Cassie's Chapter Outfit :

( Marcella )

Last night she had me deadass worried. I thought she was gonna say she didn't like me no more or something along those lines.

Anyways , last night Cassie said she had a meeting to go to and she wanted me to go. I didn't really wanna go because one , they aren't my cup of tea , two , they are boring and three , I will be very bored. 

So here we are pulling up to the stupid building.

Me: Can't I just stay in the car?

Cassie: No , it'll be too hot.

Me: That's why they made air condition.

Cassie: Your not staying in. You came down here to spend time with me , right?

Me: Yeah.

Cassie: Okay then , I'm going in here , so you coming in too.

Me: Noo , lemme stay in. Please.

She sighed.

Danielle: She'll be okay , I'll give her the keys. She can listen to music , run the air , whatever. She'll be okay.

Cassie: Okay. Let's just get the stupid thing over and done with.

I smiled as Danielle walked off , my smile faded once I noticed Cassie was still there.

Me: What're you still doing here. Your meeting is in there.

Cassie: Are you sure you don't wanna go in?

I laughed and leaned back against the seat.

Me: I'm positive. I'll be okay , Cassie. Nothing is gonna happen.

Cassie: What if you get hungry? 

Me: Give me your card and I can order Jimmy Johns. They'll come riding up on the bike.

I began laughing but stopped once I saw Cassie wasn't.

Cassie: Your a pain in my ass , but here.

I tried to take it from her hand but she held my hands behind my back and slipped the card in my shirt and bra.

Cassie: There's a McDonald's if you go out of this parking lot and keep going on Danhoover. You'll see it , it's on the right.

Me: Okay , now go before your late.

Cassie: I wish I didn't have to go at all.

Me: You'll survive.

She kissed my cheek and got out the car and walked in. I climbed up front and sat in the drivers seat. I locked the doors which locked me inside of the Range Rover.

Me: What to do now.

Now that I think about it , I should've went inside the building. 

My phone vibrated , I cut the screen on and looked at the message Cassie sent.

Cassie : If you wanna come up , we're on the 12th floor in room 4C.

Mixed.Girl : 4C ? Wth .

Cassie : Lmao , yes . 4C. The doors go like 1A , 2A , 3A , 4A. Then 1B , 2B , 3B , 4B and lastly 1C , 2C , 3C , 4C , and we're in 4C.

Mixed.Girl : That's stupid af -.-

She sent back two laughing emojis.

Cassie : Ik , but you wanna bring me some food ?

Mixed.Girl: See I would , except ian got none.

Cassie : Go get some. Mcdonald's please?

Mixed.Girl : I hate you .

Cassie: I love you .

Mixed.Girl : Go fuck yourself .

Cassie : I got people for that .

Mixed.Girl : Then you don't need me , goodbye .

Cassie : No , no . Please don't leave me .

Mixed.Girl : You don't got nobody else to fuck you , right ?

Cassie : Yeah .

Mixed.Girl : Mhm . What you want ?

( Cassie )

I sent her what I wanted from McDonald's and cut off my phone. 

Danielle was talking to Meagan Camper's manager.

I thought back to the text message and began thinking what Marcella might do when I tell her I've slept around on her. So far , I got that she's going to leave me. I know that Danielle said that she might not leave me , but I know Marcella like the back of my h-

Danielle: CASSIE!

I jumped and looked at her , mad that she interrupted my thoughts.

Me: WHAT!?

Danielle: It's settled.

Me: What is?

Michael -Meagan's Manager- spoke up.

Michael: We're you listening to anything we said?

Me: No , not really. I never listen to anything.

Meagan laughed and held her hand out for a highfive and I gave her one.

Danielle: We think that for great publicity for the both of you , you two should date. It doesn't have to be actually dating , but just something for the paparazzi to make a scene out of.

Me: And why is the paparazzi even fucking important? My real relationship is already on the edge and once I tell her this shit , it might even be done for more than it already will be.

Danielle: Cassie , honey , it's great for publicity.

