Celestine's POV
He is here. Lorenzo Ademaro.
I'm frozen, paralyzed in my seat, and probably staring at him like some kind of imbecile.
He is here? Why? How? When?
So many questions run through my mind as I sit there, my heart beating against my chest so loudly, I swear everyone in the room can hear it.
He directs those pale green eyes to me, and I see the same thoughts in my head pass through them. The same surprise. The same questions. Then it changes to heat. His eyes pierce through mine, and I'm helpless to stop the heat that rises to my cheek as they stay on me.The only thing I can think about now with those eyes fixed on me is the last week we spent together at his family beach house—the heat of his breath on my face that made me feel hotter, the feel of him being inside me, making me writhe and pant under him, unsure if I wanted him to stop from it being too much or if I never wanted him to move even an inch away from me, but all that was before. Before he left me the next week. Without a word.
We must have been staring at each other for quite some time because my mother's voice cuts through the haze of my memories with that motherly edge to it. “Celestine?” She says, turning my attention from Lorenzo to her. “Do you know Lorenzo?”
Do I know Lorenzo? Hell yes, I do…did. In every sense of the word. I knew how his lips taste. Knew how his hands felt on me. Knew how his cock felt when he slides it into me and how his heartbeat sounds when I have my ears pressed against his chest as we cuddle. Something we did all the time.
He was the boy I lost my virginity to and me his. The only boy I have ever told “I love you” to. So yes, I did know him, but I'm not about to tell her that.
“No, I don't,” I lie through my teeth, making sure my face is set straight, so she doesn't see through the lie.
In terms of the worst moments of my life, sitting here in this restaurant beside my mom with Lorenzo right in front of me and acting like I don't have the greatest urge to stand up, walk over to him and give him a slap that is sure to make his head turn has to be on the top of the list.
My mom stands up, tapping me lightly on the shoulder as a signal to do the same. “This is Cade Ademaro.” She gestures to the older man standing beside Lorenzo, who I just now notice. He is a few inches shorter than Lorenzo, but he has the same jet-black hair and pale blue eyes, so basically he is just like an older version of him.
“Hello, Celestine.” Cade steps closer to the table and extends his hand to me for a handshake, which I accept. He is looking at me with that look reserved for puppies, cats, and all things adorable. “Your mom has told me so much about you.” He drops my hand, and it falls limply to my side. “It's so nice to finally meet you.” If he were an animation character, he would have stars shining in his eyes with how hard he beams at me.
Before I can think about why he seems so happy, my mom speaks again. “The man standing beside him is his son, Lorenzo Ademaro,” She informs, this time, gesturing to Lorenzo.
Trust me, I already know his name, seeing as I had screamed it out loud a million times while my nails were dug into his shoulders as I clung onto him for dear life.
Lorenzo steps forward, just one step, then he pauses.
“Lorenzo,” his father calls out in a stern voice, a warning edge to it.
He moves again and stands in front of me with his hand extended out. Now, I'm the one who hesitates as I stare at his outstretched hand like it is attached to the body of an alien.
A nudge to my side from my mom brings me back to reality and the present, with Lorenzo still standing in front of me with his hands out, waiting for a handshake from me. A jolt goes through me when my hand connects with his, and I just as quickly pull away. “It's a pleasure to meet you, Lorenzo.” I make sure my voice doesn't have a hint of familiarity to it as I say his name for the first time in… How long? A year? Oh, who am I even kidding? I have been counting every day since he left. It has been exactly two painstakingly long years with three months.
“I'm pleased to meet you too, Celestine.” Like me, his voice doesn't give away any emotion but just hearing it after so long sends a shiver down my spine.
“Hey, Lorenzo. It's nice to finally meet you.” Mom to Lorenzo.
“Likewise.” He nods his head at her, but there is a tilt to it. Is that anger?
“Ok. Let's all have our seats.” This comes from Cade who walks around the square table to my mom, pulls her chair out, and pushes it in when she settles into it. All this he does with a wide grin on his face, nearly splitting it into two halves.
