Celestine's POV "Where did you keep the condoms?" I ask, standing up from the floor."It's in the top drawer." Came his hurried answer.Lorenzo kicks off his shorts and briefs around his ankle while I head over to the drawer and come back with a condom in my hand.I tear open the condom and quickly roll it onto his cock. Next, I'm straddling him on the chair and sliding down onto his cock. Thank God for skirts. We both moan as I sink down slowly onto his cock, inch by sweet inch. Lorenzo grabs my ass cheeks in his palm and assists me in sliding up and down on his cock. It's a difficult position to maneuver on a chair that can barely contain one person but somehow we manage. And soon, I'm riding his cock in sweet abundance. "Lift your hands," Lorenzo says in a hoarse voice. I follow his order and he slides my shirt off my body. Then unclipped my bra at the back and slides it off my arms. Sinking my nails into Lorenzo's shoulders, I use them as an anchor to ride his cock. Lorenzo

Lorenzo's POV Why is she asking for my forgiveness and begging me not to leave her?I turn around and Celestine lets go of me. Her face is red and her chest is heaving heavily with how hard she's crying. "Please, forgive me."I grab her upper arm and pull her off the floor despite her resistance. "Why are you asking for my forgiveness?" My brain is having a hard time catching up with everything that has been said in the past ten minutes but I don't remember anything that would make her get on her knees and beg for my forgiveness. "Because I lost the baby," she says softly. "The baby died because of me."My heart clenches. "You weren't the cause of your miscarriage. It wasn't your fault." "But...it happened because I was drinking and didn't take care of myself." Her arms tremble in my hold.Is that what she has been telling herself all these years? That it was her fault the baby didn't make it? "You didn't know you were pregnant," I say in a low and firm voice so every word in that

Next day.Celestine's POVI'm seated in the car with Lorenzo. The duffel bag I brought along with me is shoved into the back seat. We are headed to the airport right now. My three days with Lorenzo are over and now we have to go back to reality and our classes which we have been blowing off.Ugh! I so don't want to go back to that school."What's with that heavy sigh?" Lorenzo glances sideways at me then looks back at the road."I don't want to go back," I grumble, folding my arms and putting a frown on my face. He chuckles. One hand comes off the steering wheel and he interlocks our fingers together. "I don't want you to go too, but you have to. So put on your big girl pants and stop being a big baby about it." I reach over and twist his nipple since he's been an ass."Ouch." He lets go of my hand to rub his bruised nipple. "What brought that on?""You were an ass," I say with a shoulder shrug and fold my hands across my chest in case he's thinking of retaliating.He doesn't retali

Three weeks later.Celestine's POV I fall into the couch with a heavy sigh of relief. It's the last day of exams and I can't even begin to express how happy I am. "I hate school," Eve grumbles beside me on the couch, throwing her bag across the room. "Aren't your glasses in there?" I ask, looking at the bag that smashed against the wall and is now laying in a heap on the floor. Eve is short-sighted and uses medicated glasses. The kind that are very expensive. "Fuck!" Eve rushes over to the bag, going on her knees as she opens it and shoves her hands inside to look for her glasses. She finds it and flips the case open. "It isn't broken." She sighs and holds the glasses to her chest and she walks back to the couch. "I should really invest in some contact lenses." "When are you going back home?" I drop my bag on the floor gently unlike Eve."Next week," she answers, stretching her legs out on the table in front of us and resting her head on my shoulder. "Have you called Lorenzo toda

Celestine's POVI close the door to my room and head on down, climbing down the flight of stairs again. Seriously, something needs to be done about these damn stairs.There are two things I notice as I walk into the dining room. First, I'm the last person to come down because everyone else is sitting in their respective seat. The second one is that Lorenzo will always look good no matter what he's doing. Because, why does this boy look like a supermodel even as he shoves pancakes into his mouth?While walking over to them, I try to take in my fill of Lorenzo. From his tousled hair flying in all directions to the tight black t-shirt across his chest that shows his bulging bicep.I mumble a quick apology to my mom and Cade for being late as I take the seat beside Lorenzo, the only empty one left.Lorenzo pays me no mind and my heart sinks even though I know this is all for show so Cade doesn't suspect us. It still hurts that I can't throw my hands around him and hug him as tightly as I