Reluctant Memories

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Cassandra Hart is often referred to as Medusa by the boys she works with because she’s utterly gorgeous but once you’re face to face with her, intimidation runs through your body and you want nothing more than to just walk away. She can be callous and cold-hearted, but beneath it all she’s a secret romantic and sweet-hearted and the only people who can see that side is Jackson(her boyfriend) and her best friend Dylan. She wears a front because she doesn’t want to be looked at as a weak girl among a sea of strong men. She’s just as strong and she’ll prove it.

She lives her life by a very strict policy that everyone loves, but few adhere to. She truly lives every day like it was her last. She holds nothing back, and does what she wants. It’s what makes her such a popular bartender at Coyote Ugly. She can be a truly captivating woman, when you catch her in a good mood.

What happens when you add a badboy ex, a backstabbing best friend, drugs, car theft, a near death experience and lies that are brought back to lie.

Lies, betrayal, sex and backstabbing is filled in this novel. If you thought that was hot, you have no idea what you're in for.

Chapter 1 (v.1) - Reluctant Memories

Submitted: September 11, 2012

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Submitted: September 11, 2012



Also, Cassandra seems nice and everything because she's surrounded by people she actually cares for.

Cassandra's POV:

I rolled over in bed in search of the set of strong, muscular arms that held me all night. When I finally found them, I snuggled up to the huge, firm chest in front of me and sighed happily. He smelled so good and was so warm. He smelled just like the woody, spicy cologne he always used. He smelled like this all the time, I was starting to believe it was his natural scent. I smiled in his chest and inhaled a huge whiff of him. Oh, it should be illegal to smell and feel so perfect. I soon felt him shift in bed and lay on his back, rather than on his side like he was before. My head quickly found it's way to his chest and rested on it. I felt his big, muscular arms wrap around my tiny waist and hold me tightly.

My eyes slowly opened. I couldn't sleep anymore. I looked up to see his beautiful face in a deep slumber. His piercing blue eyes were blanketed by his eyelids and his full, pink lips were slightly parted, letting out his light snores. Thank God it wasn't too loud, I did not want to hear my roommates complain the minute he leaves. I don't see the problem, I mean I don't think he had a serious case of chronic snoring or anything. Aimlessly, my finger landed on the scar on his chest. It was long and faint, engraving it's permanent stay. I slowly and gently traced my finger over the scar. Memories flooded my mind on how he got it. He was stopping an armed robber from taking the little they had back when he lived to take care of his brother and sister a few years.

“Why are you up, babe?” I soon heard his deep, velvety voice croak.

Oh God, I really hope I didn't wake him. I didn't mean to! He soon grabbed my rather small (compared to his) hand and intertwined our fingers. The thought soon lingered in my head. Why was I awake? I found myself shrugging and smiling weakly up at him.

“Can't sleep.” I whispered back.

He didn't say anything, just gave me a peck on the lips, rolling on top of me. “I bet I can put you back to sleep.” He whispered huskily in my ear, kissing my neck.

I grabbed his face and kissed him. He knew exactly what he was doing to me! He was turning me on! That was my spot and he was using it to his full advantage. He didn't hesitate kissing me back at all. He grabbed my thighs gently and moved my bottom closer to his. Before I could do anything, he quickly pulled both of my hands above my head and smiled down at me. His eyes revealed the pure lust filling them.

“I got it from here.” He whispered, ready to take full control.

With that, he gently kissed me again. It held the passion all of our kisses did. I wanted him... so bad. He pulled back, stripping me of my bra, revealing my almost bare torso with only a bra occupying my chest. He held my hands back in place, still pinned above my head as he kissed my chest lightly. He kissed a trail down to my belly button where he spent a huge amount of attention at. Ever since he found out I had a belly button ring, he always gave it a huge amount of attention to it. He said he found it extremely sexy. I don't know why, but he never fails to let it be known. He soon sat up straight, ready to take his boxers off. Why was he taking his time? He knew he was teasing me! Before he could do anything or before I could rip his boxers off, I saw police lights behind him out the window.

