Celia
"Sexual blame avoidance: This is the most popular explanation. It recognizes that women’s erotic desires may trigger feelings of anxiety, guilt, and shame. How can women enjoy robust sexual fantasies without developing these feelings? Fantasize about being forced. That way, women aren’t responsible for sex and need not feel distressed about it. I was forced. It wasn’t my fault.
Sexual desirability: This explanation reflects the arc of romance fiction, which is wildly popular among women (and the single largest- selling category of fiction). In romance novels, a powerful, dangerous man becomes so enthralled by the protagonist that he must have her, even if his pursuit is assaultive. Eventually, she tames him and they marry and have children. The sexual- desirability explanation says that women have rape fantasies to bolster feelings of seductiveness and desirability. I’m so hot. I drive men crazy.
Sexual openness: This explanation says that women who enj
Alexander She has the audacity to ignore me! It doesn't make me back down from what I'm going to do anyway. And she knows that. This is another advantage. We don't have to speak. I'll find her and she knows that. But, what the hell is that woman? She is a kind of challenge and that's what makes her feisty. "For whom are you offering that smirk?" I sighed hearing his voice. I still regret sharing my apartment's password with him. Even if I don't, he will find a way in. "What makes the wind blow here?" He removed his suit and loosened his tie. He sat on the couch next to me before I say, "help your…" the words vanished into thin air. "Who did that to your car?" He asked. "Why exactly are you here, Xavier?" "Someone ruined your car. Tha
Celia I don't deserve this. If I'm capable, I could find someone who can treat me better, someone who would not ask me to strip but take my clothes instead, someone who will hand them when he is done screwing me instead of leaving me naked on the bed. There are absolutely many someone who would ask if I want it or not before taking a step. Of course, I want it as much as he does. It is still a wonder how my hands hastened to take his shirt off. Right then,I wanted to touch him, feel his skin against mine. It is all before I caught myself. He didn't let me take my hands back though. We met, fucked, and left. Technically, we are fuck buddies. Well, not exactly buddies. What are we? I don't expect him to be nice to me, but he can be a man right? Maybe a gentle man. Argh! It's Alexander, we are talking about. He will never be a gentleman. At the end of the day, even I'm disappointed, I'm happy, 'cause I successfully held back myself from screaming his name.
Celia It feels like someone's playing the song I dislike the most from morning to evening in my head nonstop. This constant buzzing, the sounds of metals, the smell of medicine started to wear me out. Gosh! How I hate this place and still working here! I can't even touch my locket with the hand I touched the medicine. I've to wash my hands a lot. I wanted to share this with someone, exactly with the man I despise. I wanna tell him how much I hated my job, how much I disgust it. Why do I feel like telling him all these things? Argh! What am I even thinking? I shouldn't feel like talking to him. Yeah, after everything happened between us, I am curious about him a bit, especially about his likes, his lavish life and most importantly how he talks 'cause we've never talked much. I wonder if he could laugh earnestly while telling about his best memories and keep disgusting face while telling about the things he hates the most. He is rich enou
Alexander I just don't know what I'm doing. I took her to the woods not to fuck her,but I thought for the first time,I needed a company. It's a kind of common hang out place for both of us. We had sex for the first time there. And whatever the reasons are, I'm taking her to the woods. It's quiet in my car. The silence is choking me out of breath. She feels like an easy game. She accepted to sleep with me like all the other women, still fights me unlike other women. What is she? I still can't define. She wore no make-up at all. Doesn't she want to impress me? Isn't that what girls would do? Look at her dress. Her regular attire. Jeans and jacket instead of her white coat. Yet she is beautiful. Did I just say beautiful? Shit! "Where are we going?" Her low yet confident voice brought me back to this world. Exactly where are we going? I've crossed the woods and has been passing by some stupid lonely area which is surrounded by fie
Celia I can't believe we were attacked. I can't believe I've got a scar from knife instead of a hickey on my neck. I can't believe he made a big fuss about the small wound. I can't believe he actually broke someone's hand without even having a little concern. I can't believe I laughed, screamed so loudly. I can't believe that he knows graphitti. I can't believe that he is such an artist. I can't believe he hugged me. I can't believe he called me his. I can't believe I have spent a day like yesterday in my typical life. And I'm happy except for the ending. Why does he have to hold me like that? Like he would loose me if he allowed a little air between us,like everything about him depends on it,like I meant something for him? Why,when he didn't care to speak even a small word when we were returning. It was a complete shit of silence, something I always preferred and with him,I can't tolerate. What does he mean by all those things? I do
