cleaned and a liberal amount of deodorant.
She'd actually comforted Gerard when he'd split up with her, and Bella recoiled at the very thought as she lathered her body in strawberry and pomegranate shower gel.
She'd held his hand as he'd sat in front of her, his eyes downcast, his lashes shimmering with what looked like the threat of tears, “It's just not working Bella. It's not you, it's me.”
He'd squeezed her hand tightly and the minute he delivered that cliché line Bella had felt a trickle of dread seep down her back before moving round and landing in her stomach. She might have been a virgin when she met Gerard and yes, she had a simplistic view of life, but she wasn't actually so simple that she didn't know what that line really meant.
“Have you met someone else?”
As Bella washed the soapy foam from her body, she remembered how totally shell shocked she had been at his admission that indeed there was someone else. He could have at least had the decency to lie to soften the blow.
Bella had started to wonder what the girl Gerard had met had that she didn't. In fact, it didn't matter anyway because once Gerard had confirmed he had met someone new, his mouth had revved up like a runaway train. He hadn't meant it to happen, but the chemistry between them had been allegedly catatonic.
Bella had never heard Gerard use words like that before and at the time she hadn't even been convinced that he'd even used it in the correct context. She'd googled the meaning after he'd left the house with a red cheek and a budding black eye after she'd socked him one in the face after she'd found out exactly who the other girl was.
Switching off the shower, Bella stepped out of the cubicle, wrapping herself in a pink fluffy bathrobe.
It had transpired that the girl who had left Gerard filled with lust had been Sophie, Bella's younger stepsister.
Sophie - with the stick thin figure, big tits, and an even bigger mouth.
She was four years younger than Bella and made her feel at least four stones heavier too.
So, Sophie and Gerard had been pulled together as they had ripped Bella's life apart.
For three days, Bella had holed herself up in her bedroom watching chick flicks, eating an inordinate amount of Ben and Jerry's ice cream and crying.
Crying so hard she'd felt like her eyeballs were going to explode.
Then the inner fight had kicked in.
Why should she allow Sophie and Gerard to ruin her life?
She was only twenty-five years old; the world was her proverbial oyster.
She'd rang Julia that evening, still crying but hoping that her trusted friend would be able to pick her up and offer her a solution.
At ten years her senior, Julia was knowledgeable of all things worldly and especially anything related to the opposite sex. Bella had figured that Julia would be able to boost her up and give her a contingency plan.
What Bella hadn't been banking on was Julia's offer.
“Stuff him and stuff her, they deserve each other,” Julia's voice had boomed. “Come and live with me. Get out of the back of beyond and move here, move to New York honey, it's time top kick start your life. Anyway, I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll pay for your flight; in fact I'm booking you a flight as we speak.”
As Bella cleaned her teeth, she couldn't help but smile.
Julia had been right to be so forceful because if she hadn't have been, then Bella would have avoided making the necessary changes to her life.
Three days later, Bella had arrived at the airport to a large welcoming hug from Julia and the promise of a new start.
Towel drying her hair, Bella heard the radio being switched on in the kitchen and Julia's voice, singing along completely out of tune to a Katy Perry song.
As she unlocked the bathroom door and made her way back to the bedroom, a whiff of waffles and freshly ground coffee infiltrated the air.
Bella knew she had done the right thing; New York City was now definitely her home.
“So I said to him - I am open minded but
She'd actually comforted Gerard when he'd split up with her, and Bella recoiled at the very thought as she lathered her body in strawberry and pomegranate shower gel.
She'd held his hand as he'd sat in front of her, his eyes downcast, his lashes shimmering with what looked like the threat of tears, “It's just not working Bella. It's not you, it's me.”
He'd squeezed her hand tightly and the minute he delivered that cliché line Bella had felt a trickle of dread seep down her back before moving round and landing in her stomach. She might have been a virgin when she met Gerard and yes, she had a simplistic view of life, but she wasn't actually so simple that she didn't know what that line really meant.
“Have you met someone else?”
As Bella washed the soapy foam from her body, she remembered how totally shell shocked she had been at his admission that indeed there was someone else. He could have at least had the decency to lie to soften the blow.
Bella had started to wonder what the girl Gerard had met had that she didn't. In fact, it didn't matter anyway because once Gerard had confirmed he had met someone new, his mouth had revved up like a runaway train. He hadn't meant it to happen, but the chemistry between them had been allegedly catatonic.
Bella had never heard Gerard use words like that before and at the time she hadn't even been convinced that he'd even used it in the correct context. She'd googled the meaning after he'd left the house with a red cheek and a budding black eye after she'd socked him one in the face after she'd found out exactly who the other girl was.
Switching off the shower, Bella stepped out of the cubicle, wrapping herself in a pink fluffy bathrobe.
It had transpired that the girl who had left Gerard filled with lust had been Sophie, Bella's younger stepsister.
Sophie - with the stick thin figure, big tits, and an even bigger mouth.
She was four years younger than Bella and made her feel at least four stones heavier too.
So, Sophie and Gerard had been pulled together as they had ripped Bella's life apart.
For three days, Bella had holed herself up in her bedroom watching chick flicks, eating an inordinate amount of Ben and Jerry's ice cream and crying.
Crying so hard she'd felt like her eyeballs were going to explode.
Then the inner fight had kicked in.
Why should she allow Sophie and Gerard to ruin her life?
She was only twenty-five years old; the world was her proverbial oyster.
She'd rang Julia that evening, still crying but hoping that her trusted friend would be able to pick her up and offer her a solution.
At ten years her senior, Julia was knowledgeable of all things worldly and especially anything related to the opposite sex. Bella had figured that Julia would be able to boost her up and give her a contingency plan.
What Bella hadn't been banking on was Julia's offer.
“Stuff him and stuff her, they deserve each other,” Julia's voice had boomed. “Come and live with me. Get out of the back of beyond and move here, move to New York honey, it's time top kick start your life. Anyway, I'm not taking no for an answer. I'll pay for your flight; in fact I'm booking you a flight as we speak.”
As Bella cleaned her teeth, she couldn't help but smile.
Julia had been right to be so forceful because if she hadn't have been, then Bella would have avoided making the necessary changes to her life.
Three days later, Bella had arrived at the airport to a large welcoming hug from Julia and the promise of a new start.
Towel drying her hair, Bella heard the radio being switched on in the kitchen and Julia's voice, singing along completely out of tune to a Katy Perry song.
As she unlocked the bathroom door and made her way back to the bedroom, a whiff of waffles and freshly ground coffee infiltrated the air.
Bella knew she had done the right thing; New York City was now definitely her home.
“So I said to him - I am open minded but
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