Soooo. A little flashback smoochie smoochie. And a little real-time softening between Sebastian and Phillip. What do you think? Should we be shipping Celine with Sebastian or Phillip?
Sebastian’s eyes followed her across the backseat of the luxury car. He looked adorable with his pouty lips and wrinkled brow. Already regretting ruining their moment, Celine wrapped her arms around her middle to stop herself from returning so she could kiss his sad eyes and lick his plump lips.She tried to remind herself of the many reasons that she could not allow Sebastian into her life, but it had little effect on the glamour this man had over her. Damn it. This was why she did not want to see him.“Why are you here, Sebastian?”, Celine asked and flinched. She hadn’t meant to sound that rude.His head tilted and the corner of his mouth twitched up into a lopsided smile. “I wanted to thank you.”, he said. “For helping me.”“Didn’t Mr. Barn’s tell you, that I want to keep things anonymous?”, Celine asked. What was it with billionaires and the word no?The grin faded. “He did, but I wanted to do this. In person. I was surprised when I found out it was you. Because of…”, he stopped t
Sebastian approached Celine, and Apollo whinnied in greeting. “I guess we will be seeing each other a lot from now on.”, Sebastian said coming to stand by her sideApollo recognized Sebastian so that meant. “Are you Apollo’s owner?”, asked Celine not daring to look at him.“Yes, but don’t let that fool you. Apollo is the one in charge of this relationship. I am surprised he took to you. Normally he does not like anyone, not even horses.”, he said scratching Apollo behind the ears.Celine let out an exasperated breath. She was the horse whisperer. She never met a horse she could not tame.“I didn’t know you were looking for a stable.”, Celine said delicately trying to figure out how he was able to stable his horse there without her knowing.“I wasn’t satisfied with Apollo’s previous accommodation. So, I decided to place him with a family I trust.”, Sebastian said.After her father’s refusal, she would have thought he wouldn’t dare to step foot here. “I’ll do business with your kind, bu
Sipping a cup of bitter coffee Celine walked down the hall to her mother’s room. She hated hospitals. They smelled like disinfectants and body odors. And they all had the same vinyl floors that no matter how much you washed them, they held onto dirt embedded in tiny scratches and crevices.This place was depressing. She wanted to take her mom home so she could be comfortable, but Mom insisted on staying here. She said she didn’t want to be a bother. We only had her on this earth for a few more weeks. How could she be a bother?"Cold Blue. Code Blue. Room 2114. All available staff. Cold Blue.", a speaker blared, startling her and scalding the back of her hand with hot coffee.People dressed in scrubs erupted from stairwells or around corners and ran past her. Realization bloomed and she began running. Room 2114, that was their room.She heard the alarms getting louder as she ran. She was going so fast that she had to grab the molding of the door to control her swing into the room where
Two bodies twisted in ecstasy her husband thrusting into another woman on their bed. Bryson Tiller was singing in the background. “Pull up the skirt, get in the ride. Left hand is steerin’ the other is grippin’ your thigh.”This is what he has been doing when she needed him the most. This cannot be happening. Why? Why? Why? She ran to the guest bathroom in the hall and vomited until she was panting, her head hanging in the toilet. Then she stood washed her face and mouth and looked in the mirror. Anguish was etched into every atom. She was startled when her phone rang. It was her best friend, Kim. Automatically she picked up, “Hello.”“Honey, I heard. I’m so sorry. Are you okay? Of course, you’re not; stupid question. Where are you? I’m coming right over.”Celine sat heavily on the cool tile of their bathroom floor. Glancing around she said, “I’m at home.”“Is Phillip there?”Celine hesitated then responded in a monotone voice, “Yeah.”“Let me talk to him.”, Kim said and there was si
The wine glass wobbled in her hand and a single red drop splashed onto their pristine white carpet in solidarity with the single tear that betrayed Celine and ran down her cheek. No longer able to keep her emotions at bay she asked, "How long have you been cheating?""I have never cheated on you.", Phillip said staring directly into Celine’s eyes. Celine’s eyebrows rose sharply, and she blinked heavily a few times."Pardon?", Celine asked surprised by his denial.I never cheated on you.” He repeated as if she was slow and hadn’t understood him. He pursed his lips. “It was just sex. Celine, I don't love anyone but you. Look, I am sorry you had to see this. Especially tonight of all nights, but I am a man with needs.", he said nodding as if he was a third person agreeing with himself.Heat rose swiftly like a torrent throughout her body and fueled her next words. “A man with needs? What more do you need? We have sex every day. Have I ever told you no?” Leaning forward she continued. “I h
For generations, every summer, wealthy families from New York City invaded New Jersey and overran the eleven towns that made up the Hamptons. Popular for its beautiful beaches and perfect weather. These Hamptonites were like an invasive species that had no natural predators and crowded out and took over everything. The actual residents of the Hamptons, the native species, decided let’s make lemonade out of lemons. Businesses sprouted everywhere to accommodate the Hamptonites’ every whim. Anyone can tolerate just about anything for two months.The truth was, the Hamptonites and the Townies disliked each other but they had been using each other for so many generations they became dependent. Like a dysfunctional symbiotic relationship. And it turned out they sometimes had common interests that united them. Like their mutual hatred of The Billionaires Club.The Billionaire’s Club was exclusive and had only two thousand members worldwide. The entry f*e? Be a billionaire. Members of the B-Cl
Tension summed up the mood in the conference room. Even the way they were seated was adversarial. She and her lawyer owned the real estate of one side of the conference table and Phillip and his attorneys lay claim to the other side. Celine thought it was childish, but so were the men in the room with her.To her left was the projection of a PowerPoint presentation stating Bloombard v. Bloombard. This was what her marriage amounted to now, how sad. She met Phillip’s eyes. He was seated across from her. It was the first time she had seen Phillip since the night her mother died, and since she entered the room, he hadn’t taken his eyes off her. He looked how he always looked, disinterested.They were meeting to discuss the divorce settlement. She dreaded this meeting. She heard when there were hundreds of millions of dollars involved negotiations became bloody. She had no interest in fighting with Phillip and had a plan. A plan she hoped not to use because there was still time to stop thi
After her divorce, Celine sat down and started a list of new rules. She learned her lesson. She was never going to make the same mistakes again. She wrote her first rule. Rule #1 No fraternizing with the Billionaires. Never ever fall in love with a billionaire. Over the months, she added things to the list. She was going to learn to cook. Become financially independent. Stop pleasing everyone. Wait until thirty to have a family. Read more books. Speak her mind. The only one she practiced, thought about and was determined to follow was Rule #1.“Come on. Please! Come with me. Are you afraid of running into Phillip?”, Kim asked. Celine rolled her eyes, she took the phone away from her ear and looked at the time. Kim’s voice was inaudible and for a second, she considered walking away. If it would get her out of this party, she would do it. Celine put the mobile back to her ear. Kim was still talking. “will have fun and I don’t want to go alone. Please. Please. Please. Please. Please. I wo