Chapter Thirty Seven

Bella's POV

Day Three:Make her feel good.

Background hit:Girl On Fire by Alicia Keys.

Quote: The path of true love begins with four words; Not my fucking problem.

He was such a pest yesterday. I couldn't even stand the sight of his stupid face.

Ugh!

"Nice to see you up so early, ma'am. Good morning. Your coffee is served just as you like it and - "

"Can you not recite your signature anthem this morning? Please? Not today!" I yelled with a hiss and stood up from the bed.

"Okay, I'm sorry," she apologized and went out.

I had this burning headache and it was so annoying to know that Mr. Nitwit next door was the cause of it. He deserved to be hanged. Seriously.

Tiredly, I walked into the balcony with my coffee in my hand along with Mercedes's phone and just received the cool morning breeze that greeted my face gently.

I leaned on the rail and it cooled my skin softly, sending shivers down my body as the cold rain water slipped gently into my skin, running down my elbow and soaking a portion of my night gown.

"Its so great he's not here," I whispered to myself and sipped the coffee, enjoying the scenery.

Just then, I received a call from Mercedes phone. I stared at Cameron's name buzzing the phone.

I rolled my eyes before picking it and putting him on speaker, placing the phone on the stool and sitting on the hammock.

"Hello, pretty. You sure forgot me," he started cheesily.

"Hi. Sorry, I've just been - so busy," I replied.

"Really? Too busy to call?"

"Yeah, i'm so sorry," I said again.

"With what? The wedding?" he asked.

Shit! What the heck!

"No, Cam- "

He hung up. Shoot!

"Excuse me, ma'am. You'll be late for the retreat. You need to get ready," Banks notified as she walked into the balcony.

"Okay," I replied and got in for a nice warm shower.

I couldn't help but think of Cameron. I felt like a monster. What if I ruined the relationship? What if I killed what they had together?

"Thank you Banks," I said as she fitted me to my outfit.

A peach coloured knee high gown. Short sleeved, and really cute. It had these cute stones at the bottom, a nice silk belt that Banks tied into a little bow. It had a matching jacket. Peach too, and really nice because it was just lace and heavily stoned at the shoulder side.

I stepped into the black wedge and she put on the finishing touches to my makeup. Next was a nice pearl necklace and this pretty charm bracelet. Those should be really expensive.

Gorgeous as always.

"No problem, ma'am. Banks at your service!" she yelped and I grabbed the purse, headed out of the room.

"Oh, its you," I mumbled as Caden walked out of his.

"Me? Don't you think I - "

"Please, not now!" I yelled, trying to lessen my head ache.

I walked down the stairs, not realizing that Mr. Perfect wasn't even following behind.

"Banks, please help me call that ass upstairs," I said and she went off.

"Hurry!" I yelled again.

30 minutes later.

"Banks! What's going on there? - Banks!" I yelled angrily.

"Ma'am, sorry. I've been knocking but he isn't answering,"

"Seriously? It's been thirty minutes already. What's he doing up there? Applying makeup?" I glowered.

40 minutes later....

"Caden, can't we be off already? You've been in there over an hour already!" I yelled, banging his door angrily.

He didn't answer. He didn't even come out. Nothing.

One hour later....

"I'm ready," he mumbled.

"Its been over two hours. Over two hours, Caden. What the heck have you been doing up there for over two hours?"

"Let's go?" he asked.

He was so unbelievable.

We got out of the house and into the car and he sped off.

"You are driving me crazy, you know," I started.

"Seriously? You aren't the only one going crazy here. I'm insane. Ever since its just been one problem after the other, again and again - "

Only if he knew what it took to be there. That I was not even supposed to be there in the first place.

"So, what do you think?" he asked.

"About what?"

"This whole charade," he replied.

I was quiet for a while. I just kept staring out the window and into the streets, enjoying the view. It was really beautiful.

"I don't know,Caden. Its just - " I replied under my breath but stopped, looking at him.

"Let's try this one more time? As in, spare ourselves the headache?" he asked, leaving the road for my face.

"Maybe," I shrugged, fiddling with the charms on the bracelets.

"Better," he smiled and concentrated on the road again.

"Shoot!" Caden yelled as the car immediately stopped on the road.

"What's the problem?" I asked.

"We've got a flat tyre,"

Flat tyre? Come on!

"This cannot be happening. I am so tired already. Only if you wouldn't waste so much time in your room, behind closed doors and waste all morning," I argued.

"Only if you would not give me a reason to!" he shot.

"And why would I be the reason for a young billionaire locking himself behind his doors for over two hours in the morning?" I asked.

