Kill Bella Trump

A noise from the bathroom, sort of a thump, had Victor turning his head.

The knot of tension in Miguel's shoulders worked its way up his neck to his jaw.

He had to get rid of Victor. Immediately. To Victor and Drake who were the closest to Miguel's, they know he was someone that doesn't have anything to do with women.

Miguel Rodriguez is a cold and stern one that kills anyhow and doesn't even have a heart. Miguel can't let them know that a woman was in his closet at least not Victor who was a Celebrity that could use whatever that's happening around him in his next live video and Bella Trump who talks anyhow.

“Squirrels,” Miguel said evenly trying to divert his attention.

Way great news it would be if a squirrel was in a hotel closet.

“They built a nest in the attic over the bathroom. I was on the balcony trying to see where they got in when the storm hit. I have told the workers not to come into my room so they won't know that there's something like that in here.
Listen, I’ve missed alot in this area, and I'll love to go out with you and Drake in the evening, I'll foot the bill and we can do a love video together for your fans"

Never mind that Victor could have love that so much. He had wanted to Miguel Rodriguez in his love Video for his fans but he had always failed but Miguel proposing this himself is very rare.

"are you sure?"

“Take it or leave it.” Miguel knew if he gave in too easily, Victor might be suspicious.

“You’re on.” Not one to be wasteful, Victor took a deep swig from his bottle and started to rise. “I’ll call Drake, see if he can get away from Julianna and the kids for a couple of hours.”

Another sound from the bathroom. A clank this time. Victor turned toward the bathroom. “Squirrels, you say? Don't you think we should call the security to kill them?”

“No, they are harmless. They might be inside. I’ll check it out.” Miguel started for the bathroom, but stopped at the distinct sound of water running from the sink faucet.

Victor swiveled a look at Miguel. “They know how to turn on the water?”

The bathroom door opened, and she bounced out.

She’d stripped out of her wet khakis and was wearing a snug white tank top and tight jeans that exposed curves he hadn’t seen before.

She’d done something with her hair—pulled it back and let a few wet strands curl around her freshly washed, heart-shaped face.

How the hell had she gotten out of that rope?

“Oh, baby, there you are.” She smiled brightly at him, but it wasn’t a smile that reached her smoky-green eyes—it was smug satisfaction. “I was wondering what took you so long. I’m afraid we’ll have to do this some other time. I completely forgot I have an appointment with the hotel Gardner. I’ll call you later and—oh, you have company.”

Victor’s jaw had gone slack as he stared at the woman. If Miguel wasn’t so furious, he’d be laughing his butt off at the expression on his friend’s face.

Hell, it had to be the same as the expression on his own face.

“I’ll just get my bag and be on my way.” She bent down to pick up her backpack and had started for the door when she stopped suddenly and turned to stare hard at Victor. Victor stared right back.

“Victor Santos?” Eyes wide, she whispered the name with reverence.

Victor managed an uncertain nod and continued to gawk openly at the woman, he was used to this shocked expression from females.

“I’ve been a fan for years, I'm an actress we've been on the same set before” She moved toward him, her smile genuine now as she offered her hand. “Bella Trump.”

Victor stared at Bella’s hand, blinked twice, then slowly closed his palm over her long, slender fingers. “Uh, a pleasure, Miss Trump. I've been in many movie location, so I cant remember all casts that I have worked with”

“Bella, please, I'm just an extra then, I think that's last year, in the movie "Batavia” she said, her voice soft and breathy.

Victor who was a very chitty chatty person took in the challenge, "Oh, you're the extra that acted a the villain's lover?, Wow, sorry that I couldn't remember your face, but I remember your name now Bella let's Link up later"

This isn’t happening, Miguel thought dimly. Five minutes ago he’d left this long-legged she-cat spitting and snarling in his bathtub.

Tied up and gagged. Now she stood here as calmly as if she’d dropped in for tea, cooing that she was a fan and co- cast member of Victor’s, for God’s sake.

“I was at the location for your last Bollywood blockbuster movie maybe I'll get a chance of an extra but none came” She pulled her hand away and shifted the backpack on her shoulder.

“You were cery amazing. I love your acting Happy acting Comrade”

"Thank you Miss Bella, you're amazing to catch our cold Miguel Rodriguez's heart"