Chapter 25: In Fake Kisses & Overdressing

ISABELLE

It was a Monday. I got out of bed VERY reluctantly, and freshening up, I made my way to my closet, rummaging for something swoon-worthy for... never mind... MOVING ON.

I got ready and combed my hair and applying a small amount of lip gloss, I left the house putting on my glasses and making my way to the cafe, as promised to Taylor. Also because I needed some caffeine in my system to start the day without a grumpy face.

Walking into the cafe, I felt a little out of place.. Partially because I was very dressed, and it didn't help that the barista called my name out loud, letting everyone know who I was.

"Isabelle Edward!" Martha screamed at the top of her lungs and pointing at me, causing people to look my way and gasp.

"Is that her?"

"The famous designer?"

"She was at that big party on Saturday!"

Then I heard Martha's voice again, loud and clear.

"Your boyfriend's waiting for you here!"

Boyfriend? I don't have one... Do I? I turned around to Martha to follow her gaze to.. Holy shit. Him.

Adam Fudging Thorne, smirking at me with his dreamy eyes, and I swear I head the click of a camera, but decided it was best to ignore it.

"He's not my boyfriend!" I said a little too quickly, looking at Martha and then at the amused expression on his face.

"Sure he is! Your relationship is all over the place, people talk you know... And I have proof of it too..." She gave me a wicked smile, rummaging for her phone.

That can't be good, I thought and gulped nervously and glanced at Adam who was sipping his coffee peacefully, sitting in Taylor and my spot. That's when I noticed Taylor sitting behind him with a shocked and surprised expression in her face.

"Here, look!" Martha announced and everyone turned to stare at the phone in her hand and I pulled my glasses down a bit, squinting to see before I gasped.

Oh shit.

And there it was folks, the whole internet filled with pictures of me and Adam holding hands, laughing at each other, him whispering in my ear and last but not the least, us kissing. To say I was a nervous wreck right now would be an understatement.

"That's not real!" I said quickly, mouth still ajar, when I felt someone's presence behind me and looked at Adam hovering over me, snaking his around my waist and pulling me close to him.

My mouth closed but I was still shocked at his reaction and then he did something weird. Well, not exactly weird but kind of embarrassing.

He kissed me.

Although just like I had at the party, it was a small peck that lasted nearly ten seconds. I closed my eyes on the impact, already weak in the knees when Adam pulled away, smiling at me.

"There's no use in hiding it anymore sweetheart, they already know our love story." He chuckled and I inwardly cringed, then signaled to Martha. "The usual for my dear girlfriend here, and her friend." He stressed on girlfriend, making my stomach flip, then led me towards our table and sat me down, still holding my hand.

He then brought an extra chair from a nearby empty table and plopped down on it, propping his elbows on the table and placing his face in his hands like a child waiting for a treat.

"Are you guys...?" Taylor looked between me and Adam then back at me questioningly.

"No! There's nothing going on Taylor and you know it, I literally just saw you less than 12 hours ago!" I tried to defend myself.

"A lot can happen in seconds, let alone 12 hours." Adam added rather innocently, making me scoff.

"Listen, Mr. Thorne, I only kissed you because you were stuck with that Milani model, and it wasn't even a real kiss, it was like... a peck!" I looked into his deep blue eyes, when he took my hand.

"You look very beautiful today and might I say, sexy? Did you dress up for me? Because I think it's working." He said and Taylor gasped.

"I think I'm gonna go, have fun Belle." She said and ran out of the cafe, mouthing a 'call me' and running away.

"What is your problem?" I said now frustrated. "I was only trying to help you out, not shove myself into a relationship!"

"Is that right?" He asked me, then furrowed his brows and reaching forward, took off my glasses. "There, much better now. You have striking eyes. Why do you hide them?"

"Just... because." I said, looking away, when my brownies and coffee came, and boy was I thankful for the distraction. "Don't change the subject."

" And why would you kiss me?" I asked him

"Because you kissed me first... Didn't you want that?" He said.

"It was fake! And no!" I said through clenched teeth.

"Really?" I don't believe you." He said and looked at me thoughtfully.

"I don't lie." I stated as matter of fact.

"Everyone lies." He said

"I don't.. Neither do my brothers."

"Still don't believe you." He said so and I scoffed.

"Ask me one thing you think I won't lie about." I told him and he looked at me for a few seconds.

His phone suddenly started ringing and he looked at the screen then picked up. "Excuse me." Saved by the ring.

He kept sitting there and talking on the phone, and I took this as an opportunity to stare at him like a creep.

He was wearing a dark green dress shirt with grey pants, the first two buttons of his shirt wide open, revealing his chest and I stared him, shamelessly. He had a light stubble and his hair was neatly combed back except a stray strand that fell onto his forehead. My hand itched to push it away, and stupidly, I did.

He stopped talking to the other person immediately and looked at me, his brows raised and then he smiled, so charmingly that I had to look at his picture perfect lips, making me think of how it would feel to kiss them. Oh wait, I already kissed him... Twice, to be precise, each time driving me crazier than the last.

I pushed his stray strand away then pushed his hair in the front a little more back, lightly with my fingers and then he caught my hand, and I looked at his eyes finally.

He smirked. He smirked. Knowing full well he had won.

"Like what you see?" He asked in a sultry tone, which made me want to lick my lips and stupidly, I did so, when the grip of his hand on mine tightened and he looked at my lips, the back at my eyes. I could swear I saw his eyes turn darker, when he brought my hand down and kissed it ever so gently, never leaving my eyes and setting it back down on the table, covering it with his own.

That's when I heard the clearing of a throat behind me.

Shit. Things just got complicated.

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