Chapter Fifty-Eight: Under Her Spell

Chapter 58

Under Her Spell

Victor lay in bed sleeping. He asked his mother’s staff to remove all traces of Ivy from his bedroom and to redo his color themes to orange. He wore his red plaid housecoat over his red pajamas. His eyes fluttered when he felt the sun’s rays hitting his face. He snapped his eyes open and saw Celeste opening his curtains. He locked his gaze on her when he saw her large bare breasts, erect brown nipples, and her panties through her nightshirt. He hardened through the sheets. 

His eyes snapped open and he looked over at the window. His hardness sank when he saw Piper opening the curtains instead. He lifted his sheets and reddened when he saw cum through his pajama pants and on his bedsheets. 

~

Tristan, Deimos, and Celeste were downstairs at the kitchen island. Victor came down and surveyed them. Tristan wore a sage gray green three-piece suit, black pressed shirt, dark gray tie, and black wingtip Oxfords. Deimos wore a Celtic Frost tank top, torn jeans, and cowboy boots. Celeste wore a Poison crop tank top, a leather mini skirt, and black ankle strap boots. 

Tristan: “Morning, Papa. How do you feel?” 

He asked with a worried look. Victor rubbed the back of his neck. 

Victor: “Same as usual…” 

He said glumly. Celeste sipped on her energy drink. 

Celeste: “I came across one sketch Ivy did of you in the nude.”

Victor raised his eyebrows. Tristan buried his face into his hands. 

Tristan: “Celeste, please.”

He groaned through his hands. 

Celeste: “What?!”

She gawked at him. Tristan removed his face from his hands, glaring at her. 

Tristan: “Ix nay on the Ivy-nay!”

He whispered hoarsely. 

Celeste: “Wanna get tickled?!” 

She huffed. Tristan shivered. Deimos rolled his eyes. 

Celeste cleared her throat. 

Celeste: “It was the one I defaced with her stupid face. She wanted money but I am surprised she never said, ‘Break out the body tickler!’ ”

She shot her forefinger at Victor. Tristan buried his face into his hands and shook it. Deimos stared unimpressed. Victor gaped at her and looked away blushing. 

Tristan surveyed his father’s reaction and rose. 

Tristan: “Papa, we need to talk.”

He said tersely and turned to Deimos and Celeste.

Tristan: “Excuse us.”

He bowed slightly and left with Victor to go into the garage. 

Tristan led Victor to the garage and folded his arms over his chest. 

Tristan: ‘Don’t.”

He said firmly. Victor shook his head.

Victor: “What are you talking about, Tristan?”

He drew a short, gusty breath. Tristan removed his glasses to pinch the bridge of his nose and sighed. He put them back on and gazed at his father. 

Tristan: “Don’t pursue another relationship just now. Please fly solo for a bit. You need to heal.”

He said firmly but gently. Victor drew back. 

Victor: “Wh-Why would you say that?”

He stammered and fiddled with his bracelet. Tristan hooked his thumbs in his pants and sighed. 

Tristan: ‘I saw your reaction to what Celeste said.”

Victor rolled his eyes. 

Victor: “It’s NOT any different to how I would have reacted before when I had that shrew breathing down my neck!”

He said gruffly and folded his arms over, looking away. Tristan closed his eyes and counted to ten internally. Be patient with him, he reminded himself. 

Tristan: “I wouldn’t be having this conversation with you if it was.” 

He exhaled sharply. 

Tristan: “Papa, I know you’re hurt… I don’t think Celeste is someone who wants a relationship—at least not just yet.”

He began firmly. Victor drew a long breath. 

Tristan: “If you want to engage in ‘tickle therapy’ with no strings attached, maybe that would be the best solution but if you’re looking for more, can you wait? This feels like a rebound. You’re using Celeste to try to heal these wounds faster, which is unfair to you and her.”

His tone became gentler and he gave Victor a beseeching look. Victor shook his head.

Victor: “No one knows what I need but ME!”

He snapped as tears welled in his eyes. Tristan drew another long breath.

