A/N: So after 3 years of reading fanfics on here, I've finally decided to at least attempt to write a story myself. About a month ago I heard a song on the radio called "Hell on Heels" by the Pistol Annies and an idea popped in to my head. On a side note their album is amazing! As for the rating I will keep it at T simply because I don't know if I'm going to take the lemon route. I might or might not have a couple of lemons I just haven't decided. Just don't expect a full description of the goodies. It's not that I'm a prude or anything. It took me forever to write a couple of chapters, imagine how long (and how bad) one of my lemons would be! Haha Let's not worry about that right now… any who... PLEASE leave a review, even if you think this is the worst thing you have ever read!
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"I'm hell on heels, say what you will
I've done made the devil a deal
he made me pretty
he made me smart
i'm gonna break me a million hearts
I'm hell on heels
sugar-daddy i'm coming for you"
Hell on Heels-Pistol Annies
BPOV
"Will you marry me, Bella?" the lovesick fool in front of me asked. I almost missed the all too important question. The angel haired pasta with grilled shrimp scampi had my mind and mouth otherwise occupied. Poor Mike thought that dinner on a boat would just surprise me and soften me up enough to say yes. As soon as I looked down, I regretted it. The six carat oval cut diamond in the middle of a diamond incrusted engagement ring almost made me blurt out a yes. Jim, or Number 3 as I'd like to call him, had the same clichéd boat idea. I mean did all millionaires read from the same lame proposal book? But boy can 3 learn some tips from good 'ole Mike when it came to jewelry. 3 was an amateur when it came to jewelry.
Oh, 3. How I missed his naive mind. 3 thought a a two carat solitaire diamond ring would seal the deal. He said it reminded him of our simple and beautiful relationship. His job kept him away, so he'd lavish me with gifts to make up for his absence, surprise me with spa days when he'd miss lunch dates, and provided me with many shopping sprees whenever I said I missed him. He knew how to make me happy. I loved those days. Love. A concept I hadn't experience in more than 6 years.
I'd given my heart to only one man. He never gave it back. Instead he broke it to the point of being unfixable. I'm unfixable. Forever damaged. He took my love and turned it against me. Number 1, I can't bring myself to say his name, is the reason why I am the way I am. The reason why I use men to get what I want. I feel like I made a deal with the devil to make me irresistible to wealthy men with my charm and charisma. Though I once loved, I will never love again. I will not go through the hurt and heartache again. I will break a million hearts before any man puts their hands on mine.
So it's short and sweet, but it's a start. PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave a review. The more feedback i get the better! Thank you so much for reading.