Chapitre 1: Chapter One.
"Hey, Isabella?"
Isabella heard a tired voice call her name from behind and she turned around. When she saw that it was her boyfriend, Sam, she smiled at him almost immediately.
"Sam! How are you?" She greeted the blonde-haired man with enthusiasm.
She watched as Sam settled himself into the only vacation chair left beside her and a sense of foreboding took over her.
"What's wrong, Sam?" She asked him.
Sam didn't say any word for almost thirty seconds and that only reinforced the fear that had taken root in her heart.
She and Sam had started dating each other barely three months ago. In those three months, the relationship had almost ended twice. Not because Isabella didn't want to stay committed to the man she was dating, but because she felt like they were too different to become a couple.
But she liked giving people the benefit of the doubt. That way, she was always the one on the right side and not in the wrong.
"I'm sorry, babe. I just had a long night and I'm still very much tired," Sam finally said.
Isabella released the breath she had been holding and the smile that had erased itself from her pale face slowly found its way back.
"Had a busy night? How?" Isabella still deemed it her right to ask.
"Isabella, don't start on this again. Please," Sam told her amidst sighs.
While Isabella truly wanted to trust him and his words, she found that it was a lot harder than that.
With the experience she heard with men, she wasn't sure that she can ever fully trust them no matter how much of a saint they proved themselves to be.
Much more when the man in question was Sam. She had caught him in bed with women on two different occasions. Of course, he had pleaded each time and she had accepted him back on both counts.
Not because she didn't know how to leave the relationship but because she was tired of jumping from one man to another at every slight provocation.
Just this one time, she wanted to be proved wrong that true love truly does exist. She wanted to say to herself that the men in her past were nothing other than mistakes she had made when she can into contact with them.
"Well, you didn't exactly give me much reason to trust you in the past. So, spill it. What were you busy with all through the night that even relaxing all morning couldn't cure your fatigue?"
"I had an important document to arrange into a file. If I didn't finish it right on time, the consequences would be dire." The man explained to her.
"Oh. So sorry to hear that." She picked up the menu that she had purposely ignored while she waited for her boyfriend. "Let's order for lunch, shall we?" She handed over the menu in her hand to Sam.
Sam had been on the phone, typing away endlessly. When he heard Isabella's voice asking them to order, he broke off the communication with the person he had been talking with and he looked up.
His eyes bore into her big brown eyes that held a wealth of distrust and he nearly smiled at her foolishness. When he saw her inquisitively looking at him, he broke free from her gaze and looked around the restaurant they were in.
The place was a small place that could only take about thirty people in at a time. The chairs and the table were a little bit old and so were the owners of the restaurant.
The owners were a couple who were old enough to be his parents. While the place looked old, most regulars who came in there for lunch never seemed to mind that fact because the couple was nothing but nice to everyone who came into the restaurant.
This was the first place he and Isabella had first met and he had been captivated by her beauty and body shape. Only one thought had rung in his mind at that moment.
Sex with her would be good.
But in the three months that he had been with her, he hadn't ever progressed passed the kissing point and he was already tired of that.
"Hey, you people." Mrs. Donald who was the co-owner of the restaurant greeted them with a cheerful smile. "You ready to order yet?"
It was at that moment that Sam's phone rang and he grimaced when he saw that it was his hookup girl who was on the line.
"Sorry, Isabella. I have to go now, it's an emergency," Sam stood up from the chair. without waiting for any response, he started walking away to the restaurant door.
"What?" Isabella asked but he was already walking away at a very fast pace. "Sorry, Mrs. Donald, but we can't eat lunch here today." She said in an apology to the older woman. She flung a few strands of her black hair away from her face before she picked up her bag and ran after her boyfriend. "Wait for me, Sam!" She screamed after his almost faded back feature.
By the time she got outside, Sam was already opening his car door. She quickly opened the back door and got in.
"I told you there's an emergency st work, Isabella. So, I can't take you home," He protested. "Why don't you take a taxi instead?" He suggested.
"Okay. I understand," Isabella was about to get down from the car when her eyes fell on a pair of black pants on the floor of the car. She bent down and picked it up with her index finger. "What's this?" She asked without any emotion.
Sam cursed within himself. The hookup girl must have forgotten it after they had sex in the car. He knew that there was nothing he could do to cover up since his cover had been blown.
"Isabella, I can explain." He attempted.
"Screw you!" She shouted at him. She got down from the car and went away, ignoring his frantic calls.
État de l’alimentation hebdomadaire
-- Classement
Power Stone 
-- Power
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