All Chapters of 90 DAYS WITH BELLA.: Chapter 31 - Chapter 40

BELLA’S POV.“I don’t take no for an answer.” The words slipped out before I could stop them. They hung heavy in the air, thick and trembling between us.Alex’s eyes narrowed slightly, and for a second, I saw something flicker behind them, anger or maybe confusion. But he said nothing. He just stood there, silent, unreadable, staring at me like he couldn’t decide whether to walk away or pull me closer.My heart pounded so hard I could feel it in my throat. I wanted him to say something… anything to break the unbearable tension between us. But when he didn’t, I exhaled shakily and stepped back.“Forget it,” I whispered to myself, turning away before he could see the emotion threatening to spill from my eyes.I walked straight to the bathroom, my bare feet brushing against the cold marble floor. I needed to get away from him, from that suffocating silence, from the reminder that no matter how much I tried, he wasn’t going to let me in.The sound of the shower filled the room as I turned

BELLA’S POV.I sat alone in the dimly lit sitting room, the clock ticking louder with every passing second. The house felt heavy, silent, cold, and empty like it was holding its breath. I glanced at the time again and sighed. “Where are you, Alex?” I whispered to myself. It was getting late, and he still hadn’t come home.I rubbed my arms, trying to shake off the uneasiness in my chest. Part of me wanted to give up and go to bed, but something in me refused. I couldn’t sleep, not without knowing he was home safe. Just when I stood up to head upstairs, I heard the distant rumble of a car pulling into the garage. My heart skipped a beat. Finally!I sat back down and waited. A moment later, the front door opened, and Alex stumbled inside. His shirt was halfway untucked, his tie loose around his neck, his eyes hazy and red. The smell of alcohol clung to him. He looked… tired and defeated. Not the confident, controlled Alex I always saw.Before he could crash onto the couch, I flicked on t

ALEX’S POV.I stormed out of the room before she could say another word. The sound of the door slamming behind me echoed through the hall like a gunshot. My blood was boiling and my jaw ached from how hard I was clenching it.I couldn’t believe Bella. Always so damn curious. Always pressing buttons she didn’t even understand. She was getting too close… too fucking close to the one thing I swore I’d never talk about again.I walked fast, my shoes hitting the marble floor like I was stomping on something that deserved it. My head was spinning, my chest tight. I could still hear her voice in my head soft, concerned, dangerous. That tone of hers that made it sound like she cared. Like she saw me. I didn’t want to be seen.By the time I reached the garage, I was shaking. I jumped into my car, slammed the door, and turned the engine on. The sound of the roaring engine almost drowned out the noise in my head. I didn’t even think I just hit the gas.The tires screeched as I pulled out, speedi

ALEX’S POV.“The do not fall in love with me rule,” I said flatly, staring at Bella from where I sat on the edge of the bed. My voice came out rough, still thick from tiredness, and my head pounded faintly from the hangover.Bella, sitting at the foot of the bed with her legs crossed, tilted her head and gave me that mischievous little smile the one that always managed to get under my skin. “I remember the rule,” she said, her tone light and teasing. “But… why are you suddenly reminding me of it now?”I looked at her for a long moment, her hair messy, eyes bright, wearing my shirt like it belonged to her. “Because,” I said finally, my voice low, “you’re making it a little too obvious that you’re falling for me.”Her mouth dropped open slightly before she laughed, a soft, amused sound that filled the room. “Oh, really? I’m falling for you?” she asked, raising an eyebrow.“Yes,” I replied, not smiling. “You are.”She shook her head, the corner of her lips twitching. “You’re wrong. I’m n

BELLA’S POV.I rushed upstairs with my heart still racing, my hands gripping the soft fabric of the last dress I’d tried on the black one Alex had chosen. I couldn’t stop smiling. No matter how hard I tried to play it cool, I was too damn excited. He’d bought me three dresses, three pairs of shoes, and jewelry that probably cost more than my entire car. I sat down on the bed, still holding the dress, and glanced at the time on my phone.“Shit,” I whispered. It was almost time for the gala.I jumped up, tossed the dress gently onto the bed, and ran downstairs. Alex was sitting on the couch, scrolling through his phone like he had no care in the world.“Hey,” I said, slightly breathless. “Are you going to get ready first, or should I go ahead?”He didn’t even look up at me. “You can go first,” he said simply, still focused on his screen.“Okay,” I said, rolling my eyes, but I couldn’t hide my grin.I went back upstairs, took a quick shower, and let the warm water calm me down. My hands