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.

later, Cassandra slowly opened her eyes, focusing on the man right in front of her. She

still so gorgeous, with the usual cool face, the face of her savior, her protector, and the one

his face gently. She thought all the while that she was in

his face, however, it felt so real. She could feel the warmth from his skin and the scent of his perfume lingered through her senses.

you done

touch. His

"Hmm?"

seemed to be so real. But before she could figure it out, she felt gentle hands lifting her head. Rufus began kissing her.

kiss. She wasn't kissing him back for she was surprised at the turn of events. 'Why

Rufus. She tried hard to push him

come to me. Now it's my turn. Let me

warmth rising up her body. Soon enough,

"Rufus..."

feeble tone made Rufus crave more from her. He wanted to pour out

he was no longer

be a great and passionate night for Cassandra and Rufus. They shared the love and enjoyed themselves to the mirth and passion without any bars hold. Rufus wished the night would be longer and Cassandra felt

smell lingered under her nose and she opened her eyes looking around.

her

room with a masculine

the pillow and watched her waking up. A charming smile appeared on his face.

he muttered under his

held her breath upon setting her eyes on the half-naked

second, memories of last night flashed back her mind. She found herself in the

Rufus was angry yet laughed at her because of her childish behavior. Turning her head towards Rufus, she warned him saying, "Rufus, you are my man now. I don't want any other woman

pressed his chest and looked at him condescendingly as if she would kill him should he dare

pretty cute. She had been resistant to him in the

out and stroked her face with

warning me so soon after we spent a

think of what she did last night at the sight of his evil smile.

is the root of evil!' she cursed herself.

and Cassandra first met and had sex because of alcohol. Now

swore to herself that she would never drink

through her and knew that she was being shy. He took something from