Celine paced around her room, anxiously waiting for her aunt to return. It's been a while since she left. Céline was beginning to wonder what was taking her so long to return. She had texted her aunt to check her email inbox if there was a reply to her inquiry and application/request to the court and marry Damien Culhane.
It sounded crazy enough in her head, and Céline could never bring herself to say it out. She had stopped too low.Had she been rejected? Was she not pretty enough? She tried so hard to look beautiful in that picture. She was tense, thinking about the outcome. She needed an answer now.If her aunt doesn't return soon enough, she might lose it."Oh God, help me. Help your poor daughter." Céline clasped her hands together and shut her eyes tightly. She desperately needed this.The sound of the front door closing brought her out of her thoughts. That must be her aunt. Without second thoughts, she ran down to meet her."What took you so long, aunt!"Aunt Elizabeth turned abruptly. She had an anxious look plastered on her face. "Céline, you need to mind the way you ambush me and raise your voice around here. I'm getting old, and it's not good for my health."Céline rolled her eyes. "You never fail to remind me, aunt. Besides, you act like you are 100 or something. You're just 65.""Just? No, young lady, you aren't going to make that a small deal. Not everyone sticks around till then.""Oh, long live aunt Elizabeth" was her sarcastic response. They both laughed."So what happened, aunt? Did he like me? Is he going to marry me? Oh, what about his mom? Did she like me too?"Elizabeth looked taken aback and slightly amused. "Calm down woman, are you going to keep pouring out the questions or are you going to let me answer the ones you've asked?""Answer aunt""Which one?" Aunt asked chuckling"Well, did they respond?""That, I do not know. I cannot speak for more than one person. But I can speak for a certain female of interest.""His mother?""Yup," Elizabeth responded, heading to the kitchen. Céline is following closely behind. "Boy, I'm hungry. Did you cook anything?""Nope, but I could order pizza.""Please do. What have you been doing all day? Waiting for me to return?""Yup. So back to the subject, aunt. His mother liked me, but he didn't? She asked fidgeting"I didn't exactly say that," Elizabeth said, taking out the orange juice from the freezer and pouring some for herself. "Want some?""Yeah, sure," she watched as her aunt poured her a glass before resuming her questions."Could you please give me a rundown of what happened? You are killing me with your half-answers?""Calm down, Céline. You are too hard on yourself," Elizabeth said, sighing. "Look, I didn't get any message from him. I just got in contact with his mother, and she liked you, so he probably likes you too.""You think?""I hope so. I mean, I heard that stupid boy has rejected five other high profile women.""Beautiful?""Sculpted with the bare hands of God himself.""So I don't stand a chance?" Céline breathes out a sigh of frustration."I didn't say that.""But you implied that," she said pointedly "You.killing.me.aunt.!""Nope, you are just being hard on yourself.""You know how much I need this. It's the only way I can avenge their death. I need to marry him! I need his money!""The only thing you need, woman, is to move on. I do not support you getting married to this, Damien. Neither do I support you having any revenge. All I want is for you to be happy, and I'm sure your parents would want that too and not you practically sacrificing your happiness to avenge their death." Elizabeth said, grimacing."I can't move on, aunt. We have been over this before, so stop bringing it up." Céline stated, and headed back for her room. That was enough to change her excited yet anxious mood.She heard the soft sigh of her aunt just before she left the kitchen. Yes, she agrees her aunt has done a lot for her and, she appreciated her for it, but she would let that stop her. Her aunt has been able to convince her of things, but one thing she would never be able to persuade her to do is to move on. She could not move on until she had avenged her parent's death. Getting married to Richard was her first step. So whether Elizabeth liked it or not, she would back down. Her aunt might be frustrated, but she was frustrated too.She lay down on her bed and stared up at the ceiling. The doorbell rang, and she listened to her aunt's slow footsteps as she went to answer the door. "Oh God, bless this woman for me and let her live long." she muttered. It must be the delivery boy at the door. She has almost forgotten that she ordered pizza."Céline, the pizza is here." Her aunt called to her."Keep mine in the fridge. I am not hungry."Elizabeth did not reply. She had had enough of her niece and this drama. She needed to stand her ground.Closing her eyes, Celine began to think. What possibly could she do if Damien refuses to marry her? Celine wondered when they would get a positive reply to their proposal. Whenever it was, she needed Plan B.Just before she drifted off, one thing was on her mind. Seduction.Friday was usually a hectic day for Damien. Damien has been sitting at his desk all day long, paperwork piling higher and higher. His butt started to hurt from sitting down for long, and his hand was stiff from writing and typing.Looking at the paperwork still left, he wondered what he had been doing all this while. The pile, a piece of mocking evidence that he has done nothing much. Well, what did he expect? He was the owner of nearly half the restaurants, boutiques, clubs and hotels in the state, so there would be lots of paperwork. Of course, he could afford a personal assistant, but he was carefully avoiding being a victim to the stuff usually depicted in cliché movies. Call it absurd, but he was not taking any chances.Pulling his chair backwards, he stood up and stretched, relieving the tension in his muscles.He glanced at his watch. It was 9:45 pm. He packed his things and headed out of his office. The deafening silence of
