Seducing The Billionaire Boss

All part of the naughty plan

Celine closed the front door smirking. Pfft. Her aunt was okay. It was all part of her naughty plan. Mischievous, yes. But after that, there was no freaking way Damien would not try to come for her.

"Too bad. Damien does not need to get my details from the email I sent anymore, that back there was a better proposal." She muttered, trying to suppress a laugh threatening to expose her gimmick.

She ran off the front porch and a little farther away from his house with her hands tightly pressed to her mouth.

She took down her hands and laughed out when she was a safe distance from his home.

"That was so callous!" She exclaimed, still laughing. She was bending over and clenching her stomach, trying to control her laughter.

"I must have left the poor guy with a hard-on!"

Gosh, He fell for it. The look of frustration and need on his face was what Celine savoured more.

Instead of sending her aunt a quick text that she would not be back home tonight, she set her phone alarm for the next 1 hour, using her ringtone as the alarm sound. Whenever it sounded out, that would be her cue, and she would try to leave. It was a thought that suddenly came to her.

Leave him wanting more of her.

How accurate the timing was. It rang just when Damien looked like he was about to c*m. That was the most wicked thing she has done all her life, and it would not be the last.

Wait until she finds out who murdered her parents. She would get her needed closure, her revenge.

She needed money, and Damien had it. She would go to any length, no matter how low, to get it.

Seducing him and leaving him completely unsatisfied was just the beginning. After that act back there, he had to want and desire her.

Celine flagged down a cab and got into the back seat.

"Hey pretty, where are you going?"

"6th Avenue."

"No problem."

"Yeah," she said, leaning her head on the window. She was damn tired. What she craved right now was her bed. She closed her eyes and recapped what she had just done. A little part of her felt pity for Damien. She was in so much need, so she could imagine how it was for him. But more than pity, she felt satisfaction. Satisfaction knowing that she has taken the first step of her plan.

The puttering of the car engine snapped her out of her thoughts. The cab came to a slow stop. Thankfully, her house was not too far from the mansion Damien called a home. It took them just 20 minutes to get to 6th Avenue. She paid the driver and alighted the vehicle.

Standing in front of her house, she took some time to access it. It was nothing close to his house, both in size and beauty. His apartment screamed money.

It was the kind of money she needed.

It was huge and magnificent. Hers, on the other hand, was small and simple. But for her, it was not a house. No, it was home, her home. They were not rich, but they were not poor either. Her aunt is a teacher in a college, and the money she made was just enough to provide for both of them. She made her income as a daycare teacher, but her aunt would not let her contribute to the expenses around the house.

She says she is old and might leave at any time, so she would not want her stranded with no savings. It makes her sick each time she talks about passing away. Celine appreciates her aunt taking care of her, but she should not always remind her of her old age and did not have much time left. She was going to live longer. She deserves to live longer.

Taking in a deep breath, she walked up to the front porch, took her key from her back pocket and opened the door. She stepped into the house and closed the door, trying to be as quiet as possible just in case her aunt was sleeping.

"Celine, is that you?" Aunt Elizabeth came from her room. She wondered why she was still up.

"Yes, aunt." She replied, heading for her aunt's room. Her door was wide open, so she just walked in. She met her aunt sitting at her desk, going through some papers.

"Hey, aunt, you're still up." She sat down on the bed, then laid down flat on her back.

"Yeah, trying to finish marking these test scripts, that's not what is keeping me up."

"Yeah, obviously, it's Friday, and you could mark those tomorrow, shouldn't keep you up. So what's keeping you up?"

Her aunt turned the chair to face her. "You. I was waiting for you to return, I kept my door open, so I'll hear when you get in."

"Aww, were you worried about me? I'm fine."

"I know you are. I wanted to discuss something with you."

"Is everything okay?" Celine asked, a slight frown appearing on her face.

"It's about you, pursuing after Damien." her aunt muttered.

Laughing, Celine stood up to a sitting position. "What about him, aunt? Feeling guilty, huh?"

"What do you mean, and what's funny?"

"Oh please, weren't you just about to tell me? So why are you acting innocent?" Celine asked, her tone a pitch higher. "Don't bother anyway, I already know. Did you seriously think that I won't find out?"

"Celine, I do not know what you are talking about!" her aunt replied, glaring at her.

"I know you didn't give Damien's mother any response at all, and you lied to me!"

"What do you mean?! I gave his mother more information about you, and she seemed to like you because you are not involved with the media in any way. What the heck are you saying? I wanted to talk to you because I just wanted to try again to dissuade you from your plans."

"Stop it, aunt! What's the point of this?! I've told you that I've found out. You should ask me how and not try defending yourself." Celine lamented

"And I've told you, Celine, I gave your details to his mother. What is wrong with you?"

"If you are not going to ask me how then I'll tell you anyway!" She paused and took a deep breath, trying to calm down. She was mad at her aunt, but she didn't want to talk to her that way.

