So here is Mr Edward Masen. Hope you enjoy his point of view. I really want to thank the well deserved Texbelle for all her advice on this, I'm constantly asking her questions or asking for advice. Katdid2363 how large is that beautiful brain of yours? This lady makes it happen, without her it would be a very badly written story. She keeps the nastiness at bay and helps with the flow...We like flow!!! Finally thank you to all who have picked up Stolen HeART and have taken it under their wing, I hope you enjoy straddling Edward too!!!!
Stolen HeART Outtakes
Music and Temptation
(Edward)
She had annoyed me now, and the temptation to open the passenger door while the cab was waiting at the light and tell her to piss off increased. She fumbled with my suit, her hands seem to be everywhere, yet they didn't fill me with desire or want, she was clumsy and half drunk. This was not how I'd planned this evening to end...
I threw a large bill at the driver and briskly walked to my front door, not even bothering to see if she was still behind me. I was silently praying she was still in the back of the cab. No such luck, her hands wormed there way round the front of my chest while I opened the front door. Eager to get inside she pushed into me from behind and I hissed at her un-lady like manner, she was a whore and I was going to fuck her.
Before I had the chance to reset the alarm I felt her clammy hand work towards getting my fly undone. I hissed momentarily at the frustration of her being here, my patience now non-exsistant. I couldn't concentrate on the task at hand and I'd be damned if this bitch was going to cause me embarrassment because I couldn't reset my own alarm.
"Shut up. Wait! I have to turn off the alarm," I snapped back, her unnecessary moaning and groaning was a turn off and I deliberately increased my pace in punching in the security numbers.
She used my tense body as a reason to give me relief and for the first time this evening I agreed with her, if only to shut her up while she was down there. My mind wondered back to earlier, I saw Maria in my thoughts and it brought a certain amount of calm. I imagined it was her in my house, on her knees, in front of me. Though if I was honest with myself, she would never be down there and I would never have expected her to be.
"Ahh... God, ahh yeah, slowly, not too fast," I was losing it. The thought of Maria was making my cock twitch and I now took advantage of the friction she was causing. Her inconsistency in performing was a frustration and I took charge pushing her head towards me, forcing her to follow my lead. My mind flashed back to Maria, her slender figure and the sheer dress that had accentuated her beautiful body, put me on the road to my orgasm and I moaned at how it would feel being inside of her.
"God, I'm coming. Don't move away, I need to...'" I heard her gag and it told me she hadn't planned for that. She coughed and spluttered as she tried to stand up, her face red with anger and I was tempted to laugh, did I feel guilty? No. Did I want this? Defiantly not, I had wanted to spend my evening with the most beautiful woman I'd ever met.
"You fuck... fucker, I didn't want to swallow, what kind of a fucking pig are you?" Her squealing whiney voice went right through me and for a split second I actually felt sorry for that old fucker Black, who had regular meetings with her.
"You're no fucking nun yourself. I saw you eyeing me all night, or was that look for Billy fucking Black." My anger surfaced again and even though I'd been relieved temporarily, I would've been better off doing it myself.
"You were all over the bitch you were sitting next to did you wanna... fuck her like this?" That was it; I wasn't going to put up with her shit just for a fuck that wasn't going to be any good anyway. I pushed her aside and made my way to the lounge. The clip clop of her heels as they scraped along my cedar floorboards made me cringe at what damage she was doing.
"Don't mention her, don't mention her ever. She's nothing like you." I made my way to the bar, my heart raced with anger and I looked over towards her. Her dishevelled fake blonde matted hair seemed to cover most of her face. Her eye make-up had smudged along with her bright red lipstick. She staggered towards me, mocking me, whispering Maria's name as she came closer.
I glared at her taunting me, I was hard again, but not for her. I was thinking of Maria, her smell, her smooth skin and shiny soft hair. Before she had a chance to protest, I grabbed her and pushed her over the table. I didn't want to see her face. I couldn't stop her moans and her calling me Eddie, but I could keep from looking at her. I roughly pulled up her dress not even bothering to get her ready for me, yanking her underwear aside, she pressed against me and I tried to avoid the touch of her flesh, it wasn't Maria's. I ripped the foil from the condom and rolled it on quickly wanting to get to my orgasm. I closed my eyes and thought of Maria, it was easier this way and within a few strokes I had come.
I ignored her over exaggerated heavy breathing and fake smile, how could she have enjoyed that? I zipped up my fly and picked up my phone; and as I still ignored her, I moved away from her approach towards me and dialed the number.
"You're not even gonna offer me a coffee, Jesus! You've just fucked me over the table and you don't even offer me a drink." I watched her grab her purse that she had left in the hallway, her hatred for me plastered all over her face. And even now as she acted like an angry, upset, broken-hearted woman; if I clicked my fingers she would come running.
"A cab's on its way, you know where the front door is-."
