What I own: A suitcase full of fucking hot stripper shoes, a gaggle of YA books, a decent and eclectic DVD collection and the bedding from the Twilight movie.
What I do not: Twilight. Despite a strong physical resemblance I am not Stephanie Meyer, I am not making any money off of this and no copyright infringement is intended.
Okay so this is totally different than anything I have ever written…. A little pink sequin plot bunny hopped into my head and wouldn't leave. I promise things are probably not going to stay how they seem. Any of my regular readers know me and KNOW that I would rather make out with a glass bottle than write cannon. Lots of love to my pre-readers busymommy and IzzieYizzie. Thanks for your input babes! All the love in the world to my amazing wifey Sky Chaser, go and read her fic. Right Now. I will wait for you to come back. This has NOT been Beta'd so any and all mistakes are mine and mine alone. Reviews blow my skirt up and are rewarded with sneak peaks.
"And so I said two hotels!" The balding, round, tuxedoed man across from me roared with laughter at his tale and I placed a delicate hand on his arm, beaming some extra wattage into my smile, filling my voice with false reverence.
I let my eyes scan over the crowd of people milling about the ballroom, men in tuxedos, women in glittering gowns, searching for my husband. I was finally able to catch his green eyes and nodded to my companion. "Dr. Wylde as wonderful as it has been catching up with you, my husband needs me" I gestured towards my husband who stood across the room and raised his rocks glass in our direction.
Dr. Wylde gave me a smile that was equal parts creepy, lecherous and drunk and gave me a quick hug. The man reeked of Bourbon, heavy cologne and sweat. I forced myself to keep my face neutral as his rough hands brushed across the bare skin of my back. "It has been a pleasure to talk with you my dear"
Smiling again I waved and wove my way through the crowd, my head held high as I greeted my In-laws guests with a smile, a wave and a tilt of my head. I held the train of my glittering, bright pink sequin gown in one hand to keep it from being stepped on and my sparkling Judith Leiber evening bag in the other. On this lovely small evening, the ballroom of my husband's family mansion was filled with well dressed social elite, eating $500 a plate filet mignon, drinking flutes of Dom Perignon and dancing elegantly to the sounds of a chamber orchestra wile silently judging each other and everyone else all under the pretense of building a new wing of the local hospital devoted to pediatric oncology. As I grew closer I ran my eyes over my husband who was standing with his parents. At 33 he was the youngest surgeon at Vallakenwood Hospital, the fifth in line of distinguished doctors, grandson of a senator and great grandson of a governor. His family practically owned the entire affluent town. I let my gaze drift over him from the tips of his shiny shoes up over his impeccably tailored Donna Karan tuxedo and finally resting on his handsome face.
"There you are Isabella darling, we were waiting for you!" His over-enthusiastic voice greeted me as I reached his side and dropped my train and quickly grabbed a flute of champagne from the tray of a passing waiter. Raising the delicate crystal to my glossy, painted lips I sighed at the fizzy liquid slid down my throat. Lowering the glass I smiled at him, before greeting my in-laws. "This is a lovely evening doctor" The words were directed at my father-in-law, who looked more like an older brother of my husband's than his father, the hair at his temples just tinged with silver, tiny lines forming around his eyes.
"Thank you Isabella my girl!" His voice was husky and I would tell by the color in his cheeks that he had already had at least a small amount of Jameson's. The chief of Surgery hugged me close and placed a kiss on my cheek, his soft hands resting on my bare arms. "Quite the turn out I must say!"
I nodded in agreement and turned toward my mother –in-law, hugging her stiffly and exchanging the standard air-kisses to each of her cheeks. "Elizabeth you did an amazing job on everything. The flower arrangements are exquisite! And you look lovely. "I smiled at the older woman as her eyes raked over me. I could nearly feel the disdain as she took in my sparkling Louboutins, pink sequined evening gown, cinched at the waist with a beaded silver sash, my perfectly made up face and the intricate topknot that my dark hair had been twisted into, specifically at her request. The matching Edwardian era necklace and earrings that I wore had belonged to her husband's great- grandmother and the 7 carat diamond on my ring finger was a family heirloom as well. Elizabeth smiled rigidly, her beautiful face still hard. "Thank you dear, I do so love planning these functions. You look absolutely lovely dear." The compliment was about as fake as 75% of the breasts in the room but I was used to it.
