Perfect Stranger- Prologue
BPOV
"Four more vodka shots…" I moaned at the bartender, not bothering to say please because of the banging pain in my head and my general rudeness.
"Coming right up." He smiled at me, giving me time to leer over his appearance.
His dark brown hair was cropped short, making his eyes almost completely black, if that were possible. He had a toned chest which looked completely mouth-watering, in a white wife-beater and he had a small bulge in the front of his black jeans, which grew when he caught me looking at it.
His mouth, slightly curved up at the side, showed humour.
"I'm Jacob." He held out his hand for me to shake.
"Isabella-bella is my name." I sang, holding out my own hand, palm facing down, but making no move to shake his.
"Nice to meet you, Isabella." Jacob kissed my hand lightly before pouring vodka into four shot glasses quickly.
"My name is Bella." I spoke coldly, frowning.
"Okay, Bella." He laughed while I poured the vodka shots down my throat in turn.
"Having a bad day?" Jacob asked, serving another customer but talking to me at the same time.
"What makes you say that?" I replied, leaning forward, giving anyone behind the bar a spectacular view of my cleavage.
I tried to hide my laugh with a cough when Jacob was lost for words after staring, like a blind man seeing for the first time, at my tits.
"See something you like?" I teased, giggling slightly when a light blush tinted his tanned cheeks.
"To answer your first question, I guessed you were having a bad day because as of those last four shots, you have drunk over 1 litre and a half and you have been here for about half an hour."
Now it was my turn to blush.
"And to answer your other question, maybe I do, maybe I don't." He winked at me and walked over to the opposite side of the bar, his bulge growing with every step.
Licking my lips, I grabbed the bright red lipstick which I carried around with me constantly, and wrote a quick note on a napkin with it.
Hoping that I didn't get the wrong impression from him, I started walking towards the restrooms, passing Jacob on the way and sliding the napkin into his back pocket, and then stumbling the rest of the way to the door with the tiny, stick person on it. But obviously not before getting a good feel of his ass when I put the serviette next to it.
Pushing the door to a cubicle open, I slid inside and locked it hurriedly.
I thought about what I had written down and started to worry.
Was I being too subtle?
Was I not being subtle enough?
Saying, 'My place or yours?' with a winking smiley at the end seemed obvious enough. I would have understood it if I were him.
"You can do this Bella, you can do this…" I whispered quietly to myself, willing the water in my eyes not to overflow.
Honestly, the only reason I was doing this was because of James Witherdale.
He cheated on me because I wasn't giving him everything he so-called needed. In other words, I wouldn't have sex with him, so he had sex with someone else.
Regularly.
I was tired of being a virgin and not living for the moment.
So this was me- living for the moment.
Before going out to change the rest of my life, I pulled the top of my dress down slightly and rolled my eyes.
Boys would be boys- might as well give them something to look at.
Walking out of the cubicle, I found myself in someone's arms.
I looked up and noticed that the someone had turned out to be a bronze-haired, green-eyed vision of perfection.
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