"I saw Damien in the club." She said calmly. "He didn't know who I was."

"Celine, don't be childish. He probably didn't recognize you."

"He should. Anybody should. I would like to believe my face is not that forgettable."

"Well, he didn't, young lady! Or he probably hasn't even seen your picture yet. His mom may not have shown him yet. It could be anything, Celine, and you chose to believe that I was dishonest with you!"

Celine realized her mistake and regretted blaming her aunt. There was absolutely no reason not to believe her. Her aunt has always been honest with her. If she wouldn't do something, she would be blunt about it. Why was she so stupid to think her aunt would do that to her? She felt ashamed. "I'm so sorry, aunt." She muttered, her head bent low in shame.

"But why would you think that Celine?" her aunt sighed, getting up and sitting down on the bed beside Celine.

"I don't know. I wasn't thinking. I guess I'm just being desperate."

"You are Celine, you are, and that is what I want to talk to you about."

"You can't change my mind, aunt."

"I'll keep trying. You said you saw Damien at the club?" her aunt asked

"Yeah."

"And?"

"We talked."

"Did he like you?"

"I'm sure you're hoping he didn't," Celine said, laughing. "Well, I think he did."

Her aunt laughed too. "So, what is the plan now?"

"Wait for him to see my picture and realize that it was me he met, I guess. That's the only thing I can do." She lied. She had already gone through with her first plan, but she dared not tell her aunt what it was. She was biting her nails, something she did when she was nervous. She could feel her aunt's eyes on her.

"Is there something you aren't telling me, Celine?"

"What? No, of course not." She hurriedly replied.

Laughing, her aunt placed her hand on Celine's. "What did you do, Celine?"

Celine facepalmed. Was she that readable? "What do you think I did, aunt?"

"Did you try to seduce that young man?" Her aunt asked, smirking.

"What?!!" Celine choked on her saliva and started coughing. Jeez, did her aunt have supernatural powers? How was she so accurate at first guess?

Her aunt laughed out. "Relax, I am joking. I trained you better."

It seemed like someone took your training for granted.

Breathing out a sigh of relief, she gifted her aunt a toothy smile. "You did, aunt, you did."

"I want you to be happy, Celine. I'll give anything to make you stop this whole revenge plan of yours, but at the same time, I want you to do what makes you happy and gives you satisfaction. I wish it was not this."

"It's the last thing I can do for those two, or at least that's how I feel. It's the only way I can move on, aunt."

"I know, baby, I know. Just don't do anything that will get you hurt."

"I won't, aunt," she said, hugging her. "Thanks."

"Don't thank me." her aunt laughed out. "I'll keep trying to dissuade you."

"Yeah, 'trying'," she said, forming quotes with her finger.

"I had your kind of energy and a knack for getting into trouble when I was young and even until I grew older. Lost it when your uncle died." There was a sad note in her voice. Celine took her hands and squeezed softly.

"You know? Sometimes I don't blame you for what you do." She continued, "Your uncle Ben died a peaceful death, yet losing him hurts badly. I felt so much rage and anger. But at the same time, there was sorrow. I became lost in the depth of the pain. So when you do what you do, I understand, I do. So don't think I don't. Yours is different. Death snatched them away from you. Their deaths weren't peaceful, so the pain you feel is more, and that's why I am not trying so hard to stop you. I'm only trying to reason with you."

"I know, aunt, I am so sorry for what you had to go through. I'm also glad you understand."

"It is okay. I'm fine now. I never thought that I would get over it, but maybe it was when you came along that I started to heal. So I think you should let the past go and try to accept it as I did."

Celine was happy her presence helped her aunt heal, but she could not let this go.

"I will let it go when I discover who murdered my parents and why they did."

Elizabeth sighed. "I won't stop you."

"Thank you. Do you mind if I ask something?"

"Go ahead."

"What killed Uncle Ben? You don't have to talk about it if you don't wanna."

"He woke up one-morning complaining of a severe headache. He took medications, but the headache continued for days. The doctors couldn't figure out what it was. They wrote it off as stress. Then one night he slept and never woke up." She cut the story short.

"I wish I met him," Celine said, standing up to pick up the picture frame on top of the desk.

"You guys looked good together." She said, tracing it with her fingers. Her late uncle was holding her aunt. He stared at her with awe and adoration in his eyes. She wondered if her parents looked at themselves like that once, she would never know.

"We were good together. Ever wondered why I never remarried?"

"You loved him a lot."

"Yeah. I was still young when your uncle left me, and my spark went away as well. No one ever really interested me. I lost interest in men in general. He was the only man I loved and still love."

"It must have been so hard for you." Celine could feel the tears threatening to fall. She felt for her aunt. Elizabeth had only begun life happily with the love of her life. She didn't deserve what happened.

There and then, she made a mental note not to fall deeply in love with someone. She dropped the picture frame and went back to sit with her aunt. She rested her head on her lap. "Tell me about him."

"He was an amazing guy."