A Graduation Gift

Rufus slammed the car brakes all of a sudden, pulling the car to an halt.

He turned around to check on Cassandra who was sitting in the back seat. Her face was extremely red and her eyes were closed with her eyelashes moving slightly as she frowned. She seemed to be suffering from pain. She was murmuring his name and some inaudible words which Rufus couldn't tell.

Rufus held his breath and leaned closer towards the backseat, trying to discern what she was saying.

Thankfully, he recognized some of the words she was saying. She said 'homeless' and 'desperate.'

All of a sudden, Rufus remembered their conversation that time. He had also pulled over by the road, and told her that he would be standing by her side at any time.

He promised to love, protect and cherish her. He said that he would always be with her and give her a home.

Rufus was silent for a moment. Then he thought, 'Cassandra, why are you talking about this? Are you reminding me to fulfill my promises?' Rufus asked himself as he looked at Cassandra's innocent face.

Facing the steering wheel now, he smiled happily, then sped up and drove to his place directly.

As soon as they arrived, he carried Cassandra up to the bathroom. He filled the bathtub with warm water as it would help a drunk person sober, then gently placed the woman inside the warm tub.

He wanted to take her clothes off; but unexpectedly, the lady who had been quiet and dazed suddenly began to struggle heavily.

She was pushing and shoving whoever or whatever within her reach. Both her hands and her legs were desperately swinging and plunging in the air, causing the water in the tub to be spilled everywhere on the bathroom floor.

"Go away! Don't touch me! Go away!"

With her eyes still closed, Cassandra's eyebrows were frowning. She exerted her utmost strength and struggled to fight despite being half conscious.

"Be a good girl, Cassandra. Calm down! It's me, Rufus!"

Rufus was holding her in his arms all this time so she wouldn't hurt herself. Taking off her clothes was a struggle for Rufus, especially when he was doing it with only one hand.

"No, Rufus! We can't do it!"

Cassandra opened her eyes, it was obvious however that her head was still blank. She couldn't even recognize the man in front of her.

Rufus reckoned that she hadn't recovered from being drunk yet. Probably she even forgot that she had already been divorced, that was why she kept saying no to him.

With the warm water wrapped on her body, she started to recover and regain consciousness gradually.

focusing on the man right in front of her. She couldn't help but be amazed at the handsome features of his face.

face, the face of her savior, her protector, and the one who came to her every time when she needed help. This

reached out and stroked his face gently. She thought all the while that she

her hands touched his face, however, it felt so real. She could feel the warmth from his skin

you done touching

suppress his desire aroused by her touch. His voice was so soft,

"Hmm?"

before she could figure it out, she felt gentle

throbbing head suddenly cleared at the warmth of Rufus's kiss. She wasn't kissing him back for she

She tried hard to push him away, but she failed. Rufus held her even tighter and his kisses

gone through all to come to me. Now it's my turn. Let me show you how much I love you," whispered Rufus.

the warmth rising up her body. Soon enough, she felt

"Rufus..."

He wanted to pour out his love for her, the long-concealed passion and yearning he had for

eyes darkened, and he was no

a great and passionate night for Cassandra and Rufus. They shared the love and enjoyed themselves to the mirth and passion

ears. Rufus's smell lingered under her nose

she blinked her eyes

totally strange room with a masculine design style. Obviously, it belonged

her waking up. A charming smile appeared on his

my Sleeping Beauty,"

realize it at first. She held her breath upon setting her

flashed back her mind. She

laughed at her because of her childish behavior.

condescendingly as if she would kill

been resistant to him in the past but this

and stroked her face with a coltish

You're warning me so soon after we

to think of

Lord! Alcohol is the root of

alcohol. Now

herself that she would

knew that she was being shy. He took something from