'W...what you're sending me home. What the-"
'Go home Jessica..." I heard the front door slam as I made my way to the bathroom; her cheap perfume was everywhere, on my suit, in my hair, everywhere. The scalding hot water eased the tension that Jessica could not and I leaned into the cold tiles of the shower, the smell of sandalwood and soap permeated the bathroom and I sighed, this was a fuck up.
I'd been in the company of Miss Maria Swan for less than a few hours and within that time I had become captivated.
"I'm sorry for being late," she had said.
It had been barely a whisper, but my brain had registered every word that had left her rosy, plump lips. It took me a moment to focus on the task at hand; I stood up slowly and watched her smile at the rest of the guests at the table. Her beautiful heart shaped face beamed a perfect smile and once she had sat down, I continued to watch her. Her long naturally wavy hair cascaded down her back, the light catching strands of her hair and made it shine. Her slim defined body sat with confidence, as my own self diminished in her light.
Even though the water had run cold, I smiled as I remembered her lips as they tentatively touched the rim of her glass whenever she took a sip. I had taken every opportunity in my attempts to touch her, either casually reaching over her for the condiments or accidentally touching her bare arm. The scent of her hair caught me off guard several times and my imagination worked overtime. I felt myself getting hard once again and I turned into the shower to feel the full force of the now icy water that would hopefully calm me down.
I dried off quickly now feeling the cold and I picked out a pair of pyjama bottoms. Because of where the piano was situated, the room couldn't be heated so I knew it would be chilly in there. I poured myself a large drink and made my way to the music room.
Now that I was headed to my office my bad mood from yesterday began to fade. I always hated Sundays. Sundays were for families and couples. I only ever seemed to enjoy them when I visited Mike and Tanya, my only real family. Mike had been my best friend since we met at nursery school. He was a sporty kid who later became a jock and I was the talented artsy fartsy kid who had joined band practice. We had been through deaths, marriages and newborns together. I'd been his best man and godfather to Emma and he had been a pallbearer carrying my parents' coffins at their funeral.
I smiled at Jenny who reached for my coffee and as she followed me into my office she placed my mail on my desk and handed me my steaming cup of java.
"I confirmed with the florist, that the flowers were sent to the address of Miss M. Swan. Her assistant who was at the gallery at the time signed for them," she informed me. A surge of excitement rushed through my veins at the mention of her name and I silently tried to calm myself down, while Jenny looked on confused and concerned.
"You ok?" she asked.
"Yeah, yeah fine." I looked down at my full scheduled and frowned. "Would you get hold of Philip Morgan of Morgan Auction House in London? I want to see what the vibe is on the Dragon armchair." She nodded as she picked up my coat that I had thrown on the back of the sofa and hung it up in the wardrobe.
"Do you need anything else Mr. Masen?" Jenny asked as she reached the door to my office and looked at me.
"Um...hold all my calls, except Miss Swan's... if she calls..." I felt nervous all of a sudden and I fiddled with my pen as she smiled back at me and left the room.
The day had been a struggle from the moment the first meeting had taken a wrong turn, with every meeting after that going a similar way. I was glad when the final meeting was over and Jenny brought in a glass filled with ice and the good whisky.
"Long day?" she asked as she poured the single malt into the tumbler. I rubbed my hand over my chin and briefly closed my eyes
"Yes, far too long. Any messages?" I asked.
"Plenty of messages, but none from a Miss Swan," I laughed at her up front answer, though it was short lived, the realisation of knowing that she hadn't phoned, perturbed me.
"But, I did get a very interesting call from her assistant," she smirked.
"Ok, spill."
"She wanted to inform you that Miss Swan would be attending the Picasso exhibition, but she would only be attending the exhibition and not the after show."
"Right..." I was confused. So she was telling me because...because she wanted to meet up with me in quiet surroundings, I grinned at the prospect.
"Edward in layman's terms, you're to go to the exhibition... and not to the after show." She rolled her eyes at my lack of understanding. "So did she like the flowers?" I called out to Jenny as she walked back to her desk.
My mind continued to fill up with scenarios of Maria and me and it was now dangerously close to becoming an obsession. I had wanted to talk to Mike about this but with Tanya trying to get Emma into a routine; I didn't think it wise to drive over there with my minor problem. Actually, knowing Mike, he would see it as a girly problem, but then we always did have a difference of opinion when it came to women.
I'd only been here ten minutes. The exhibition was small compared to the after show and I was glad now that Maria had in around about way asked me to the gallery. I felt uncomfortable. I wasn't sure if I was meant to wait for her outside or just view what was on show and hope that she would find me. I wasn't even sure if this was a date. She hadn't called to thank me for the flowers and I wondered if I had been a bit forward in sending them. I had almost made my way outside to see if I could spot her, when I noticed her. Her body seemed to glimmer in the light that poured from the stained glass windows and I paused in my pursuit to get to her. The dark silk blouse clung to her breasts and nipped in at her waist and I silently talked myself down from the thrill.