Tristan: “I do recall advising you NOT to get involved with Ivy, Papa! It wasn’t because of whatever lingering feelings I had that died when she snapped at me for missing a lunch date but because you’re in emotional pain and I know what Ivy is like.”

He replied as his voice rose. 

Tristan: “I work with her mother, Rosemary, and Ivy IS like her mother. Rosemary is a diligent and punctual worker but she irritates me outside of work, so I limit my conversations with her!” 

He added. 

Victor broke down sobbing. Tristan knit his eyebrows. Tristan hugged his father. 

Tristan: “I’m sorry, Papa. I just hate how she treated you when her beef was with me. I know I did wrong but I will not absolve her of her guilt. The way she snapped at you for that cake was uncalled for.”

He said gently. Victor bawled.

Victor: “I didn’t order that cake and even if I did, so what?!’

He sobbed. 

Victor: “She never appreciated anything I did! I would make breakfasts and she would have store-bought yogurt! She snapped at me for Celeste tickling my feet but she never tickled my feet! She snapped at me for doing stuff for you! You’re my son! Of course, I won’t stop doing for you, no matter how old you get! Nothing was good enough for her!”

He bawled through hot tears. 

Tristan: “I’m sorry, Papa…”

He whispered. 

Victor: “I did love her… and I think I stopped when she snapped at me for that cake. It was a lovely cake and Ashley and Lazaros did an excellent job.”

He sobbed. Tristan sighed and nodded. 

Tristan: “That’s right…” 

~

Tristan put his long peacoat over his suit and Celeste put on her fringe leather jacket and put her fringe leather purse over her shoulder. Deimos put his leather jacket on. 

Deimos: “I’m going to the music shop to get replacement strings for my bass guitar and Makayla and I are going to rehearse. Dinner after work?”

He asked Tristan. 

Celeste: “Yup!”

She raised her hands.

Deimos: “I didn’t ask you…”

He grumbled. Tristan chuckled. 

Tristan: “I’d love that.”

Tristan and Deimos kissed. 

Tristan: “See you after work. I love you.”

He said softly. 

Deimos: “I love you, too.”

They kissed again and he left. 

Celeste opened the car door for Tristan. He smiled and nodded, thanking her silently. She got into the passenger seat and sat down. 

Celeste: “Drive me to Pink Flamingo Mall.”

She looked at him with dewy eyes. 

Celeste: “Please?”

Tristan laughed a bit. 

Tristan: “Not driving yourself?”

He slid his key into the ignition and looked behind his shoulder as he reversed out of the garage. He shifted into the first gear and drove down his driveway and onto the road. 

Celeste: “I don’t have much trunk space, and want to shop. I need some new bras and panties…”

She looked out the window and at him.

Celeste: “And tickling tools for yours, Vic’s, and Fabien’s feetsies!”

She said with a big sharp tooth grin. Tristan laughed a bit. 

Celeste: “And we don’t have to worry about a witch flying around on her broom!”

She wagged her head, and Tristan groaned. He withdrew his gold cigarette case and took out a cigarette. As he lit it, Celeste held the wheel for him. He offered her a cigarette, and she shook her head. She stared out the window as he drove. 

Celeste: “What did you ever see in her, Tristan?”

She finally asked. Tristan exhaled a drag of smoke. 

Tristan: “An escape.”

Celeste: “An escape from what? Being sane and happy?”

She asked dryly. Tristan laughed. 

Tristan: “No… Though, that is a good answer… An escape from what I feel for Deimos. I didn’t know if I loved him and didn’t want to face it in case I hurt him—again.”

Celeste raised an eyebrow.

Celeste: “Again?”

Tristan pursed his lips and nodded. 

Tristan: “When I left to attend law school, I hurt him and he dated Ivy.”

Celeste nodded. 

Celeste: “You hurt him so much, he dated Ivy. Some people cut themselves and you and Deimos dated or crushed on Ivy.”

She said flatly. Tristan burst out laughing. He found her analogy humorous. She turned to him and smiled. 

Tristan arrived at the Pink Flamingo Mall and parked his car in the lot. Celeste got out and ran around to open the door for him. 

Celeste: “I just wanted to be dropped off.”

She chuckled. 

