Casidy's POV

Its been a long while since I've been in office on a Saturday and I really wanted to just finalize things and start my weekend. Spencer was driving down from Kingston so we could spend the weekend together, so the quicker I wrapped this up, the quicker i'm outta here.

Charity was spending the weekend with Mummy, because I wasn't ready to introduce her to Spencer as yet. It was way too early! And I had to make sure he was 'the one' before they were even in the same room together.

'Gwaan tell yuh self that thats the real reason' my inner pest said sipping on her martini.

It was now 10:30 am and no sign of Mr. Ross, which was strange. He was always minutes early. With a boss like his, he couldnt risk being late at all.

'Maybe he cancelled and I didn't get the message.' I thought while pulling out my phone from my back pocket to check.

'Ping'

A message came in from Spencer.

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Spencer Wyndam: (Saturday 10:31am)

Hey beautiful,

I am sorry but we'll have to cancel this weekend. Something came up last minute and I'm the only one who can sort it out at this point.

I know that you were looking forward to our plans, but I promise to make it up to you. Talk soon !

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"Good Morning Miss Brown, how are you doing on this swell morning?" A familiar voice echoed in the hallway.

'Lawd Gee, not today!'

This explained why I've been waiting so long. The devil himself was meeting me instead. I could just see that playful look that he had on his face before he even came inside the office.

"Even better!" He chuckled, "a yuh one deh ya!"

'The fucking nerve of this man!'

As the footsteps closed in, I gathered myself. Apart of me wished he wasn't here and the other was eager to see what he had up his sleeve. There was no doubt that he had something planned, especially after lastnight. I had to hold my composure and wait for him to strike.

The door swung open and in strode Reign! He modeled all black with touches of white. His shirt imprinted his packs and his ripped jeans clung sexily to his bottom half. On his feet were a pair of black and white graffiti Air force. I resisted the urge to bite my lips. He was just too damn sexy!

'Talk about a dramatic Entrance!' I rolled my eyes.

"Did you miss me?" He said, slowly stepping closer to my desk.

"I miss the peace that was here before you showed up!" I said with one eyebrow raised.

'Think yuh can more than mi?' I scoffed.

"Shall we get to the matter at hand?" I opened my laptop to show I meant business and only business.

"Why the rush C?" He pulled the chair from the front of the desk to right beside me. Sitting he said, "its not like you have anywhere to be now do you?"

"As a matter of a fact I do, so lets jump into this please!" I tried my best to sell this lie.

Reign's POV

She was a terrible liar and her body language gave it away. Not that I didn't already know that her plans had been cancelled. Master Manipulation, was among my area of expertise.

'Jump in? With all pleasure!' And in no time I leaped in her arms.

She giggled silly, "Yuh know yaa eediot!" She pushed me off instantly.

"Nuh you seh mi fi jump at it? So I did!"

She laughed even harder.

'Thats my girl!'

I missed this! This woman was turning my stone cold heart soft. I just wished she could just understand that I couldn't tell her everything.

'Wa yuh no know cyaan hurt yuh! And jah know it no inna mi intention fi hurt har!'

"Lemmie take yuh out now C," I wasted no time saying. Her laugh seized abruptly. Seriousness swiped her face and I just knew the answer before she even said it.

"Wa mek yuh cyaan just gimmie a fair Chance C? A wa di fuck do mi so?" I was tired of her rejection right now, it was becoming annoying. 'Mi neva get rejected yet.' Not even once! All I wanted was a chance to claim whats mine!

"A wa? Shit da'ab mi or supm? A must dat to pussyclaat!" I shook my head "Casidy wi fuck a ready so ano like issa fuck mi a look from yuh! Mi tell yuh already seh mi waan yuh be mine! So stop from beat round the fucking bush man!"

She stood up furiously. Her eyes flashed black with rage.

'A wonder if mi affi go site staplers and scissors dissa time ya?'

"Lower yuh fucking voice and mine mi affi get dark in ya! This is my place of business! So don't you dare come in here shouting at me, I dont care if you are paying me a million dollar by the second! This is my place and you sure as hell have to respect that! If not you take your fucking business elsewhere!" She slammed the laptop face down and lazered her eyes into mine. "And yuh a behave like yuh dumb! There is no us.... will be no us until yuh tell mi whatever the fuck yuh a hide! Mi tell yuh already! Thats my terms and conditions so if yuh no agree, see the bloodclaat door deh! Leave!"

"Wa yuh really waan know Casidy?" I was on edge, she really will not stop! I slammed my hand on the desk and walked off hitting the wall. It took years of therapy to be at peace with myself and she was whipping up the storm.

"Every... Fucking ... thing!" she screamed. I spun around and she was now facing me. She wasn't backing down at all.

"Every.... Everything like... like... like how mi kill mi own damn Pa! How mi empty di clip inna him! Neva stop pressing the trigger till the gun click! Eeee a that yuh waan hear? Hear bout how mi murder him at the age of 14 afta mi see mi mother out cold from the kick and box wa she get that day. A dat yuh waan hear Casidy?" I watched her back off slowly, step by step. Her eyes were as if she'd seen a Ghost.

"FUCCCKKK!" I held my head in terror, the flashbacks now invading my mind.

She froze after backing into the desk and with her hands holding on to her neck, she was there gasping for air.

'Fuck she cyaan breathe!'