Next day.Celestine's POV "Place your hands behind your head."Obeying Lorenzo's command, I fold my hands behind my head, using them as a pillow to rest my head on."Raise your left knee a bit."I follow through. "Ok. Perfect." I hear the sound of papers ruffling but don't turn around to see what he's doing because I'm afraid he may just bite my head off if I move an inch from this spot."Now, you just have to stay like that for the next two hours."I don't complain because I knew what I was in for when I asked Lorenzo to draw a full-length drawing of me. With clothes on. The soft music playing in the room is our only form of entertainment as Lorenzo draws me.There's been something I've been meaning to ask him for a while now. "Lorenzo," I call out."Yes?" The sound of a pencil scribbling on paper stops and the volume of the music is lowered. "What is it?""Why are you studying entrepreneurship? Why not art?" Drawing has been Lorenzo's passion for as long as I have known him. It
Celestine's POV "Where did you keep the condoms?" I ask, standing up from the floor."It's in the top drawer." Came his hurried answer.Lorenzo kicks off his shorts and briefs around his ankle while I head over to the drawer and come back with a condom in my hand.I tear open the condom and quickly roll it onto his cock. Next, I'm straddling him on the chair and sliding down onto his cock. Thank God for skirts. We both moan as I sink down slowly onto his cock, inch by sweet inch. Lorenzo grabs my ass cheeks in his palm and assists me in sliding up and down on his cock. It's a difficult position to maneuver on a chair that can barely contain one person but somehow we manage. And soon, I'm riding his cock in sweet abundance. "Lift your hands," Lorenzo says in a hoarse voice. I follow his order and he slides my shirt off my body. Then unclipped my bra at the back and slides it off my arms. Sinking my nails into Lorenzo's shoulders, I use them as an anchor to ride his cock. Lorenzo
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