Introduction: Waking to Chaos
Trigger warnings - 18r, L, N, V. S
(Book 3 of the Chat & Belle Series)
Introduction.
Celle’s POV
I open my eyes and stare at my ceiling, what the hell is that indecent noise….fuck….it’s my cell…..where the hell is it…..fuck……I search around in the bed frantically, finally I find it on the ground next to the bed, and without even looking at the caller ID on screen, I swipe accept call.
Belle Anderson: “OMG….BESTIE….do I have one hell of a story to tell you!”
My best friend Belle Anderson. She is everything I hope to one day be, she is crazy, kind, and the most beautiful woman on the planet.
Belle and I met in kindergarten, and have been inseparable since. She is like my big sister and little sister all rolled into one.
“Good morning to you too, sunshine.”
I answer, my voice still granny from having just woken up.
Belle: “Yeha, yeah whatever. So the bookstore burned down.”
I sit up in bed and scream through the phone.
“BELLE WHAT THE HELL That is not funny. If you were looking for a way to get me out of bed, I am telling you right now, that is not the way to do it!”
Belle: (Giggling) “I’m serious Cell, here I’ll send you the link to the news report, but anyway that’s not why I’m calling you, remember that stupid charity ball I had to go to ALONE, because you would not go with me?’’
I sigh.
“Correction bitch, I COULD NOT go with you. I had a fucking double shift at the bar, I told you, but by the sound of excitement in your voice I take it you had a fucking good time. No pun intended.”
I smirk.
Belle: “I’m in a castle Cell, I met a gorgeous, big, bad King, and he brought me back to his castle, and now I’m never leaving.”
“Bitch, are you drunk? What the fuck Belle, where are you, tell me I’ll come get you. You can stay with me until the insurance for the bookstore pays out. Where are you Belle?”
Belle: “Calm down girl. DO I sound scared to you? No. Exactly. This place is everything you and I always dreamed about owning Celle. It has a massive library, an even bigger kitchen, about a million bedrooms, it really is a castle.”
“Okay….so the big bad King…is who? Mr. Chat Ludlow, hah, in your dreams bitch.”
I scoff, not thinking for one minute that Belle could have run into the wealthiest man on the planet by accident, things like that only happen in fairy tales right, not to us poor girls in the real world.
Belle: “Yip…it’s him.”
My jaw drops.
“WHAT? NO WAY? ARE YOU SERIOUS? BITCH DETAILS NOW. EVERY SINGLE THING. But first. Did you let him fuck you?”
I can picture Belle’s flushed cheeks, she always does that whenever I tease her about sex. I know she’s still a virgin and she has always proudly declared, “I am saving myself for my future husband. It’s the only gift I can give him one day, so it’s precious.”
Belle: “Holy fuck Bitch, you have been holding out on me all this time, WHY THE HELL DID YOU NOT TELL ME that sex could be so euphoric and addictive, I feel like I now have so much catching up to do, and poor Chat needs to bare the rant of it. Not that he’s complaining or anything.”
I gasp, then laugh.
“Well at least this one has looks, and knows how to please a woman. I suppose that’s an excellent first, if I do say so myself. Good job, Bitch.”
I hear Belle’s laughter over the phone, she sounds happy, bubbly, and my heart swells for her. I can only imagine how she must be glowing now, she’s always had that magic around her, the kind that draws people in.
“So listen, I need to go. I only have a couple of hours left before I need to go back to that dump that pays my rent, and I really want some more sleep. So can I text you later, or whatever?”
Belle: “Sure. I love you girl, you know that right?”
“Be, you love everyone, but I know what you mean. Bye.”
Then I press end call, and pull the cover over my head.
Fuck. I’m late again, as fucking usual. I hate myself for not being able to keep my head in the game for longer than five seconds. Who the hell is going to employ someone that can’t even make it to the interview on time. I seriously need to work on my life choices. Like just because I’m the most popular bar lady in New York’s Central district at the moment, it doesn’t mean I have to drink until I pass out every night, right?
Okay so maybe I don’t drink every night. But last night I did. And I knew I shouldn’t have because I knew exactly this was going to happen, and well here we are! It fucking happend. I. AM. LATE. for the first decent job interview in months, I fucking blew it, again.
I walk up to the tall building, and peer inside, I don’t see anyone, and just as I am about to step through the door, my senses are suddenly engulfed by a deep rich aftershave, and I jump when I notice a big muscular, veiny hand, covered in tattoos covering my much smaller hand, the voice in my ear, is deep, dark, and sexy: “Let me get that for you, angel.”
When I turn to look over my shoulder at the source of the voice I almost lose my footing at the sight before me.
Big broad chest, then I look up and am met by yellow - golden eyes, staring so intently, it feels like they see straight into my soul, my eyes drop to his lips, and instinctively I bite my bottom lip. Fucking hell this man is sex on a stick.
For a moment we both just stand there staring at each other, then the woman behind us clears her throat, and the spell is broken. He pushes the door open, and I walk in, before I can turn around and thank him, he’s gone.
That night when I finally get back to my apartment, I take out my favorite rose vibrator, and imagine that it is his lips as I go to town on myself.
Months later
It is Belle’s wedding day, and as her best friend and maid of honor there’s no other place I’d rather be than right here by her side today.
“I still can’t believe how amazing you look, Be. I swear Chat is going to cum in his pants.”
I watch as that infamous blush of her’s spreads across her body, and can’t stop the laughter that bubbles out.
Belle: “OMG…Cell….stop it…you are just like Chat, you love embarrassing me in public. Come help me zip up, I’m sure Chat and Alex are waiting for us in the courtroom.”
I walk up behind her, and help her with the zipper to her wedding dress, then she moves into the bathroom to spritz on some perfume, and put on some clear lip gloss, while I stare at my reflection in the mirror. I have my long red hair pinned up in a big ‘sixty-style’ bun on my head, my big hazel eyes leaning more to the brown side today, but I know it’s only because of the last weeks late nights I have been having, but I’m not complaining, the tips have been amazing.
“Be, we need to go, or else you’ll be late for your own wedding.” I smile at her as we lock gazes, and ask in a softer tone, “are you sure you want to do this?”
Belle: “Cell, are you kidding me. This man is everything I have ever dreamed of, there is no way I’m letting him slip through my fingers.”
Then she hooks her arm into mine and we make our way to the courtroom. Before the guard opens the doors, we hug, and I whisper, “I love you Be, now go get your man.”
I nod at the guard, and walk into the courtroom before her, and that’s when I see him. Standing next to the groom, I notice him nudging him when I enter, and when our gazes clash, I see the instant recognition in them.
He remembers our first encounter, just like I remember it.
This man has been the obsession of my sexual fantasies for the past 4 months.
