A/N: Thank you so much for the reviews that I received on the first chapter. I didn’t think that anyone would review. Anyway… please continue to read, and if you don’t like the story, then please, no bad reviews… just stop reading. Thank You! :O) Grrr… and I am so pissed off right now because I don’t have my classical music to help me write. My sound card went out on my computer like two minutes ago. So angry Anyway… please read and enjoy.

            “Bella!” her father yelled from the door into the house. Bella heard nothing and stayed still on the lawn chair with her headphones over her ears. Her father walked over to the half asleep girl and nudged her lightly. “Bella,” he said.

            Bella jumped as if her life was in jeopardy. “Holy shit, dad. What the hell?” she asked. She wasn’t very discreet with her feelings or words.

            “Sorry, Bella. It’s five o’clock. You’ve been out here a little too long, and also, I’m making reservations for dinner at Illuminada. Does that work? About seven? I figure that will give us enough time to eat and enough time for you to get back and get ready so you can do whatever it is you’re doing tonight.”

            “Yeah, that’s fine, dad,” Bella said as she completely removed her headphones from around her neck and proceeded to take a dip in the pool. She sat at the edge and allowed her feet to adjust to the dramatic cool feeling. She had been out in the sun for so long, that the pool felt colder than usual. She slowly positioned her body into the water and swam around.

            “Be ready by six thirty?” her father asked as she began to swim laps.

            “Fine,” she said. Bella felt that she was in need of much exercise, so she did almost one hundred laps before exiting the pool around five thirty or so. She did some freestyle swimming before and after her decision to get in her much needed cardio-workout. Bella grabbed her towel, CD player and her tanning oil from the ground next to the lawn chair. She made her way into the house and was blasted by a brush of extra cool air. “Could we possibly have the air conditioner any higher?” she asked as she held a disgusted look on her face.

            “It’s just because you came from outside, you’ll get used to it. I’m not turning it down. Bella,” her father said.

            “I’m going to go take a shower. I’ll see you in about an hour,” Bella said as she walked towards her room with adjacent bathroom. She turned on the shower and as the water warmed, she examined the tan in her mirror. “No way Adam will be able to resist me tonight,” she said with a mischievous smile. Once she felt that the water was hot enough, she removed her bikini and stepped into the shower.

            As she washed her body, she thought of what she was going to wear to the club that night. It had to be something that would impress Adam, and it had to be something scorching hot. Finishing her shower, Bella smiled at the things that she could do that night. She was not a perfect angel, and she was determined to make Adam hers only.

            Bella dried herself off and wrapped her towel around her body. She made her way into her bedroom-sized walk-in closet. She searched for two outfits; one for dinner with her father, and one for the club. She threw the out fit that she had picked out for dinner onto her bed once done choosing, and she left the clothing that she would wear to the club in a certain section in her closet for later. Bella looked at what she had chosen and figured that compared to what she was wearing later that night, the things she had picked out for dinner were rather ‘calm’.

            She put the pinkish-peach colored tank top on and then placed the white skirt on that went down to just above her knees. She placed her stiletto heels on with the pointed toe that matched the color of her shirt. She walked over to her vanity to fix her hair and her make-up. She decided that since she was wearing her hair down that night at the club, that she was going to place her hair in some sort of an up-do. She would never wear the same hair-do at two different events in one day.

            Six fifteen rolled around, and Bella was still trying to make herself look suitable for, well, anyone. As she was placing the mascara on her eyelashes, her father called from her bedroom door, “Bella, are you about ready?”

            “Almost dad,” she said. “Shit,” she said aloud as she got mascara on her eyelid. “God damn it!” She fixed her make-up slowly as to not make the same mistake again. She was done just in time to grab her white jacket and her other Luis Vuitton purse and head towards the kitchen where her father was reading a magazine. “Saying anything shitty about you?” Bella asked.

            “No, I’m not in this issue,” her father responded.

            “Well, I’m ready when you are,” she said as she looked at him rather impatiently.

            “Are you driving or am I?” he asked.

            “You,” she said. “I’m driving tonight, but I don’t really feel like it right now.”

            “Alright, well, let’s eat,” her father said with a smile on his face as they both walked out to the garage that sheltered Bella’s Lexus and her father’s Mercedes-Benz CMK AMG. They both got into the Mercedes and Bella’s father pulled out of the garage and driveway.

            “So how long are you home for this time?” Bella asked halfway through the drive to the restaurant.

            “For a pretty long time. The premiere isn’t for a while. Definitely a couple months from now, and it’s in town, so there won’t be any traveling. I’ll be home for a while Bella. I don’t plan on taking any offers for parts for a while. I wanted to spend some quality time with you and Claire.”

