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-Bella's POV-
I was still walking down the stairs, completely focused on Jay. The shoes were not my size and he knew it. He was aware of it. But like I said, he wanted to see me suffer.
This little-
"You're so beautiful, Bella." Jay held my hand and kissed it, then pulled me closer to his body from my waist. I' not sure if he's acting or not.
"Thanks, Jay," I said coldly.
"What's with the attitude?" He raised his eyebrows. I scoffed and looked at the people around us only for a second, then focused on my fiancé again.
"Jay. What?" I asked after I saw him staring at my lips.
"The red lipstick suits you." He complimented and I rolled my eyes. What's with him now? That's so not like him. It's not gay.
"Gosh, Jay. Stop. Why are you acting this way? It doesn't suit you at all." I sighed and moved a little away from him, but he pulled me rougher to him from my waist, holding me tightly and looking deeply into my eyes.
Jay was about to say something, but someone interrupted us. And I froze when I recognized his voice. I didn't dare to look at him.
"Don't you want to introduce us to your fiancée? I didn't know you got engaged to such a ...slu- beauty."
Antonio Vera. I felt him. I felt his eyes on me. And I was shaking in Jay's arms.
"It was in the newspaper." Jay furrowed his eyebrows and Antonio let out a disappointed sound.
"I don't read those old things, y'know." He scoffed.
"And I had no clue about my girlfriend, Kaylee, being your sister. You both wanted to keep it a secret from me? Was it fun...to fool me?"
Kaylee? His girlfriend? So... he really moved on.
I smiled bitterly.
"Seeing your fiancée smiling made it clear. But I wonder if you ever have seen her body. How does it feel to be engaged to someone, who has another guy's name tattooed-" He stopped after I looked at him. After our eyes locked.
I looked behind him and saw the rest of his family. But Kaylee wasn't there. I wasn't sure how to control myself. I couldn't. And suddenly, I felt so weak. Why did he have to come? Why? The way he was looking at me made me feel so small.
I looked at Jay with disappointment.
Why, Jay? You knew how much I feared him. You knew how much I ...still love him.
And Jay read me. He saw through my eyes. And the death glare he sent to James made me feel safe.
"Whom she was with in the past...I don't care. Because I'll be the one she'll be in the future."
Antonio backed, lowering his head as he grinned, showing respect to Jay. I smiled proudly.
I looked over at their table and saw Gabriel glaring at me, his hand holding something...something. Though Noah and George were warmly smiling at me, bowing lightly to me. I bowed back to them.
But where was David?
"Bella..." Jay called my name softly, I looked at him.
"I'm sorry for the beginning. But I'll make sure, this party will end just as we planned." He kissed my cheek and I quickly moved from him.
Why's he acting this way? I can't take him seriously. I don't know how to react to Jay's sudden change. Maybe he wanted to show that he's straight in front of all the important people here. Yep. It does make sense. Yeah, this is it.
We already greeted everyone. And Jay introduced me to his close friends. And when Jay was about to head to Antonio´s table, I stopped him and shook my head to him. I tried my best to not look at them and to be near them.
"What are you so scared of?" Jay asked me and I looked with begging eyes to him, earning an annoyed groan from him.
"Why didn't you tell me? Kaylee and Antonio. Since when are they together, Jay?" I asked him and he sighed. He tried to think of something else, to change the subject.
"Let's dance. Shall we?"
And gosh was he good in escaping my questions.
He held my hand and led me to the dance floor, the music started playing.
His one arm around my waist and the other one holding my hand. We had everyone's attention. They all were looking at us. We both were moving perfectly in sync with the music.
"Bella. Bella Wilson. Sounds pretty nice to me." He pulled me closer from my waist and placed my hand on his chest. He rested his head against mine.
"What's with you today?" I asked him and he chuckled.
"Why? Can't I joke around?" He asked me and let out the weirdest laugh I've ever heard.
"You can. But you can't now." I furrowed my eyebrows. He tilted his head to the side. Uh. Yeah. I was confused, too.
"Why can't I now?" His eyes saddened and I looked suspiciously at him. He cleared his throat and giggled.
"I mean, I'm acting like a man now. You know...straight. Because there are over 200 people watching us, Bella." He said and I looked around.
