Celia's POV "And I forgot," I turned to the man who is as white as his moustache. "Here is the contract. I want you you to put in words that you will never touch me or my family in any way." And he signed it without reading the full contents of it. I like how I am able to knock him down. This exactly how I used to be. Right when I was about to leave this man forever for good, I heard a muffle laugh. For a second, I thought it was Jonathan, but he is not even able to lift his finger. I turned back to look at him. He is as confused as I was. The sound came again. It is a combined chuckle and I am sure, we two are not the only persons here. The way to the bedroom has elegant cherry black silk curtains and they are moving. Jonathan gasped at the sight. It is the only sound he made after a lot of silence. They moved again like someone ruffled them. There came the two pairs of shoes when the curtain raised a bit. Jonathan fall back on to his couch. There are constant whispers like w

Celia’s POV   It is like you came into a bright sun after spending hours amidst a dark room. The thing is, you still can’t see anything for a while. His kiss is like that.  It makes me feel numb. The spots he is exploring are the only exception and my heart counts in too. He doesn’t touch it physically. I could feel it abused, loved, mended, broken and lived and is living since he came. After few minutes of daze, I am aware of the sound we are making and the surroundings we are in.   I clutch his shirt near his waist in an attempt to push him, “Little one is here.” I whispered against his lips. “And awake.”   His lips would not stop the assault. He sinks more in to my mouth. That’s exactly what I wanted. But, my mouth says otherwise. “You are being reckless.”    He locked the door behind us. “You have three minutes to come. Cayden will b

“No.” He whispered after processing everything. That was a set up. Celia did that. For him, it meant only one thing. She trusted him enough. He is going to keep it. “I never saw you like that.” He told to the cute looking girl beside him. Not many people refer Amy as cute. But to him, she is still that little girl with backpack who followed him in silence. “It’s her. It's always have been her. I wasn’t good to her. I abused her. But, she didn’t think for a second to take my side when that woman who used to call herself my mother died. With her, I feel complete. I feel free and she doesn’t whine and complain. All she wants is me. That’s it. We both were so alike. I never felt so alive than I did with her. Because of her, I find myself attaching to Xavier again and we are good now. Even if it isn’t for her, I can’t really date you Amy. I could never be your man. That feels so wrong and Celia always feels so right no matter whatever it is.” “I know that I fucked up. But, what I felt for

Celia's POV    I apologized Meg for what Alex did. Ryan is so sure that she is going to be one of his constants. I am on the road where I am no more cutting the threads with the people who cared for me. I wanted to keep them all in my life like a family. Yes. I am making a family of friends. Alex would never apologize for what he did. At least, I should do that instead.    "It's fine. I can understand." She said after a lot of explaining our situations. "He really seemed to like you and I am happy for you both as long as your husband doesn't misunderstand anything and keeps his hands to himself." I wanna say, 'I highly doubt that.' But, I nodded my head in approval. She smiled and I know. It's not that friendly but she doesn't resent me either. We walked back to the house in silence. The only noise we heard after in the house is that of plates and other utensils either slipped or thrown, glasses smashing to some kind of solid things- either floor or

Alexander’s POV   I thought they need some privacy, to put out their emotions for their best friend and brother. So, I left them for themselves for five minutes. Five minutes are all they are getting. He is intentionally trying to make me jealous. Fine, with me. I am not punching this man because I have a huge respect for his mom and his best friend. Still, I can’t help but glancing at the room once in a while or should I say, ten or twenty times in a minute. Bertha, (she insisted me to call her by name instead of Mrs. Bennett) came with a tray of cookies. Oh, god. Not again. I did a fake cry without her noticing me and took one cookie. If I don’t, she would take the trouble to put that directly into my mouth. I have eaten a lot since I came here, that my jaws are hurting from all the chewing they did. I am so tall, has a well built body and look like the man in his late twenties. But, she is treating me, in fact, she is treating all of us like seven year old kids.&nbs