Three tequila shots and about two bottles of champagne after, I feel much better. The music is bumping and Michael is making me laugh. What more can I ask for? Miles walks in and makes his way over to me.
"Bella, Nathan is asking for permission to come in." he says seriously. Well there goes the friendliness.
"Sure let him in." Michael speaks for me. I glare at him as Miles turns to let Nathan in. He walks in all smiles, and Ariana is right behind him. I get up to welcome them in, and his smile vanishes. He takes his sunglasses off, and I can visually see him swallow down hard.
"Ariana." I smile at her direction.
"Isabella." she returns the smile. "You look really good, and I mean really good." she holds my hand. I'm guessing that's her way of being sincere?
"Thank hun, you look good too." I compliment her too. "Nathan." I turn to greet him, but he's gone. What's up with everyone leaving?
"Let me go get him." I excuse myself from the cabana, I turn to Miles.
"Where did he go?" He shrugs, and I roll my eyes.
Turning the corner behind the cabana, I see Nathan is on the phone. He looks to be in a deep conversation with whoever he's talking to.
"Siva you should see her. She's looking so good. I'm sure she wore that bathing suit just to bother me." he says running his hand through his hair.
"I'm wearing this bathing suit, because it's part of my contract. Not you bother you." I speak up. He quickly spins on his heel and hangs up the phone.
"How long have you been standing there?"
"Does it matter?" I cross my arms over my chest.
"Can we talk?" he rubs the back of his neck, his voice shaky.
"About?" I raise a brow.
"Bella don't play stupid." he raises his voice.
"You better lower your damn voice, Nathan." I raise my voice at him. Who does he think he's talking to? Shit not me that's for damn sure.
"I don't want to fight Isabella. I want to fix what we had." I see pain in his eyes, but it vanishes as soon as he blinks.
"Fine want to talk, we'll talk. In a time and place of my choosing." I narrow my eyes at him.
"As long as we talk I'll do whatever you want." he smiles.
"Tomorrow, at two-fifty, in The Mesa Grill."
"Two-fifty? Why not three?" he tries not to laugh, but fails.
"You said you'll do whatever I want. That's what I want." I use his words.
"Fine I'll be there." he steps closer to me, making me take a step. My back comes in contact with the wall behind me.
"Do you know how sexy you look right now?" I feel his breath on my lips.
"I do, Michael and Miles have told me a couple of times." the words come out of my mouth before I can stop them.
"Cocky now" he places his hands on my hips.
"I prefer confident." I whisper in his ear. He groans, and presses his hips against me.
"I'm loving the new you." he bites my earlobe, and a moan leaves my mouth. "Oh baby." he breathes and his lips are on mine. I try to push him off, but he grabs ahold of my wrist and pins them above my head.
"No." I try to wiggle out of his hold, but is grip only becomes tighter. He takes both of my hands in one of his, and his free hand holds my head in place.
