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

-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

-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

-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- 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- "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