“I am inviting the gang.”Fiona's words made Celine stop mid-bite, her fork hanging in the air. "Who and who?" Celine asked, raising an eyebrow at Fiona."Mason, Julia, and Malakia with his girlfriend," Fiona listed off, causing Celine to groan."Not Malakia and his girlfriend! You know that girl hates me," Celine protested."Come on, take a chill pill," she chuckled, planting a kiss on Celine's forehead.Celine smiled and gestured towards the pot with her spoon. "Rest assured, But right now, you'd better grab a spoon and join me before this soup gets cold," Dusk was fast approaching, and Fiona was well on her way to getting dressed for the night. Her form-fitting gown hugged her curves, revealing just the right amount of skin. The low neckline accentuated her cleavage, and the hemline grazed the top of her thighs, leaving little to the imagination. Her loose bun complemented the overall alluring look, making her the perfect picture of a seductress.Celine was still wrapped in a tow
Celine's eyes fluttered open, a pounding headache muddying her senses. She found herself in an unknown room, trying to recall the events that had transpired before the dark veil of unconsciousness had descended upon her. As fragments of the previous night's events slowly filtered back into her memory, she realized the gravity of the situation—she had been drugged, but saved by Ermanno, swinging in like a dark knight to her rescue.Celine’s disorientation was amplified by her growing uneasiness as she scanned her surroundings. She gingerly picked up the pill and the cryptic note that seemed to promise relief, Her trembling hands barely cooperating, she reluctantly took the pill and murmured to herself, "Where am I?"The question echoed eerily in the unknown room, sending a wave of panic through her body. Just then, a disembodied voice pierced through the silence, sending a chill down her spine.Ermanno's sudden appearance at the door sent a jolt of nervous energy through Celine's body.
Fiona's laughter rang through the air, the amused cackle bouncing off the walls of the room.Celine, perplexed by her friend's reaction, tilted her head to the side in confusion. "What's so funny?" she asked."You're kidding me, right?" Fiona responded, a disbelieving smile spreading across her face. "You have a new boyfriend? In the span of what, a few days?" She shook her head in amusement.Celine, her expression serious and unwavering, spoke with the assurance of truth. "I'm not kidding, Fi. This is for real," she insisted.Fiona, taken aback by this sudden revelation, responded with a mix of surprise and concern. "That's unexpected, girl. It's only been a few days since...well, you know," she trailed off, a sympathetic look washing over her features.Celine, slumping against her bed and giving in to her exhaustion, asked, "Why is it so surprising?" She fixed Fiona with a weary gaze.Fiona threw her hands up in exasperation, her brow furrowed with concern. "You moved on so fast! Tw
Celine whipped her head around, her heart racing, only to come face to face with a woman whose striking beauty was only matched by the sharpness of her gaze.Zelda's eyes narrowed into a cold glare, taking in Celine's appearance with a critical scrutiny that made her feel as though she were being dissected under a microscope. "Oh, you're here for Ermanno , are you?" Zelda sneered, the disdain in her voice obvious.Celine shifted uncomfortably in her seat, unsure of how to respond. "Yes, I am," she replied, her voice barely above a whisper.Zelda scoffed, her expression a blend of smugness and malice. "Oh, are you one of those girls that he fucks and dumps?" she spat, her words like venom.Celine's spine stiffened, and she lifted her chin, refusing to let Zelda's words cow her. "Well, are you one of those girls?" she retorted, a flicker of defiance in her voice.Zelda's eyes flashed, the challenge in Celine's words only serving to fuel her anger. "I'm not just some fuck toy," she growl
As Ermanno approached , his gaze bore into her, his eyes, like twin emeralds, seeming to delve into the depths of her soul. Celine found herself transfixed, drawn in by his magnetism, even as a part of her resisted, her mind aware of the danger he posed.His eyes twinkled with amusement at her retort, a playful smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "Is that a challenge, sweetheart?" he countered, a hint of challenge in his voice.Celine, determined to remain unshaken, raised her chin."I doubt," Celine replied, her voice holding a hint of challenge, as if daring Ermanno to prove her wrong. The dress, a masterpiece of design and craftsmanship, seemed to breathe life into her form, the vibrant crimson bringing her beauty to the forefront, accentuating her natural curves and highlighting the porcelain perfection of her skin.The dress flowed around her with effortless grace, as if it were a living extension of her movements, making Celine seem almost otherworldly, like an enchantress
Aaron Westfield, Celine's father, conveyed his reproach through the phone. "It's a bit rude to discover my daughter is seeing such an influential man through the internet," he said, his voice laced with concern.Celine, despite the gravity of the situation, managed a nervous chuckle in response. "I'm sorry about that," she said, her voice betraying the mounting tension she felt as she continued to scroll through the barrage of online articles and posts about her dinner date with Ermanno."I've missed you, Celine. Come home today," Aaron said, his voice tinged with longing."Sure thing, Dad. I'll talk to you later," Celine replied, her tone measured and polite. As she ended the call, her thoughts turned to the complicated relationship with her father, one that was marked by both love and tension.Celine's eyes fell on a blog post that sent her heart racing. "Unknown woman spotted with Ermanno Vitale on a date," she read aloud with growing indignation."Unknown? It's Celine, you idiots,
Celine's frustration spilled over in a seething whisper, "Fuck!" She was fuming, her anger at Zelda matched only by the pain of the hot coffee that had scalded her skin. Passersby stopped and stared, their curious glances adding to Celine's humiliation.With every ounce of willpower she could muster, Celine fought back the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She stood tall, her posture defiant despite the throbbing pain of her burns, refusing to let Zelda win.Celine emerged from the boutique like a storm, her wrath palpable as she strode towards the car where Neo stood waiting. His concern was clear as he took in her disheveled appearance, but Celine was having none of it."Ma'am, you seem upset. Is everything okay?" She ignored his inquiry and climbed into the car with a forceful slam of the door.Celine's rage radiated through the car, her simmering fury deafening to all else. As Neo climbed into the driver's seat, she uttered a single command, her voice low and dangerou
"Hmmm, I wouldn't care," Celine quipped, a playful smirk playing on her lips. But as soon as the words left her mouth, she found herself under the piercing gaze of Ermanno's gaze."You are mine, Princess," he declared, his words a possessive decree that somehow set Celine's heart aflutter, despite the protestations of her mind. She hated the feeling, yet it felt oddly satisfying.Celine, her spirit of mischief undaunted, shot back with a teasing lilt in her voice. "Possessive, are we?"Ermanno's posture oozed with confidence, a resolute gleam in his eyes as he replied, "What's mine is mine, and I don't share."Celine huffed and retreated to a seat, muttering under her breath, "Greedy."Ermanno's smirk only widened, his response a cocky retort. "Exactly, Princess. I like to get what I want."“Ermanno?”Ermanno turned to meet Celine's gaze, his eyes seemingly imbued with a kind of magic that made her heart skip a beat."Yes?" he said, his voice a low, inviting rumble as he took a seat b