Alexander's POV I expected a pretty little face that seems full of content and peace, cheeks that has dried tears, a little smile on those swollen lips since we did some rough things last night, and a messy black hair that falls all over the white pillow. All I got is an empty bed whose sheets are dampened. I got up abruptly looking around the room. There is no sight of her. I decided not to overthink even though I am already going hysterical. I knock the bathroom door. I turned the knob and opened it. I could smell her usual lavender body wash. The room has been just used that the moisture of the shower is still on the glass. I imagined her in an apron trying to make something delicious which only turns out into a roasted, wasted dish. I smirked thinking of the scene and another good fuck if possible, little harder than last night. She would feel wonderful on the kitchen island, if and only if she is present. Panic, fea
Celia’s POV It is really hard. Really, really hard trying to cook when you have a horny, caring and possessive husband making you wet for no reason. I cringe when I look for making words for what he is doing to me beneath his shirt I wore. I am making the sauce by mixing gochugaru, oyster sauce, minced garlic, and black pepper together in a small bowl to add it to the pan in which the onions, beef and jalapenos are being cooked. I am making this spicy stir fried noodles, if only he lets me. Did I mention him horny earlier? He is making me one now. I wouldn’t have cared how many marks he left on my neck when I was cooking. But, his hands are to be stopped before they travelled too south. I squeeze my legs in an attempt to put a halt for his luring torments. I should have known. His rough hands lingering between my soft thighs is much worse. “I am trying to cook.” I
Celia’s POV I know I am not ready to meet them. It doesn’t mean I want Alexander to meet them. For a second I wished for Deaneries flying on her dragon to take us away to some distant lands. I also wished for a heart attack to Jonathan Davis. Don’t take me wrong. Since, I am here I would give him cardiopulmonary resuscitation (CPR) and later he will be sent to hospital. In that chaos, we will not need to talk to them. “I need a minute alone with Celia.” Alex told Elijah to which he nodded and left us in that lawn. Alexander turned to with a look on his face which says a lot of apologetic speech to come out. He took my face in his hands. He is warm. This is only making me dissolve into more grief and anger. Argh! How I planned my day! He is about to open his mouth to say something. I interrupted not giving him the chance. “I get it. I will leave with Elijah.
Celia's POV When I was a teen after my mother died, Cayden took me out for a small vacation, which is in fact a way out from the reality. One thing he never guessed is that one could see the hill on which my mother died without binoculars. The whole plan and purpose of that distraction in the name of a trip had no meaning at all. It was like I ran from something for years and at last, I thought I was free when I actually fell right into the arms of that thing I have been avoiding. This is the least I could describe about the encounter with Jonathan and Amy and most importantly, my meeting with Alexander for the first and next time. Maybe, the view of Casa Del Mar can be related to that. I have never believed in fate. But, after everything happened, I came to a conclusion that there are two fates I could not avoid in any circumstances. One- the departure of my loved ones, possibly deaths. Two- the intrusion of the people who hate
Celia’s POV Ever imagined waking up to the chirping sound of birds, rumbling of leaves, rush of breeze, a howl of something unpredictable, smell of soil, and woods? And yet, you are still in that classy white apartment. I thought it is a dream, staring out of the window at everything that falls under the category of verdant. So many plants, leaves and leaves and plants. I feel like am suddenly teleported to a cabin in the middle of a forest. But, the room in which I am sitting on a bed looks nothing like a cabin. It is cool, not like an ice cool but cool cool. I looked aside and he isn’t there. He did a drama when he woke up and I wasn’t there. For a second, I thought I am kidnapped. Who am I kidding? Who would kidnap me? Probably Amy. But, she would never put me on a bed like this unless it has a bomb fixed under it. The windows are definitely picture windows that are stationary, made to give the right amount
Celia’s POV I am lying flat on my stomach being semi naked, my hands rested under my chin. He is beside me looking at the ceiling and lost in thoughts. After a prolonged silence, I tried to make a conversation. “Shall we..” “That morning, when I was going to London, you knew you were pregnant. You seemed disturbed and I felt that something is off. You were hiding that truth. And I know, Celia. You are hiding something again.” I lick my lips getting ready for this inevitable conversation. “I wasn’t sure that I was pregnant. It is just my emotional state running from here to there. I have been over thinking. I am sure as hell it sucks and you don’t start that too. Come on, our French toast is waiting.” He smiles a little and let this go which is so unlike him. Maybe, he is trying to give me space. He didn’t ask me if I will join the sh
Celia’s POV The rain pattered against the window harshly. It looks like it is not going to stop until it break the glass down and flood this whole building. My feet could not touch the floor since the bed is elevated than a normal one would. I sat at its edge and fall back onto the mattress not knowing what I am thinking and not knowing how to understand myself. I have not noticed him opening the door and entering the room. When I squeeze my eyes shut and opened them, he is above me looking worriedly, “Are you alright?” I envisaged someone pulling him from above far away from me. “Celia? Is something wrong?” He looked to his back at the ceiling and turned to me again. That’s when I know, I am not in a right mind. It’s not until his thumb traced my cheekbone, I realized there are tears running down onto the mattress. I hold his face in my cold hands fearing th
Celia’s POV “He made you do what?” Ryan asked with an expression that is shouting impossible and unbelievable. “He asked me to talk about everything happened in his absence. He wanted me to think of them and realise that it has happened because I was made to believe that he betrayed me.” I explained for the fifth time. “I am afraid he is going to take my place now. Does it worked?” “Yeah. I no more think of the past five months. But, I am acting weirdly. We were so happy. We cooked, kissed, slept and then, they arrived. It was like everything we built again just collapsed. I felt home until then. After their visit, when Alex talked about going back to New York and house, I feel,.. I don’t know. I am terrified like it is some sort of danger. My insides were squirming. They are shouting not to go back. And again the very thought of parting with Alexander is like ripping my chest. I don’t understand what I want and what I feel. I lied to him.” Ryan looks at me like he is
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