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28/08/2013
Disembarking my way from office towards home was stressful, especially knowing that bills were piling up on that little table at home, sitting there, waiting for me to face my financial troubles.
Despite so, I wrapped myself tighter in my coat and scarf as I walked the blocks from work to home.
I checked the mail box to see if there was any more mail waiting for me, and it so happened that my life was ending right here.
Inside the unopened envelop I knew was my eviction notice. I haven't paid my rents for two months with similar previous history. My landlord was a decent guy, but anything to do with money he was a heartless bastard.
My shoulders slumped down as my day just got worse.
I threw my eviction into my bag and continued my way into the apartment that I will soon call ex-home.
The feeling of hunger started from the back of my stomach and growled loudly. I patted my stomach and marched on to my door.
My meals as of late had not been the most nutritious, mainly water, coffee from the office and French bread sticks which were on sale at my local bakery. I didn't dare go into the supermarkets until necessary so that I could avoid seeing sale deals which normally led to me spending more money than I budgeted
Begrudgingly I slid my key into the lock and walked into a dark and slightly cold apartment. With it being September, it wouldn't be long before the apartment was truly colder than outside once I arrived home. Not that I would be there long enough to stick out the winter.
I quickly went to my answering machine to check whether there was any news from my brother.
The red digits in the display said that I have got one voice message since I left this morning.
I reached over the buttons and pressed play.
"Hello, this is Jane calling from The Volturi. I'm hoping to speak with Isabella Swan? Please call me back in the next 24 hours on this number. Thank you." No message from brother, but a hopeful call from a potential job.
When the message ended, I was hopeful that this potential part time job would give me extra income to spend and pay my rent.
I quickly dial back through this number, and a man called Alec answered.
He told me that I was hired, and would like me to start as soon as possible so that they could train me to wait the tables and other chores as a waitress at The Volturi Italian-European restaurant which was a high end catering establishment. I agreed straight away.
Taking on this job meant that I lose several hours of sleep, but the financial aid it provided was a relief to my struggles.
Before I interviewed for this job I was reluctant on the idea seeing that I might end up less committed to my secretarial duties, but by the time I was a month behind my rent I was desperate for the money. So, with a heavy feeling on my shoulders I looked for part time jobs such as the waitressing at The Volturi and other similar establishments. By doing so I was breaking a company rule from Masen Inc. where full time employees were not allowed to seek part time work outside of company, but I was coming close to living in the streets, there was not a lot I could do other than hoping that I wouldn't bump into co-workers whilst working part time, hence why The Volturi's high end establishment was so perfect; no co-workers will be able to afford it, it was also exclusive, therefore the chances of running into colleagues were even more slim. If they happen to have booked on my nights, I was hoping that I could swap with another worker at The Volturi, which made it ever more the perfect choice to apply for.
That night after the phone call I enjoyed several slices of my French baguette with jam and was happy to stock up on some supplies from the corner shop, I foregone the bakery which I normally go for my French baguette after seven pm.
~T*S~
"Here are your ratatouille starters, sir and madam." I smiled as I placed their starter dishes onto their respective placemats.
"Your main course will be ready in about twenty minutes, if you have any problem please feel free to call me or any one of our waiters to assist in any requests. Enjoy." I tipped my head and walked swiftly into the kitchen for the next order.
It had been two months since I started waiting tables at The Volturi and already, there was spring to my steps and I felt less likely to faint any time due to malnutrition. I fed myself more regularly now that I had more cash in the bank. My rent was paid for and I was less likely to end up in the streets.
I usually spent the first half of the night waiting tables, and the other half at reception to take diners to their reserved tables.
Looking through the already seated list, I saw a few regulars who came into The Volturi almost once a week and a few customers whose name I never came across before, and one patron whose name was not on the list when I checked at the beginning of my night.
Edward Masen. Plus one (unnamed). Occupying balcony table. VIP. Last minute reservation. Seated at 6:43pm. Left premises at 7:28 pm.
Edward Masen.
The name.
The Edward Masen.
Edward Masen, my boss.
Too bad my expectations forgot to include that my boss was wealthy enough to dine as a VIP at The Volturi. His social status was more than eligible to dine at an exclusive establishment.
I was his secretary for fucks sakes! I made his appointments!
How could I have been so careless to have overlooked this. How many times have you called up to make reservations at The Volturi for him? I questioned myself frustratingly.
