#i'm on the 'mad bella lovers' club lmao

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he knew he shouldn ' t , but nothing stopped him from finding her vex hot as fuck . could say it was the way she rejected him always so fiercely that made him chase her , but truth was she messed with more than just his ego . just couldn ' t --- didn ' t want to --- pinpoint it . ' c ' mon , bella . . . ' he scoffs as he feels her effort not to touch him . knowing it would take a lot of time and surely some bickering , he takes matters into his own hands , rearing the engine and breaking , just enough to make her body smack against his back . ' told ya to hold on tight . ' this time , his voice was a little more harsh . . . even though his helmet hided his frolic grin .

the two of them were forced together and they had to tolerate each other when in each other's presence. that was what it was. nothing else. and there it was again, the nickname. bella sighed as the helmet slipped on. biting down a snarky comment, she took his hand to get on. otherwise isabella would flash him, dress definitely too short for a bike ride. then a scoff left his lips, looking like a bike whore holding on to him didn't sound tempting. so she refused. leaning back as far as she could. as far away from him as possible.