Tristan: “There’s a fruit smoothie stand I want to try.”

Celeste grabbed his hands. 

Celeste: “Let me buy you one.”

Tristan: “Are you sure?”

She smiled and nodded. She led him into the mall. 

She pointed to the photo booth. 

Celeste: “Let’s get some pictures taken.”

Tristan: “All right.”

She brushed the curtain aside and led him in. She slid the coins in and she and Tristan smiled for the first photo. 

When they got out, Tristan straightened his tie. They looked at the strip of photos they took. The first was Tristan and Celeste smiling. The second one was her tickling his tummy and he was laughing. The third was her winking and Tristan laughing. The last was her stroking Tristan’s tie and he was smiling. 

Tristan: “These are cute. Thank you!”

He said earnestly. 

She put them in her purse and they went to the fruit smoothie stand called “Peg’s Fruitique.” Tristan looked at the menu and grimaced at the coffee-flavored drinks.

Tristan: “Coffee kick? Ugh, hard pass.”

He groused. He saw a smoothie for strawberries and shook his head. He gawked at an item called a “Salad Smoothie.” 

Tristan: “Look!”

He pointed to the salad smoothie. Celeste read it. 

Celeste: “Spinach, soy milk, celery and mint?”

She scrunched her nose. 

Tristan: “Doesn’t that sound disgusting?”

He laughed. 

Celeste: “Ugh, yeah.”

She pointed to the PB choco shake. 

Celeste: “Peanut butter, chocolate, and honey! Sounds delicious!”

He smiled tightly and nodded. 

Tristan: “I’ll get the mango blast. It’s mangos, bananas, honey, and milk.”

He nodded. She went up and ordered it for Tristan. 

She handed the drink to him. 

Tristan: “Thanks, Celeste! I enjoyed our small outing.”

He said sincerely.

Celeste: “Me too!”

She wrapped her arms around him, and Tristan hugged her back. Then, standing on her tippy toes, she kissed his cheek, leaving a lip print. He chuckled and left. 

A riled Robin watched from a distance, glaring at them, burning with hot fury. Robin wore a black long-sleeved skin-tight dress with a square neckline, black gloves, black heel sandals, a string of pearls around her neck, and a black derby hat. She carried a velvet purse over her shoulder and wore cat-eye sunglasses. Gabriel and Oscar were behind her. 

Robin: “That little BITCH! How dare she get her grubby mitts on MY Tristan! Mon homme chat!”

She clenched her fists into tight balls.

Gabriel: “Still goin’ through wit’ the plan, mistress?”

Robin: “Oh, HELL YES!”

She growled through clenched teeth. 

Oscar pointed to something.

Robin: “What is it, Oscar? I don’t have time for your nonsense!”

She hissed. Oscar glowered at her and she looked at Jaxon entering the mall. He wore a black sports jacket, a red button-up shirt that had a snakeskin pattern with a few buttons undone, black pants, and black cowboy boots. Robin lowered her shades and her lips twisted with disgust.

Robin: “Percy’s latest little lemming. Perfect timing.”

She smirked and strolled away. Thanks for the apology, Oscar thought bitterly.

~

Celeste was in Cathy’s Closet looking at the lace bras and panties. She grimaced that the prettiest bras didn’t come in her size.  All of these are in As, Bs, and Cs, she thought bitterly. None in DD cups, she thought and groaned. She heard the clicking of heels on the linoleum floor. Maybe I can ask the sales lady for help? She wondered. I hate asking for help, she thought. 

She turned around. Robin grabbed her, removed her shades and her scleras turned black as she locked her gaze on Celeste. Celeste went into a daze.

~

Jaxon was in a trendy upscale store called, “The Plum Boutique”, which sold high-end clothes. Robin sauntered in and cleared her throat to get his attention.

Robin: “Bonjour, monsieur.”

She sang. Jaxon turned around on his heel and smirked at the sight of her.

Jaxon: “Well, well. Hello, beautiful. Want my autograph… or my number.”

He purred at her.

Robin: “Non, tu me dégoûtes vraiment.”

She waved her hand at him and her lips twisted with disgust. She then stood in a regal posture. Jaxon looked bewildered.

