The buttery and salty taste of tequila blends well to her tongue as she takes a sip of her glass. She's adjusting its taste on her mouth that she takes her time sipping her tequila slowly. She stood, holding her glass of tequila as busy people talking walked past her. She's in one corner where not much of people were walking by since it was the corner where not much light is passing through.  Lander left her again, though it's not much of a big deal to her since his reason was reasonable enough for her to understand him. He left because the party had already started and his parents needed him to be with them because they will introduce him to some of their business partners. She doesn't want to be alone in one corner and do nothing but stare at other people while trying to convince herself that she's enjoying her tequila even though she doesn't. However, she also doesn't want Lander to choose her over his parents just because she doesn't want to be alone because

"Celestine...""You're married to her. How am I supposed to fight when legally I'm a mistress. She remembers everything now. What about me? Are you going to leave me now huh?" she asked in between her sobs. He couldn't form the right words to say so instead of saying anything he just stepped closer to her and hugged her tight. He wrapped his arms around her waist like he was hugging her for the first time. Celestine buried her face to his chest like she longed to be in between his arms for a long time. He buried his lips on her hair and firmly closed his eyes. Celestine moved her hands and it found Vincent's back. She clenched the back of his shirt and cry harder on his chest. She's afraid that she just woke up one day and did not find Vincent. She's afraid to not be able to hug him anymore. She's afraid that in just a short time she lost someone important to her. "Don't leave me please. Don't leave me, I'll do everything. Please don't l

"Vincent, just go alone. I swear, I'm just fine here," she insisted to Vincent while her eyes are on the huge black gate outside the car. It is the gate of Vincent called their headquarters. As she said, she's fine just inside of the car because even though the relationship she had with Vincent is far from what it is before, she's a little hesitant to go with him inside of the headquarters that is exclusive for people who are part of the mafia. "Celestine, it's important for me to see your presence there. What's really bothering you about going inside?" he asked while his hand is on her left leg. She closed her eyes and feel the warmth of his hand on her leg. She opened her eyes again and put her hand on top of his hand, holding it tightly like her decision is depend on it. "Once I entered that place I wouldn't be the same person again. Yes, I know what to do. I accepted that, but I don't think I would be uncomfortable knowing how powerful you

Celestine gently caressed her arms as she overlooked the empty hallway of the headquarters.  The hallway is spacious and high-ceilinged as well as each room is made of glass walls that give freedom to see through the insides of each room just by walking past them.  She raised her hand to protect her eyes from the sunlight that slanted to the first floor of the headquarters where she's in. The sun is bright but the silence that enveloped the surroundings seemed to be a quiet night with only crickets present in the place. She put her hand down and closed her face to let the sunlight touch her eyes.  It's almost half an hour since Vincent ask her permission to leave so he could talk to his associates privately and until now, he's still nowhere. Vincent's father is in critical condition yet Vincent remained calm, different from how she pictured his reaction would be.  Someone cleared his throat to Celestine's side that made her open he

"Oh my God, yes," she moaned with her teeth biting her lower lip while catching her breath. It was as if she run for miles with no water breaks; she was sweating hard, her thighs were numb, and her arms are tired.  Vincent gets off on top of her and gently pulls the duvet up to cover her body. After that, he put some of her hair strands that are blocking him from fully seeing her face and tuck them behind her right ear. Her eyes were shut, her lips were red, and her cheeks were shiny, and blushes like a newly watered rose. His lips curved a smile without him knowing.  "Vincent," she murmured with her eyes still closed.  "Uhm?" he hummed as an answer while he is busy caressing her cheek.  She slowly opened her eyes then she blinked twice to have a clearer vision. Despite the tiredness of her arms she still tries to lift her right arm to put her hand on top of Vincent's hand that is caressing her cheek. As her soft palm touches the b