Celine's nerves were palpable as Ermanno's eyes traced over her frame, the implication of her request not lost on her. "I don't mean 'sleep with you' like 'sleep with you'," she hurriedly clarified, her words tripping over each other. "I mean, sleep with you, like just sleep."Ermanno's chuckle was a balm to her frazzled nerves. "Calm down, Princess," he said, amusement dancing in his voice. "I understood what you meant."The storm raged on outside, the occasional crackle of lightning illuminating the room in brief flashes.Celine tentatively stepped into Ermanno's room, the soft glow of the lamp creating an intimate atmosphere. She clutched her pillow, her body trembling slightly with nerves."Thank you," she murmured, climbing into his bed with a quiver of apprehension.Ermanno's gaze trailed over her figure, his eyes lingering on her short lingerie. He swallowed hard, feeling a familiar rush of desire threaten to overtake his carefully constructed composure."This is going to be a
"My family wants to meet you," Celine said softly, her words tinted with both excitement and trepidation. Ermanno had already laid out a delicious breakfast for her."When?" he asked, pouring a glass of juice for her."Maybe before the week is out? Will you be free?" she asked, her eyes fixed on his.Ermanno gave a slight nod, his expression warm and open. "Of course I will. They are my in-laws after all,""Mmm," Celine moaned, her eyes fluttering shut as she savored the sweetness of the food.Ermanno smirked with pride. "I know," he said, basking in her enjoyment."Elena will dress you up," he informed her, his tone brooking no argument. "We are attending a masquerade ball today, and you will be my date."Celine's face fell, her expression pinched with reluctance. "Do I really have to go?" she protested, her distaste for crowded places well-known.“Yes.”"Good morning," Oliver's cheerful voice greeted her, his presence a welcome distraction."Good morning, Oliver," Celine replied wit
Celine sighed, a wistful expression clouding her features as she watched Ermanno answer the call, his attention now diverted. She felt something tug at her heart, a nagging sense of longing that she couldn't quite place."I'm so tired," she muttered, a weariness seeping into her voice as she headed towards her room. As she climbed into bed, her thoughts swirled, the events of the night replaying in her mind's eye.Despite her reservations, Ermanno's tenderness and affection had pierced her defenses, stirring something deep within her. ~“Do you think they would like me?”Ermanno's question hung in the air, his eyes searching Celine's for reassurance. "They already do," she chuckled, her smile reassuring him as they stood on the threshold of her family's home.With a firm knock, the door swung open, revealing Aaron's familiar face. "Hey, Dad," Celine greeted warmly, the affection in her voice palpable.Aaron's face lit up like the sun, his arms opening wi
As their lips locked, the world around them faded into oblivion, replaced by an electric surge of desire that coursed through their veins. Ermanno's fingers traced the contours of Celine's neck, his touch a fiery caress that fueled the growing inferno of their passion.The kiss deepened, their tongues exploring each other's mouths with a hunger that threatened to devour. They kissed as if it were their first, and their last, each kiss a symphony of raw emotion and unbridled lust.Ermanno, his eyes heavy with desire, released her from the intoxicating kiss, his words, barely a whisper, carrying a potency that rivaled their embrace. "Those lips can kill," he murmured, his voice husky with passion.Celine, still reeling from the intensity of the kiss, averted her gaze, her blush a telling testament to the powerful emotions that raged within her. "I'm still mad at you," she uttered, her voice a mix of defiance and vulnerability.Ermanno, his smirk both charming and infuriating, seemed und
The lyrics rang out from the speakers, Fiona belting out Chester Bennington's words with gusto."I tried so hard and got so far! But in the end, it doesn't even matter! I had to fall to lose it all, but in the end, it doesn't even matter!"Celine, sitting beside Fiona, rolled her eyes and laughed, her phone in hand as she snapped photos and videos of Fiona's enthusiastic carpool karaoke. "Fiona, my ears are suffering! Can you chill with the high notes? You sound like a dying goldfish!" she teased."Oh, please!" Fiona retorted, still singing along to the chorus. "When I become a famous singer, you're gonna be at my concerts and you're gonna love every second of it! Even if I do sound like a fish on land!"Celine rolled her eyes, a playful smirk on her lips. "Since when do you have a passion for music?" she asked, teasing her friend."Since today!" Fiona replied with a playful shrug. "Hey, you gotta start somewhere, right?"The car pulled up to a sleek, high-end bar, the neon lights dan
Celine, her inhibitions lowered by the alcohol, taunted Ermanno. "Like what you see?" she purred, her fingers trailing across the curve of her breasts.Ermanno's grip tightened on the wheel. "Put your top on, Celine," he commanded, trying to maintain control."It's hot in here," she whined, kicking off her shoes and stretching across the seat, her bra-clad body on display.Ermanno sighed, his anger now replaced by concern for her safety. He started the car, determined to get her home without incident."Don't blame me if I end up fucking you until you can't walk," Ermanno growled, his words a mix of frustration and lust. He turned on the car stereo, desperate for a distraction from the temptation that was Celine.The drive home was a blur of flashing lights and blaring music, Ermanno's thoughts consumed by his desire for Celine.Once they arrived, Ermanno carried Celine inside and laid her on the couch in the living room."Drinking like that without someone to keep an eye on you is foo
Fiona woke up with a groan, her body aching as if she'd been run over by a bus. She drew a deep breath, but the familiar pounding in her head reminded her of last night's excesses.As she tried to move, her hands brushed against a warm hand wrapped around her waist. Memories of Oliver from the party last night flooded back, and her heart skipped a beat."Damn it," she cursed under her breath, carefully disentangling his arm from her waist, trying not to wake the sleeping stranger.Fiona's body ached in places she didn't even know could ache, thanks to Oliver's rough handling the previous night. "Some guys have no chill," she muttered under her breath, recalling the passionate night they had shared.She finally found her clothes strewn around the room and got dressed in haste, hoping to slip out before Oliver woke up. As she glanced at the handsome stranger still sound asleep in his bed, her mind replayed the memories of the night, a small smile forming on her lips."Too bad we won't m
Celine's voice trembled as she repeated the question. "What are we, Ermanno?" Her heart beat faster, each second stretching into an eternity as she awaited his answer. Ermanno's expression shifted, his eyes searching hers as if seeking the words he needed. "I don't know, Celine," he said, his voice low and grave. "What are we?" Celine swallowed hard, her own uncertainty flooding back into her mind. "I...I don't know," she stammered, her face falling into a small frown. Celine's heart sank at Ermanno's words, his sudden aloofness like a knife to her heart. "What do you think we are?" she asked, her voice wavering. "I don't want to be in a place where I'm not wanted or considered important." Ermanno's fingers brushed over his phone, his face impassive. "We are nothing, Celine," he stated flatly, as if it were a simple fact. Celine's eyes widened, shock and hurt coursing through her. "Really?” "Is that how you feel?" Celine asked, her voice cracking with emotion. "I thought we had s