Calling All Skeletons | Closed.

Zacky moaned when he felt her hand on him, his hips jerking forward slightly. He pulled away from her neck and reached over into the box beside the bed that had some of his bathroom stuff still in it, pulling out the box of condoms he had and taking one out. He opened the package, pecking Celeste's lips as he reached down to roll it on.

Celeste watched Zack grab the condom, her stomach churning as flashes of him with Ciara flashed through her mind. She felt Zack's lips on her neck again and quickly moved her hands to his chest to push him away. "No," she mumbled. "I changed my mind." She moved to wrap the sheets around her body, covering her body as tears began to form in her eyes.

Zacky frowned when Celeste pushed him away, watching her. "What the fuck, Celeste?" he hissed, standing up off the bed and grabbing his boxers. He was pissed that she had worked him up to the point where he was so hard that it almost hurt, and now she was turning him down. "Is this some kind of sick payback? I don't know what else I can do to make things up to you. Jesus Christ." He huffed as he walked into the bathroom, shutting the door behind himself and locking it so that he could get himself off.

Celeste felt tears fall down her face when Zack accused her of stopping him as some sort of payback. She climbed out of bed after Zack walked into the bathroom, throwing on one of Zack's old shirts and some underwear before she knocked on the bathroom door. "Unlock the door Zack," she mumbled. "We need to talk." She rested her forehead against the door, sighing softly as she did. "We've never used condoms Zack," she stated. "So you can't blame me for getting sick to my stomach knowing you're using condoms you bought to use with her."

Zacky frowned as he looked at the door. "That's not the reason I have them," he said. "I mean, of course I used condoms with her." He sighed, rubbing his face. "I bought them after you miscarried because I didn't want to risk losing another child. I just happened to have them when I had sex with her." He leaned against the door, biting his lip as he stared at the floor. "We never ended up having sex when I had them, so, no . . . I didn't buy them for her. And this box? I got it after the affair just to be prepared. I knew you'd never want to have another kid with me after what I did to you."

"My doctor put me back on my birth control the week after my miscarriage," Celeste stated. "I made sure he did because I know how much you hate using condoms." She felt more tears fall down her face as she ran her hands over her flat stomach. "I'm just glad you got to keep your dick wet while I tried to get comfortable with my body again," she hissed.

"I'm glad you had plenty of time to mourn the loss of our child," Zacky snapped. He turned the shower on, not wanting to hear her anymore. He'd spent the last year trying to help her move on and she acted as if she was the only one that lost a child. He'd been just as broken as she was, but he was forced to hold it together and keep his feelings bottled up while she got to grieve at her own pace.

Celeste glared at the door, trying to open the bathroom door again as tears began streaming down her face. She knew she hadn't handled losing their baby well but she hadn't thought she had acted that horribly. If she had she hadn't known. Maybe that was why Zack had cheated on her. "Unlock the door Zack," Celeste spoke. She could feel herself getting nauseous and she didn't think she'd be able to make it to the kid's bathroom.

Zacky huffed, turning the shower off and opening the door. He walked past her and went out of the bedroom, down the hall to the other bathroom on the floor. He walked in and shut the door, deciding to shower in here, thinking she'd leave him alone. He just wanted to shower and get rid of his boner so he could go to sleep.

Celeste rushed into the bathroom, throwing up everything she had just eaten for dinner. She rested her head against the toilet seat, flushing once she was sure she was okay. The brunette brushed her teeth, walking to the other bathroom, knowing she overreacted on Zack and owed him. She quietly slipped into the bathroom, stripping naked before she climbed into the shower and got on her knees in front of Zack. She quietly took his length from his hands, moving him into his mouth and began sucking on him.

Zacky looked over when the curtain pulled back, surprised to see Celeste climbing in. He watched as she dropped to her knees and he quickly grabbed her shoulders before she could get very far. "No," he mumbled. "I don't want you to blow me because you think you have to." He would feel guilty if she gave him a blowjob because she felt she owed it to him.

Celeste felt more tears form in her eyes, clenching them shut tightly when Zack told her no. "Why did you fuck her," she whimpered. "Why did you have to pick someone like her?" She leaned against the shower wall, her hands covering her face as a sob escaped her lips. "Do you know what Kennedy said when I showed her a picture of her," she sniffled. "She said you were fucking a younger bigger titted version of me and she's fucking right."

Zacky frowned a he watched her. "You act like I chose her," he said, shaking his head. "I didn't choose to fuck her because she looks like you. I met her at a bar and things went from there. It's not like I was trying to replace you. She meant nothing to me, and you can read into it all you want, but that's the truth. All she was for me was a means to get off. There were no feelings involved."

"You fucked her for almost an entire year Zack," Celeste sniffled. "Do you really think she wouldn't form feelings for you in that time?" The brunette ran her hands through her hair as she tears feel down her face again. "She came to the house the next day and told me she's in love with you," she mumbled. "She even had the balls to tell me she'd be replacing me soon enough." The brunette looked down at the floor of the shower and sniffled again. "Maybe you should," she stated. She got out of the shower, wrapping a towel around her body before she walked into the guest bedroom and laid down.

Zacky frowned at Celeste's words, wishing he go back in time and change everything. He would stop himself from being a selfish, weak asshole and sleeping with Ciara. He sighed, rubbing his face. He'd almost completely lost his boner at this point and if he stayed in the shower a bit longer, it would be totally gone. So he did, and when he got out, he went to the master bedroom and put some pajamas on. He laid in bed and stared up at the ceiling for a while before he fell asleep.

Celeste woke up the next morning, feeling like complete and utter shit. She climbed out of bed, deciding she needed to keep busy for the day so she called her brother and asked if he could take the kids to beach. When Matt asked her why she stated she needed to finish making the new house a home. Celeste's brother seemed to buy the lie so after the brunette got dressed she made the kids breakfast and got their things ready for when Matt would show up.

Zacky woke up a bit late since he hadn't set his alarm the night before, groaning softly as he sat up in bed. He rubbed his face and climbed out of bed, pulling some clothes on before he walked downstairs. He made himself a piece of toast before he stalked into what would be his new office, sitting at the desk and opening his box of files that he needed to sort through.

Celeste managed to get Matt and the kids out of the house without Matt being any the wiser to Zack's infedility. She began going through the boxes she had set aside in the guest room, trying to hang up picture frames as quietly as possible. She didn't want to piss Zack off anymore than she probably had the night before.

Zacky began sorting through his files, sighing softly. He'd taken a big step in making the decision to have his patients come to the house instead of setting up his own office in a separate building. It was just easier on everyone, or so he thought. It meant he would never have to be away from his family, but it also meant Celeste wouldn't be able to assume he was out fucking someone else.

Celeste kept busy, getting everything hung up and purposely avoided being anywhere near Zack's office. She decided after a few hours to take a break, her body tensing when she saw a little girl maybe ten years old at the oldest sitting at the island quietly eating a cookie. "Um are you here to see Dr.Baker," she asked. The little girl looked up and Celeste and shook her head. "My big sister Prue is supposed to," she answered. "She told me to stay out."

Celeste frowned, wondering where the hell Zack's patient and the child's parents were. "Did you and Prue get dropped off," she asked. The little girl nodded. "Mommy is out trying to be on tv again."