CHAPTER 3 : MIDNIGHT REGRET

Pablo POV

It was around 2:30 in the morning, and I had just finished my last phone call for the night, I was absolutely exhausted and was more than ready to go to bed.

I spent a couple more minutes cleaning up a few things around my office, and once I finished, I walked out and locked the door behind me.

I began my long walk to my room and began to think about today's events.

I still can't believe that I made that stupid decision to rescue this woman at the party! But something about her just excited me.

I was mesmerized by her beautiful brown eyes and her body.

Even her dress fit perfectly in all the right areas.

Usually, I couldn't give a fuck about a woman or her feelings, Mainly because they are only good for one thing, sex.

I like to have a new woman in my bed each night to keep me entertained, but lately I haven't had any extra time.

I work really hard, and when I have time I like to reward myself.

Who doesn't?

After walking up the second flight of stairs I heard muffled cries coming from the guest bedroom.

I looked at the door for a while, trying to decide if I should go inside.

I couldn't believe I was actually having this argument with myself! At last, I decided to go in,

I quickly unlocked the door with my key and swung the door open.

I saw her lying on her side, eyes bloodshot, and tears all down her face.

When she saw me in the door frame, she immediately sat up on the bed and turned around so her back was to me.

"Are you ok?" I asked softly.

I internally cringed at how soft my voice sounded.

Usually, whenever I have a sobbing woman on my hands, I just kick her out, simple.

But something about Cassandra makes me want to be here for her.

I'm not sure what I'm feeling right now, but I don't like it.

"I'm fine," she mumbled, She had stopped crying for the most part now, and all I could see was her small body trembling on the other side of the bed.

I closed the door behind me as I walked further into the room, I have no idea how to comfort a woman.

The only time when I was shown comfort was from my mother, and she has been gone for a while now.

I walked around the bed so I was standing in front of her.

She looked so incredibly sexy.

She was wearing my old white shirt and sweatpants, she had to roll them due to her being so small.

It was cute.

When I turned my attention back to her face, she was staring at her hands to avoid eye contact.

"Cassandra, look at me," I whispered.

She obeyed me, and we held eye contact for a couple of seconds before I asked, "What's wrong?

Did something happen?"

"What do you mean? Of course, something happened! I am locked in your house with a bunch of scary men, with no way out!" she yelled through sobs.

I just looked at her for a moment.

How on earth am I supposed to respond to her?

When I come to think about it, though, I kind of understand where she is coming from, She is locked in here with all of us down the hall.

Is this how women think, do they overthink everything?

"Are you afraid of me?" I asked, as I reached down to pull her chin up towards me.

"No, well maybe, I don't know," she said as a tear rolled down her cheek.

My hand flew to her face to wipe her tears off her face, almost out of instinct.

Her eyes watched me closely as my hand touched her.

After a short couple of seconds, I removed my hand from her face and turned to walk out of the room.

I knew I had to go before something happened that I might regret.

When I got to the door, I stopped and looked behind me.

She was still sitting in the same spot, looking down at her hands which were in her lap.

"Goodnight Cassandra," I told her.

"Goodnight Mr. P," she said in a distant tone.

"Pablo," I said, correcting her.

"Pablo—" she echoed back to me.

When I walked out of the room, I closed the door behind me, not locking it.

As I walked away from her door, I felt excited.

All I knew was that I needed to stay far away from this woman.