            “Oh yes, Claire. Why not?” She asked sarcastically.

            “Well, she is my girlfriend, Bella. I know it hurts you that she isn’t mom.”

            “I don’t care that she isn’t mom, dad. Jesus Christ! Did you not hear anything I told you earlier? I hate the woman with a flaming passion. She pisses me the hell off! You two can spend as much time together as you want, but just leave me the fuck out of it.”

            “Do you have to use such language, Bella?”

            “Yeah, because I don’t really know how else to get my point across to you. You are ‘so in love’ with her that you don’t get it. Even when I explain it. Look, I don’t control your life,” she said, even though at this point she wished she did. “Do what you want. Now, let’s be civilized and go have a nice dinner.”

            “Deal,” her father said.

            They pulled up in front of the restaurant and Bella’s father handed the valet the keys to the car. They both walked into the restaurant with paparazzi flashing cameras every two seconds or so. The guards outside of the restaurant kept the cameramen from following any celebrity in, but that didn’t keep them from getting some ‘prized’ material of the young daughter of Hollywood’s biggest star. “This way, please,” one of the guards said as he helped Bella and her father into the restaurant.

            Both of them finally made it out of the mob and into the building. They both walked up to the hostess and Bella’s father spoke, “Reservations under Graham Hanover.”

            “Of course, Mr. Hanover,” the woman said. “We have your table ready. If you will please follow me.” They both followed her and sat down in the two-person booth. “Your waiter will be with you momentarily. Enjoy your meal.”

            “Thank you,” Mr. Hanover said. “So what looks good to you, tonight?”

            “The Caesar Salad. Like always,” Bella said.

            “Why don’t you try a nice steak? You always eat salad.”

            “I know, but I like salad. Plus, I don’t need to put that gross fatty meat in my body. I have to watch my figure, you know.”

            “Oh yeah? For whom?” he asked.

            “For no one. Just for me,” she said as her eyes stayed plastered on the menu. “Can I get a margarita?” she asked, trying to change the subject.

            “Only if it’s a virgin margarita, and you are such a horrible liar.”

            “How am I a horrible liar?” she asked, slightly offended.

            “Because, you claim that you aren’t watching your figure for anyone but yourself. I know there’s a guy. It’s obvious, Bella. Why don’t you feel as if you can tell your father these things?” he asked.

            “Fine, you got me,” she said, not really caring. “I just didn’t really think it was that big of a deal. Anyway, I’ll have a virgin strawberry margarita, I suppose, and let’s change the subject.”

            “Alright,” her father said, and they did just that. Dinner went by nice and slow. They talked about things that happened while her father was away, and they just plain talked. A lot of the time, Bella seemed rather bored, but she didn’t want to show it. She loved her father; she just hated talking to him sometimes, only because he was, well, her father. She couldn’t share everything that she could share with her girlfriends. It would end up being much too awkward.

            They finished dinner around eight thirty, which seemed too late to late to Bella to have been out with her father. She needed to get back home so that she could spend another hour getting ready. She had actually planned on leaving at nine, but that wasn’t going to happen.

            Once they were home, Bella and her father parted ways to do their own thing. “I’ll be in my office,” Bella’s father said as he walked towards the quiet room that held all of his personal treasures, other than his daughter.

            Bella walked into her bathroom and washed her long blond hair. She didn’t need to take another whole shower, but after squeezing past the nasty paparazzi, Bella felt a little dirty. She figured that this way, she could blow dry her hair and then straighten it to perfection. Once her hair was up on top of her head in a towel, Bella proceeded to her closet to grab the outfit that she had set aside for the club.

            Once in her bedroom, she laid out the clothing atop her bed and thought if there needed to be any change to the ensemble. “Perfect,” she said. She removed the clothing that she had worn to dinner and began to put on her new outfit. The ‘clubbing attire’ consisted of a black tank top, a very mini jean skirt that was frayed at the bottom, black knee high stiletto boots, and of course, her bright pink g-string. Once all of her clothing was on, it was around nine o’clock. She always hated being early for things, so even though she wasn’t going to be early, she still insisted on taking her time. Her make-up would actually take around the next half hour to perfect, so she took that time to do so. Black eyeliner, smoky black eye-shadow and jet-black mascara were the perfect mixture for her eyes that night. She never felt trashy when she dressed this way, because she wasn’t, and this was the way she always dressed when going out with her friends at night.