...
None.
That had me questioning myself.
Maybe...
This Edward Masen was not my boss, the Edward Masen?
I went through my head and thought back over the night and noticed nothing out of the ordinary. I had definitely not seen any familiar faces, or else I would have been running for the hills, hiding behind employee toilets by now to hide it out.
And surely, he would have busted me as soon as he saw me. Right?
Surely.
I would have been fired right on the spot for infidelity to the company- ish.
Fuck!
What do I do?
May be, it isn't him. You've never booked here before. If he IS a VIP he would have made you make reservations for him long before. Now calm yourself down and serve!
With that thought and a heavy feeling on my shoulders for the rest of the night, I continued my waitress job and tried very hard to conceal my concern over my better pay full time secretary job which also came with my very own eye candy boss, Edward Masen.
~T*S~
The next day at the office my boss was not there.
He was at a conference meeting outside of the states for the week and a half.
He never mentioned a word until I received the email on that morning which he informed me of his own schedule.
Fuck! Swan, when did you start to suck so bad at your secretary duties to allow your own boss to see fit to organise his own time?
~T*S~
For the next week, I had managed to mess up two important documents and leaked one of the confidential files into the company's file system.
My boss was not happy.
From: EMasen
To: ISwan
Subject: EXPLAIN
Miss Swan,
Please EXPLAIN to me, as to why I find one of the most confidential file of the year available in the company's main domain?
* / *
From: ISwan
To: EMasen
Subject: Re:EXPLAIN
Mr Masen,
There is no excuse to my appalling performance. It is a careless mistake.
IT department manager, Mike Newton has already taken the file back from the general reach of the rest of the company. There has been no recorded downloads of the file. All company IT accounts has been given a sweep over, and there has not been a single download detected.
I am sorry Mr Masen.
* / *
From: EMasen
To: ISwan
Subject: Risk
Miss Swan,
You are on thin ice. I have noticed recently that your performance has indeed been appalling.
I expect better things than that from you.
If there is anything wrong, do not hesitate to contact the employee counsellor.
* / *
Well my boss thought I was turning into a nut case.
At least I wasn't fired yet.
Fuck!
May be I really shouldn't have taken on the job at The Volturi.
~T*S~
On the night before my boss was due back at work, as usual, I waited tables at The Volturi.
Business was slow and the atmosphere was clam.
But that was the calm before the storm.
Low and behold, Mr Edward Masen sat in his VIP reserved balcony seat and I delivered him his starter.
I was too concentrated on carrying food up flights of stairs that I paid minimum attention to all other details.
Patron identity included.
"Here's your risotto al Barolo...Sir." I was stunned for a minute as I recognised his face for the first time that evening and his plate of food was frozen in mid air.
"Miss Swan." He nodded his head. Then his eyes went from the frozen plate in mid air up my arms into my eyes, back to the plate onto the table, indicating that I should set down his food.
Fuck!
I quickly set the food down, told him to call if needs be, bobbed my head without the usual dignity of nodding the head and scrambled my way down the stairs.
The Volturi suddenly seemed liked it was on fire. Everywhere I go seemed to be burning and caused the feeling of unease to flutter up my chest, making me pace all over the place, trying to find a spot where I could shelter from the inferno burning inside and somewhat flames from the outside in the form of Edward Masen's following eyes.
I checked the reservation list as soon as I was manning the reception area. I wondered who he had making his reservations because he surely didn't ask me, even though he directed me into making a few reservations for the following week.
And there again, it says last minute reservation.
It said:
Edward Masen. Table for one. Occupying balcony table. VIP. Last minute reservation. Seated at 7:28pm. Left premises...
The last part has yet to be filled in as he was still fucking in the building.
Scaring the flying shit out of me.
Edward Masen had paid for his bill half an hour after he finished his main, but remained in his VIP balcony seat well into eleven o'clock. Until he left, he was one of the only few along with a couple occupying a normal floor table in the premises.
Every time I directed people to their seats from the reception I felt glaring eyes on me and I didn't dare check into the balcony range.
The Volturi was no perfect choice. It was fucking hell.
~T*S~
The next day at the office was calm.
Everyone was either smiling as usual or miserable as hell as normal.
Mr Masen was in and out of the boardroom constantly, catching up what he missed due to his business trip outside of the states.
He nodded his head and greeted me as usual when he first spotted me in the office.
