It took her a few minutes before finally absorbing Lander's sudden question. As much as she wanted to answer the question, she refused not to.
"Let's just talk about something else. Vincent and I just had an argument and I'm still in the state where just by hearing his name my blood is starting to boil," she excused, glancing to Lander, giving him a faint smile before focusing again her eyes to the road.
She said the truth. At this moment, all she wanted is to be free from questions and situations that involves Vincent. Even for a moment, she wanted to be free of him; from the thoughts of Vincent.
Tonight, all she should care about is Lander.
"I understand," he said as his grip on the steering tightened.
Ever since he was a kid, he has had the thoughts of always proving everyone wrong. Despite having supportive parents and good family relatives it did not save him from always feeling like he's an outcast. His cousins passed their bar exams on
The cinnamon scent of the lit candles runs through her nostrils as they slowly walk inside of the venue with her hand still on Lander's arm. The candelabras were the first thing she had noticed, they were in the shade of yellow and brown bringing a vintage vibe all over the place. She was unable to let go of the smile that genuinely crept to her lips as she was busy wandering her eyes around the place. The white as milk thick curtains were hanging beautifully on the ceiling. She smiles. She had never been a fan of the color white, simply because she find them boring but tonight, she eat her words and end up thinking that the white color shows simplicity and she think it's beautiful. Tonight was just perfect, she thought. Everything was in the shade of white, yellow, and brown. She loves it. She must say that Lander indeed thinks of her while he's making plans for their dinner date and she finds it sweet. Lander tapped her hand on his arm that
"I like the peacefulness of the night," Lander whispered as his hands is on Celestine's waist guiding it to sway with the music while her hands is on his shoulders."Me too," she said in a low tone of voice while she was staring at him.Celestine can't help but stare at Lander's face with the urge of pinching herself to know if she was just dreaming or not. She can't believe that she's with a handsome man with the right intentions for her. It was quite unbelievable. It was like she's in a fairytale right now where she feel like a princess having a dance with her prince charming."You're so beautiful," he mumbled.As the light crossed Celestine's face it was as if in slow motion, her eyes twinkled with a smile that reaches it. Lander swallowed upon realizing how beautiful Celestine is. He couldn't believe that the woman in front of him actually said yes to the dinner date and was smiling genuinely at him right now.From the first time, he met Celest
She traced the hair on his chest using her index finger as Vincent's left hand is caressing her arm in a most sensual way that gives her goosebumps. Her head is resting on his chest, listening to every beat of his heart—it was calm, as well as his every breathing."I love feeling your skin against mine," he whispered. She closed her eyes as his calloused hand traveled to her neck and back to her arm."I want to forget everything... I want to be with you and think about just being with you," she whispered against his chest."Then don't think about anything."She lifts her face to look at his eyes. She can't help but think about this whole thing as a dream. She can't believe that she's in Vincent's arm, staring at his eyes and just simply enjoying this precious moment with him.He moved his hand to reach her right cheek. He moved his thumb, caressing it gently as if she was a fragile thing that he might hurt in just a simple move."But y
"I think you should change your clothes, it's too revealing," Vincent said as he was leaning against the door with eyes examining Celestine's body as she was in front of the mirror looking at herself.She is wearing a v-neck crochet crop top and high waist wide leg knit pants. She also paired it with her white stiletto. It was not too revealing like how Vincent pictured it to be so she rolled her eyes."Nope, it's not revealing it's perfectly fine," she said, spraying an expensive perfume all over her body. She was surprised to see her things that she left in the hotel properly arranged in Vincent's room after they had their breakfast. She did not bother asking because obviously Vincent asked his men to pick her things in the hotel while she's peacefully sleeping a while ago."I can see your boob cheek from here. How come it's not revealing?""C'mon, it's just a little skin, Vincent. It's a big deal. I don't want to change, I'm tired so let me just wear t
Celestine remained silent as she was watching Vincent unbuckling his seatbelt. She averted her gaze to him and look outside of the car.The gate of their mansion is what she saw. She almost had forgotten what her home looks like in months of being away. As she was gazing upon the huge gate of their mansion she can't help but remember the last time she had entered it."You alright?" he asked as her silence become deafening for him. They were fine earlier until they are getting near Oakmont's mansion."Yeah, I just can't believe that I'm here again. That I'm in front of our mansion that once I thought I won't be able to see again," she said with eyes still staring at their mansion gate."I'm sorry for keeping you away from home," he said as he was too staring at the gate.The mansion looks a bit abandoned now. The guardhouse is empty, dry leaves are lying in front of the gate and the gate's color is starting to fade. As she was staring at the mansion
"Boss," everyone greeted in the chorus as they saw Vincent enter. He doesn't really have the intention of disturbing the last time Celestine will have with her father but an hour had passed and she was still not going out so he decided to get inside to know what was taking her too long to come out.He put his hands on his pocket as he stopped walking. "Where is Celestine?" he asked with a straight eye, not looking at anyone in particular.The associates started to make eye contact to subtly ask questions of who will going to answer Vincent's question, knowing that their boss did not ask a particular person.Vincent hovered his gaze to the associates, giving each of them a death glare that was enough to make their legs tremble. Almost every one of them swallowed as Vincent's gaze meet their eyes."Answer my fucking question. Where is Celestine?!" he shouted that making almost all of the associates jump a little to where they are standing."S-She's u
"Is everyone at their rightful places?" he asked while fixing his collar in front of the mirror."Mr. Mogilevich, everyone's at their rightful place now and the car is also ready," said one of his associates."Good. Where is Victor?""He will just meet you at the event, Mr. Mogilevich."He raised one of his eyebrows. "He called?"The associate nodded his head. "Yes, Mr. Mogilevich. He also reminded that you shouldn't be late and you must attend the after-party.""Send him a message that I don't want to go to the after-party. I have better things to do."The door abruptly opens. Even with his eyes closed, Venedict knew who was the person who did that. It was none other than his brother, Victor."If I say you'll attend the after-party, you will," Victor said before standing next to him.He looked at his brother and examined his look. He cleared his throat and once again look at himself in the mirror."Your suit look
"If you have further questions or want to discuss any of it in more detail, we can meet privately," Venedict says with professionalism in his voice. He checked his wristwatch and almost curse out loud when he figured out that he was already twenty minutes late for the event.He wasn't expecting an hour of meeting but it is what was happening and he's not happy about it. The discussions went well, they've agreed about the furniture, structures, and also had estimated the materials that will be needed and how much everything will cost.So far, Venedict must say that everything's going according to how he pictured it to his mind when he was just planning the whole thing and not telling a single soul about it. The meeting is long yet Venedict enjoyed exchanging ideas with everyone present in the board meeting that he also lost track of the time.He once again glances at his wristwatch. "For now, I'll just