𝐋𝐨𝐯𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐚 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐥 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐜𝐚𝐧 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥 𝐢𝐭
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Book 1
She's perfect. Perfect family. Perfect friends. Perfect life.
That's what the people believe.
That every celebrity is perfect, when in reali...
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"You can go to sleep you know," Bella says, getting comfortable under my arm."I will once you do." I tell her. Without saying another word she holds out her pinky towards me.
Huh?
It takes me a moment to realize before I connect my finger with hers. The promise.
A few minutes later her body goes limp, relaxing into my own. I carefully grab the tv remote and turn off the tv.
I pull Bella a little closer to me so the dogs can have "their spot" on the bed without laying on top of her.
I shift so I'm laying on my back, a pillow behind my head, and my left arm securely wrapped around Bella's body, holding her close.
I gently push away a stray strand of hair and try to bury the temptation of kissing her head.
I'm fucked. I'm actually fucked.
I know I can't deny it nor can I hide it. Fuck, anyone with eyes and some common sense would be able to figure that out.
"What are you doing to me?" I whisper drifting off to sleep.
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I wake up to an empty bed and the smell of hot food. I sit up, wiping the sleep out of my eyes I look at the clock; 7:32. I walk back to my room and change into a pair of grey sweatpants and a white tank top.
Walking down the stairs I can hear Bella talking to who I assume are the dogs. Before I met her I was convinced dogs can't understand English but, now that I've met Bella, I'm not so sure.
"Ok, cool, so you're no help." Bella decides, putting down a cook book. "Need some help?" I ask coming up behind her. She turns around, "Unless you speak Spanish, no."
"And you need to know Spanish why?" I ask. Bella picks back up the cook book and hands it to me.
"Because my mother thinks that just because she has a great great, great, great grandmother, from Spain that means she needs to have anything and everything in the Spanish language." She complains, "and that wasn't enough?" I ask, pointing at the large portions of eggs, bacon, and fruit.
"Well technically yes. But, you take forever to wake up and I was bored." Bella tells me, "you could've woke me up." I tell her. If she wanted me to get up with her I would; I'm fucking wiped and she doesn't even feel the same.
She shrugs, "you were tired, plus, the dogs needed a walk and I had to go get milk for Matt." Bella tells me. "Geez Bella, when did you wake up?"
"Like 6:00" she says that like it's normal. I can barely function at eight in the morning, six? No chance.
"So you walked the dogs, got milk, and make food in a hour and a half?" "Yeah, pretty much."
"That's not safe Bella." It's not that I think she can't stand up for herself, its that men are fucking creeps that would do anything to get a pretty girl like Bella in their bed.
"Relax, I do things by myself all the time." She assures me, but behind that sweet smile and bright blue eyes I can see that she isn't totally happy about that.
"Don't look at me like that." Bella tells me. "Like what?"
