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Friday, February 3, 2012
Seduction
A/N: This is a one shot I wrote for Dirty Cheeky Monkeys, they were kind enough to me to include me in their long list of distinguished authors and I am blown away by this! I may or may not add to this, I will mark it complete for now and if the urge hits me I will come back to it later( I have decided that I will continue this, I just don't know when, whenever the urge hits me to write some smut, I guess). I do find the idea of these two trying to make it work intriguing, so who knows. I just have too much going right now to say for sure! It is very mature, smut in fact so if you are not over 18 I suggest you move along. Bookmark this tho so when you get over 18 you can come back and enjoy it because I loved writing this one.
Seduction
Edward's pov
Today was like any other day at work, with lots of patients coming in to complain about various things and get medication for their ailments. And I have to say that it was not what I expected when I went to medical school, at all. I expected to deliver babies and see happy families all day. Not the long hours of looking at sick, oozing pussies while the women complained about how little their husbands licked on them. Well, no damn wonder woman, your shit is leaking some sort of infected fluid, and you want him to lick it? Go figure!
Just as I closed the last chart, I heard a tentative knock on my office door.
"Come in," I called out. I sounded even more tired than I thought. I would have to skip going out tonight and catch up on some sleep if I planned to go golfing with the guys tomorrow morning. Charlie Swan and I had been friends for years. It started as a mentor program that paired Charlie and me together. Once our mentoring program ended by that time we were too close so that just morphed into friendship. Charlie, my dad, myself and several others tried to get together each week to golf and just hang out.
"Hey, Dr. Cullen, just as I was locking the front door, Bella Swan came in. She said she needed to see you, if you don't mind." Kate looked hesitant about the request. Usually she was right, I was normally in a hurry to get the hell out at the end of the day, but how could I turn away the daughter of one of my best friends?
"No, Kate, it's fine. Let her in. I'm almost through here, so if you want to go, you can, and I'll let Bella out when we're done."
I had seen this scenario before, lots of teenage girls show up late at the office. Usually, they wanted me to give them some birth control without letting their parents know. Most of the time I told them no and sent them to the free clinic in Port Angeles to get checked out first. I mean how often do you think of birth control first, not often. Usually it was after several sexual encounters and they had missed a period or two that they thought to come to me.
"Okay, Dr. Cullen. Thanks." Kate smiled at me and bowed her head slightly. She was a single mom and, from the overheard talk around the office, she was pretty lonely. I knew that she would jump at an invite to go to dinner, a movie or, hell, just straight back to my house to fuck if that was what I wanted. I couldn't do that to her though. She deserved better than that. Besides, Alice was friends with her and had been since school, so Alice would kill me if I 'hit it and quit it' like that. I wasn't looking for more than that, so I left it alone despite her looks of longing. "See you around, Bella," Kate's soft voice spoke as she opened the door wider for Bella to enter my office. Bella smiled and waved her hand in response.
Kate started to close the door, and I quietly shook my head no at her. Best friend's daughter or not, I didn't want to be in a closed room with her after hours, all alone. It just went against all that seemed right. Kate smiled again at my silent directive and left the door wide open for us. I heard the faint sounds of the computers being shut down out front and Kate gathering her things.
Just as Bella opened her mouth to speak, Kate called out a final farewell to us. We both chuckled for a second as I asked Bella my standard question to almost everyone that walked in the door of my office.
"So, Bella, what brings you in today?" I folded my hands and waited to hear her response. I expected for it to take her a few minutes to get up the courage to speak about her problem out loud. Most girls her age weren't ready to describe and talk about it, not to me anyway, an adult and a doctor.
"I have some pain in my back, Dr. Cullen."
I sat back a little; maybe this visit would be easier than I thought.
"Why didn't you go and talk to Dr. Martinez? She could have helped you with that." I sat back even further and tented my fingers in front of my face. Perhaps there was more to this than I first thought.
"She'll tell my dad, and I don't want him to know. See…I think I may have an infection. At least that's what I think it is. It started after I had sex with Mike Newton."
I huffed out a shocked breath. She bit her plump bottom lip and trapped it between her teeth, nervously. I was not startled by the fact that Bella had had sex at all. She was a senior in high school, and, by this time, most girls had been having sex for years, what shocked me was the fact that she had chosen Mike Newton to do it with. When I didn't respond she began to speak rapidly, showing her nervousness.
"Please, you're a doctor right? That means you can't tell my dad, I'm over eighteen and can legally keep this from him, right?" Her mix of nervousness and the cute cuddly unsure kitten amused me. I realized that Bella was no longer the child I watched grow up, she was now a woman. A woman that I found myself attracted too. I remembered the small bikini that Bella wore each summer when our families spent time at the lake together. That thought intrigued me, it filled me with equal parts of desire and disgust with myself. She was one of my best friend's daughters.
I squelched that thought as soon as it began its path to my dick. I couldn't have that at all. I kept up the constant chant 'best friend's daughter, best friend's daughter'. Not that it helped at all.
As I sat and tried to convince my libido that it was out of reason at this moment, I noticed that Bella wore a short denim skirt with a fairly conservative blouse. The dark blue complimented her pale skin and showed off her deep dark eyes. It also hugged snug against the curves of her perky breasts. She had just enough, enough to be a handful and not enough to be too much. They were soft and stood at the attention within the confines of her bra. Her nipples were taut and showed through the obviously snug material of her shirt. I noticed the soft skin of her neck and the way it stretched across her collar bones. When she moved her dark wavy hair behind her ears. it made my mouth water to think of kissing her there.
I snapped back to the present and focused on what I needed to do to help her.
"How long ago did you have sex with Mike, Bella?"
"About a week ago," she answered nervously as she pushed the hair on the other side of her face back behind her ear as well.
Sweet mother of God, she was amazing. How had I not noticed her before?
"Did the symptoms start right after sex or a few days after?" I tried to focus.
"A few days after."
"Show me exactly where it hurts." I stood and moved to sit across from her on the other side of my desk. Close enough to see but not close enough to touch, even though my hands wanted to touch her, oh how they wanted to touch her.
She stood and touched her back right above the waistband of her skirt. She indicated an area that could be her kidneys or it could just be a strained muscle. I pressed my hands against her soft skin and felt around in that general area. I pressed directly over her kidney and she winced a little.
"Bella, does it hurt when you go to the bathroom?"
She shook her head a little. It was hard to see her face since I stood behind her.
"Does it hurt when you have sex?"
I felt her body stiffen then she slowly turned to face me. Her lip was trapped in her between her teeth again. When she released it to speak, the blood flowed into it and turned it the prettiest pink shade. I wanted to spend time there, to kiss and suck it right into my own mouth.
"I don't know," she said as her eyes dropped down to stare at my feet. "I haven't had sex with him again. He had a tiny dick."
I chuckled as she stepped closer to me and rested a hand on my arm.
"Turns out he stuffs his pants with a tube sock, it was really small." She held up her fingers to indicate his size, and I immediately felt bad for her.
"Well at least it was a small one for your first time, otherwise it would have hurt more." I patted her arm and stepped away so I could grab a urine specimen cup. I needed her to give me a sample so I could make sure that it wasn't any type of infection. The plastic cup was passed from my hand to hers, and I immediately began to picture her all undressed. Her soft, pale, naked skin within a few feet of me…
"Well since it wasn't my first time, it didn't matter. Besides, a girl deserves her chance to get her rocks off too. I can guarantee you that it didn't happen with Minute Newton!"
I chuckled again as I walked her towards the bathroom of the lab area. It turned me on to think of Bella having sex with someone, however, it made me mad as hell to think of her with anyone other than me.
"Well, funny girl, get in there and pee in that cup so I can see what Minute and all the others before him might have given you." I gently pushed her in the bathroom and pulled the door shut behind her. Her laugh echoed out through the four walls and into the outer lab area. I heard her mumble but not enough to make out what she said. I left to give myself some distance from her half-undressed body. I busied myself as I got a room ready to do a more thorough exam on her.
Within a few minutes, she filled the cup and walked out to hand it to me.
"I laid a gown out on the table. Get undressed so I can check out your back again." She nodded and walked back towards the exam room I indicated. "Just your outer clothes, you can leave your underwear and bra on." I didn't want her to be uncomfortable with the exam.
She nodded with a mischievous grin on her face. I guess it would seem that I had got Ms. Swan oh so wrong. She is quite the little minx that one is. I watched Bella grow up for most of her life and she was a kind, gentle child. She cared about those around her. Now I see the independent woman that is ready to come out in her. She knows what she wants and isn't afraid to say so. Whoever ended up with her would have their hands full.
I tested the urine and it showed up negative so she was cleared on that front. But now, my mind worried about what it could be after that. I headed back into the room to examine her again to see if I could find any immediate causes. When I stepped into the room she was wearing, the gown as instructed but nothing else underneath it, and it was on backwards so the middle section of her body was clearly accentuated by the ugly green of the thin gown. I got a nice little three inch peep show. Let me tell you that the three inches that I saw of her made me want so much more, all of her in fact. I had to clear my throat and attempted to regain my composure.
"Bella, the opening is supposed to go in the back." I ran a hand through my hair and indicated with the other hand that she needed to lie down on her stomach, she thankfully complied right away. I muttered under my breath, 'Damn.' This entire day had been a conspiracy against me. I knew it without a doubt. It was just one of those terrible days.
The bad thing about this was that now I had no way to check out her back without pulling her gown all the way up her body and exposing her fantastic ass. I stared at her ass the whole time I felt around on her back, in fact I was so distracted by her ass that I had no idea what the hell I just touched…at all. I would give her a few muscle relaxers and send her home today. If it wasn't any better in a few days then she would need to be seen at the clinic. That sounded reasonable enough for a diagnosis. Besides she had to like the muscle relaxers that I would give her, they would make her feel loopy a little. Who knows, maybe that's what she had wanted after all .
I pulled her gown down and walked away to grab a few samples for her out of my closet of goodness. She must have turned over and that was probably a good thing, her ass on display for me did not help my situation in any way whatsoever. I suddenly, really wanted to get to know Bella in the biblical sense, but given the fact that I'm eight years older than her and her father's friend, it just wasn't the best of ideas. The way I longed for her surprised me, it was never something I felt before with her. Besides my parents would have a total stroke about it as well, since they are friends with Charlie and Renee, they have been for years now.
With her samples in hand, I turned back to tell her she could get dressed when I saw that she had spread the gown, and her legs open further. She now leaned back onto her palms that were placed behind her hips. This particular position spread her out for me to see each and every delectable inch of her luscious body. Every glistening inch of her.
"Bella! What are you doing?" I dropped the samples when it registered that she was actually lying there, on my exam table spread wide open for me. I could see her pouty pink lips, both sets. Her hairless pussy was on proud display for me. It just begged for me to lick it up and down until she was screaming my name.
She sat up and pulled me forward by my tie until I stood a few inches from her.
"Don't you want me?" She pouted.
"No…I mean yes, I do. I swear I do, but aside from the obvious age difference, I'm your dad's friend, one of his best friends. I could lose my license for something like this. We can't do this, Bella." I pushed away her hands when she tried to settle them on my chest and took them both in mine. "You are such a beautiful girl, and I would love to be with you. If things were different, then we might just be able to try this, but I can't, baby girl. I just can't." I brushed her hair behind her ear because she was a beautiful girl and she needed to know that I didn't reject her, I rejected the trouble this could lead to.
"But, Edward, no one will know." She traced a hand down the front of my shirt right beside the buttons.
