Lorenzo's POV "Lorenzo." Celestine slips her hand out of mine and sits up on the bed. "I need to tell you something."I perk up, worried at the tone of her voice. She sounds really serious. "What's it about?"She leans her back on the bed rest, her fingers twirling the ring on her index fingers. Her eyes water and a tear rolls down her cheek. "I'm sorry."It feels like a thousand needles are been pierced into my eyes as I watch more tears roll down her cheeks. "What's wrong?" I reach over and cup her cheeks, using my thumb to wipe the tears that keep falling. "What are you sorry about?" She hasn't don't anything that would warrant her shedding this many tears. Or is she planning to leave me again? Is that what she's sorry for?She looks into my eyes with her tears filled own. "Please, believe me when I say I didn't mean for it to happen."Ok. Now, I'm starting to get scared. Her tears are starting to make me terrified. I lift her and place her on my lap, wrapping my hands around her
Lorenzo's POV Why is she asking for my forgiveness and begging me not to leave her?I turn around and Celestine lets go of me. Her face is red and her chest is heaving heavily with how hard she's crying. "Please, forgive me."I grab her upper arm and pull her off the floor despite her resistance. "Why are you asking for my forgiveness?" My brain is having a hard time catching up with everything that has been said in the past ten minutes but I don't remember anything that would make her get on her knees and beg for my forgiveness. "Because I lost the baby," she says softly. "The baby died because of me."My heart clenches. "You weren't the cause of your miscarriage. It wasn't your fault." "But...it happened because I was drinking and didn't take care of myself." Her arms tremble in my hold.Is that what she has been telling herself all these years? That it was her fault the baby didn't make it? "You didn't know you were pregnant," I say in a low and firm voice so every word in that
Celestine's POV.It's happening. What I was scared of happening if I told Lorenzo about the baby is unfolding right in front of my very eyes.Lorenzo doesn't want me anymore. He's leaving me. "So what if we don't get the trust fund? So what if he tells my mother about us?" I'm starting to get angry. Back at the beach house, Lorenzo was the one who kept bringing up the idea of us leaving everything behind and eloping. So, why is he saying this now? "You said you would choose me over the trust fund," I remind him of the words he said to me when I first came here.He grabs his hair. "And I still would.""So, what's the problem? Why do you want to end us?" Why should we end this if he doesn't care about the trust fund and I don't give a damn about my mother finding out?"Because-" He pulls harder on his hair. "Because it's not enough. I'm not enough," he whispers. How did we get here? How did we go from talking about my miscarriage to Lorenzo standing in front of me and telling me that
Next day.Celestine's POVI'm seated in the car with Lorenzo. The duffel bag I brought along with me is shoved into the back seat. We are headed to the airport right now. My three days with Lorenzo are over and now we have to go back to reality and our classes which we have been blowing off.Ugh! I so don't want to go back to that school."What's with that heavy sigh?" Lorenzo glances sideways at me then looks back at the road."I don't want to go back," I grumble, folding my arms and putting a frown on my face. He chuckles. One hand comes off the steering wheel and he interlocks our fingers together. "I don't want you to go too, but you have to. So put on your big girl pants and stop being a big baby about it." I reach over and twist his nipple since he's been an ass."Ouch." He lets go of my hand to rub his bruised nipple. "What brought that on?""You were an ass," I say with a shoulder shrug and fold my hands across my chest in case he's thinking of retaliating.He doesn't retali
Celestine's POV"I love you." I hug him tightly, squeezing his shirt in my hands."I love you too." ***Again, Lorenzo is the first person to pull away. "Come on." He pushes me back by my shoulders. "You'll miss your flight if you don't leave now."Would that be so bad?"Ok." I finally let go of him, stretching up to give him one last kiss which I try to prolong but Lorenzo wasn't having that."Go." He pushes me and smacks me on my butt.Why would he do that in public?!A quick look around tells me that no one saw that. Everyone is thankfully too busy with their own lives to even glance in our direction."Leave now or the next one is going to be harder," he whispers into my ear, making the hair on my neck rise from his breath fanning on them.Is he trying to make me go or is he persuading me to stay put where I am? Threatening me in that tone was only making me lean toward the latter."For the love of God, just go already before you miss your fucking flight," he says exasperatedly.I
Three weeks later.Celestine's POV I fall into the couch with a heavy sigh of relief. It's the last day of exams and I can't even begin to express how happy I am. "I hate school," Eve grumbles beside me on the couch, throwing her bag across the room. "Aren't your glasses in there?" I ask, looking at the bag that smashed against the wall and is now laying in a heap on the floor. Eve is short-sighted and uses medicated glasses. The kind that are very expensive. "Fuck!" Eve rushes over to the bag, going on her knees as she opens it and shoves her hands inside to look for her glasses. She finds it and flips the case open. "It isn't broken." She sighs and holds the glasses to her chest and she walks back to the couch. "I should really invest in some contact lenses." "When are you going back home?" I drop my bag on the floor gently unlike Eve."Next week," she answers, stretching her legs out on the table in front of us and resting her head on my shoulder. "Have you called Lorenzo toda
