Chapter 47 The Real First Time
Bella started freaking out about James after hearing Sterling's words. She didn't want James, who was chilling abroad, to come back and face Sterling's crazy revenge.
The fire in Bella's eyes made Sterling get the wrong idea again; he thought Bella was still hung up on James. Pissed off, he stormed out of the room, slamming the door behind him.
Bella stood by the window, watching Sterling drive off. Tears streamed down her face as she wondered why her life had turned into such a mess.
Three days later, Zoey finally showed up. She'd heard from Owen about Debra coming around.
"Mrs. Windsor, you gotta stand up for yourself and not let that witch Debra walk all over you," Zoey said while tidying up the room.
Bella sat in a chair, staring out the window without saying a word. She'd made up her mind to quit and leave this place to find a better life somewhere else.
Bella didn't spill the beans about her plan to anyone. She only told Zoey she was heading out for a bit to clear her head when she left.
Bella packed her suitcase, turned off her phone, and hopped on a long-distance bus to chase that feeling of freedom.
At 8 PM, Bella rolled into Harbor City.
Bella booked a hotel and crashed for a while, waking up at 3 AM. She picked this city as her first stop because she wanted to hit up an art exhibition here, featuring works by her favorite artist.
When the sun came up, Bella headed straight to the art exhibition and spent the whole day there, reigniting her passion for painting.
Harbor City was a whole different vibe from her old city; no snow here, the weather was warmer, and the streets were buzzing at night. By the time she got back to the hotel, it was almost 11 PM.
As soon as Bella stepped into the hotel, she felt a wave of exhaustion hit her.
Just as Bella was about to crash, a loud knock on the door jolted her awake.
Bella instantly went on high alert. She was a bit freaked out and walked to the door, asking softly, "Who is it?"
No answer from outside. She grabbed her phone and turned it on, ready to call the cops if needed. What popped up on the screen, though, were a ton of missed calls from Sterling.
Bella never expected he'd come looking for her. Confused, she called him back, only to hear a phone ringing outside the door. She recognized it right away; it was Sterling's ringtone!
'Why the heck is Sterling here?' Bella braced herself and opened the door, ready for whatever, but was met with Sterling's tall figure.
"Did you think I couldn't find you?" Sterling asked before suddenly collapsing into Bella's arms.
"What's wrong with you?" Bella sensed something was off with Sterling; his body was burning up, clearly running a fever.
Bella struggled to get him to the bed, and they both ended up crashing onto it.
Before Bella could get up, Sterling suddenly yanked her into his arms and kissed her.
Sterling whispered in Bella's ear with his raspy voice, "I didn't say you could leave! You can't just disappear on me!"
Bella wanted to explain she was just out to see the art exhibition and chill, but he didn't give her a chance. His tongue silenced her completely.
Bella realized Sterling was seriously sick. His mind was foggy, but his body was running on pure instinct.
"Sterling, you're burning up. We need to get you to a hospital. Stop this," Bella panted urgently.
Sterling ignored her, like he couldn't even hear her.
His hands ripped off her clothes and then his own.
Soon, Bella and Sterling were tangled up, skin to skin. Sterling's hands roamed over her curves. Bella struggled desperately but couldn't break free. As Sterling's hands moved down her thighs and deeper, Bella's body shivered.
She finally stopped fighting and went limp.
Bella watched as Sterling lifted her legs. Then, a sharp pain shot through her lower body.
A tear rolled down Bella's cheek.
Blood flowed from where their bodies joined.
After three years of marriage, Sterling and Bella finally did what married couples should do.
An hour later, Sterling finished inside Bella. Afterward, he couldn't hold on any longer and collapsed on top of her, unconscious.
Sterling's fever was still raging. Bella dug out some cold medicine from her suitcase, her face flushed, and fed him the medicine and water by mouth.
Bella looked at the bloodstain on the bedsheet and finally understood that this was her real first time. She felt a mix of shyness and confusion.
Bella stripped the bedsheet and tossed it into the washing machine. She also had the hotel send up a new sheet to replace it.
After all that, Bella felt wiped out too. She lay down on the bed and fell asleep next to Sterling.
The next morning, when Bella opened her eyes, she saw Sterling sitting in a chair not far away, smoking. The room was already hazy with smoke, and the ashtray was half full.
She instinctively said, "You have a cold, had a fever last night, and your throat's all messed up. You should lay off the smokes."
After last night's craziness, Bella felt something different towards Sterling. She seemed to care more about him now.
Sterling ignored Bella. In the dim light, his profile was unreadable, and his lips had a hint of coldness.
Bella quietly watched Sterling, feeling like she could sense his inner turmoil.
After finishing a cigarette, Sterling finally spoke, "Let's go back."
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