I died a little when I heard her purr my first name. It was such an erotic sound that came from her. I wanted to throw my head back and just moan at the sound alone, but I had to convince her that this was not a good idea at all.
"No, listen to me, this kind of thing never works." I wrapped my hand around her neck and gently rubbed my thumb along her cheek. "I'm so flattered, Bella. I really am, and I want you to know that you are so damned beautiful. I would be so fucking proud to be seen with you, but honestly, what would we do? You're about to go off to college, and I'm stuck here with work." I smoothed her hair again and kissed her forehead. "You deserve better, sweet girl, you do."
"But what is better? Those college boys? They only want to fuck me and go back to the party get drunk. I want a lover, someone that can show me how to love and be loved in returned. Sure, I want to be fucked, but I want some gentle lovemaking in there as well. I want someone that knows how to use my body, to take me to places I have never felt before." Her words made sense to my dick but my head was not ready to listen to her yet. It still screamed at me to run away. Physically I longed for her body but neither of us were in the position to start a relationship given our age difference and our situation. I just didn't see how this would be a good idea for either of us. I wanted it but it just wasn't a good idea.
"There's too much at stake, Bella. I just can't." I stepped away from the exam table and ran my hands through my hair. What had I gotten myself into here? How could I walk away from this without hurting her and making her doubt herself?
"Can't or won't?" Bella pushed me.
"They're the same thing here Bella. I…" I tried to refute her, but she cut me off with her hand against my mouth.
"If things were different, if there was no one to tell us we were wrong, then would you do it?" She challenged.
"Yes, in a minute. I'd have fucked you years ago. Especially that summer when I came home from school and you wore that yellow bikini. I could see your fucking nipples through that thing, and it made me want you so damn bad. I about wore the skin off of my dick as I beat it every night to you and that yellow bikini."
Her eyes flashed with a sparkle in them now, and I realized that she had me, she knew it too. She had me at a point where it was hard to say no. Why couldn't I just say that I didn't find her attractive at all? Why did I have to sign my own death warrant? Because that is what this thing is, a death warrant, especially if Charlie found out about us.
"Then just let go and do it. Who is going to find out? You won't tell and neither will I! At least for the summer, till I go away to school in the fall. Please?" I wavered, and she knew it. I didn't say no right way, and she knew she had me! "At least teach me what a good lover is like, and then I can go off to college and know what to look for."
I tried one last argument here.
"How do you know I'm a good lover?" I almost smirked at myself, but I wanted to know what she based this whole idea on.
She blushed with this question. Out of all the things she had said and asked of me today, and this she blushed about? I had to hear this.
"I overheard Tanya and Irina as they talked one time at summer camp. The year they were counselors," I nodded my head at her. I knew the year she spoke of. Tanya and I had hooked up several times that week before she left for camp. We had a good enough time, but I never wanted more with her, and it was obvious that she did want more. "Tanya told Irina how great you were. How you made her come all over herself. She talked about how everything was perfect." She blushed an even deeper shade of red as she hesitated. I stepped towards her and placed my hands on her hips to encourage her to continue. "I also saw you one day. You had just gotten out of the pool and went to change. I followed you up to your room, and when you went in, you dropped your trunks. I almost swallowed my tongue, you're huge."
I blushed as she said this. I knew I was a little larger than most guys my age, I mean, I went through years of high school gym and sport teams, where I showered with all other guys. I saw what they were packing and what I had. I never came out of there feeling bad about myself. Ever. But to hear Bella talk about it made me a little shy about things.
"It was beautiful; I mean at that point I had never seen one in person but yours just looked so damn good. I fantasized about how you would taste in my mouth, how it would feel as you slid inside of me. How you would make me feel, Edward." Her beautiful eyes looked up at me through her lashes, and I felt every single hesitation drift away from my mind.
My grip tightened on her neck. I wanted to slide into her right now, as she talked about it, just knowing that she had thought about me for several years now and had worked herself up to finally tell me this. Bella tried one more ploy.
"Please, baby, let me feel you. Show me how you can take care of me. Just for the summer, then I'll go off to school and not look back with regrets, okay?" She tilted her head up to me; it just left her mouth open for me to kiss her.
My kiss would show her my acceptance of her offer. I knew I was probably going to go to hell for this, but if I was going anyway, I might as well have a good time on my way there. My hands pulled her towards me and kissed her.
I tried to play it cool and start off all gentle since I wasn't sure exactly how much experience she had before me. A few seconds in, she flipped the tables and teased my tongue out of my mouth and into hers. She sucked on it and pulled a moan up from deep in my throat. I could only imagine her mouth wrapped around my dick as she repeated the same action there as well. I wanted her so bad. Her lips and tongue tasted so damn good, but she was taking this way too fast for me so I slowed it down for us. I pulled away a little, and nipped and kissed around her mouth. She whimpered at the loss of contact between us, but I shushed her against her lips.
"Let me show you, baby. Okay?" My lips ghosted across hers as I spoke to her in whispers.
She merely nodded, and I began to worship her body again. Her body was kissed, licked and touched all over. I made sure she knew how much I wanted her and how much I appreciated her because she gave her body to me this way. I touched her everywhere but where she wanted me to touch her. I kept my hands and mouth away from those areas on purpose. Bella needed to see what anticipation felt like. She needed to know what it was like to want and not be satisfied. That made the satisfaction so much better.
My hands ran down her legs to reach her sexy little feet. I placed a kiss along the instep and kissed my way back up her left leg. When I reached her bare pussy, I skipped over it and worked my way down her right leg. She groaned in frustration at my inattention but quickly pulled it back in when she noticed that I made my way back up again.
"You want this from me?" I asked then placed a quick kiss over her clit, no pressure, no force behind it, just a light peck.
She grabbed my hair at the back of my head and pulled me towards her sex as she moaned, long and loud. I gave her light quick nip with my lips that caused her body to buck against my face. I could certainly see how worked up she was after all of my teases. Her pussy was dripping wet and it turned me on to see her excitement.
So many women my age wanted to know what I could do for them, how we could merge our lives and how comfortable I could make them. When here was Bella laid out for me, and while she asked for me to give her something, it was a purely innocent request. She asked for immediate gratification, some training if you will, not to marry me and be set for life as a Doctor's wife. This request I understood, this one would not ask more than I was willing to give. This one was just as beneficial to me as it was to her.
Now don't get me wrong, Bella was younger than me, and I'm sure at some point she would have a man that she expects to treat her well, marry her and give her all the comforts of life that she deserved, but at her age, she didn't want that from me. Our eight- year age difference wasn't big enough for it to matter, but it was big enough to ensure that we were in two different places in our lives. Besides, let's be honest, the naughty factor of this whole scene turned me the fuck on almost as much as Bella's beautiful body did.
I shook my head slightly to withdraw from my head and all the thoughts, so that I could get back in the moment that literally lay in front of me. I could hear her pants and rapid breaths as I flattened my tongue and licked her from her ass to the top of her clit. Bella's hips began to move over my face as she sought out the spots that she wanted my tongue to hit. I shouldn't be amazed that a woman her age knew how to bring herself satisfaction, but this day the kids learn shit at such a young age that she had probably masturbated for years, and I knew without a doubt that she had had sex several times too. I just needed to show her how a man should treat her; how he should make sure that she got just as much enjoyment out of this as he did.
"Spread it open, baby, and let me see that pretty pussy." Her legs dropped open a little further and her hands came down to hold her outer lips open for me. I stared at her pink, wet skin. "Show me how you play with your pussy, how do you make yourself come?"
I could see the effects my words had on her body since I was so close to her. The wetness now had begun to run down along her folds and lower along her body to seep past her ass. I would make sure that by the time this summer was over, I would show her how much pleasure the right touches could bring her ass as well.
First, a finger of her tiny hand, then two slipped down to touch herself. She gathered some moisture onto them then circled them around her clit. The third finger of her other hand pressed against her opening, she never pushed it in, it just hovered there. I placed my finger beside hers at her opening and moved them around in a small circle to mimic the actions she used at her clit. Her back arched up and off the table.
Good thing I had opted for the larger, sturdier models because I had a feeling this thing would earn each and every single dollar I had spent on them.
"You like that? Does that feel good on your hot sensitive skin?" Her moan was the only answer. I slowly slid my finger in and touched her G-spot. I massaged it lightly back and forth. Bella's body seized up and her back bowed again.
"What the fuck did you just do? Oh, my fucking God," she screeched as I chuckled.
Take that, you simple ass high school boys, see how much you know.
"That, my girl, will bring you as much pleasure as your clit. You need to know about this." I rubbed my finger across it a little harder. "This is your G- spot. I can touch it the right way and you'll be putty in my hands."
I pressed a little harder just to show her. When her hands faltered with my new strokes, I took over for her. I worked her clit with my mouth as I continued to work her G- spot with my fingers. Her body tightened around my fingers and her clit pulsed against my mouth, I knew she was close to coming. I dropped my pinkie finger against her ass and rubbed it too. I wasn't worried about friction because her body had provided enough moisture so that I could rub her without hurting her tender skin there.
Bella's chants and breaths really began to pick up. I was glad that it was afterhours because she got louder.
"Oh, God, Edward. FUCK! Fuck yeah, there, oh shit, there."
I sped both hands up a little and watched her fall apart right in front of me. The way her pussy contracted as she came was indescribable. The fluids squirted from her, and I almost jumped for joy. I knew of this type of orgasm, had seen videos of it but never had a girl that could actually do it. I couldn't wait to ask Bella how it felt. Partially from a lover's stand point to know how good it was and the other parially from a medical standpoint.
I made sure to slow down and allow her to come down from her high gently. Her face was covered with a fine sheen of sweat and she looked beautiful. When I pulled my fingers out of her, her eyes flew open as I brought them up to my mouth to suck them off. There was no way that small taste of her was enough, but for now, I wanted my dick in her. I hoped all the rumors were true of how sensitive a girl would be after an intense orgasm.
I pulled Bella closer to the end of the table and quickly dropped my pants. Bella sat up and unbuttoned my lab coat and my shirt as well. Nothing said dirty romp like clothes half strew about the room or even worse, left in place because you were in too big of a hurry to take them off.
When I was left with nothing to cover my body, I stepped closer to her and took my dick in my hand. I rubbed the thick tip around her clit and watched as she immediately started to climb back towards another orgasm. Part of me wanted to do a victory dance and pat myself on the back, the other part screamed that she was a child and had very little experience so there was no need to congratulate myself when she had nothing to compare it to.
Yeah, my subconscious was a wordy little fucker.
I focused back on Bella and could see her entire pussy throb as I rubbed myself across her. Her sweet musky scent filled the air, and once again, I promised myself that I would be able to spend some quality time with my head nestled between her thighs but just not right now.
"Edward, I swear to God, if you don't slide that thing in, I will scream." I smirked at her choice of words.
"Oh, baby, you're going to scream when I finally do slide it in."
Her eyes widened, and she dropped her back flush against the exam table in preparation. I pulled one hand down to hold her open again so I could see the pretty pink skin I was about to sink into. My other hand guided my cock towards her. I pushed in slightly and pulled back out. I watched as her body closed back down after my invasion. I listened as she whimpered at the loss of contact. I did this several more times and watched as the evidence of how aroused this made Bella leaked down her thighs. I dropped my face and gave her open pussy one quick lick from bottom to top, and immediately plunged my hard cock all the way into her warm body.
