It's My Secret - Chapter Sixteen

CHAPTER SIXTEEN

(William’s P.O.V)

Wow! This artwork is amazing. To think, I always thought Galleries were places which contained paintings that were sold for hundreds of dollars for work that a 3 year old, could have done for you - and all one of those would cost you, was a single lolly pop or ice cream.

"William!" yells… Bianca!

"Yes?" I ask, reluctantly turning away from the artwork in front of me.

"Who was that woman back there?" she demands.

"A…friend," I answer, trying to make it sound like a statement more than a question.

"A friend… So exactly how long have you known her?"

"Something like… 5 months?" - And sleeping with her for 3 months, I smirk to myself. I quickly take a mouthful of champagne, hoping it’ll stop more follow up questions.

"So then, how long have you been sleeping with her?" she asks - as if reading my mind.

Her outburst causes the champagne to lodge itself at the back my throat, making me cough frantically.

(Jezabelle’s P.O.V)

I can’t focus. My encounter with that rude individual has set off my P.M.S button. What I wouldn’t give to slap that smile from her face. Calm, I need to calm down. Relax…In fact I think I might just sit in my office for a moment. If they need me they’ll find me - I am wearing a headset, for god’s sake.

Thankfully, I sneak away unnoticed. Facing away from the door, I lay my hands on my desk and hang my head and sighing in complete relaxation. After about 5 minutes has past, I hear the door click open and then shut. As I raise my head to inquire who has entered the room the lights are switched off - making it impossible to see anything, but the person’s shadowed figure.

"Who’s there?" I ask, backing myself into the desk now behind me. You will not panic… It’s probably just Billy… Yeah, it’s just Billy playing one of his games.

Looking like a fool, I reach out my hands and take several steps forward. Before I can take my third step, my palms come in contact with a man’s firm chest. Without a word, strong arms wrap around me and lift me to the desk and then I feel soft lips placed against mine.

As the lips are tracing down my throat, I can’t help but let a moan escape my lips. This is so passionate, familiar… and yet totally new. It’s something I can’t explain, can this really be Billy?

(William’s P.O.V)

Exiting the men’s room and escaping Bianca’s insistent question, I smoothly walk up to one of the many people wearing headsets and ask where I can find Belle. Quickly finding out she was in her office, I walk with an unknown urge - I need to see Belle…Now!

Silently opening the door, I realize the lights are off. This is strange… Is she in the dark, small room? My hand reaches out to touch the wall, searching for the light switch. As my hand grazes the smooth texture of the switch, I hear a stifled moan. Finally flicking the switch, light floods the room and not only do I find my Belle, but standing and groping her ass is Mitch. And if their tussled hair and messed clothes are any indication, they’ve been doing much more than just talking.

It’s none of my business. None of my business… Facing Belle, this is my mantra. Her eyes are wide is shock and she is continuously looking to and from between Mitch and I. It’s like she’s lost and noticeably confused.

"Billy? I - I thought…How? But, no…" she stutters vaguely, almost in code.

Mitch is now standing against the wall and slowly reaches for his tie, to adjust it into place. What the fuck have I stubbled upon? And why the hell can’t I leave? No one is speaking and the room is consumed in an awkward silence. Space… That is exactly what I need.

Turning to face the door, and only take one last look at a bewildered Belle, still sitting on her desk - clothes and hair completely disorganized and out of place. Shit, this night just got a whole lot worse.
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(Jezabelle's P.O.V)

I couldn’t stay in that office, in that gallery. Last night, with Mitch and Billy… That was never meant to happen, ever. I can’t even remember how that night’s events lead to that moment. Sighing in frustration, I reach to the bedside table and grab my cell. Sure enough, there are several missed calls from Mitch - who thinks our relationship is still strong, if not stronger because of last night - there’s also two MMS’ from Suzie, which I quickly scan and reply.

Unfortunately there’s no word from Billy. I know I’ve wrecked things with him. He never liked Mitch and then for him to see the both of us together…

Before I can finish that thought, my cell vibrates. The screen shows I have a new message and silently I hope it’s from Billy. Please, please…

Be free tonight.
Come to my apartment, @ 10 pm.
-BILLY
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Author's Note:
Let me start by apologizing for not posting this chapter sooner - I hope I haven't deterred anyone from reading this chapter or any of the future chapters - recently my computer was broken and when I finally got it back, it continued to shut down on it's own and it caused me to lose whatever I had typed.
Secondly, while my computer was M.I.A, I have continued my future story ideas - I have 17 other story idea's in progress. All Romance of course, but they range from Contemporary, Classical and even romances with, time-travel. I hope you will enjoy my future stories as much as you do this one.

SECRET #8
On the 30th of October - 2009 - I got my first tattoo! And I was surprised when it didn't hurt as much as I thought it would. However, as much as I wanted this tattoo, while waiting in the chair for it to begin, I was totally scared. Scared of it hurting and scared that the tattooist would stuff up the design I had made. Thankfully everything worked out!

Thanks for reading, Hopefully now posts will be more often and regular.
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