The Love Bubble

Isabella's POV

Day 1 of 3

So I met this really nice guy at the airport and here I am leaving with him to go to his house. I think that I might even like this guy, if I was a normal girl with a normal life, this is the kind of boyfriend I would want for myself.

He is everything I could ever ask for in a man. If anything, I wish that this was all real, that I didn't have to leave him in three days. I don't what I am doing but I know that it feels right, I want to be with this man, even it's all just a dream.

I must admit that it actually feels good to be with a man because I like him, not because I am trying to scam off his money. I feel relaxed but I don't know how to do this. I have never had to do this before.

From the age of sixteen I have been taught that men are nothing but way to a better life. Mama said that love is just a myth. I even wonder if she really loved our father or if she was just in it for the money.

Now I have met this incredible guy, he is so nice to me and I really don't want to lie to him, I only have one weekend with him so I had to make it count. This weekend I plan on opening up myself in a way that I have never done before.

The plane lended a few minutes ago and now we were making our way to his house. There was a limo waiting for us when we boarded the plane. I mean exacy how rich is this guy?

"After you my lady..." He said and I got in the car. He followed me and the driver closed the door and the light came on. He pressed a button and a window came up and gave us some privacy.

"Can I get you a drink?" He asked me with a smile.

"Are you trying to get me drunk? You know that I have already agreed to come with you right?" I asked him.

I say that because I had a glass of beer when I had my lunch, I had two shots of whiskey on the plane and then I had two glasses of wine. I am no light weight but I don't drink much.

"On the contrary, I just thought that it could help you loosen up a bit, you seem a bit tense." He said.

He is not wrong in saying that because I was a bit tense, I have never done this before. This is different, he is not like the guys I am used to, when mama found a mark, she made sure to find out everything about them.

I mean down to their favorite food and allergies, she has some good investigation skills, she could be a good PI if she wasn't such a great scam artist. My mother is a man eater in every sense of the word.

" I am a bit nervous, I have never done this before." I said.

" Well you are completely safe with me, I promise you." He said and kissed my hand. It was a small gesture but it meant a lot. If it was anyone else telling me that I wouldn't have believed it and somehow I seem to believe him.

I don't know what it is with this guy but he makes me feel safe. It's weird that a complete stranger could make me feel like this. 

"I'll have some champagne." I said with a smile.

"Excellent choice." He said and popped the bottle. It spilled a but but hey, thats what champagne does.

"Here you go pretty lady..." He said and gave me a glass.

"Thank you..." I said and took a sip. It tasted so good, the bubbles felt like heaven in my mouth, this is definitely an expensive bottle of champagne, mama would be impressed.

"So we are going to my house, what do you want to do first?" He asked me.

"What do you mean what do I want to do first?" I asked him.

"It's your first time in New York, don't you want to explore the city?" He asked me.

"Well I didn't exactly have a plan, surprise me." I said with a smile.

"I've got you." He said with a smile.

We chatted a bit on the way to his house. We entered his estate and it was huge. The trees were majestic and the flowers were amazing. There was a huge water fountain at the front of the house. The car stopped and the driver opened the door.

I got and looked at the house. It was huge, the house looks gorgeous, it had a lot of glass walls, I could practically see the inside of the house. The all white walls and the white furniture in the house.

I now realise how small time we had be living, we have dated and married men with money but this was a whole different league. I began to wonder how rich this guy really was and even still, it didn't matter much because I wasn't here for all of that.

"Nice house by the way." I said.

"Thank you, I had to buy out two people for the space, there's a tennis court and ans basketball court out back, there's also a mini golf course." He said.

"You must be loaded." I said.

"So they keep on saying, anyways there's four bedrooms in the top floor and there's three bedrooms downstairs, you are welcome to anyone of them." He said.

"Okay... So do you live here all by yourself? " I asked him.

"Well my brother stays with me when he is in the city but apart from that, I live with my driver and my two housekeepers, I also have an in house chef, the staff lives in the west wing." He said.

"Where's everyone?" I asked because the house was so quiet.

"Right now they are all on leave, I wasn't supposed to come back till next week so it's just us and my driver who is also my bodyguard and the chef who made you that steak you enjoyed so much on the plane." He said.

"Well this is just way too much space for one person." I said.

"Well go big or go home baby." He said with a smile.

"Okay so I need to refresh and change, then you can show my around your city." I said with a smile as I made my way upstairs with my bag.

The doors were open and I chose the first door on could see and hoped that it was a bedroom. I am glad to say that it was a bedroom, it had all white furniture.

White linen on the king sized bed. White dressing table and white full length mirror and a white bedroom sofa. There was a TV on the wall and a small glass table. I put my bag on the bed. I opened the door and found a bathroom. 

There was a corner bath on one side, a toilet, a basin and a shower. I went back to ghw the bedroom and took out my toiletry bag. I took off my clothes and had a quick shower.

