Chapter 8

“I’m sure you’re acquainted with the feeling, that feeling of coming second or rather coming close to nothing at all. How was your heat last night? At least someone as weak as you could endure it.”

“I’m not in the mood Celia, leave me alone.”

Celia laughed, patting her sister’s shoulder. “Why? Is it because Zillon didn’t f*ck you last night? Or Is it because he was with me? I’m sure it had hurt like a b*tch. You poor thing, I pity you…why don’t you just give up, he doesn’t want you, he never wil—”

Celeste pivoted on her feet when tears blurred her eyes. She wouldn’t let Celia see her like this, not when she’s vulnerable, not when she’s weak. “I don’t care about what you have to say, I won’t give up…and I hope you’ve finally learned to cook. I was surprised when he told me you cooked better than I do, little does he know that it’s my food that you’ve been bringing him.”

And with that, she walked out of the room, ignoring her sisters call. She headed in the dir