Celia's POV I am all ears while I am listening everything Xavier is saying about Xander. He doesn't have to do this at all. A man like him won't take this much time to talk to his brother's acquaintance or whatever I am, I still have no idea. But, this only shows his love for Alexander. He cared for him. When he talked about all the stupid and naughty things his brother did in his childhood, his eyes beamed with so much excitement as if he reminisced everything. Every time, he says something, he always added "I wish I had played with him or I wish I had listened to him and so many other I wish I had stuff. " What is the use of regretting now without actually living the moment. From this story, it hit me again that time can't be reversed even if you wish you did. " Why did you hate him so much when he loved you that much? " I questioned after hearing about a long drama of exuberant drama king - Alexander King. He let a deep breath out. " You d
Celia's POV "You look like you are just bitten by a snake. Are you alright?" Sasha's words brought me back to the reality. "Yeah. I am just thinking about this and that." I replied standing up and hugging her tightly. "I missed you." She wrapped her hands around me and held my hands. "You really missed me. Otherwise you will be at home playing with Cayden. Instead you are waiting for me. Did something happen? Did you guys get into fight?" Sasha is good at making assumptions. I shook my head saying no. " I saw you talking to a man." "He is Alexander's brother. Just an acquaintance for me." "What?" Her response is a little aggressive like she heard something awful. "Do you know him?" I questioned trying to understand her reaction. "Nope. Not at all." She replied immediately. "He owns this restaurant, you know." While we are talking about this and that, she received a call from Mrs.
Alexander's POV "I don't want any crows at my home." She said her home. No one knows this, but I wanted to be this her home as much as it is mine. In fact, it never felt like a home until she stepped in. But I acted like a jerk and shut her out. Then I got to acted like a jerk to take her in. I can get her in and out of my life or this home like I wanted. But how could I get her to trust me? Everything I do ends in smoke. She ended up having nightmares on the day she met Jonathan. I thought she would be worse if I let her walk into that aisle of blood and diseased. I have got her an admission from fucking art school as a wedding gift. All my plans have gone vain because of the weather in Ottawa. I couldn't make it on time. And I kept her imprisoned until I arrived 'cause I'm afraid she would run away from me the second I let her go because of what I did. Maybe,I shouldn't have imprisoned her at all. There are a lot of things to say to her and I stayed mute. The bloody feeli
Celia's POV "You look great. " Lillian threw a praise at me as soon as she saw me. "I feel great. " I added. "Something great happened?" She Started to enquire with so much zeal which is apparent in her eyes. "We had breakfast this morning. All four of us." "Four?" I nodded zest fully. "Sasha and little one were there. Actually, Alexander's brother was there too. That makes us five." She pouted. How did I forget that she is also an important person to me? "When are you going to introduce him to me? You have already taken so many decisions without my approval. At least let me meet him." I wanted her to meet him as much as she does. But, there is no guarantee that Alexander and I would last. &n
Celia's POV I don't have to pretend like I am avoiding or shutting him from my life. I am doing it for real. I know this is prejudice. But, if it is any other woman, I would have talked to him and let things slide since it is his past. But it is Amy. She will be in his life. She knows this flat's password, she knows his tastes, she runs errands for him and they belongs to the same social circle. He slept with her and did the same damn things that he did to me. The very thought made me want to throw up. He tried to talk to me, whenever we meet each other,he used to smile. One day,he even greeted and asked if we could have Cayden here. I fed him with some cock and bull stories to avoid him. He might have understood. After all,he is Alexander King. We are back to being strangers again. He wouldn't even come to home, even if
Alexander's POV It is 10 in the morning. She hasn't waken up yet. I made her coffee and waiting in the living room while doing my work. I am afraid she will slip through if I don't pay attention. She has been avoiding me for the past few days and I am damn sure it has everything to do with Amy. Her eyes aren't completely recovered from yesterday's venting of emotions. They are still swollen. That doesn't matter anyway. She looked like a freshly bloomed flower today. I smiled looking at her while placing the file on the table immediately. "Do you have a good sleep?" She blushed thinking of yesterday's night when we kissed until our lips hurt,until we could not breath,until the touch itself became painful. I must say,my lips are swollen too. So is her lips. Neither of us thought of sex that time. It was just an i
Celia's POV As much as he feels uncomfortable,I find it funny and constantly laughing watching his face. We three are sitting before the TV watching rhymes. Especially, the 'Old McDonald had a farm' and 'Five little ducks' which are both little Cayden's favourite. I think it's the twenty fifth time listening to those rhymes and Alexander already became pale. "How the hell did he got all kind of animals at one farm?" He commented. He would say, "The dog, cats, cows, sheep, ducks, chickens and what not. Why don't you raise a lion and a wolf too, Mr.Mcdonald ? " Until today, everything happened in our lives silently,yeah, there are moans and heavy breaths. Since we started to talk, I find everything so funny. Being with him is fun. I am really impressed by th
Celia's POV I was sitting in the bottom of a stupid slide looking at the large room in front of me while Alexander descended from the hole just like I did. He reached the bottom with such a force that I fell on to the ground with a thud. "Oops! " He says muffling a laugh. I blew the hair on my face in frustration. "What are you, five?" " There is no rule such as only kids of age five should slide. " He got up gave him his hand and I took it as a support to stand. There are red colour stains that looks not lesser than blood on the white floor that almost scared me to death. "What do you keep here? Dead bodies?" "Sorry about that mess. I was in a hurry and I didn't get to clean that last time. " He explained showin