Find Her Keep Her

There's A First Time For Everything

Charlotte Bianchi's Pov

I open one eye and then the other. Daylight stabs my retinas. I'm in bed alone, in a strange room, slowly recalling the events of last night. "How did you sleep?"

Startled, I sit up. Belmont is standing in front of one of the large picture windows as tamed light filters in from outside.

I blink to improve my focus. Belmont is wearing a pair of navy blue athletic pants with a white strip down the side of each leg and a lightweight pale-grey sweater that shows off his firm chest. His look is effortless-down to his barely there but immaculately trimmed facial hair.

"What?" My arms spastically fly up to scrunch down my wild hair. I have mounds of it. I've been asked a million times if I wear a wig, but nope, it's my own cumulus cloud. Then it all comes back-drinking his brother Charlie's special brew. Their parents are dead, and they're blue-blooded. But the most noteworthy recollection is that Belmont said he wants me and has wanted me from the first time he saw me.

I lift the thick blanket to get a look at myself. I'm relieved to see I'm still fully clothed and in last night's dress.

A faint taste of the special brew is still on my tongue. I kick off the covers. "I have to go." My only goal is to escape to where no one can see me like this. Not even Daniel ever saw me this disheveled. "No way." Belmont takes two giant steps and stops in front of me. "I made us Breakfast." My eyebrows fly up. "You made us breakfast?" I don't believe him. His smirk is one for the history books. "Yes, I did."

"Don't tell me you cook too?" Folding his arms over his broad chest, He snickers. I think about sitting at the table and watching him stare at me. My hand shoots up to my hair again. "But I look terrible." His eyes smolder. "You look amazing."

"Well, I like to have fresh breath and a clean face and tamer hair," I grumble. "I like your hair like that. It's sexy." I tilt my head. "Really? I prefer it this way too, but Adrian didn't." "This Adrian guy is starting to sound more and more like a jackass."

I grunt in agreement. "Yeah. He knows how to be a first-class jerk. I always felt I had to be someone other than myself when I was with him. That's probably why I loved him more when we had distance between us."

"Come here," Belmont says as he holds his arms out for me. I latch on to his hands, and he lifts me into his arms. Against my better judgment, we kiss. A moan escapes him as he ends with a tiny bite on my top, then bottom lip.

"You taste intoxicating." We chuckle. "But there's a fresh toothbrush and towels for you in the bathroom." "Which way?" My head is spinning. He points to the right. "That way." He's grinning, completely aware of his effect on me. Belmont still has his arms around my waist.

Even though we're gazing into each other's eyes, I haven't committed to the embrace the way he has. My arms hang by my side. This can not be happening. I feel as if we've known each other our entire lives. However, I do have a question to ask. "By the way, who's the blonde? The one you met at the docks? She was at the party last

Night and didn't look happy to see me." He forces a hard breath out his nose. I sense I hit a nerve. I shake my head and pull out of his arms. "I'm leaving." Before I can spin around and stomp off, I'm securely in his arms. "That was Lilian. She's my, um, ex." There's something strange about the way he said, ex. "Your ex what?" I ask. He shrugs indifferently and then sighs. "Girlfriend."