Try Me (Drunk In Love #1)

Chapter Sixteen

We turn to the woman who is clapping. Bella Hadid, supermodel and ex girlfriend of the man I am kissing and well, fucking. Her face is masked in anger but her eyes reveal how hurt she is.

"Well done Abe. You have finally moved on." She sarcastically says. When we get near her, she is reeking of alcohol. Abel glance at me then walks closer to her.

"Bella. You should go home, Bella." He says her name softly, the love he have for her naked. He reaches out to touch her but then decides against it.

"So what, you are not even going to introduce?" Her words slur, and she side steps Abel to come to me.

She pulls out her hand for a shake. I don't know what to do, and to top that, we have garnered everyone's attention. I smile at her instead.

"Hey. I'm, Kiara.." I say, unsure of what I should do next. She looks me up and down once, then chuckles.

"Look at her, and to think you have got high standards." She turn back to say Abel. That anger Abel and me. Okay I understand, he is her ex. But you can't say that to anyone.

"Hey. Easy girl, don't say something you don't mean to." I threaten her, or try to at least.

She flicks her attention to me, her eyes alight with amusement.

"Oh, I do mean it, girl." She taunts me with the last word. "Do you really think you can compare yourself to me?"

"You are a wanna be. Like that dress, it might look expensive but I know that you bought it from Forever 21. And the shoes, good work on the Loboutin look alikes." Tears burn in the back of my eyes, but I grit my teeth to stop them from spilling.

"Bella I said go home!" He shouts at her. I turn around to look for any of Abel's friends and see them rushing towards us.

"Why!?" She shouts back too. Her eyes are so red, I think she is about to cry.
"You said you can't be in a relationship."

"You left me 'cause you wanted to focus on music. You left me! And here you are, sleeping with a groupie." She says the last word with so much venom in it, I think I would be poisoned right here.

I don't understand what she said but it might be something really bad for people to be so shocked.

La Mar and Belly arrive with Sal.

"That's enough!" Abel screams, startling everyone.

"Not another word from you. I mean it Bella." He moves back a little then Sal says something in his ear. He nods his head to him the same time Belly escort me away from the drama.

"But where is Abel going?" I ask him.

"He is gonna drop Bella to her car. She have her driver waiting outside. Come." He takes my hand in his and walk me back to where we were earlier seated.

We sit beside each other. I take the water bottle from table in front of me and sip.

"Is she always like this or tonight was something special?" I ask Belly sarcastically.

He laughs at my comment then replies. "No. She is very sweet, actually."

"Oh. I must have missed the 'sweet' part." I say back and roll my eyes. That makes him laugh even harder.

"Trust me. The things she said cannot be justified, but she really loved Abel. And the way they broke up, broke her." He explains. I can see he have a fondness towards her.

"Belly. What was the word that she said? Groupie or something. What does it mean?" I ask. He looks at me then down at his shoes, not meeting my eyes. I put my hand on his, making him look up.

"It means, a female who is a fan of certain artist of band. They usually follow them around, in the hope of.." He quiets down mid sentence.

"In the hope of what?" I ask.

"Of having sex with them. They sleep with every single member of the crew. Basically they are sex slaves for, well um, the band." He says in a quiet voice.

I don't say anything. I don't have anything to say. Somewhere, she is right. I am with Abel for sex. But I would never, ever, try to sleep with any of the other guys of crew.

"What do they get in return?"

"Fame. And money. They travel with us. You remember my birthday party? Those girls in lingerie who came, they are groupies." He explains.

That make me take a breath of relief. I am not that.

"Belly, I am not what she said. You know I am not with him for fame nor do I have any intention with making a relation with others. You should know that. We are, something, but I am not a groupie." I say.

"Hey, I know. I have years of experience and I can tell when one is for money. You ain't for it. I don't know what you and Abel are, but I know you are not whatever someone say you are." He assures me, making me smile despite my tears.

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