What??? I told you it's drama time.
Celine was surprised to see that Sebastian lived in one of the suites at his New York City flagship hotel and not some fancy penthouse in Midtown Manhattan on Billionaire Row. She was even more astonished to see the décor was warm and colorful and that his home was a modest fifteen hundred square feet with two bedrooms and an office. The only perk she saw befitting his wealth was the view. All the outward-facing walls were floor-to-ceiling windows and had a spectacular view of Central Park which was particularly colorful this time of year.Soon after arriving, and settling Celine into the guest bedroom, Sebastian excused himself to work in his office. She had never seen this side of Sebastian and hearing his commanding voice from behind the door of his office was a big turn-on. She liked hearing his voice in the background as she went about her day, a lot.Nervous about moving around Sebastian’s home, Celine mainly stuck to the room she had been given and was in constant communication
“Do you remember the day I left to go back to New York? I left the day before school started because I wanted to stay with you until the last minute. Do you remember?”, Sebastian asked. She could see slivers of grey as he peeked between his lashes at her.“I remember.”, Celine said. “You were going to call me after you got settled in. I chased your fancy car to the highway.” She looked down at his fingers picking apart the individual threads in the carpet between their feet.Sebastian smiled. “I remember that too.”, he said taking her hand and playing with her fingers. His fingers were icy.“That day I was distracted. I remember thinking that the driver wasn’t my normal driver, but I had been gone all summer, and staff changes were a normal part of my life. So, I didn’t think anything of it.”, Sebastian said, and Celine’s stomach sank, and her throat started to ache.Sebastian kept his eyes focused on their fingers and continued. “It was a three-hour drive from your house to mine and
It’s not like she had never kissed Sebastian before, but that was ten years ago, and she was pretty sure that they had both been each other’s first kiss. Now, Sebastian was all man, and he had not spent the last ten years abstaining from sex because—good God!First of all, he liked to talk. Nothing like Phillip who only spoke to give commands. Sebastian liked to talk about how he felt, and how good she felt, and he moaned when he liked something. And the man’s temperature ran hot so kissing him was like swallowing lava cake fresh from the oven.They of course started on the floor with soft tender kisses. But she was bent over at an odd angle so before there was even any tongue, he had pulled her onto his lap bridal style. He was a large man, thick and muscular, and he lifted her with ease.As he dipped down giving her hot kisses, he began licking and sucking her bottom lip and moaning and talking and it was not long before she was squirming to straddle him so she could get better acces
The sun shone onto the large windows in the guestroom Celine was sleeping in, but the blackout curtains and controlled temperatures ensured Celine’s circadian rhythm did not register it was morning. So, she slept well past her usual wake-up time. Which was why when her phone rang at eight in the morning, she was still asleep.Tangled in the bedding, Celine struggled to find and silence the horrendous ear-piercing noise and when she did, she looked at the screen and saw it was her father. So instead of throwing the phone like she wanted to, she answered it.She put her ear to the phone, “Hello?”, Celine said. But before her father could answer there was, what sounded like, a shotgun loading and then discharging. For a second, she thought things had gone very badly with the reporters. “Dad. What’s going on? Dad.”, she yelled into the receiver.There was shuffling, and then, “Celine. Guess what we are doing?”, Dad, asked.Celine sat up and her head spun. She put a trembling hand to her fo
“I have some news.”, he said. “I know who went to the press. And I want to know how you want to handle it.”, Sebastian said.Celine grabbed a lock of black hair and began twirling. Of course, she wanted to know, even though she was 99.99 percent sure it was Chanel. Who is it?”, Celine asked.Sebastian took out his phone squinted his eyes and read. “Chanel Brittany Aston, aged twenty-seven, second daughter of William and Bethany Aston. She lives in New York City. Unemployed. Graduate from Princeton with a bachelor’s degree in communication.” Sebastian said. “Do you know her?”As soon as she heard Chanel, Celine began grinding her teeth. That little bitch. Wasn’t it enough that she ruined her marriage? “I know her.”, Celine said flatly.Sebastian’s eyebrows rose and his jaw dropped. “You do? How do you know her? What is her motivation? She looks harmless, like your typical trust fund brat.”“She is far from harmless.”, Celine said, then abruptly stood up and started pacing. “How do you k
Celine was lying on top of Sebastian’s grey bedspread on her phone, searching the news for anything about her and Phillip. In the background, she could hear the murmurs of mother and son talking, but she couldn’t make out what they said. Until they moved to the dining table below a vent that was connected to Sebastian’s bedroom and Celine found she could hear what they were saying, clearly.“I spoke with some of the shareholders, and they have agreed to put your marital status as an agenda item at the next board meeting.”, Sophia said sweetly.Sebastian said something but he was out of earshot. Celine sat up“You need to get ahead of this Sebastian, so I have some candidates for you.”, Sophia said. She heard the shuffling of some papers. “Come, take a look.”Sebastian must have come to stand next to his mother, but he sounded bored when he answered. “How does my marital status reflect on my ability to lead Gale Hospitality?”, Sebastian asked. “Is my leadership lacking?”Celine punched
