All Chapters of Lovers In Disguise: Chapter 161 - Chapter 170

That's why I brought Nate to the Thanksgiving dinner, I knew that there wasn't a chance in hell thatcould work out. Only then it looked like it really would, so I had to make sure myself that it didn't."She falls silent, looking everywhere but at me, before finally she catches my gaze. The pain in hereyes is so palpable that I can't even feel angry at what she did anymore."But why? We're your friends, you could have told us. And if not me or Jazz, maybe Rose? You knowthat she would have listened, and maybe made you see reason?""There was nothing she could have said that would have changed things for me. I didn't see it all as Isee it now, I was so in over my head and so desperate and lost and... see, I can't even explain it now!But one day I woke up and no one in the whole world understood me anymore, didn't know who Iwas, and at the same time all of you were strangers to me! I didn't know how to deal with that, andthings only got worse, so I did the only thing I s

"Yeah, maybe that's because the only way you shut up is when you're sucking on someone's cock!""You didn't just say that!""Yeah, I did, and I can say it again if you don't shut up -""You don't get to tell me to shut up! But maybe listening for once in your life would help? But, oh, no,it's so much easier to just wallow in silence and kill everyone else's joy with your brooding, right?The moment he gets home I'm going to tell him. Deal with it!"Her declaration is underlined by the click of the bedroom door being closed, then opened a momentlater as Jazz follows her, both of them coming down the stairs. I know that any second now they willsee me, but before I can make up my mind what to do about that, it is too late.Bella looks furious, as if her tone and words hadn't been a dead giveaway, and all of that rage comesbearing down on me now when she sees me standing just inside the door. Yet instead of getting rightin my face she draws it all in, assuming that fragile

Jazz shudders, then tries to push me away in earnest, but I only let go of his left shoulder so I can grabthe back of his neck to keep him from dislodging my lips from his. The muffled grunt he utters inprotest already speaks of his defeat, and a moment later I feel his hands on my body.The need for any further communication dwindles fast when we start tearing off each other's clothes,in our haste knocking over a chair. I feel the back of my legs get slammed against the side of thecouch. Holding onto Jazz, I kick his legs out from under him while I turn us to the side, ending with usfalling into the cushions of the sofa with me mostly on top of him. The impact has jarred us bothenough to break our kiss, and for a moment we simply stare at each other, panting loudly in theotherwise silent room. Whatever he sees on my face makes him grin for a moment, then he pulls medown and we resume where we left off.When I finally manage to get my hand into his jeans, I find him

Sighing theatrically I accept defeat, then get up and walk downstairs to retrieve my cell phone frommy discarded pants. I have one missed text, from Bella, telling me in very few words – three to beprecise – that she is at Rose's. The stupid guy part of me considers just replying in kind, but after the'did you cook' remark, 'come home now' might not be the best idea. Plus, from the lack of dishes on oraround the stove I can tell that she hasn't, anyway. I'm not that stupid.Walking over to the window front to peer outside, I hit speed dial. Bella picks up on the fourth ring,and I wonder if she's had her cell out waiting to hear from me."Hey," I greet her, a bit cautiously. I hate having to talk to her on the phone when things are a littlestrained between us; I prefer to be able to read her body language."Hey," she echoes my words, sounding neutral, which in her case means she's very likely still pissed."Do you know when you'll be home? I miss you."She pauses, then

still hope.He takes his time, letting her stew for a while as he stops behind her and just looks down at where herhands are clasped behind her head. It's obvious to me that, of the two of them, she will be the last tolose her calm, but then she has learned to be remarkably patient over these last months while he canbarely kneel for five minutes without fidgeting."Get up," he eventually orders. I feel a little proud at how calm and commanding he sounds, eventhough his fingers still drum against the side of his leg. Bella rises to her feet, then stills again,waiting."Hands behind your back, fingers clasped as if you are praying." His directions are clear, and shecomplies immediately, then jerks once when a flaying rope end hits her thigh accidentally as he startstying her wrists together. An almost apologetic look appears on his face; he doesn't say anything, but Itake a mental note. It's good that he notices. After the scene is over, he can be sorry for it all he