“I’m never drinking again,” Bella moaned into her pillow. “What the hell was I thinking?” She dragged herself out of her bed, stumbling to the bathroom. Her hair was a tangled knot and she had pillow creases across her face. “Yep, never drinking. I look like I slept on the bar room floor.”
She washed her face, scrubbing the nastiness from her skin. Reaching to turn on the shower, she heard her phone from underneath the covers. She turned on the water, going to search for her phone. She found it, crammed in between the wall and the mattress. Sliding her finger across the screen she answered, “Hello?”
“Little Bell, I was getting worried,” her father breathed. “I tried calling you and you wouldn’t pick up.”
“I was sleeping off my hangover,” she replied, yawning wildly. “Sorry for not answering sooner.”
“Well, I’m glad you’re okay,” he breathed. “Listen, I know you said you’re working remotely to get over what Jacob did to you, but I’ve got a new fighter joining the family.”
“I thought you weren’t training anyone new,” she said, falling back onto the pillows.
“With Jacob’s decision to take drugs, cheat on my little girl and disgrace my gym, I had an opening. So, when I got an email from Carlisle, begging to take this fighter on, I jumped at the chance,” Charlie said. She could hear the smile in his voice.
“So, why do you need me?” Bella asked, scrubbing at her eyes.
“He needs to fill out the paperwork and all that jazz. Plus, he’s got some legal issues …” Charlie trailed off.
“He sounds like another asshole, like the one you kicked to the curb,” Bella grumped.
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