Chapter Ten
Months had past since Isabella started officially dating Paul. She never thought she would be as happy as she was. She got along with Paul's mother and sister, even went on shopping trips with them.
Paul spoiled Isabella, much to her protests. He bought her a new phone and helped her get her own ride. She chose a Kia Soul in yellow and convertible. It made going places on her own much easier. Currently, she was on her way to Paul's club to apply for the new waitressing job.
She parked her car, locked it up and headed inside. It was much different during the day. It was quiet and you could see the elaborate furnishings.
"Oh, Isabella. Glad you're here. Right on time. Come, have a seat." Rose said looking up from her folder on the bar.
"Hey, Rose. So, what do I need to fill out?"
"Just this tiny form. Gives me permission for a background check and drug tests." She slid a paper to Isabella. "Now, any waitressing experience?"
" Yeah. I worked at Jim Bill's since I moved here. Mainly weekends."
"Great. How are you with hands on guys who like to touch?"
"I've only had a few do that. All I do is whisper to them that I know how to nail their dick to a stump and set it on fire. Usually works every time."
Rose laughed. "Never heard that one. Well, I know you are dating Paul, but do know that won't get you any special treatment."
"I totally understand. I won't use that to my advantage." Isabella finished filling out the paper and handed it back to Rose.
"Alright. Sit tight. I'll go run this and come back to let you know." Rose hopped off the stool and went to her office in the back.
Isabella checked her phone while she waited. She opened her messages at the sight of Paul's newest text.
*What U doin baby girl?*
*Sitting ur club waiting on Rose to finish my background checks*
*Don't worry. U will get the job. I'll meet u there l8r 2night*
*OK. C u then*
She locked her phone and looked up to see Jacob staring at her. "Want to put your eyes back in your head? I'm not a oogle session."
"Sorry." Jacob turned his head back to his task. "Would you like a drink?" He mumbled.
"No. I'm fine. I have to drive later."
"Alright, Isabella. Your check came back clean. You can start tonight. Here are the rules. You get one freebie a night. No more than three from customers who offer. No drug use any time on the job and don't come to work high or anything. You will only work VIP section when told to and you will serve that one section all night unless told other wise. Got everything?"
Isabella nodded. "Got it. What should I wear?"
"Oh, yeah. Follow me and we will get you a outfit."
Isabella followed Rose to her office. In the corner she had a locker with several outfits in it. "What size are you up top?"
"A medium."
"The tops fit snug so as to not get hung on corners or what have you. What about bottoms?"
"I'd say a size 3."
"Alright then. Here are three sets. Make sure to keep them clean. If you should need a new one just let me know." Rose smiled as she handed the suits over.
The tops were a red spaghetti strap with sequins and the bottoms were black mini skirts with a sequin fringe around the bottom.
"Oh, also we require black hose and either black or red heels."
"Got it. What time should I be here?"
"I'd say about five so that way you can get to know the others and get your stuff together for opening at eight."
" Okay. See you then." Isabella left the office and made her way out of the club. She unlocked her car as soon as she walked up, put her suits in the passenger seat and cranked the car. She drove to Paul's place to clean up.
She began staying with him last month after a late night. She had a few things there, but almost everything was still at Sam and Emily's. She enjoyed being at Paul's. She could do as she pleased, not that she couldn't at Emily's, but she just felt better at Paul's.
She parked in the driveway of Paul's two story house and gathered her things. She unlocked the door, put her purse on the hall table and headed upstairs. Paul was out with Sam taking care of some kind of business. She used her time alone to get a long shower. She wanted to make sure she looked perfect for her new job. She sent a quick text to Paul letting him know she was at his place before starting the shower.
Once she warmed the water, she turned on her iPod and stripped her clothes. The feel of the hot water felt good on her body. She spent her time scrubbing her hair with her shampoo Phillipa gave her and washing her body with her Japanese cherry and apple blossom body wash. She made sure to shave her legs and under arms before rinsing off. Once she was done, she dried off, wrapped in her bathrobe and walked to the bedroom.
She had a vanity set up with her different products. She began putting her cocoa butter lotion all over then applied cream to her face. She blow dried her hair then use the curling wand to fix it. She curled it all and pinned half of it up in a messy style. Next she laid out her makeup she was going to use. She carefully applied her base then powder. She applied a light blush and smokey eye shadow. She finally got to use her new colored eyeliner in ruby red. Finally she completed the look with red lip gloss.
Once she was satisfied, she began to dress. She chose her black lace strapless bra and matching bottoms the slipped her black thigh highs on, securing them to her garter belt. Rose was right when she said the outfit fit snug. It wasn't an uncomfortable snug though, which made Isabella happy. She slipped into her black leather stilettos and sprayed her new perfume on.
She checked the time. 4:00. Perfect. She made sure her curler was unplugged before she left her room. She grabbed her jacket and purse and locked up. Climbing in her car, she smiled. She was happy to be working again.
The night was off to a good start for Isabella. She met the girls, learned her duties and received her apron and tray. She had only been working three hours and already had made a good chunk of tips.
"Isabella, I need you to take over Paul's VIP box. He's in Box 3. Can you take care of it?" Rose asked a little flushed.
"I got it. Don't worry about it, Rose." Isabella winked and walked towards the stairs leading to the VIP section.
As she walked in, she seen Paul surrounded by tall men in suits and he was sitting my a blond man. When they noticed her walk in, they all stopped talking.
"Just because a lady walks in doesn't mean you fellows have to quit talking." She flashed a smile. "I'm Isabella and I'll be your waitress. What can I get you handsome men?"
