Isabella point of view.
“So you prefer the social construct of dating for dating sake,” Cameron had asked me the first time we held a discussion concerning marriages, “No strings attached?” I had proceeded to groan really loudly and almost suffocate myself with the pillow she had gotten for me last year. But I did the one thing that was socially acceptable. I raised my eyes to the ceiling, letting out a silent sigh “I want a really committed relationship, but not one that would eventually lead to marriage. It would be way better than marriage.” When I was younger, I hated the whole concept of marriage. Our neighbourhood certainly didn’t help to promote the whole marriage image well, too. There were always talks of someone getting a divorce or someone’s father cheating on them. My parent’s marriage was the only exception in the ton. The wide-eyed look Cameron kept giving strongly suggested she must have thought someone must have dropped me when I was baby, the possible cause of my mental issues. The reason for the first five seconds of silence I was able to enjoy since I met Cameron when I was in my junior year of college. I loved her, though, because she would never judge me too harshly or judge me at all. Wriggling my toes to admire the paint job Cameron had done on my toenails, wondering why the universe decided to bless me with such a talented best friend, albeit one that refused to understand me. She placed her hand on her hips, a mischievous smile on her lips as she began swaying from side to side. And just when I finally understood what she was trying to do, moments before I could stop her, she busted out some dance moves. Moves that would definitely get her kicked out of any dance show she decided to contest in. “I had no idea my view on marriage would require such a grand performance,” I blinked at her, unsure if I was supposed to be horrified or amused.her legs shuffled awkwardly and she was at the verge of loosing her balance. “It is not changing my mind, though.” Then, she proceeded to strike a final pose, hands on her hips while she grinned like an insane person. “I don’t think anything can change your mind.” “But I do want to get married, and I intend to do that soon. It would be a grand wedding, filled with everything I have ever loved and wanted. I also want a fat baby after the wedding, a chunky little one with the eyes I fell in love with. That is the greatest combination of them all.” I shook my head in disbelief, “And for some reason, that needed an intro dance? Most people would start by just opening their mouth to say what they want.” “But where is the fun in that?” she winked at me and blew an air kiss in my direction before proceeding to pack u her supplies. “So does he seem like he is ready to pop the question now?” I asked mildly interested in what happens between her and he boyfriend. While I absolutely love Cameron, I hated her one month on and one month off boyfriend whom she started dating last year. They were the cutest whenever they were together, going on dates and vacations and generally just having a great time. The main reason for their issues was Cameron was very interested in getting married before she turned twenty-five. And he wasn’t. She shook her head no, already sniffing, “Sadly no. But I can wear him down, I know I can.” That was the exact reason why it was god to talk about ones interest at the beginning of the relationship before emotions and numerous orgasms get in the way. Everyone of my exes shared my view on a committed relationship, ending our relationship when it no longer served a purpose or just simply disappearing after one date. My phone buzzed to life in my hands. I finally received the text I had been waiting for, my phone flashing with the notification. I quickly shoved my phone down to delete the text before Cameron could see it. "What's that?" Cameron asked, her eyes bright in interest. "A text from my assistant, some part of the work has been completed and I have some models ready" I replied, my brain coming up with whatever lie I could use as a continuation "The rest of the work would be done by tomorrow apparently." My heart skipped a beat when I realized I was doing the one thing I hoped to never do to a sweet girl like meron. Lying to her had never been my plan. She was already way too trusting and thought everyone she met liked her. I watched her make her way to my closet, ruffling through everything to get her hand on the pair of jeans she wanted so badly as payment for her services. My heart practically skipped a beat when I received another message from Gilbert, Jasmine’s boyfriend. G: Hurry up. They said they would close up the building soon so we would have as much privacy as we need. Me: I am on my way, Captain. I just needed to wait for my best friend to fall asleep. A pang of remorse pricked at my conscience, at what I was about to do, my gaze darted away from Cameron in discomfort. ***** I had no idea how anyone back home was doing. Not since dad practically drove me out of the house and out of town six years ago. I kept bugging my aunt to let me speak to them during my first year, but she never agreed. She always had some sort of chore for me, something to make me forget. Eventually, I stopped asking. It was her own way of making sure I never knew my dad died a few months after I left, and my mom had to go into a depressive spiral. I hid the notes and the pictures I received from my stalker about them, careful to make sure she never saw them. Taking a deep breath, I walked down the length of the large