By this point in time, both of us were too worked up to try any fancy moves, I simply fucked her deep and hard. Not too hard though, she was still new at this. Just hard enough that tomorrow morning, when she got dressed for school, she would still know who owned her ass. My ego wanted her to yearn for me, to want only me. To know that I treated her better than any other man in her life ever would.
Several deep strokes in, and I was ready to come inside of her. Part of me worried that I didn't have a condom on, so I asked her.
"I'm ready to come, sweet girl, you on the pill?"
She shook her head in a negative fashion so I pulled out and stroked my cock several times. She twisted and quickly turned her body so that her head was hung off the foot of the table, opened her mouth and was ready for my body. Her small hands pulled me closer to her, and I pushed my hard cock between her lips. She moaned as soon as my skin made contact with her sweet lips. It was the final piece I needed to fall over the precipice of my own orgasm. I pushed deep and felt my thick cock pulse. Bella moaned and swallowed around me. I know I saw black spots and I worried that I would pass out from the intense sensations.
As soon as I could speak and move without fear of an embarrassing collapse, I pulled my pants back up and helped Bella sit up on the exam table. I kissed her sweet lips and tasted the two of us as we mixed; it tasted damn good if you asked me.
"Thank you, sweet girl, I hope it was good for you." I kissed her temple again and pulled her towards me to hold her.
"It was perfect, Edward. Thank you," Bella murmured against my chest.
"I think it's time we put you on some birth control pills. What do you say?" I chuckled.
Bella nodded.
"Not that I minded that sweet mouth of yours when it finished off the job, but I wanted to come inside of you," I said as I lifted her chin and found her eyes. "Next time I will, okay?"
She nodded her head enthusiastically.
We both dressed, and I took her to get something to eat. On the way she confessed to me.
"Edward, would you be mad if I told you that my back never really hurt me?" She dropped her head and fiddled with her skirt hem.
"You are one evil little minx, aren't you?" I laughed and threw my head back.
Then she giggled back at me.
"We'll see how much you giggle when I hand out your punishment," I informed her.
She sobered, and I laughed again.
I shifted the car and drove the rest of the way to her house.
She waved at me over her shoulder as she sauntered in her front door. A few minutes later my phone buzzed with a text from her, under a fake name of course, Sweet Girl.
I can't wait till our next time, even if there is some punishment! Xxoo~SG
I couldn't wait till next time either.
The Sweet Kiss of Revenge
This is so out of my comfort zone but I loved writing every single second of it, hope you like a little glimpse of Rosalie's life. This is my take on her backstory from Eclipse. I obviously don't own Twilight or any of it's characters. I just use them for my own enjoyment occasionally. All other publicly recognized people or places don't belong to me either.
This was written for TFA's 31 Days of Halloween, I have the picture that inspired the whole thing posted below! Go take a look.
Enjoy…
The Sweet Kiss of Revenge
Rosalie's point of view
My life was nearly perfect. I had a big home in the nicest neighborhood, went to the best private schools and attended all of the required social functions in town with my parents. My dad took great pleasure in flaunting me around in front of all of the eligible men around town. He had high aspirations for me, he wanted me to marry well, raise a few kids, host a few charity events per year and spend my husband's money. And to be honest it was a lifestyle that had worked for my mom so I wasn't too opposed to that plan.
That all changed when I met Royce King at the benefit dinner that the company my dad works for hosted. Royce's dad owned half the businesses in town. Royce was at Harvard Law School and came home for the summer. One of his father's businesses was a small time music label and Royce wanted to study law to work at the label writing contracts and such. He wanted a high profile job that brought him lots of opportunities to rub elbows with all the other major players in town.
After that night we were inseparable. He was the talk of the town. He had all the right qualities to ensure that he'd go far in life. We spent the summer going to the movies, clubs, out to dinner, and every single major social event in the city. He spent lots and lots of money to make sure we both looked good and to be honest it flattered me that he lavished that much attention on me. I was too caught up in it, I can see that now. I can also see all the signs of Royce's bad side that I overlooked back then too. His anger issues, his possessiveness towards me, and most of all his drinking and drug use. At the time he would buy me gifts and beg me to forgive him when he messed up. It made me feel loved; little did I know that I was playing right into his hands.
When summer was over Royce went back to school and instead of going off on my own, I followed him. My dad was thrilled that Royce was paying me some attention. It was a match made in heaven if you asked him. We both would benefit from it, him by Royce's father's business contacts and me from the high society life I would live when we got married. In fact when Royce suggested I move in with him when we both arrived at Harvard for school, Dad even agreed. I heard him tell my mom to mind her business because if I got knocked up before Royce proposed then it would be no big deal since the family could take care of us with no problems. It would mean a certain marriage between us then, so he encouraged it. I packed up what little belongings I needed to take with me and drove off with Royce.
I was thrilled at the new opportunities that I was heading off towards. And in the beginning life was good. I cooked, cleaned and took care of Royce while I attended school myself. Our apartment was paid for by his dad so neither of us had to work. We went to class and then partied whenever we could. I enjoyed the freedom and was looking forward to finding myself. Well apparently Royce had other ideas for me.
He talked about the casino party for weeks. He was so excited about this specific party; he said he couldn't wait to do some high stakes gambling. He was all keyed up that night while we were getting ready for it. He sent me back three times to change what I was wearing. When I finally passed his inspection we left the apartment. I was still in shock about it all since usually he told me to cover up more and this time he was telling me to wear less. We arrived and did our fair share of drinking. Royce also left my side several times and I was sure he was ducking off to do some type of drugs. But I knew better than to question him about it. I kept my mouth shut and sat with the other girlfriends talking about all sorts of things and dancing on their make shift dance floor.
After several hours I popped in to see Royce because I was tired and ready to go home. When I got to the table there were five guys left playing. Royce laid his cards down and stood when I walked into the room. He pulled me aside to talk to me.
"Rose, listen, baby, I have to tell you something; the hands got kind of out of control tonight and well I had a great hand so I bet high. Turns out I was beaten by Kyle; so you have to spend the weekend with him. He'll bring you home on Sunday night. Okay? Now, you go and be a good girl for me. Kyle will take care of you, he's a good guy." I was livid to say the least.
"Royce, what the fuck are you smoking? I am not going to go and spend the weekend with your frat brother, I don't give a damn if you lost or not. You don't gamble with a human being!" My voice got louder with each word I said and Royce was starting to get angry at my defiance. I didn't give two fucks about his anger though. He should have thought about that before he gambled and lost.
Several of the frat brothers showed up, including Kyle. "Royce, is there a problem?" Royce looked nervous for the first time in his life. Normally he was super cool and in control. He licked his lips and his eyes pleaded with me to just go along with it. I was so angry I would have taken them all on at that point in time.
"Yes, Kyle, there is a problem. Royce here thinks he can gamble with his girlfriend as the prize and his girlfriend disagrees." I put my hand on my hip and tried to make myself look more menacing that ever.
"Now, sweet Rosalie, don't be like that. We do this every year. It's just a fun time for all of us. We get to try out something new without anyone getting hurt." His hand drifted over and he ran a single finger along my arm as he spoke to me. His voice dropped down to a husky whisper. I guess he thought that he would turn me on and then I would fall right into his arms.
"Come on, babe, it's just one weekend. Kyle was excited to be spending it with you, you should be flattered." Royce just pissed me off the more he spoke. I couldn't believe how sick these guys were to just think that they can pass around the girls that they supposedly loved and cared for.
I shoved Royce as hard as I could and he fell back into another frat brother that I didn't know. "Well you all can go fuck yourselves because this girl is not flattered and she is not spending the night much less weekend with anyone in this room." I shoved past Kyle as well.
Kyle spoke to a few of the other brothers and several hands stopped me before I made it to the doorway. They drug me back to the far corner and into a doorway I didn't see before.
Kyle slapped me hard across my face. "Listen here you little cunt, you will shut your fucking mouth and do what you are told if you know what is good for you. You hear me? Now, we can do this the hard way or the easy way, which one do you want?" He began to unbuckle his pants as he talked. I began to panic and tried to make my plan. All of the survivor shows tell you that in an emergency you need a clear plan that you stick to no matter what. You need something that will keep your mind focused, something to keep you from giving up hope.
I don't know that I had a plan but I knew that no matter what if I got out of that room with my life that each and every one of those guys would pay with their lives. I would take from them what they took from me…they took away my freedom, my ability to still believe in good things and good people, to trust people. I would get my revenge somehow, some way.
I finally came to and searched the room for my clothes. I dressed in what was left and stumbled away from the suite. My head felt heavy, a fog seemed to swirl around me as I moved. My body protested with each step and I had to move slowly, oh so slowly because if I moved too fast my brain began to move as if I was on a tilt a whirl. I knew without a doubt that I was fucked up and good. I searched the few people that remained and found some money in one guys pants right by the door. I took it and left trying to make my way home. I had to get there and get my shit out of our apartment. I needed to find a place to live and in the midst of all of it, I needed to call my parents. They would help me.
I took a cab to the hospital first. I wanted to make sure that I showed up exactly as I looked they needed pictures and testes. They needed proof to put the assholes in jail. After several hours, lots of doctors, talking with numerous police officers and too many pictures to name, I was heading home with a police escort to get my belongings. It all changed when I walked into the door of our apartment.
The investigating officer pulled Royce aside while I packed up only what I needed, the rest of the shit I didn't care about. I could hear bits and pieces of the conversation from our bedroom. Not enough to know what was being said but enough to panic a little because everything seemed calm, way too calm for Royce to be accused of gang raping me and too calm for the police to be taking him seriously.
I stopped in the doorway and stood watching them talk, their bodies pressed closely together and the investigator furiously writing down what Royce was saying. My heart skipped a beat because maybe, just maybe Royce had seen the error of his ways and was coming clean. That thought left my head suddenly when Royce turned to see that I stood watching him and smiled a smile filled with pure evil. I knew right then and there that Royce, his money and his friends would win.
Two weeks later the blood tests confirmed what Royce told the investigator. That I was a crack whore that took advantage of the party and fucked everyone in the room. At least three different types of illegal drugs showed up in my blood. Royce told them I had a long standing drug problem and he was trying his best to get me clean. I was angry at him because he no longer would let me live with him until I got clean. So I went to the party, fucked them all and told my lies about them to get back at him. With their money and family influence it all made sense to the investigator so he dropped the case. He told me to check in and get clean, I just smiled and thanked him for the advice. I walked away from Royce and found a way to carry on.
I called my parents but they believed the lies as well. Royce got to them first and then his father called my father. He told him that he was sure the bad influence of his daughter would in no way harm their working relationship since he obviously wouldn't ever condone my actions. My father agreed. With one phone call my parents cut me out of their life. One!
I went to the housing department and begged for anything they had. The good thing is that my scholarship paid for room and books so I was set, for now. I took a small room at the back of the campus in this old building that was barely standing. I didn't care it was mine and I was away from Royce.
I met several friends in the building and eventually began to hang out with them. I knew without a doubt why the liked the building, they weren't the social kind if you know what I mean. They stuck to themselves, only. They all dressed in black, wore dark eyeliner and died their hair jet black. They were the kinds of people that I would have never hung around with before Royce. But now…they accepted me and I felt like I belong suddenly. My heart was as black as their clothes, hair and the makeup that lined their eyes. I was now that person. One night after several bottles of liquor we shared our stories. Each of theirs was as fucked up as mine was. They came from broken homes and had some sort of tragedy in their pasts. Mine fit in with theirs but was by far the worst thing that had. After that night we certainly forged a bond. We relied on each other; we forged a family with each other, bonded by our pasts and hurts.
