All Chapters of SIN FOR ME, VIRGIN NUN: Chapter 61 - Chapter 70

CHAPTER 62.CELESTE:I sat on the sofa in Christian's room, nervously biting my fingers. I was so worried about it. I was worried about the convent finding out about it, Sister Theresa precisely. She had always wanted something like that to happen with me, and this was just going to prove her right.Suddenly, I heard a knock on the door, which was weird because Christian never had to knock on his own door. Or was he just trying to make sure he didn’t barge in on me naked or something? I immediately shrugged off the thoughts because I had absolutely no reason to be naked in Christian’s room. Or was it a staff? The knock came again, and I got off the bed to open the door. On opening it, I was taken aback. The person standing there was the last person I wanted to see and the reason for my current dilemma. Astrid.“Oh, it’s you. Our little sinful nun.” She remarked.“Christian isn’t home. What do you want?” I questioned, trying to prevent her from coming into the room, but that was point

Chapter 64Celeste: I was still shaken up from the dream; Christian kept stealing glances at me as he took off his shirt, wondering if I was okay.“Can I go to my room now?” I asked him, feeling exhausted; he was always trying to push me. Changing in front of me was wrong, and I had let us doing the wrong thing go on for too long. I know I was supposed to ask him how he dealt with the post, how he got it to be brought down, if the convent had heard anything about it and if Astrid was behind it all, but I couldn't; I was tired. Since I left the convent and moved in with Christian, so much had happened that I had forgotten why I was here and who I truly was. I wasn't the girl who wore lingerie in front of a man, I didn't go swimming, and Mother Lucia would faint if she heard the things I had seen Christian do with my very eyes.“Are you okay? “You could rest a bit more,” Christian offered. His mouth was open like he wanted to say more, but no words came out. I was glad he didn't decid

Chapter 66Christian:Matteo smiled. “Well, well, no one would ever believe Christian just said yes to alcohol. I’m glad to be your first; whisky on the rocks it is.” “Stop being dramatic, Matteo.”I took the glass from his outstretched hand and drank it in a gulp.“Slow down, you won’t find Celeste at the bottom of the glass,” Matteo mocked.“Shut up,” I groaned as the liquid burnt through my chest. “Another glass,” I told him as I felt my insides loosen up. This wasn't the first time I was drinking alcohol, but it was the first time in twelve years. We all did stupid things when we were younger. Astrid and I used to run wild; she'd bring every liquor she could get her hands on. Even painkillers weren't out of the question until Carlos' father straightened me up; it was either I wasted my life as some pickpocket on the street or I cleaned myself up and worked for him. I made the right choice.“The topic of discussion is your relationship and not mine,” I told Matteo.“Well, you don'

CHAPTER 68Celeste:The bed was empty when I woke up.My hands moved subconsciously searching for him, for the warmth I had lain with throughout the night but Christian wasn't there.I opened my eyes slowly, adjusting to the light coming from the windows. I sighed, disappointed in myself for feeling disappointed that I didn't wake up beside him. Just yesterday I was trying to put distance between us and now I'm sad I didn't wake up with him.“Father, help me” I clasped my hands together, unable to say anything more, I couldn't bring myself to ask for forgiveness because I knew that I wasn't going to stop ogling at Christian and that dream wouldn't stop replaying in my head.I finally pushed myself off my bed, dragging my feet towards the bathroom. I shed my clothes and walked into the tub, soaking myself in the cold water.After bathing, I dragged myself out of my room, heading straight to the kitchen. I was famished.The living room smelled heavenly, I traced the scent to the kitchen

Chapter 70Christian:I was going to punch Matteo until I'd stop hearing Celeste's voice say his name. She was looking at me like I had gone crazy; I probably have. I couldn't understand where this jealousy was coming from. Of course she'd ask about him; he usually drove us everywhere, but it still irked me that she cared enough to ask.I wanted it to be me, the one she looked for when she walked into a room. Matteo was so lucky he had gone to see Trina; I would've punched him just for the fun of it and claimed it was because he got me drunk last night. It was probably this hangover making me unreasonable.“Christian,” Celeste touched my arm, “are you jealous because I asked about Mr Bellanti?”I groaned; I hated it. I felt like a child. I always felt like a child around her, playing tricks and teasing her so her attention would be solely on me, wanting her to dote on me. It was crazy how easily she had me wrapped around her finger, and she didn't even realise it at all.“I'm not,” I