“Thank you.” My mom's voice is tiny and…is that a blush?
It is halfway into our very awkward meal, at least for me and Lorenzo, who looks like he would kill to be anywhere but here. At least that's what I notice from the side glances I have been stealing at him.
“We have something to tell you guys.” Cade takes my mom's hands into his, gripping them tightly. They are very touchy. Too touchy, in fact. That's when it clicks in.
Oh my God
It's like all the wheels in my head clicked into place. CLACK! I know what they have to say before they even say it, but I can't bring myself to believe it's true. I hope it isn't.
“We have been meaning to make an announcement soon, but we thought it would be better to let you two know first.” He clears his throat, loosening his tie a bit, as though it were restricting air from entering his lungs.
No, no, no. This can't be happening.
“Well…” Another clearing of his throat.
My mom takes over, patting his hands in reassurance. “This may come as a shock, but-” I see her lips move as the words form and I hear them, but they don't register in my brain.
The words flow over my head, and I look over to Lorenzo to find him staring at our parents in disbelief.
Did she just say they are getting married? Lorenzo will be my step-brother?
I'm so fucked.
Celestine's POV Do not pass out. Do not puke. Do not pass out. Do not puke. It becomes a mantra as I chant this in my head over and over again. "I'm sorry if this seems unexpected," Cade mutters, looking between Lucenzo and me, not really sure what to say to make this situation any better. Honestly, nothing he says can cipher how I feel. I'm Hurt. Confused. Surprised. Angry. "and I know it's obviously a lot to take in." Obviously, I parrot in my head. I turn to look at Lorenzo whose mouth is agape with no words coming out. His lips remain parted for a few seconds then he blinks, his throat moving up and down as he swallows. "Is this why you divorced mom?" The harsh words bite out of him and pierce through his dad, whose expression takes on a look of hurt. "Is this why mom left us? Because of her?" He points angrily at my mom whose gaze remains on the table linens. "Lorenzo, I and your mom's relationship ended a long time ago." A tiny wrinkle line creases his forehead, probably a s
Lorenzo's POVFlashback."Is this going to be your first kiss?" I ask Celestine, lowering my head to meet hers. She keeps her gaze down to the floor and I grip her chin between my index and thumb, lifting her chin and forcing her to meet my eyes. "Answer me, Celestine."She nods.Fuck. No one has had their lips on hers.I decide to stop this now, while we are still at it and while we still haven't crossed any lines yet but then she asks, "Are you going to change that?" In that little prim proper voice and that's when I know that Celestine can make me do anything she wants as long as she requests for it in that voice, because what do I do next? I kiss her. Her soft lips move against mine, making me her very first kiss.Fucking awesome.We are full-on kissing now. Swirling the tip of my tongue against hers, I pull it into my mouth and massage her tongue with mine as I nibble on her full lips. She let out little whimpers into my mouth and I savor each sound.Jesus, she tastes so good and
Celestine's POV Cade's house, well mansion is more fitting, is seated on a large acreage of at least ten thousand square feet of space. It has two floors, a gym, an infinity pool, sitting plazas, walking tracks, and mini theaters where I spend all my free time at. It exudes a sense of grandeur with tall ceilings, large windows, and a beautiful facade. My mom and I have been here for two days and I have seen Lorenzo all of three times. Once during breakfast, where he had stormed up to his room after it and the other this morning, he had been making a cup of coffee and I had walked in, hair bedridden, matted to my face and mouth tasting like cotton. I had been headed for a glass of water. Lorenzo had seen me, scoffed condescendingly, and walked out of the kitchen with his cup of coffee in hand. The third time is now. And I can't stop staring. Through the crack in his door, I can see Lorenzo with a towel hanging loosely on his waist, dangerously close to slipping off, his chest dripp