Jaxon: “Huh? I don't speak French, lady.”

He waved his hand.

Robin: “Sorry. I do know a young… lady…”

She said and gritted her teeth. Jaxon’s eyebrows rose.

Jaxon: “Oh, really now? Is she hot?”

He grinned. Robin’s eyebrow twitched. 

Robin: “Would love nothing MORE than for your company. She’s just really shy and asked me if I could help!”

She said loftily. 

Jaxon: “Hehe, I can help with that.”

He grinned. 

Robin pointed him to Cathy’s Closet across from where they were. 

Robin: “She has long green hair and is struggling to find a bra in her size. Then she told me of her dilemma.”

She smirked at him. Jaxon grinned and swung his eyes over to Celeste. His eyes lit up with beaming desire.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, well, I'll be damned! The green-haired cat lady, huh? She's sooooo sexy!”

He purred.

Robin: “Go get her and make her happy.”

She smirked. I will make her pay for touching Tristan and Percy more so when his little lemming is under fire, she thought with a slasher smile. 

Jaxon: “You don't have to tell me that!”

He scurried off over to her. 

He tapped Celeste on the shoulder.

Jaxon: “So… a little birdie told me you have a crush on me… no need to be shy…”

He purred. Celeste turned to him in a daze. She nodded. 

Celeste: “Yeah, I do.”

She said robotically. Jaxon beamed.

Jaxon: “I know you do.”

He nodded.

Jaxon: “So, you need help with a new bra, huh?”

He teased, staring down at her breasts. She nodded mutely. 

Celeste: “They don’t have my size… It’s 34DD.”

She said flatly. 

Jaxon: “Aww, that's too bad. You could… go without a bra. You don't need one.”

He snickered. She walked up to him, tripped, and fell into him pressing her large breasts on his chest. She grabbed his hand and put it on her ass. Jaxon’s eyes widened and he felt his pants tighten.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, you're NOT shy, are you? Hehe, why don't we take this to my condo?”

He purred. Celeste looked up at him in a daze. 

Celeste: “Do you like the feel of my tight ass?”

She asked robotically. 

Jaxon: “Oh yes, I do!”

He purred and nodded eagerly, groping her ass. 

Celeste: “I wish… I didn’t wear panties under my skirt.”

She said flatly. Jaxon’s eyes widened.

Jaxon: “Ohhhhh, wanna go commando, huh?”

He teased.

Celeste: “Yeah, let’s go to your condo.”

Jaxon: “My kinda girl!”

Jaxon put his arm around her and led her out with him.

~

Tristan was in his office going over some files. His phone rang. He looked and saw it was his house. It’s probably Papa crying about Ivy, he thought. He picked up the phone. 

Tristan: “Hello?”

Piper: “Young Master Tristan! You have to come home now! Something happened to Frankie!”

Tristan: “Piper?! What happened to him?!”

He asked with panic in his tone. 

Piper: “Come home, Tristan!”

She said and hung up. Tristan cupped his mouth and his heart hammered in his chest. He rose from his desk and grabbed his coat. He ran downstairs and went to Rosemary’s desk. 

Tristan: “Rosemary, I have to go home. It’s an emergency.”

He said tersely and left the office. 

~

Tristan arrived home and parked his car in the garage. He swiftly got out of the car and rushed to the mudroom door. Before he could open the door, he was hit in the back of the head with the butt of a gun. Tristan collapsed to the floor. Darrel stood over him and smirked. 

Darrel: “Ah, the wonders of a voice changer.”

He giggled and picked him up. 

~

Deimos walked up to a dingy bar in Glocek Town. I wonder if we could perform here, he thought. A beat-up Chevrolet Citation pulled up beside him. Two masked men got out and charged after him. 

Deimos: “What do you two want?! Why did Robin send you?!”

He barked at Gabriel and Oscar. 

Gabriel: “Aw, shucks! He knows who we are! Guess we’ll have to kill ‘im!”

He pistol-whipped Deimos across the face, sending him crashing onto the road. Deimos coughed up blood and a purple glow emitted from his body as he healed himself. Gabriel aimed his gun at Deimos. Deimos rose and wrestled with Gabriel for the gun. Oscar stood and stared, not knowing what to do. 

