When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 87

Chapter Eighty–Seven: A Hot Kiss.

Right in front of her stood her ex–husband, Dreston Tremont. Just for a brief moment, Cassienne forgot how to breathe.

He looked nothing like the rigid, always–polished CEO she had grown used to seeing in boardrooms and tailored suits. Instead, he looked like a sports celebrity who had just stepped out of a high–end fitness commercial.

He was dressed almost the same way Corren was–sporty, casual, relaxed–but in crisp white athletic wear instead. Different designer, and different aura.

What unsettled her most, however, was his hair.

His black curls had escaped whatever discipline he had tried to impose on them, falling freely over his forehead. The soft disorder of it framed his face in a way that made him look dangerously tempting. He looked younger and less guarded.

Cassienne’s mind went blank.

“Good morning, Cass,” Dreston said softly, his voice calm, almost gentle. “Can I come in?”

She stared at him, her thoughts tumbling over one another. Why was he here?

And dressed like this? Then it hit her.

Her gaze flicked briefly to the two women standing outside her door, the so–called bodyguards. An instant scoff escaped her lips as understanding dawned on her.

They weren’t just here to protect her. They were here to watch her, and to report her to him.

The realization irritated her instantly, flipping a switch inside her chest. Her mood shifted, her jaw tightening as she looked back at Dreston.

“Why are you here?” she asked him without a care, like he meant nothing to her

The tone of her voice was cold and unwelcoming.

Dreston felt her irritation immediately. The harshness of her words hit him harder than he expected, and something flickered briefly in his eyes.

“That’s not the right way to talk to me, Cassienne,” he replied, his voice firm but restrained.

She didn’t budge.

“I asked what brought you here,” she said flatly. “And if you can’t explain, I was about to go out with a friend. So if you don’t mind-”

She didn’t get to finish her sentence because,

Dreston stepped forward abruptly, pushing past her and into the apartment without invitation. His body brushed against hers as he crossed the threshold, the contact brief but unmistakable.

“What was that?” Cassienne gasped as she turned and slammed the door shut behind them.

Her heart pounded–not from attraction this time, but anger. She followed him into the living room, fury rising with every step she took.

Then, Dreston stopped suddenly.

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The words stung. Dreston stared at her. For a moment, he didn’t move, and he didn’t breathe. His mind refused to process what she had just said.

But then he laughed. A deep, disbelieving laugh burst from his chest.

“You can’t be serious,” he said, pointing at her like she was joking. “You? In a relationship with him?”

His gaze flicked briefly toward Corren.

Corren’s brows drew together in irritation, but he stayed silent.

Cassienne’s fury exploded.

She couldn’t think of a single thing to say that would make him stop. That realization enraged her even more.

“Don’t insult me,” Dreston continued bitterly. “Those five years weren’t a joke. We had problems, yes, but we can fix them.” 2

That was it. Cassienne snapped.

She marched straight to Corren, grabbed his shirt in a tight fist, and yanked him up from the sofa. Without hesitation, she smashed her lips against his. It was a hot kiss.

Dreston froze. His heart stopped completely, and his eyes widened in pure disbelief.

Cassienne deepened the kiss, her anger fueling every second of it. Corren was shocked at first–but when he realized what she was doing, he didn’t pull away.

Instead, he played along.

His hand slid into her hair, gripping firmly as he adjusted her position and took control of the kiss, just enough to make it convincing.

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