Everything seemed extraordinarily normal.
It was like everything that should have been green was green, everything that should have been blue was blue and everything that should have been red was red.
But that was wrong!
Everything green should have been green, everything blue should have been blue, but everything red was a burning inferno like at The Volturi.
I've broken company rules, but Mr Masen had not called me into his office first thing to call me out on it. He clearly knew who I was when I was waiting the tables. He called me by my name!
I was immensely confused by his behaviour. As far as I knew, he didn't have a generous personality towards his workers. Everything and everyone have to be perfect without committing a single thing out of line. It annoyed him greatly once when I dropped three sugar cubes in his coffee instead of his usual two.
Ever since that day he had his coffee black. Every single morning.
Whilst the world seemed to be spinning on its right axis that day, my fingers constantly scrambled across the keyboard, allowing me to concentrate on work and the phone was ringing off the hook since word has got out that Mr Masen was back in town.
Home time came too soon and I spent a further half an hour at the office trying to tie everything together before I left for the day and then head for The Volturi.
My timing was tight and I was left with just under an hour to head home and change and rush for The Volturi's as I was wrapping myself up in my scarf and coat.
"Miss Swan, may I have a word?" Came from my intercom machine.
There it was, the summon.
I trembled for a minute before hastily removing my scarf and coat to dump them back in the corner and make my way into his office.
Mr Masen's office was big and it took me a few extra steps in order to make the way from the door to directly in front of his desk.
He stared at me mercilessly.
I sucked in my bottom lip hoping to stop it from shivering under his burning gaze.
"When are you preparing to quit?" He went straight for the kill.
"I was hoping to prolong this possibility as long as possible sir. I need the money." I hands wringed themselves to the back of my shirt and pinched the skin underneath. I needed the physical stimulation to keep myself sane.
"Here or there?" He asked.
"Pardon me sir, what do you mean? You're not firing me?" I asked.
He pinched the bridge in his nose and looked down the table.
"Are you quitting your job here or over at Volturis?" He asked again and came back up to stare at me.
"If I have the choice, it would be to remain here as your secretary sir." I replied confidently, showing him as much fierce loyalty as possible.
"I'll give you this week to make your decision." He gestured with his hands that I was dismissed and turned his chair and thus his back on me, reading a file that rested on his lap.
I was safe, for now. I was still secretary to Mr Edward Masen.
My secretarial duty was still secure.
I made my way out as quietly as possible without the clinking of my heels; the empty office was eerily silent and echoed every one of the sounds made by my movements.
~T*S~
That night Edward Masen turned up at The Volturi again.
Table for one. Last minute reservation.
~T*S~
The next day at the office some emergency files of importance arrived for Mr Masen down at the lobby.
I went down to fetch it.
It was strange that the man gave me some funny expression as I took it out of his hands and he made me promise that it will get to Mr Masen as soon as possible and that I indeed pass the file on.
I gave a professional nod and answer before retreating back to the top floor.
The file rested on top of all other files through lunch until Mr Masen came back in the office from his lunch meeting.
I greeted him on his way in and followed him into his office with an update on his phone messages and the file.
Mr Masen gave the file a weird look but took it out of my hands nevertheless.
That was strange.
There was a look of contemplation on Mr Masen and he seemed very reluctant over taking the file.
May be he wasn't expecting it.
What if it was a bomb? I suddenly thought.
Oh my god, I should have went over to the park and have it opened first, if it was a bomb. Minimal damage. Just little old Isabella Swan sacrificed. Maybe I will have some memorial made in remembrance for my brave act.
After some internal debate I swiftly swept the thought out of my mind. That was over the top dramatic.
~T*S~
Just like yesterday, Mr Masen called me into his office just as I was wrapping up to go.
"Miss Swan I understand that you have submitted your resignation at Volturis."He stated as he gestured with a nod of his head for me to take a seat.
"Yes sir. I did that last night. I was hoping to discuss this with you once your schedule slowed down a little later on in the week. I have submitted my resignation, but they would like me to continue for the rest of the month as they need to interview candidates and train them in my place. I'm hoping that you'll grant me the permission?"
"I'll get back to you about that-" You funny bastard, what was a month of me helping there going to do? "–why did you take on the part time job?"
His sudden interest reeled me out of my thoughts.
"I needed the money." I confined in him.
"What will you do for money?" He asked.