I smiled brightly and chirped a polite thank you, taking another sip of my champagne and turning towards my husband I rested a manicured hand on his arm and felt him turn his dark green eyes towards me. "You do look beautiful Isabella " He placed a stiff kiss on my cheek and slipped a hand around my waist, resting it on my hip before plucking the glass from between my fingers and depositing it on a nearby antique table. "There are people I should greet." His tone was cold and he quickly smiled at both his mother and his father before ushering me away, through the crowd.
Five hours of awkward forced conversation, false compliments and increasingly lukewarm champagne later I was sitting in an empty ballroom, silent but for the soft click of the waiter's shoes and the click of china, silver and crystal as they cleared the tables. I sat in the room, empty and cold, my shoes sitting beside me on the floor, my bag tipped on his side on the table. I sighed softly, exhausted and my head was starting to pound with the telltale signs of a migraine. I had been waiting on my husband for nearly an hour when he had left to 'discuss business' with some of his colleagues, assuring me that it was 'nothing that I should bother me pretty head with'. His tone was condescending but familiar. I wasn't stupid; I knew what he was implying. Starting in pageants at the age of three I had reached the title of Miss Pennsylvania four years prior at the age of twenty one. My father-in-law had been one of the judges. Despite my honors degree in English from Penn State I did not work, with the assurance that 'A girl as beautiful as you doesn't need too'. I filled my days with volunteer work, mostly at the children's wing of the hospital and maintaining the 'image' that my husband and his family expected of me. Yes, I was a trophy wife and I fucking hated it. As the chime of the large grandfather clocked tolled one AM I stood and gathered my bag and shoes in my hand and holding my dress up in the other and exited the ballroom in search of my husband. The marble floors of the family mansion were cold under my bare feet as I roamed the empty, dark halls of the pretentiously named Woodside Crossing. The old oak doors lining the long corridor were closed and dark as I paced the labyrinthine house, to no avail. I finally caught a glimpse of gold light peeking out from under the door of Elizabeth's old study, a tiny room at the end of a dark hallway. I knew that both of my in-laws had retired an hour ago and my husband and I were the only ones left awake. I turned the cold handle of the door slowly and pushed it open. "Edward I am exhausted can we-"My words died on my lips and my bag and shoes clattered to the floor as I caught sight of my husband, his shirt open and his pants and boxers around his ankles, his eyes clouded with lust as he thrust his hips, driving himself deep inside the naked, petite blonde woman that was bent over the desk moaning loudly. I stood still as a statue as I took in the scene in front of me. As much as I tried I could not look away from the disturbing sight. Edwards breath was ragged and he grunted, his hips moving faster, fingers digging into the tiny hips of the blonde. I vaguely recognized her as one of his surgical residents but I was not exactly used to seeing her naked. As her moans grew higher and higher she opened her blue eyes and met my own and smirked, moans' turning to screams as she approached her orgasm. Edwards own breathing picked up and I could tell from experience that he was close to his own climax. He opened his beautiful green eyes and met brown ones, the familiar crooked smile forming. A sharp smack rang through the air as his large hand cracked against the blondes' ass and she moaned, rocking herself back against his thrusts as she screamed. Both of their bodies shook as they climaxed together, their cries of pleasure washing over me before they both collapsed into the large desk chair, blondie curling up on my husband's lap like a naked, sweaty cat. Edwards face was blissful, his eyes serene as he turned to me, speaking for the first time. "Isabella, you remember Dr. Denali right?" His voice was casual as if we were just meeting her for lunch at the Country Club. I glanced at the woman who was smiling smugly in Edwards lap. "Of course" My voice was icy as was my glare. "Wonderful!" Edward responded, surprisingly jovially. "Now that you two have caught up you can either get your pretty little ass over here and join us for round two or get the hell out." My mind spun at his cold words. Not so much from the fact that my husband was having an affair, I was a fool to think that he wasn't, and I was quite sure that there were several of them actually, but from his casual assumption that I would join him and his fuck buddy.
"I think, Edward, that I will be getting the hell out." With that I stiffened my spine, retrieved my bag and shoes before turning and slamming the door behind me, the soft sounds of their laughter floating to my ears as I walked down the lonely hall.
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