The Stars Trilogy (64 page)

He hissed a laugh. “Fuck, you learn my language fast, baby. Yes, it’s gonna pierce your tight, little virgin pussy soon. Now.”

“It’s no longer a virgin, thanks to you.”

“It always feels like a virgin.”

He guided her hips so that she sank onto his hardness slowly. The moment he breached her very moist opening, she wanted to weep in relief. Oh, how she had missed this!

She closed her eyes and savored the feeling of sliding down on his length, feeling him stretch her sleek, sensitive walls again. It was unbelievably, indescribably good.

When she was impaled on him to the hilt, he kissed her lips tenderly.

“You alright, baby? Not hurting you?” he asked her gruffly.

She shook her head and squeezed him with her inner muscles. He groaned and grasped her hips tighter.

He guided her to move and she didn’t need further coaxing. She rode him.

She was so wet and he was so hard and it was a mad kind of pleasure.

She didn’t want to reach the summit. Not yet. Not yet...

She wanted it to last forever.

But he drove her to it.

Off the cliff of mindless bliss and he went with her all the way.

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The Stars Trilogy Book 3

WRITTEN IN THE STARS

WRITTEN IN THE STARS

Chapter Twenty-seven

“I’ve read your Esquire interview. No wonder you’re getting so much flak from the press lately. What on earth made you say such a thing? It wasn’t cool, Dare. The Daredevils are disappointed, too. We are all

women, you know? But I understand. You’ve been through two divorces and that has a way of warping one’s perspective in marriage. I hope you won’t give up on it though. You’re in your prime. You will find the woman who will make you truly happy one day soon. That is my fervent wish for you. Take care always. I love you.”

DARE’S ARRIVAL IN THE STATES was kept under wraps. Cruz landed the plane in a public airport that day as his private airstrip was undergoing minor repairs. He actually dreaded meeting hordes of press, paparazzi and his fans alike screaming his name at the airport but luckily, they’d left the airport without anybody interrupting them and they made it to his mansion without hassle.

“Welcome home, baby,” he told Celine just as they were on the threshold of his mansion. He’d never called it home. Until now. It felt right to call it home. At last. He had someone to come home to, every day.

She smiled up at him, a gift that he would be grateful for every single day. She gazed at the imposing modern glass doors of his house sculpted by an Italian master. “Home.”

He scooped her up in his arms.

She squealed in surprise and then sighed in delight, looping her arms around his neck.

Home sweet home, indeed. He was looking forward to days of idle relaxation with his woman. He’d cleared his calendar with Ken for a week even if it was already overflowing with schedules of appearances in dozens of magazines and TV stations. His plane crash was the biggest news in America for a week, bypassing national issues. More newsworthy was his survival from the crash  and they wanted the blow-by- blow now straight from his mouth, live on TV. He wasn’t sure he would oblige any more TV stations for interviews. Especially now that Celine was with him. He wouldn’t mind the mad circus but he had to take care of Celine and her family’s public image. He promised her folks he would.

Celine would be introduced to the world as his woman in a grand way.

Peace and quiet lasted only for a few days.

Kelsey arrived in his mansion that day with several tabloids.

Celine gasped in horror when she saw the covers. “Oh my God! Oh no!”

The headlines were quite suggestive. Nothing grand about it.

‘After plane crash, Dare comes back to America with a new mistress!’

‘Who is the mystery Asian Woman with Dare?’

‘Dare’s new girl is an Asian! Who is she?’

‘Not even divorced and Gabby is out of the picture!

Somehow, the tabs got a shot of them leaving LAX together.

It would have been an ordinary picture had he been not holding Celine’s hand. Anybody who saw them at the airport would not mistake his gestures toward her as platonic. Truth be told, he didn’t care if the whole world knew. It was bound to happen one way or another. But he would have preferred a better way to break their relationship to the public than this. The word ‘mistress’ made his stomach churn in revulsion. She wasn’t his mistress, dammit!

But she was, in the eyes of the judgmental world. He was itching to call Boyd that very minute.

Celine was obviously not prepared for this. “But we didn’t see any paparazzi at the airport! We even passed by the special exit for VIPs! How did this happen?”

He cleared his throat. “Obviously, some airport staff took a video of us.”

“But my face is not recognizable, at least. Thank God I was wearing my huge Jackie O shades!”