I got out and wore my black jumpsuit, a silver chain belt and my black high heeled ankle boots. I took out a blue leather jacket and a small black purse. I didn't know were he was taking me but I knew that I couldn't go wrong with this outfit.

I went to the mirror and I pulled out my makeup bag, I moisturized my face and put on some powder, I didn't feel like makeup but I also didn't want to walk around with an oily face. 

I fixed my eyebrows and I put on a little bit of mascara. I put on peach lipgloss. I put on my Gucci perfume. I tied my hair into a messy bun. I took my phone and I called my mother. The phone rang for a while before she answered it.

"Hello..." She said.

"It's me." I said.

"Oh baby, have you checked into a hotel? You know I spoke to Tim and he said that he is willing to take all four cars, I am meeting up with him tomorrow." She said.

This is all my mama thinks about, money. She didn't even ask me how my plane ride was? She didn't even ask me if I was okay.

"I just called to let you know that I have arrived, you can go ahead and sell the car. " I said.

"Have you spoken to the realtor? We need to sell this house." She said.

"I'll do it tomorrow, I'll call you later." I said and hung up. I switched off my phone and took out the battery. If I was to enjoy this weekend then my family cannot be part of this. That means that I have to cut them out.

I took a look at myself and I was pleased with my look, I went downstairs and I found Tristan waiting for me. He was wearing a suit when we came here, now he was wearing a black Lacoste golf shirt, black skinny jeans and black sneakers. 

He looked handsome. I mean this guy is a catch, I bet he has a girlfriend, I mean how can a man be this fine and be single? Maybe this weekend is really all we have, I have to guard my heart with him. I want to be in love but I fear that maybe he might just break my heart.

"I knew you had style, you look beautiful." He said with a smile.

"You don't look too bad yourself." I said with a smile.

"Are you ready to go?" He asked me.

"Yes I am." I said.

He held out his hand for me and I took it. I don't know what to call it but my hand felt so right in his. I wondered if this is how I made my ex husband's feel, I mean right before I took half of everything they owned.

We walked out hand in hand, his driver was already outside waiting for us. I see that he had changed cars. First it was the Limo and now a Bentley. He did say go big or go home. The driver opened the door and I got in.

It was getting dark outside. He got in and I am glad that he didn't offer me a drink this time, instead he took my hand and held it in his. Everything about this moment felt right, it felt like destiny, if only destiny lasted a weekend.

"So where are you taking me?" I asked him.

"To one of my clubs." He said.

"Okay, we are going clubbing, I can do that." I said with a smile.

I am in my mid twenties and I can't remember the last time I went out for fun and not because I was on a job but because I wanted to. This weekend was certainly starting off on a good note. They driver took us to the city and he stopped.

I looked out the window and I know that it has been a while since I went clubbing but this was not a club. 

"I thought that we were going clubbing." I said to him.

"Yes we are but I have to feed you first." He said with a smile.

The driver opened the door and I got out. Tristan got out and he held my hand, from afar it sure would look like we were a couple, I mean a real couple. We walked into the restaurant.

We found the hostess at the door. She was beautiful. She had huge boobs but they looked fake, so did her plump lips. Her cheeks didn't look natural either, neither did her hips or bums. I don't know why people put themselves through all of that.

"Tristan..." The hostess said with a smile that might have been a bit too much, she called him by his first name, that means that he must be a regular at this place, who knows maybe I am the flavour of the week.

That is a huge possibility, I mean he is a city boy, a rich city boy at that, I am sure that he has tons of women throwing themselves at his feet. 

"This is Isabella, Bella this is Amy, she's the hostess." He said.

"Hi Bella, she's pretty." She said to Tristan with a smile.

"Thank you..." I said. I was blushing.

"Alright then guys follow me, I have the perfect table for you." She said with a smile and we followed her to our table.

The restaurant looked beautiful, I am definitely sure that this is a five star restaurant, which means fancy menu's and expensive wine. I have been to a lot of these so I know an expensive restaurant when I see one.

"This is the best table in the restaurant, I'll send a waiter over shortly." Amy said and left our table. Tristan pulled out a seat for me and I sat down. 

"Amy seems nice." I said.

"Yes, she's my sister in law, this is her restaurant, she used to be a model." He said. This explained the plastic surgery.

"She's a hands on boss." I said.

"Yes, that she is." He said.

The waiter came and Tristan told him to bring us the most expensive bottle of wine they had while we decided on what to eat. The waiter shortly came back with our wine. 

"So where's your girlfriend?" I asked him.

"What makes you think I have one?" He asked me.

"I don't know, I mean I suppose I expected a guy like you to have one." I said.

"A guy like me?" He asked me with a skew smile.

"Yes, I mean you are handsome and rich, I am sure that the ladies in New York throw themselves at your feet." I said.

"Ahh... So you think I'm handsome?" He asked me.

"Boy, you know how you look, you are handsome." I said and we both laughed.

"I don't have a girlfriend, I guess work keeps me too busy." He said.

"Okay then... This is a nice place." I said.

"Yeah, it's great." He said with a smile.