Crazy Stupid Love

Who's Fooling Who?

Kenny and I walking side by side holding hands on the beach. He is holding my hand in his palms. There's a big wave heading our way.

I pull his hand, I want to run away from it but he grabs my hand. Pulls me into his arms and I fall helplessly in his arms. His bare chest against my bikini top. I look up and he kisses me and we get lost in the kiss as the wave hits us.

We get splashed in under water and he holds on tight to my hand as we swim to the surface.

"Bella, Isabella! Chika wake up" someone is yelling in my ear, There's that annoying dog barking again. "Isabella , wake up" someone is shaking me.

"Bella wake up, you're going to be late for work." Oh my god! It was just a dream. I open my eyes. April is standing next to me with a cup of coffee in her hands. She hands it to me. I am still a bit dizzy from the dream.

"Drink that and get to the shower, you don't have much time, it looks like we over slept Chika"

Oh no I cannot be late. I look at my alarm clock and I must have slept through it. It was eight on the dot.

"Oh shoot! I am so late. Thanks for waking me up Chika" I take the coffee and put it on my bedside table. I pull over the duvet and get out of bed as quickly as I can.

"eh! What’s that?" April asks pointing at the shirt. Holly molly! What? Oh no! No one was suppose to see me in this shirt. Not even her.

I don't know if I’m embarrassed or ashamed at this point. I mean she obviously knows everything in my closet. If it was mine she would know.

But I’ve been keep this delicious secret to myself. I know how April is, I will never hear the end of this and I will have to explain it to her.

"Never mind that you'll tell me about it later, you're an hour behind."

Boy was I glad for that. I have no intensions of explaining my nightwear to anyone. Especially the one I consider a secret. My own little secret. The one thing I have that connects me to Kenny.

I quickly jumped into the shower. I was out in seven minutes. The quickest shower I’ve ever took in my whole entire life. I probably broke the record. I get out and my outfit is already on the bed.

It's a slick white pencil dress that goes just underneath my knees. It has a slim leather patent sweet pink belt. There was my never-worn-before patent leather sweet pink Prada pumps with a matching purse.

I'm Excited to see what I look like on my full length mirror. I know I’m running late but a girl has to steal a couple of minutes to admire herself.

I look good and I don't want to look like an obese Barbie with my curves and big behinds. I decide on minimum make up. Mascara and a bit of peach blush on my cheeks.. I seem to have everything I need except for my jewelers box.

It's so big I can't miss it. I cannot move it and I don't remember moving it either. Instead, I find the pink diamonds. I know how April get's when she gets an idea in her head. All she wants to see is me wearing them and I know she won't stop till I do.

"Isabella! humor her" my inner goddess whispers. I listen to her and I put them on. I don't have any time for breakfast so I just grabbed my herbal tea in a flask and two muffins. They should keep me going until lunch.

Traffic was a nightmare. Friday's are always busy with all the yellow cab drivers driving like they are insane. I could just squeeze my little toy car in them but I somehow made it.

Still late. Very late. I have never been this late. I quickly run past Martha. I now that she knows I’m late but I was not about to listen to one of her lectures, not when I’m this late.

I quickly dive in my office to find my office full of Lilies. Everywhere. My heart stopped beating for a moment. There must have been a thousand of them in there. I cannot believe my eyes.

"Who does this?" I run up to Martha's desk and find her busy playing cards on her computer. She’s startled by my sudden appearance.

"Yes" she says grumpily as always.

“Good morning Marth…”

“You’re late again Isabella."

“I know but…”

“Speak up young lady, I don’t have the whole day…”

"Ehm, the flowers in my office... do you know who sent them?" I asked her with a huge smile hoping it will change the expression on her face.

"You know, every time you run late I have to sign for your deliveries, you should try getting here on time and then you won't have to ask me stupid questions while I’m very busy trying to make an honest living..."

Ha! So says the woman who was playing solitaire cards on her computer. Martha will have to learn her place one of this days but today was not one of them I would even kiss her ugly mug if it meant that she will tell me who sent me all those beautiful lilies in my office.