"Honestly? As long as I don't hurt anyone and don't get into jail I'll be quite okay to do anything."
"Have sex with me." Confidence was rolling off him like waves.
I was speechless. My mind tried to formulate words and sentences whilst I was trying to figure out their meanings.
I pushed myself out of my chair and escaped the room whilst thoughts of the degrading offer were haunting my mind.
I grabbed my bag, scarf and coat out of the corner and rushed out of the building.
~T*S~
He ended up allowing me a month to finish my duties at The Volturi.
My duty to remain as his secretary was back in full force.
We never mentioned anything back to that night. But I received several phone messages from my brother.
Before the month has ended my bank account was as bare as I ever seen it.
I was in deep shit.
~T*S~
My diet changed from employee meals from The Volturi with fresh fruit and vegetables daily back to French bread sticks, without jam, with water and office coffee.
I struggled with organising Mr Masen's schedule without conflicting and compromising one or more engagement.
My mind was filled with worried thoughts and problems. Everything was not alright in my life and soon I would lose everything; my home, my life, my job, my boss and myself. My life was becoming more miserable everyday with the thinning of my waist line.
The amounts of paper cuts I endured were painful. And most of the time the papers were not even where they were supposed to be in a file.
In the months that followed, Mr Masen got more and more impatient with some of his requests.
He would explode here and there.
I was sure I would be out of job soon.
But I wasn't going to let that happen.
I stormed into his room one night once the office was empty and demanded that he state his offer.
~T*S~
The following Monday night I checked into the hotel reservation and let myself into the hotel's premium room on the top floor.
He was already waiting there. Whiskey bottle and glass in his hands
He asked if I wanted a drink and told me to take off my clothes.
Slowly, I dropped my bag on the nearby sofa and removed my coat but left my scarf on and timidly denied his offer for a drink.
"I'll be waiting in the room."
His eyes roamed up and down my body making me feel raw, especially from waist downward, even though I was very much covered.
At that same moment I spotted a bottle of Grey Goose behind his head in the bar.
He took the glass filled with whiskey through the opened door and swiftly closed the door to give me a little private time to prepare myself.
I went over to the bar and contemplated.
Once it's done, there was no going back. I stared at the vodka bottle and reached for it.
You're selling out your dignity and pride.
And somewhat my innocence, if you ask- I'll be a sinful woman as soon as the deed is done.
But you're doing this for food and money and a continual roof over your head and theirs.
It doesn't matter if you sinned. You know you'll never step out of line and you'll remain as his secretary and possibly fuck partner, nothing more nothing less.
I took a glass out of their place and poured out some liquid courage. Contemplating some more.
You're a month behind in rent again.
I gulped down some of the grey goose and allowed my bitter thoughts to come through along with the unpleasantness of the vodka.
The liquid rested in the pit of my stomach and caused my feeling of unease to go even further than it was. My stomach rumbled in shame and hunger.
Liquid courage is a no then.
I hung my head in shame as to what I was about to do next, I didn't want to, and never dreamt of doing so in a million years, but I was there and it would be irrational to back out. There are too many problems going on to allow myself the precious little thing called dignity- and class.
Last chance to back out.
Slowly, I unwrapped the scarf that was still hanging around my neck which had successfully covered me from his previous view onto the floor. I dropped it to the floor along with unbuttoning a few of the top buttons in my blouse, I also unbuttoned my sleeves so that it would make it easier for him to get straight to business once I got in there.
I removed myself from my delicate heels and tuck my hair loose from its confining bun, dropping the hair tie onto the floor right next to the empty heels. All of my stuff was discarded in relative groups and so it would make my escape a lot smoother and quicker after the night and selling my body out to the man inside the room.
Smoothing out my hair with my fingers, I closed my eyes, counted to ten and released a shaky breath.
Tentatively I moved to the door leading to the bedroom and knocked gently before twisting the knob and letting myself in. I turned around and closed the door, took one last breath and finally turned to see Edward sat waiting in a winged chair with a glass of whiskey in one of his hand.
He was fully clothed in his tailored designer suit, which designer I didn't know, but the quality, design and the general air about him hinted as much.
With a sigh, I made my way there and took the whiskey out of his hand, put it on the table next to us and landed myself in his lap.
I folded myself into the available space and latched my hands onto his shirt. I placed kisses along his jaw line and his neck, desperate to show him how much I need this and I didn't want to screw this up.