            “And she’s all done,” Bella said as she looked at herself in the mirror. She stood up from her vanity after making one more quick check that her hair and make-up were perfect. Grabbing her black hooded zip-up jacket and her black Gucci bag, Bella left her bedroom. She pulled the hooded jacket over her shirt and zipped it up completely. She didn’t want her father to see her dressed that skimpy. The skirt was enough, but if he knew that she wasn’t wearing much on top, he would have made her go back into her room to change. He allowed Bella a lot of freedom, but when it came to representing him as a family member, Bella wasn’t to be dressed too indecent.

            Bella walked to her father’s office and knocked on the door. “Yeah,” her father said from behind the door.

            “Just me, dad. I’m leaving. I probably won’t be home until early morning,” Bella said as her father’s eyes didn’t leave what he was reading.

            “Okay, Bella. I’ll see you tomorrow, then.”

            “Bye,” she said and then closed the office door.

            Bella made her way towards the garage and unlocked her car. She got in and started the engine. Speedily, she pulled out of her driveway and she was heading straight for her favorite place.

            On the way there, her cell phone rang. She grabbed the phone as her car swerved slightly, almost hitting another vehicle. “Hello?’ she said.

            “Bella?” she heard Jason from the other end. “Where the hell are you? You were supposed to be here like, a half hour ago,” he basically yelled over the loud music in the background at the club.

            “I’m on my way. I’ll be there in like five. My dad and I had dinner, and it took a long time. I’ll talk to you when I get there,” she said, hung up the phone and threw it on the passenger seat next to her purse. “Shit,” she exclaimed aloud. “Forgot to ask if Adam was there yet.” Bella sped her car up so that she could pass all cars on the road to get to her destination quicker. “God damn Los Angeles drivers,” Bella said as she swerved in and out of lanes to get around the ‘slower’ drivers. In reality, they were all going far over the speed limit, while Bella was speeding more than excessively.

            “Finally. God damn,” Jason said once Bella made her way toward the table in which all of her friends were conversing at inside of the club.

            “Sorry,” she said as she gave her girl friends a few air kisses and she hugged Jason. “Is Adam here?” Bella whispered into Jason’s ear.

            “Yeah, he’s out on the dance floor with some Paris Hilton look-alike,” Jason replied. Bella glanced around and found Adam on the dance floor and almost snarled in anger. “Why? Still got that little thing for him?”

            “Maybe, but that isn’t any of your business, is it?” she asked with a smirk on her face.

            “You’re such a bitch,” Bella heard a voice from behind her say after talking to Jason.

            Bella turned around saying, “Excuse me?” in the process, to see Adam standing behind her.

            “You know I’m only kidding. I just wanted to get your attention,” he told her with his boyish grin wiped across his face.

            “What happened to the slut you were dancing with not even two seconds ago?” Bella asked.    

            “That slut happens to be a very nice girl, and she’s a hell of a dancer, too.”

            “Not as good as me, though, right?” Bella asked, Adam sensing a bit of jealousy.

            “I don’t know. It’s questionable,” he replied while sipping his drink.

            “Well, I’ll just have to prove to you that I’m better than her,” she said as she grabbed Adam’s arm and dragged him behind her out to the dance floor. “I can dance better than any girl in here, and I bet I can make you wish you’d never said she was better.”

            “Bella, come on, I’m really tired. I don’t want to dance right now.”

            “Because you know I’m right.”

            “Still questionable,” he said with another one of his grins plastered across his face.

            “Come on, just dance with me, damn it. I’m not in the mood for your mixed decisions and your player personality right now. It fucking pisses me off, Adam. Make up your damn mind, or I’m going to make it up for you.” Bella always hated the fact that there had always been a certain ‘tension’, as it can be put, between Adam and her. She had a thing for him, no doubt, but at this point, if he didn’t like her the way she liked him, she almost felt like just messing with him for fun. It would be worth it, because then he would know what and who he was dealing with.

            “Fine, Bella. Jesus Christ. What the hell is your problem?” Adam asked, knowing now, at this point what she was planning. Bella could be easily read at some points. He felt their ‘tension’ and he knew her feelings. He just liked playing with her. “Here, come with me,” he said as he grabbed Bella’s hand and pulled her off of the dance floor. He took her up to his V.I.P room on the second floor of the club. The ‘guard’ at the door was handed a one hundred dollar bill. “Here’s some pocket change, make sure no one comes in,” Adam said as he opened the door and lead Bella inside the basically cushioned room.

            “What’s going on?” Bella asked as she walked in behind Adam.

            “Look,” Adam said as he sat down on one of the couches. “I know what’s going on.”