I would give anything to know. What Martha does'nt know is that I’m a little overwhelmed by all this anonymous gifts. And for various reasons she wouldn't understand. I am kind of freaked out a but I tried to hide from her.

"look dear, I don't know who sends these things, I just sign for them and only because I’m at the front desk, it's not my job to ask questions, I just do as I’m told, I think I saw a card in one of the bunches, but with my old age, I could just be imagining things..."

Well I know that she is old but I was hoping that her eyes where not playing tricks on her showing her things that are not there. I rush back to my office and the office phone rings. I was late for a meeting.

A meeting I had completely forgotten about, I mean this was certainly not a day for distractions , I was distracted enough on my own. I was after all an hour behind.

By the time the meeting ends it’s almost lunch time, not only that but I haven’t read a single script.

"looks like I’m going to be skipping lunch, again" I murmur as I open my laptop and insert my flash drive. On my second script, I hear a knock on my door. I look at my watch. I know it can't be Martha because she has gone to lunch already. I was in no mood for socializing during lunch time because I had a ton of work to get through. I hear the knock again.

“Yes" I yell irritably.

The door slowly opens and a young boy gets in. He is still in his late teens. He’s dressed in all black suit with a red bow tie. He smiles with a smile that touches his eyes when he takes a look at me. I have never seen him before and yet he's standing right in front of me smiling like he knows me.

" Miss Isabella Johnson?" he asks politely. I nod. He gives me a note pad to sign.

"What's this?" I ask him.

"Oh that's a delivery note mam, my boss has strict rules about expensive deliveries, Ill also need to see some sort of identification to make sure that it is really you."

He answers with a smile. did he just say delivery? to me? Oh no! It must be another gift. This person was on a row! twice in one day? I fiddle in my purse and hand him my drivers license card.

" Do you know who is it from?" I was hoping that he would at least give me a clue about the mystery person behinds all these gifts.

"No mam, I just make sure you get the delivery"

I take the paper and sign it. He goes out and comes back pushing a silver tray. Oh my god! Food! Yes it was food. I suddenly felt the lion roaring in my stomach again. I love food.

This gift was certainly unexpected but very appreciated. I wasn’t going to go out to lunch any ways. I watched as he set the plates on my desk. Who ever this person was, he was very thought full and gave me a lot of variety to choose from.

In the first plate there was Salmon, asparagus, baby carrots and peas. The second one was a bit heavy, a chunk of steak with crispy green salad and roasted potatoes. The third one was Pasta with meat balls and a rich tomato sauce. The fourth one there was lasagna. All this food was mouth watering.

"Do I have to choose one?" I ask him a bit embarrassed. Everything looked good and I couldn’t bring myself to choose just one. Plus I was famished. Apart from the muffin I had this morning I didn’t really have anything.

I guess I was more hungry than I had thought.

"No mam, it's all yours... oh there's desert as well and for drinks we have this" he pulls out an ice bucket from underneath the tray.

"It's alcohol free," he says as he pours the sparkling alcohol free champagne in a glass.

"And the desert?" I ask after eating almost everything except for the pasta and lasagna. I had to leave some space fro desert. I had a choice of Vanilla ice cream, Chocolate mouse pudding with mint, Cherry trifle and death by chocolate cake. Yay! All my favorites. I chose the Vanilla ice cream and a slice of cake.

” I have been well fed" I mumble delightfully as I get back to my work.

From there on my day went smoothly and it was now time for me to go home. I get to the parking garage and there's three cars. The Mustang was there and there was also a red Porsche parked along side it.

Seeing the Mustang meant that Kenny was back from where ever he went. I mean Jessica was efficient and reliable I’m sure she had told him that I called in some time during the week.

He didn’t return my call. My heart sank a bit. My worst fears where confirmed. That kiss meant nothing to him. I mean he blew me off. We work in the same building surely he could have took out a minute and returned my call.

The lift opens as I walk to my car. I hear voices of men laughing. I was sure that one of them was Kenny. I wasn't sure that I would want to face the man who blew me off.

It would make me feel worse than I already was. I kept my head down and headed to my car.

"Hey its Bella, Isabella, wait up" One of the man calls out. Oh crap it's Kenny.

