Celia’s POV Sometimes, in order to see the face of reality, you have to come into light. In my case, the light fell up on me. Universe has laws. I decided to obey it for now. My phone has been continuously ringing ever since I got in the car. Elijah would ask me if I am alright, he told me to pick up the phone. Maybe he figured out it is of no use to talk to a statue, he silently drives to wherever he is taking me. It is just like what happened five months ago. Right when I thought, my life is getting better, when I got a clarity about myself, everything turned upside down again. I regret being moody and beating a dead horse last two days at that forest. I shouldn’t have let those toxic thoughts consume me. At least, Alexander and I would have had a one happy last night. I shut my eyes, letting all the heaviness in my heart dropping out. “It is going to be fine, Mrs. King.” Elijah assured looking at me in the mirror be
Alexander’s POV “No. You can’t be seen with her, not when there are people out their trying their best to keep an eye on you. Stay where you are. It is for Celia’s sake.” How can Xavier could give me orders like that when he witnessed what she has gone through? He could not just lock me but tied my hands with stuff I could not leave behind. It has been three fucking days since I saw her and talk to her. She would not lift my calls, would not respond my messages and the worst of them, she didn’t say it back. I could not stand this anymore. It is easy being disguised and enter her apartment. I passed Ryan’s house telling myself that she won’t be there at any cost even though my insides are saying the opposite. I knocked on her door. It is locked and no one opened. I feel the cold wetness in my fist. For a second, I imagined Celia hitting me like she did last time looking angrily while inspecting the
Alexander’s POV I swirl my glass looking at the New York city from my window. It has got so many lights yet looks so dull. Maybe it’s my brain that could not see any blazing light. I took another sip as the images of stained picture on the wall in the closet flashed in my mind. She wiped off Cayden’s face completely. I could understand how much hate and pain she had been through just by looking at the ruined painting. I should be insane to think that she felt and endured will be erased with just my reappearance. So, this is it. Ryan is best. Even though I agree with that, I can’t picture her beneath him naked. My eyes immediately squeezed at that thought. I tried not to think of them, not to think of what they might be doing right now. I could not help it. She might have been through the same pain in the last five months. Right when I thought my life has started, it has ended all over again. I don’t want to end that ju
Celia's POV It was one of those wonderful evenings when Alex and I were discussing about little one. "I like him a lot." Alex said happily while chewing on his steak. "I thought you don't like children." I asked as I picked up my fork. "Why would you ask that?" He questioned bewildered. "Because, you always make sure we use protection and all. Not that I am ready for children. I am just saying." I replied shrugging. "Oh." His shoulder fell back onto his chair, "I want you to have a career first in something you like to do." He emphasized on the last two words. I remember that entire day evey well because we laughed a lot and I almost felt like we had a future. Now, I am doing that something I liked a lot. It is not helping in keeping my thoughts away from him since I have been sketching his eyes, his hands when he holds little one's and
Celia’s POV “So.” Lillian’s fingers are tapping on her cheeks as she holds her face in her hand, her elbows rested on her knees. She is sitting on a stool beside me as I continued drawing. She asked me what exactly has happened in her absence for tenth time. I didn’t got the heart to tell it even for the second time. She herself, reminds what happened and talks out giving her own conclusions which vary from time to time. I don’t know what conclusion she made this time. “So.” She says again, “Alexander is not the hero who left his dear wife for the sake of someone’s life or his company. That’s what happens in most movies and novels. He got into an accident. He doesn’t give a shit even the world collapses. He won’t just leave you like that.” That is so true. And she telling that out loud, is making nothing but another damage, another rip and another piercing in my cuts. “Do you really think th
Alexander's POV I felt so low at the thought of kissing her. I am sure I felt it was her. Her skin was so soft beneath my thumb when I traced across her cheeks. I brushed the strands across her beautiful face as I lowered my head to touch those lips. She immediately moaned just with a slight touch and I knew that she wasn't Celia. She won't moan like that. The thing I know about her that is so true is that she whimpers at the loss of touch, and doesn't fake a single moan. I jerked my body away from whatever the creature that approached me. "It's fine." She said trying to touch me with her long delicate fingers. "Amy? I thought you were- shit. I am sorry. It wasn't intentional." I have not noticed how her visage grew, whether is she angry or sad and I don't give a damn either. I heard her releasing an exasperated breath. I was drunk. I was not in my right mind and I didn't feel so sorry for Amy but for whom I thought she was, for Celia. There is no way, I can see her
Celia's POV I searched almost every where I know at Santa Monica. He wasn’t there. He was just simply vanished like that. Didn’t he want to talk to me? Didn’t he want to know the reasons behind everything I did? Did he drew any conclusions on his own? Oh god, no. No. Please don’t let him. Why did he came in the first place? I thought of hundred reasons. Is he on his regular stalking duty?But, he has an important meeting tomorrow. He wouldn't just leave that after everything happened. Right when I wanted to seek him, he came and disappeared. Shit. I wish my mind works faster these days. I got on the next flight to New York. Xavier has told me his password. And there is another news. Alex attended the meeting with Amy. What kind of shitty decision is that? Are they together now? No. It can't be. I paced in the house I have got in after these many months. I have many memories within these walls. I determined to make many more, if only, he listens to me
Celia’s POV What kind of man stays in shower for one hour? He did. My patience started to weary off. He came out wiping off his wet hair with his towel. He is in his robe and I don’t like that really. When he is care free he would walk out being just in his towel or there are times when he came out naked. What does he even thinking? That I would rape him? Good, gracious. He walked to take his clothed that were placed on the bed earlier. “Are you going to pretend like I don’t exist? For how long?” He didn’t answer as he wears his pant with his robe still on. Then he took that off, his skin is wet with the water droplets here and there. He smells fresh and I smell like crap. I haven’t had shower ever since I got on the flight. He wore his shirt with less effort and started to walk towards the door. This silent torture brought those tears I buried inside back. “Alex. Listen to me.” I bloc