“Guys!” Kelsey interrupted them. “You need to come out. You’ve been caught anyway, why not just fess up?”

“What?! No!” Celine protested adamantly.

“It’s too early for that, Kels,” he agreed.

“You think they will stop talking about you after this? On the contrary, this will persist and you will find yourself in trouble in the following days, Dare. You’ll be followed by the paps wherever you go while you’re busy with your movie. And it’s not because of your new movie but for a chance to snap a pic of you with Celine. You don’t like that to happen, do you?”

Celine put her hands on her hips. “So, you’re gonna sic the hounds on me instead?”

Kelsey raised her hands in a helpless gesture. “Darling, do we have a choice?”

He sighed. “I guess we’d just let the expert handle this, baby. So, Kels, what do we do?”

Kelsey beamed at them both. “You’ll face the press. I’ll arrange a junket. Just a brief interview.”

“I have the feeling it won’t end there,” he commented.

“But...what will we say?” Celine asked.

“The truth.”

“What truth?”

“That you’re Dare’s secretary and you were on the plane together and you crashed and you both survived. The ordeal brought you closer to each other and you fell in love while finding your way out of the jungle. Isn’t that the plain truth?”

Celine nodded. “Close.”

“Then that’s what you’ll tell them! Oh, the world will fall in love with you both! I know it! It’s going to be the talk of the decade! It will kick Brangelina out of the covers for good! They have six kids already, so old news! The tabs need a new couple to go gaga about. I’m looking at them.” Kelsey beamed at them.

“Kels, I don’t think it’s a good idea…” he started.

Kelsey looked at him, one brow arched. He knew that look. Her manager was on the money-making mode. “It’s a great idea!”

Celine also looked at him, but in dismay. “But I don’t want to be in those covers! My parents will kill me!”

“You should have thought of that before you slept with him, honey,” Kelsey retorted saucily. “Surely you didn’t expect his love life to be top secret for long? He is public property and so are you now. Get used to it, my dear.”

That shut Celine up.

She dropped on the sofa beside him. “What a mess!”

He hugged her. “I’m sorry, baby. You knew this would happen, right?”

“Yes. I just didn’t know it would be this early. I gotta find my own place now. I can’t stay here with you anymore. The people will think I’m your mistress! They are thinking I’m your mistress and it is the truth! What will my cousins say? Oh my God!”

“You’re exaggerating things.”

“You’re not officially divorced yet!” she snapped at him.

He sighed. “I’ll take care of that soon. Give me a week or two.”

“No, you don’t understand! My parents are very conservative. I promised them I won’t mess up the family name! But look what’s happening! My parents will be so furious! They will make me go home!”

“Okay, okay. We’ll look for a house tomorrow.” He speared his manager with a serious look. “Hold the press off for as long as you can. No interviews with Celine until I’m officially divorced, is that clear, Kels?” His manager could be one stubborn mule when it came to managing his career. He had been on top of the game in the last decade since Kelsey started handling his career so he couldn’t fault her management style at all. But Celine was not his career. She was his personal business. She was not a celebrity and she should be kept private as much as possible.

Kelsey sighed. “I can’t promise how long I can ward them off.”

“Just do everything you can, Kels.”

“Okay, I gotta make some phone calls. See you later, children.” Kelsey left the living room.

“She is really something,” Celine mumbled as her gaze followed Kelsey until the woman disappeared from their sight.

“She knows her business, alright.”

With the economic depression descending on the US like a plague, a lot of houses were vacated in Hollywood Hills. Celine discreetly went with Dare to look for a suitable house for her to stay.

He chose the one nearest to his mansion, a newly built six-bedroom, fully furnished modern villa complete with a gym, sauna and an infinity pool. The downside was, it was too big for her and would cost him more if he rented it so he bought it for a whopping 12 million dollars. She protested the impracticality of it but he argued that proximity and accessibility were more important to him than anything else. The upside was, she was neighbors with Jennifer Aniston! How fab was that?

“Happy?” he asked her as they were both standing in the vast living room, admiring the magnificent view being offered by the tall glass panels that lined most of the entire house.

“It’s beautiful, Dare, thank you.”

“You don’t look too happy.”

She fidgeted with the hem of her blouse. “We should talk about my rent.”

He gave her a blank look. “Rent?”

“This is your house. I gotta pay rent. Since I’m gonna be vacating my Sommerset unit—”

“Wait a minute. This is your house.”