Saint
It's about 2:30 am and I'm unable to sleep, for what reason I'm not sure.
Celestia has been passed out since we finished the pizza and she hasn't moved from her spot on my chest.
I pick up my phone from the side table but instead of seeing my usual lock screen, a picture of Celestia, I see one of me and Misty.
It's clear this is my love's phone.
I'm about to set it back down when I notice a message-
Grayson: 'I had a lot of fun seeing you today, are you busy next week?'
What.The.Fuck?
I know Celestia's passcode just as she knows mine so I click on the notification and the screen opens to their chain of texts.
All of them are from before we became a couple- apart from two: Celestia cutting them off and the other from today.
Why wouldn't she tell me she saw him today?
Is she sneaking around with him behind my back?
And Grayson of all people, seriously?
From what I know they were barely friends before, why do they need to be speaking now?
I sigh and set the phone back down, run a hand over my face and stare at the ceiling until I fall asleep.
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I wake up to loud Italian music playing from the kitchen.
I blink my eyes open and sit up, the duvet pooling on my lap.
I stand up, stretch out and make my way downstairs.
"Look, I make cookies!" Celestia grins holding the plate out with a wide grin
"Cool" I nod walking over to the fridge to grab a smoothie
"Are you okay?" she furrows her eyebrows as she follows me around the kitchen
"Mhm"
She sighs and mumbles something under her breath before walking upstairs.
She comes down a little while later in a silk robe; freshly showered.
"what's wrong with you?" she stops in front of me with folded arms
"Nothing"
"oh come on Saint, you can ignore me all you want and throw a bitch fit or cheer the fuck up, tell me what's wrong and we can get over it. it's been 45 minutes and I'm already bored of your fucking attitude"
"Well?" she pushes
I roll my eyes "What did you do yesterday?"
"I woke up, went shopping, and came home"
"anything else? see anyone?"
"I ran into Grayson" she shrugs
"And you're texting now? sneaking behind my back?"
"what the fuck are you talking about?"
"I saw your texts" I cross my arms
"What texts?!"
"Oh don't give me that bullshit" I scoff and pick her phone up off the counter, put the passcode in and turn it to her, showing the messages
She chuckles
"What?" I snap
"You're a fucking idiot Saint"
"Fuck you"
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Deadly
RomanceAfter being left in a trash can as a baby Celestia was found and raised by a mafia don. She's now 21 and a famous assassin known as 'La Vipera'; she's cold, emotionless and deadly. Men and women look at her with lust, fear and respect. Saint is the...
