Bella's POV “Bella.” Arthur's words echoed in my ears. “What are we now?”He had asked, and even though it had been quite a while since the sentence slid past his lips, it didn't make it any less irrelevant. I should have known that question was coming, in fact, a tiny part of me was expecting it, but I didn't think it would be this soon. I was barely recovering from the effects of everything that had happened in the past. The house, rescuing me from the kidnappers, taking care of me, being by my side at the hospital, and that wasn't all. If we were talking about the tip of the iceberg, then that had to be it. Despite all and everything that had happened, Arthur had every right to ask the question he had just asked, and you could say my inability to answer him was based on the fact that I was also trying to figure out the answer to his question too..What were we? If I was being honest, I never saw a future with the man whose arms I was in at the moment. Everything had started wit
My words echoed in my ears, and even after a full blown thirty minutes had passed, I still couldn't wrap my head around what I'd just done. There was no way I saw myself doing what I just did, or more accurately, what I'd done about thirty minutes ago. Ever since Ryder and I agreed on it, and after he'd warned me not to let Hunter or anyone else know about our deal, I'd honestly kept it to myself. The mere thought of even exposing our somewhat dirty secret was more than enough to stoke a fearful fire in the pit of my stomach, so why the hell did I push aside that fear I always felt? Why did I do something foolish tonight? I huffed. Since the moment she left here, I'd been trying to convince myself that I'd done the right thing but no matter how much I tried and how hard I spoke to myself, nothing changed. It changed nothing and it didn't take too long for an emotion I recognized so well to creep into my mind. Guilt. Ryder was already mad at me. Not bad, furious. I hadn't seen
The crowd roared behind me as Bennett grabbed a hold of the ball flying towards him. He caught it with so much precision I found myself grinning from ear to ear at such a mundane thing to do, to me that is. Without further ado, he lunged towards the end zone as he swiftly dodged the opposition deftly coming at him."Go, Bennett, go!" I winced as screams from beside me pierced through my ears, disorienting me for a second. I snuck a glance at where the sound came from and it suddenly made sense. Just a few feet away were the school's cheerleaders, headed by the one and only; Emily Sinclair. Her perfectly blonde hair swished from side to side and I found myself staring at her way longer than I planned to. Shimmery make-up complemented her ruby-colored lips as she wore the widest grin the human face could produce. The fuzzy ends of her huge pom-poms tickled parts of her neck and collarbone as she hopped from one foot to the other, doing well to cover the extravagant v-neckline of her
Time couldn't have been slower as I stared at the man in front of me, his red pen skating along the edges of the white sheet underneath him. This was the eighty-fifth one. I would know because I'd been counting, right from when he started marking the damn scripts. Couldn't he be faster? I wanted to yell out loud, but a tiny part of me wasn't sure I wanted that and I kinda agreed with it. "Hey." I flinched at the touch of someone's skin over mine. Dainty hands wrapped around mine and only when I'd figured out who it belonged to, did I actually calm down. " Are you okay?""Yeah." I nodded as I whispered in the same tone she had used. I nodded again, twice, just so I'd convince her, but I knew deep down it was more for me than it was for her. " Yeah.""No.I don't think so. " Vivian shook her head slowly, her brown eyes urging me to let her know what was wrong. But could I? I wasn't sure yet. " You're tensed up.""No, I'm not.."" You're clutching on to your pen like you're trying t
I dragged my feet against the tiles lining the ground in the lobby. Loud squeaky noises filtered up to my ears, but I tuned them out. Barely though. I already had enough on my plate and I wasn't about to add squeaky noises to the list. A million pairs of eyes stared at me with each step I took but I couldn't care less. A wide range of emotions flickered on their faces, from rage, to confusion and even pity but that was their problem and not mine. I wasn't going to be the only one feeling everything and anything all at once. Not like I had a choice though. I took in deep breaths as I let my feet lead me. A tiny part of me hoped I hadn't gone the wrong way because I really wasn't thinking straight and neither was I paying anything to where I was actually headed. The aroma of something hit my nose and I paused immediately, causing someone behind me to almost bump into me. I knew that smell and on a normal day, it always brought a huge grin to my face. But not today. Today, I f
I tapped my feet furiously against the ground. No matter how many times and the slightly distorted rhythm that slipped through my ears, it did nothing to calm me down. If anything, it only heightened my anger and my frustration all at once. I ran a hand through my hair. I'd been doing that for the past hour now and honestly, it wasn't helping. Not one bit. Instead, the more I did it, the more frustrated I got and honestly I was this close to ripping out the strands of my hair straight my scalp. If it wasn't already obvious that I was mad, I had no idea what else would give it away. I couldn't see my face, but I wouldn't put it past the fact that I was as red as a tomato and if I didn't find a solution as soon as possible, my cheeks wouldn't stop coloring in rage. Where the hell was she? I'd lost count of the number of times I'd asked myself that question. At a point, I even started answering these questions, but did that give me an answer? No way. I was more confused than when
A small sigh slid past my lips. If I was being honest, I wouldn't consider it to be small. It was more of a satisfactory one. I was proud of the work I'd just done and if given the chance to go at it again, then best believe I was going to do it, and without batting an eyelid too. We were at it for hours. Honestly, if someone had watched and quickly come to the conclusion that I had taken some kind of drugs to boost my performance, then I wouldn't blame them. Perhaps drunken sex was all one needed after all, and the petite woman to walk into my office was just the right one. It was nothing short of a miracle when she parted her lips, simultaneously inviting me to explore the whole of her mouth. Out of impatience, I'd tossed her over my desk and pounded into her from behind. Her moans hit every corner of the wall, but I didn't mind. Those were the perks of having a soundproof office. For hours on end, we went at it. On the chair, on my couch, with her back pressed against the wall
Bella's POV I pressed my eyes shut, as I allowed the weight of what I'd just heard spread out evenly on my shoulders. Even at that, it still didn't deter the fact that it was heavy as fuck. Honestly, it was a miracle how I was still standing up till this moment. “I think I have an idea who it might be.” Arthur's words swirled around in my head. I didn't want to think about it, but the more I tried to rid myself of the thought, the more it lingered in my brain. Even when the boss has chipped it in at the counter, I didn't take too long to put two and two together. He was my best and only bet, but it didn't stop me from asking the question, why? Why would he do something like this? Hadn't he already done enough? Why did he have to take away my job from me? I had called Arthur so he would be able to give me a fresh perspective on the issue. Maybe I was being bias and jumping into conclusions that made no sense, but even he said the same thing, solidifying my thoughts, or more speci