All Chapters of The Hurricanes: After the Kiss: Chapter 41 - Chapter 50

-Damian-The night came to an end. The restaurant lights flickering behind us as I led Elizabeth toward the restaurant exit. Elizabeth walked next to me with her hand curled around my bicep like a lady she is. Her shoulders are relaxed, chin tipped up just so, and lips carrying the hint of that soft satisfaction. Like a true heiress, aware that she has won something. I don't look at her. I don't give her the satisfaction of meeting my gaze. Because no matter how much she thinks she has won tonight, I couldn't help but want to jump out of my skin. At her voice. At her touch. At that victorious smile.Before I could think better of it, I opened the passenger door for her, like a gentleman I was raised to be. She smiled, getting into the passenger seat and getting comfortable. To her getting comfortable meant sitting like a poised little heiress. Back straight. Arms folded neatly in her lap. Closing the door I nodded to the valet in greeting and got into the car. I started driv

-Isabella- I was sound asleep when a loud buzzing rattled my bed and my chest. I woke up panicked and disoriented thinking we were having a fucking earthquake. I rubbed the sleep out of my eyes only to realize that it was actually my phone. Blinking rapidly, the screen lighting up the whole room. I’d fallen asleep hugging it to my chest after Damian didn’t answer my call, and me, thinking that he will call me right back or shoot me a text soon, I hadn’t let go of it not even during my slumber that I’d fallen under, unaware that Damian won’t be calling me tonight at all. With my one eye closed and the other one squinting at my phone I could discern that the screen of my phone was lit up with an upcoming call with an ‘unknown number’ stated as caller ID. I swallowed hard and swiped right on the ‘accept call’. “Hello?” I said quietly into the phone’s speaker, fearing the worst. “Bella! AYYY!” the voice called out and I was in disbelief. No way. I sat up quickly in my bed, the blank

-Isabella- My words may have been harsh but they had to have been said. We had started threading through dangerous ground with this whole relationship. There is a slight possibility that we haven’t done anything wrong and that maybe I was simply on the edge from my argument with my sister and Mark. Regardless, having Ezra with us in the same car, Damian calling me from his number was already a dangerous situation. There were way too many lies woven through our whole relationship and it is just a matter of time before they get uncovered. At one point, we are adults. We decide our own fates and lives. We are responsible for it all. There is no need to be worried. But I wouldn’t want Damian to lose his best friend and that the people around us start feeling like they can’t trust us because we hid a secret from them. I glanced at Damian who had now fallen asleep and I smiled softly. I made sure to focus on the drive, shifting my eyes away from Damian to the road. Soon enough, I pulle

-Damian-“You hit me!” Ezra snapped at me, wounded and in pain, clutching the side of his head. My eyes were wide in shock. I looked him over noticing that he was wearing the jeans from yesterday and a white tank-top, probably what was under his button down. “What the fuck are you doing in my apartment?” I barked right back, just as incredulous. “What are you t–” He started to say, rubbing his temple, but as he looked around he was met with floor-to-ceiling windows, bright colors. My taste. Inside of my apartment. He blinked. And then he frowned. “This is your apartment.”“I know this is my apartment.” I deadpanned. “Why are you in it?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest. Ezra looked me over and I remembered that I was standing in only my boxers. But I decided to own it. I am in my own apartment. He should be ashamed that he’s here and sneaking up to me like a damned thief. “Why did you hit me then?!” He snapped.“I thought you were a burglar.” I deadpanned, shrugging my shou

-Isabella- This day was going to be hell. I was so tired, barely able to keep my head up in the office. My mind was constantly drifting toward Damian and Ezra. What had happened after I had left?As I said, I couldn’t focus so besides reading the manuscript I had received that morning. I was also stuck in a loop of constantly checking my phone for new messages. Hoping that at least one of them would be from Damian to assure me that everything had been alright and that he woke up alive and well. Unfortunately, none of them were from Damian and the only ones I’ve been getting were from my sister. I did not look forward to those. Especially due to the fact that they kept coming every fifteen minutes on the dot. They kept making my focus drift from my work to yesterday's argument. Besides, her messages kept varying from calm and collected:‘Isabella, we are sisters. I am sorry for pushing my wishes onto you.’ …To mildly gossipy:‘If you have a boyfriend I think I deserve to know.’…To