Page 9 of When Love Becomes A Need
That I could understand. It was hard being an underdog in a competitive industry.
“You can’t give up though, Bella. I know your time is coming.” She rolled her eyes, grabbed the glass in front of her and threw the drink back.
“Not soon enough.” I took my drink from the bartender and sipped on it.
Isabella and I have been friends since birth, literally. We were born afew days apart. Our mothers were best friends and raised us as such. She was more like my sister than anything, so I hated to see her feeling so discouraged because that wasn’t her at all.
Isabella was always bubbly and carefree. She was forever smiling and could make the grumpiest person smile by her personality alone. While I was a little more laid back, Isabella was in your face wanting to be noticed.
Isabella was Puerto Rican and black. Her olive skin was always blemish-free, and her sandy brown hair was currently parted down the middle and running down her back. Unlike my slim frame, Isabella was thick and curvy. She had the perfect body for a model. Unfortunately, a lot of other women did too, which made it hard for her to break off in the industry. She was a beautiful girl and could give a lot of women a run for their money, too.
“What’s wrong?”
I looked around the bar, suddenly feeling like someone was watching me. Nothing seemed out of the ordinary to me, so I shrugged the feeling off.
“Nothing.”
“Another round, please!” Isabella waved the bartender over.
Seeing the mood that she was in, I finished my drink so I could get ready for the next round.
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“Why the hell did I let you talk me into drinking this much?” I whined, getting off the bar stool and stumbling some before snickering.
Since I was off tomorrow, I didn’t mind drinking as much as I did tonight. I wasn’t drunk, but I was definitely tipsy.
“Because you’re a wonderful best friend.” Isabella threw her arms around me, smiling. She was as tipsy as I was.
“Shit, bathroom break.”
“I’ll take care of the tab.” I nodded and pulled away from her.
Rushing to the bathroom, I quickly knocked on the door before entering it. Quickly pulling down my pants, I hurried and released my full bladder, instantly feeling relief.
Once I was finished, I pulled my pants up and washed my hands. Looking in the mirror, I did a quick once over before exiting the bathroom. I had two puff balls in the front of my hair while the back was out in its natural state. I had been off the creamy crack for three years now, and I loved it. I would never go back.
My phone went off in my pocket and I grabbed it, seeing it was Kevin. It had been about three days since I last saw him. He was seeing if he could stop by tonight. I was shocked because he had just told me he needed to take a step back from me, but here he was texting me.
The liquor in me had taken over and had me horny, so I wasn’t going to turn him down. As I was looking down at my phone, I ran into someone. The hardness of their chest caused me to drop my phone and stumble backward.
A hand reached out and grabbed me.
“You should really pay more attention to where you’re walking.”That voice.
My heart suddenly sped up as I looked down at the hand that was now holding my wrist. A shock shot through my body as my eyes slowly traveled upwards.
My words got caught in my throat as I stared into Ahmad’s dark eyes. His face was blankly staring back at me. For some reason, my heart was beating fast. I was sure he could hear it. I slightly parted my lips, preparing to speak but couldn’t seem to form a sentence.
Ahmad stared at me with a concerned look on his face. He scanned my body with his eyes causing the hair on the back of my neck to rise and my body to heat up.
“Sorry,” I mumbled, finally finding my words.
His long, pink tongue went across his bottom lip, causing a throbbing between my legs.
I cleared my throat and quickly removed my arm from his grasp. Bending down, I picked my phone up.
I went to step around Ahmad, but he grabbed me again. Once again, a spark shot through my body.
