What He Needs

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•Callum•
Laying on the couch, I scroll through my Instagram out of boredom while I wait for Bella to come back from whatever shoot her publicist booked her for today.

After New Year's, I decided to stay with Bella and came to Paris with her. She's been busy which leaves me alone during the day but she makes it up to me when she gets off taking me out to show off the city so I'm not that lonely.

Looking at the time I see it's after three, just about time for her to come in.

Maybe we can stay in for dinner tonight I think to myself as I go into the kitchen to see what I can cook. Going through the cabinets I find they're empty except for the bottles of wine in the fridge, looks like we'll need to go grocery shopping.

Closing the door, I hear the front door unlock and Bella comes in throwing her jacket and purse on a nearby chair.

"Hey" I greet her leaving out of the kitchen.

She ignores me going straight to the room as she pulls off her shirt.

Slightly put off by her sour attitude, I follow after her leaning on the door frame as she continues undressing.

"Tough shoot?" I wonder when she slips a silk white robe on.

"You can say that" she mumbles falling across the bed and hooking her phone up to the charger.

What's her problem? She usually comes back in brighter moods than this shit. Something happened.

Pushing off the frame I sit on the bed beside her, "Well I thought we could stay in tonight, watch a bad movie... I'll cook" I offer skimming my fingers up and down her back.

Bella lets out a heavy sigh laying her head on her arm.

"Is something wrong with me?"

Random ass question.

"No, I don't think so. Why?"

Playing with her hair she sighs again.

"What's wrong?"

"He broke up with me." She whispers.

Her voice is so low I have to strain to hear her.

"He broke up with you. You mean Abel?"

Slowly she nods and a tear slips down her cheek.

Leaning back a little I can honestly say I'm surprised. I never thought he would leave her. "D-did he say why?"

Bella sits up wiping her face, "Well he called and asked me why I told Nava we had sex; I couldn't tell him you told me to, so I said I was jealous which I was, they haven't had sex yet and that speaks volumes about his feelings towards me" she pauses pressing her lips together. "He said he couldn't risk me hurting Nava again after what I did"

"You mean after what I made you do" I correct her. Controlling the sudden anger I feel, I bite my lip looking out the window.

He really gave up Bella, a motherfucking model, for Nava, a nobody.

That shit ain't like him; that's some whipped pussy ass nigga type shit. Abel swore off committed relationships a long time ago, what the fuck is he doing?

Nava has him wrapped around her damn finger just like she had me and he's not even fighting it as I tried; tried and failed since I'm sitting here chasing after her.

Now, what am I going to do?

With no distraction I have no way to break them apart unless I... no I can't do that... can I?