Each had a skill that they taught me. Edward taught me how to hack into the computers and fuck with their grades, classes and eventually their money. Alice and Bella taught me how to defend myself; they knew several different styles of self-defense martial arts. It all seemed like a strange mix of info for two small emo girls to have but it made sense to me. They needed to protect themselves and I now did as well. Jasper taught me strategy and Emmett taught me how to handle several different types of weapons. Bella and Jasper helped in this area as well, seems all three of them came from either military or police families. When our time was done with college I was a fighting machine, I knew weapons, I knew logistics and strategy, I knew enough self-defense to protect myself and I was ready for the task that I had been dying to take on for almost three years.
With Emmett, Jasper, Alice, Bella and Edward by my side we searched each and every member of Royce's fraternity out. Watched them, stalked them, learned them and then slowly killed them. Alice and Bella spent a lot of time studying forensics so we knew what to do to prevent leaving a trace of evidence. After all who would believe it was a woman…there hadn't been a woman serial killer for years. And in the grand scheme of things I was long forgotten so who would look for me? Besides I was nobody anymore. I changed my name, I changed my hair, I changed everything about me. No one but the five people I went home to even knew I existed any longer.
Twelve men in all died. Each lived in a different state, each had different jobs, and they had nothing in common on the surface. So I got away with twelve murders. Each one made me sick to my stomach, each one brought up the pain, the fear, the regret again. But I forced myself to commit each one, I had to. I had to exorcise my demons somehow. This seemed to be the only way.
The last two remained…Kyle and Royce. I'm sure by now they knew, I hoped that they knew. I did notice that each of them had doubled the bodyguards around them. Royce was the lawyer for his dad's music label and who knew what Kyle did but he seemed to be employed there as well.
I finally found my chance; Kyle and Royce flew out to meet with a new client that Mr. King wanted to sign. Edward had learned to tap their phones so we knew every single move they made by now. Jasper, Emmett and I booked a flight and arrived about an hour ahead of them. We set ourselves up in a hotel room a few floors below them. Jasper and Emmett made their way up to their rooms and bugged it so we would be able to hear them from our room. We didn't want any surprises from them at all. Our plan had to go off without any hitches.
I donned the maid's uniform and went about the floor; I even pretended to clean up a few rooms. The guests that get those rooms will sure be surprised when they open those doors. Anyway, I dyed my hair and didn't wear make-up. I put on a bra that squished my boobs down, anything I could think of to disguise my looks. I made it past their security but then again that was no accomplishment, they didn't know me so I didn't want to celebrate at all. The one good thing was that I had the maid's cart so I could carry almost any weapon with me that I needed.
I snuck into Kyle's room first. I made my way around the room for a few minutes until I could feel the tension drain from him. I made my way into the bathroom and pretended to clean it up. I really just took the time to fill the syringe that I would need to sedate him while I set up the room for the cops. I made my way back out into the large open room, I thrilled when I noticed that his back was to me. I snuck up and stabbed him in the back of the neck with the syringe.
When he fell to the floor I drug him into the bedroom. I took off his clothes and tied his ass to the bed. I wrapped the pantyhose around his neck and placed the pre-filled condoms. I put out the gay porn, and all the accessories to make it look like Kyle was living a double life. Like he had a secret lover, a gay lover. That in itself would not make any news but within the fraternity it would. Kyle was the more outspoken with his archaic ideas of what love could and couldn't be. I wanted him to look like a hypocrite, and a liar. I knew that finding him with a hooker wouldn't faze his family, nor would the drugs that would be found in his system. All of those they would handle but to make him look like a homosexual, well that was just deplorable in their eyes. It would shame them and cause the gossipmongers to start their tongues wagging.
I wanted no ties to me what so ever. I wanted it to look like a whole different scenario all together. I wanted doubt to rock the whole fraternity. It was wrong but a thrill shot through me! I was enjoying the pain, the shame, the disgust that everyone would feel! I wanted them to feel what I felt after their brutal attack on me. I took some of his belongings and then injected him one last time…this time it would stop his heart. He would die tied to a bed, in a supposed gay lovers tift, he would never know it was me that inflicted this kind of punishment on him. That was my biggest regret.
I made up my mind right then and there that Royce would look at me, he would know it was me. The punishment would be sweeter because he knew it was me. He would know that he didn't get away with it like he thought he did.
As much as I hated it, I had to let Royce go this time; otherwise it would look suspicious for both of them to die in different ways at the same hotel at the same time. I walked away knowing that Royce would be left with some questions, that's the thing about them…they all know that deep down they are all assholes that can't be trusted. They know that there are secrets to be kept, so when one comes out it is not hard to believe it, even if it isn't true. Some friends they really are, they turn at the drop of a hat.
It took another two years before I could get Royce. This time Jasper and Edward intercepted a phone call to this cleaning service. He needed a new maid because his old one apparently took a coke from the fridge without his permission. I looked up her name and gave her a bonus with some of the money that I had been stealing from Royce's account each month. Lucky for me that his accountant was stealing too or else he might have found me out.
I showed up for work at the normal time. Royce's lazy ass was still in bed, his current honey was just leaving. I kept my head down and cleaned the kitchen as she walked out the front door. I placed a quick text to Em letting him know that we would be ready a lot sooner than I thought and he was to bring the other items that I needed.
I made my way to Royce's room and knocked him across the back of his nasty head. I knew that it would keep him out cold till Emmett could get there. I tied him to his bedposts then ransacked his apartment and took whatever I wanted to take. I had quite a haul after it was all done. I also planned to clean out his accounts, first putting his money in the off shore accounts that his accountant had then I would secretly change them over to my accounts. That way if the police looked into the murder they would suspect the accountant and a host of other people first. My name wouldn't even come up to be honest. I made sure of it. But it was certainly going to be fun to watch other's suffer at his hands again.
Emmett made his way up the stairs and I waved him into the living room. He took in the scene and nodded his approval at my thorough job. I took the equipment that he brought me and sent him on his way. I didn't want him to see me do this and I certainly didn't want him transferring any evidence here at the crime scene.
As strange as it sounded I wanted Emmett to think of me as his girl Rosie, not the cold blooded killer that I would be today. Call me insane for this silly thought but a girl's got to keep a few things to herself. I mean he knew for sure what I had planned that day, he taught me half of what I would need to know in there. But it was easy to pretend if you didn't have a visual to cross your brain each and every time you close your eyes.
I laid the bag down just inside the doorway and took out what I needed. Two simple items, a scalpel and some acid, it was small time acid but it would get the job done. I mean I didn't want to burn his body away before I was ready, I just wanted to inflict some serious pain with it.
I made my way back to his room and checked the ties around his wrists and ankles. They were secure and wouldn't come loose for any reason. I knew my knots that was for sure. I slapped Royce to wake him up and being the pussy that he was, it only took one. He came to right away and fear immediately took over his eyes. He knew his day had arrived. I'm pretty sure he now knew that all those other random killings weren't so random after all.
"Ro, sweetie, I have been so worried about you. Wh..where have you been, I tried and tried to get in touch with you." I pulled the scalpel up and let the light glint off of it, twisting it side to side so that the reflection flashes across Royce's eye line.
"Oh, I see how worried you were. Just shut your fucking mouth, I'll do all the talking today." I threw my body down on him, across his lap. He took in my body. It was much more toned and sculpted than when we were together. In fact, I was a fucking knock out now, then…yeah I was pretty but not like now. His eyes raked across the leather cat suit I had on with the knee high leather Louboutin boots. I could feel him getting hard under me and I almost vomited on him right then. I reached up and punched him in the face.
"What the fuck Ro?" He stretched his arm to touch his nose, it was certainly broken. I didn't care and in a few minutes that would be the least of his problems. I spent the next few hours torturing him, slicing small cuts along his skin and pouring the acid in them. I watched him scream and writhe in pain. I wanted to feel sadness at his predicament but I couldn't. He didn't feel a single amount of sadness when his friends used me repeatedly. He didn't care when they slapped me around when I would come to and fight them off. He didn't care when I was ravaged so badly that I would no longer be able to carry children because of him. His simple weekend ruined my life and this one would ruin his. My mind shut down after a few hours and I don't really know all of the punishment I inflicted upon him, I just know what I was doing when Bella and Alice came to get me.
In two hours I had successfully drained Royce's bank account and then transferred it to mine without a trace, courtesy of Jasper and Edward's brilliance of course. I had also decimated Royce's body to the point where they would need dental records to successfully identify him. His body was still tied to the bed but the life had long since drained out of it. I stood and looked at him, just lying there. I wanted to feel sadness that it took this kind of act to take away my pain but I couldn't. In fact I felt the opposite of sadness, I felt light, and for the first time in a long time…happy. I was ready to get the hell out of here. I wanted to start my life with Emmett now. For years Alice and Jasper have been dating each other, Bella and Edward as well. I held out. I wanted to date Emmett, to go out and be with him; to hold his hand and kiss his mouth. But I made myself promise that I would do it when I was whole and ready to fully give myself to him. I couldn't do it before then. Now it was all in place, I could do it without regrets. We had the money to go anywhere and do anything we wanted, thanks to the asshole lying in the bed. Now I wanted to be as far away from here as I could be. Right the fuck now.
I snapped out of my trance and cleaned my shit up. I took all of my tools and wrapped them up in my bag. I took anything that would leave a clue for the police and planted the items to lead them in the directions that I wanted them to go. It was pretty easy if I'm being honest about it. The cops are usually too overworked and tired to really look past what is right there in their face. I couldn't blame them, I'm actually just that good. I took one last look around and left the one item I wanted them to find. The skull with the bright red lip marks on it. Royce always said I had the prettiest lips. He loved them, usually wrapped around his cock of course but still loved them anyway. I thought it was only befitting him that I left that one clue for anyone smart enough to look for it.
"Royce, I'm done with you. Enjoy the sweet kiss of revenge!" I laughed as I left the room and his body for the last time.
Bella and Alice must have arrived with Emmett because when it was time to leave they both joined me and we walked out of the house together. I locked the front door and made my way to the car. No words were spoken as we made our way home. We had all decided that we would separate for while. Meet back up later because we were a unit, a family but for now we needed distance. Time to foster our relationships with the person that knew our faults and loved us anyway somehow. We all deserved that much.
When we piled out of the car the boys were a flurry of activity. Jasper was packing shit from him and Alice. Edward was doing the same for him and Bella. Emmett and I had already packed our stuff so he helped me from the car and we began to dispose of the evidence I brought with me. When my clothes and the other items were burned beyond recognition we packed them into a garbage bag and threw them in the trunk. They would be thrown away three or four states away.
When the activity was all completed we all sort of stood in a circle, giving each other a silent goodbye. The only words spoken were from Jasper to me. It was a whisper but I understood it and appreciated those words beyond any measure. "I took care of your daddy's business as well. My little gift to you." I nodded my acceptance and we scattered like roaches at dawn.
I had changed into a yellow sundress and some sandals. We took the convertible, with the top down. Emmett laced his fingers through mine and we both released a cleansing smile that turned into a full belly laugh as we drove away. I'm sure a professional would deem me clinically insane to be able to kill the number of people that I did, but I beg to differ. I was insane then, now I am normal again. The sweet kiss of revenge brought me back to life.
Pandora's Email
Pandora's Box- According to the legend, once Pandora's box was opened and all the evils were released upon the world only one thing remained…hope. Bella's life is without hope right now and with one email she gains that back.