            “What do you mean?” she asked.

            “You like me.”

            “And how the hell would you come to that conclusion?” she asked, a little angry that he had figured it out.

            “Bella, it’s obvious. Now, come sit down,” he said as he patted the space next to him on the couch.

            “Fine,” she agreed. “So you dragged me all the way up here to tell me that you knew I had a thing for you?”

            “No, I ‘dragged you all the way up here’ to do this,” he said as he placed a kiss on Bella’s lips. Bella didn’t hesitate or back off; she just enjoyed the pleasant feel of his lips finally locked with hers.

            They began to get more and more fierce with their kissing and Adam’s hand found their way to the bottom of Bella’s shirt. He ran his hand up under her shirt towards her chest as Bella began to remove Adam’s shirt. Just as they were about to become rather intimate, someone burst into the room. “What the hell?” Adam asked as he saw none other than Jason standing at the doorway. “I thought I told you to not let anyone in here,” he said as he got up and yelled at the guard.

            “I paid him,” Jason said. “Funny what a little bit of money can do. So, I see you two finally hooked up,” he said as he gave Bella a grin as she replaced her shirt and wiped her mouth.

            “What the hell do you want?” Bella asked.

            “I just came to see if you wanted to dance, plus, I knew what you two were doing, and I came to the conclusion that this is no place for you two to be gettin’ it on.”

            “You are such a jerk!” Bella yelled. “You totally fucking ruined it all, you bastard,” she whispered into Jason’s ear.

            “Look, we should probably get back to everyone else. Sorry, Bella,” Adam said as he grabbed her hand.

            She felt flattered, actually, which never happened, that he grabbed her hand. He must have really liked her, and not just thought that she was easy. “It’s fine,” she said as she glared at Jason.

            All three of them walked down to the dance floor and back to the table where their other friends were sitting. As they all sat and talked for a while, Bella got the urge to dance. She hadn’t gotten out on the dance floor at all that night, so she told her girl friends that they had to dance with her. As they were all dancing with each other, someone came up to Bella and began dancing with her. He was someone she had never seen before, but he was rather handsome. She didn’t want to seem like she was into him, so she didn’t really dance with him. Just as she began to get a little bored, she felt him wrap his arm around her waist and as she began to struggle, she felt something sharp and pointed at her neck. “You scream, I’ll slit your throat,” he said into her ear. No one saw the knife against her neck because it was concealed under the man’s sleeve. Bella’s friends just assumed that the man was dancing behind her. “Walk out of here with me quietly and as if I was your friend, and I’ll spare your life.”

            Bella basically froze, but nodded in agreement. She walked in front of him as he walked dangerously close behind her. Adam saw her leaving with the man. “Bella! What the hell is this shit?” he asked. He assumed that she was playing him earlier and that now she was leaving with someone else. She just gave him a look that was rather unexplainable.

            “Keep walking,” the man behind Bella said.

            “But what about my things?” she asked.

            “You don’t need that stuff. Now keep walking,” he said as he slightly shoved her forward. They made their way outside and the man grabbed her arm forcefully, making her release a slight shriek of pain. “I thought I told you to keep your mouth shut,” he said to her.

            “Sorry,” Bella whispered.

            The man walked faster than Bella could in her heels, and she was now running in considerable pain because she had never run anywhere in those shoes. “Hurry up!” the man yelled. They both finally reached a black van with no windows but in the front. A man from inside opened the side door as Bella was thrown into the back. The man who had grabbed her from the club got into the front passenger seat.

            “Is she tied up back there?” the man in the driver’s seat asked.

            “Yeah,” the other man, much younger than the one who had taken her, said as he finished putting the duct tape over her mouth. Bella found the duct tape rather ridiculous, seeing as she didn’t scream at all while she and the man were leaving the club.

            “Alright, well, let’s get the fuck out of here,” the driver said as he slammed his foot on the accelerator and the van sped away from the back of the club.

            Bella was in shock at that moment, and didn’t really know that to think. Had she just been kidnapped, or was this some cruel joke that her ex-boyfriend was playing on her to get her back? She didn’t know, but for the first time in a long time, Bella was scared.

            A/N: Alrighty… so that was the second chapter. I hope anyone who reads this liked it. Sorry it was long and took a while to get where it went, I just really like developing my stories. Anyway… please read and review and I will try to have another chapter up soon. Oh, and I’m not angry anymore. I was able to finish this chapter easily because I finally got some classical music. shouts ‘yay’. YAY! Sorry. I just find that classical music helps me write a whole lot better than other music. Anyway… sorry about the babbling, I shall go now.