well folks here is the next installment of my craziness...

as always i dont own anything i just like playing with them ...

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thank u for all the help and keeping me in check when my periods dams and commas run wild...

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okay well on with the show!

Chapter 5 Bella's Pov…..

Run the world by Beyonce

Me and you by Cassie

Baby Boy by Beyonce

I left the café with an extra pep to my step. I felt his eyes on my ass and made sure to add an extra swing to my hips ensuring that he watched till the last moment. The more he drooled the better. I never once turned around to see his reaction or the state in which I left him in. It just wasn't necessary. All the confirmation I needed to my affect on him was standing in front of me in the form of my to friends. Finally reaching my car and giving them a look that said... cut it the fuck out they looked at me and really lost it. At this point they were both bent over laughing and wiping the tears that were running down their faces.

"Oh my God Bella, really? "Angela said in between bouts of laughter. I watched her try to collect herself only to look over at Jess and start all over again. I really don't see what was so bad about it; I was going easy on him.

"Oh Angie you and I know that once she sets her eyes on someone she will turn their balls blue and have them kissing her ass in no time. This was her first strike. I give him till the end of the week before he's at her door!" snorted Jess.

I looked at them both, kept walking and unlocked my car door. Ignoring the two obnoxious bitches making bets on my sex life, I stood back and enjoyed just looking at my car. Ahhh my car. My pride and joy… almost the love of my car has taken a lot of work and constant hours at the body shop-ordering pieces and restoring it to the beauty sitting in front of me. I have slaved for hours under the hood, getting everything put in and with the help of my dad we got it running and ready for paint in about a month. It took me days to decide the color and interior and after a lot of color samples and shades were thrown at me, I chose a metallic blue and cream colored leather interior with my last name stitched into the seats in the same blue as the paint.

I kept the rest pretty stock but splurged on my sound system I wanted you to hear me a mile away if possible and when I rocked out, all the windows around me shook. Yep, my Barracuda was a beauty and worth every drop of sweat, every tear and every dime spent to make it mine and everyone else's wet dream.

I decided to finally acknowledge the two dimwits, tell them to get in the car so I could drop them off and go back to my apartment to get shit settled. Yesterday the movers had delivered everything to my new condo on Collins Ave. and it was time to get my OCD hiney in gear and get everything put away and organized.

My new pad was 1800 square feet with three bedrooms and a balcony that was facing the water. The cool tropical air that came in through the glass door that led to the balcony is what sold me on the place. I have always loved the smell of the ocean; it reminds me of home and my youth as I played with an adorable little copper haired boy on the beach.

That little boy stole my heart at the tender age of four and just never gave it back. Over the years I've wondered what happened to him and his family. My parents have maintained a friendship with his parents, they even managed to show up to my high school graduation, but him and his siblings were just never seen again. I've asked myself if he remembers me and if he's married with kids. Does his wife treat him well and does she look at him like the sun rises and sets on him, because that's how I looked at him when we were kids.

And even though I'm 23, have a full life with friends that love me and my family that I adore and live for , he will always be the biggest "what if" of my life. I know it's hard to comprehend that kind of connection and dare I say love at that age but that's just what it is. He is who I compared all my past boyfriends to and who I would have loved to have shared all my firsts with.

As I sit and contemplate all this, I hear a giggle to my right and look at Angie and see her with her phone out texting and smiling from ear to ear, oblivious to the world around her."Don't waste your time B, she won't talk or notice anything around her when she's talking with her Bennypoo," laughs Jess.

"You mean my over analyzing and critical friend over here is a goner?" I snorted.

"Yep. She's transferred over to the dark side and won't be back. I really think she's found her one. He's so sweet to her and always sends her treats and flowers to the office or makes time to catch her on lunch and take her out. It's actually quite cute to watch the two of them together," said Jess as she smiled warmly, watching our friend finally find her happiness.

"What about you hun? When are you going to leave that celibacy bullshit, take the plunge and give Alec a chance? He's been so in love with you since eighth grade and would give you the world if you would just let him. You could do a lot worse and end up with that creep Mike that I had to junk punch last year for trying to get too touchy when we were in Spain doing the Volturi case," I said with a smile towards my sister for all intents and purposes.

"B you know I love him too, but with all the traveling and working around the clock to get the move settled, I haven't had the chance to talk to him. But I've been missing him like crazy and I want to take that chance that I've been denying myself all these move has opened my eyes and I need him B, now its all about me telling him and hoping he still feels the same about me today as he did back then, "she said with a small smile, worry and fear written all over her face.

I turned around and looked at her; I mean I really looked at her and see she's dead serious. She's finally going to give into her heart and tell Alec what she felt for him back then and what he means to her now. My heart swelled and felt for her. I wish I was able to give my heart away but it just wasn't mine to give. That beautiful boy stole it and I couldn't find it in me to complain because he would always hold a part of me.

