The Billionaire Hit Woman

CASSANDRA

“Hey!” I call out to him, walking towards him, “Are you trying to poison me?” I ask while peering over his shoulders to look at what he is cooking. He is making pancakes, and they kinda look okay, although they are so freaking shapeless. I guess it should taste okay since pancakes aren’t that hard to make.

“What do you mean?” He chuckles, still focused on what he is making. I giggle lightly at how cute he looks when he’s focused, I’ve never seen anyone so focused on making simple pancakes before.

“You’re cooking.” I deadpan.Copyright by Nôv/elDrama.Org.

“I don’t get what you’re trying to say.” He says, still focused, and wipes sweat off his forehead with the back of his arm.

I roll my eyes at how dense he is. “You don’t know how to cook, remember? You never paid attention to your mum’s cooking lessons, and you said it yourself that your cooking is very terrible.”

“Come on, don’t be like that. At least its’ edible.” He laughs, with his back still facing me.

“If you can cook, why then did you hire me then? Because I’m legit not living like a house help.” I ask him, sniffing the air as the, surprisingly pleasant, aroma of the pancakes fill the air.

“One, because I wanted to. Two, you didn’t have anywhere to go to and I felt inclined to help you, and three…” He pauses, and I can see a blush creeping to his cheeks, before he adds, “… I was attracted to you, and kinda fell for you at first sight.

I pause before I burst out laughing, “Love at first sight? What a joke! You crack me up really good Nick, and do you know how cringe you sound right now?” I wipe the tears that has formed in my eyes.

“I’m serious.” He laughs still focused on what he’s making. Chill out dude, it’s just pancake. He yelps in pain as his finger accidentally makes contact with the hot side of the frying pan.

“Are you okay?” I ask, holding his finger which was now red.

“I’m fine.” He grins, looking into my eyes.

I look away blushing. “Okay, enough with the silly jokes, let me help you before you hurt yourself again.” I say and push him away from the cooker, before adding, “You can also help me by putting on some clothes, I’d really appreciate it.”

“Why? Is my exposed upper body bothering you?” He asks, grinning, but I don’t answer him, because it is bothering me and it’s more annoying that it bothers me. I start to fry perfect looking pancakes. In your face Nicholas, you rookie.

“Well, I guess you are as attracted to me as I am attracted to you.” He says, making stop what I’m doing to look at him.

“Stop flattering yourself and overthinking things Nick, it’s only proper for you to put on something.” I say, and face what I’m doing, as I try to concentrate on making beautiful, circle pancakes, and not whatever he was making.

“Don’t deny it Cassy.” He says and then he hugs me from the back, pressing his chest against my back, making freeze in shock. Pull away Cassy. Do it. Now. My mind tells me to pull away but I stay frozen to the spot.

“What do you mean? And will you let me go? I’m trying to create a masterpiece over here.” I say, trying to act ignorant as I try to focus on the pancakes since my hands are still free, and also trying to ignore the fact that I can feel his erection, and also the fact that it’s driving my hormones crazy, and making me wet. Curse you stupid hormones.

“You know what I mean Cassandra, we are not kids so you don’t have to deny it. I am attracted to you and you are attracted to me.” He says again and my throat goes dry because he is speaking the truth. I’ve been trying my very best to deny it, and bury it, but as much as I’d love to disagree, I can’t help feeling attracted to him, although I don’t think it’s love… I hope not.

“And when I said I liked you, I meant it. I really like you, so much that it’s driving me crazy.” He whispers in my ear, his warm breath fanning my neck, making my skin tingle in excitement.

“Look! We shouldn’t be doing this.” I say as I turn to face him. I see him staring at my lips and my eyes goes to his too. I look away, feeling the kitchen suddenly become hotter, and his hands tighten round my waist.

I let out a deep breath and look back at him, into his deep blue eyes. “Look, Nick-” I start to say, but he cuts me off as he crashes his lips on mine, his hold on my waist tightening. My eyes widen in shock as he sucked on my lips hungrily. I start to push him away but end up giving in, my hands combing through his hair, forgetting all about the pancake.