Deimos delivered a right hook to Gabriel followed by a left hook. Gabriel’s face planted to the ground and laughed at Deimos with blood oozing from his mouth and nose. 

Gabriel: “Pretty dang tough, ain’t ya?”

Oscar: “Y-Yes…”

He said with stars in his eyes. Deimos kicked him hard in the face again. 

Gabriel’s fury soared. He grabbed a Beretta 3032 Tomcat from his boot and shot Deimos in the stomach. Deimos’ eyes widened as the pain seared through his stomach. He clutched his bleeding stomach and knelt on the ground. Gabriel kicked him hard in the face. His glasses flew off and broke upon impact hitting the ground.

Deimos gnashed his teeth and clutched his stomach. A purple glow emitted from his hands as he healed himself. He found it hard to concentrate. Sweat popped on his forehead. He had to do this for Tristan. He couldn’t lose his life to these thugs. 

As the pain exited from his body and his wounds sealed up, Gabriel wrapped a blanket around him and sealed it with duct tape. 

Deimos: “WHAT THE FUCK?! WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU MOTHERFUCKER?!”

He bellowed. Gabriel punched him across the face. 

Gabriel: “Sendin’ ya to your watery grave!”

He said tersely and hoisted him over his shoulder. Deimos thrashed around. 

Deimos: “WHAT?! NO! NOOOO!! SOMEONE HELP!”

He barked. 

Gabriel: “No one lives here… It was a trap set by the mistress! She’s gonna get lucky with that lawyer.”

Deimos felt his fury rise. He kicked Gabriel hard in the chest and roared. Gabriel winced in pain trying not to let him go. 

Deimos: “STAY AWAY FROM TRISTAN! YOU FUCKERS! I WILL SHRED ALL OF YOU!”

He bellowed at the top of his lungs. 

Gabriel: “Heal this, then!”

He threw Deimos into the river and smiled down at him as he floated away and started to sink. 

Deimos: “No…NO!! NOOOO! TRISTAN! I HAVE TO HELP HIM!”

He bellowed as the panic and fear accelerated in him, and more so when he started to go underwater. 

Oscar gazed at Gabriel whose face was covered with bruises, blood, a broken nose, and two black eyes. No one ever beat Gabriel up this badly. Oscar looked at the bubbling on the surface of the water with sorrow. 

~

Jaxon had Celeste in his bedroom. She had her jacket, boots, and socks removed. Her hair was untied. She kneeled on his bed in a daze. Jaxon was totally nude. He marveled at the sight of her and tugged at her top.

Jaxon: “Ohhh, you're so hot! Mind if I take this off?”

He purred. She shook her head. 

Celeste: “Not at all.” 

Jaxon ran his fingertips across her hips, slowly lifting off her top to reveal her curvy figure and large breasts in a black lace bra. Jaxon darted his gaze down to her breasts.

Jaxon: “VERY nice!”

He purred.

Jaxon: “If you want me to stop at any point, just say the safe word: Maxxy Malone.”

He said to her. She nodded. Jaxon wrapped his arms around her and unclipped her bra. It fell to the ground, revealing her large breasts and brown nipples. Celeste’s breathing hitched. Jaxon grinned at her, grabbing her breasts from behind her. Celeste moaned a bit. Jaxon unzipped her skirt and slid it off showing her lace black panties. 

Jaxon: “Mmm, so sexy.”

He purred, running his fingertips from her breasts down to her panties. He slid her panties off and tossed them on the floor. She moaned and swallowed. Jaxon lightly kissed her neck as he squeezed her breasts. He then kissed her, tasting her hot girl breath. Celeste’s breathing hitched and she moved her head back as she flushed. Jaxon smirked and took this as a sign to continue.

Jaxon kissed her neck again. He cupped her breast, teasing her erect nipple by running his forefinger over it, and lightly tickling her neck.

He rubbed her nipple between his forefinger and thumb. He laid her down, cupping her breast and kissing the brown tips. He trailed his hand up to hers and intertwined his fingers with hers. Jaxon paused and pouted.

