The meeting with BERCRIS rolled into late night, deterring Rosa and Callan from leaving earlier as planned.

After the meeting, Rosa took an excuse out of fatigue and Callan only permitted her because she'd been immersed in the wedding preparations and office work. He inferred that she needed to rest before she broke down. That was strange of him, he never cared about anyone.

After Rosa had gone, he leisurely paced the reception of the five-star hotel they had chosen for the meeting, his mouth swiftly moving as he roamed around. After a while, he shoved his phone back into his pocket, but it didn't take long before it started to ring again.

Callan boredly glanced at the screen. It was a call from the brunette he'd sex with before this whole wedding stuff. He tried to remember her name. Cassandra or Catherine, he wasn't sure about that, but he stuck to Cassandra.

Smiling, he swiped up to pick up the call. Only he knew how much he wanted her again.

"Hey Callan, you free tonight?" Her voice seductively boomed into his ears.

He envisioned her naked body, her ass raised in the air in front of him, and her moans, tiny moans that crazily turned him on.

Biting his lips, he nodded as if she could see him. "Yeah. Any problem?”

Even though his cock jerked at the sound of her voice, he still had to keep it cool, not sounding like he was desperate for her, but he was.

"I want to come suck you up." She retorted and he smiled. "Should I come over to your penthouse?"

"No, don't." He rasped. She shouldn't even come at all if he wanted to exhibit his traits as a married man and abide by the vows he pronounced earlier today, but all that didn't matter to him. He didn't marry Orla because he wanted anything special and right now, he was horny and needed to satisfy his concupiscence. "I will forward an address to you now." The brunette snickered, but he didn't wait to listen to more of her nasty snickers before ending the call.

After he dropped the call, he contemplated sending the address of the hotel to her or not. He loathed that his head couldn’t think straight now. He wanted her and he'd have her even though he got married today. He punched in the address and pressed the send option before he changed his mind.

Strolling to the counter, he booked a room, totally ignoring the cheap flirty attitude of the redhead receptionist. She wasn't even his type.

As he headed towards his room, he chuckled mildly, even the woman he just married wasn't his type but Cassandra was, she was his exact type and he couldn't wait to see her again and make her scream out her lungs as he fucked her like an animal.

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Callan briefly thought of Orla and what she would be doing at his penthouse. It infuriated him that she might touch his things without consent. He should have warned her not to go near his things, but it wasn't too late, he'd set down the rules once he got back home.

A knock at the door jolted him out of trance, his eyes quickly darted toward the door, glimpsing Cassandra as she tramped in, seductively dressed in a short velvet satin gown that revealed more skin than it should, he could easily notice her nipples shooting out the flimsy material as she approached him with collective steps.

She flashed him her signature smile, making her pretty, prettier than the last time they met.

"Hi Callan," she threw her purse on the couch he was seated on. "You look good as always." Biting her lips, she stood in front of him, wriggling her hips. "So, I was thinking that we could."

Callan's impatience surfaced when he pulled her closer, hindering her from completing her sentence.

He yanked her clothes off her body with full force and she was left in red lingeries, inviting, lethal and sexy as fuck. He cussed as he dragged her closer.

“No much talk." He pressed a finger to her lips and heaved her to the couch.

She giggled, wrapping her arms around his neck. "I have missed you so much, I wanted you again since the last time." She watched as Callan hungrily unbuckled his belt, ignoring her words. It was clear that he didn't care about all that, all he wanted was to fuck her and leave and she didn't mind either. "Let me take over, Callan. I will take care of you." She smirked, upping to her feet. "My dress is torn, I won't walk out of here naked."

"I will get you a new dress," Callan's voice was raspy, lust had taken over and he hated that she was still clad in those underthings. They should be down already.

She pressed Callan's back to the couch and went down on her knees. She was fully prepared for him tonight and she was going to do all that she had in mind to do.

Pulling out his belt, she flung it across the room and smiled at him. She yanked down his trousers and his cock pumped out, big, ravenous and ready to be devoured. Encircling her hand around the full length, she lowered her head and wrapped her mouth around it.

Callan sucked in a breath when her mouth met with his cock. He let out a satisfactory smile, wondering how she knew that was what he needed after a long day. She went on faster, sucking him hard.

Her eyes were on him as his cock pumped in and out of her small mouth, she licked up the precum and went on faster until Callan spilled his fluid all over her face. She didn't stop, she went on, licking up the fluid.

She smiled when she was done satisfying him. She was needing herself and didn't wait for Callan to recover before pulling her panties to the side and straddling him, positioning her wet cunt on his already hardened cock.

Her moans came out muffled the first time he penetrated her, he was too big and she was too tight but she didn't mind. She set herself on him again, and this time, he filled her to the core.

"Fuck," she moaned as she bounced her body to the rhythm his body produced.

He forcefully grabbed her ass with both hands, pulling her up and down to help with better penetration. She rode him fast, wildly bouncing on his cock like she was on an adult movies’ audition show. Callan moaned into her ears, relishing everything she was doing.

Cassandra was still riding when a feeling of guilt suddenly seeped through Callan. He pushed her off and turned his eyes to the window side.

"Dress up and leave." He commanded, not sparing her a look.

"Callan, why?" She was befuddled, how could he change his mind within seconds? She was close to climax, very close and just needed to release. "We aren't done yet." Her voice was a bit louder than the first time she stepped into the room. It was louder and tinged with irritation as she shot Callan a hard glare. "I made you come and you haven't-"

"Get the fuck out this minute," he roared, leaping up. He grabbed her dress and tossed it at her. "Text me your account number. I will send some money to you to take care of the clothes." Pulling his trousers on, he sank onto the bed.

He didn't care about Orla. No, he didn't but he just felt so irresponsible for cheating on his newly wedded wife with his wedding suit still on his body. He was the worst man ever and he didn't give a fuck about that.

Cassandra checked out her dress and it was still manageable to wear to the parking lot where she had parked her car. She slipped it on, clutching her tiny purse with both hands, she wore her shoes and looked at Callan with bloodshot red eyes that were scary.

"Fuck you, Callan." She cussed, wagging her middle finger at him. "Fuck your damn self to think you can use me however you want!"

Callan sensed the fury in her high-pitched voice, but he didn't blink his eyes. He didn't ask for it, she called to inform him that she was coming over and he couldn't turn her down when he needed that so badly.

"Shut the door when you are gone." Callan simply said, donning his suit jacket.

"Fuck you!" She yelled again, ambling towards the door with aggression.

She yanked the door open and slammed the hell out of it as she walked away.

He flopped on the bed, listening to the horrible sounds Cassandra's heels produced as they slapped the tiled floor of the hallway. He grabbed his phone to put a call across to David and ask if Orla was doing fine, but he shook off the thoughts and regarded it as unnecessary.

He had to go to the penthouse in person, to see his new wife, to set down his rules and to decide what he'd do to her tonight.