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 sign of irritation. "It's not Lora's fault. It's no one's fault."
Lorenzo scoffs, his chair squeaking loudly against the floor and drawing the attention of the other occupants in the restaurant. "I'm out of here."
The crease in his father's head deepens. "Lorenzo, sit back-" but he is already out of his seat and heading towards the exit and he doesn't look back.
"He probably just needs some time to get used to it." My mom's voice is shaky. She faces me. "Maybe it will be better if someone going through the same situation as he talks to him." Please don't say it. "Could you talk to him sweetie and get him to understand?"
Dear God no. In fact, even I don't understand what the fuck is going on here.
I rack my head for an excuse as my mom blinks slowly, once, twice, three times, and I immediately feel bad for her. I clear my throat. "I-- I will see-- I will see what I can do." My voice sounds strained even to my ears and I mentally facepalm myself. Why can't my fucking brain think of something?
Please don't be outside. Please don't be outside. This is the mantra in my head as I walk as slowly as possible to the exit all the while praying that Lorenzo has caught a cab and gotten out of here.
Fuck.
Through the see-through doors, Lorenzo is leaning on a wall, his lips curled around an unlit cigarette with a lighter in his hand. He still has that habit.
Lorenzo was what you called the bad boy in high school with his torn jeans and too-big faded tee shirts with smudges. He always smelled of cigarettes, caused trouble, and even got caught in a few fights. While I had been the version of a good girl with a 4.5 GPA, class president, and title of valedictorian in my back pocket. I was literally little Miss perfect or at least that was what Lorenzo liked to call me whenever we were assigned to a class project or made to sit together and I hated the name, with every fiber of my being but as the typical cliche stories go, I had fallen for him and the bad boy turned out to have not been that bad after all.
I exhale forcefully, push the door open, and walk over to where he is. "You are not allowed to smoke here." I point to the sign on the wall that he is currently leaning on. It says "Smoking is prohibited."
He faces me. "Hello, Sis."
"Don't call me that." Not only does it sound weird. The word 'Sis' coming out of his mouth creeps me out.
"Oh, but you heard them," he taunts. "We are going to be siblings very soon." He takes out the pack of cigarettes from his pocket, keeps back the unlit cigarette, and shoves the pack back into his pocket. "So might as well get used to it."
"I will never see you as my brother."
"Why not?" He has a confused look on his face and a crunched-up forehead then he arches an eyebrow at me. "Because we fucked a few times?"
"What?" Is he being serious? What we had was way more than just meaningless sex.
"I won't tell our parents about our little flings if that's what you're worried about."
Little flings? My throat closes up. I'm now in danger of really puking.
"Don’t worry, Sister," he says. "Our dirty little secret is safe with me. In fact, it is already forgotten. It wasn't even that memorable. Just a few lousy sex."
I gape at him, not wanting to believe the words coming out of his mouth. This isn't the Lorenzo I knew. It's like he changed to this cruel bastard standing in front of me.
What happens next is out of character for me. It's like someone takes over my body and controls me. I don't even think about it, I just act. The slap I give to him across his face lands with a crack that draws the attention of passersby who murmur and point at us as they pass away, probably wondering who the crazy bitch is. I back away from Lorenzo in horror, my now throbbing palm held in my other hand like I just touched a hot pan.
Lorenzo brings a hand to his cheek which is now spotting an angry red color and stares at me in shock then he laughs, the sound bitter and cutting through the still night air. "When did Little Miss perfect get feisty?" He drops his hands and eyes me, a leering look in his eyes. "Maybe I shouldn't have been so quick to dump you." He rubs his jaws, still eying me. "Who knows, you might have brought this attitude to bed. It would have definitely made things more exciting."
My heart sinks and the corner of my eyes starts to sting. No, no, no. I'm not going to cry in front of him. I will rather die than show him how much his words affect me.
"Fuck you." The words tumble out of me before I can help it, another thing that is uncharacteristic of me. I hardly ever cuss but the new Lorenzo just has me shocking myself with each second I stay in his presence.
I need to leave.
I'm halfway back to my seat when the thought crosses my mind- If my mom is marrying Cade then that means that we will probably move into his house. With Lorenzo. And it's summer break. Oh dear God.
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
Lorenzo's POV "I was away for one night and you turned my house into a fucking circus," my dad hollers, his face red as fuck, with spit flying everywhere. I knew that my father was going to find out about the party. Heck, I wanted him to find out. Call it a rebellious streak or whatever but I want him to know that just because he had managed to make me stay in this house, doesn't mean I would bend to his every rule. Waking up first thing in the morning to my dad's screaming in my face was not how I wanted the encounter to go through. I had at least been hoping to catch some shut-eye before the confrontation. How did he even find out? I and Luke with our other friends had scrubbed the place early this morning, from the surfaces to each room in this big house. So how did he... Goddd. I feel like smacking myself over the head. How could my stupid ass have forgotten to turn off the CCTV camera at the entrance? I throw the blanket off my sleepy as fuck body, running a hand through my u