PresentCelestine's POVI jolt upright in the bed, the pounding of my chest matches the consistent throbbing of my sex. Why am I dreaming about that bastard that keeps insulting and hurting me? It was more of a memory than a dream. A memory that I have locked away forever, so why are the flashbacks resurfacing? It's like my body is practicing mutiny and it is being led by my stupid brain.Faint evening light streams through my bedroom window. A look at the screen of my phone tells me that it's six pm. I slept through the whole day.I lift a hand to my face only to pull it away and find it sticky with dried-up tears. The last thing I remember is burying my head into the pillow and drenching it with my hot tears after I argued with Lorenzo.Ahhh! Why did I try to comfort him? I really tried to show sympathy for a heartless bastard like himself. I slide out of bed and whine at the dull ache in my arm, a sign that I slept in the wrong position. I pad into my bathroom, peel the clothes
Celestine's POV I pick at my meal while trying to ignore the strained silence between the four of us. Lorenzo keeps filling his glass with drinks. Cade is going through something on his phone, and mom keeps asking questions and bringing up conversations to make the evening bearable, all to no avail. The stuffed sweet potatoes have a hard time going down my throat with all this tension in the room. Cade drops his phone on the table, turning the screen face down and faces me. "Celestine, what do you think of my home so far? I hope you are enjoying your stay here." I take a sip of my water, swallowing the food down my throat to free up my mouth. "You have a very beautiful home here, there is no way I would have any complaints." "What a well-mannered girl. You raised her well." He takes my mom's hands, their joined hands resting on the table in between their plates. Moments like this still baffle me. They just seem so unreal. I never thought I would ever see my mom this close with
Lorenzo's POV I take a drag out of the end of my cigarette. I'm halfway through getting high but my mind is still not shutting down. My crappy mood still hasn't improved and I can feel a migraine on its way from my excessive thinking. I'm standing outside Luke's house, leaning on the wall in the backyard, away from all the noise going on inside. Last night's dinner is what has me in this mood. I haven't been able to get Celestine out of my head since last night. Sure, there was alway a subconscious part of me constantly thinking about her even when I tried to deny it but this time it is different. I'm not just thinking about her body or her allure. No. This time I'm thinking about everything; the past, the present, the future, and what is going to become of us once our parents get married. I'm done kidding myself by saying I'm over her. I was way over my head and deceiving myself because just one mention of our previous relationship from her mom and I'm tangled up in knots. My tho
Celestine's POV Lorenzo. Lorenzo. Lorenzo. That's all that has been running through my mind all day long.That dinner of last night has gotten me tied up in thoughts and thoughts of nothing but Lorenzo.I'm remembering things I have no business remembering. Like how he chews on the end of his pen when he is trying to solve a difficult equation or how he thinks black boots match every outfit or the time that he had pierced his ear with a needle just because he had really wanted a piercing. He got an infection the next week but at least the piercing stayed. "Oh, my God," My mom exclaims, pulling me out of my daydreaming as she circles around me, holding a hand to her chest. "You look so beautiful. What do you think Celestine?"I'm on the riser in from of the mirror, wearing the floor-length gown my mother has picked for me."It's, um... " What words can I even use to describe this dress? "It's beautiful. Words can't describe it." Literally."It's perfect, that's what it is." Now, I w
Celestine's POV "What the fuck happened to you?" Joey asks, after releasing me from her clutches. "You never came back to the bench house. Same with Lo-""Um... " I sharply cut her off before she can mention Lorenzo's name. I turn to face my mom who has been watching this encounter with a curious look on her face. "Mom, this is my friend, Joey." Turning to face Joey, "Joey, this is my mom.""Oh, I'm sorry." She clasps a hand over her mouth. "Where are my manners? It's nice to meet you ma." She stretches out a hand. My mom takes it, still regarding her with a curious look. "Likewise. What beach house were you referring to?"Fuck!"Celestine and Lo-" I'm cutting her off again. "A close friend of mine has a beach house where they hosted parties all the time. That's where Joey and I met. She owned the beach house beside theirs.""Is that so?" She smiles at Joey and picked up her bundle of wedding dresses. "I will leave you two to catch up while I go try on these dresses and see if anyo
Lorenzo's POV I may hate it here in this house but the one place I can never get tired of is the little balcony outside my bedroom where I sketch and pour out my worries and troubles onto a blank white paper. The problem is that even this balcony that has been my sanctuary for ages isn't working anymore. I glance down at my drawing and eye the naked pane of Celestine's body. I haven't seen it in two years, but every inch of those curves are ingrained in my fucking head and they aren't coming out. No matter how much I want them gone. I've been pouring this frustration into drawings, just drawings after drawings. Drawings so vivid that I can make out the smattering of freckles all over her body. Make out the little birthmark she has over her top lips. Make out every last curl on her head. In all these intricate and delicate drawings, she looks beautiful as fuck. Beautifully haunting. Like a ghost that comes out at night when you least expect it. And I'm the poor victim who can never
Lorenzo's POVThe bridal processional song; here comes the bride, is heard all through out the church as the doors are opened and Joey enters in a strapless mermaid gown with a sparkly corset bodice and an extended train trailing behind her. She looks radiant and all the guests stare at her in awe. Louis in his finely tailored two pieces black suit looks about ready to start shedding tears as he watches her walk down the aisle.It's a beautiful sight; her gazing at him with literal stars in her glittering eyes and him looking at her like she is the purpose of his living. Her father hands her over the Louis, all the guests seat down and then the wedding commences.After a bunch of sermons and reading from the scripture, they are asked to say their vow after the clergy.Louis goes first, "In the name of God, I, Louis Dreyfus, take you, Joey Jones, to be my wife, to have and to hold from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love a
Celestine's POVIt doesn't take long to find Lorenzo seated at the back of the hall. His tall frame and dark hair alone are all that is needed to identify him. Not that I was looking for him, It just so happened that I saw him."Ladies and Gentlemen, it's time for the throwing of the bouquet by the bride to know which beautiful lady will be next," the MC announces. This announcement is followed by squeals from the ladies surrounding me. "Can all the beautiful single ladies please come to stand at the front?"Chairs squeak on the floor as some girls get up from their seats and hurry over to the front. I don't really feel like fighting with a herd of wolves for that bouquet so I remain seated.Joey, still dressed in her wedding dress, stands up from her seat and takes a few steps forward from it until she is a few inches from the squealing crowd of ladies. She scans the crowd, searching for something or someone. After a minute of searching, she turns around, her back facing us. Did I ju
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