Edward POV

Tonight was the night, I could feel it in my bones. The crowd is on, the club is tight, and I am just too damn sexy to let this night go to waste. There's this girl in the front row that has me crawling for her touch. The beat drops and the crowd just goes insane. Everyone is jumping, making a sea of raised hands. The bass vibrates my body and warms my blood. I couldn't imagine anything different to do during my life. The joy and passion for music, for mixing to make it mine, having every element be me. But that's not the only perk to being a DJ, my great lord Jesus its not, it's the hot piece of ass in my bed every night. Panties flying off left and right next to this sexy bastard. Tonight I want that hot blond in front. I signal to Emmett to pull her up on stage. She grabs his hands and he hoists her up without effort. I stare at her dangerously low ripped T and barely there ripped shorts that leave little to the imagination. But imagine I do.

I have to admit I've had hotter but shell be a fun ride. I watch her push greedily threw the other half naked girls to my side. She looks up at me through spider eyes and smiles small. She runs her hand over my arm and licks her upper lip. I wink at her and drop another hard beat.

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The party was hot to say the least. Vodka is a bitch and my ears ring fro the ridiculous volume of the speakers. Last night I drank until I couldn't drink anymore an then kept drinking. I couldn't remember shit. Especially the blonde bimbo sprawled out on the bed beside me. Her makeup was smeared all over the off white sheet of the cheap hotel room. I couldn't resist from poking the helmet like mess that encased her head that could barley be recognizable as hair. I grab a half glass of some shit and a smoke from the bedside table and sink into a small buzz left over from last night, veering away from the killer hangover. I hear a grumbled moan from helmet head. I puff out successful smoke rings and hope for the best.

"Morning." I say nonchalantly as I tap the build up of ash at the end of my cigarette into my now empty glass. My only response was another moan, the monster is awaking. She rubbed her eye with her palm and sat up onto her knees. "Hey, we're matching." Isaid touching my lone black barbell on my left nipple.

Blondie then looks down at her own barbell with a smug of confusion. Her head snaps back up sporadically with the pure look of panic blossoming through the smear of black eyes and red lips. "I don't remember getting this." She stuttered wide eyed.

I laughed then, the look on this bimbo's face is priceless. "It happens to the best of us." I say smugly. I clamber out of the bed and get semi caught in the shamble of sheets. After I got up I stretched my arms over my head and saw her looking at my dick wide eyed. "Uh yeah….. you might be a little sore." Her face turned beat red and moved her eyes o something else. I smirked at her and all of her embarrassment.

"Don't be so embarrassed, love." I said while heading toward the shitty bathroom, "You grew very acquainted with him last night, very." I said with a wide grin and closed the door with a quick flick of my wrist.

I welcomed the boiling water down my back and let it wash away the party scum off of my tattooed skin. I draped the scratchy towel around my waste and prayed that the unnamed women has left.

I was unfortunately wrong but found her with her clothes on. "So, do you have a ride?"

"I called a cab."

"cool, cool." AKWARD!

Then there was a knock on the door. I ran right over and was glad for the interuption. But suddenly I felt all gladness leave my body.

"Bella." shit!

"Hi, baby." she said and pulled off my towel.