"Why? Am I making you feel uncomfortable?" He leaned closer, searching for my eyes.
"No, that's not what I meant. It's just..." I looked at him and shook my head.
"It's just that he's watching. He's watching us, right? And that's what makes you uncomfortable?" He asked me and I nodded. He sighed.
"Bella. Focus on me. Not him. Why can't you just stop thinking about him? I am trying my best to make you forget him!" He stopped moving.
"By bringing him here?" I asked in disbelief and forced him to move his body with mine. To dance. But he wouldn't move. He froze.
And so, I looked at him. I now was the one, who read him. More like, tried to read him. I felt the urge to place my hand on his chest. And when I did, I felt his heart beating crazily, making me more confused. Why was his heart beating so fast? He couldn't...or he could?
"Play along." He suddenly pulled me firmly closer, looking sternly at me. His strong arms holding me and leading me, his warmth ... just everything seemed and felt straight. His both arms around my waist, his eyes not leaving mine.
I slowly placed my arms around his neck. He turned me around a few times. His eyes slowly leaving mine, now looking down at my lips. I swallowed hard when I saw the way he looked at my lips and when I felt his face coming closer.
He wouldn't go that far. No. He wouldn't.
"Jay..." I tried to move from his grip.
"Behave. It was a give and take." He reminded me. My lip started trembling when he closed his eyes and leaned closer.
"Please. Jay. Don't." I whispered against his lips. But before his lips could even touch mine, I was pulled away from him.
-Author POV before lip rape.-
Antonio was waiting for both of them to come to his table and greet him properly and his family. But Bella and Jay passed them. And gosh was he mad about it. He was so angry and was ready to kill both of them on the spot. In front of everyone.
Kaylee wasn't his girlfriend. Antonio just wanted to see Bella's reaction. To see if she'll get jealous.
But Bella smiled.
Antonio hit the table with his fist, clenching his jaw, making the glasses jump a little and Tedi gasping and unfortunately choking.
Cuz he gasped just then when he had the black olive in his mouth.
"Tedi!" Noah walked behind Tedi and placed his arms around Tedi's waist, trying to help him. He was performing abdominal thrusts.
"Pfui!" Tedi spat the olive and turned to him, hugging him with loving eyes.
"Thank you, Jack. Thank you for saving me." Tedi wiped his tear dramatically and Noah looked lost.
They both received looks from the other people, making Gabriel, who didn't have to be ashamed, covering his face.
"Stop with the gay s**t or I'll shoot both of you," Gabriel warned them and Tedi pushed Noah, looking with disgust at his poor lifesaver.
"Antonio, calm down," George said after he looked with a worried face at Antonio, whose anger was boiling as he was watching Bella dancing with Jay.
Antonio was holding the glass in his hand. He wasn't raising the glass, but he was lowering it down. Because he knew that he'd let his anger out on that glass.
Antonio lost it the moment he saw Jay leaning closer to her, and he was right. The glass, which was filled with red wine broke just when a tear fell down his cheek. And he cut his left hand, not feeling the pain. Because the pain in his heart was much stronger than that one cut.
He started breathing heavily, feeling more tears forming in his eyes as he watched the scene. He couldn't let anyone touch what was his. More, to kiss.
But Antonio also saw his princess struggling. He saw her wanting to run away. Away from Jay's grip. So, he followed his instinct and walked to the dance floor, pulling Bella roughly away from Jay.
Bella looked at him and felt relieved, but so not right. She knew, sooner or later, he'll take her away from here and probably kill her.
"What are you doing? Let go of her!" Jay tried his best not to yell so that the people around them wouldn't hear it.
"Why? What are you to her?" Antonio asked and covered her body, he was standing in front of Bella. And Bella gasped when she saw his left-hand bleeding. The hand he was holding her tightly with.
"Her fiancé." Jay glared at James.
"How romantic! Well, let's just say that she was mine from the beginning. I bought her. I bought her body. She´s mine, Wilson." Antonio said with his charismatic smile.
"In short, she's still mine. It depended on the time. It depended on when I would have decided to come and take her back with me. And that time has come." Antonio snapped and clicked his tongue, winking at Jay.
"Don't you think so, princess?" Antonio asked as he looked over his shoulder to her. She gulped and started blushing.
