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Both Saint and Celeste came to the concise decision that it was finally time to sit Sanai down and tell her the truth about her father.
Ever since the media caught hold of the reveal, Celeste felt like her life was spirling from her control. Her mentions were swamped with the opinions of random humans. Her and Sanai's faces were plastered all over blogs and articles.
While they weren't speaking negatively, it was still a big change. People were highly opinionated and that's what irked Celeste. She failed to understand how people could publicly express their beliefs without proper logic.
Recently, Celeste figured since the world knew about Saint being a father, his own daughter deserved the right. Part of Celeste wasn't prepared for Sanai to the know the truth, but another portion felt fortunate that Nai was benefiting greatly.
The last few weeks Saint spent more and more time with Sanai and their relationship was evolving significantly. She was unapologetically herself around him. The way his dull eyes glowed when he was around Sanai was evidence enough of their closeness. To a stranger on the street the two appeared as if they knew each other in every lifetime.
The parents decided to tell their daughter the truth over breakfast. That was Celeste's current task at hand, she was preparing a light meal. She slowly stirred the pot of boiling grits before placing a perfectly square slice of butter in the center.
Sanai paid her mother no attention as she watched the Disney channel in the living room. They both were still in their pajamas since Celeste had no plans, but to simply relax.
She had been working extra shifts at the club and it was starting to catch up to her. The constant strict movement of her body was taking a toll mentally and physically.
Celeste not only strained her body during work, but before and after. She had to maintain her stamina and core muscles during days off. Not to forget, there was always a new trick she needed to master. Erotic dancing made money, but took control of your body as well.
As she turned the stove off three knocks were placed on the door. She already knew who it was, so she made her way to the foyer. Her bare feet collided against the cold hardwood flooring.
As the door swung in her direction, there stood Saint dressed in a black nike tech. A portion of the jacket remained unzipped where his gold chain hung. His locs were pulled into a low ponytail– this allowed Celeste the best view of his face.
His beard was freshly lined up and full. The way it enhanced his appearance was breathtaking and Celeste could hardly breathe. She knew he didn't have a skincare routine, but the way his skin was evenly toned and the perfect shade of brown. Celeste even noticed the very few freckles under his eyes. Her sight lowered to his lips as he subconsciously licked them.
She blew out a shaky breath, "Morning." Celeste said as she stepped aside. Saint entered the home for the first time, but certainly not the last.