Black. Black is all I could see. His living room itself is as large as my house. The modular U-shaped sofa has somewhat looked like a blend of gray and cement color. The paint of the wall has the same mixture but with high contrast. The ceiling is plain and flat with absolutely zero curves or designs that a typical modernistic architecture has. The table placed at the sofa is black too. It is round, like really round and for a second I thought it was floating until I get a glimpse at its base. No, it's not. "Have a seat." He says and disappeared somewhere I am assuming kitchen, precisely a modern kitchen which is full of nothing but black and maybe Scotch or whiskey. I don't know why. But the thought that this man has a fridge full of fruits and vegetables made me laugh like an idiot. "What's so funny?" I heard him say. Oh! He came back without his suit and in his very sexy black shirt. Since when did I start to mention a shirt as sexy? And in his hands,
It is a pleasant day. The sun shone brightly on the yellow blossoms. The children ran in and out of my house. As I walked into the lane, grandpa called me with my name. "Come here." He shouted which was heard like an echo in my mind. His white mustache widened as he smiled. I looked at him in suspicion and moved further when I saw my mom in her pretty blue dress extended her hands to embrace me. Before I could run into her arms, someone holds my hand. He is just like me in the disguise of a boy, my twin. "Don't go." He shook his head. Soon it was smashed by something and all I could see is a body covered by a white cloth that has bloodstains. "Dr. Celia, do something." I heard the nurses around me say. "Dr. Edwards has summoned you." The compounder informed. "Celia, ... You are so beautiful." The filthy old dog moaned in my ears. I could hear them all shouting, laughing, and warning me at the same time. All the people's faces started to become red and there remained nothing but bloo
Celia We are all emotional fools. Just because I didn't cry even after the death of my only family doesn't make me strong. I was born a fool,have been a fool,like my father said, I'll be a fool forever. He used to say that I trust everyone easily,that I only watch good in them,that I am not capable of estimating their evil mind,that I don't value even a penny. While, Amy, no matter what she does,he praised her,he said that she will take his business to another level and all I could capable of is painting on a stupid canvass. He used to blame my mother for raising me like that. He might be true. I was all those things. I still am. Cayden's death made me quiet not smart. Just quiet. So don't cry. These all your deeds. You should know your place. Why didn't you get it before? He is not being himself. His emotions got the best of him. He was in pain and hurt. Hence,he treated you like that. You mistook it. What do I even think of myself? &nb
Celia’s POV THREE YEARS LATER “I still remember the thirty minutes speech Lillian gave that day.” Sasha and I are watching the wedding album. It’s Cayden who took that out and showing it to his little brother, Ron. Sasha and Xavier married six months after our marriage. They have a kid now. He is one and half year old. Zed and Lilly has a boy. He is two. We all meet every summer. And this summer, we are busy for Ryan and Meg’s wedding. Alex is with all the three kids, he raised his hand. “Then she said, do you have any idea how many bodies this hand pierced and counted each vein—” “They are kids, Alex. They can’t understand that.” Sasha shouted. Of course, he would not listen. He is continuing the story of how I threatened Jonathan. “I think I did a mistake making him god father for my children. He is completely spoiling them.” Xavier hissed. No matter what, the children refuse to stay away from him. Because, he gives them chocolates, won’t let them touch the book
Celia’s POV It has been ten days since that proposal I did in the street of Gilbert town. I did only the proposal. Alexander has planned this grand destination wedding. We daily talk about it. Every time we talk about it, we will have an argument and we decide we don’t want any marriage at all. We end up shouting and then moaning on bed. At the night, we talk again. I never thought about what kind of wedding I will have. When they ask about dream wedding, I simply shrug. Even Alexander has no idea about it. We are two creatures who thought it would be impossible for us to get married in these lives and end up in marriage somehow. After a week, he fell silent. He hasn’t discussed about the wedding plans. Something is going on in their office. Even Xavier seemed distracted and busy. And one day, my bell rang and I opened the door just to find the two men in my family in blood. They are not bleeding like they are stabbed. There are wounds like someone punched them hardly. I qui
Alexander’s POV I thought they need some privacy, to put out their emotions for their best friend and brother. So, I left them for themselves for five minutes. Five minutes are all they are getting. He is intentionally trying to make me jealous. Fine, with me. I am not punching this man because I have a huge respect for his mom and his best friend. Still, I can’t help but glancing at the room once in a while or should I say, ten or twenty times in a minute. Bertha, (she insisted me to call her by name instead of Mrs. Bennett) came with a tray of cookies. Oh, god. Not again. I did a fake cry without her noticing me and took one cookie. If I don’t, she would take the trouble to put that directly into my mouth. I have eaten a lot since I came here, that my jaws are hurting from all the chewing they did. I am so tall, has a well built body and look like the man in his late twenties. But, she is treating me, in fact, she is treating all of us like seven year old kids.&nbs