That now...was Bella's choice.
Jay or Antonio?
Eva needed Antonio.
She smiled at Antonio and nodded, squeezing his hand. Jay's eyes widen. George and the others didn't even try to stop him. Where was the use? They knew.
They knew that Antonio had something different in his head. Something else. They were sure that he hated Bella and wanted to see her suffer. And gosh, did they pray for her to not choose Antonio.
Antonio was a damn great, a f*****g great actor. And Bella was too stupid to believe him. To think that he probably wanted her back.
But on the other side, Bella leaving with him would hurt Kaylee. The one, who always helped her and was kind to her. But Bella's mind was blank. It was filled only with Antonio. She didn't care about anyone, anything. Just ... Antonio.
"Let's leave. Shall we?" Antonio asked Bella and she nodded, her eyes on him, following his every move.
"Let me just..." Antonio let go of her hand and walked behind, lifting her dress, because it was too long. He then walked beside her and held her hand with his bleeding ones again.
And everyone started to leave comments after both lefts. It happened. And Jay feared it. For him, the war has started.
The war between him and Antonio.
-
Antonio brought Bella to a hotel. After receiving the room card, both headed to their room.
Until Bella stepped on her own dress and fell down. He turned around and looked down to her. And with a deep sigh, he carried his princess on his shoulder.
After she entered inside the room, Antonio shut the door behind him and put her down, slamming Bella against it.
"I need to f**k you so badly." He looked at her collarbone and Bella's dress was seriously such a burden.
He pulled her dress down off her shoulder slowly, now looking deeply into her eyes with a look, she couldn't read. Neither describe.
"A-Antonio..." Her breath hitched when he lowered down and started kissing her stomach. He pulled her whole dress down and lifting her up, kissing her hungrily, Bellas legs around his waist.
He walked to the bed, not leaving her plump lips and threw her harshly on it, hovering above her. But Bella remembered something.
"Y-Your hand." She held his left hand and he hissed, but he was too turned on. It's been 2 years. He needed to be inside her so badly.
"Anton, your hand." Bella sighed and pushed him to the other side of the bed, next to her. He was looking up at the ceiling, breathing heavily.
"Let's just fuck." He let out breathlessly, weakly.
"I need to treat your wound." Bella stood up and headed to the bathroom. She wore a bathrobe and opened a few shelves, looking for some bandages. For something, she could treat his wound with.
-
Both were now sitting on the bed silently. She was treating his wound, cleaning the cut. And he was watching her. It would be a pity to even blink for a second to him. To not watch at her for a second. That'd be a pity.
He grinned when he stared at Bella's lips, her red lipstick was all messed up. Then he looked at her hand, treating his wound.
"So easily. You treat this wound so easily. But what's with the wound you left behind after you left? That wound you left is still not treated." He smiled bitterly at himself and she looked at him with big, shining eyes.
"I left? Antonio, you told me to leave! You told me to leave and to forget about you! And now you are here, wanting to f**k me. Tell me, was I really just a slut? Seriously? I just have no words to say anymore." Bella said in a shaky tone, tears forming in her eyes as she hurried.
"You...wasn't just my slut." He scrunched his nose and sniffed.
"Then what was I? What am I? What am I to you, Antonio?" She asked a little louder and he gulped.
"I already told you. You're my lost rose." He reminded her and she wiped her tear away with the back of her hand, smiling bitterly to herself.
"Bullshit. Stop mentioning it. I hate roses. That, I too told you about it." She bit on her lower lip.
"Tell me, Bella. Do I still have the same scent?" He asked her, caressing her cheek with his right hand. His left hand was already bandaged up, but she still was holding it.
"N-No," Bella said lowly. He didn't have the scent of the roses. That's why she didn't sneeze and more. Why? Why didn't he? His scent was different.
"Anton, why-"
"Ah! I don't feel like f*****g anymore. Let's just sleep." He said, holding his tears back.
He laid on the bed and closed his eyes, forcing himself to sleep. Bella laid beside him and hugged his waist hesitatingly.
He opened his eyes, meeting hers and she got startled by it. She was about to pull her arm, but he stopped her from doing so.
"D-Don't! H...Hug me. Please."
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