Pandora's Email
Bella's POV
I turned the key in the lock, turned on the lights, opened the blinds, checked the messages, did all the things that would signify the normal opening of my office. My life had become this cycle of wash, rinse and repeat. Don't get me wrong, I loved my life. I had a good life.
I was married to my high school sweetheart. I had a good job that paid me well, we had a good enough house in a good enough neighborhoods, and we had good friends. Everything was… good. Often over the years I had thought about things. I mean really was good enough? At times, yes, hell yes even, but most of the time I just couldn't stop myself from wondering if good really was enough.
I you asked me to map out my life I didn't think this would have been the road I would have seen myself on. I had wanted to graduate high school, go to Dartmouth, get an English Lit degree, maybe even go for my Master's program, get married, get a good job, have some kids, and just enjoy the American Dream. That was the part that stumped me; I had done most of that shit. So why did it scare me so much that every so often I had thoughts that it's just not enough?
Jake and I loved each other, hell we'd practically been together since we were in diapers. Our parents were best friends and our dad's had bonded even more so when a few years apart they had each lost their wives suddenly. My mom's death had been due to breast cancer; Jake's mom's had been a car accident. Jake's older sisters had become my mother figure. It had hurt but it wasn't devastating. I'd had a good childhood in spite of the fact that my mom had been absent for part of it. The same thing seemed to be true for Jake.
Jake had gone to school on the Rez while I had attended Forks High. So when we had graduated and were still in love we had decided to go to college together. Jake had wanted to attend UDub in Seattle, I wanted Dartmouth. Guess who had won? Well, I would say he won but in fact it was more like we both decided that it would be better to stay close to home, I mean it was good for both our fathers since Rachel and Rebecca, Jake's sisters, were both married with families of their own by now. We moved into a small apartment together, Charlie and Billy each had helped pay the bills and we both had gotten part time jobs. Life became busy for us. Work, school, Jake played soccer with a men's league, I volunteered at the local children's hospital. We were just busy.
Sometimes when I looked back on our life and it seemed like it had flown past us in a flurry and other times it felt like it had dragged on and on. I just kept feeling like there is more out there, like I had missed out on something, like life was passing me by and now I wanted to stop the world and get off the runaway train my life had become, you know? It was really stupid since I was doing this now that I was almost forty, now that my youth had passed me by. Now I wanted to be young, wild and carefree.
I sighed as I started up the computer to begin my day.
When the office phone rang at exactly ten minutes after nine, I knew without a doubt who was waiting for me on the other end of the line. It was Kate, my best friend. She always called me at this time. We would talk for an hour while she completed the inventory at her restaurant. Then she would go at ten after ten and open up at half past ten. She had a small bistro that served lunch to the rush of people that mobbed the streets between the hours of eleven and two looking for lunch to help them get through the rest of their day.
I loved Kate. She had reddish hair that was thick and wavy, her eyes were a soft blue and her skin was absolutely perfection. Her rocking body didn't hurt her chances with men either. She was everything I wasn't. No matter how many times she had told me otherwise, she was obviously the prettier of the two of us. I had always been aware of this fact and was okay with it because I loved Kate. I knew that she would never do anything to hurt me in any way. We were best friends, and not the high school kind of best friends that were together until someone better would come along. We were the kind that would hold each other when someone died. The kind that held your hair out of the way so you could puke kind of friends. She had my back. Yeah that sounded corny when a grown woman said it but it was still true.
I zoned back in when she had begun to tell me all about her date and how not right he was for her but that she had fucked him twice anyway. How her mom was doing, about her new cat and that she wanted to go out this weekend with me and the girls for a little bit of fun. I talked about how Jake and I had a dinner party this weekend, how Charlie was doing alone and how work needed to pick up because I was bored out of my mind in this office alone. We joked about the skanky friends that she hung out with and then we said our goodbyes.
I was thankful that we didn't discuss my life in detail like we had normally done. I didn't want to go into how I was worried about things one more time, how there had to be more. How perfect Jake and I looked to the average person on the street, and how if I left him no one but Kate would really understand why I had.
I mean Jake looks perfect on paper. He has a stable job, he gives me everything I need, he is kind, and devoted but he doesn't touch me. He doesn't love me, he doesn't fulfill my emotional needs. He holds my hand, he gives me little pecks on the cheek, he says nice things and tells me he loves me…in front of people. But in private, we are like brother and sister. We laugh, we talk, we tease but we don't touch, we don't love and God forbid we should have sex. I can't remember the last time he kissed me, open mouthed, make my toes curl kiss.
I know that he claims he has low testosterone and that he looked into medications to take care of it. But damn, we're married. For once I want him to come to me, to touch me just because he wants me to feel joy and pleasure not because he wants something in return. For once I want to feel like I'm the only person on the planet and not an afterthought for him.
This is why I doubt. Because to the outside eyes we look perfect but on the inside I'm dying in here, lonely and alone.
I cry myself to sleep because again he lies beside me snoring his fucking head off while I watch porn videos and finger my own clit. I fantasize about being swept off of my feet and how he will tell me that he was wrong, and he'll make it all better. How he'll tell me how sorry he is that I have had to learn to live without his touch, his love, his affections for all these years. But it never happens, no matter how many gentle touches to my arm or sweeps of his fingers across my cheeks he gives me. Nothing.
And those little touches are the worst because I get my hopes up with them, I sing inside and pray that today is the day he will make the change. But it never comes, all the promises are broken and he falls asleep with the TV blaring some stupid ass sports show while I read and suffer alone.
Kate knows all of this. She is the only one that does and she tells me to get up off of my ass and leave him. Maybe then he will learn, he will know that the world doesn't revolve around him anymore. But I can't. I mean I love him and I took vows. I intended to honor those vows for the rest of my life. I don't judge people who get divorced but it just wasn't an option for me. If I didn't love the person I planned to marry enough to fight for it with all of my heart then there was no need to marry them. Now, don't get me wrong, I'm not stupid enough to say that there aren't perfectly good reasons for divorce. I mean no one should be abused or in danger, no one should have to live with a person that is clearly cheating on them. But so far none of those things had happened to me so I stuck it out and I hoped that one day it would get better. Till then my BOB was my main man and we were thick as thieves.
I opened my email to check the messages for the day. I had four, two advertisements, one from Kate reminding all of us about going out this weekend and one from an email address I didn't recognize. I knew it could be some sort of spam but I didn't give a damn. It would just give me an excuse to go and get a new bigger laptop. So I opened it.
Dear Isabella,
I know that you don't know me but…I just had to write to you anyway. I have watched you from afar for so long now and it breaks my heart to see you so sad and alone. I know that you are not technically alone but yet at the same time you are. Your husband should know better than to leave a beautiful woman such as yourself available for other men. I know this is very forward of me but I want to show you how a woman should be treated. Please let me, Isabella, please. We can have as much or as little contact as you would like but allow me to treat you special for once. Reply if you are interested…
Yours Truly,
Masen
I slammed my laptop shut and quickly looked around the room. I had no idea what I thought I was going to find since I worked in this office alone but I scanned it anyway to remove the notion that any threat existed here. My cheeks were flame red, I could tell by the heat that radiated from them. This had to be some kind of a joke. I mean someone had to be kidding around. There was no way a perfect stranger would say those kinds of things to me without someone paying him to do so. I was plain old Bella, mousy brown hair, dull flat eyes, boobs that were too small and an ass that was a little too big. I knew all of my flaws and this guy clearly didn't see them so he must be joking with me.
I opened my laptop back up, clicked on my Live Mail and promptly deleted the email. Then I deleted it from my trash folder just in case Jake was in there snooping around. I didn't want him to see this kind of a thing and make too much out of it.
Over the course of the week, four more emails came to me. All of them filled with sweet, flowery words. Words that made me feel giddy at the fact that they might actually be true or that they were once true about me. Words that made my confidence soar and I found that I walked with my head held higher than I had in years. Somewhere out there was a man who thought I was beautiful and that I deserved some attention.
Each email I double deleted after I read it. This action alone told me that it was wrong, that I should not be getting attention from another man, or hell woman. It could be a woman, nothing that was said was gender specific so who was to say at this point in the game. I reasoned with myself and said that since there was no participation on my behalf that it wasn't over the line of acceptable in any way. I just read an email that was sent to me daily. Kate said that it was all Jake's fault and that if he took care of his woman then I wouldn't need emotion or physical support from anyone else.
All I knew was that I prayed that I never came face to face with my sender. Because I didn't know if I had the willpower to say no to him, to deny myself the touch that I so desperately craved on a daily basis, the simple reassurance that I did matter to someone other than my friends. That for a few minutes that I am the most important thing on this planet to someone, that my pleasure is given because they want to see me enjoying the pleasure not just so I will shut up about how long it's been since we have last had sex, and certainly not because it has been too long for him.
I guess deep down I really needed a good hard fuck and that didn't look like it was going to be in my future for a long time, if ever. So I wouldn't want to trust my will power with a man that can almost make me come just from a few words in an email. I'm not sure I'm that strong.
I strolled into the bar to meet the girls. I needed this night out and I was so happy that Jake decided that he was going to work late and get a few extra projects done so that gave me a clear schedule to go without listening to him bitch. I made sure to dress up because otherwise I would have to hear it from Rose, Alice and Tanya about my appearance.
When I stepped into the bar, I could see my friends huddled around a tall table, laughing and drinking their cocktails. Their beauty amazed me, each one a different picture of perfection. I really had to be the ugly step sister of the group because Rose, her sister in law Alice, Kate and her sister Tanya all were super models straight from heaven. I always tried to take an extra step or two when going out with them to not embarrass them. They all told me repeatedly how stupid I was to think that but you can't help your insecurities, can you?
About four drinks too many, Edward, Alice's brother and Rose's brother in law stopped by the table when he saw them from his table across the room. He hugged and kissed Alice, Rose, Kate and even Tanya. They all obviously knew him; I on the other hand did not. His greeting for me was polite but very reserved. I got a simple hand shake and a, "How do you do Bella? It's my pleasure, Alice and Rose talk a lot about you." To which I blushed a shade lighter than a tomato. He spoke to all of us again the left for another engagement. Tanya sighed as soon as he walked away from the table.
"I don't know why I ever let that boy go?" Kate slapped her arm and laughed at her.
"T, that was middle school when you two dated for a whole two weeks, get real." The whole table laughed then.
"I know but he was the best kisser, ever." She rolled her eyes and flipped her hair, bringing back the middle school girl inside of her again.
"That is my brother here we are talking about, I don't want to know anything about his kisses!" Alice huffed and took a long drink of her martini.
"If he's anything like Emmett he is hung like a fucking horse." Rose commented as she brought her drink up to her lips. Alice turned, sat her drink of the table and proceeded to slap Rose's arm which caused Rose to spill her drink all over the table. We all laughed, Rose gave Alice the evil eye, and then turned it on the rest of us.
"AGAIN, those are my brothers, gross!" Alice covered her ears as Rose opened her mouth to speak.
"You owe me another Cosmo and so what if that is your brothers? I'm your best friend and you should want to know that I'm satisfied in the bedroom, don't you?"
Alice shook her head throughout the entire time Rose spoke to her and then began to chant, "Lalalalalalalalalalal." We all laughed at her.
"Well, I, for one want to know because I saw him change that year we all went to Florida for summer vacation and he was huge then, so spill sister." Alice jumped up from the table and I left to go after her. I didn't want to hear any more than I already had. I mean if I ever saw him face to face again I would never be able to look him in the eye after hearing detailed descriptions of his junk. I would just want to stare at it and that is not cool to do at all.
