All Chapters of Ruthless: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

Celia's POV If my brain is another living being with the potential to harm, it would have crushed me into pieces. For three years, I have not thought of any other things except work and home. Now I am doing both but thinking, precisely, I must say overthinking. He could've just confessed that he loves me and I wouldn't be messing with my head right now. I am too preoccupied with the word lust. What if it is true, what if he is lying, what if he leaves when he is tired of fucking me, and the list of questions proceeded by what-ifs goes on. The ding sound of the elevator made me want to cringe. I've been doing a lot of talking to myself that the person who just entered could easily notice that by seeing right through me. I didn't lift my head out of mere embarrassment. My eyes caught the finely polished shoes that would cost a great deal. The elevator door closed. The person has not pressed any button. He is still standing facing me. Something about

Celia’s POV       There is no way in the world; a man like Alexander King would look so cute while he actually ‘blushes.’ You heard me. He blushes burying his head in the crook of my neck in an apparent embarrassment. I laughed loudly. That’s what I did in the half of the time while we were making love or fucking hard.       “So, every time when you said you wanted to make things work between us, you wanted to confess that you love me. But you are too shy to admit that?” He still can’t say that. He is too shy. We are still lying naked across the king sized bed.  It’s in the middle of the process of reaching the pinnacle, he said those words, “Every time I wanted to do anything for you, I mean this and not the other way around.”         “What do you mean by this?”        “The thing you just confessed.”

Celia’s POV      I never believed when they said prince charms or knight in shining armors come to rescue from the eternal grief. I think, now I do. I have to pinch myself hardly so that I could wake up from the dream. But his tight grip is telling me that this is all so true, my wrist reddened with his hold. He casually dragged me out from the crowd while everyone looked at us flabbergasted. They literally opened their mouths in awe, their jaw dropped to the floor.    I sat in the car quietly processing everything has just happened. If I am the old Celia, just the Celia from few months ago, I would have flipped the world upside down fighting Alexander for the drama he has created. Since, the old new me has already took its form, I was silently enjoying everything.     Amanda has created stupid chaos again. She seizes whatever the occasion if it is to bully me. I still don’t understand her hatred for me. Maybe, som

Celia’s POV      I never worshipped his body like he did to mine. It’s not the gender equality classes got the best of me. I have never loved his eyes so much than now while they hold the dread of me, leaving him. I have never loved those lips that are not at all willing to leave me, so much than now. I have never loved those hands caressing my cheeks and wiping the tears so much than now. I think I never loved this man so much than now.      Discarding the dress is the most painful task to do before sex. Especially, when his tongue is ready to taste all my erogenous zone. I could say, there is no single spot that is not aroused. Even my foot wants to be touched by those magical hands or I want my foot to be touched too. But, today, this isn’t about me, this is about him.       Once he removed my jeans with much difficult in between deep kisses and laughs with added breaths, I push him on the ma

Celia’s POV       And here I am sleeping on his chest as he holds me tightly, so tight that I couldn’t even tilt my head. I rub my nose against his skin, calling his name. He bent his head a little loosening his grip. I smile lazily, my eyes are about to take rest along with my body and mind.    “I love you.” I mouth. He didn’t say it back. He never says it back. I want to hear him say it so badly. Of course, his action speaks louder than those three words. But who doesn’t want to hear the only person they love the most saying it?    He took me into a deep kiss full of passion. I groaned but loved it anyway. Then it hit me. I never took permission at the hospital to go out. It has been three hours. I pulled away abruptly.    He looks perplexed as I started to grab my dress.    “Shit.” I curse as I tried to put on my jeans.    He pro