Jayden's POV
The earthy and woody scent of cedar mixed with the sweet smell of citrus, wafts in my nostrils as it slightly intoxicates me.
My lazy eyes scan the different brands of strong liquor on the shelves, with my favorite being Cognac. I happen to have a ton of their varieties on grand display. After a lengthy pause, I settle for a bottle of Louis XIII.
Holding the bottle in one hand, I pull out my phone from the pocket of my robe and dial Celine's number one more time.
"Pick up your phone, Celine... Just pick the s**t up!" I groan.
Sinking deeper into my tortuous imagination, I angrily set my phone on the counter. At first, her number was going through only that she wasn't answering at all, and now, it's switched off. I bet she did that on purpose.
Celine's nude image co
