Till Death Do Us Part

ELEVEN

Celeste was currently on her way to an orientation of sorts after she had met her new interns. Now that she was back in the capital she wanted to continue her work in human and women's rights. She had met with a few college freshmen who would be her new interns. She made her way to the stairs that led downstairs to the many conference rooms.

Celeste stumbled back, her eyes wide with shock as she collided with Harry. She quickly regained her composure, putting on a fake smile.

"Oh, Harry," she said, trying to sound cheery. "Just the person I wanted to see before my meeting."

Harry smirked, his eyes twinkling mischievously. "Well, Celeste, I do have a knack for being in the right place at the right time. It's like a sixth sense. Aren't you going to be getting your new maidens?" He asks as he steps on a stair joined by two guards. He looks at the two men and they nod in understanding before stepping back.

Celeste crossed her arms, annoyance evident on her face. "More like a sixth sense for causing trouble. But yes, I'm on my way to observe the briefing for my new interns."

Harry nodded, his gaze lingering a little too long on Celeste. "Ah, the intern-maiden assembly. Exciting stuff. You're quite the trailblazer, you know. Well, you did go to the best University. Not many women pursue serious careers like you do. Most stick to fashion and gossip, like my dear mother."

Celeste bit her lip, feeling the awkwardness creep up. She always did that when she felt uncomfortable. "Well, Harry, I believe in making a difference, not just talking about the latest fashion trends. And let's not forget, you're only saying I went to the best university because it's the one your family built."

Harry chuckled, his charm oozing from every pore. "Touché, my dear. But can we walk together? I promise not to be too much of a distraction."

Celeste hesitated, about to decline, but Harry's hand extended towards her chest, brushing away a few stray lint from her dress. She let out an exasperated sigh.

"Harry..."

 He stepped closer, leaning in to whisper in her ear. "Celeste..."

Harry knew she didn't love him back, not the way he wanted her to, but he couldn't resist. He leaned in a little closer, their foreheads touching. Dear God, he couldn't fight against the thoughts that were going through him. Her very smell was flooding his senses.

Celeste knew Harry still had feelings for her, even though she didn't reciprocate them. But there was something about his proximity that made her heart race. His forehead touched hers, and the tantalizing scent overwhelmed her senses. That scent was still there.

"You're brother-"

"-Is fucking someone else," Celeste frowned not wanting to hear it.

"It doesn't matter. I know he loves me still I-"

Before she could protest further, Harry's hand found its way to her hip, pulling her closer. Celeste gasped, her body trembling with a mixture of nerves and desire. His lips brushed against her neck in feather-light kisses, barely audible whispers of affection.

Celeste's mind screamed at her to push him away, but her body betrayed her as his lips inched closer to hers. It was a delicate dance, a butterfly of a kiss.

Her eyes met his, and the intensity in his gaze sent shivers down her spine. Lust and desire swirled in the depths of his eyes, leaving her breathless.

"Harry this is wr-"

But before she could form a coherent sentence, he yanked her closer, their lips crashing together in a hungry kiss.

Their mouths moved in sync, warmth spreading through her body. Celeste couldn't help but moan softly as she succumbed to the moment. The scent blanketing her.