Chapter 1:
Bella's POV
Walking in the Starbucks on the upside of town, and immediately frowned. There was a line it it was, and it was long. I got behind a tall red-head that looked like she walked here from the walk of shame. Her fiery red locks scream 'sex'. Her green halter top wasn't even zipped up all the way up in the back. Her left heel that wrapped around the ankle wasn't buckled. I guess she heard me stop behind her, because she turned looked me up and down while sporting her bitch brow. Now I can understand why she is on the walk of shame instead of waking up to breakfast in bed.
Slowly the line moved, the redhead is now ordering her fat free coffee. I felt someone walk up behind me, and let out an exasperated sigh. The barista handed the redhead her coffee, she nodded without saying 'thank you'. Rude.
Before I could step up to the counter, a tall man in a suit step up to the counter in front of me. The suit he is wearing is Armani, clearly he is an arrogant rich guy. Great. He just started talking to her like I wasn't even there. "I'll take a large coffee black with-" He cut off by my lightly tapping on his shoulder.
He turned to stare at me, anger flashing in green eyes. Even looking so scary, he was easily the most beautiful man I have ever seen. His wild unruly bronze hair all over the place on top of his head. Square jaw line that I just want to run my tongue along, a perfectly imperfect nose with a very slight hump on the bridge of it. Pinks lips I want to suck and nibble on.
Snap out of it, this guy is a jerk. He just cut in line, and then he looks mad at me for stopping him from ordering. Who does that? "What?" he snapped at me. Now I'm too mad to enjoy his smooth velvet voice.
"Excuse me?"
"You tapped my shoulder, can you not control yourself."
"I tapped you because, I was next in line then you rudely cut in front of me."
"What are you in second grade?" He sneers at me.
"No, but apparently you missed that day in second grade when they teach you to wait your turn."
"As fun as arguing with a crazy woman in a coffee shop, but I'm late to a very important meeting."
"Well so am I,"
"I'm sure mines is more important."
"Why because you have a $1500 Armani suit, $500 black Croco Embossed Patent Leather Oxford shoes. Or is it the $50,000 Cartier watch on your wrist that me you better than me?"
"You think I'm going to give you praise for knowing a couple expensive things, That could just make you a money hungry gold digger."
"Trust me I don't want a dime from you, now if you'll excuse me I need to get my coffee." I said pushing him out of my way, and stepping up to the counter. I didn't even realize that we had gained the attention of everyone in the place with our argument. A normal situation I would be bright red embarrassed but right now I'm too mad to be. I look at the shocked barista, "Can I get a caramel Frappuccino, extra caramel and whipped cream and a Spinach & Feta breakfast wrap. Please?" I said to her sweetly. She just nod her head without saying a word, she turns and works on my order.
Moments later she set my Frappuccino on the counter and a small brown. "That will be seven fifty,"
"Ok," I pull my wallet out of my purse, and then get me platinum American express and hand it to her. She swipes it, and hands it back.
"There is a spoon and, napkins in the bag." She smiled pushing the bag closer to me.
"Thank you," I smiled getting me bag pushing past the sexy jerk, and walking to my meeting.