Author's Note: Hey guys! Do you remember when I said that I might upload two chapters that week? Well...that idea went to shit. It's been about a month since I uploaded anything.

But before you grab your pitchforks and form an angry mob, you should read chapter four because I think you'll like it.

Also, make sure to review because it's cold outside and reviews are so cuddly. :)

Oh! And I almost forgot to tell you all how much Isabella is loving the hate mail (reviews) you keep sending. I take so much pleasure in reading them to her.

xxxx

-Jilly

Phil's POV

Phil jerked awake to the sound of someone pounding heavily against his bedroom door. He lifted face from his tear stained pillow and sat up, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

"Phil? Have you stopped crying yet? I could hear you blubbering like a baby all night long."

Phil winced at the shrill voice that floated in through his door. He collapsed back against his pillow and grimaced. The sound of Isabella in the morning was like waking up to an alarm clock that could not be turned off. Her presence alone brought reality crashing back over him like a bucket of ice water.

Dan was gone forever and he was sharing his apartment with a psychopath.

"Phil! Open up the door!" Isabella hissed.

He sat up again and pulled a pair of sweats on over his boxers. Then he grabbed a t-shirt from his closet and shrugged it over his head. He shuffled over to his door and flung it open, revealing the person he was least eager to see that morning.

"What do you want Isabella?" he growled.

She flipped a ringlet of her blonde hair before placing her manicured hands on his shoulders and pulling him close. "Oh Phil, I think you know exactly what I want."

He could hear the smirk in her voice as she spoke and he gagged. He removed her hands from their position on his shoulders and pushed her away.

"Go away." he said.

"But Phil, Dan is gone and now you have to keep up your end of the bargain."

Phil rubbed the space between his eyebrows in aggravation and then stopped because even that small movement had made him think of Dan.

"May I stroke your glabella?" Dan asked as he read off questions from their fans.

"What's a glabella?" Phil replied. He looked over Dan's shoulder as they searched for the answer on google.

"A glabella is the space between the eyebrows and above the nose," read Dan.

No. He had to stop thinking about Dan. It was the only way he would be able to get through this.

"Surely you remember the bargain Phil? I get Dan to leave your flat and you cooperate with me." said Isabella.

"I know." Phil barked petulantly. "I remember the deal."

"Good." Isabella smiled. "And you were such a great little actor too. We totally had him convinced that you loved me."

"I know."

"Even I would have been convinced that you loved me," she sighed, "but sadly it was all just a show because you wanted him out of your flat. You must have really hated having him around."

"Isabella, you know exactly why I didn't want him here."

"Yeah, I know. You didn't want him to be around me where I could hurt him easier because you're head over heals in love with him, blah blah bla-"

"Exactly." Phil snapped.

"But can't a girl pretend?"

"No."

"Well that's too bad because your feelings for him are unrequited. Dan will never love you back Phil, so all you've got is me."

"Because of a deal."

"Yes because of our deal where you cooperate in a relationship with me and have sex with me as often as I want." she smirked.

"No, because of a deal where I have to pretend to be in a relationship with you in public while I let you rape me behind closed doors so that you won't kill Dan."

Isabella frowned and stepped closer to Phil. "That wasn't a very nice way to put it."
"It was the truth."

"Do you know why I'm doing this Phil?"

"Yes I know. You've told me before."

"And I'm going to tell you again so that you won't forget." she growled. "I'm doing this because-"

"Because your my biggest fan."

"Yes. Because I'm your biggest fan."

Author's note: So what did you guys think? Are you hating Isabella yet? Hehe.

Oh and if you got that Misery reference there at the end I'll love you forever.

Ok so time for the end of the chapter death threat!

If you don't review his week... I'll personally bake you into a Christmas pudding!

Thank you Dickens for the pudding idea. I'm too American to come up with Christmas pudding by myself.

-Jilly