He toyed with my hips and drawn careless tiny circles into my hip bones.
Suddenly, he locked one of his hands onto my hair and pulled me back and placed his lips on the base of my throat.
"Good girl." His other hand came to stroke my neck with the back of his fingers and his head dipped again, this time towards the topper half of my chest and sucked in a hidden corner of my right breast.
"Good girl." He chanted again and pressed his lips into the side of my hair.
"Good girl." He kissed the side of my head.
He proceeded to give my ear a lick and went to the remaining buttons on my blouse and released them from their slits. He then found my bra and using his mouth he pulled the padding away from one of my tits and brought out a nipple. He bit down slowly and sucked it.
I moaned in hopes that the anticipation to the main event will be kept to the minimum. I caught myself on the arms of the chair and thrust my chest more towards him.
He bit down hard but quickly released me and swirled his tongue to quickly ease my throbbing pain.
I moaned again but this time Edward sighed.
"You know, Isabella, it is very off putting for a man to sense that their partner is trying to get it done as quickly as possible."
Well, I don't fucking want to stroke your ego.
He sighed again but picked me up and dropped me onto the middle of the bed. The bed bounced beneath me and so did my tits.
Begrudgingly, he went back to his whiskey, drinking it whilst he made his way out of the room back into the living space.
I looked around the room and cursed at myself.
Now you've ruined your chance for yourself. Fuck what am I going to do?
"Get out." Edward came back in and threw a bundle right into my chest.
I was shocked at first, being unprepared to the unexpected object but I quickly realised it was a rolled up bundle of one hundred bills and was held together by an elastic band.
After my performance I was expecting for him to throw me out, but not with a bundle of cash, and I was expecting him to say the words to firing me. But he remained silent and roughly nursed his fresh glass of whiskey.
I stared at him and the bundle of bills. Undecided, or rather, confused as to what was happening.
My eyes remained on the bundle for a moment before I quickly snatched it up and scrambled my way out of the room and closed the door to put a wall between me and Edward.
I quickly placed the bills on the bar and picked up my scarf and wrapped it around my neck. Covering myself against the weather in my coat and placing myself back into my heels. I was in haste but it didn't stop a nagging feeling from inside my chest.
It felt like I failed. And I didn't like the feeling.
Sighing, I discarded my scarf, my coat and my heels again and ran into the unlocked room.
I ran in there and headed straight into Edward and surrounded him into my arms. I leaned up and kissed his neck and jaw again, this time I jumped up and held myself around him by folding my legs around his waist.
I sucked on his neck and tuck his head downwards so that my lips could meet his.
He was slow to respond but I doubled my effort when I removed his suit jacket and climbed back down to the floor on my knees and unzipped his flyer.
My hands quickly searched through the confines of his trapped member and slid his cock out of his boxers.
Taking it in both my hands, I gave it stroke and squeeze before I licked the tip and earned a groan from his feral throat. I took him completely into my mouth and pushed him even further by placing my hands on his firm buttocks to charge him forwards.
I nearly gagged but I swallowed down the tears and began to bob my head up and down his length.
His erection was slowly coming on its way and his hands found themselves in my hair.
"Fuck," Edward cursed. "- look at your tear stained eyes." Edward noticed as his cock was still in my mouth, still pumping in and out and he reached to brush some of my fallen tears out of their path.
He quickly took his hard member out of my mouth and I perused a submissive position, sitting down on my knees and looking into the floor, hoping to show him that I'll do anything he ordered me to do. I wanted to satisfy him and make this good for him.
If he was going to pay for it, I might as well make it good.
He gotten onto one knee and took my lips in his, coaxing my tongue out to play with his. His hands secured themselves on either side of my head and held my still, allowing only his head to move and lead our kiss. My hands tucked at his hair and brought our bodies closer to each other.
Then, he moved away and turned his back on me as he stood, tucking crazily at his own hair.
I rose slowly and waited for his next action. Nothing.
Slowly, I tuck my shirt out of my skirt and unbuttoned the last two buttons and dropped my shirt on the floor, next came my skirt and they laid in a puddle next to me as I stepped out of my skirt.
I got back onto my knees and made my way towards Edward, through his fabric clad thighs; I smoothed my hands up and down his limbs and kissed the side of the thigh closest to me.