“What's going on?” I asked, slowly getting up.

The nosy side of me made me go over to the window. I looked out to see none other than two cop cars parked outside my dorm complex. Two cops walked a handcuffed guy to the cop car. He was swearing at the cops while the third cop wrote all this down at his car. At least I think he was swearing at them because my window was closed, so all I heard was muffled yells, not being able to decipher his voice nor his words. Screw my horrible eyesight, because I couldn't see who they were taking in. all I saw was the back of a muscular guy. Tattoos covered his back, arms and some on his neck. Couldn't decipher what those were either. But from what I could see, I did not recognize him in the least bit. His black hair was whipping in the wind as he made his way to the car.

“Who's the loser?” I heard Jackson mumbled behind me as his arms snaked around my waist.

I shrugged, still wondering who the hell that could be. He soon pushed some of my wild wavy hair behind my neck and started sending light kisses down my neck. Screw it. Michelle will tell me tomorrow. Right now I had to finish what he started. I turned and kissed him... hard.


I woke up the next morning to an empty bed. Where the hell did he go? Did he have classes today? I rolled over to check the time. 9:45AM. Ugh, I do not want to go to work today! Thankfully that's all I had today. No classes whatsoever for the day. I sighed as I threw my thick comforter off of my bottom half. I climbed out of bed and made my way to my mirror. I looked horrible. Jackson really messed up my hair last night. I groaned at the reflection that stared back at me. I pulled my horrendous hair up into a ponytail and looked myself over. How did Jackson leave without his shirt? I thought after realizing I was wearing it.

“Morning beautiful.” I heard a familiar voice chip while entering my room.

I turned around to see none other than Jackson shirtless holding a tray of food. Wow, he got me breakfast. Although he does this quite often, it still catches me by surprise. He looked me over hungrily. Looks like he wasn't eating only breakfast this morning. He put the tray down and made his way over to me. He raked his fingers through the flyaways of my ponytail, pushing them back. He kissed me softly and smiled down at me.

“You know. You didn't have to get me breakfast.” I purred, slipping my arms around his neck.

He chuckled slightly, causing his muscular chest to vibrate against my small, yet firm body. He was so handsome and I don't even think he knows it. He does not know what he does to me, that's for sure. My blue-gray eyes met his piercing blue ones which seemed to be staring intently into mine.

“It was no big deal.” He soon shrugged it off, kissing my forehead. “Remember, dinner at 7:00-”

“At Le Petite Fromage. I know.” I smiled up to him, holding on to his strong biceps.

“Okay, don't forget.” He smiled, pecking my lips. “I have to go to work, so I'll see you then.”

I groaned loudly, causing him to laugh. Did he really have to leave already? After our long goodbye and me begging him to stay and ditch work, I finally decided on eating the breakfast he brought up for me. I looked down at the tray to see it had all my favorites: chocolate chip pancakes with strawberries and a little whipped cream on top, french toast with powdered sugar and a glass of apple juice. Weird, I know. Apple juice instead of milk, coffee or orange juice? So, I have a thing for apple juice, sue me.

When I was done licking the plate clean (it was that good!), I quickly showered and decided on what to wear to work. I finally decided on wearing my black blouse, my light jeggings and my black knee high boots. After slicking my hair back into a nice, high sock bun, I grabbed my things ready to go. I soon dialed my best friend Michelle's number. I know she must have found out about whatever happened last night. She was like the campus socialite. She knew everything and everybody.

“Michelle speaking.” She joked, causing me to chuckle and roll my eyes although she couldn't see me.

“Are you busy?” I asked, looking for my keys.

“No, why?” She asked.

“We should grab some coffee or something before I head over to work.”

“Sure, that sounds good! Meet you at the cafe in 5.” She chirped.

“Alright, see you then.”

