Page 9 of Worthy: Cassius and Faith
In any event, she was right. She wasn’t good enough for him.
And she was my gene pool—I was all too aware of it. I’d never wanted to become pregnant young and end up like her: inexperienced, alone, and in over my head.
I did want to have a family someday when I was married, settled, and financially secure... When I had my act together. When would that be? As early as this morning, I’d been an employee at a billionaire’s sex club.
I had money now, but it was all so new. I didn’t even know how to live. I could rent an apartment or buy a house, but where? Near Lucas’s treatment center? What would I do once the baby came? How could I take care of Lucas and a newborn when I could barely take care of myself?
You can do it with money, I thought. I supposed that, as a multimillionaire, I’d be able to pay a babysitter. Of course, I could. But I had zero idea where to find one, or what you paid them, or anything else. Just like I had no idea what it was like to have an actual baby and all the things you needed—like car seats, cribs, diapers, and who the heck knew what else. I’d help care for Lucas as an infant, but that was long ago. I was clueless and smart enough to know it. And I didn’t want to be a clueless mother because my mother had been one, and I’d had an awful childhood.
My mind wandered to even more unwelcome territory. I did not get pregnant on my own. The baby—if I was, in fact, pregnant—had a father. What did Cassius think of all this? He’d signed a contract to bang a virgin, and instead, he’d ended up getting me pregnant. For a confirmed billionaire bachelor who’d just opened a gentlemen’s sex club, this could not be welcome news.
I listlessly chewed another grape, mulling my situation.
Before I’d taken the pregnancy test, I’d let myself hope that Cassius and I might be something to each other. The truth was, he was already something to me. I’d been so relieved when he hadn’t sent me away I almost cried. “Would you like to stay with me, Faith?” His words saved me from the depths of my despair. But I didn’t know what it meant that I was at his home, that he was having my things sent over, that I’d likely be sleeping in the billionaire’s bed again that night.
I feared it was just prolonging the inevitable goodbye.
A familiar voice called out, breaking me from my downward-spiraling reverie. “What are you wearing, Faith?”
I lowered my sunglasses to find Cassius Blackwood standing on the pool deck, staring at me.
“A bikini. Sir,” I added hastily.
“Did I give you permission to wear something too skimpy?” he asked, coming closer.
“No, Sir.” A charge of excitement zipped through me.
“Roll onto your stomach,” Cassius ordered. “I want to see if it’s as bad as I think.”
I eagerly did as I was told. When I was on my stomach, he let out a growl. “Did I ever tell you that you were allowed to wear a thong like that?”
“No, Sir.” I took a deep breath. “But I wanted to look good.”
“Oh, you look good.”
He stalked closer. Before I knew it, his hand was cupping my ass. I immediately got wet and slick between my legs.
“Did you put that thong on for me, Faith?”
“Yes, Sir,” I said meekly.
“Are you trying to get fucked again?”
I lowered my sunglasses again. Throwing caution to the wind, I grinned at the billionaire. “Absolutely, Sir.”
CHAPTER SIX
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Cassius
I hadn’t planned on banging Faith as soon as I returned to the house. We probably needed to talk. We definitely had important things to figure out. But when I caught sight of her, splayed out on the lounge chair, her perfect breasts jutting from beneath her bikini top, my cock went rigid. There was only one course of action I could take.
Fuck it. There was nothing to do but get inside her.
“Are you trying to get fucked again, Faith?”
Her grin was wicked. “Absolutely, Sir.”
