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All Chapters of The Hurricanes: After the Kiss: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

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Chapter 1- Birthday Celebration

-Isabella- Another shot down. Another smile. Another chuckle. Two of my friends, Melody Judd and Alexandra Brewer, dragged each other to the dance floor and were now dancing together in the middle of the crowded space. Their movements were perfectly imperfect. Something you don't even have to practice to achieve. They just did it. Their bodies followed the music. Around them, people couldn't find the beat if it hit them in the head, but Alexandra and Melody did not care in the slightest. They ruled the dance floor and effortlessly captivated everyone's attention. From my spot in the booth, I watched Melody and Alexandra, while the rest of our group, Vanessa DeClement, Noelle Jaxon, Lesley Storm, and I remained seated.

Chapter 2- Let's dance

-Isabella- The night carries on, and my inhibitions get lowered by the alcohol I've ingested in the mere hours we've been at the club. I am still sitting at the booth with the other members of the Hurricanes as Alexandra and Melody approach us. "The four of you look like spinsters," Alexandra muses with a glint in her eyes as she grabs my wrist and tugs me out of the booth. "C'mon, let's dance," She coaxes gently, looking at the others as she starts pulling me toward the dance floor. Everything happens so suddenly, she grips my hand, and I am suddenly yanked to my feet. She starts toward the dance floor. What neither of us predicted w

Chapter 3- Green Eyes

-Damian- I tip my tumbler up and drain the Scotch from it in one long gulp, letting the liquid burn its way down my chest. Despite having spent the last four years frequenting Outer Heaven, I still didn't understand what in the world possessed Adam Barclay to open this place up. He was not living in New York. He didn't even visit it. Yet, the club made him rich. It made him filthy rich. Bastard. Somehow, the place that reeked of sweat, puke and, alcohol is the it spot for those who were twenty-one years old and up. Hell, it's the it spot even to those pretend-adults. The one

Chapter 4- Bribe?

-Damian- I wipe my hand down my chest, straightening my white button-down shirt, and exhale a long breath. It's a desperate attempt to collect myself. I'm walking in the direction where I saw her from the VIP section. I glance around, and when I catch a glimpse of her, my feet betray me. I stop in my tracks. I watch her dance and laugh with the girl in a low bun. My mouth parts and dries from the sight alone. I shake my head to snap myself out of this haze. I should head back up the stairs. I must head back to Ezra. The others will be here soon. I take a slow, measured step back toward the stairs. Before I can make a beeline toward my friend, however, my legs carry me toward her. "Mind if I borrow your frie

Chapter 5- Happy Birthday

-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

Chapter 6- Too close to home

-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.

Chapter 7- Breakfast

-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

Chapter 8- I do not want to be a burden.

-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.

Chapter 9- VIP

-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?"

Chapter 10- The Dress

-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, and pointedly ignoring Lesley's comment."Such an expensive thing, it's supposed to not only look good, but also sing at my command.""How are you even able to afford this?" Alexandra asks bluntly, and the other girls freeze.I ignore their reactions and reach backwards to unzip the dress."Mark was generous enough to set up this appointment and pay

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