Celia’s POV I was so habituated to seeing him in Black and greys and that too, they are sophisticatedly tailored shirts and suits. Now, watching him wear shorts, kaki or white T- shirts with half sleeves, loose shirts and printed trousers making me stare at him more often. They are making him look like a teenager. He knows that I have been staring at him. I didn’t try to shift my gaze when he caught me doing that. Its my right. I am confined to fit and flare crepe dresses. I can’t wear more. The climate is warm just like my life. “So, what are we going to do next?” There is a genuine interest in his voice with an added excitement. He looks careless, less worried and totally overjoyed about everything we have been doing. While we are walking, he attended few calls and that’s it. “Hakuna Matata.” He says. If that two words has a human form, it is Alexander King. I took the chance to go to a shop by excusing myself for washr
Celia's POV I apologized Meg for what Alex did. Ryan is so sure that she is going to be one of his constants. I am on the road where I am no more cutting the threads with the people who cared for me. I wanted to keep them all in my life like a family. Yes. I am making a family of friends. Alex would never apologize for what he did. At least, I should do that instead. "It's fine. I can understand." She said after a lot of explaining our situations. "He really seemed to like you and I am happy for you both as long as your husband doesn't misunderstand anything and keeps his hands to himself." I wanna say, 'I highly doubt that.' But, I nodded my head in approval. She smiled and I know. It's not that friendly but she doesn't resent me either. We walked back to the house in silence. The only noise we heard after in the house is that of plates and other utensils either slipped or thrown, glasses smashing to some kind of solid things- either floor or
Alexander’s POV I know this feeling of drawing someone’s picture when you miss them the most. We drew the curves as if we are touching them. We shade the corner of lips as if they are smiling for us and especially, we live in the moment of our past as if it is playing before us. We draw to stay close, to feel home, to feel safe, to feel their warmth and finally to feel them. I did it once after the death of that woman, after pushing Celia successfully because of my arrogant ass, nonsense judgment and baseless assumptions. I drew how she laughed after running away from the thugs. That was the first ever time I saw her laughing and giving a reaction like that. Back then or the other seconds before this instant, I never know that someone would miss me this much, that someone would love me this much and adore my laugh, cherish my little achievements, be proud of what I do and especially makes me feel that I am beautiful. Many said that before. But, feeling it without having to
“No.” He whispered after processing everything. That was a set up. Celia did that. For him, it meant only one thing. She trusted him enough. He is going to keep it. “I never saw you like that.” He told to the cute looking girl beside him. Not many people refer Amy as cute. But to him, she is still that little girl with backpack who followed him in silence. “It’s her. It's always have been her. I wasn’t good to her. I abused her. But, she didn’t think for a second to take my side when that woman who used to call herself my mother died. With her, I feel complete. I feel free and she doesn’t whine and complain. All she wants is me. That’s it. We both were so alike. I never felt so alive than I did with her. Because of her, I find myself attaching to Xavier again and we are good now. Even if it isn’t for her, I can’t really date you Amy. I could never be your man. That feels so wrong and Celia always feels so right no matter whatever it is.” “I know that I fucked up. But, what I felt for
Celia’s POV I sat on the edge of my bed. Xavier and Sasha are looking at me like I am some Dinosaur walking naked in the middle of streets. I wrap my hands around my body hugging myself from the chilling weather. “Where is he?” I asked them. Xavier shook his head, “I am trying to reach him. He is not lifting my phone.” His slim apple phone slid smoothly in his hand while he played with it. I sighed as my shoulders fell slowly. “Come on. Since he was sixteen, he doesn’t like people taking care of his things. He might be angry. He will show himself sometime.” Sasha and I agreed with him. Xavier fell silent. ‘Cause the obvious truth is, since Alex was sixteen and all the years before, he has no one to take care of his things. By the time, Xavier entered, it is too late. Alex has started to become resistant to people until me. 
Celia’s POV It is like you came into a bright sun after spending hours amidst a dark room. The thing is, you still can’t see anything for a while. His kiss is like that. It makes me feel numb. The spots he is exploring are the only exception and my heart counts in too. He doesn’t touch it physically. I could feel it abused, loved, mended, broken and lived and is living since he came. After few minutes of daze, I am aware of the sound we are making and the surroundings we are in. I clutch his shirt near his waist in an attempt to push him, “Little one is here.” I whispered against his lips. “And awake.” His lips would not stop the assault. He sinks more in to my mouth. That’s exactly what I wanted. But, my mouth says otherwise. “You are being reckless.” He locked the door behind us. “You have three minutes to come. Cayden will b