When we arrived back at the table Rose was telling Tanya about this new shoes store over on 8th avenue that just opened up. Obviously a safe enough topic so Alice and I stayed at the table. Several minutes later a man tapped me on the shoulder and asked if I would like to dance. I blushed and then politely turned him down. He smiled and walked away like a gentleman should have. The table erupted in symphony of protests. Loudest of which was Kate, "Bella? What the fuck? Why didn't you dance with him?" I held up my left hand and flashed my ring to remind her. She obviously needed something stronger than that reminder because she continued to yell at me. "So? You know that fucker you got at home needs something to be jealous over, someone to show him what a beautiful woman you are, that you deserve so much more than he is giving you!"
"Kate, keep your voice down. My God, I am married and I can't dance with a stranger like I'm not. End of discussion," I seethed.
"No, it's not. When will you realize that you are drowning here? He is slowly killing you, the fire is gone from your eyes, you are a shell?" She grabbed my shoulders and gave me a light shake. "You have got to get out before he kills you all together and I don't mean physically, I mean emotionally. Come on Bella, just think about it." Her eyes turned soft and tears glimmered in the corners as she tried to convince me. I understood her words but I just wasn't ready yet, I was too scared.
"Bella, Kate's right, you've got to get out before it's too late. I had to make that hard choice with Royce and it almost killed me but look at what I have now with Emmett. It can turn out so much better for you if you just try." I narrowed my eyes at Kate. She obviously had spilled way more of my secrets to the other girls than I ever thought.
Kate held her hands up in surrender. "Don't be angry at me, they see me angry and they ask what is wrong. I can't help that your deadbeat husband is the cause of my hurt and anger too."
"Think about it Bella. Do a trial separation and see what happens. Maybe Jake will realize what he is doing and make it all better. I mean, what do you have to lose? You aren't enjoying life now are you?" Rose asked. I shook my head. I knew I couldn't lie to any of these girls, ever, they always saw right through me.
"I'll think about it." I sighed.
One month later I was moving my shit into a small studio right around the corner from Kate's restaurant and apartment. I was scared to death and thrilled all at the same time. Scared because I was almost forty and I was on my own, I had never been on my own. Thrilled because I was on my own, I had never been on my own, never. The girls all brought me things to help furnish my studio. I went and bought a few things and I made it my own space. I didn't tell Jake where it was. I never hooked up a phone, he would just have to call me on my cell. I wanted to see just how well he did without me during our trial separation. Could he go on like it was no big deal or would he flounder and need me. I waited.
It took time before I started to go out more and enjoy my freedom. I still had my mind set that I was married and it sort of felt wrong, even though I loved depending on myself and knowing I could make it alone. I felt free from that fact alone. I was strong enough to do this. That was always a doubt of mine. Jake had a way of giving me a compliment but tearing me down at the same time. He kept me in the lurch of never knowing if he was proud of me or saddened by the fact that I couldn't be more. Of course the daily emails from my mystery man helped as well.
I finally worked up to the point where I emailed him back as well. We chatted about our day, what was going on in our lives and so on. Books, music, movies, art, you name it and we talked about it. Jake cared for none of those topics unless it made him look smarter in front of one of his bosses, so it was refreshing to have someone to talk to about these things with me. It was also nice to have a person that didn't know about my relationship status either.
I mean how many times can you answer the question, 'How are you really?' in a day before you scream bloody murder? Masen never asked me how I was, well not in that sense anyway. It wasn't human skin to skin contact but it was almost as good. Right now it was the thing that was got me through this. Well that and Kate's pecan pie.
March 15th. I will never forget the day. I went to work like normal but the laptop there died on me. I knew it was coming, I could see the signs. So I rushed to Office Depot and bought a new one. All the bells and whistles, it was shiny and new and I loved it. On my way back to the office I stopped by our house and wanted to grab a few disks to install some of my favorite programs on my new laptop. I paused when I saw Jake's car in the driveway. Part of me was thrilled to see him for a few minutes, maybe gauge his feelings about me now that we had been separated for a while. The other part just knew this was not good. Not good at all.
I opened the door and stepped in quietly. I kicked off my heels and walked through the downstairs listening for any sounds or signs of life. Nothing.
So I made my way upstairs.
At the landing I heard it.
Grunting, groaning and smacking. I pushed our bedroom door open enough to see in and almost lost my lunch. Jake, Leah and Paul were all fucking each other on our bed, my bed. Each person was pushed into the other and there is no telling how long this had gone on without my knowledge. No wonder Jake could have cared less about me all that time I lived here, he had two other people to shower his affection on. Now I just felt sick to see my worst fears before my eyes.
I gasped and all three heads turned to me. Three sets of eyes watched me. One had the sense to look embarrassed but the other two looked triumphant. Jake and Leah looked satisfied, freed almost. Paul at least had the decency to look horrified, maybe because he had his dick pushed into Jake's ass while I stood and watched. I stepped back and turned. Jake untangled himself from Leah and Paul, he stopped to grab a towel off of the floor, and tried to follow me.
I rushed down the stairs, unfortunately he followed. He began to explain. "Bells, wait. I'm sorry. I never meant for you to find out this way, I swear it. I didn't." I swung around to him and slapped him in the face.
"So how was I supposed to find out Jake?" I seethed.
"I don't know. I'll admit I was relieved when you asked for a separation. I didn't know how to do it and then you came to me to ask. I waited to see how you felt to see if you liked it and maybe would file for divorce from me. I wanted to spare you, I know that sounds weak and pathetic but after all of these years together I do love and care about you."
"Don't you fucking say that, never say that to me. This is not you caring about me, if you did then you would have come clean with this when you first started to feel something for her, for him, for… them? I mean really, Jake, a three some and with a man? I don't even fucking know you anymore; I wonder now if I ever did." He stepped forward and I stopped him with my hands.
"Bells, look that was just something new that Leah wanted to try. I was doing it to make her happy. I'm sorry that you had to see that. I'm sorry, really I am."
I took the opportunity to unload all those years of bullshit on to him this time. "You're sorry. If you were sorry, you would have spared me way back when you realized that you didn't love me anymore. Now? Now this is you being a self-serving asshole who wants his cake and to eat it too. Fuck you Jake, expect a call from my lawyer." I turned and marched into the office and grabbed the disks that I needed. When I walked past the stairs Leah was coming down in a t-shirt and her non-existent panties. She had her hand on Jake's chest and he leaned his head against her shoulder. It was the picture of a perfect couple giving each other support. I pulled out my phone and snapped a picture of that shit for my lawyer then I marched my happy little ass out of the house and slammed the door.
Somehow or another I made it back to the office, closed it up and went straight to Kate's restaurant. I hoped she could serve alcohol there. I had never needed to drink before since I usually only ate there during lunch time there but today I needed the escape.
Ten minutes after my arrival I had a table near the kitchen, and Rose, Alice and Tanya all sat listening to me pour my heart out while Kate poured the wine. They gasped and cried with me. When my story was done and I had emailed the picture to my lawyer, I was whisked away upstairs to Kate's apartment and they put me to bed. Funny thing is that during the time that I waited for sleep to catch up to me, the worst part of my day was the fact that I didn't get to read Masen's email to me for today. My life is so fucking sad.
Life carried on, I guess I should have been surprised but deep down inside I really worried about something like this being the real answer. I did, I was just too stupid to admit it or ask about it.
My lawyer arranged to have Jake away from the house for the weekend so I could move all of my stuff and he drew up documents to dissolve our marriage. Jake gave me a large settlement and I just waited for the final paperwork to arrive to tell me that I was single again.
The next morning when I opened my email there sat two emails from Masen. What it contained shocked the shit out of me.
Dearest Isabella,
I wanted to know if we could meet each other in person now. Don't ask me how I know but I am aware of the situation with Jacob. I have held off as long as I could. All the emails, the getting to know you only makes me want to get to know you face to face. To look into your beautiful eyes and to watch your mouth as you talk, to hold you, to make you see that you are the picture of perfection. Jake was an idiot and an asshole, you deserve better. Let me be that for you, please. I know this seems out of the blue but trust me I have not been able to get you off of my mind since the first time I saw you. Please call me soon, 304-755-9137, so we can get together in person. I swear you won't regret it!
Yours,
Masen
I shut the laptop and dialed Kate. When she answered I cut off the normal pleasant greeting that she used at the restaurant and shouted at her. "What the fuck is going on? Who is Masen and why does he want to meet with me now? I'm married Kate for crying out fucking loud."
"First of all Bella, you are not married you are in the middle of a divorce and second of all you should know who he is by now, haven't you been emailing him for a while now? You told me yourself that he is safe, so go for it. You need this, you deserve this. Go out, fuck him and then move on if you want. I'm not saying you have to get into anything serious, just let yourself live and stop punishing yourself for something you had no part in." Her voice pleaded with me over the phone.
"I'll think about it." I hung up, no goodbye, no nothing. I couldn't believe she actually advised me to do this. Wait, hell yes I could she has wanted to me to leave Jake for a long time ago. I guess now she really had some valid points that I couldn't ignore.
I opened my email again and hit reply.
Dear Masen,
First of all let me say thank you for the kind words you send me each day. I can't tell you how much they have meant to me, some days they are all I have. I guess there is no point in hiding my life from you since you appear to already know about it. Yes, Jacob and I are getting a divorce, it is almost finalized in fact. So while this leaves me single, I just don't know if I am ready to open up again just yet. I think it might be time to work on me, hell, find out who I am first before I know if I can be a good partner to someone else. (Not that you are asking me to jump into a serious committed relationship right now!) I understand your dilemma, I look forward to our daily email chats as well but I think it is too soon to meet face to face. I hope you understand, you are welcome to continue to email me, if you'd like. If not then I understand.
Sincerely,
Bella
I sent it off and waited for his reply. It came almost immediately.
Dear Isabella,
Of course I understand and never wanted to push you. I will be honest, I wasn't ready to jump into a serious committed relationship but hoped that eventually it would become that. So I see your point. By all means, please go and find yourself. When you are done I will be here waiting for you. I will chat with you tomorrow, please take care of yourself till then.
Sincerely,
Masen
I swooned, how could I have been so lucky to end up being stalked by a man like this. There had to be a catch. Somewhere or another there was a catch to this. I knew it.
The next morning I heard a knocking on my door as I attempted to fix my hair for work. I wrapped my bath robe tighter around my body and went to answer it. It was a delivery man, holding a small package. I opened the door and he asked, "Ms. Swan?" I nodded and he handed me the package and then thrusted his clipboard in front of me to sign. I did and offered him a tip. "Oh no, ma'am, it has already been paid." I dumbly nodded again and closed the door.
I ripped the seal off of the package and several pieces of paper fell out into my hand. One was a gift certificate to the spa, all expenses paid, I decided whatever I had done, didn't matter, it was completely paid, for day at the spa. The other was a ticket for the theater. I had mentioned several times to Masen that I wanted to go to the theater and Jake would never go. He always had some excuse as to why he didn't want to go or reasons why he couldn't go. Now I could go, alone, but at least I could go. The last piece was a note from Masen as he explained.
My dearest, Isabella,
I wanted to help you begin your journey to find yourself. Please pamper yourself at the spa and then by all means enjoy the theater. This is the last time you will go by yourself, at least if I have something to say about it. Next time I hope to be with you holding your hand. Showing you off for the world to envy me, because I would be the one on your arm. Enjoy yourself, Isabella, I can't wait to see you all dressed up.
