Filed To Story: Dumped by Scumbag Adored by Billionaire
Flashback:
“What was that lie about?” he was pissed “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to say that but I had to,”
“You had to lie to Isabella of all people about what? Us dating?”
“You don’t get it,” Anabelle defended, “I don’t want Isabella to feel left out. We are a team here and once the two of us get together, Isabella would be the castoff,”
“Isabella doesn’t give a damn if the both of our dates, she said it herself, so why are you doing this?” Pedro was vexed.
“Isabella doesn’t always say the truth, she keeps her emotions bottled up – you of all people should know that,” she gestured at all.
“So what you’re trying to say is that if Isabella is not cool with our relationship, you’re willing to break up with me, is that it?”
“No, that’s not it ….” Anabelle ran her hand through her hair. She inhaled sharply, “Fine, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied,”
“Tell that to Isabella not me,” He said and left.
End of Flashback.
“I know Anabelle like the back of my hand, she can’t miss such an important meeting – especially with you involved – unless she takes her meds. They make her sleepy.”
Or she’s avoiding me, Isabella thought, unknown to Pedro. There was something the two were keeping from her and she would find it out.
“Do you know me like the back of your hand too?” Isabella threw that sudden question at him.
Pedro was stunned by the directness of her question, he shifted uneasily on his seat. For some weird reason, that question made his heart race. What was wrong with him?
“A-hem,” Pedro cleared his throat awkwardly, “No,” he blurted.
Isabella’s expression shifted, where has his damn royalty gone to? He had always been on her side when they were young.
“I can’t read yours because I don’t know if you’re the back or front of my hand,” Pedro laughed – all by himself.
Isabella wasn’t amused at all which made Pedro shut up. He had hoped that somehow this comment would elicit laughter that would clear the awkward tension between them.
“How did the plan go?” Prado changed the topic tactically.
Isabella gave him a long stare before responding, “Jennifer interrupted and things went downhill from there. But the good news, she’s finally out of here,”
“You mean like, left?” Pedro didn’t know what to make of her statement.
“Yes, Niles finally man up and told her to leave but there’s something strange,”
“What is strange?”
“Something seems to be wrong with Jennifer?”
“How so?”
“She hit Neon”
“So?”
“Jennifer doesn’t hit Neon, but she did yesterday. Pedro, I saw the looks in her eyes, she was raving insane,” Isabella told him.
” What were you expecting Isabella? She was frustrated, your father chased her out,” Pedro pointed out.
“You don’t understand, Peddy. Her eyes were murderous, bloodthirsty,”
“Isabella, you’re currently stressed out. You just need to chill a little, have fun, and take your mind off your father, Reina, and Jennifer’s problem for a while.” He opined.
“There’s nothing fun to do…” her eyes suddenly lit up.
Pedro didn’t like this one bit.
“Pedro, get your ass over here,” She smiled.
Pedro groaned. This was not going to end well.
Isabella got off her bed, hurried into the bathroom, and observed her bathing ritual. By the time she was through, Pedro was already downstairs waiting for her.
“What’s that?” his brow raised questioningly at the duffel bag in her grasp.
“Secret,” Isabella smiled at him.
For a moment there, Pedro was struck shocked at the sight. So Isabella could smile this wide, not to talk of how beautiful she looked.
“Pedro,” Isabella snapped her fingers at his face.
“What,” He was awoken from his reverie.
Isabella leaned closer to him and took a sniff, “Did you apply perfume?” She asked, surprised.
Pedro was uncomfortable with her closeness, “Maybe? A little?”
She leaned more closer, straining her head to meet his neck, “What’s the name of the perfume?”
“Why are you so interested in it?” He went red in the face.
“Because I want to,” Isabella insisted.
The more Pedro tried to distance himself from her, the closer Isabella got till he had no choice but to put some distance between them. However, in the process of trying to place his hand on her shoulder, Isabella somehow moved and his hands ended on her breasts.
For a minute, no one moved.
Isabella was stunned, her gaze slowly traveled from his face to his hands still rested on her….
“You son of a biscuit!” She hit him on the head.