The Billionaire and His PA novel Chapter 73

Cassie didn’t stir again until it was properly morning and when she did, the first thing that came into view was Felix’s face.

“Good morning, sleepy head.” He greeted looking down at her.

Granted, Cassie was startled by his close proximity but composed herself and managed to rise from his lap without making a fool of herself.

“Good morning.” She said groggily. “What time is it?”

Felix shrugged. His phone had died the night before and his laptop had done the same a couple of minutes after he had woken up in the morning. Still, he hadn’t gotten up to charge any of them as he hadn’t wanted to bother Cassie.

She stood from the couch and walked down the hallway to the grandfather clock that had lost its chime a while ago but still told the correct time.

“Oh my God! It’s past nine.” She screeched from the hallway and ran back inside the room.

“I’m late for work. You’re late for work. And you guys are late for school! Hit the showers, you guys.” She demanded, nudging her siblings awake and shooing them in the direction of their bathroom.

“They’ll be fine if they miss one day of school and we’ll be fine if we’re a couple of hours late to work. There are more pressing matters at hand.” Felix said, his voice growing solemn.

“Isabel came in last night.”

Cassie lifted a brow and sat beside him with her leg tucked under her. “You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.”

“It sort of was. She had bruises on her body. She wanted to talk to you but she also didn’t want to wake you so she just went to bed.”

“Fuck!” Cassie exclaimed. Any bruises on Isabel could have only come from Club Indigo.

“Did you check on her throughout the night?”

“No. She said something about not being comfortable with talking about it with me since she didn’t know me that well and I wanted to respect her privacy. Also, every time I tried to move you would hold me down.”

“I didn’t.” Cassie whined covering her face with her hands.

“You did. You also said I smelt nice.”

“Ugh.” Isabel groaned walking into the scene.

“You guys have no right to be this cute this early in the morning.”

“You’re awake.” Cassie said lamely. Seeing that Isabel’s hair was fluffed up from the blow dryer and that there was only a little bit of glitter left on her body, Cassie could tell that she had already showered. She had borrowed a pair of leggings and a hoodie which she drew over her face but Cassie could still see the hand shaped bruise on her cheek.

“Yeah. I’ve been up for a while but I only started to dress up when I heard you launch into your rant about how late everyone is.”

“What happened last night?” Cassie asked.

Isabel looked from her friend to Felix. She wasn’t going to say anything about what happened with a stranger sitting in on the conversation. Felix took the hint.

“I think I should go shower.”

“Oh, okay. The twins are in the other shower so you can use mine.” Cassie said. She only realized what she had done when Felix left and closed the door to her room behind him. She had recently done laundry but hadn’t gotten around to putting away any of it yet. She would die from embarrassment if Felix should catch even a glimpse of any of her lingerie.

“Don’t look so pale. I de-stressed by cleaning up your room.”

“Thank you.” Cassie said, releasing a breath.

“What happened last night? Was it a client?”

“I’m talking about Shine. You know brown hair, brown eyes, nice tits. She owes me money. She hasn’t come home since yesterday, I asked around and the other girls at the club said that you guys are best of friends. They even gave me the address to this dump.” He spat. “I know Shine is here.”

“I hate to break it to you but I haven’t seen her in weeks. Now if you don’t mind, I’m going to have to cut this conversation short.” She said and made to close the door. But she had underestimated Big Daddy’s strength and overestimated the strength of the door’s chain. With one solid push, he barreled through the door, breaking the chain and pushing Cassie to the ground in the process.

“Shine! I know you’re in here, you fucking whore.” He bellowed, standing arms akimbo in the middle of the living room. “Our deal was that I would get sixty percent of your cut from whoever you fucked. Where’s my money you…

"Who the fuck are you?”

“I could ask you the same.”

Steading herself with the door handle, Cassie rose to find Felix standing at the entrance to the living room. He must have just come out of the shower as his hair and torso were slick with water. The only clothes he had on were his work pants which hung low enough from the lack of a belt that Cassie could see his well-defined V line. She forced herself to look away. Now was not the time to lust over his perfect abs.

“I think it’s about time you left.” Felix said sternly. “You are clearly not wanted here.”

“Piss off. I’m not leaving until that whore brings out the other whore.”

“I told you already, Shine isn’t here.” Cassie insisted.

He marched towards Cassie and waved a meaty finger at her. “Listen here you…”

Neither Cassie nor Big Daddy were prepared for when Big Daddy was pulled backwards and slammed into a wall so violently that two frame photos fell off. One of Big Daddy’s hands was pinned behind his back and his face was pressed against the wall so that the wounds on his face that had started to heal had reopened.

“No. Listen here, you sorry excuse for a human being.” Felix began in a low voice filled with thinly veiled wrath. “I don’t know who you are and personally, I don’t care. What I do care about however, is this house and everyone in it. I will not have you coming here and constituting a nuisance. Now apologize to her.”

“I’m sorry.”

“Good.” When Felix pushed him towards the door, he saw that Big Daddy held the hand that had been pinned behind his back protectively. It was probably dislocated at the shoulder joint but that wasn’t his problem. “Make no mistake, if I ever hear about you bothering anyone in this house ever again, I will find you and I will make you sorry that you were ever born. Now get the fuck out of here.” With one finally push, he shoved Big Daddy out of the door, not caring if he broke something as he tumbled down the porch stairs