What she was wearing was simple, yet something about her made her stand out. There were a lot of classy dressed women on the dance floor. She was just on a crop top, cargo pants and boots, yet she was the one that drew his attention. He watched her closely. She was dancing with so much energy as if drugged by the music. She moved her hips like their only special purpose was to sway. The vibe radiating from her made him itchy to get on the dance floor and spin her away. He had not even seen her face yet!He patiently waited for her to turn around and face him, careful not to lose sight of her. When she did, he was completely and utterly charmed. He was not one to stare, but that was what he was doing right now, his jaw agape. This beauty was alarming, one you could not just ignore. With his jaw almost dropping to the floor, it was a surprise that Damien was not drooling. He took his time to take her in. She had red hair, and she tied up in a ponytail. The
Oh, Lord have mercy, who on earth did she just see? Was that Damien freaking Culhane! She turns around to face him properly to be sure.“Madame, were you leaving without your drink?” She raised her hand abruptly to shut the bartender up.It was like a reflex move. She would deal with the embarrassment later. “Damien? Damien Culhane?” She asked to be sure her eyes weren’t deceiving her. If her eyes were, then her ears would not.“Yes, you know me?” He had a dreamy look in his eyes and was acting like he was trying to keep his balance and avoid falling off the long bar chair.The Damien she imagined should be more collected considering he was rich and famous. Was he drunk or something?“Of course, I know you! Who in the state does not?!”“I do not, or I did not, you popular bro?” The
The universe worked in mysterious ways. She has been killing herself for the past two days trying to cook up ways to meet and seduce this man, and here he is willingly presenting himself. Who ever thought it would be this easy.“Hello?? Uhm.” The bartender said, clearing his throat. “Lady and gentleman, I’m still here, you know, right in front of you in case you forgot or have not noticed.”“Nope, we did not forget, now would you stop interrupting?” Damien replied.Someone needed to tell him that!“So will you? Please, baby.” he seemed desperate.Oh hell yeah! She would not miss this opportunity for the world. After tonight, she would get this man to marry her. “Yes,” she said, trying not to sound desperate herself.She heard the bartender sighed. P
“Here we are.” Damien said, parking his car.He had just brought a literal angel home. It all happened so fast. After she disappeared from the dance floor, he thought he would never set his eyes on her again.Guess luck was on his side. In the next few minutes after he spotted her, she was right in front of him. Even more, luck, because she seemingly knew and liked him.He never brought home girls from clubs. Damien usually booked a room at a hotel or crashed their house. He was not this reckless on a regular day.But, Celine was different. He could not put it in words, but something about her pulling him in. He had also been wasted on alcohol, so that could also be it.Her name was Celine. Was that some kind of coincidence?He turned to look at her. She had not moved an inch since he announced that they had arrived at his hou
“Céline, please,” he begged. She still ignored him, showing him what those hands promised once she got them on his body. The sight of her in her panties alone was making him go crazy, then what she was doing was enough to take away the little sanity he had left. He would not sit and let her torture him, so he stood up and went over to her.“Céline, stop.” He said, raising his voice and grabbing her two hands and holding them above him.“What should I stop doing- this?” She asked, releasing her right hand from his and using it to grab his cock.He opened his eyes immediately and looked down at her hand.She was working it, just the way he rubbed her breast through her bra when it was still on a few minutes ago. Her hand was fulfilling one of its promises.He moaned her name. He was still in his trousers, yet it felt so good.
Celine closed the front door smirking. Pfft. Her aunt was okay. It was all part of her naughty plan. Mischievous, yes. But after that, there was no freaking way Damien would not try to come for her.“Too bad. Damien does not need to get my details from the email I sent anymore, that back there was a better proposal.” She muttered, trying to suppress a laugh threatening to expose her gimmick.She ran off the front porch and a little farther away from his house with her hands tightly pressed to her mouth.She took down her hands and laughed out when she was a safe distance from his home.“That was so callous!” She exclaimed, still laughing. She was bending over and clenching her stomach, trying to control her laughter.“I must have left the poor guy with a hard-on!”Gosh, He fell for it. The look of frustration and need on hi
With excruciating slow steps, she came toward him.She was in a dress so revealing and deliciously indecent.It was a white lacey and flowered short gown. It was painfully tight, so he wondered how she managed to walk with it.Unbelievably transparent, he wondered, too, the essence of wearing it at all when you could stay naked. She was barefooted, her long legs straight, smooth and silky.As she stretched out those long legs, taking slow steps towards him, it built his anticipation, each step skyrocketing his curiosity. She shone so brightly, implausibly emitting light like a bulb with so much energy and powerful electricity.She was the only thing lighting up the room, the room which he was yet to recognize.He was sure that he had seen an angel.At least, that was the only explanation he could give to something so incredible and imposs