CAELUMAGE EIGHTEENI've been losing sleep but boy—is it worth it? Every time I close my eyes she's right there, and when I do get a little sleep, she haunts my nightmares. I never thought I'd see the day when my nightmares would be replaced with such an Angel, I don't deserve to have met her but maybe this is God showing he forgived me. If not, why else would he show me his angel? I had gone to Neon Flame for one purpose only, to get drunk and forget about the shitty fight I had with my grandfather. Not once did I anticipate encountering a beautiful girl, much less in the men's lavatory. Words can't begin to explain how I felt when I laid my eyes on her, crying her eyes out on the floor where she had fallen thanks to me. When she opened her mouth my cock twitched in my pants, it was the first time a girl's voice had that effect on me. She didn't sound like most girls I had met, her voice had a warmth to it, even as she sobbed through her words it was the most beautiful s
CAELUM I let Aurora escape me that morning, I let her believe I was asleep when she left me. I was watching her carefully, the panicked face she made when she saw me, the way she looked back at me with a furrowed expression before sneaking out of the hotel room, I saw it all. I could have stopped her there and then, but no, I knew I'd find her. Aurora isn't going to run from me, not anytime soon, particularly not now that I'm bored. With all the crap that's going on in my life presently, I need a little excitement in my life, a new toy, and Aurora is exactly that. Getting Aurora's address wasn't much of a hustle, I had someone follow her the moment she left, and they tipped me off.Being in her apartment was a bit of a shock for me, I didn't expect to see her with a child. I always did hope she had a nice life but seeing her nice apartment, the cozy decoration of the place, and her child gave rise to feelings I didn't know I had. I wondered if the person she had a baby wit
AURORA’s pov When Caelum left my apartment, I was rattled, every goddamn knock on my door had me startled, thinking it was him on the other end. Thankfully, it wasn't him, but who was to say he would not have returned? On Monday, I called in sick to work and spent the day with Layla, playing dress up and re-watching her favourite princess movies. It did me lots of good, and seeing that Caelum didn't come back, nor go looking for me at work, I was ecstatic. This morning, I cleaned my house up and took Layla to my sister Liana's apartment, where Olivia will be picking her up from, and I later on will pick her up from Olivia's apartment, which is just next door from mine.I missed the routine workout for tonight's act but it's fine, I can miss stage performance and throw myself into private rooms, or better yet, perform the sex act I should have on Monday. Today, I came an hour earlier than I usually do, which wasn't a wise decision. The girls are about to start training, the night
(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