"Come on, Isabella, you got to come out with us tonight," urged one of her best friends called Lucy Dixon. She was a petite blonde with baby blue eyes.
Isabella groaned and sighed heavily, as if she didn't say yes to her friends they'd just go on and on and she'd never get any peace. "Alright," she said reluctantly.
"Yes!" both her friends said together excitedly.
She looked at them over her dark sunglasses and rolled her eyes. Isabella turned to her right and saw a beautiful black man the colour of dark chocolate walk out of the sea the water dripping down his rippling chest. The man turned her way and she quickly turned her head away.
"He is pretty fit," commented her other friend Jacqueline Marsh. She had long dark brown hair and big brown eyes.
Isabella saw her friends drool over the beautiful black man. "If you like that sort of thing," she said flatly. She looked over at him again and saw he was sitting down on the crystal white sand alone looking out to sea but then sensed she was staring over at him so he turned his head and grinned.Isabella quickly turned her head away.
"He's smiling over at you, Izzy," commented Lucy.
"Well, he can smile all he wants, cos I ain't interested."
"Did I even say you were interested?"
Isabella ignored her and lay back on her towel on her back and closed her eyes. "Jac, Luc, can you hand me my suncream?" She asked ten minutes later. She reached out her hand to take it from one of her friends, but her hand brushed against a rough bit on her friend's hand. Isabella opened her eyes and peered over her sunglasses and gasped at seeing the beautiful black man standing over her with the suncream in his hand. She looked around for her friends and saw them in the water splashing around. She snatched the suncream out of his hand.
"My name is Marcus Harper," he introduced himself.
"That's nice to know," she commented rudely.
A look of confusion cast over his handsome face, "Why are you being rude to me?" he asked.
Isabella looked at him, "Why shouldn't I be rude to you? I don't even know you," she replied.
"Precisely my point. You kept looking over at him as if you knew me," he said.
"As if," Isabella argued.
"You think I am lying?" Marcus argued back.
"I haven't got time for this, I'm leaving," she grabbed up her towel and bag and shot a glare at her friends in the sea who looked shocked that their friend was leaving. Isabella pushed past Markus and walked quickly back to her and her friends' hotel.
"Crazy woman!" Markus shouted after her.
When Isabella got back to their hotel room she shut the door with a thud. That black man named Markus infuriated her. He was beautiful. She took a shower and came back out in a towel just as her friends came back from the beach.
"What happened to you?" Lucy demanded.
"Why did you leave me alone with that man?" Isabella demanded.
"We're sorry, we should of told you we were going in the sea but we thought you'd like to get to know him."
"Why would I wanna do that?" Isabella put her hands on her hips.
"Because we saw how you were looking at him," Jacqueline replied.
"He was rude, I hope I never never seem him again."
"Well, we invited him out with us tonight," Lucy told her.
Isabella shot her green eyes at her friends and her long blonde hair tumbled over her shoulders. "What!"
"Lucy and I thought it be good for you to meet someone nice," Jacqueline said.