Sincerely,
Masen
I showed the note to Kate and all the girls. They all ooh'd and aaah'd over it. Each of them encouraged me to continue with things as they were. I had already decided that I would, for as long as Masen would put up with me, I would hold on to him. It was selfish I knew, but he had seemed okay with the arrangement so I would be as well.
The next morning I received my usual email from Masen. He asked about my spa day and how my night had gone. I gushed and talked about everything under the sun. I explained every single detail of my day, all the fun we'd had while I had gotten dressed at Kate's house, the dress that I wore and the heels that had made me feel sexy. I also told him about the theater and how I had been amazed I had been there. I even admitted that several times during the evening I had missed him beside me. That had felt so funny to say since I had no idea who he was or how I could miss him, but I did. I had lost count on the amount of words I'd sent but it had been a lot. His response had blown me away.
Dear, Isabella,
You looked amazing last night, I had loved seeing that smile across your face, and yes I do have to say that I agreed with your assessment of your outfit. The dress fit you perfectly and the shoes should have made you feel sexy because you had certainly looked sexy. I'm glad you enjoyed yourself! I enjoyed myself as well. It just makes my promise to never let you go by yourself again that much stronger after seeing you last night and knowing how much you had enjoyed yourself. I'm glad to be the one who made you feel that way.
Sincerely,
Masen
I wanted to email him back and ask a million questions but as always, this would be the day I would be busy. By the time I was finished with all the work on my desk it was time to go home. I decided to wait and see what happened tomorrow and how he would act in his daily email.
The next morning was the exact same routine, a delivery guy, a package and an already paid tip. I slammed the door in the guys face as soon as my hand left the pen because I was in such a hurry to see what he had sent me this time.
It was a ticket to an outdoor music festival for this Friday, Saturday and Sunday, three different gift cards for three different places to eat dinner and a new coat, 'to keep you warm while you enjoy the music' per his card this time.
We had continued to email back and forth all week and I pumped him for information in a sly way. I had asked who he liked on the playlist and what songs he was looking forward to hearing. I had tried to gather ways to be able to see if I could find him in the crowd. Because after the theater I knew that he would be there watching me. I was so curious and worked up to know that he would be watching me from afar and I had no idea who he was.
And like last time we chatted afterwards, we compared notes and which parts we loved. I unfortunately hadn't seen anyone that I thought would be him.
Each week a new package would come and each one held a new adventure for me to go on. I loved the outings but the real thrill had become knowing that Masen was watching me. I preened and dressed up for him. I bought new lingerie and sexy clothing. I wanted to be pretty for him. I was finally able to say that I knew myself a little better and I was able to admit that I had always been in there, Jake had just squashed my ability to enjoy myself. I had changed my life around to match his and he was the boring one, not me.
I met the girls for a night out again and we all compared notes on our love lives. Well their love lives and my sort of love life. All the girls agreed that it was finally time to meet Masen face to face. I wanted to but I was so scared that the special relationship I had developed with him would fade or change when he was able to see the real me. I just wanted to feel special for a little while longer. Since my divorce was now final, I wanted to take it one step further. I needed to talk to Masen.
I had selfishly admitted this to him in the next email. He had responded that he had seen the real me, that I just hadn't known that he had. He wasn't scared at all but he would leave the decision up to me.
I pondered it for almost a week and when it became too big to keep inside any longer, I emailed and begged him to call me. I had to talk to him on the phone. Maybe that would be a close enough step for us both to be happy.
So that became our new routine. We talked all the time, and even texted. He would still send me out occasionally and he still watched me, then we would talk about it the next day.
"Isabella, I almost broke my silence last night, what were you thinking wearing that blue dress? I told you how it makes you look, if I didn't know any better, I would think you were trying to break me down. Were you?" His silky voice asked.
"Maybe," I replied. He loved it when I got a little sassy and a little flirty.
"Wear that dress again and I will approach you, baby. You can count on that." I loved when he called me baby and I certainly loved it when his voice took on that husky, turned on tone.
Several times in the past our conversations had turned sexual in nature. He had asked about my experiences with Jake and I had explained. He assured me that as soon as I was ready he would remedy all the problems that I'd had in the past. I believed every single word he said and admitted that several times I had pulled out old Bob to help me out after our conversations. Especially when he had told me what he wanted to do to me. I just couldn't resist him any longer.
I had to plan out how I would force his hand to come to me, since he knew who I was and not the other way around. I was given the opportunity to do just that when he sent me a ticket to an art gallery for a show. It was a local photographer who specialized in landscapes. I was so excited and knew exactly what I wanted to wear.
I shopped for brand new dark blue lingerie, I knew this was Masen's favorite color on me, and went to get my hair, makeup and nails done. I also stopped by to get a wax as well. I figured I might as well cover all of the bases just in case tonight turned out as well as I hoped for it to. I wore the blue dress and prayed for the best.
I mingled around and felt on edge the whole time. I tried to settle my body down enough to actually appreciate the art that hung on the walls of the gallery but it was useless. I was too keyed up to even concentrate at all.
So keyed up that the simple vibration of my cell phone in my purse made me jump when it went off. I pulled it out and realized it was a text. I smiled as I saw the name of the sender, Masen. I opened it immediately.
You naughty girl, I told you about that blue dress didn't I?
I typed out my response.
Yes, you did, perhaps that is what I want.
His answer came at an inhuman rate.
Are you sure?
Mine was sent with the same amount of haste.
YES!
His next response shocked me all the more than the speed.
Meet me in 20 minutes at the hotel down the street. Ask for Masen and they will direct you to my room. I don't want to have our first meeting in a public place, is that okay?
I didn't bother to send a response, I just nodded and moved towards the back door of the gallery so that he could leave without my notice. I would follow him anywhere now that I knew him, the real him. Without the pretense of visuals to get in our way.
I waited about fifteen minutes and stepped outside. I called Kate. "Hey girl, I just agreed to meet him. He doesn't want to meet in person in public, is that scary?" I had shown Kate, Rose and Alice all of his emails, notes, texts and relayed the phone calls to them. I wanted them to know him almost as well as I did. So she certainly had plenty of info to go on after I asked her my question.
"Well, normally I would say hell yes, but after all I have seen then I say no. Go and meet him, just text me in about thirty minutes to let me know that you are okay, you got me?" Her voice held a small amount of hesitation but not enough to stop me.
"I'm meeting him at the Oakwood Motel down the street from the Westside Gallery, so if I don't text you in a little while to let you know I'm okay then come and get me, okay?" I bit the side of my lip as I explained. I knew that this situation sounded as crazy as they come but I couldn't not go. I mean he was the only man who had paid me any attention. He made me feel special, intelligent and sexy all without ever having laid his hands on me and that is hard to do. He speaks to me, not to get into my pants, but to hear what I have to say. We talk and that is more important than the physical aspect of it all. I had learned that for sure after that sham of a marriage I'd had with Jake. I missed the talks the most and I missed him paying attention to me. However, not the sex part so much. Yeah that was a blow to my ego but I could have lived with that part as long as he would have paid my mind some attention. But he didn't." I said all of this while I stood in the elevator up to his suite. I adjusted and elevated the girls, I fluffed my hair and made sure I didn't have lipstick on my teeth.
Kate droned on in the background as I tried to make sure that I looked my best. I knew that it was ridiculous based on the fact that Masen had seen me more times than I knew of, I was sure. I was certain that he had watched me at every single outing he had sent me on and probably way more than that. It made me feel sexy to know that he was watching me. I would saunter and shake my ass a little more than normal, and I would wear new sexy lingerie under my clothes. Even though I knew he couldn't see the bras and panties, it still made me feel sexier for him.
My internal and Kate's external ramblings were cut short by the ding of the elevator. "Kate, I'm here." I whisper yelled. I was suddenly scared out of my mind. All the "what if's" came into play and I worried that I just didn't know enough about him. I mean yeah, we talked and emailed but hell anyone could lie in an email or phone call. I could be walking into my death here. "Kate, I'm scared."
"I know, don't be…this could be your chance." I heard Kate say then heard some rumbling on the phone and it sounded like someone was fighting on Kate's end.
That's when Alice's voice came over the line. "Hey Bella, don't be scared. Okay? Just go for it, this could be your life changing moment." Her voice sounded sure but I wasn't totally convinced. I didn't want to get hurt and well, murdered either for that fact.
"I don't know, Alice, maybe this is too soon."
"Bella, listen to me. I know who Masen is, and before you even ask, no I will not tell you, but I do know that he is trustworthy and cares as much for you as you care for him. So, go, have fun and call us in the morning."
"He's trustworthy?" I asked.
"Very, I'd trust him with my life." Alice answered.
"How well do you know him?"
"Bella!" Alice shrieked before I could even finish my question.
"Okay, fine. Here goes nothing. I'll call you in the morning." I hung up and slipped the phone in my small handbag. I walked the five steps it took to make it to the door of the suite and knocked. This floor only held two suites so we had a fair amount of privacy but it still embarrassed me to be here, knocking on the door like a call girl. I almost turned away again but heard footsteps as they neared the door.
When the door opened the suite was darkened, only the lights of the city provided the illumination. Masen stood behind the door and was mostly hidden from me. I could see that he wore a suit, a black suit with a white shirt. His tie was loosened but still hung around his neck. His head was turned so I could see a partial profile and a mass of dark crazy hair. It looked soft and called to my hands.
Masen's head turned as he closed the door and I immediately recognized Alice's brother Edward. I gasped and covered my mouth with my hand.
"So, I see you recognize me, are you disappointed?" his smooth, silky voice asked.
"That depends on if you have shown me the real you this whole time, or if you have played a person you've thought I would like," I answered.
My mind swirled with so many things and questions. Had Alice known all along? Had she played me along to help entrap me? How had Masen, I mean, Edward known all the stuff he knew about me? Was he really interested in me or just think I was a sad lonely woman he thought he could seduce?
"Did you really mean all those things you said?" I whispered. My mind pleaded for him to say yes even if it was a lie, but my heart begged for the truth so that I could walk away before I was in too deep if he hadn't meant them.
"Yes, Bella, more than you ever know. It has killed me to watch you suffer all these months and not be able to go to you and help you. So I helped the only way I thought I could. Every word I said was the absolute truth. I swear it." His chin was set and I could tell by the fierce look in his eyes that he was telling me the truth, now and then.
"How?" I wasn't really sure what I was asking, I only hoped that he knew.
"I've heard Alice talk about you for several years. I'd seen you guys out one afternoon and I was dumbstruck, you were so…are so—" His words froze and his eyes glanced up at mine. There was so much emotion swimming in them causing me to believe every single word his beautiful mouth spun for me. I could see his honesty written all over him. It was present in his eyes, his body and even his hands. He'd meant everything he'd said. He took a deep breath and let it out before he finally finished what he'd started to say before. "Beautiful. I wanted to ask Alice about you but I had heard her say that you were so unhappy with Jacob." I cringed when I thought of his name. "So I decided to show you that you were worth more to me than anything he had ever given you." His hand dropped to his sides and he shrugged his shoulders. "I just wanted you to know that someone thought that you were worth more, for you, for yourself esteem. If more became of that then great. If not then I would be happy with the fact that I had helped you." He stepped forward and stood directly in front of me. His hands reached for my hips and pulled me slightly closer to him. I could smell his cologne and wanted to bury my face into his chest. His body heat pulled me closer as well. He was a mystery wrapped up and hand delivered to me. "Then I saw you fall apart and come back together, I saw you change after my emails. I saw your confidence come back, the way you walked, it all changed. I was so proud of you." He placed a sweet kiss on my forehead. "Then I picked up the phone and heard your voice. You spoke to me and I was over the moon. I really got to know you then. I saw the kind caring person that Jacob pushed aside. I hated him, Bella, I wanted to kick his ass and hurt him as much as he hurt you." His fists tightened on my hips in anger and frustration. "I was never more happy though, because I felt like I had you in my life. I had my chance. I could really prove to you how much you deserved love." He tilted my chin so that we looked directly into each other's eyes. "And I do love you, Bella, I will for every single day of my life, I swear it." He leaned down to kiss me.