Jaxon: “Come on, baby, give me a compliment or a moan or something!”

The door busted open. A short chunky person standing at roughly four feet dressed in a black jacket, black ski mask, pants, and boots rushed in. He lept up and landed on Jaxon who slammed into Celeste. Celeste yelped and her eyes snapped open. 

Jaxon: “OWWH! What the hell?!”

He rubbed his head, looking up at the short man. The man put his fists up. 

Man: “Get off her right now, chavo!”

Jaxon: “Who the hell are you and what are you doing here?!”

He put his hands up. Celeste looked around and blinked. She shrieked and put the sheets up to cover herself. 

Man: “I’m not having a punk like you take advantage of her, puto!”

He pulled his mask off showing an old Latino man with gray-green hair swept to the side. He had two prominent fangs in his mouth.  

Jaxon: “What? She said she wanted this and I told her to say the safe word if she wanted me to stop!”

He fired back. 

Celeste shook her head and blinked. She gazed at the old man and it dawned on her. 

Celeste: “Grandpa?! What are you doing here?! GET OUT!”

She threw a pillow at him. 

Jaxon: “...GRANDPA?! That ol’ kook is your grandpa?!”

He shrieked. She nodded. 

Celeste: “Yes, he’s my grandpa! What are you doing here?!”

She asked him again harshly. 

The old man lunged at Jaxon. 

Man: “STAY AWAY FROM MY GRANDDAUGHTER!”

He bellowed and started punching him. Jaxon fell to the ground.

Jaxon: “Oh, fuck, not again! I don’t need this shit!”

He winced, rubbing where he punched him. 

Jaxon: “Yo, Celeste, call your guard Grandpa the fuck off me!”

He hollered to her, gathering his clothes. 

The old man lunged at Jaxon again. Noah ran in.

Noah: “JAXON!”

He delivered a karate chop to the old man’s neck, knocking the wind out of him, and another blow to his stomach with his knee. The old man fell to the floor and passed out. Celeste sighed and observed the butler’s moves. He’s trained in hand-to-hand combat, she thought. She had many thoughts going through her head. Her grandfather shows up, and she’s in Jaxon’s condo naked. Jaxon’s jaw dropped at Noah.

Jaxon: “Holy shit, nice moves, Noah, man!”

He grinned at him. Noah bowed and dragged the old man out. 

Celeste rubbed her head. 

Celeste: “Why am I here and naked in your room?”

She asked him. Jaxon gaped at her.

Jaxon: “...What? What do you mean why are you naked?!”

He then froze as something dawned on him.

Jaxon: “Oh, no, no, don’t tell me you’re on drugs?! Nope! I don’t fuck people on stuff!”

He waved his hands around. She shook her head.

Celeste: “Nope, I think that bitch hypnotized me.”

She said tersely and clenched the bedsheets, vaguely recalling seeing Robin before everything went black. Jaxon gaped at her.

Jaxon: “The fuck do you mean hypnotized? What bitch?!”

He asked. Celeste hugged her legs. 

Celeste: “I was in Cathy’s Closet looking for some bras and panties and couldn’t find any bras in my size. I turned around and saw a flash of Robin and everything went black. Here I am.”

She explained and sighed. 

Jaxon: “...What?! So… you mean this whole time… you weren’t down to fuck me?!”

His heart sank. 

Celeste: “I don’t remember anything.”

She said evenly. Jaxon groaned and hugged his legs. 

Celeste: “I’m not angry with you, don’t worry.” 

She waved her hand at him. 

Jaxon: “This is some fucked up shit, man.”

He shook his head and shuddered at the horrifying thought.

Jaxon: “So… are you clear of mind now?”

He asked. 

Celeste: “Yeah, I am!”

She nodded. 

Jaxon: “So… would you like to have some fun with me then?”

He stroked the bed. Celeste gaped at him and laughed a bit. 

Celeste: “Do you really like me, Jackie-boy?”

Jaxon: “I’m not in love with you. Don’t get the wrong idea. I just think you’re hot and would love to fuck… if you’re down with that.”

He purred and grinned at her. Celeste smirked and pretended to cry. 

