Chapter 28: Horny as Fuck

Chapter 28: Horny as Fuck

Celeste’s POV
I should hang up.
I swear on everything sacred, that was the only sensible decision I could make in that moment. Hang up, shove my phone under the pillow, and pretend Abraham De Montreal hadn’t just said, with that rough, damned voice of his, that I knew exactly what he would do to me if he were there.
Because I did.
Daddy, did I know.
The memory of the pool came back like a slap to the face. His mouth, his huge hands, his voice ordering me to be quiet, as if that were even possible with a man like that between my legs.
I pressed my thighs together under the sheet.
On the screen, Abraham kept staring at me. The balaclava covered his face, as always, but his eyes were dark, hungry, like he wanted to devour me whole right then and there…
And I think he really did.
I bit my lip without realizing it.
“I already told you to stop,” he growled again, his shoulders growing even tenser.
I swallowed hard.
What a hell of a man.
He was far away, in another state, inside a hotel room, and yet I could feel the heat of his body right beside me, in a very specific part of my body, as if he were under my sheet.
“You…” I started, but my voice came out way too low. “Do you… want something?”
Silence.
My God.
Why did I say that?
Why did I, Celeste Castell, art student, newly hired nanny, official survivor of terrible decisions, ask my boss something like that?
Abraham went still for a second.
Then he took a deep breath. Honestly, it was almost a groan, and it raised every tiny hair on my body.
“Repeat what you just said.”
My stomach twisted as I swallowed.
“I… asked if you wanted something.”
His camera shifted a little. I saw his broad shoulder move, his arm lowering out of frame, and then I heard it.
It was a quick, low sound, but I swear I could have heard that man unzip his pants from the other side of the Pacific Ocean.
My heart simply stopped.
No. No, no, no.
Holy shit.
I SHOULD HANG UP THIS CALL. RIGHT NOW!
Abraham didn’t say anything. He just kept looking at me, as if he were waiting for me to figure it out on my own.
And I did.
I figured it out so well my entire body caught fire.
“Mr. De Montreal, I think…” I whispered, almost voiceless.
“Stop calling me Mr.” His voice came rough. “The way you say it makes me…”
“Makes you what?”
“One step away from losing fucking control.”
His words reached me like a lit match thrown into a haystack. I should have been scared. I really should have.
But instead, I smiled.
A small smile, far too wicked for someone who, minutes earlier, had been pretending to be a professional employee.
I don’t know where I got the courage from. Maybe from sleepiness. Maybe from the fact that he was looking at me as if I were the most desirable woman in the world, in a way Patrício never had. All I know is that my hand lowered the phone a little.
The camera caught more of my nightgown, the short, thin fabric I almost never wore because I thought it was too daring. It caught my chest, the curve of my breasts pressed beneath it, the strap slipping a little down my shoulder.
I almost lifted the phone again right away, but Abraham let out a rough sound, a groan that left me completely…
Wet.
So I stopped.
“Fuck, Celeste…”
My name in his mouth like that almost made me moan.
Almost.
“You… you don’t like it?” I asked, because apparently my insecurity had absolutely no sense of timing.
His eyes lifted to mine through the screen.
“Don’t like it?” His voice came out low, almost angry. “Holy fuck, you’re beautiful as hell.”
My chest tightened.
Beautiful.
He said beautiful like it was a fact. Like he wasn’t trying to please me. Like it was obvious, and I was stupid for still not understanding it.
I felt a dumb smile trying to appear, but I held it back. Or tried to.
“I like…” I said before thinking, lowering the camera just a tiny bit, keeping my face in frame along with a little of the nightgown.
Usually, my brain told me I would never be wanted like this by anyone. And yet here I was, being stared at like a man wanted to strip me bare with his eyes…
A man like him.
“What do you like?”
My face went hot again.
“The way you look at me.”
Abraham went quiet.
His camera lowered a little, and I couldn’t see much. Just his chest covered by the black T-shirt, his tense arm, his hand moving off-screen.
The groan came low and rough, and I saw him tilt his head back very slightly, but his eyes never left me.
“What are you doing?” I asked, and the question came out far too wicked.
I knew.
I knew exactly what he was doing, but I wanted to hear it.
My God, I wanted to hear it from his mouth.
Abraham tilted his head, and I was sure he was smiling under the balaclava.
“You know.”
I gripped the sheet with my fingers.
“I want to hear it.”
The second I said it, my soul left my body and slapped me across the face.
What the fuck was I doing?
What kind of woman was I becoming? I was the nanny to his children, inside a bedroom in his house, wearing a nightgown, on a video call, practically asking my boss to say filthy things while he…
My face caught fire all at once.
“No, forget it!” I blurted, lifting the camera way too fast. “Forget I said that. I don’t know why I said it! I mean, I know, but I shouldn’t know. This is so wrong. I sound like a pervert! A reckless lunatic talking dirty to my boss, which makes it even worse. My God, if my mother knew about this, she’d show up here with a Bible, a rosary, and a flip-flop.”
“Celeste.”
“No, seriously. I need to stop! You need to stop! We need to stop! This is unethical, dangerous, humiliating, and probably going to make me lose the best job of my life. And I can’t even lose this job because I like the kids, I like the house, I like the food, I like the salary, and unfortunately I like the way you talk to me, which only makes everything worse, and…”
“Celeste.”
His voice came firmer, shutting me up immediately.
God, I hated that.
“You need to stop overthinking.”


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