AN: I would most def call this a cheatfic. This story is just a bunch of crazy word vomit. If you don't want to read vulgarity and Bella sleeping with someone other than Edward, don't read this. I don't do fade to black...I like my sex scenes descriptive; call me weird but that's just how I am. Bella sleeps with an older married Aro. This is an Edward/Bella fic but give it time. Also, I use google translate and the internet for my sexy Italian words...if butchering the language is a pet peeve, you may not want to read.

I've dabbled with writing for years but have never published. This story is just a bit of sexy fun, nothing to take too seriously, but I do hope if you decide to read that you enjoy it for what it is...good sexy fun. :)

Twilight is not mine, but these dirty deranged versions of the characters are.

Chapter One

~Bella~

Walking through the night club, I keep my eyes out for my friends.

If I can even call them that.

Jane. Fucking barf.

Alec, Jane's brother.

Felix, Alec's much younger boyfriend.

Marcus, my best friend.

Demetri.

Caius.

Edward.

Of course, he's the first one I spot, his dark hair purposely messy on his stupid head.

I don't know why I hate him so much, but he just rubs me the wrong way.

Before I left the studio, Aro pulled me aside, his raspy voice saying, "Bella, you did good today, no? Go enjoy yourself tonight. Be a good girl."

He kissed my throat, and I left.

I make eye contact with Marcus when I'm pushing through the dancing bodies, and his eyes light up.

"Mia Bella," he croons, holding his arms out. I fall into them, smiling sweetly at Jane standing beside him.

She gives me the look of death as Marcus releases me, and I laugh in her face.

Marcus' mouth is at my ear, whispering, "Why must you antagonize her? She is angry tigress, you know this."

Jane's in love with Marcus, and okay, yeah, I'm a bitch, but she's far, far worse.

Stepping back, I grab his hand. "Come. Danza with me."

He grins and follows me into the throng of heated bodies. He twirls me until my back is against his chest, body bent over my short one, his arm wrapped beneath my breasts.

I sway my hips seductively to the music, and he follows my movements, grinding the hardness beneath his pants against my lower back.

"Bella, Jane is going to pounce."

My eyes search out Jane, but they land on Edward's dark eyes as he watches us.

He sips whatever he has in his glass, his stare penetrating through me, making me shiver in Marcus' arms.

"Do you want her?" I ask, reaching back and gripping his hips, pushing back against him, trying to ignore Edward.

"I have had her cunt as you say, but she is ice cold." He pushes the hair off my neck with his free hand, and I keep my eyes on the ones I hate most while Marcus' tongue licks up my face.

Fuck, these Italian men are fucking erotic.

Marcus and I, we've done nothing more than kiss. He's a manwhore, but he's my best friend, and I let him flirt right at the edge of fucking me.

Edward, his eyes burn, and I pucker my lips at him before flipping him off.

He grabs his crotch roughly, vulgar as shit before downing the rest of his drink and turning away from me.

Edward is Aro's nephew, a real prick if I do say so myself. He joined the agency a few months ago and has fucked his way through every model Aro has worked with.

When the beat picks up, I turn to Marcus, saying, "I'm thirsty."

After getting my drink, he wraps his arm around my waist and we walk up to our section, catching the end of Jane's words.

"…fucking American puttana."

"Jane," Edward warns, an edge to his voice. Why there is an edge is beyond me.

She notices me, and sneers, "That is what you are, is it not? Spreading your legs for Aro; getting all the best jobs by offering your golden cunt."

I drink from my glass, feeling the weight of Marcus' hand on my hip and try not to let her words bother me. It's not my fault Aro has a soft spot for me, but that's not why I get the jobs. I'm just better than Jane.

"You are so…" I wave my hand dismissively before continuing, "geloso."

She laughs. "Jealous of what? You are fat."

Marcus' hand squeezes me while my body burns at her words.

Jane is pencil thin, flat chested, but she is the typical model type. I won't lie, she's gorgeous, but I am so not fucking fat.

I sigh loudly, reaching down to grab Marcus' hand and bring it up to my breast, making him squeeze roughly. He pushes his front deeper into my back. "Do you think I'm fat, Marcus?" I ask, keeping my eyes on Jane.

"No, bella," he groans, pushing his cock into my back.

I grab his other hand and flatten it on my lower stomach, his fingers spreading wide, his pinky resting on my pelvis.

"Should I stop eating?" I ask him, eyes on Jane's fierce ones.

"No," he rasps. "You are perfect the way you are."

I smirk at Jane and land the final blow.

"Marcus," I rasp, making my voice lower, sexier. "Do you want to fuck my fat cunt?"

His hand at my breast tightens, making me gasp, and he says, "Is it truly golden?"

His words confuse me for a minute, and then I start laughing, and he chuckles into my hair, making Jane's face redden before she stomps off.

"God, that was great," I say, patting Marcus' hand at my stomach.

"You are bad, Isabella," Marcus says in my ear before stepping back.

"She is horrible," I complain.

"You are just as horrible," Edward cuts in.

"Fuck you."

"Careful, Bella. You can only ask me so many times before I give you what you so badly want."

"In your dreams," I say, taking a seat on the sofa, ignoring the flutter I feel in my stomach.

"You are not a dream," he says. "You are a nightmare."

I smile slowly and watch as he does the same.

Fucking asshole.