Celeste: “I was looking for a knight in shining armor. You broke my heart.”

She covered her face and lowered her hands to smirk at him. Jaxon’s hardened cock flopped down with his frown. She giggled at him. 

Celeste: “I’m fucking with you, Jackie-boy. I am not Vanessa.”

Jaxon’s demeanor shifted again.

Jaxon: “Ohhh! Thank fuck!”

He laughed.

She rose and dropped the bedsheets. She turned to face him. 

Celeste: “To answer your question… I guess you’ll have to wait and see.”

Jaxon’s eyebrows rose.

Jaxon: “Ohh, you tease.”

He purred. She slipped her panties on and clipped her bra, putting her breasts in and the straps over her shoulders. 

Jaxon: “Well, you know where to find me!”

He spread his arms out, gesturing to the pad. 

Celeste: “Yes, the top of the Pink Worldcenter!”

She smiled at him and put her tank top and skirt back on. 

She tied her hair back and paused. 

Celeste: “Jaxon? I have a question for you now.”

Jaxon: “Shoot.”

She sauntered to the bed and sat on it inches from his face. 

Celeste: “Why are you crazier for me than Vanessa?”

Jaxon laughed.

Jaxon: “Because you’re waaaay hotter than her and you got that rocker chick thing going on!!”

Celeste smiled at him. 

Celeste: “I know!”

She grabbed his shoulder and moved him aside. She fished in her purse to spray her perfume on his pillow, which had a berry, honeysuckle, amber, jasmine, and vanilla scent. Jaxon chuckled and sniffed his pillow.

Jaxon: “I know what I’M dreaming about tonight!”

He beamed, climbing into bed. Celeste got close to his ear. 

Celeste: “When I come back, you better tell me about those dreams.”

She whispered. Jaxon shivered and winked.

Jaxon: “You better come back!”

She went to his mirror and kissed it, leaving a lip print, and left his bedroom. 

Celeste stepped out of the bedroom and put her socks and boots back on. Noah approached her. 

Noah: “Your grandfather has been kicked out, Ma’am.”

He said coolly. 

Celeste: “Thanks and sorry about that.”

She drew a breath and rose to leave his condo. 

~

Celeste went out to her grandfather who was holding an ice pack to his head. He raised his head to her and sobbed. He was Celeste’s grandfather, Alfonso García. 

Alfonso: “I couldn’t allow that puto to take advantage of you, niña! I know he had ONE thing on his mind!”

He held up his forefinger. Celeste groaned and rolled her eyes. Well, he did snap me out of that hypnotizing curse, she thought. 

Celeste: “You only come around when you’re in trouble. Why are you here?”

She asked irritably. 

Alfonso: “I am not in trouble! I was saving my granddaughter FROM trouble!”

He insisted. Celeste stared at him unimpressed. 

Alfonso covered his hands with his face. 

Alfonso: “I fucked up. The Flores Mafia wants my head. I borrowed money to go on The Pleasure for You cruise and the ‘Fuck Miss Big Titties’ package, too! I can’t pay them back!”

He bawled. Celeste rolled her eyes. Same ol’, same ol’, she thought. Why is this my problem? She huffed and thought of Robin hypnotizing her. Then it dawned on her. Oh fuck, she thought and started running. 

Alfonso: “Hey, when you come back, can you get me a bottle of tequila or a hot guy or lady?!”

He hollered to her. 

~

Tristan’s eyes fluttered. His head was throbbing with pain. His eyes hurt and ached all over. 

Tristan: “F-Frankie…?”

He moaned. He felt something soft on his chest. It was on his bare skin. He snapped his eyes open and looked down in horror when he saw he was tied to Robin’s bed in nothing but his light blue briefs. Ashlee was curled up on his chest as a cat loaf. He felt something on his neck. His blood ran cold. He had a power-suppressing collar on. 

The door swung open and Tristan slowly turned his head in the direction of the door. Robin entered, wearing a black sheer lace robe over black sheer lingerie. Tristan froze turgid with fear and swallowed hard. Robin pinned him with a half-lidded stare. 

Robin: “Coucou, mon homme chat.”

She purred.