"Can you shut it already?"

"No, you shut it already!"

"No, you shut it!"

"Ahhhhhh!!" We both chorused in anger and frustration. We hated ourselves.

"I'm out of here!" he yelled and got out of the car.

That was all so messed up. Like, it was out of hand. Mercedes, where the heck were you?

I came out of the car and leaned on it really tired, and staring at Caden try to fix the car.

"Miss Mercedes!" Someone yelled from a moving car.

"Oh, my God! Its Mercedes!" Another yelled from across the street.

What?

"I - I - r- really - l - love you!" Someone cried out just in front of me.

Okay, what the heck was happening? I was Arabella as far as I could remember. Who would love..oh, Mercedes.

"Won't you say hi to your fans?" Caden asked as he checked the tyre.

"Um- hi. Thank you so much," I started with a smile and just then, the crowd increased.

Way to go, smirk god.

"Sorry, really sorry. I have to go now. Thank you all so much," I ended up and stepped into the car.

"Thank the heavens the glasses ate tinted. They would've murdered you," Caden said with a chuckle.

"I know, right," I sighed. "They're a hell of fans. They really love me."

"Exactly. Just what you cannot see," he kinda mumbled, looking down at the steering wheel.

"Excuse me?" I asked, wanting to really get what he said.

"Nothing," he shrugged.

"If you want to say something, please do. I'm not- " His phone rang.

Just great!

"One sec,"

He picked the phone and put me on hold.

"Adrian's on his way," he said as he hung up.

"Finally. I am starving!"

"What'd you want? Nuggets? Chips? Cotton candy?" he smiled.

"Wait! How the hell do you know my favourites?"

"You ordered them at the mall, and at the outing the other day. Remember?"

"Didn't realize you were stalking me," I chuckled.

"I wasn't stalking. You were just - "

"Attractive?"

"No! You wish."

"Oh, really?"

"Whatever. Whatever,"

We both laughed.

He had been stalking me. Good to know.

"So, how's your girlfriend? Mackenzie?" I asked, trying not to sound jealous.

"Mackenzie? PFF! Mackenzie's not my girlfriend," he replied with a shrug.

"Uh - huh. I should believe that? After you two made out like crazy? I should believe that?"

"Yes. In fact you should because we're just friends,"

"Friends? Okay," I raised my shoulder in a half shrug and a smile.

"So, you've been stalking me? Princess? That's cute," he smirked.

"Stalking you? Princess? And how is that cute? Don't get me wrong, I just saw you two when I was about to drive out of the parking lot and then, I don't know, it felt irritating. I don't

know - "

"You know Mercedes, that's something they call, what's the word? Aha! Jealousy! " he smirked.

"Jealous? Who? Me?"

He nodded.

"You're crazy! I am not jealous!" I hissed.

"Liar!" he mumbled.

"Or, you are jealous of me!" I shot.

"Why? Is it that lame guy you partied with? The one you left me at home for?"

"Who? Oh! Him - " I laughed, remembering Cameron.

"I see he means a lot to you for you to laugh so much just mentioning his name,"

"No, you got it all wrong. He's just a friend," I smiled.

"A friend? That you partied with in a stripper's costume?"

"Yeah, right! Just like a friend you made out with. And don't you dare turn the tables around Mr. I'm all so cute and brave. You made out the night those scumbags broke into the house. I know for a fact. You reeked a lot and just had women's perfume as your signature scent. Not to talk of the pink smudges on your lips and your neck. You made out with her? Am I right?"

"Should I tell you the truth?"

"I know the truth. It's a sure yes,"

"And it doesn't affect you?"

"Why would it? She's your business," I shrugged.

"Just admit you're jealous,"

"No, i'm not!" I hissed ordered.

"Seriously? Not even a bit?" he raised his brow in suspicion.

"Yes. Not even a bit,"

"I do not believe you,"

"Who cares?"

"You!" he spat.

"You wish," I rolled my eyes.

"And it came true," he nodded with a cheesy smile.

I was not jealous. I just felt like ripping that stupid girl's hair off for making out with him. He was very stupid and she was insane. And I was not jealous at all.

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"So, ladies and gentlemen, that's the end of the session today. Day three, make her feel good," The usual lady said as we walked into the room.

"We missed the whole thing," I sighed.

"But I did make you feel good," he chuckled.

"Yeah, food kinda makes me feel good. I mean, lunch was awesome. Thanks, anyway," I smiled.

"No problem, pumpkin," he smirked.

"Back to square one," I mumbled as we walked out.

"Hell yeah, pumpkin,"

Urgh!

He was the pumpkin!

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