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Friday, July 1, 2011

Chapter 1, Part 1: How it started

It was only a Matter of time, she kept telling herself. She always feared the worst, but never did she predict this.

 “Four God damn years, why...Why would he hurt me like this!” She screamed in anguish.
Isabella Heart and David Nelson were together for four years, they met at an Art Museum in Paris. David and his brother, Mathew, both shared a passion for Art and Painting. Mathew had just opened his second art museum, his first being in New York and second in Paris. He had invited David to the opening and with David being so close to his brother, could not miss out on such an important event in Mathew’s life.

 Isabella was on vacation with her sister Laura. They had always been close from childhood. Laura was the adventurous, simplistic, jovial joker while Isabella on the other hand was the one who adored art and music. When compared to each other it was like impractically comparing a diplomatic queen and to a young peasant girl. Ironically, they got along perfectly and were inseparable.

 Mathew knew Laura since college and having heard that she was going to be Paris, he ordered an exclusive invitation be sent to her hotel room. Could she decline? She hadn’t seen Mathew in ages, plus there was going to be free food. Mathew always knew if he wanted Laura to do something, all he had to do was bribe her with food.

 Laura told him she was there with her sister and couldn’t think of leaving her by herself after all, it was their vacation. He said it was no problem he’d put her name on the guest list anyways. He really wanted to see her and nothing could make him miss that opportunity.

 Isabella wore a short pleated red Raúl Día dress that blended perfectly with her long, wavy brunette hair and did no justice in hiding her curvaceous body. She let her hair down that night and wore red lipstick and matching heels. All eyes were on her, that’s, before Laura came in. She wore sneakers, jeans and a blue blouse, she wore no make-up, and had her hair in a ponytail. C’mon! Jeans and a blouse at such a black tie like event, what was she thinking!

“Matlock!” she shouted when she saw Mathew. She didn’t care that people were staring her down from head to toe in disgrace. She loved it, she craved attention. Laura introduced Mathew to Isabella, and then he introduced his brother David to both ladies. First thing Isabella remembered was thinking how sexy David looked that night. He sported a black blazer along with a baby blue skirt, which accentuated his blue eyes perfectly. She had to fight back the urge to rip his clothes and make love to him in the middle of the museum amongst the group of aristocrats and diplomats who were in attendance.

 Trying to clear her mind from those licentious urges, she drew her attention to a painting placed in the east wing of the museum. She was fascinated and engulfed in that piece of artistry.

“Beautiful,” she heard someone say. She turned and saw it was David.
“Isn’t it? It’s a wonderful painting,” she replied.
“I wasn’t referring to the painting but yes, it’s quite an astonishing masterpiece,” Isabella blushed, she was literally burning in desire, with David being so close to her. He came closer and whispered in her ear taking her to the brink of her climax. “Isn’t it a coincidence that we are admiring the same painting yet neither of us seems to realize the title of it?” Isabella’s heart skipped a beat when she saw the given name of the painting “LOVE AT FIRST SIGHT”

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