One good thing about being a billionaire was when people trespassed and took pictures, there was security to handle it. Celine did not know if Sebastian paid the reporters off, threatened them, or both but not a peep of a story with their names in it ever went to publication. For a moment, Celine prepared for a world where she and Sebastian were outed, and in a way, it would have solved the problem of Sebastian’s mother and the board. But Sebastian handled everything neatly and they were able to stay incognito.That same night, Sebastian took Celine home via his helicopter saving her a three-hour drive, another perk of being a billionaire. They landed in the same field and before they disembarked, Celine handed Sebastian one of her flashlights and thought it was odd that her father was not there to greet her. After all, how often do they have a helicopter land on their property? Sebastian was taller than she was, so he saw the cars first. “Do you recognize those cars?”, Sebastian ask
Winter was Celine’s favorite time of the year. It was the season when people were kind, the landscape was covered in snow, and there was a stillness that spoke of staying warm at home with family. Winter was when the Beaumont family usually closed the equestrian center, and everyone came home from wherever they were to celebrate the holidays.This year was different; to make money they turned their property into a winter wonderland. They had free hot chocolate, horse-pulled sled rides, snow tubing, snowman contests, hayrides, ponies, and more. It did not make up for losing clients, but it helped them breathe.For once, things were looking up for Celine. She was lowkey dating Sebastian. They video-chatted every night, and he came to see her once a week for his riding lesson and a date. Her father begrudgingly accepted him and sometimes date night was family dinner night, and it almost felt like the old days when Sebastian used to volunteer in the summers. Except one very important perso
This time, she was ready when the door opened, and the light streamed in. She had squinted her eyes in preparation to be temporarily blinded, which was why she did not see who opened the door when she pounced.“Oof. What the fuck, Celine.” It was Kim. Shit. Initiate Plan B. “Get off of me, you oaf.”, Kim whispered.Celine did not get off her. This oaf was going to keep this treacherous bitch pinned to the ground and force Kim to help her escape. “Not a chance in hell.”, Celine said, using the same move to pin her that she had in the interrogation room but without the hitting.Looking at Kim’s face, she could see bruises forming, so she ground her thumb into the most painful-looking injury.Kim turned her face back and forth, trying to avoid Celine’s finger. “Fuck.” Kim whisper yelled. “Stop it, I’m here to—.”Celine ground harder and hissed, “You’re going to help me get out of here, or I am going to start breaking fingers.”Celine said and immediately thought, “Really? Is this the bes
Kim let her keep the long jacket, which made Celine feel ridiculously grateful—a sentiment her ex-bestie, now Archnemesis did not deserve. Still, the simple act of kindness made a difference when she was forced back into the darkness, which swallowed her up in a terrifying, inky void as soon as they closed the door. She took her place, curled up in the corner, feeling the press of the walls, and felt a modicum of relief to have something to cover her nudity.It was a helpless feeling to wait for an outcome, especially one she could not control, that was a race against time. Who would get to her first, Sophia or Sebastian? And had Sebastian even received her message? Had Kim realized her phone had been hacked, or had she assumed the phone had been lost in the scuffle? Would her ploy be discovered? There was nothing she could do about it if it had, as she had already done all she could to influence the outcome, and now she had to wait in the dark to live or to die.In some ways, her ter
When Celine and Kim were in high school, they had perfected the art of sending text messages under the table without looking at their hands. Above the table, they acted like nothing was happening. Below the table, there was a flurry of thumbs. Like a swan’s calm and graceful glide above water whilst below the waterline, there was frantic paddling. That was her plan, but first, she had to get that phone, and it was all she could think about as Kim continued Celine’s origin story.“It took me years to put all the pieces together, and by the time I found proof of who you were, you had married Phillip. Phillip was a problem. He was a paranoid, controlling bastard who believed in having the best security and always had you under lock and key. Sophia was furious when she realized who you were and told me to do anything I could to destroy your marriage. She wanted you to suffer. She wanted to kill you. So, I started fucking Phillip and leaving evidence for you to find, but the bastard was me