Me: FUCK PUBLICITY! I DON'T GIVE A FUCK , DANIELLE!

I hit the table with every syllable and word. Everybody went silent.

Me: I'm not doing this shit.

Michael: I'll pay you.

Me: I got money so I don't need yours.

Danielle: Cassie , I know you do-

The door opened and everybody looked at the door. Marcella stopped in her tracks and looked at everybody else.

Michael: Can we help you? This is a private meeting.

Marcella: Cassie wanted food so I brought her some.

She walked over to me and handed two bags.

Marcella: Yeah , mine is mixed up in there too.

Michael: Who are you.

Marcella looked up at Michael.

Marcella: Who're you?

Michael: Michael Anderson , Meagan Camper's manager.

Marcella: Marcella , Cassie's girlfriend.

She went back into digging into the bag and got out 2 burgers , a fry and a little pack of apples. 

Marcella: The rest is yours but that chocolate shake is mine.

She plopped down on my lap and began eating while leaning up on the table.

Me: Thank you cause I was starving.

Marcella: What are girlfriend's for.

I kissed her temple and began eating my nuggets.

Danielle: Did you lock the doors?

Marcella: Yes ma'am , I did.

Meagan: So how will this work?

Michael: It will be the same thing.

Meagan turned to Marcella.

Meagan: I'm sorry , I never introduced myself. I'm Meagan Camper.

Marcella smiled and shook her hand.

Marcella: Marcella.

They smiled at one another.

Danielle: Michael , I don't think this will work. Cassie has told us that she won't do it.

Michael: Who can resist money?

Cassie: Obviously I can since I said I don't want your money.

Marcella: Wait , what's going on?

Michael: This isn't your place , do not ask questions.

Marcella began looking around , then she looked back at me.

Marcella: He must be talking to you cause it sure as hell aint me. I'll floor his ass in a heartbeat.

I squeezed her thigh.

Me: Calm down. 

Marcella: Hell no. Iono who the fuck he think he talking to.

Danielle: Take her outside the room please.

Marcella: No no. I'm okay , Danny.

Danielle: You sure?

Marcella: Yeah. I'm cool.

Michael: So Cassie , what do you think of this?

One of my hands put a fry in my mouth and the other remain resting on Marcella's bare thigh since she had on a T-Shirt dress.

Me: I don't wanna do it.

Meagan: And neither do I.

Marcella: What is it?

Danielle: Michael wants Cassie and Meagan to date. 

Marcella: But I'm dating Cassie.

Meagan: And I'm working on something with Justin Bieber , the world already knows our sexuality as well.

I stole Marcella's fry that she was about to eat and ate it. She popped my hand. I slipped my hand inside of her dress and slid her boyshorts over to the side. I began to rub her slit. She leaned her mouth into her hand. 

Danielle looked from Marcella to me then busted out laughing making Michael stop talking and look at her.

Michael: Ms. Danielle. How rude.

I slipped two fingers in and began to slowly thrust them in while rubbing her clit with my thumb. Her breathing increased.

Danielle: I-I'm sorry but all I was hearing is bullshit. 

Danielle played that well.

Michael: Excuse me?

Danielle: The girls obviously don't want to do it. Why keep pressuring them?

Michael: Ladies , think about it. This is great publicity! Those who haven't discovered you already , just might!

I leaned up and pulled Marcella closer to me and went deeper. Her unoccupied hand grabbed my wrist , trying to stop or slow me down. Not happening. I went a little faster and she laid her head down on the table infront of the food.

Michael: Is she okay?

Danielle: She stayed up all night and is very tired. 

Michael: She seems to be sweating though.

Danielle: Yeah , it might be hot for her. She gets hot very easily.

Michael: Oh , okay.

Me: Marcella , just let go , okay? Go to sleep.

I bit my tongue to stop myself from laughing as Danielle did too.

I pumped her twice before she flooded my fingers. I pulled out and sucked on my fingers.

Shit , I'll fuck her anywhere.

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