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.

eyes, focusing on the man right in front of her. She couldn't help but be amazed at

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

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

could feel the warmth from his skin and the scent of his perfume lingered through

done touching

touch. His voice was

"Hmm?"

she could figure it out, she felt gentle hands lifting her head. Rufus began kissing her.

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

him away, but she failed. Rufus held her even

through all to come to me. Now it's my turn. Let me show you how much I

red. She started to feel the warmth rising up her body. Soon enough,

"Rufus..."

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

and he was no longer

passionate night for Cassandra and Rufus. They shared the love and enjoyed themselves to the mirth and passion without any bars hold. Rufus wished

next morning, the birds chirruped clearly, teasing Cassandra's ears. Rufus's smell lingered under her

she blinked her eyes and cleared

a masculine design style.

on the pillow and watched her waking up. A

Beauty," he muttered under

at first. She held her breath upon setting her eyes on the

night flashed back her mind.

and daring she was last night, and she also remembered that Rufus was angry yet laughed at her because of her childish behavior. Turning her head towards Rufus, she warned

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

been resistant to him in the past but this time, she became so bold, which totally surprised

reached out and stroked her face with

so soon after we spent

to avoid his eyes. She couldn't bear to think of what she did last night

is the root of

had sex because of alcohol. Now it happened again. She

that she

took something from the bedside table and put it on her pillow.