Five days laterCelestine's POVToday is D-day. I'm going back to the mansions today. I'll finally see Lorenzo again. I can't fucking wait!Lorenzo went back home two days ago. We decided that he goes back before I do. That way Cade won't think that we're still communicating.At five in the morning, my bags are packed and shoved into the back of the cab that's taking me to the airport.I say goodbye to Eve who's staying behind for two more days before she goes over to her mom's place where she will be staying for the holiday.By seven, I'm seated in the plane with my headphones over my ears, gazing out the window as I fly back home.Two hours later, I'm getting off the plane with my luggage and catching a cab back to the mansion. I feel so giddy. I'm not even jet lagged from the flight.The car stops in the driveway and I open the door, get down from the car and open the truck to get my luggage. Then I roll my luggage on the brick ground towards the house.I open the front door and I'
Celestine's POVI close the door to my room and head on down, climbing down the flight of stairs again. Seriously, something needs to be done about these damn stairs.There are two things I notice as I walk into the dining room. First, I'm the last person to come down because everyone else is sitting in their respective seat. The second one is that Lorenzo will always look good no matter what he's doing. Because, why does this boy look like a supermodel even as he shoves pancakes into his mouth?While walking over to them, I try to take in my fill of Lorenzo. From his tousled hair flying in all directions to the tight black t-shirt across his chest that shows his bulging bicep.I mumble a quick apology to my mom and Cade for being late as I take the seat beside Lorenzo, the only empty one left.Lorenzo pays me no mind and my heart sinks even though I know this is all for show so Cade doesn't suspect us. It still hurts that I can't throw my hands around him and hug him as tightly as I
Five years later.Lorenzo's POV"Daddy!" A tiny voice squeals and that's all the warning I get before I feel tiny hands grabbing at my trouser and tugging on them. "I missed you."I look down at my daughter's smile which is missing two front teeth, and pick her up, holding her on my hip. "Where is Mommy?" I ask, kissing her on her forehead."She's in the kitchen with Lucenzo," she answers, wrapping her arms around my neck and resting her head on my shoulder.I drop my car key into the bowl by the door and walk into the kitchen to see Celestine mixing a salad in a bowl. Lucenzo is seated on the countertop and dipping his hand into the bowl, stealing some of the vegetables and shoving them into his mouth. The whole scene gives off Deja Vu vibes. I'm reminded of the time that Celestine kept stealing carrots off the chopping board as I tried to make dinner."Daddy's home," my sweet little princess announces for me and two sets of blue eyes lift from the bowl and turn to face us.Lucenzo
One year later.Lorenzo's POVI'm scared of Celestine. Rather I'm scared of what she has become.It doesn't take much to tick her and make her go off. Last night, she started crying because she said I'm always hauling the covers all to myself. She didn't stop even after I gave up the whole thing to her.But this will all be over soon because her due date is two days from today. Then the baby inside of her will be out and Celestine will become my sweet little girl again. The one that doesn't snap at me because she says she hates the way my footsteps sound. They weren't even that loud!"Lorenzo, I'm sorry I snapped at you earlier," Celestine says from where she's nested under my hand as we watch the vampire diaries series."It's ok. You didn't mean to." I reach down and rub her stomach bump that peeks out of the shirt she wore. Despite Celestine's grumpy nature, I have to admit that pregnancy looks good on her, and seeing her waddle around the house with a baby bump has been the reason
A year later.Lorenzo's POV I press Celestine's face into the bed as I slide deeper into her ass hole."Lorenzo," she moans, trying to pull away from me but my hand on her waist holds her back.I slide my hand from her stomach down her body and push the dildo deeper into her pussy."Oh, God." She fists the covers and pushes her ass back.Sliding out of her asshole until only the tip of my dick is left inside, I look down at her and nearly come as I see both her holes squeezing around the dildo and my cock. "Fuck," I whisper, my breath caught in my throat. "You look so beautiful right now with both your holes filled.I'm definitely going to be drawing this image later.Focusing back on the tasks at hand, mainly on how to make Celestine accept my proposal.I fist her hair and pull her back until her back is pressed against my chest with only our knees on the bed. "So is your answer still no?" I whisper the question into her ear."It's a waste of money, Lorenzo." She rushes out, her wor