Lorenzo's POV. I had been bluffing, so sure that there was no way Celestine would do anything, I had uttered the challenge and now I'm staring at my closed door with my mouth agape. The pulse in my cock is unrelenting, and it takes me back to the bathroom where I wrap a fist around my hard cock. My fist is moving fast over my cock, I brace one hand on the wall, so I don't facepalm the tiled floor when I come. Jesus, the pressure of her fingers on me. Fuck, the grip she had on my cock. I close my eyes in remembrance of that sweet moment. What is she doing right now? Does she have her fingers in her pussy? Is she naked? My traitorous mind paints a vision of Celestine underneath me, legs wrapped tight around me, taking my cock, her eyes shut in exquisite pleasure as I sink into her aching pussy. I shudder as my cock releases a load of pre-ejaculation, fuck... I could have come from just her hand on me. Another image filters into my brain. This one of Celestine on her knees, my cum
Celestine's POV I cook when I'm stressed out. Dealing with Lorenzo stresses me out, hence why I'm raiding the kitchen cabinets and looking for ingredients in the refrigerator. "What are you making?" Eve's voice comes through the speaker of my setup iPhone. I leaned it on a pepper and salt spice container. Eve and I have been friends since kindergarten. She had been the only one to share her snack with the new girl in class. We sort of hit off since then and have become inseparable, even choosing the same university and sharing an apartment off campus together. "I'm thinking pasta." Something simple and that won't take up much of my time. "So why are you cooking?" Eve was the person I ran to when Lorenzo and I first separated. She was the one who held my hair away from my face while I was bowed over the toilet seat, throwing up the contents of my stomach because I had drank too much. She was the one who joined me to print out photos of Lorenzo and then burn them while cursing his so
Lorenzo's POV The party is in full swing, both inside and outside the house. Presently, plastic cups and beer bottles litter the living room. I'm sure some rooms upstairs are in the same state, thankfully, I had the sense to lock up my father's room and his office. I may be treading on the wide side, but I wasn't looking to get killed by my father.Outside isn't in a better state as drunk people mill around the pool, shouting and drinking, in all stages of undress. The pounding bass of the music pulse through the whole house. We had pushed all the furniture against the wall, creating a space that had become a makeshift dance floor.People filled the space, some were dry humping and grinding against each other to the beat of the music while others were simply jumping up and down, uncoordinated and erratic, rhythm or beat of the music be damned. They dance like they don't have a care in the world. Is it sad that I'm jealous of them?And don't get me started on the PDA. Jesus.Boys and
Celestine's POV Why am I doing this? That's the question I keep asking myself as I climb down the stairs, contemplating between running back up to my room or bracing for the storm to come. I settle on the latter. I want to see the look on Lorenzo's face when I crash his party. Another thing I hated, was why I was allowing his opinion to affect me this much. I'm doing things I wouldn't normally do just to get a reaction out of him. It's pathetic but I can't stop doing them. Seeing the shocked expression on his face when he had dared me to jerk him and I had followed through, it was like a drug was being pumped into my vein. I drug I think I'm getting addicted to it because right now, I'm glancing around the house for Lorenzo to see the seething expression I know is definitely going to be on his face. And there it is. Lorenzo, dressed in knee-length black swim trunks is leaning against the wall, a guy beside him is talking and trying to get Lorenzo's attention but his gaze remain
Lorenzo's POVSomething is different about Celestine. Scratch that. Celestine is different.The last time I saw her before I left for catholic school, she was sleeping on the bed at my beach house, wearing only my T-shirt. She had curled her lips up and rubbed her nose, and I recall thinking about how cute she looked at that moment. I recall wanting to get back in bed and just snuggle in and cuddle her.Everyone at school had only thought of her as a goody two shoes. Heck, I heard some rumors saying she was a lesbian because she was never seen with a guy. No guy thought she was hot so they avoided her.They may have thought she was cute because even underneath her skirts, blouses, and the glasses that covered half of her face, one could still see that was pretty. But she was never considered hot. She never put any effort into her appearance and her clothes were two sized two big, an embarrassment to any guy that would call her their girlfriend.Only I had known the truth. Only I had