I faked moans and scream just to make him believe that I was actually enjoying.

And today when he called me, I knew that he wanted to f–ck me but still after being sore, I went to his place to offer him my body. He was rough on me and it didn’t took any rocket science for me to understand that he was removing his frustration on me. In someway or another, I was happy that at lest I am some help for him. He didn’t shared his problems with me but at lest he felt relieved by removing his frustration on my body.

I love him, I really do and it’s okay if he will never loves me back. I am okay with being his whore.

Alas! I still remember the day when I had first saw him from across the room. I could tell that my heart had skipped a beat at the sight of such a handsome man. It was my father’s business party and he had came there as a guest. From that moment only, I had promised myself to love him forever. Maybe it was love at first sight.

” Why are you gawking at me?” He clicked his fingers in front of my face, bringing me back to the reality.

I flushed.

” Uh… Nothing… I just love you.” I whispered.

He narrowed his eyes and was about to throw some cranky remark before I shut him up by kissing him. After a second, he started kissing me back till we both ran out of breath.

” You want to f–ck me again, don’t you?” I raised my eyebrows.

He said nothing just gripped onto my wrist and after throwing few excuses to others, he dragged me upstairs to one of the vacant room and locked the door behind us. Before giving me any further moment of react, he pushed me to the wall and captured my lips. I snaked my arms around his waist and let myself drown into the pool of ecstasy.

His lips moved roughly against mine while his hands went back to zip down my dress. Soon I was only in my bra and panty. He shoved his tongue inside my mouth and gave me chance to experience the pleasure of kissing – Max Costello.

” Who are you?” He asked in a seductive voice and traced the lining of my panty.

My body started heating up and every nerve in me throbbed for his touch even if they were rough.

” Whore. I am your whore.” I breathed out.

He smirked in satisfaction before tearing apart my panty and shoving his two fingers into me. I screamed, but this time in pleasure even though there was enough of pain.

He unzipped his pant and took me against the wall as fast and rough as he can. I moaned, trying my best to not let the tears escape my eyelids.

Once he was satisfied, he pushed me aside only to fell on the floor and without giving me any single glance, he left out of the room.

I sat there on the floor naked feeling cheap, dirty, used, disgusting. I felt like I was really a whore.

Tears streamed down my cheeks when I tried to get up but didn’t find the enough strength to do so. My legs were numb but still somehow I managed to get up and cover my body with the gown which was now creased and spoiled. I laughed, pathetically at my situation and wiped the tears away from my face.

It had taken three hours for me to get ready for this party but it didn’t took three minutes to look like a dirt bag.

I pushed the saliva down my throat and went to the bathroom to fix my condition. I rinsed my face through water, removing all the messed up makeups and took out temporary makeup kit from my handbag.

I applied a thick layer of foundation and then all the essential things to give me the look of The Cassie Fox.

I adjusted my hairs and pulled a smile on my face.

“I love you, Max.” I mumbled to myself and with that I decided to go downstairs.

” Are you okay? You look little err… messed up?” A famine voice catches my attention when I was about to took a seat.

I tilted my head in her direction and found  a woman in her mid fifties, offering me concerned expression . I scurried up my eyebrows and nodded, hesitatingly.

She sat to the chair next to me and sighed.

“I am okay.” I defended and shifted my attention away from her.

” Not to be rude or anything but who are you?” I asked.

She smiled a little. ” I am the mother of that man whom you’re dating.”

Eh? I frowned in confusion but minutes later, a bell rang in my head as the realization hit me.

” You’re Max’s mother?”

She nodded and with that stood up only to leave.

F–ck. I just met his mother and that too in such a disoriented condition? Jesus! What if she found me unsuitable for her son?

I bit on my lower lips and quickly typed a message to my driver to bring my car so that I leave from here and lock myself in my bathroom to release my tears which were about to come out.

My heart was waiting for any minute to jump out but somehow I calmed myself down and after hiding my face from everyone, I sat inside my car.

I love you Max and I am ready to get humiliated thousand times like this. I don’t care about anyone not even me, all I do care is about you and only you.