Five years laterLorenzo's POV I'm not going to lie and say that these past few years weren't the hardest years of my life. There were. And there were times when I felt like giving up and calling it quit. Times when I felt like going back and groveling at my father's feet for his forgiveness. But anytime I felt that way, all I just had to do was look beside me and stare at Celestine, and wonder if I'm willing to give her away.The answer was always no. Every single time.Now, I'm glad as fuck that I didn't give up. Because I wouldn't be here if I did. I would have been locked away in an office, running a company I didn't want.“This is insane.” Celestine spins around the gallery, her hands stretched out. She bumps into a lady passing and I can't help but chuckle as she mumbles an apology and walks back to me. “I can’t believe this." She looks around. "I’m seeing your work on the wall, in a real show.” She beams at me. "I'm so proud of you."I'm proud of us. Celestine finished her s
Celestine's POV I slip back into the house and immediately head for the stairs. Making sure my footsteps are light, I rush into my room and move to my wardrobe, throwing the doors open. I reach for a suitcase, the biggest one I can find, and throw it onto my bed.Opening it, I start throwing clothes inside. I'm not even looking at what I'm putting into it. I'm just shoving whatever I can grab into it. Next, I head into the bathroom, putting all my toiletries into a small bag which is then shoved into the suitcase. I open my drawer and reach for some cash I had in there. We'll definitely be needing it.Just as I'm about to close the drawer, something sparkling catches my eyes. It's the ring. The ring Lorenzo gave to me. I had shoved it into this drawer as soon as I got back home. I couldn't let his father or my mom see me wearing it so I kept it locked away. Not anymore.Reaching for the ring, I tilt it to the light to see the engravement that has taken over my heart, 'allow me to te
Celestine's POV Tiptoeing down the stairs, I glance behind me to see if I have been compromised.I'm still in the clear. None of the parents heard me leaving my room. I slip out the front door, close it softly behind me, and run out of the property.Frantically, I spin around in a circle, looking for Lorenzo. I can't find him, and just as the tears start welling up in my eyes again, I see a figure hidden in the shadows away from the streetlights.Squeezing my eyes, I try to make out the figure as the person inches closer. It's Lorenzo. I would recognize those shoulders anywhere.Running towards the figure, I wrap my hand around him. "I missed you." I press my face into his chest, inhaling his scent to try and calm my racing heart.Lorenzo's hands also wrap around me. "I missed you too," he whispers into my hair. "I'm sorry I got us caught. Has he told your Mother?""I don't think so. And it wasn't your fault that we got caught. Don't blame yourself." We were both kissing each other.
Celestine POV"You didn't do it for me." Lorenzo lets go of my hand and walks forward. "And you're wrong about me being over her. I didn't forget about her. She's still all I can think about because that girl that you texted was Celestine."It's like a ball has been dropped on the court. The drop of a pin could be heard in this deafening silence. Cade breaks it by speaking. "Celestine was that girl? How's that even possible? Coincidences like that don't happen.""It's possible because you didn't even think to check out who the girl was. You were so fixated on ruining my life that you didn't even bother to look at the picture of her." Lorenzo is visibly shaking and his hands are clenched into tight fists.Cade rolls his eyes heavenwards. "What are you talking about? Ruined your life?" He scoffs. "I sent her a little text message that wasn't even up to three lines. I don't see how that ruined your life."I can't believe I'm hearing this. He has no remorse for what he did. He doesn't se
Celestine's POV"What the hell is going on here?!" A loud thunderous voice booms from behind us.Lorenzo quickly moves away from me but it's already too late because Cade is standing at the entrance of the kitchen with his face a shade of bright red. He had seen everything.He wasn't supposed to be home at this time. What is he doing here?"Did you two think you could fool me?" He drops his suitcase to the floor and walks over to where we are, standing in front of us. "Do you think I'm an idiot? I knew you two would try to go behind my back but I held out hope thinking that you would both do the sensible thing." He scoffs. "At the end of the day, you're just two idiots ready to throw away their future. And for what? Sex!" His face is a shade darker now and spit flies out with his words."Watch your tongue. Don't talk to Celestine in that manner." Lorenzo stands in front of me, shielding me from Cade's harsh words. I try to pull him back away to his previous position beside me but he s
Celestine's POV My phone rings. I pick it up and look at the caller ID. It's Eve.Answering the call, I place it against my ear. "Hello," Eve says as a way of greeting."Hey," I answer, getting comfortable on the bed with a pillow under my arm. It's been three days since I came home. Meaning Eve should have gone home now. "Are you back home?""Yeah. Got here yesterday." A heavy sigh. "I don't know why I'm made to come here every year. She's never home."I rise a bit, sitting up straighter. "Have you seen her since you got back?" I know the answer to that question but I ask anyways."No, I haven't." Another heavy sigh. "Can't wait for when I'm done with school and don't need to be coming here again.""You want to hang out?" I offer. I don't mind going out to cheer her up."Nah, I'm good." I hear footsteps on hardwood, kind of like she's moving. "Enough about me. How are you two holding up there? Do you think his dad suspects something is going on?" The sound of a fridge opening flows