He pushes me against the working space by the gas cooker, his hands going everywhere, as he guides one of my hand to his erection. The feel of his erection against my hand, coupled with the smell of burning pancake snaps me out of my insanity. “Stop” I yell and push him away from me, in the process, his hand hits the frying pan stick, and the burnt pancake flies out of the pan and lands on his arm, while the bowl of pancake batter falls to the ground, the content spilling across the floor.

“Fuck!” He hisses out in pain, shaking off the pancake which lands on the floor, while holding his burnt hand with his other hand.

“Oh my God! I’m so sorry” I cry out, turning off the gas cooker. “I should have been more careful, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean for that to happen.” I keep apologizing to him.

“Calm down Cassy, it’s not that bad, I promise.” He says and chuckles, making me frown at him before pulling his hand.

“Look at your hand, it’s red and you’re telling me it’s not bad, are you serious? You know what, just sit and let me treat you, and I’m not taking no for an answer, so sit.” I command sternly.

“It’s fine.” He chuckles.

“Don’t be a pain in the ass Nick. Sit.” I hiss out glaring at him. He puts his hands up in surrender and then sits at the stool in front of the counter.

“Thank you.” I mutter. “Where do you keep the first aid box?” I ask.

“I usually put in the cupboard, on the second drawer to the left but I think I put it on the freezer.” He says and I nod before walking to the freezer at the end of the kitchen. I pick the first aid box that’s sitting on the top of the freezer and then walk back to where he is still sitting, patiently waiting for me.

“You shouldn’t have kissed me.” I say as I open the first aid box. I dip the cotton wool inside the bottle of iodine before putting it on the wound gently.

“You shouldn’t have kissed me back either ” He says, making me look up from what I’m doing to give him a very stern frown.

“You shouldn’t have kissed me at all Nick.” I say again, and he goes silent. He doesn’t alter a word till I finish cleaning his wound. I blow on the wound gently and then bandage before getting up, smiling at what I just did.

He still doesn’t say anything and I am bothered by the silence and the cold air between us. I shrug it off and pack the iodine and the pack of cotton wool back into the first air box before taking it back to the freezer. I remember it’s actually meant to be in the cupboard, so I walk to where the cupboard is and then stand on my toes as I try to put the first aid box back on the second shelf where it is supposed to be.

Why is the shit so high up? I struggle with putting the box back since, for some reason, it is so high up. After a while, the box gets snatched from my hands by Nicholas and he puts it back in its rightful place and again we are in the awkward position as before, with my back pressed against his chest. I don’t turn back because I am afraid we might end up kissing again, so I just stay there staring at the wall, with my breast pressed up against the wall, while breathing uniformly.

“I think we should clean the pancake batter off the floor so we don’t trip or something.” I say and then try to slide out from between he and the wall, but he puts both of his hands on the wall, blocking my path so I don’t leave.

“What are you doing?” I ask, managing to face him. He’s not really giving me any breathing space with the way he’s pressing himself into me. I feel his erection press against my vagina, “Oh, shit! Could you please move backwards?” I look up into his eyes which is now filled with passion and lust. I guess that’s a no…?

We are now in a very awkward, uncomfortable position, with my boobs pressed against his bare chest, and his erection pressed against my vagina. The funny thing is I’m naked underneath the short gown I’m putting on; no undies, no nothing, and it’s just making this more uncomfortable, and frustratingly hot. He stares at me for a while not saying anything while I just stand still not trying to get out of his hold because I know I can’t since he is stronger than me and maybe because I want to know what he’s going to do next.

“Nick…” I say but it comes out more like a whisper but I don’t blame myself, the middle of my legs are already wet because of this stupid position we’re in, and now, all I can think of as I stare into his eyes is making him take me here and now, but that is a very stupid idea that we’ll probably regret later on, but that still doesn’t change the fact that I want him to do it.

“You’re wet.” He growls, pressing his erection against me further. Did I mention the fabric of this gown is extremely thin? And that’s why I’m not so surprised that he knows.

“What are you doing?” I ask as I try to push him away with my hand, even though I know it’s pointless. I start to regret my action because now my hands are against is rock hard chest and it’s making my insides squirm with desire. Stupid hormones.

“What I should have done the first day I met you.” He says pulling me away from the wall, and against the counter and before I can comprehend what is going on, his lips crashes hungrily against, making me go crazy with desire.