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
Celia’s POV I watched him as he stood before the podium. Three mikes are arranged before him. “Mr. King?” Someone called and Alex turned to his left. Maybe that someone is at his left. “Have you gone for a trip to Los Padres National forest fifteen days back?” Alex nodded his head saying yes. “You went there accompanied by a Miss. Celia Davis?” He nod his head again. “So are you publicly accepting that you have been cheating on your wife.” He moves closer to his mike, “No. I don’t. For your kind information, we both are really on good terms.” I am sure people there will be exchanging dubious looks. They don’t know that he is referring to me while they are talking about Amy. Why the hell does he have to play like this? If he had just said everything on the beginning, there will be lesser confusion and mo
Celia’s POV Like Xavier expected, not many people liked or it believed the way Alex explained things. Some said, exactly why do we have witness such a nuisance? While Alex murmured exactly why do you cared when you think it as a nuisance. Fair enough. His employees are pretty much impressed. ‘Oh! We know her before. My colleague and I had a bet that they both were married and didn’t just make it official.’ A girl who works at his company commented. The why didn’t you say it before? “Finally. I was afraid that they were separated. So, this is the story. For Celia and Alex,” This particular comment is from Garratt Green. This is the only comment for which Alex frowned even though it is a positive one. He didn’t give even a fleeting glance at other comments and views like Xavier did. Obviously, he doesn’t care like he never did. Xavier’s decision puts him in a position where he has to pr
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