hall he intended on renting for his proposal to Cameron the next day. He had this puppy dog love struck look on his face as the attendant practically bragged about being the best in the game of decorations. Gilbert seemed to appreciate the stale jokes the attendant kept saying in between every sentence. Those were the things that made me wonder why she was with him anyway. Yes, he was very handsome with brown hair that seemed to reflect every shades of brown when the sun graced it at random hours of the day, he had a chiselled jawline and his eyes were like a body of water one can chose to drown in. Cameron’s words. He was also an incredibly shallow, rich snob. “Your taste might need a bit of improvement if you don’t agree to this place. It is beautiful.” Gilbert said the moment his attention was on me again and not the attendant. The hall he had chosen embodied extravagance, the kind of place that would show up in G****e's top results. It was the perfect place for a royal wedding, a sharp difference from my earlier recommendations of taking her on a boat cruise or a simple date and popping the question. The hall was a lavish sprawl of crystal chandeliers, velvet drapes and marble floors that shimmered like diamonds under the light. “You are the true meaning of wasting money,” I almost scoffed at him before turning my attention to the attendant. “There should be a flower ring or whatever you call those flower shaped stuff that spells out words. I want ‘will you marry me, Cameron’ hung at the centre of the hall, complete with flower petals on the ground. The violin version of ‘I wanna be yours’ should be played first” I had no idea why I did it, but I asked, just to be sure. “I hope you have the resources to fund everything I asked for?” I wasn’t going to win any award in his books, and neither was he in mine, but to make my best friend happy, I was willing to endure the intolerable Gilbert. He smirked, “I could plan an engagement party for you too if you consent to it.” My hand tightened around my purse strap, the fabric creaking in protest, as I bit back the urge to strike at him. The vibrations from my phone stopped the train of insults and cuss words I needed to attack him with. Saved by the bell or by the call in this case. “I am kind of very busy at the moment, Cameron. Can we talk…” She didn’t let me complete the rest of my sentence before proceeding to interrupt me. I winced, extending the phone away from my ears to save me from the piercing shreik. “There is a package for you here,” She said once she was done. I rolled my eyes, “Except for some reason, that package is made of gold or something, I see no reason for you to call me. I will deal with it when I come home.” That should have been the moment where I told her to burn whatever was in that box to ashes. We would have lived our life like that box never came. I walked away from Gilbert and the bad jokes attendant towards the garage where my black Porsche cayenne sat, waiting for me. “It is from your mom. Lilian Wells.” Cameron took a deep breath like those words weren’t like some sort of dynamite, ready to blow everything up if it so chooses. “And it contains an engagement ring from Zachary Newman.”Isabella’s point of view. Cameron was by my side as I opened the package, a tiny white box decorated with green twines for some reason. The engagement ring had belonged to Zachary’s grandma, a woman of exquisite taste. I had no idea how I was going to tell Cameron the truth after she saw this, and she knew my stance on marriage. My heart raced when I thought she would think I was just a two faced bitch and then, our friendship would end. I told her so many lies about my family already., how could she ever trust me again. I covered my mouth and closed my eyes, steadying my breath. My dad would say that the shock of seeing something from my past would stay for a while, and then eventually fade away. Like the shock I felt when I found out my father was dead. Cameron was amazing though. She held unto me while I hyperventilated, keeping all questions she had to herself until I offered to give them myself. Would she be as compassionate as she was right now, when she handed me the gla
Isabella's point of viewI promised to call Cameron's boyfriend the moment I had the time. Now I was stuck in a hug with my mother."I honestly thought you wouldn't come when we sent the letter, it was your foolish cousin's idea," She said into my hair and even when we weren't hugging anymore, she held unto my aunt.None of my foolish cousins were out though.She held unto my cheek and pinched it a bit, "I'm happy you're here," She said.The words were at the tip of my tongue honestly but I couldn't say them out. Shell shocked from the fact that I actually have not seen my mom for the past five years.My mom didn't look much different though, her hair was longer and she even added bangs that brought out her cheekbones and made her more beautiful. She was a bit shorter but perhaps it was because I was older now and a bit taller too."Mom," I choked out the words, "Is it true?" I asked scared of the answer though I could feel it was true.Was dad dead?My mom nodded, the smile on her fa
