Seductress

Lucien had less time indulging her anymore. She looked like she was sharp tongued, and he definitely had a long day to be bothered about her.

Turning away from the dining, he made an attempt to head upstairs then he heard her voice.

'Really!! "Celestelle exclaimed––And Lucien immediately halted his steps, puzzled.

He turned to her slightly, raising a brow he asked "what really?" his voice came out low, so low Celestelle swore she might have misheard.

Wow––Aren't you just too much?

Three days ago––No I mean, four days ago cause it was midnight already. "She said in a voice laced with sarcasm.

I got married to a complete stranger, and so did you. But while I was stuck in this Villa like a caged bird.

You only just remembered you live here?.

You said nothing and now you are about going up the stairs huh" do you think I do not like resting or sleeping?. "This time Celestelle's frustration and boredom came out pissed.

Lucien lips curled into a smirk, his eyes held a hint of mockery in them.

"Miss Celestelle––He called slowly, shall I remind you?" Lucien asked, voice smug.

Celestelle hated the way he spoke and the way he looked, what she hated most was his facial expression because she wasn't one to be terrified with or look down upon.

But now this man––He saw her merely with a glance and she hated it. She couldn't adapt to these new changes, it was going to be hard, very hard for her who had been at the top before.

She looked at him calmly, her face betraying no emotions. "What is it that Mr Vale wants to remind me about, if I remember correctly we've never crossed part" Celestelle said with a smirk, then she added slowly. "Or have we".

Lucien's eyes still held the mockery in them, his lips curved up amusingly.

I wasn't the one who set the rules and I remembered correctly. But the one who did doesn't remember. "Isn't that awful?" he said with a low taunting laugh.

Celestelle clenched her fist out of anger, then she said through gritted teeth––"I suppose Mr Vale is mistaken, when have I ever set a rule I forgot" she said her lips curving into a taunting smile.

Lucien was already getting tired and dizzy, not wanting to be bothered with her anymore he cut to the chase.

I had given out an order for a wife and didn't mention a specific person. My assistant approached you and you agreed to the Marriage, you set a duration for the marriage and no wife or husband duties––So what else am I to do other than going to rest huh?."

Or do you plan on fulfilling your right as a wife, so I can't go upstairs "Lucien said seriously, but if one pays attention to the tune of his voice, it was deliberately spoken to annoy her" and it successfully did.

"How dare you! Celestelle growled. Wife duty my foot "she spat heading upstairs first this time. Leaving the unfinished fruit salad there at the dining.

Her steps echoing against the tiles, reflecting her frustrations and anger. A million curse's filled her head, hissing constantly until she got to her bedroom.

Meanwhile Lucien, was truly amused this time, he had said those words to provoke her. But who would have expected a lion to erupt. What a fiery temper "he thought heading for his bedroom.

Next Morning

Celestelle had less sleep due to nightmares and the new environment. She stood up from her bed and went into the bathroom to refresh herself.

An Hour later she came down, in a red see through spaghetti dress. Heels clicking on the smooth tiles, Her cleavages enough for eyes to see how smooth and flawless it was––Her hips swaying lightly, each step she took had a seductive allure. There is a slit at the left, whenever she lifts her feet's her lap comes into view.

Her hair was packed up in a messy bun showing her smooth collar bone. She had light makeup on.

Today she planned to visit her so-called family, and definitely she didn't plan to walk in that house looking like the old Celestela…..They thought she had died. Well Celestela really had died but since the body is still alive––let's see how well their fake smile could last.

Celestela had lived a decent life and had never been one to showcase beauty or wealth but––That was Celestela. Now this is Celestelle.

She had gained a foothold of fashion through Celestela's memory as she had a passion for design and fashion, and was still building through that part before her demise and that was how she had come up with this style of dressing––her make up had been with the help of a servant.

'Lucien didn't have a good sleep as a result of the alcohol and stress he had undergone. He had planned to recover for the morning and clock in at the office during noon. But what he never expected was seeing a seductress in the middle of his hangover soup.

"He sat down at the head of the dining room, drinking his soup lightly, the rich taste filled his lungs and sooth his swirling head".

Then he heard the sound of heels clicking the ground softly and majestically––Looking up slightly he saw a pair of fresh laps first accompanied with black eight inch heels, then a pair of arms holding the rails of the stairs case, and then the face he had seen last night.

Lucien almost spat his drink out of his mouth, his eyes widened. WTH!

Aggrhh!

"If you keep staring like that…" she paused, eyes gleaming in mischief. I would think you are Falling in love with me," Celestelle said, her tone teasing snapping Lucien out of his thoughts.

He looked away less bothered outwardly, but inside Lucien was uncomfortable.

Those fair skin. The straight long arm. The flawless lap. And then her face. It kept coming frequently back and forth in his head and he knew for a fact there was no recovering period for him at all that morning.

The hangover soup was to lessen the pain in his head. But she had added it hundreds of times