I hung up, slinging my black leather jacket on my torso and made my way out. After leaving my apartment-style dorm, I made my beeline down the complex. I waved hi to all my 'friends' and soon made it to the campus cafe. I walked in and began to scan the place. I know she beat me here, her dorm was like 2 seconds away. When I couldn't find her, I shrugged and made my way over to the barrister, ordering my caramel frappe. I soon turned and saw Michelle at a table on her iPad. Blogging about the latest gossip, I bet. Time to get the exclusive story. I soon made my way over to her.

“Hey!” I exclaimed as I got to her.

“Hey girl, how have you been?” She asked standing up and engulfing me in a big hug.

“Pretty good.” I answered sitting across from where she once was. “How about you?”

“Pretty good, pretty good.” She chuckled alongside me. “Just been going to classes, work, booking parties, helping out as much as I can. The usual.” She shrugged.

I chuckled at that. She was always busy. “You're always busy.” I finally spoke, taking a sip of my iced coffee. Yum, she made it just how I loved it. Extra caramel and I forgot to ask.

“Yup, making sure I know everything about anything and everybody.” She finally stated, taking a sip of her plain black coffee. Ugh, I can not understand how people can drink coffee plain. It's pretty gross. “Speaking of which there has been some interesting things going on.” She finally announced.

“Like?” I pressed. This was it! She was going to tell me what she found. God, I was nosy.

“Like someone's birthday's coming up!” She exclaimed.

I felt my shoulders involuntarily fall. “Yeah, I haven't gotten anything planned yet, though.”

She dismissed the thought. “I've got it covered.” She said, tapping away on her iPad.

We ended up talking easily about almost everything we've missed, which has surprisingly been a lot. Although me and Michelle are best friends, she's too much of a busy bee for us to actually hang out. She has so much to do and I have work, class and Jackson, so I guess my plate's pretty full too. As opposed to her, Jackson doesn't mind me hanging out with other people though. He believes in us keeping our social lives as well, so it's mostly her... well, I guess me too, I mean I could hit her up more often. Finally, her phone rang and she headed over to the bathroom to answer it. Did she really not have the latest on what happened last night? I was dying to know! Although our talk was nice and everything, I really wanted to know about last night. She soon walked back into the cafe and made her way over to me.

“Well, I have some interesting news.” She said, frowning and sitting across from me.

“What?” I asked, frowning as well. It must not be good news.

“Someone was arrested last night.” Yes! That is exactly what I have been waiting for. I tried to contain my enthusiasm as she continued. “Apparently someone was selling drugs on campus.” She whispered.

I was taken aback. Someone was selling drugs to the students here? It was a huge shock. I mean it's not like our campus is sin-free or full of angels or anything, but drugs were far out of the loop. No one I know smokes anything other than cigarettes. Everyone seemed to be just fine getting drunk and partying. I guess they got bored of it already.

“Wow, what kinds of drugs?” I asked, still shocked.

“All kinds. Cocaine, marijuana, methamphetamine...” She announced, counting on her fingers. “Even ecstasy and LSD.”

Oh my God. I really hope no one I care about gets near any of this. Or anyone for that matter. They could really screw up their lives. I know I don't have to worry about myself or Jackson. Especially Jackson. He grew up with those types of drugs in his household and environment... but not by choice. Especially because of his mom. Damn, she really screwed him over. Thank God him, his sister and his brother got out of that.

“Who the hell is selling it?” I asked.

“Don't know. They aren't disclosing any names yet, just announced they had a suspect last night. I'll be sure to keep you updated, though.” She smiled as her phone rang. “I have to take this. Talk to you later?” She asked.

I nodded my head and she got up, exiting the care. Yeah, Michelle and I are kinda growing apart. We can't talk for more than half an hour without her phone going off and her having to leave. I guess that's the price of being the campus socialite. I just miss us back freshman and sophomore year when we stayed up late at night talking about literally everything. I knew everything about her and she knew everything about me. Sucks. She used to be so easy to talk to (she sort of still is)... but now, I barely get to talk to her at all. I finished up my frappe and checked the time. 11:25AM. I should head to work.