Each one gave her their order one at a time thankfully. She gave Paul a wink before heading to the bar.
"Jacob, I need a hefty order, babe."
"What you got for me, girl?"
"Patron and Sprite for Paul, of course. Two patron on the rocks, a double Bourbon, a Jack on the rocks and a Crown and coke."
"Ah come on now. Make it tough for me, sugar."
Isabella watched as Jacob's skills went into action. He made each drink perfectly and placed them on the tray. She gave him a thank you and headed back up.
"Well, well, the lady is back in record time. What did you say your name was, darlin?" The blonde man asked.
"Isabella. Here is your Patron on the rocks." She handed him the glass.
"The name is Jasper Whitlock." He winked.
"Pleasure." She smiled and walked to the back of the room to give the other drinks out.
She couldn't help but hear the conversation Paul had with Jasper.
"Paulie, the shipment is good. How many times have I let you down?"
"None, Jasper. Just some of the guys on the street are saying the drug is no good. I can't help but raise question when I have so many telling me."
"Try it out for yourself. You will see. This shipment is much better. My guys done some tweaking."
"I'll try it out later. Like I said, I don't doubt you."
Isabella's heart sank. Her boyfriend was a drug dealer and user? How could she not know that? She walked out of the room and went back to the floor. The rest of her night she kept her emotions in check. She didn't want Paul to know she was hurt.
At the end of the night, she done her end of shift clean up. While she was helping the other girls sweep and stack chairs on the tables as they were cleaned, she felt someone come up behind her.
"Bella, I'll be home in an hour or so. Go ahead and get settled for bed. I'll see you there." Paul whispered in her ear and kissed her cheek.
"Okay, Paulie. See you there."
She went back to her cleaning and once done, sat at the bar and counted out her tips.
"How much on your first night?" Melanie asked from beside her.
"$167."
"Damn. Not bad. Being your first night. If you done that good I'm sure the other nights will be better." Melanie smiled.
"Hope so." Isabella and Melanie walked to the back and clocked out, grabbing their things out of their locker.
Isabella put the tips in her purse and dug out her keys. Her and Melanie said their goodbyes and parted ways at their vehicles. Before she climbed in, she hears voices from the far end of the parking lot. She walked around her car and saw Paul standing beside Jasper at his car. She couldn't help but notice him put his hand to his nose. She knew exactly what that meant.
She quickly got in her car and cranked it up. She drove to Paul's with tears streaming down her face. Once there, she threw it in park, turned it off and ran inside. She stripped her clothes as soon as she got into her room. She washed her face, which was streaked with mascara and eyeliner. She changed into her PJs and went to kitchen and sat at the bar.
Thirty minutes later she hear the truck pull up. She prepared herself for what would happen next.
"Bella, I'm home."
"Kitchen."
Paul walked in, a smile on his face at the sight of her. He gave her a kiss before sitting down.
"How was your first night? I do have to say I'm proud of your demeanor in the VIP room."
"Why didn't you tell me?" Her voice was low.
"Tell you what, baby girl?"
"You know what. I heard the conversation between you and that Jasper guy. Why didn't you tell me you dealt drugs?"
"Shit." Paul sighed. "Look, I've been dealing with it since I was a teen. It's part of my job as a high name mob guy. Its nothing."
"Really? Nothing? I seen you by the car. I know what you done. How could you? Knowing what caused Edward to beat the hell out of me." She stood up from the bar and headed upstairs.
"Isabella! Wait." Paul chased after her. "Listen to me."
"What, Paul?"
"Its part of my business, dealing drugs. And occasionally I do them. What I do with my shit isn't any of your business."
"You're right, its not, but when I have to find out over eavesdropping that my new boyfriend deals the shit that cause my ex boyfriend to beat me and go all mad man, the I think I have a right to be pissed."
"Look, I was doing this long before you came in the picture. I'm not going to stop doing what I want just because you say. Its not my fault all that shit happened to you."
Isabella was seeing red. "Fine, do whatever the hell you want. You're right. I accepted the fact that your a second in the mob, I accepted that you killed a few people, but you never told me that you done and dealt drugs. The one thing I absolutely hate. Your a bastard. Either you stop doing them or I'm done. And I'm not asking. I'm telling you."
Paul reared his hand back and slapped her. "Don't you ever tell me what to do. If you don't like the shit, then get the hell out of my house!"
Isabella held her cheek, staring in shock at Paul. Tears slid down her face. "Fine. I'll go. But I won't be back."
She threw her shoes and jacket on and grabbed her purse before storming out. She took off down the road to Sam and Emily's. She left the car there since he had bought it. She couldn't stop crying. He hit her. He said he would never lay hands on her in anger.
She ignored the calls from him the entire time. When she got to her cousin's, she knocked on the door. She stood there until she came face to face with Sam.
" Isa? What's wrong, sweetheart?"
"Paul...he hit me."
"What? Get in here. What happened?" Sam pulled her in and sat her on the couch. "Em."
"What is...Isa? What happened?"
"Paul hit her."
"What? Why?"
Isabella went through the story for Sam and Emily. She couldn't stop the tears that kept falling.
"Shit. He knows better. I'll have a talk with him. You stay here tonight. Em, get her settled in." Paul kisses Isabella's head before Emily took her.
Isabella laid in her bed, upset and hurt. Could she ever forgive him for doing something that took her almost forever to get over?
* * A/N: hope you like it. Next chapter will be Paul's POV of this chapter. and the chapters look like they will be getting longer as well :) reviews! Pwease?! * *