(Aurora's POV continues)“Of course, how else would a mere slave slut own twenty percent of such an elite club?” Brielle pouts.In response, I flinch at the word slave but quickly recollect myself, but Brielle being the observant bitch she is doesn't miss the action, neither does Caelum, it makes her grin, a grin that quickly converts to laughter. Caelum bounces her off his lap, instantly dropping her to the ground with a thud. Now it's my time to smile, her brother snickers, and when I turn to face him, he winks at me. I can't help but return his smile, especially not after he winks. Veering back to Caelum. My smile fades but now, he is giving me a tight lipped smile that has my bones rattling. His cold eyes are burning through my skin, he knows he's making me uncomfortable and he relishes it, Caelum is an asshole. One I hoped wasn't involved in anything shady, but look at the goddamn rich bastard now, I'm getting the feeling this is the least shady thing he is involved in
CAELUM Aurora.Stunning, deceiving Aurora.She's about to learn I'm always one step ahead of her, she thinks she's smart, too smart for the world and the men in it. Headlining Fantasy Elite seems to have put an ego on her, one bigger than she possessed back when I met her. Men fall at her feet and she can puppet them so effortlessly, she reckons and with great reason too, but I won't fall to her feet this time, I've done it once and that's one too many times. I regret falling for Aurora, but it wasn't something I could control. It was like a breath, not falling for her would be me holding my breath, which would only lead to me gasping for air. That's the only way I can describe how inevitable falling in love with Aurora was, it was that simple too. When I called her to my office, which is actually Cassian's office, I knew she wouldn't come to see me. I knew the brat in her would win, and she would defy me, leaving the contract unsigned. Hence I didn't bother going there,
AURORA My gaze narrows to the blinds, it would seem the sun has risen. I didn't sleep last night, I couldn't sleep, especially not with Caelum watching me. He insisted he wanted to talk, I wasn't sober enough to talk, nor was I sober enough to take the drunk he offered me. I don't have the answers to his questions, if I did have them, I would have given them to him, and moved on to the next hell fate throws at me. But still, Caelum insists we talk, he insists he will hurt me until I break to bits of me, but how? I'm already bits of the girl I used to be. The girl that never grew into a woman, the one that hurt so much, she only knew one language. Caelum wanted us to find common ground, switching between all the languages in my file when he had at least two bottles of liquor. He didn't try one language, the one language I'm fluent in, pain.At some point in the night, he decided to quit trying, and he fell asleep somewhere around an hour ago. I've been watching him sleep, I
******* (Aurora's POV continues) My phone is buzzing somewhere, I can feel it but I'm too drowsy, my body feels weak, too weak to grab the phone, so I let the vibrations die out, only for them to start once again. I groan, my hand lazily stretching and brushing the mattress until I feel the phone on it. With my eyes still closed, I swipe answer. “Hello,” I murmur into it, but the caller says nothing, instead the call drops, with a familiar sound in the back. Thankfully, I dropped the phone, glad I didn't open my eyes to glance at the caller ID because the drowsy effect would have subsided. I'm well over the moon, trying to get myself back to sleep but it appears that the effort I put into answering the phone was substantial enough to awaken me fully. I try to fall back asleep a third time, counting sheep, as a desperate measure but even then I fail. If I worked a full night yesterday, I wouldn't have any problem with sleeping, I would have drunk and danced myself to the after
AURORA Yesterday was hell, I came home sore and tired from running from store to store with the professional stylist Caelum hired for me. Francesca Weingarten, a woman about my age with the style of a magazine cover girl. Her style is too extravagant for my taste, I prefer the glamour that doesn't scream loud from afar. Away from shopping in the most expensive stores, most of which I left empty-handed because I liked nothing, we also went to the beauty parlour. I enjoy going to hair salons but that was particularly dreadful, I had to go get my hair done in a way Caelum would prefer, straightened. Aside from that, I had to change my nails, to longer nails, with subtle 'elegant' colors that he likes to look at. Francesca also suggested I get a change of hair color, switching it blonde which I was considering until she mentioned it was the color of his wife's hair. I'm not trying to remind him of his wife, I'm trying to make him miss his wife, so he can go running back to her, a
***** (Aurora's POV continues) I'm in my dressing room, hair already styled and my nails perfectly done to my liking as opposed to the bullshit I let Francesca talk me into doing. The duo dance choreographers were on my neck today, stressing me with the new routine they came up with for us since Emelia was handling the beginners. It took us three hours to finish up with the rehearsals, and an extra hour getting my hair done for my opening act on stage. I love it, when I washed it this morning, I got the curls back but the hair dresser did a wonderful job with straightening it. It's now 11am, but with Layla gone from my apartment, Olivia at work, and Grace out of town, I'm going to be bored. I could binge watch my favourite series but I think I'm going to need more hours for that, plus it's a Saturday activity. My phone lights up on the chair beside me, I see it in the reflection of the mirror as I wear my lipstick. It's ringing but I don't grab it just yet, I first finish wea
EMELIA I'm running to and fro around the house, looking for the boys in every room of the house with Aurora on my arm, looking for my fiancé in every room of the house. It takes a whole drink before we can go outside, Aurora and I both holding a wine beer in each hand. I'm eager for Aurora to meet my husband to be, something always comes up. With him and if not, then it comes up with Aurora. I've shown Aurora my engagement photos, and she must have seen pictures on my social media but most are always with his face hidden in the crook of my neck or under a hat. We do it to avoid the press attention, considering he is very well known, and the most eligible bachelor that hasn't sunk his dick in every female he meets. Ryker hasn't seen a picture of Aurora either, except maybe one or two but I want them to meet in person. I need my best friend to meet the man who makes my stomach flutter, the man who makes me feel like I'm floating and need not be brought down to earth. And for
CAELUM’s PovMy wife is making a scene beside me, complaining about what happened earlier this afternoon when I forbid Aurora from leaving Cassian's house. I didn't want her there, I was going to see her tonight, pick her up from Fantasy Elite and drag her to my sex club. But when I pissed her off, it not only got her mad, it got Emelia mad too. That was why I ordered Aurora to stay, if I had let her walk out that gate, Emelia wouldn't have let anyone see peace for the rest of the afternoon. How the dots never connected in my head is beyond me, Emelia always talks about her best friend, Ryker has also mentioned once or twice that he was jealous of the best friend Emelia gained herself. I never would have guessed it would be her, I was aware of the name of her friend but I let it slide, it's a pretty common name. Emelia left Cassian's house with Aurora, after they spent half of the afternoon in the pool, drinking and talking about something that seems to have made them both happ