Too Much to Bear, My Love novel Chapter 45

Cassie’s head drooped and there was a flash in her eyes. When she looked back up, she was back to her innocent, bubbly self.

“Oz, come sit with me. Don’t worry. I’m not going to harm you. Even if something should happen, isn’t it always the woman who’s at a disadvantage? I’m not even afraid, so why should you be?” Cassie sat Oscar down and brought him his glass of wine. “Go ahead and try it. Let me know if you like the taste.”

With a practiced hand, Oscar swirled his wine to release its aromas. He then brought the glass to his lips and took a sip, savoring it slowly. “This wine is good. It’s full-bodied and rich.”

Cassie laughed. “Good, good. You should drink more then.”

The two of them continued to chat and drink through the night. Even though he could usually hold his liquor, Oscar was starting to feel the buzz from the wine. He tried to stand up, only to fall back into his chair.

Concerned, Cassie made her way toward him. “Are you drunk? Let me take you to the bed.”

Oscar wanted to swat her away but found himself too weak to do anything. He gave in and let Cassie lead him to bed. As she reached out to remove his clothes, he suddenly grabbed her hands. “Oz, you’re drunk. I’m taking your clothes off so you can sleep more comfortably,” she said softly.

Oscar stared at her with glassy eyes.

A sly smile lit up Cassie’s face. “I’ll make you feel even more comfortable in a while. After tonight, I will officially be your woman.”

She reached up to caress Oscar’s face. “Don’t blame me for setting you up, Oz. I was just so afraid of losing you to Amelia. You keep telling me you love me, but you refuse to be intimate with me. You left me no choice but to do things my way. Once this night is over, you’re mine forever.”

Oscar was still staring at her in his drunken state when he suddenly muttered, “Amelia.”

This came like a bolt from the blue and Cassie froze.

“You keep saying you no longer love her, but even in this drunken and drugged state, you’re still calling out her name.” Cassie felt her rage boiling over and started tearing at Oscar’s clothes. “I was going to drug you further, but I held back for fear of side effects. How could you still call out her name? Do you know how much this hurts me?”

Oscar continued muttering, “Amelia, you’re home? Let’s go to bed then.” He was about to sit up and pull Cassie into bed, but he couldn’t muster an ounce of energy to do so.

“Amelia, what’s wrong with me?” he asked quizzically.

Cassie gathered all her strength to remove Oscar’s clothes before stripping herself down. As she straddled him, Oscar pushed her away in frustration. “Go away. You stink.”

Cassie was ashamed, embarrassed, and angry. She had people fawning over her since she was a child and never had she ever been shamed like this. And to be humiliated by the man who claimed to love her? This made Cassie even more furious.

She grabbed his face and gave a sultry whisper, “What’s the matter, Oz? Don’t be such a grump. Let’s go to bed.”

Oscar snored away, dead to the world.

Cassie’s face turned dark. She was not at all amused.

“Oscar Clinton, you keep saying you love me, and yet you’ve been humiliating me. The more you push me away, the more I want to become yours. Mark my words. I’ll make sure I’m the only woman in your life from now on.”

Cassie was about to lean down and plant a kiss on Oscar’s lips when he suddenly muttered, “Amelia, I don’t want a divorce. I think I’m in love with you.” He even had on such a dopey smile as he said that, a stark contrast from the cool, authoritative demeanor he always had.

Cassie was seething. She leaned into his ear and whispered, “Oz, I’ll make you fall in love with me again.”

She got off the bed and took out a packet of human blood from the wardrobe. It was one that she had purchased from the hospital. She tore a small opening and dripped a few drops onto the bed.

She dumped the remaining blood into the toilet and flushed it away.

Cassie then got back into bed and calmly lay on Oscar. “I hope you dream of me tonight.”

The next day, Oscar woke up to see Cassie still asleep and snuggled against his chest. He saw that they were both naked and guessed as much as to what they might have done. What he didn’t understand was why he couldn’t remember anything about getting intimate with her.

He hated this feeling. He was even a little disgusted by it. Oscar wondered if Cassie had set him up but promptly ruled that out. She was far too innocent to be this scheming. This was all probably just a misunderstanding.

Oscar was still contemplating it when Cassie stirred. She met his gaze with red, puffy eyes. “Oz, you got so drunk last night you forced me into bed. No matter how hard I tried, I just couldn’t snap you out of it. You’ve promised me you wouldn’t hurt me, and yet you were so rough last night. I cried and tried to stop you but you just wouldn’t listen.”

Having said that, she broke into tears.

Oscar frowned but still hugged her gently. “Now, now, don’t cry. It was my fault that I got stupid drunk and did what I did. I promise I’ll take full responsibility.”