At that moment my mind wandered to that hot and panty soaking bad boy I encountered today at the café and I couldn't help but picture my little guy as him once he would have grown up. They shared the same color of hair and that beautiful crooked smile. But it's impossible for them to be the same person. In my memories I remember him as doting and caring, always going the distance to make me smile and protecting me from any of the boys at the playground that got too close or tried to take my attention away from him.

My mind wanders to that place where I analyze all the aspects of my life and try to find a reason as to why I have this sudden attraction towards this man. Why is he able to penetrate my layers and with one simple look turn my once sturdy legs to nothing but mush? And how did he make my heart flutter and make everything around me disappear to where it's just me and him left and nothing else matters?

The car ride has been very silent except for those five minutes where Jess and I had a conversation. But right after those sparse moments it was as if we were all just so stuck in our own thoughts that if you asked me how I got to their apartment, I really wouldn't have had an answer. All I know is that I dropped them off and suddenly found myself in my living room just looking out towards the ocean. For the first time in a long time I felt as if my life was those waves crashing onto the shore. This one afternoon had flipped my entirely too safe life, well what's considered safe in my business, into a delicious game of hunter versus prey.

I sat in my living room in nothing but total silence and just replayed all those images of my youth that have always made me smile and found myself slowly seeing my bad boy from this afternoon. He started to wander in more and more until my once peaceful memory is replaced with this beautiful and dangerous man that, if I'm not careful, could very easily bring me to my knees. Playing this game of seduction was nothing new to me, there's something so erotic in watching them pine after you as you bring them a glimpse of the pleasure you could give only to take it away and watch them fall deeper in lust every time you meet.

My plans have never been to fall in love. I'm a true believer that you only have one love and I've figured mine came and went and that was that. But ever since my eyes landed on this man, it's like my heart is recognizing something deep within me that I've yet to understand. Could he be the one to make me forget the boy of my youth? Could he repair the hole left when we moved away? Is that why this sudden attraction has me not being able to forget his intense stare or the way my heart fluttered with just his smile? Or maybe the way my clit twitched as if saying "hello" to her true owner, and why I'm still mourning the loss of his presence after just four hours? I need to get my shit together, I still have so much to do and can't afford distractions. letting out a long sigh, I get up and head to my bedroom to start putting away all of my clothes and organizing all of my shoes.

Once done, I started setting up my furniture and desk in the far corner. I could have set up a home office, but I work better in the sanctity of my room. The fact that it had one hell of a view, a huge window that faces the pier, clenched my decision to have my office in my bedroom. When my furniture is set up and placed where I wanted it, and my books were on their shelves, I started organizing my files and catching up a little on what's next on my agenda and the meetings to come. I'm so consumed in getting every thing put away, I never realize it's was way past 9 pm. I decide to get ready for bed since I have a meeting with my girls the next morning to check out the office and get debriefed on my next hit.

I take off all my clothes and set them in the hamper and make my way to my shower, turn the knob and let the hot water start to pour. Once it was boiling hot I adjust the temperature a little just to take the sting away and get in. The hot water feels unbelievable and immediately starts to loosen up my sore muscles. I look to my left and grab my favorite strawberry shampoo, lathering my hair only to follow with conditioner. I let that stay in for a couple of minutes while I grabbed my freesia body wash and lathered up.

My hands start to massage my breasts and I moan at the contact. My nipples are so hard and sensitive, that the slightest touch makes my clit throb and my legs quiver. I moan when I pinch one and work my way down to my core. I slip a finger through my folds and find my clit begging me for attention. I knew I wouldn't last. I was so wound up just thinking of his smile and the way he hypnotized me with his eyes. My God those eyes were my breaking point. Just seeing them made me arch my back, slip two fingers inside, and after several pumps in and out, while pinching my clit with my other hand, I shattered and nearly lost my balance. My orgasm rocks through me and just doesn't stop. I ride my fingers for what feels like an eternity until the last spasm leaves me spent and out of breath.

I finish my shower and brush my teeth, before heading to my drawers and pulling out a pair of blue boy shorts and a tank to sleep in. Putting my clothes on quickly and lathering my legs and arms in lotion, I head towards the kitchen for a cup of tea. With tea in hand, I head to my room, crawl into bed and settle with a book. It takes no longer than me reading the second line on that first page for my phone to ring and for me to smile.

The number was not one I was familiar with and only those I gave this number to would contact me here. This was my private line, everyone else that was not my girls or parents used my other cell or business line. Very few had the home number. I let it ring two more times as I settled in before answering in a sultry voice "Took you long enough…"

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next week is the much awaited convo between these two and that one will deff interesting...

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