All Chapters of CRAVING ISABELLA: Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

HARDINI lean back against the hood of my car, my eyes fixated on the glass door. When it finally opens, my heart does that annoying thud it does only for her.She's clutching her phone, staring around until her eyes spot me, leaning against my car. Gosh! I've missed her. I soak in her appearance, trying to memorize every detail I've been without. She's wearing shorts and a simple shirt that's cropped enough to reveal her belly button."Hardin," she smiles faintly, as she approaches me. "Chloe is tired of you and your brother always finding a way to disrupt our time. What's up?" She asks.I frown. I'm confused. What's up? That's it? Where's the hug? Where's the kiss and the I miss you speech I've longed for? Why is she even standing that far away? I mean... the distance is a lot. There's a solid four feet of empty pavement between us."I missed you," I say, watching her face and she freaking nods. "What? Aren't you going to say you missed me back?" "What?" She laughs. "Do I need to s

ISABELLANoah just tilts his head, his dark-blue eyes scanning the room until they land on me. "Is that right?" He swipes a hand through his long damp hair, sending a few stray droplets onto the floor."I am not jealous," I repeat. I look at the floor, then at the wall, then at Trisha... anywhere but Noah's eyes. "I just... I came here to talk to you about something important. I didn't realize you were occupied."Trisha gets up from the bed. "Occupied? Please. Noah hasn't touched me all night. He called me over to help him pick out a watch for your little dinner date tonight," She winks at me. "He's been a total saint. Boring, actually."Noah looks at Trisha and jerks his head toward the door. "Get out, Trisha.""Fine, fine. I can tell when I'm the third wheel." She grabs her bag from the floor, brushing past me with a smirk. Is she wearing his shirt home? As she reaches the door, she pauses and looks back at me. "No. My clothes are downstairs. And seriously, Bella. The 'boyfriend' e

NOAHI hate it here. I hate dinners like this. I can't stand it. I can't stand them. It starts with the way the dining room looks. It feels like a tomb. It's too bright, too white and it smells like herbs.The next irritating thing is Hardin who's now preening across from me. Beside him, the blonde is a perfect little doll. She's exactly the kind of girl our parents can digest. The old man sits at the head of the table like a king. He doesn't touch his wine. He just watches Isabella. After what seems like an eternity, he finally starts."So, Dianne, tell me more about your family. I believe your father is in the private equity?"Dianne sits up straighter. "Yes, Mr. Hawkins. He's a senior partner at Blackwood & Associates. My mother is currently chairing the gala for the Children's Hospital.""Incredible," Diva says, now clinking her fork against her plate. "Wow, honey. Such an amazing girl from a good family. It’s so refreshing, Kol. Truly."Then, the predator turns his head. The old

ISABELLA "So these very good-looking guys are your boyfriend's? It's a pleasure to finally meet them." Chloe doesn't stop staring at the two guys. Derek looks at me and raises a brow. "Do I want to know what she means?" "They are not my boyfriend's," I mutter, sighing and taking Chloe's hand in mine. "Chloe, this is Chase," I point towards Chase. "He's the nice one. The other one is Derek. He can be nice when he wants to be." I smile. "Guys, this is Chloe. My best friend." They exchange Hello's and before Chloe gets a chance to start acting weird, I walk forward and take the first pizza box. "I asked you a question, didn't I? Was that Noah?" Chloe looks at me. I don't even understand what she means. She knows how Noah looks like. Why the rhetorical question? Knowing her, and the way she won't drop this unless I answer, I nod. "Yes. That's him. Why are you asking?" "Because he looks calmer? I don't know... he doesn't look menacing. Plus he's..." Chloe shakes her head. She then

ISABELLAMy last class for the day has just ended and my brain feels like mush. Let's not talk about trying to keep up with the professor who was droning on and on. It was work. While I was listening and assimilating what he was saying, another part of my head was thinking about Hardin, and the other part, my parents, and then the safest part was focused on Noah. I don't know how I can divide my thoughts at the same time but it's freaking me out. I gather my books, shoving them into my bag, and head outside. Derek isn't here but Chase is, leaning against a brick pillar near the entrance. I glance at my wristwatch, the same one Noah gifted me, and I can't stop the sigh."It's late for work," I say to Chase, who's scrolling through his phone, probably on some betting app or checking scores. He turns to look at me, blinking like he's just realized I'm standing there."Work?"I nod. "Yes. I'm supposed to work double shifts and if I don't, I don't get the money for the week. Where's Dere