Not A Saint (ENGLISH VERSION)
CHAPTER ELEVEN: An unforgettable call

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First Person POV

I WRAPPED up and packed my things. I only carried a piece of large luggage and an overnight bag. I also took the key next to my bed. I don't care if Bellevera and I meet in this situation. All I wanted to do now is to replace a house, away from here, and away from anyone especially Bellevera.

The light was turned off so I just used a flashlight from my phone. I don't know if Bellevera has left or he's still here at our house.

When I pressed the car keys and pointed at the car, it immediately lit up and I quickly opened the door and then went in without taking any glance around the house.

I pressed the gas hard enough just to rush heading to the apartment I wanted to occupy.

I have the unit's key so I can definitely enter whenever I want. Maybe I'll just let the guards know I am coming in, so if there there is a curfew hour I can still enter.

It must have been early in the morning when I reached the front space of the tall building. I looked around, my eyes fixed on the side mirror of my car to see if anyone had followed my car. I am referring to that man's car. But I didn't replace anything, I immediately blew the horn at the gate in front of the building so they will be alarm and I could get inside where I could park the car.

The guards seemed kind enough, remembering me when I last came here. They gladly open the gate and my car could pass. Thank God! I am safe now. Compared to that mansion that I feel more unsafe.

The unit is an empty space. There is nothing inside that unit. Barely anything and I didn't know how I was going to sleep here. Tomorrow I will decide to buy some things, to feel comfortable here. Maybe I will only last one to two months here. In this kind of state, I am not sure if I can live here longer.

I am going to just endure the cold tiles. There is a comforter and I can use blankets and other thick clothes. Maybe I'll just buy basic necessities first tomorrow. I don't plan to eat here either. I mean, I used to eat alone but as of this moment, this isn't comfortable to eat. Maybe all I can do here is sleep and take a shower.

I just still need to follow up from our HR about the status of my application going back as a flight attendant. My feet started to get itchy if I cant go back to work. It is more comfortable working with airlines. I thought that time, I was more comfortable with modeling but because my manager wanted a new and fresh look, she wanted me to do daring poses. She just didn't know how hard I felt to endure posing daring.

But I have to be patient because this is the only way to live. This is the only way to continue in this kind of world.

I took out the thick comforter that was in the big bag and the piece of pillow that came out of my overnight bag. I could feel how cold the tiles from this room are after laying the comforter I just turned off the air-con.

Wishing that there are probably no CCTV's or hidden video recorders installed. Even if I undress no one will see.

There was a window facing the other side, outside of the building. I just took my long jacket and put it up there as there is a curtain hanger that I can put to block the light and if someone will look at me.

My body starting to feel heavy. I really wanted to sleep in the mansion but I couldn't because I had to leave the same day. I just texted mommy about my departure without letting her know personally. I don't want her to worry but, I can't stay there when that man is always around that he almost owns the mansion.

If he really wants to live there, then be it. Just lived there as long as he wanted, I would never stop him.

I quickly took off my blouse, along with the brassiere as well as the pants, and slide it together with my undies. I felt comfortable sleeping without anything covering my body. I also feel secure sleeping when I am alone in the room.

My phone suddenly rang when I landed well with the bed I made. I was forced to stare and reach for the phone that was just on my side.

SHOULD I change my number? The demon is starting to annoy me again.

I wouldn't have ignored it when it didn't stop ringing. That d*mn!

To my annoyance by that noise, I pulled myself up-sitting. The blanket that covered my chest fell off and my smooth and bigger b**bies bounce that feels like the same size as a watermelon. "F*ck you, Bellevera! Can you go to hell?"

The man on the other line had a crisp laugh. Doesn't he intend to give me peace of mind?

"You know why? I like you a lot because I love to mocks you, Celestine. If you're really asleep, you will not answer my call, right. But you choose to answer my call, Babe." He is right. Even if I don't want to answer his call, I'm sure he won't stop ringing my phone.

