Jasmine Everly's P O V
"Cece, I am home," I announced, entering the home exhausted and placing the files and my bag on the table. I raised my head, searching for my most important person.
But I only got silence in return. I panicked for a second before realizing that she was in the camp with her classmates.
A weak smile crosses my lips as I remember the way she used to badmouth all her classmates.
I sighed as I walked to the sofa and laid down, still thinking about her.
God! I miss my Cece.
It hasn't even been a day, and I miss her already.
I took my phone from the table and dialed Cece's homeroom teacher's number and waited for a few rings until she picked up.
"Hello, Ms. Everly?" Her calm voice came from the other side, like she had been waiting for this call.
"Hi, Ms. Martha. Can you pass the phone to Cece?" I asked politely, waiting impatiently.
"Yes, she has been waiting for this call, but I think she is angry now," she replied with a small smile.
My heart stings a little as I ask, "Really...?".
"Yes, she asked almost 4 times to check if you called." She replied with a smile, and it stings my heart again.
My Cece must be hurt!
Why the hell didn't I remember?
"Cece! Your mom is in the line," I heard Ms. Martha's voice.
I got excited to hear my Cece's voice after a long tiring day.
But I didn't hear anything from the other side.
"Cece baby?" I called out to her but only got "hmm?" as a reply.
She seems angry and ..... disappointed?.
"Are you angry that I didn't call you earlier?" I asked, expecting to hear a reply now.
"Hmm hmmm!" She replied, and I can tell that she is nodding a few times with her cute angry face.
"I am really sorry, baby. I was busy in the office and just got home. I miss you so much." I let out a sigh.
"So you forgot about me? I was waiting for your call, but you only did it after everyone's parents did...." she whispered, and I could feel the pain in her voice.
"I am really sorry, Cece, but I promise you that I will be the first to call you tomorrow," I promised her, trying to make it up for her.
Everything is because of that Sabastian!
"Promise?" She asked in her cute voice, finally happy.
"Yes, promise," I replied with a smile curling up to my lips.
"Okay, I forgive you," she said with a huge smile, getting excited.
"Did you eat?" I asked with a smile.
"Yes, I did! I had..." She continued to talk about everything that happened that day, and I just laid on the sofa, hearing her cute comforting smooth voice.
It feels good. Being home and hearing my Cece's voice is better than thinking about tomorrow.
Then to think about a certain someone who's going to make my life a living hell for the next whole month.
Apparently, we talked for more than an hour, and Ms. Martha took the phone so my Cece could get back to sleep.
I placed my phone on the table, laid there for a few minutes, before getting up to eat. It was hard. It felt like I was going back to the time when Sabastian abandoned me and I had no one to rely on.
My pregnancy with Cece was so quiet; it was like she didn't want to give me any more pain than I already am.
She has always been a good kid, understanding, and smart. She never tried to ask for more if she knew it was hard.
She didn't even ask about her father after I said to her, "I am your father and mother, Cece! There is no one else!".
She stopped when she saw me crying after that question and said, "I will never ask about him, mama, so please stop crying.".
I still feel so terrible seeing Cece almost cried because of me! Because of him!
And I promised myself that I shouldn't cry and be strong for Cece from that moment on.
I had my dinner, and then I took a shower, nice and relaxing one before going to bed.
I turned around a few times, trying to sleep, but it was getting harder with each passing second, just like these days.
It was easy to sleep when Cece was around, but now she is not with me, and my mind went back to today's event.
Everything turned upside down, and I tried to remain in my strong self, but it was hard.
I shook my head, trying to get out of those flashes, and took my phone from my nightstand, opened Instagram, and just scrolled through them to distract myself, but stopped when I saw his picture.
I don't know what took me there, but I clicked on his profile and went in.
My eyes widen, seeing his followers count. He has 15 million followers!
He is not a celebratory, or is he? I doubt that after seeing this.
What kind of businessman have these huge followers?
My phone slipped through my hand and fell into my face, following him in that second.
I panicked for a second before unfollowing him. What the hell actually happened?!
I shook my head and checked his posts to see what made people follow him.
He is handsome and rich, but that is not enough for this, right?
On the other side:
Sebastian Donovan's P O V
My eyes widen when I get the notification of certain someone's follow. I won't even care to look if it was someone else, but I noticed it because it was from the same person's account that I am looking into.
I got her phone number and her social media information, along with other information.
I got curious and just searched for her to check something, but I didn't think she was doing the same after acting all mighty.
My lips twisted to a smirk as I thought about tomorrow. She will be under me, under my mercy.