"What does he want?" my inner goddess with her Xena face on. I steady up my pace and turn around. Oh crap! He's with Christopher. As if the situation wasn't already tensed. This was going to make it ten times worse.

I mean they are friends and it was expected for them to be happy buddies, but not with me. I hated Chris with a passion.

They both walk up to me. Chris with the biggest grin on his face. I felt nauseated by just looking at him. He made me sick. A sorry excuse for a man. This was going to be the weirdest conversations I’ve ever had in my whole entire life. I take a deep breath.

“Braze yourself," my inner goddess whispers.

"Hi Bella..." Christopher greets me politely' I regard him coolly and nod my head slightly at him.

"Hi, I’ve been meaning to call you..." he says with a smile "You know about the other night" Kenny continued to say.

"What about the other night mate?" Chris asks with a harsh voice. Sounding like a jealous lover. The look he gave me.

"Well Christopher, if you must know, I had invited Kenny over to my place" I said and turned to Kenny " I’ve managed to dry clean your shirt, I’m thinking that's why you've been meaning to call me right?"

I don't know what I was doing. I look at Christopher and he looks like the Porsche he's standing next to. The look in his eyes, annoyance? Fury? Jealousy? I had no clue but I was sure one of them fit if not all of them.

"Ken, I'll take a rain check on that pool game, I think I’ll have an early night instead." Christopher said as he unlocked his car.

"Oh c'mon mate, I’m sure Barbara and the kids won't miss you too much, you've become such a stiff you know..." Kenny said with a smile.

“it’s called marriage mate…” he said as he turned on the engine of his car.

Oh my GOD! Barbara? The kids? Chris is married? That pig is married with kids? This was nauseating. I mean really sickening.

What kind of married men goes away with women he's just met when he has a wife and kids at home? This man was sicker than I thought. I look at him and he looks ashamed but I’m not. I feel disgusted at him.

The sights of him make me sick. I can't even hear the rest of the conversation. I was thinking about his poor wife and kids. I wonder if she knew what kind of man she married. I pity her so much. I felt sorry for her. Christopher was definitely not husband material.

"So I see you're not staying in late as usual" Kenny said as he waved goodbye at his friend.

"Nope, the cat's away, time to play..." I say with a smile.

"I was hoping you would say that..." He says with a sexy smile gazing his big brown eyes into my now very shy very small eyes.

"you where?' I ask shyly.

"Yes I was, I wanted to thank you properly, as you know that I was away the entire week I was thinking I could do it today but knowing you being the hermit you are I was sure you would want to work till late.

"Oh Kenny, a simple phone call would have been nice or a cup coffee, I mean it was not a big deal really. You would have done the same for me, I’m just glad I could help.”

”Bella you're babbling again" My inner goddess warns. Yes I was which means I am nervous. I never get nervous around people, but that is the kind of effect he had on me.

"Bella I would have been stuck here the whole night if it wasn’t for you, I don't think a phone call would be enough, what are your plans for tonight, I was thinking we could go out for drinks and I could thank you properly?"

And that? How did we go from him thanking me to us discussing my plans? I mean this man was just so complex and confusing. He disappears without a trace and then just suddenly appears and wants to take me to dinner? What was with the men at the Base?

I mean are they all jerks? I mean firstly that scumbag Chris does'nt think it's necessary for him to tell me that he was married. What was up with that? And why doesn’t he wear his ring? What was up with that?

Then it was Kenny. One minute he wants me, the next he blows me off then wants to take me to dinner?

I was having none of that. If Kenny thinks that I fall for his charms, just because he is rich then he has another thing coming. Not me.

"I have plans with April, I'll take a rain check but thanks for the offer." I said as I moved away and got in my car. He came up to my window.

" did I do something wrong? I mean I thought we connected at your place, was I wrong?" He asks giving me sad puppy dog eyes. Looking very boyish and juvenile for his age.

"Let's see, You're on and off like a broken robot, bloody hell of course something is wrong" My inner goddess whispers with a whip in her hands.

"No Mr. Vice, nothing is wrong but I don't think we connected much seeing that you couldn’t as much as call me to say you would be leaving town."

