Chapter 3 3

Casio's POV

I watched as the cab drove off, standing at the curb, a smile formed on my face. This girl will be the death of me. Her beautiful blue eyes that could devour your soul if you let them. Her choice in hair colour, purple with those pink highlights, made her eyes even more blue. Curious what her natural colour is? It doesn't matter. She was perfect, her small body, which made her look like a pixie. Fuck, she was just beyond perfect.

Stepping back into the club, Ashley came running towards me with a devious smile on her face. I knew in an instant what she was going to ask. We became friends a year ago. I met Andy at a golf club, and he introduced me to his friend group. And tonight, I was extremely grateful that he did. Otherwise, I wouldn't have met Whitney. Even if I didn't meet her officially tonight, I would have made a plan to get to know her.

I knew the moment she walked into me earlier today, I had to know her. I had to know this woman who wore heels almost taller than she was and a dress that made her noticeable. Those legs. Then I was snapped back into reality when Ashley slapped my shoulder. Raising one eyebrow, I looked at her.

"So?" She asked, looking at me with wide eyes.

"So what?" I asked simply.

"So, what happened? Did you kiss her?"

I simply looked at her and narrowed my eyes. I forgot how nosy woman can get when their friends are introduced to someone. Their curiosity sometimes overtook their judgment of people. But Ashley was a very gullible and easy-to-manipulate type of person; she trusts too quickly. I mean, she is marrying Andy, if she really knew what he did with his time and how he was able to afford that massive ring on her finger. She would be disappointed.

"Ashley, that has nothing for you to concern yourself with. Anyway, I believe Whitney will tell you herself." I said, then made my way over to the bar.

"Come on. Just a little tell. I can't wait until tomorrow to hear it." She started jumping like a little kid wanting a piece of candy. Turning to face her, I leaned against the bar. "Casio, come on, don't torture me like this." She pouted.

"No, is not Ashley. You'll just have to wait until your friend decides to tell you." Giving her a smile, I grabbed my coat and greeted Andy with a handshake, "Thanks for inviting me." I greeted everyone as I made my way towards the door. Ashley crossed her arms over her chest, "That doesn't work on me, darling." She let out a sigh and hugged me.

Leaving the bar, I climbed into my car. It was an Audi RS Q8, it was matt black, and the engine roared as I started it. Leaving the club, my thoughts went straight to Whitney. That woman made my heart race just by the thought of her. How her body felt against mine, how her little hand fitted perfectly in mine. How I wanted to hold her against me once more, I wanted to stare into the depths of her eyes.

As I was driving, my thoughts spiraled around her. Then I glanced down and saw I was driving a hundred miles per hour on the freeway. Removing my foot slowly from the escalator, the gauge fell to fifty. Then the blue siren lights flashed in my rearview mirror. I chuckled softly, "My Little Daisy, you are going to get me into so much trouble." I whispered to myself.

I took a glance in the rearview mirror and slowed down, pulling off to the side of the road. I turned off the engine and waited. The police van stopped behind me, and then a woman stepped out of the van. Walking towards my car, she shone her flashlight through the window opening. I squinted, and the woman lowered the flashlight. "Sir." Her eyes widened. "I apologize, I didn't realize it was you." I could see the fear in her eyes; I gave her a slight smile. "You're free to go." She said quickly and made her way back to the van.

Shaking my head, the cops of this town were so wrapped around my finger. I loved my life and the power I held in this town. Turning the engine back on, the engine roared once more. Putting it into gear, I headed back home. Stopping in my driveway, I stepped out, "Afternoon, Carlson. Trust everything went smoothly?"

"Afternoon, Sir. Everything is just as you left it. Can I park the car?" Carlson asked and stood to the side, gesturing for him to take the car.

"Thank you. If you're done, please find me in my office." I said, then made my way into my home and straight to my office. I fell into my chair and opened my laptop; my fingers glided over the keyboard. A smile appeared on my face when I saw what I wanted to see. Then my office doors opened, and Carlson stepped towards me. I gestured for him to take a seat. "I need you to do me a favour. But this needs to be done as discreetly as possible."

"Why so?" He asked as he tilted his head slightly, and confusion was written all over his face.

A smirk played on my face, "Let's just say some people will not approve of my methods."

Carlson chuckled, "No one ever does. But whatever it might be, I will be happy to arrange it for you. But you seem different tonight, much different before you left for your outing."

"That, my dear friend, is because I met her again." A smile appeared on my face.

"The one that bumped into you earlier today. That one?"

"The exact one, yes. She saved me the trouble of finding her. There is just something about her, and I have already made up my mind about her. She will be mine. One way or another." My voice was calm but also determined.

Carlson's eyes narrowed slightly, "And what if she doesn't feel the same? And... what if she finds out who you really are?" He leaned back and looked at me, waiting for a valid answer. "You understand your methods might scare her off, or worse, make her skip town."

"That won't happen. I won't lie to her; I won't make her fall for someone I'm not. Anyway, I don't want to live up to someone else's expectations of what to be." I knew Carlson had a point. What if she tried to run? I wouldn't let that happen, but she will fall for me. She will fall for me as hard as I fell for her when I first saw her. Smiling, Carlson cleared his throat, making my eyes shoot to him. "If you want to judge, please do it somewhere else."

He raised his hands in a defensive gesture, "You know I don't judge. I only give you advice; what you do with it is all up to you. Just don't take things too far. That's all I'm saying." Carlson slowly made his way to his feet. "Can I get you some coffee or whiskey?"

"Whiskey will be fine, thank you." Making my way to my feet and walking over to the window, I stared out. Carlson poured me and glass of whiskey then handed it to me. I nod to thank him.

"Just think before you do. That's all I'm saying. Goodnight." I nod and watch as he leaves my office. Turning my attention back to the outside, and took a sip of the whiskey. It burned as it went down, a sensation that never gets old.

"Don't worry, my Little Daisy, I will think before I do something. You will be mine, and mine alone." My voice was soft, barely audible. A smile appeared on my face, then I downed my glass in one go.