THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY BOOK TWO (I'll Never Love Again) (girlxgirl)

CH.FOUR

Your past is always your past. Even if you forget it, it remembers you.

_Sarah Dessen

BELLE'S POV

"You've been staring at me since forever. Am I that attractive?," I smiled boldly though I was getting self conscious by the second. Leslie, who's eyes were glued on me since forever just smirked.

"You're handsome," she answered. I turned to set my eyes on her, her eyes suddenly made me grow nervous. She had a hold on me and I was sure she could tell by the way I acted towards her. We stared at each other for quite a few minutes without saying anything. It wasn't a surprise that I was tongue tied, ever since she gave me signs that she was interested in me, I became that way. I wondered why.

"Thank you babe."

Her eyebrow shot up as a reaction to me calling her babe. I just gave her a goofy smile. I don't know why I called her that but it felt right and why not do what feels right at the moment.

"I want to kiss you Anderson."

We had only kissed once and that was yesterday. I drank myself to sleep last night trying to drown the voices in my head that were torturing me because, according to them, I was moving on and forgetting that I had blood on my hands. Leslie did not deserve someone like me but a part of me really wanted to try us. And maybe she would help me rid off the guilt that tormented my soul.

"Then what's stopping you Torres?"

She inched closely to my face, her eyes still lingering on mine.

"Nothing," she replied lowly. Her lips brushed against mine but before she could kiss me the car stopped and my chauffeur announced our arrival. I pushed my face away from Leslie's after landing a soft peck on her lips.

"Remind me that we have to continue this when we're done with the party," I said fixing myself. She let out a little giggle and asked me if I really did need to be reminded.

"I'm an old woman and you signed up for this when we started this relationship," I joked mastering all the seriousness I could in my facial expression.

Leslie laughed, "I don't remember signing any papers."

"Well what did you think the kiss was for? That kiss was standing in for the papers baby."

The chauffeur opened the car doors for us and ushered us out. I was very glad that I had opted for a tuxedo instead of high heels and a dress, that would've killed me. A lot of fancy cars were coming in, a lot of fancy dressed people who were nothing but fake greeted me here and there. I was glad Leslie was here with me otherwise this would have been the worst day ever.

We walked inside the huge expensive looking building. As expected everyone's eyes were on me, probably wondering whom the woman I was walking hand in hand with was. Typical nosy rich people. Being an Anderson meant being at the tip of everyone's tongue. For the past few years I had dealt with overhearing questions like, "Wasn't she dead?", "If her grandfather had disowned her because of her sexuality then what has changed now?", "Why would Mr Anderson leave his fortune to her?"

There were a lot of questions and rumours that these people made up but I had to be headstrong and stand for what I believed in. When I came back home and grandpa welcomed me I knew I would have to handle the family business, it wasn't my dream but I doubt I had much of a choice.

"Anderson!," Antonio del Rosario's voice boomed among the mixed voices in the room. He was a man in his sixties, a very successful man who'd been friends with my grandpa.