Stalemate

Bringing up my eyebrows, “Sure Cassi, whatever. We have a band playing tonight at the club, so I’ll be extremely busy. I’ll not be able to text you to check in on you. Please leave this time and take the baby monitor with you. We don’t need a repeat of Tuesday.”

She glowers at me, “Judging by the direction you’re walking, there’s not going to be a repeat of anything. Who’s your girl or boyfriend?”

I saw Izzy's questioning look. Gripping Cassi by her arm, guiding her away from Izzy to the outside of my apartment, “I told you before, there’s no girlfriend or guy. Please watch what you say in front of my daughter!”

Cassi tugs her arm away, “Ouch Tony, that hurts! I’m sorry I hit a sour note within you. Please leave and go to work. Izzy and I will be just fine.”

I deeply inhale, “I’m sorry. I just don’t want my daughter exposed. I would think that you understand after being raised by a single parent yourself.”

She gazes up at me, “Fuck Tony, you smell incredible again? Had you just showered?”

“Listen,” I hissed, glaring at her, “Your boyfriend is home now! I certainly hope that he fucks the shit out of you, so then you’ll stop coming on to me.”

Cassi jerks her head backwards, running her eyes down my body, “I’m paying you a compliment. It would be rude of me not to state the obvious.”

Squeezing my eyes shut tight shaking my head, “Cassi, I’m begging you to stop corrupting my daughter with your pets. I’m going to work now.”

She simpers, “Tony, go! You have a kid to raise, remember?”

Turning away from her, I begin to walk to the stairs when Cassi slaps my ass. I growl out, as I spin around placing my hand to her throat. Pushing her backwards into the brick wall of the building, I am holding her there. She gasped, but made no attempts to push me away.

Gruffly speaking out, “Cassi, you have fucking crossed the line.” Pressing my body firmly against hers, pinning her to the wall. I used my left hand to force her to look at me then curled it around her willowy neck. I could feel her blood racing under my palm. Her blue eyes had no traces of fear, only lust. Or maybe I imagined it was desire. Feeling her breathing increase under the grasp of my hand. I bow down, moving my face ever so slow. Her eyes become seductively heated as I approach her. I touched her forehead with mine, nuzzled her nose, and pressed my cheek against hers before I whispered in her ear. “You’re fucking lucky your boyfriend is home, or I might fuck the life right out of you.”

She moans deep within her throat under my right hand. I brush my left thumb over her lips. I sighed, left her standing there breathing hard, and hurried down the stairway. I forced myself not to look back.