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Chapter 14
Bella POV
"Hey." He says simply from somewhere behind me, but I don't turn to face him. He walks around me until he is right in my line of vision. He stuffs his hands into his pockets and lets his green eyes greedily scan my body from head to toe.
"You have a staring problem." I'm being a bitch, and I can't seem to help it.
"I explained to you what you are to me so that this very thing wouldn't happen." He reaches an arm out and grabs my hand, spinning me to the side so that he could get a full look at me in all my mini dress and high-heeled glory. I allow him to assess me. There's no harm in looking right?
"God damn! You look exceptional, Princess." His eyes linger on my legs and my ass and of course, I allow it. In my experience, guys don't appreciate my ass half as much as they appreciate my boobs, which is a pity because I have a fantastic ass.
I tug my arm away and clear my throat. "You followed me out here."
"I saw you, I wanted you, I came to you. And when you're ready, I'll take you. What part of what I have said to you over the past few weeks do you not understand?"
"All of it. I don't understand you at all. What part of I don't want you, don't you understand?"
He smirks at my words, and I can see that narrowed all-knowing look in his eyes that tells me he knows something.
"Tell me this. Why all the trouble to make me jealous?"
"Jealous? You think I-" I laugh it off, even though I'm freaking out inside. "Wow! You think too highly of yourself Prince Charming."
His brows lift practically into his hairline. "You deny it."
"You bet your ass I deny it. I don't need to make you jealous."
He looks satisfied with what I've said, and with a nod he shrugs off the comment. "Good."
"Good." I repeat, hating the thought of allowing him the final word.
"If you're not trying to make me jealous then you must really like him which means I have to kill him."
"What?" My eyes practically bug out of my head, and I frantically search for a way to backtrack. I don't know him well enough to know if he's joking or not.
He shrugs like it's nothing. "I have to kill him." He takes a step forward, and I step in front of him, my hands on his chest pushing him.
"No, wait, listen, okay! Okay, you got me! I was trying to make you jealous. I don't like Mike at all. I-"
I stop short when I hear him laughing, and I look up with a glare deadly enough to set him in flames.
"I'm only kidding Bella. Fuck, did you think I'm with the mafia or something?"
"You! Ass!" I shove him, and he falters back a step but continues to laugh.
"By the way, Princess, I don't get jealous."
I roll my eyes at him. "Good to know."
"If you want my attention, find another way to get it."
"I wasn't-"
"Don't lie to me, Bella!" It's the sternest I've ever heard his voice, and it stops me in my tracks. He takes a breath. "There's no reason to try to make me jealous. I'm yours."