Chapter 120 What is true? - Bella

Chapter 120 What is true? - Bella
I yawn, ignoring my father's side-eye.
Luckily it's Monday, and the lunch rush is not that busy. I could easily go home and take a nap.
Excitement races through my veins at the prospect of tonight. I'm putting myself in trouble again, with a man I swore I would never touch again.
Elio just knows what I want, and how I like it, and now I ended up on his doorstep again last night like a fucking beggar.
I need to put a stop to it.
One last time.
Just one more time, then I'm done.
The door opens, and I cringe when a bunch of women my age enter, one of them I know especially well. The universe must fucking hate me today for lying to myself that I'm only seeing Elio one more time.
"Your turn." Dad says with a snarky attitude, and I roll my eyes. I'm still waiting for him to ask me where I'm disappearing to at night.
"Ladies." I place menus in front of the women, avoiding the blonde's gaze. "Can I get you anything to drink?"
"Isabella!"
I cringe inwardly. Of course she was gonna know it's me, everybody knows this is my family's restaurant.
"Chloe." I force a fake smile onto my lips. Dad is forever saying I shouldn't scare the customers away with my splendid personality.
"You still work here?" Is there judgement in her tone?
What the fuck is wrong with working at your family's restautrant? It's a business, and why the hell am I even allowing this chick to affect me this way?
It's because I'm still seeing the image of her in my mind's eye. Some girl came to tell me that Elio was getting it on in the boys' bathroom. I didn't believe it, because just the week before, the asshole told me he loved me, and that I was perfect for him.
I was only sixteen, he was two years older, but the asshole looked so genuine when he said it, I fucking believed him.
So imagine my surprise when I get to the bathroom, and find Chloe on her knees in the first stall with my so-called boyfriend's dick in her mouth.
To this day I still regret not at least yanking her blonde hair. Instead, I slashed his fucking tyres to his pride and joy, the Mustang.
"I do." Again, I force a smile on my face, and quickly take their drink orders.
I don't stay at her table too long, I clear up, I take orders. Impersonal, but effective.
"Isabella." Chloe smiles at me when her posse gets up to leave. "It was really good to see you. Are you and Elio still in touch?"
Everything in me freezes, and I wish that I could slap the smile from her pretty face, but Dad wouldn't like that. Bad for customer service.
"I see him around here and there." I say, instead of doing what I really want.
"Listen, you and I didn't exactly see eye to eye in school, but just know that I told Elio it was a bad idea."
I try to keep my expression neutral. "You having his dick shoved down your throat?"
She flinches at my crude words. "I was just doing him a favor, okay? I owed him for helping me out once."
"You really shouldn't go around and say things like that. It doesn't make you look too good."
"That's not..." She sighs. "Elio was my friend, and he asked me to make it look like he was cheating on you. He orchestrated the whole thing."
I should get an Oscar for the way I'm keeping my composure at this information. I try to think back on that fucking day, the girl telling me he was in the bathroom with Chloe, and me opening the door to find her on her knees with her face in his crotch.
"Talk to Elio about it." She smiles again. "I always thought the two of you were perfect for each other."
She leaves on those parting words, leaving me to stand there and wonder if I really did see his actual dick in her mouth. I didn't. And if what she's saying is true, why did he do that? He knew I would leave him. Couldn't he just break up with me if he didn't want to be with me anymore?
I don't want to go to his place, I really fucking don't, but of course my curiosity always gets the better of me. One of these days, it's gonna get me fucking killed.
I find his front door unlocked, just like the night before, and it's really irresponsible of him, especially after what happened with Amber when he almost got killed.
Again, he is sitting naked on the couch, waiting for me as if he knew I just can't stay away.
I slowly get undressed, staying in the boots and garter belt that I changed into when I got off shift, getting my condom and tearing the packet with my teeth.
His dark eyes look really, really angry tonight as I roll the rubber over his impressive length. Unlike the night before, I turn my back to him, and sit on his lap, sliding his erection through my wet folds.
My eyes close on a sigh. Why did he have to feel so good?
"I had an interesting visitor today." I gasp when I slide down on his hard cock, feeling him impossibly deep inside me. "She told me that you lied to me."
He fists his hand in my hair, tugging hard on the strands. "Funny you should talk about lies. Did you do something you shouldn't have done?"
I lift myself from his shaft slowly, my walls weeping at the loss before I slide back down. "I'm doing something I shouldn't do right now."
"Forbidden things always taste the best, don't they?" He pulls until I bend backwards into him. "Did you leak Anderson's footage to the press?"
I still my hips, frowning. "No."
Elio's free hand comes around me, and rubs my clit while his hand tightens in my hair, the sting welcome.
"Don't lie to me."
I close my eyes, pleasure and pain fighting for dominance as I roll my hips on him, his dick hitting places nobody has hit since him.
"I'm not lying. Tell me the truth about Chloe." The fingers on my clit stops, and he stills, so I know she must have told me the truth this afternoon.
"Go to the room." He says after a while. "There are handcuffs on the headboard, cuff your wrists to it, ass in the air."
Goosebumps break out over my skin, the promise of what he is going to do making me wetter. I fuck myself on him three more pumps before I get up, looking at him sitting on the couch with his hard cock looking like sin itself.
The anger is still in his eyes, but so is a promise, and I'm definitely cashing in on it.