A Modern Day Fairy Tale Teaser

I woke up, just before dawn, and I was surrounded by Masen. He was holding me so tightly and so tenderly. His face was completely relaxed. It gave me a chance to stare at him unabashedly. Damn, he was so good looking, with multi-faceted bronze colored hair. His skin was pale, but not washed out. He had a healthy glow about him. His lips were full, and his teeth were straight and so very white. When he smiled, his grin was adorably crooked, but so very endearing. His eyes, though, they lured me in. They were the color of emeralds, not that I could see them as he slept, but knowing that they were hidden behind his lids and beneath those long eyelashes made me want to wake him up, just to see his beautiful eyes.

He was in a deep sleep, deliciously shirtless and cradling me to his body, even as he slept. He was snoring quietly, with his nose buried in my hair. My bladder, however, decided to make itself known. All the wine I’d had last night was catching up with me. Wriggling out his embrace, I padded to the bathroom, peeing and taking care of business.

With the wine, I also had a bit of a hangover. I walked to the kitchen, pouring myself a glass of water and went in search for some Advil or Tylenol. I found pay dirt in the island. I took a couple pills with a glass of water and started back to the bedroom, but my phone was chirping from my purse. Opening up the clutch, I saw numerous text messages from an unknown number. But, I knew right away that anonymous texter was my hateful sister. With the language and hateful ire being spewed at me, it had to be Alice.

You’re such a fucking whore.

I hate you and what you’re doing to me.

Forcing me to do YOUR job, worthless hag!

Whore! Slut! Spreading your legs to get rich! You’re a prostitute, Bella. 

He doesn’t love you. You’re just a tight pussy for him to fuck. Did you ever think about that?

You think that you can walk away from the family? Bullshit! Bring your whoring ass home. Dad fell. 

“No!” I breathed. I looked at the clock and if I got a cab, I could get home in forty-five minutes. The last message came an hour ago. My eyes welled with tears as I reread the texts from my sister.

Was I just a booty call?

I shook my head and tiptoed back to the bedroom. I took off Masen’s tuxedo shirt, swiping the t-shirt and shorts from the foot of the bed. I took off the pendant and earrings, leaving them on the nightstand. As much as I hated to, I couldn’t let this continue. I refuse to …  I couldn’t … I’d send him back his clothes and shut the door on whatever relationship we had building. I snuck out, swiping a hoodie from the closet and making way down to the lobby. Dad had given me some cash, if I needed it.

Hailing a taxi, I gave them the address to the bakery.