Addicted

Chapter 11

Bella P.O.V

Surprisingly, the club Blue Moon it's full even in a weeknight. Rosalie gets us a table right next to the dance floor. It's dark in here except for the colorful lights that make me dizzy. Justin Timberlake and Jay-Z sing Holy Grail. There are people dancing, chatting, and laughing all around.

The waiter comes and asked us what do we want to drink.

"I'll have a margarita," I say, over the loud music.

"I'll have the same,"Alice says.

"I'll have a Cosmopolitan," Rosalie says.

The waiter nods and leaves. On our table we start talking about how annoying guys are right now, I avoid talking about Edward but do talk about Mike even though I don't know him.

After a while the waiter comes with our drinks are we start getting even more excited when The Weeknd starts with Earned It. I sing along with Alice, our drinks up in the air. Of course, pervs didn't wait to come and start asking us to dance. We, obviously, said to fuck off.

Around my third margarita I, for some reason, turn and look at the door. There he is coming in with another blond guy. Probably as tall as he is, dark eyes, not as fit but really handsome. I see Edward, he's wearing black button shirt, the sleeves are up to his elbows and the first two buttons are open. His jeans fall from his waist making him look so handsome. Our eyes finally meet each other.

Panic runs through my veins. Am I really drunk that now I'm hallucinating him or is he really here?

Alice and Rosalie notice my sudden panic and look at where I was looking.

"Oh, my fucking God! He's here," Alice shouts.

I take my last sip of my margarita and call the waiter. "Bring me a whole bottle of vodka," I tell him.

Alice and Rosalie look at me shocked as I get my first shot and drink it like if it was water. I get another one and drink it all.

"Bella, slow down," Rosalie says, stopping my hand from drinking another shot.

"That dick is here for a reason," I say. I drink it. "I r-rather be drunk than sober and knowing he's here."

Just when I'm about to drink another one, a firm, strong hand stops me from doing it. I look at him and meet his angry eyes. His jaw is tight, he's biting his lower lip. Mr. Blond next to him winks at my friends.

"How many have you taken?" He hisses.

"Why the fuck d...do... you care!" I snap.

"Answer me, Isabella," he hisses again.

I yank my arm and stumbled back. His arms wrap around me, our faces land inches from each other. I can smell that fresh ment coming from his shirt.

"How many did she drink?" He asked Alice and Rosalie.

What the fuck is his problem? We don't talk for about... I can't remember how many days but he can't come and act like this.

"You're not my fucking dad," I hiss.

"Shut up, Bella," he roars at me. "How many did she drink?" He asked them again.

"Three margaritas and like four shots," Alice says. "She's really delicate with alcohol and gets drunk really fast."

I'm going to fucking kill her for doing this to me. I try to push him away but he doesn't let me go, instead, his grip around my waist grows tighter. I pout and push him but he's way too strong.