Bella's Babe

43) Always Part 1

Bella/Rose
Rated T

OOC/AH/AU

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Rosalie POV

Six months. It's been six months since I've held her, since I've kissed her, since I've been the reason for her smile. Six months since I said goodbye to the love of my life.

I let Bella Cullen go. I let her walk away when it go to rough. We had a fight about jealously, and since she is bisexual, it added to my insecurities. Looking at the two of us, most people see me as the confident one. The Victoria Secret Angel looking blonde, with long legs, great breasts, and pretty blue eyes. But I was.

Bella Cullen is the most beautiful woman on earth. She's gorgeous. Long brown hair, always with a beanie or cap. Beautiful breasts, tattoos, and a small but great ass. She has the most beautiful brown eyes and a good soul. The kindest, sweetest and smartest person, I've ever dated or loved. Love.

But now I've messed it up.

I pushed her away because she went to England for work. She would be gone three months. It was a great opportunity for her but I didn't want her to go. The CFO, Edward Masen was into her and she was oblivious. At the company's christmas party that she brought me to a year ago, he was all over her. Her assistant was also into her, Kate Denali. She was a younger , more beautiful version of me. I was only twenty-six, but Kate is only twenty-two. They were the only two going with her to England.

I was scared of being cheated on. Even though I had no evidence that Bella would, I was still afraid. My past relationships ended in cheating and I didn't want it to happen again. I didn't want to be hurt. So I broke it off with her two days before she was set to go to England. She offered to take me with her, but I couldn't go. I have my family in New York, and my recording studio.

Now I was sitting at our favorite bar on the lower west side, wishing my Jack and Coke was her.

The bar tender was flirty, but I had to say no. He wasn't the right gender.

Sorry buddy.

Just then I turned my head and I saw her.

She was sitting at the bar, with her classic blue flannel on, with that loose black tank. Her brother's dog tag around her neck and falling between the valley of her breasts.

Her beanie was black, and her chestnut hair was flowing down in waves. Her glasses weren't on so I could see her beautiful brown eyes without anything covering them.

She was speaking to the bartender, probably ordering her favorite, a Johny Walker.

Yep, she ordered a Johny Walker.

She had on minimal makeup as she always does, but you could still see the bags under her eyes. She looked beautiful, but exhausted.

Bella thanked the bar tended and started looking at her phone. The light illuminated her face, and I could see her bitting her lip.

Her eyes began to water.

She drank her drink fast, and then scrubbed her hands over her face.

She was sad and frustrated. I could read the emotions clear as day. Was she hurting like me? Or was she frustrated because of work?

I wanted the first to be true. I didn't want to be the only one feeling this way. Or missing us.

I looked away from her frustrated form, in fear of her seeing me and I checked my phone.