Bella’s footsteps echoed against the pavement as she ran to her next destination. Adrenaline still flowed through her veins like a drug, keeping her overly-alert an energized. She grinned, looking at her cell phone; tonight’s prize.
Mr. Desperate certainly thought he had her cornered, but she was neither drunk nor impaired as he’d thought. She didn’t need to drink tonight; her senses were already heightened. “Let’s make a deal,” Mr. Desperate had told her. “A kiss for your phone.” Bella had looked at him as though he’d grown a second head. “How about this deal: you give me my phone and you get to keep your teeth,” Bella had responded. Mr. Desperate had stared at her, doubting that she was much of a threat. He’d only chuckled and wrapped his arm around her, yanking her flush against him. But before he knew it, his arm was twisted behind his back and he could feel Bella’s knee pressed into his lower vertebrae. It was in that moment that Bella snatched her phone and pushed him to the ground, dashing off without a moment’s delay. She grinned and redialed Adam's number now. "Hey, I'm almost at your place. Wanna go somewhere?"
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The night was young and Bella was itching to go dancing again. Restlessness rushed through her veins like adrenaline, making her pace up and down in her bedroom. She couldn’t sit still. She walked to her balcony and stood close to the railing, leaning over as far as it would allow. The wind blew threw her hair and nearby a bird seemed to call to her. She beamed and closed her eyes, taking in the scent of the fresh air, imagining she could fly. She could just about climb onto the railing and soar off into the night sky.
Yet something else was calling to her. She grinned and returned to her apartment, running to her bedroom to get dressed. She’d barely been able to put on her top before hopping out of the apartment, one shoe on her foot, the other in her hand while her fingers worked at the laces. She laughed and finally managed to hop into that shoe. Her landlady peeked her head out of the door just as Bella streaked out into the cool summer night air of Notting Hill. “Where are you going, again?” the older woman inquired. “Out,” Bella said with a grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll be back eventually!” She slid down the railing at the front of the apartment and practically skipped down the street towards the tube station. “Ready or not, London, here I come!” she hollered. Confidence oozed from Bella’s every pore. It was so pungent she could almost smell it. She bravely the guys standing at a corner. An obstruction from her destination. They clearly wanted her in their company, but they were a bore, so she shoved them aside and walked on, making sure to cast a teasing glance over her shoulder. Of course she was all talk and lacked action, but they didn’t know that. Tonight, she felt she could do whatever she wanted. She could walk on air if that’s what it came to. Once she was granted permission, she waltzed into the club and right up to the bar counter. She downed several cocktails, courtesy of anyone who would buy, and she danced the night away. Everything seemed to go in slow motion in the strobe lights. She lost track of all the strangers’ bodies pressed against hers. The amount of groping, bumps, and caresses went beyond her attention span. Oh she could never grow tired of this high feeling. She laughed loudly and unhindered until she grew bored of the club scene and wandered onto the streets. One desperate soul followed, calling after her. But Bella had no time for fools. She pulled out her phone as she continued walking—swaying rather—down the street. She pressed the first number on her phone and listened as it rang and eventually went to voicemail. “Bella? This is Isa…” Laughing loudly, she corrected herself. “I mean Isa? Bella.” More laughter. “Call me, BFF!” As she hung up she immediately made another call, but this time she got an answer. “Adaaam! What’s up? I’m coming over. Byeee!” This time as she hung up, she dropped the phone. But as she bent over to pick up the phone, a larger hand grabbed it first. “Finally,” said Mr. Desperate. “Playing hard to get are you?” “Who says I’m playing?” Bella questioned with a smirk. She faced the tall, admittedly hot, guy and held her hand out. “Give me my phone.” “Come and get it,” the man challenged. And with that, he walked away. (TO BE CONTINUED) |
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