I wanted to pull away, my brain screamed that I should. This was the first time I had technically met Masen, I mean Edward. But I couldn't. I wanted him, all his sweet, hot and sometimes dirty words he said to me. I wanted all of him. Right the fuck now! So instead I leaned into him and wrapped my hands around his neck to pull him to me faster. Edward didn't need any further encouragement.
Kiss by kiss, we each shed our clothes. Our hands touched and familiarized ourselves with each other. His warm skin set mine on fire as he ran his hands over my body. And there is no description accurate enough to describe what it felt like for him to kiss my body. I was in pure heaven.
Edward's mouth kissed and sucked on my nipples until they were both hard peaks that begged for something more aggressive. As if he read my mind his hands flew to them and pulled the peaks as he gave them a slight twist. My back arched and I moaned at the intense sensation that he caused.
"You look like that angel?" His voice was distorted by the fact that he still held my flesh between his teeth as he mumbled to me.
"Oh God, yes!" I panted as he dropped my nipples and began to rub my skin along my hip bones. He positioned my feet flat on the bed and began to move lower along my body. His sweet breaths caused goose bumps as he spoke on his descent.
"You are so beautiful, never doubt that."
I nodded because clear thought patterns simply were not possible. I could only feel the sensations.
His mouth lowered to my body and kissed directly over my clit. I could feel the small amount of moisture that his mouth held as he kissed me. Anything that was Edward's set me to buzzing, like he contained a small amount of electricity that he released into me each time we touched. Either way I loved his touches. I wanted more, apparently so did my body because it involuntarily flexed up to meet his mouth. His tongue dove in and licked across the moisture that his attention had caused to collect.
"Fuck, yes, you taste so good." I felt more rush out of me at his words. I was not used to this amount of attention, usually it was get on, do your business, and get off. Not much fore-play and not much in the way of making sure I was taken care of. This was all new to me. "You like, baby? You like it when I talk dirty to you?" I moaned and hoped that it was a good enough answer. I wasn't sure that I could say the words he wanted, it would take time to get used to the new ability to suggest things that I did or didn't like here with him. "Tell me." His voice pleaded; apparently he liked to hear me as much as I liked to hear him. I guessed now was as good a time as any to begin my learning process.
"Yes, so much, tell me." I rambled and used his exact words but it didn't matter, I was too caught up in the sensations that his tongue was causing to worry about it now. Later might be a different situation though. Later I would worry about what this meant for us and how to proceed but for now what he gave me was enough. I needed to feel and for once have someone take care of me. I needed the things that Jacob withheld from me and if it made me a selfish person to want that now from Edward then fine I was selfish. He didn't seem to mind giving it to me so I didn't mind taking it from him.
Edward shifted my legs and pulled them closer to him, so I dropped one down onto his shoulder. I wanted to feel the skin to skin contact. Again, I was selfish that way.
The movement must have encouraged Edward because he chose that moment to slip one of his long fingers inside of me. He obviously enjoyed the two of us together by the sounds of his moans. I had to say that I enjoyed the moans as much as the actions of his tongue and hands. The moans vibrated across my skin and set my body afire. I pushed my body against his face and he merely laughed against my skin and twisted his fingers inside of me to massage.
Jacob was a decent lover but never had he taken this amount of time on me. He gave what he got and only when he got it, never did he take the time to just give me pleasure. So to know that Edward was only concerned with me right now sent me as high as his actual actions.
Soon the flames became a full-fledged fire and the fire engulfed me completely. I fell apart and enjoyed the sensations of Edward's mouth coaxing me towards another orgasm, slowly and sensually. His pressure was soft and sweet, but exactly what I needed. Before I fell off the ledge for a second time, Edward pulled away from me. He looked so sexy as he wiped his face off and smirked at me.
"Come here, baby, let me make love to you." I wondered if it was possible to have another orgasm from his words alone, because if so I was certainly going to do it. Edward pulled us to the center of the bed and then covered my body with his. The intensity in his eyes almost scared me but his sweet touches balanced it out. "I want to give you the world, to show you how important you are to me." He leaned down and kissed my lips. "To make you feel loved and special." His mouth covered mine before I could respond as his tongue danced in perfect harmony with mine.
I wanted it. I wanted anything he had to offer and more. I was all in with him. I knew that we wouldn't be perfect together right away, there would be a learning curve and points in time when we would piss each other off, but I wanted that. I needed that, I needed to know that someone loved me more than anything or anyone else in this world. Wasn't that what everyone wants?
As our mouths moved with each other our bodies began to join in. Soon we touched from the tips of our toes all the way up to our conjoined lips. It was perfection. We were perfect together.
Edward slid into me and I guess we probably should have talked about birth control but at this moment I didn't care. I was on the shot and was only with Jacob, so I knew I was clean. However, it worried me for a split second about the fact that Jacob had obviously been fooling around on me. So maybe I wasn't all that sure now. Then I remembered that he told me that his affair with Leah had begun a few weeks after I had left. My mind cleared and wondered why in the hell I thought about Jacob at all when Edward was here with me, making love to me.
"You okay?" His voice sounded concerned and I worried that I was more distant than I meant to be with my internal ramblings.
"Yeah, I'm perfect, I had a split second of doubt but not about us or what we are doing. I worried about Jacob and his affairs and if that meant he had given me anything." His body continued to push into mine but slowed a little. Great, I have him worried about it and now he won't want to finish.
"Stop worrying about him, let's focus on us now, okay? He means nothing, not after the way he treated you." Edward's forearms came to rest beside my shoulders and his long arms fold up to caress each side of my face. He had wrapped me in a cocoon made of his body and I loved it. I nodded at him and he kissed me sweetly before he began to move again.
Our eyes connected and the intensity was there again. I could see that this was real to him and he felt all the things he said to me. I felt them as well and finally began to feel hope again that I might actually find what I have been searching for. What I had lived for years without…love, true soul deep love.
I gave myself over to the feeling and pulled him deeper into my body with my feet pressing against his sexy ass. "There she is, that's my girl, now she's ready for me." His hips began to move deeper, harder with a slight twist when he pushed all the way inside of me. After the first two orgasms he had given me it was hard not to immediately be there again. His lips kissed mine and I pulled his face closer as well. I just couldn't get close enough to him. "You feel this? Feel us?" he asked as he released my mouth.
"Yes, perfection."
He nodded at me. Then with a slight shift of my leg and his hips he found that spot inside of me that had never been touched before. And I knew it immediately, he knew it as well. We could both feel the massive fluttering that this one touch had caused. His face lit up and he began to aim for that spot with each push. I could only drop my head back down onto the bed and allow my eyes roll back into my head.
"Let it go, angel, just feel, not think." His hand wrapped around my neck and held me up so I could watch us just as he did. "Oh, God, you are so beautiful." I was sure I was a wreck. That my hair was sweaty and my face was flushed but for whatever reason I totally believed it when he said it to me.
"You, you make me beautiful, I want to be beautiful for you." I kissed his mouth and only released it when we both needed oxygen.
"Every day of forever, I want to make you feel that way. Stay with me, Bella, tonight and then we will take each day one at a time. But I first I want you to know, I want it all with you." His words and his hips all combined at the right moment and I shattered in his arms. I could feel the fireworks, I saw the stars and most importantly I felt his love. And I wanted to return that love to him. I wanted everything he said with him.
"I love you," I gasped as I said it but it was really how I felt at that exact moment.
"I love you too, I was too afraid to say it first. I didn't want to scare you." I kissed his lips. "I have for so long, crazy huh?" I shook my head no at him because if I were honest with myself then I would have admitted that I had been in love with him for awhile as well. "Take a shower with me?" He asked but I was confused.
"Wait, don't you want to finish, I mean…you know?" I half stumbled with my words.
"Oh, I did, sweetheart, it was just in the middle of your finish and I don't think you would have known if an atom bomb had gone off right then. Trust me, I am more than happy and finished." He smirked as he pushed some hair off of my face and shoulder.
We made it to the shower but not without a few trips and almost falls along the way. My legs were definitely not ready for long distance travel so I needed Edward's help and he gladly gave it. In the shower I brought up the question that had entered my mind as soon as I knew exactly who he was.
"So, how did you know all of things about me? I mean, did you pump Alice for info?" It was an innocent question but his face appears panicked.
"No, I never asked her for anything, I swear." I leaned up and kissed him to settle his nerves. He looked much more relaxed when I pulled away. "I was in my dad's office looking for a book when Alice stopped by the door. She was on her phone with Kate. They talked about you and Jacob, in great detail." He chuckled. "A few nights later was when I met you in the pub having drinks with the girls. I knew then that I wanted to get to know you and hopefully show you how much you deserved." I couldn't help but smile at his sweet words. "I listened in every chance I got to Alice's phone calls and even snuck onto her laptop one day when she left it opened on the kitchen table. I got your email from her and went from there. She never knew it was me, at least not until a week ago." I shifted against him and he wrapped his arms around me. "She saw me outside of the gallery, we talked about the showing and then she brought up the music festival and she asked me how I liked it. As soon as I said how much I enjoyed Garrett Davies, she flipped out. She began to shriek and went on and on about how had she spoken with you and you had said the exact same thing. She then came right out and asked me if it was me. So, I told her, but I swore her to secrecy and I have to say that it has been the only time in her life when Alice Cullen has ever kept a secret." He kissed my nose. I could see the honesty and love that shone in his eyes, combined with all the time and effort he had taken on me, I had no choice but to be happy with how it had turned out. I guess it was one of those things that Alice says was meant to be.
Two years later
Alice, Rose and Kate all wanted to go out for a ladies night. It was strange because each and every one of them had been very wrapped up in their own relationships lately. But I had missed each of them so I agreed. Edward had told me that it would be fine, that he would plan a boy's night in so he wouldn't be lonely. He said that he would order pizza and play poker with his boys.
Alice and Rose dressed me up and off we went to our normal pub. We had a great time and the drinks had flowed. But the moment I had seen Edward all of that stopped. In fact time had stood still—ala the movies. He looked amazing, he had on dark washed jeans and a beige sweater. His hair was the appropriate amount of sexed up and his scruff was definitely lickable. It all worked together to render me speechless. He walked right up to the table and dropped to his right knee. Alice, Rose and Kate all began to do the I-don't-want-to-cry hand wave and began to hug each other. I focused on Edward.
"Bella, these last two years with you have been indescribable. I have loved every minute of it and each day you show me a way to love you more. I want to give you the world and enjoy it all with you. Would you do me the extraordinary honor of marrying me?"
I only had one answer. "Yes."
When all my hope was gone, this man gave it back to me. He took the mess that was my life and made sense of it for me. He gave me my confidence, my happiness and the love of my life. How could I say anything but yes?
The End
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