Ethan is driving recklessly, fuming in rage. His grip is too tight on the steering wheel, his jaw tightening as he increases the speed, his hands imprinted with Aiden's blood. Feeling scared of his wrath, I grip the seat tightly. “Ethan, we'll be dead if you continue driving like this,” I say, breaking the silence between us. And then, without any warning, Ethan pulls the car over to the side of the road and stops. He unbuckles his seat belt and gets out of the car. Shutting the door with a yank, he walks around to me, and opens the door. My heart races as he unbuckles my seat belt too, and pulls me out of the car. My pulse quickens, and my breath hitches in my throat, as he shuts the door roughly, pinning me against the car door. “What do you think of yourself, Miss Dubois? Why did you go there? What were you thinking of doing? You wanted to patch up with him. How can you love a guy like him?” he growls, tightening his jaw, his chest heaving from taking rapid breaths. How to tel
Forgetting about my so-called pride and bursting into tears, I pull him for a tight hug, crying my heart out. “I never loved Aiden, Ethan. I never did. I lied to you,” I sob. “Lied! Why?” he asks, pulling me away from him and locking his eyes with mine. “Because I wanted you to give up on me. I thought you would stop chasing me if I said this white lie,” I cry out. “So…you never loved Aiden?” he asks, his voice barely audible, choking with emotions, as tears well up in his eyes too. “Never. I never loved him.”Tears roll down on Ethan's cheeks, a smile playing on his lips, as he insists, “Come that again.”“I never loved Aiden.”“Again, Belle,” he insists, cupping my face and leaning on me. “I never loved Aiden,” I say, my heart racing as Ethan's nose touches mine, a cold shiver running down my spine.“Again,” he whispers against my lips. “I never loved…” I say, but get interrupted, my breath hitching in my throat as Ethan gives a quick soft peck on my lips and steps back. I g
I was blushing all the way home—obviously because of Ethan. I don't know where destiny will take us, but these moments feel beautiful in which I'm with Ethan. I wanted to spend more time with him. As I enter the dorm room, I see Emily using her phone in her bed. My jaw clenches as I recall the video of her making out with Aiden. She was acting like a sweet friend all the time with me. “Did you ever meet Aiden, Emily?” I ask, to get her attention. She glances up at me, raising her brows. “What do you mean?” she asks, clenching her jaw. “You slept with Aiden,” I say, not wanting to play any game. I just need to hear this from her mouth now. “I have many other things to do. I don't have time for your nonsense,” she says, standing up from her bed and walking further to the door.As she opens the door, to step outside the room, I hold on her arm tightly, tightening my jaw and pulling her back. “You slept with Aiden. I know everything.”She turns slightly to face me, locking her eyes
“Belle, open your eyes,” Ethan's voice guards me off. I flinch and open my eyes quickly, my head still laying on Ethan's shoulder. I look here and there. We're still in the car. “Did I sleep?” I ask, turning my face slightly to Ethan. He flashes a warm smile and nods. “Yes, you did,” he retorts. “I'm sorry. I didn't mean to. I felt so safe and comfortable. That's why.”“It's my pleasure, Belle. That you felt safe and comfortable with me,” he says, tucking a strand of my hair behind my ear. Whenever he does it, my heart flutters badly. As soon as we reach the venue, the driver pulls the car to the side and stops it. Stepping out of the car, he opens the car's door for Ethan. Ethan walks around to my side, and opens the car's door for me, giving me his hand. I sigh and hold his hand tightly, stepping out of the car. Ethan helps me adjust my dress and hair. How cute he is! I grasp his arm gently, and we both walk further in. The venue is elegantly decorated with twinkling fairy li
Emily, fuming with rage, walks away from me. I turn to look for Ethan. He's nowhere to be seen. As someone grasps my wrist and pulls me, I turn my head slightly. I see Ethan appearing out of nowhere, saving my head with his hand from Emily’s wrath, who's about to attack with a bottle. The bottle shatters on his forearm, the sound echoing in the whole place. We both flinch, but miraculously he's not injured. Small shards of glass scatter, but no blood is drawn. But now, my blood boils in anger. I glare into Emily's eyes, my chest heaving up and down in fury. How dare she! Ethan could be injured. She was wanting to hurt me, but Ethan came to protect me. What if his hand could start bleeding? Tangling my hand in Emily's hair, I grasp her hair and yank her towards me. “Belle, what the heck are you doing?” she cries out, her breathing coming in gasps as her hands fly to her head. Still pulling her hair, I walk further towards the pool, and hurl her into the pool. The splash is enormou
Hearing his words, I burst into tears and cling to him, embracing him in a tight hug by wrapping my arms around his neck, and crying my heart out. He hugs me back and lets me cry as much as I want. Aiden knows I don't know how to swim. Still he pushed me. Did he ever love me at all? How can a guy be like him? Cheater! Playboy! Liar! After a few minutes, I feel better, still lost in his arms, my eyes are closed. I don't know if it's his masculine cologne, his masculine touch, or my growing feelings for him which makes me feel safe and comfortable around him. Something is truly different with him. Everything seems peaceful. I recall every memory of our last night. How handsome he looked above me—even when he was sweating! How he said he loves me at the rooftop of the building! It was unexpected. And how he protected me from Aiden. He was his best friend. It touched my heart. I won't ever be able to forget these moments.How many minutes have we been hugging each other? People might b
As I look in the mirror I see myself, standing in my undergarments, I couldn't do anything but think about the models. How do they pose in a bikini? When I was a kid, I wanted to be a model because I used to think that I'm very pretty. I love myself way too much. I'm kind of obsessed with myself. Many of my classmates talk behind my back and say that I'm a fossil. Am I? I don't know. I'm not a native American, maybe that's why they think that. I have a skinny hourglass body, dark brown almond shaped eyes, full lips, slim face, brunette long wavy hair that reaches my hips, an average 5 '6 height and rosy complexion. Everything about my body and my looks makes me fall in love with myself. In Corsica, a couple lost their two baby boys and then a girl took birth at their home. They did every possible thing they could do to keep her alive and gave her name 'Belle' because she was beautiful—so much beautiful for them. And yeah that would obviously be me. I'm Belle Dubois and I'm just lik
As I rejected Ethan, I gasped and walked away from him, without giving a glance to him. I don't know if he likes me or not. I just know one thing, I like Aiden, my boyfriend and I'm not going to break up with him. With great difficulty I have found him. I do not have the courage to lose him again. As I enter the cafeteria, my eyes search for the blonde hair girl, my best friend, Emily. She's been my best friend from day one. I sigh in relief as my eyes catch a glimpse of her blonde hair in the crowd. I grin and I take a seat beside my best friend and my roommate, Emily. “I'm feeling under the weather.” She furrows her brows. “Why?” She asks as she takes a bite of burger and licks the corner of her mouth. “A guy proposed to me just a moment ago.” “What? Another guy likes you.” Emily murmurs in shock. I sigh, shutting my eyes close and nod. “Sometimes I wonder how many guys like you. By the way, what happened then?” She asks. “I rejected him.” I look into her eyes. Why