I got up and threw away my trashed. I grabbed my iPhone out of my pocket to see I had a text message. Before I could check it, I decided on having my keys out and ready before actually walking all the way to my car. I rummaged through my purse for a minute until I finally found them hiding under my wallet. Thank God, I thought I was locked out of my apartment and assed out for work. Pushing the door open, I stepped out the cafe to the sunny day before me. The sun was beaming down directly on me, causing me to squint. Although the sun was beaming down brightly, the cold wind whipped around me, causing me to slightly shiver. I gripped my leather jacket around my body closer. I soon unlocked my phone to see Jackson texted me.

Jackson: Hope you have a good day. Can't wait to see you tonight. Love you. xx

I smiled at that. Jackson would always text me. Don't get me wrong, he's not one of those obnoxious boyfriends who texted me constantly just to see where I am, but he texts me to acknowledge I'm there and to let me know he's thinking of me. Whether it's before and after work or class, he would always text me as much as he could. Every time I ask him why out of pure curiosity, he always jokes about him letting me know he was alive. I think it was so he can show me affection throughout the day. I found it sweet.

Me: Ditto babe. I'll be sure to wear something I know you'll love tonight. ;) xxxoo

I sent it and stuffed my phone in the back pocket of my jeggings. I soon made my way to the parking lot and began looking for my car. I looked around hopefully and sighed when I couldn't find it. I can never find my car! I had such a forgetful memory for the simplest things! I decided on chirping my alarm and hopefully that will help me. Thankfully it did, because before I knew it I was trudging over to my black Hyundai Elentra. I unlocked the door and put my bag in the passenger seat. Before I could climb into my car, I heard someone call my name. He sounded oddly familiar.

“Eli!” I heard him yell.

I turned to see a familiar face running towards me. A low-cut head bobbed through the cars as he made his way over to me. A smile soon crept on my face when he nearly face. He made his way over to me, trying to play cool as if he didn't nearly fall a few seconds ago. I tried to stifle my laughter. Dylan. My best friend. Although he was kind of nerdy, he was the best person to talk to. He can either light up or darken a room with his sarcasm and jokes. He really was something else. His low-cut hair looked nearly shaved, but it suited him. His thin, pink lips were pushed up to a smile and his hazel eyes were twinkling.

“What?” I asked, chuckling slightly.

“You're coming to talent night tomorrow night, right?” He asked.

He always asks me this. I should have drove away when I had the chance. He wants me to go up in front of the whole crowd of people to sing. That was not going to happen. Although, I like to be the center of attention when I'm talking to people, keyword there is talking. I can not have all eyes on me and sing. What if they didn't like my singing? What if they booed me off stage? I was getting goosebumps just thinking of it.

The talent night was once a week and almost everyone goes to see people mess up, or see the ridiculous talents people actually have. You win the crown of the week as the most talented on campus or the dunce cap of the worst act. Pretty childish, I know. I could not imagine if I had to wear that stupid dunce cap around because I choked up there. Although, Dylan always assures me that if I choke he'll go up there and make a fool of himself so I didn't have to win the dunce cap. I believe him, I just can't live it down if I did choke.

“I don't have time for this Dil, I have to go to work.” I said, climbing in the car and closing the door behind me.

“Fine.” He said once I put my window down. “Have anything planned for your birthday yet?”

“Not yet.” I said, sighing. “Michelle said she was going to plan something for me.”

“Do you really want her to plan you something? She's going to get you the most expensive things known to man. You'll have a stripper covered in chocolate from a chocolate fountain and you'll be expected to -” He faked barfed. “Eat strawberries off of him.”

I laughed, yet again. “Fine if you want to help her plan I suggest you now. I just talked to her five minutes ago and you know how fast she works. She'll probably be ordering the chocolate fountain and the stripper.”

“Oh God, no!” He exclaimed.

I laughed again. “I'll call you.”

With that he smiled and ran away, nearly tripping over the bumper of a car. I couldn't hold it in any longer. I laughed. I know he wanted me to do this and he was happy now because I was actually considering it.

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