Jason's point of viewThe blond licked the rest of my cum from her face before smiling seductively back at me. She stared at me from underneath those long lashes and almost made me lose my resolve and fuck her again."Aren't you such a pretty little thing?" I asked her, placing my thumb in-between those plump pink lips of hers.She kissed my finger, "You make it easy to feel pretty," She said before standing up, her walk to the bathroom so captivating. The way she moved her waist would make a man die for her.Not me though. I had work to do and a daughter to take care of.I had forgotten what her name was, did I even know her name from the beginning or did I bid on her because of her amazing tits? I did not even know why I decided to have sex today? Was the thought of my brother laying his hands on Isabella enough to drag me over the edge and ruin my self-imposed celibacy of almost a year.I had no intentions of having anything to do with her ever again so I had no one to blame for th
Isabella's point of view.Zachary invited himself in. Sat on our couch like he owned the place and even got Cameron to give him a glass of apple juice.I watched him from where I stood, silhouetted by the shade from the kitchen. He looked different yet stayed exactly the same way he was years back. I wondered if...."Are you going to stand there all day or are we going to talk?" He finally asked after twenty minutes of absolute silence on all ends.I rolled my eyes at his words, "You could have called me, you don't have to show up like some sort of secret ninja or some shit like that," I replied dryly, my eyes darting from him to Cameron who sat on the other couch then to the staircase."And before you say anything, make sure you keep your voice down. I don't want to wake up my mom and cousins," I added the warning at the last minute.That made Zachary roll his own eyes, "I don't want to wake up my future mother-in-law, what kind of a person do you think I am?" He placed an hand on hi
Isabella's point of view."I got something, I got something," Cameron's voice was so loud it woke me up from my sleep before she barged into the room and jumped on the bed.I tried to turn away but she kept on interrupting me, "I got something, don't you want to know what it is?" She asked, her tone much softer this time.I was the type of person that got headaches when woken abruptly. Headaches that lasted for days on end and made me sick.Plastered on a fake smile and looked up at her, "What do you have?" I hoped it wasn't something from that boyfriend of hers because I would literally strangle her if it was.She smiled back at me, "Well the contract, the lawyers have been looking at it and they discovered the only loophole they could find in such a bonafide contract," Dressed in a fancy pink minidress and the necklace I had gotten her as a birthday gift, Cameron could not have looked more beautiful, "I hope Zachary has brothers or cousins."I nodded. He did. He had a twin brother w
Jason's point of view.Family dinners were not my sort of things. Family dinners at the Newman house where they invited people over and it was bound to be a disaster were not my sort of events to attend.I watched Zade pin a cute little pink bow on Amethyst's ponytail, he knelt down so he was close to her height and she could see his eyes. They seemed to be talking about something private, with all the whispers and giggles going around."You look so cute," He pinched her on the cheek before finally getting up and holding her hand.Amethyst was as pretty as her mom, a playful little thing at age four and quite smart for her age too. She was also cunning enough to get Zade to do things I said no to."She's not coming with me," I announced once they were close enough to me, "And I know you'll take care of her, make sure she goes to sleep at her bedtime and don't give her any candy," Instructions after instructions flew out of my mouth until Zade placed a hand on my shoulder."I know wha
Isabella's point of view.Personally I thought Jason looked horrified at the thought of getting married to me. But when I thought about it later on, anyone would be horrified at the thought of getting married to their twin brother's betrothed.He turned to look at his side, like he couldn't look at me anymore."I can't get married to you Meda, I thought that was what your betrothal to my brother was for," He raised his hand upwards for dramatic effect perhaps, "I don't care about you enough to take you away from your future husband"Jason had always been the blunt twin, the one who said whatever he wanted without the fear of anyone or even the risk of punishment. I didn't expect him to agree immediately but his words weren't even encouraging enough to continue.I took a seat by his side and stared at the stars too. Perhaps I might annoy him into an agreement or something.Jason was also a champion at the silent treatment because we didn't talk for the next thirty minutes, just sat dow
Isabella's point of view.I found Jason's address by snooping around the town and asking questions to anyone stupid enough to give answers without thinking about it.And most of them did not recognize me which made it even better.But I didn't expect Jason to stay so close to his family house or even in this town. I thought he would move so far away no one but his family would be able to contact him, after all, that had always been his plan. I guess everything changed once one had a child and Annabelle had a grandchild.Once I had my car safe in the parking spot, I marched on to the front of the house where I stayed for another ten minutes trying to calm my nerves down so I wouldn't look like a nervous mess when I try again.The door opened the moment I was about to place my hand on the doorbell and there I was, face to face with Zade Blaise. The blond hair heartbreaker when we were still in highschool and Jason's closest friend.Guess that bond didn't break within five years of my a