Belle's POV
"Are you alright?" Jackson muttered to me over the counter.
"Of course, I am, why?" I asked as I quickly turned to face him.
"I noticed the way you left wasn't like you. It felt like you were running away from something. Is it me? Did I do something that bothered you?" He pressed further. I had excused myself from the table and came here to be myself. I was enjoying myself and sipping my wine while thinking about Jeff. He has been calling since he left but I've refused to answer his calls. He knows what to do when he's ready to do the needful. Until then, I have no interest in speaking with him. It's killing me though… I can barely get through a minute without my mind finding it's way to him.
Once he pops up, he occupies my whole being till something else distracts me, but once ……
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