I said as I started the key in my ignition and backed up away from him. I see him running to his car on my review mirror. I drive out and hit the road. A minute later I see the Mustang behind me. It’s a way one way street so he has no choice but to stay behind up.

I put extra heat on the accelerator as soon as I hit the highway. I accelerate faster and he does that as well in his muscle car. He follows me on a high speed chase all the way to my apartment.

He parks behind me as soon as I park my car at the entrance door.

My feet are still shaky and wobbly from the high speed chase I was in down the highway with Kenny. I’ve always had a passion for fast cars. I loved the adrenalin it gave me. He gets out of his car as I get out of mine. He rushes to me, rage. Anger? I do not know but he looked pissed.

"Have you no regard for your safety non what so ever? That was the most stupid and dangerous thing any person can do, are you trying to kill yourself woman!"

I have never seen anyone mad at that much before. "You should drive a slower car" he continues to say as he runs his fingers through his thick dark hair in anger.

Oh please! I was a drag racer. Of course I can handle a little heat on the road. I was born to ride. But he doesn't know that and at this point he is completely over reacting.

"If you where mine you wouldn’t even get behind a fast car, I’m surprised that you still have your license, you drive like a mad man Woman!” he says in an angrier voice.

What the...? If you where mine? Where is that coming from? I mean does he want me to be his. Does that mean he is interested in me? Could he be?

"Out of your depth" my inner goddess whispers looking at me with nerdy glasses on. She is right. He is way out of my league. I am just me. Plain and simple. Why would he and all his sexiness be interested in me? I am certainly not his type. I am no ones type.

"Do you know how worried I was back there?" he steps back, takes a deep breath and runs his fingers through his thick black hair like he was thinking about something deep.

"Marry Me," He says. I hear my inner goddess falling off her chair in shock. I stand there looking at him in shock. This was not expected at all. We have never even gone on a real date. Like when did he decide that he loves me let alone that he wants to marry me? Was this person for real? Was he crazy?

"Are you crazy" that was all I could manage to say in the state I was in.

"For you. Yes I am Izzy, You drive me insane woman!" he moves closer and holds my hands. There I feel it again, the spark between us. That magnetic pull like feelings of joy on steroids.

My hands in his palms and I can feel his blood flowing. I feel my cold hands warming in his. He takes one hand and lifts my head to his face. Now we are standing face to face and he is looking deep into my eyes. He takes a deep breath.

"Isabella, I know you think that this is sudden but it's not, I have not been able to get you off my mind since the first time I spoke to you, remember when you had car troubles? I think that's when we had our first real conversation. Boy was I nervous!" He looks down at our hands then looks up again.

"you make me nervous. Just being around you make me nervous as s**t, no woman makes me feel that way, ever! I have never touched a woman and felt my blood boil, when we kissed, I was ready to explode. I wished I could ask you then but I got scared thinking that I would scare you away." He now really looks nervous as I am and still in shock.

"Bella I was in Europe and all I could think about was you. I did not know what to do with myself, I picked a phone a few times wanting to call you but could not find enough courage to do that, I know in my heart that you are the one for me.

I fell in love with you the moment I laid eyes on you, seeing you now, angry with me; speeding down the road...I want to make you happy. I never want to make mad, I don't ever want to see you sad, It was like you had completely lost your mind" He takes a deep breath.

“I was scared, scared that I would loose you before I even got to know you, if something where to happen to you..."

Oh sweet holly mother of... He looks like he's about to drop a tear. I do not know how I feel about what he just told me. This all so sudden for me. I know that I like him. I know that we have a connection. I can feel it deep down to the core of me but marriage? this guy must be high on something. I cannot just up and marry a stranger.

"I love your earrings..." he says with a smile that touches his eyes. Oh, yes my pink diamonds. I flushed a bit.

"Oh thank you, they're a gift," I say with a smile.

"They become you, let's go up, I feel too exposed out here" He says. Exposed? This person was delusional! There was hardly anyone roaming around the neighborhood. It was very quiet and except for that annoying dog I would say its quiet peaceful and safe.

Mom insisted on choosing a place so of course it would be very safe. For April and I should something happen. I was still in shock and standing on the sidewalk was not helping very much.