His gaze slowly landed on mine and my eyes met him from underneath my eyelashes. I kissed the side of his thigh again as we continued to stare at each other, measuring our next move and each others' next move.
Edward's eyes look troubled, there was something in him that was brewing and he looked as though he was troubled by that very thought. I looked down to the floor again and decided enough was enough. I had thrown myself towards him, he still didn't want me, there was no pleasing the man and no one should ever experience anything as degrading as I had just done.
I practically laid myself bare for the taking in front of him, gave him a deep throat blowjob, I stripped myself almost naked in order to tempt him, yet he made no more move. That was the bottom line.
I may have subjected to down grading myself in the first by agreeing to sleep with my boss. But I know what was shame, and there was no way I was going to put myself out there to be laughed at any more than I already did.
The roll of money he just tossed me should be enough to leave me afloat for a month or two, including medical bills back in England. If he happened to fire me after that night, I would be fine for the next sixty days.
Gently, I picked myself up from his side and walked towards my bundle of clothes to make sure I would be in decent form after I left the room to dress myself in the living space before leaving the hotel.
Tears pricked at my eyes, patronising my dignity and my shame. Why did I allow myself to do that to myself?
I was given a privileged upbringing, a good education and good parenting. How did I ever allowed myself to degrade myself like that?
Fucking life.
Suddenly I was twisted back into Edward's firm chest by one of my arms, and he laid his head in the valley between where my neck and shoulders joined into one and he placed his lips upon the skin there. He gently nibbled and sucked as his fingers puckered my nipples from the confines of my bra and slowly massaged them, giving me a reason to moan in pleasure and he placed his legs in between my thighs, supporting my falling body.
He quickly unclasped my bra from my back and lowered his head to take a nipple into his mouth.
I arched myself into his wet mouth and begged for more.
"Beautiful." He whispered.
He turned me away from his front and forced bend me onto the bed, my hands supported the top half of my weight. He pulled my pantyhose along with my panties half way down my thigh and stuck a finger into my already-moist core.
He flicked my clit and elicited an indescribable desire in me. I moaned in response and heard the tear of a foil packet.
Ever so swiftly and quickly Edward's length was fully sheathed in me and I brought myself away from the bed and arched myself fully against Edward's front.
For a few moments we remained in a slow humping motion as we got used to the sensation of us joining together.
"Good girl." Edward's finger snaked around my hips and reached for my clit, slowly swirling and making me more swollen and excited for him. I continued to rotate my hips and drawing his member around my wet core, up-down, forwards-backwards. I whimpered when I explicitly felt the tip of his member somewhere forbidden and arousing.
"Good girl." Edward whispered again and licked the shell of my ear.
My buttocks felt his trousers, held up by his belt, burning into my skin as the friction of sex increased between us, the same with my back and some of the buttons in his shirt dug into my spine and tickled in some sensitive spots, making me shiver.
Edward held me by my throat firmly with one hand, but not suffocating me and held my pelvis in place by the other hand and started to drive into me with force and speed.
The sensation was wild and so was the raw energy flowing through my veins. I quickly found myself moving my hips to meet his speed and we slapped against each other.
The sound we made was erotic and the sense of him overtook my skin as I submitted to our animalistic behaviour. My heart was thumping like crazy and my pulse ran faster than in a marathon.
We moaned at each other and tugged against each other, hoping to find pleasure in what our bodies offered.
Edward eventually let go of my neck and held my pelvis more firmly by planting both his hands on my hips.
I bent back down forwards and held myself by my hands on the bed as the angle changed and my back arched once again in excitement. My mouth opened in exasperation as my breathing became rapid and the need for fresh oxygen was heavily on demand.
Edward's strokes became longer and harder and finally he stilled. I was glad for the rubber layer between us so I didn't have to deal with the mess later on.
We both shuddered and felt our release before he pulled out and discarded the condom in the waste bin somewhere in the room.
He then came back and kissed the hickey he gave me in between my neck and shoulders, inner corner of one of my shoulder blades.
By then I caught up in my breathing and tucked myself into a foetus shape on the edge of the bed and I was folded into a small shape as one side of my face rested on the sheets of the bed.
On impulse, I turned around and held onto Edward's shirt and pulled him onto the bed with me, bringing him to the headboard and laid him there, half sitting and half laying down as I straddled his thighs.
We stared at each other for a minute, both faces devoid of emotion.
And then I kissed him on the lips hard.