"What else do you need?" I grudgingly asked him without greeting him.

"I just wanted to check if you are fast asleep. But it looks like I made a mistake. Your spirit is wide awake. Are you cold now? Do you want to warm our dawn while talking on the phone?"

"If you're getting cold, let me have the pleasure. I'll burn down the place you're staying with including you so you will feel hot. Bastard!" I told him sounding irritable.

"Woah! Easy. I only enjoy talking to you by now. And you are getting angry that fast. You know, I can't forget the taste of your kiss. Very fascinating and inviting. I want you to enjoy it more. But you just leave me. You leave the house again." My eyes widened. What is he trying to imply? I could feel the disappointment in his voice as he let go of those words. "But it's okay, I'll persevere coaxing you, until you wake up screamingly happy in the bed with me, Celestine. I will f*ck you hard enough until you scream my name in delirious satisfaction and ecstatic desire," he kept telling me. For sure his eyes were full of I*st again.

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"If that's all you called for, stop it. I will never love you and I will never be getting seduced by you, Bellevera," I said in resignation.

"Please... call me Zeke. I love to hear from your voice how you seductively call my name. You just don't know how much my boxer is making a tent now whenever I remember how soft your body from my hand was, Celestine. No wonder why your stepfather was quickly tempted by you. Maybe any man will be obsessed with a Celestine Alcazar."

I don't know if I'll ever like how this guy speaks. It felt like he was always telling me things for a carnal intention.

"No matter how big clothes you wear, your big creamy white t*ts can't be hidden." I looked at my own bre*sts, he was right. It is a creamy white skin tone. "Your mammilla is surely to be pinkish... Did you try touching yourself, Celestine? Do you know the feeling of touching yourself from your lips going down to your seductive long neck up to your big b** bies? Have you ever tried pushing your hands between your legs?"

I don't know what kind of evil has possessed me and I'm already doing what he said. I put my phone on the loudspeaker and I can hear his voice moaning. I am wondering what he is doing right now. I don't know why I imagined what he was doing now even though I could hear pure breathing on the other line and the husky voice he made calling my name making full of tenderness.

"Do you know what I am doing now, Celestine? My member starting to lose its patience, hard enough to touch up and down. I don't think I'll be hardened like this even if I am just talking to you on the phone, right now. You are incredible and the only one who made me this way. You set my hard c **k on fire, Celestine. I want to touch you but this is enough for me to hear your voice, your every breath, and your loud growl."

I stopped what I was doing. Did I just moan? Sh*t! I didn't know I made that.

"Have you ever felt happy and enjoyed in bed, Celestine?"

I'm not talking on the other line. I haven't felt yet that sensation he's trying to tell me. Even whenever Brent touches me, I never felt that way.

"Have you ever felt happy in a pleasurable way touching yourself, Celestine?"

I keep myself silent, started to think about what he said. I'm afraid he'll replace out the truth. My hands are shaking as I am about to touch my phone. I would have turned the call off when he suddenly spoke again on the other line.

"I will not give you the benefit of the doubt right now, Celestine. I will give you the chance to do it tonight. Touch yourself, Celestine. Moan as much as you need to. You will know how beautiful you are when you feel that kind of pleasure. You are everywhere to me, Celestine. Every time I close my eyes, your face is what I see. That I always need to be na*ed when my thing started to get harden because of the image you are putting on me. I am sure you are delicious enough to make me dibble. Try to do it on yourself, Celestine. Put your middle finger inside your undies, or better to remove every clothes you have and spread your legs wider. Try to gently crawl your hands over the bulging cheeks of your hidden cave between your thighs, Celestine." His dirty mouth started to make me do dirty things on my body.

What he said, made me insane. The heat starts to creep out of my chest. He is creeping the hell out of me now. I grabbed both of my breasts and rubbed them because of a sensation starter to build inside me.