“My father killed Sophia’s mother and her brothers?”, Celine asked.“Yup.”, Kim said.She mumbled to herself. “My father killed Sebastian’s grandfather and uncles.”It all made sense now why Sophia hated her so much, why she was against the marriage. Oh god. This was so horrible. If Sebastian knew—how could he ever be with her? That is if she ever got out of this alive.“Does Sebastian know?”, Celine asked.“No. He doesn’t know any of this.”, Kim said and seemed certain.Celine’s heart sank into a painful abyss of doubt and uncertainty. If she lived, her future with Sebastian was over. He would never marry her if he knew the truth, and she knew she could never keep the truth from him. On so many levels, her life would never be the same. Funny, how the fear of dying did not seem as frightening with the knowledge that if she did live, she would be doomed to a life without Sebastian in it. She scoffed at the irony of her situation.But could she believe what Kim was saying? She searched
When she heard her voice, Celine burst into tears. She had been rescued. Somehow, against all odds, she had been found. Like a newly born fawn, she stood on wobbly legs and burst into tears. “Kim,” she said, barely able to get her best friend’s name out.When Kim did not open her arms and come to her, she tried to run into her arms, but Kim put her hand out, “Stop.”Confused, she obeyed and did not stop to think much about it. She was filthy, so… She was just so thankful. Waves of emotions overwhelmed her exhausted body, too many for her to contain. So, she stood in place, shaking violently in relief, ready to do whatever Kim told her to.But Kim did nothing to rescue her. She did not smile, offer her the long coat she was wearing to cover her nudity, or even offer her comforting words. Kim’s eyes were hard, her arms were crossed, and she looked at Celine like a cockroach she discovered in her silverware drawer.Dread silenced her tears. Had they captured Kim too? “Kim, are you okay?
It’s strange to have a traumatic event she couldn’t recall. It’s even stranger to have a crippling phobia and not know why. For as long as she could remember, she has been terrified of the dark. It was so bad that her parents took her to a psychologist, where she was diagnosed with PTSD and trauma-related Nyctophobia with panic-induced cognitive impairment. AKA She freaked the fuck out like a cat who got their tail caught in a mouse trap when she was in the dark.According to her parents, this was why. When she was four, they visited a friend’s farm, and she was sent to play outside with Collette. After a while, Collette returned alone, crying hysterically. Alarmed, her parents went looking for her, and when they couldn’t find her, they called the sheriff, and people came from all over to help find her. They searched night and day until a search and rescue dog found her trapped in a crawl space under an old, abandoned shed.When Celine had what her parents called “a fit,” she sometime
When she opened the door to her truck, the interior was covered in a thin layer of dust. The culprit was the passenger window. It was left open a crack over the last year, and while the truck was in storage, it slowly allowed fine dirt to accumulate. She grabbed an old rag and began wiping down the driver’s seat, but the only thing she accomplished was creating a dust storm that erupted in the truck cab, causing a coughing fit. Frustrated with the delay, Celine opened both doors, did a quick clean, and then drove with the windows open until the dust stopped swirling around the cab.After Sebastian fought with his mother, Celine called her dad. He was at the house in the Hamptons with Collette and had taken over supervision of the equestrian center rebuild. Her dad had poopooed her worries about Sophia but allowed John and Jacob to stay in the house with them to placate Celine. Every day, she called and checked in with him, and after a week and a half of hearing that everything was fin
Celine burst into Sebastian’s home office, frustrated and seething. Spinning to face her in his office chair, Sebastian seemed startled by her abrupt entrance and raised an eyebrow.She flung herself dramatically onto his lap, nuzzled into his chest, and said, “I want to elope.”He put his arms around her, and she felt herself calm. She nuzzled, greedily inhaling his scent.“What happened?” he asked.It was his mom. She kept adding people to the guest list, telling Kevin they were essential additions. Every time she did, they had to redo seating arrangements, and now Sophia’s additions were so numerous that they would need to change the venue to accommodate her.When Sophia first expressed an interest in being involved with the planning, Celine decided, against her better judgement, to allow it. To keep the collaboration less hostile, they had Kevin act as a go-between. And at first, that had worked. Kevin had years of experience dealing with the atrocious woman, and she did not bothe
Her mother once told her, “All living things reproduce. What we do afterward separates us. Children do not owe us filial love and fidelity for the gift of life. It is something we earn every day.” But she knew that Sebastian’s parents did not prescribe to that gentle philosophy. They believed the stark opposite because not even love was afforded to Sebastian; still, they demanded his obedience in all things.Celine had never met Sebastian’s father. Not even when they were children; it was as if Brandon Gale was more of a legend or a concept than a man. So, she was surprised to see him at their engagement party. According to Sebastian, “He never attended any of my birthdays or milestones. He didn’t even show up for my college graduation. Brandon only had me to procreate his genetic material.”Until meeting Sebastian’s father, Celine would have said Sebastian was a male version of his mother. Now that she met Brandon, she saw some of his features subtly represented in Sebastian, like hi