Time To Rattle The Living

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.

He stood up abruptly, finding his way upstairs. But then a pair of hands grabbed his.

It was fair and flawless, the nails were neither too short nor long and it was painted in perfection. That single hold sent a jolt through his body.

He had less interaction with women, and the few he had was just to satisfy his urge, no emotions, no passion, just a part to release.

"He had also met women who dressed to seduce".

"But this one wasn't even trying. And that made it worst".

But just with her hand on his palm he felt himself twitch. Immediately Celestelle held his palm he withdrew his hand underneath as if electrocuted.

"Celestelle smirked, her eyes held a hint of malice."

"Do you think I'm a filth, huh? Is that why you let go so suddenly?" Celestelle narrowed her eyes––Well you are nothing less than a dunk. And that definitely struck a nerve.

The servants around were so shocked they could barely move. This was their boss who had no time to engage with them and had even lesser time around, he was feared. He was so cold that it intimidated many.

He hated anyone close to him as he had a cleanliness obsession, no one was allowed to touch him or step on his name or insult him either.

Not only had this madam touched him, she had also insulted him.

They had all held their breath waiting for his reprimand or his harsh words, some exchanges glance, fear that his anger could be directed at them soon.

But nothing came for over a sec and when it did, it was the voice of their madam and she added to it by insulting him.

Everyone had one thought in their heads, they were done for.

Lucien was really pissed this time, yesterday he had thought she had a sharp tongue but today he felt it was full of curses.

When she was being sarcastic and mocking, he hadn't thought much about it and didn't feel much emotions, mostly because he was drunk and tired.

But today with his slightly cleared head, Lucien felt his pride had been shattered worst so, in the presence of his workers and he felt like teaching her a lesson. One she would never forget, but then the unexpected happened.

"Huh are you pissed? Do you feel like you have been disrespected? Do you think your pride and grace had crumbled? "Celestelle asked with a smirk, poking his chest and nodding her head slightly with each word she said".

"Lucien looked at the woman poking him hard in the chest with her sharp finger, he hissed slightly. This time Lucien felt a real headache.

He cursed Zachary a hundred times in his mind. For some reason he felt powerless towards her.

How could a morning meant for recovery turn into a total chaos. Not only had the reason for his recovery been successful it had added more.

Celestelle raised her fingers wanting to poke him again and her hand stopped midway.

Lucien held her palm then asked. "What is your problem? Did you wake up taking tobacco? "He asked seriously.

Celestelle who felt a serious ache in her chest from his earlier attempt of pulling away from her grip was now very angry this time.

Tobacco….you mean I take tobacco? You mean I woke up with it".

"Hey! see for yourself, look at my fingers––see any black or green spot?. Look at my lips?. Do they look like they have touched tobacco ?. "Celestelle asked, her face full of reproach and excitement".

Then look at yours "isn't it funny you are blacklisting an innocent like me". Lucien felt his blood boil. Even the servants couldn't be more shocked.

"Lucien massaged his temples with his fingers slightly" without another word he left the dining table. He was done putting up with her already and didn't want to waste more time.

Celestelle was pissed that he had ignored her like that. But then she knew when to put a stop or keep going. She had come down to ask a question not to banter. "Exhale, inhale" Celestelle repeated it twice before she could calm her exciting nerves.

"How wide is your power and influence?" Celestelle asked.

"Lucien stopped in his tracks, and without turning back he said. "I don't always boast about what I have or don't have––You can inquire through Zachary". Lucien's voice was Cold now.

Celestelle shivered slightly then huffed. "Is it enough to dig out what is deeper?" this time Lucien squinted his eyes but didn't say anything, after some seconds he said slowly".

"The power and wealth you crave for wasn't originated through me––It best you meet who had come through this terms with you. The only thing that came from my mouth was getting a wife.

That being said, anything concerning a wife and a husband can be through me. Other than that, meet who had said the rest "Lucien said with a smirk, his back still to her". When he was done he went upstairs leaving the fuming Celestelle.

Celestelle clenched her fist, it looked like she had waited for three days over nothing, he wasn't even the solution. "Gritting her teeth she cursed under her breath". "Asshole".

With steady steps she left the dining and headed for the front door, she got into a white Limousine.

"Where to ma'am?" The driver asked.

Celestelle took time thinking before giving her response.

She had been contemplating where she should visit first…White Group or White family house.

"Celestelle thought for a while torn between who to give a surprise first. If her stepfather saw her, he would be surprised and act slightly doting for a few minutes. If her stepfather's mistress does, it would look like she has witnessed a horror film. And if her step sister sees her, she would put on a smiling face and act like a sweet sister. Whose expression does she even want to see more?" definitely her stepsister's.

She was a gift and good gifts naturally came with surprises, so she needed to surprise each of them. One by One!.

She tilted her chin slightly with a wicked grin.

Time to rattle the living.

Then she uttered slowly "White Group".