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I spin the pen between my fingers. The movement was almost compulsive. The sun had moved high and the papers were still scattered all over my office desk.
Usually, by now, everything would be in order. Sorted through, done.
I brush my thumb over my bottom lip and push out of my chair t
-Isabella-"So what will you do?" Melody asked, and I rolled my eyes, adjusting the straps of the dress as I stood on the podium in the opulent changing room. Of a famous boutique located in Manhattan."Well, I am trying on dresses, am I not?!" I snapped at her in frustration as the stupid strap wouldn't cooperate."Let me..." Vanessa said gently, putting her wine-filled glass down on the coffee table, and walked up to me to adjust the strap of the dress on my back."I would do him. You have nothing to lose." Lesley says, shrugging. A wide grin on her face."This dress is hideous." I turn sideways looking, at my reflection in the mirror
-Damian-I spin the pen between my fingers. The movement was almost compulsive. The sun had moved high and the papers were still scattered all over my office desk.Usually, by now, everything would be in order. Sorted through, done.I brush my thumb over my bottom lip and push out of my chair to take off my grey suit jacket, then drape it over the back of my chair.I look out of the window, unclasp my cufflinks, roll the sleeves up toward my elbows, and exhale sharply.Just as I sat down and picked up the document again, the intercom buzzed."Mr. Sinclair? Your mother is here. Should I let her in?"
-Isabella-My whole body was still thrumming with the memory of his touch. Every single brush of his skin against mine was diverting my focus from what mattered.I should have gotten over Damian hours ago. But instead, my mind lingered on his proximity to me this morning. His firm muscles against my body were so familiar and so unwelcome.Especially now.I closed my eyes hard, repelling any and every memory of those eyes that were as dark as the richest coffee in the world.Yet, no matter how hard I try, they keep inviting themselves to the front of my mind.I keep biting the dried skin off my bottom lip, anxiously.
-Isabella-The dining room is too bright and too airy, but I still feel like iI'm suffocating. Everyone is already seated, and the only space left is next to my sister, right across from Damian.We are sitting across from each other like we're getting ready for war. A battle between two people who had a mere moment together in a club.I think to myself, desperately trying to downplay the interaction from last night.The conversation doesn't stop. Mark and Emma's voices fill the room with soft chatter. Damian is sitting quietly, looking into his coffee cup as if it might hold all the answers.I walk deeper into the room. "Just in time, breakfa
-Isabella-I'm face to... well... back... Muscly back of a tall, dark-haired man.That is not my brother-in-law.My steps falter.It can't be...I stand there in the middle of the kitchen, my phone clutched in my hand so hard that the edges are digging into my skin.The man is still humming, unaware of my presence as he makes himself a... well, something...My heart is thudding in my chest. I should leave.
-Isabella-I glance away from Damian to look at the Hurricanes as Melody speaks up. I nod. I look back at Damian."It was nice meeting you. I'll see you around." I say and start to leave.He takes a long step toward me and grabs my wrist, stopping me."Give me your phone number at least..." he says, and his brown eyes hold a hint of vulnerability.I shake my head, "I'm sorry..." I pull my wrist out of his hold and start to walk away."Bella..." he calls out to me, but I don't turn back toward him.I don't need this. Romance and hooking up would







