CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR HE LOOKS NICE!

“Hello, Derik,” Bella greeted politely. Derik raised an eyebrow. “Do you know me?” he asked. Bella shrugged. “Who in the city doesn't know you?” Much like Kennedy, Derik was always in the headlines, involved with one celebrity or the other model or some scandal. It would seriously be an insult for anyone in the city to be told he or she doesn't know who Derik is. “Is that so? I guess you might like an opportunity to get closer to me then?” Derik said, winking at Bella. Bella resisted the urge to roll her eyes. She only winked and turned her face away. Playboys held no appeal for her. She had never understood the appeal of playboys to other girls. It kind of seemed masochistic to fall in love with a playboy. “Oh, really? I bet you won't regret knowing me.” Derik, seeing that Bella had turned her face away, pressed on. Kennedy shot him a warning glare. Derik laughed. He knew his previous conjectire was right. He patted Kennedy on the shoulder. “Don't worry, mate. I won'