"The experts say that this period of his work was his rushed stage," I said, my hands were in the pockets of my trousers, I was nervous and I didn't need her to see that.
"It is a beautiful piece. They also say that this particular piece was painted in a day," she said. I watched as she took off her glasses and nibbled the end of the arm, my breathing uneven once again as I watched her profile.
"Are you a lover of art Mr. Masen, or just a collector?" Her tone seemed flat and I was irritated that she still hadn't turned to talk to me directly.
"My mother was an artist. She was a fan of the arts. I think that's where I got the passion for it. And you are you a lover or a collector?" I asked. I was rewarded with a smile as she finally turned to look at me.
Before Maria had the chance to answer me, we were interrupted by an excitable Mrs. Moon. Her party trailed behind her. The shriek of her high pitched voice and the sound of her clip-clop heels raced towards us. "I think she's more excited at seeing you than me!" Maria whispered in my ear. I stiffened when her warm sweet breath bounced off my ear.
"Mr. Masen, Mr. Masen, what a pleasant surprise! And the wonderful Miss Swan, it's so nice to see you both here. Did you come together?" She asked curiously.
"No." We both answered her at the same time. Though I noticed she seemed to say it with much more force and clarity.
The awkward pause between our two groups suddenly lifted. I heard the grating voice from last night hover at the back of the circle and it now made its way towards us.
"Eddie I didn't know you were invited." I noticed Maria turn to see my reaction and I clenched my fist that was still hidden in my pocket.
"Miss Stanley," I said. I felt uncomfortable all of a sudden. I wished desperately that this bitch kept her mouth shut. I turned to look at Maria; her eyes were narrowed and focused on Jessica. I wanted more than anything to pull her away and leave with her.
"Excuse me Mr. Masen," Maria's words interrupted my thoughts. I looked on confused and perplexed by her sudden need to leave. "I've spotted someone. Do excuse me." This wasn't going to happen, I wasn't about to watch her leave on the account of this blonde bimbo.
"Don't leave on her account." I hissed. I was fully aware that in my desperate attempt to keep her here with me my hand gripped her elbow.
Before I realised what had happened I heard Maria gasp and for a moment I thought it was the result of me holding her tightly
"Oh, I'm so sorry. I knocked your glass by mistake, I was hoping to persuade you to stay, and talk with us... my hand must of..."
I heard Jessica's voice and I turned to look at her. Her eyes were glued to the front of Maria's blouse. She smirked and I turned back quickly to look at Maria. Her face was stern, her breathing erratic. I looked down to see her silk blouse now clinging to her chest, her hardened nipples clearly visible, her chest rose quickly every few seconds. I'd never seen anything so beautiful.
I realised then that this had not been an accident and I turned sharply to stare at Jessica. "What is your problem?" I struggled to keep my anger in check. I was fully aware as my voice increased in volume. The sudden feel of Maria's touch on my elbow as she steered me away and the soothing words of comfort doused my rage and I offered to go with her, not wanting her to leave my side.
I momentarily glared back at Jessica. I took Maria's hand and guided her towards the bathroom to get her cleaned up. The bright fluorescent lights didn't help alleviate the tightness in my trousers as she stood in front of me, her nipples still erect. Her breasts slightly bounced when she sighed. I ran my hand through my hair, a common habit for me when trying to hold back my frustration. I would hate to think what she thought of me.
"Edward?" I heard her say my name several times, and in all honesty, I liked the way my name fell from her rosy pink lips.
"You're in the ladies bathroom," she said.
"Yes. I know that, is this not where you wanted to get cleaned up?" I was confused by her question and as I surveyed my surroundings I noticed her shocked expression and her mouth as it snapped shut.
"There's a hand dryer behind you, just turn the nozzle thing to face you're...um," I stopped in mid sentence, choosing instead to point and twirl my fingers at her chest. It dawned on me what this must look like and I gingerly dropped my flaying hands.
"I thought you were smart not slow," she said, turning towards the heated dryer.
"You think I'm smart?" I said. In an amusing tone, I cautiously backed up towards the door, not wanting to miss the chance of seeing naked skin. I heard her laugh and a sense of excitement washed over me once more. I couldn't help but display a cheesy grin as I kept on walking.
"No. I think you're slow," she shouted out. I laughed as I made my way to the door.
The feeling of happiness quickly disappeared when I noticed Jessica leaning against the closed bar. The reception room was now empty of guests from the exhibition. The bubbling anger dampened my previous mood and I marched over to where she was standing and grabbed her roughly. The smirk that had been plastered all over her face was now replaced with fear and I shoved her towards the alcove.
"I'm fucking warning you stay away from me-." I hissed.
"Or what, ya gonna tell Billy Black? You think his wife doesn't already know about me? She's grateful for the distraction." Her mocking tone fuelled my anger and I gripped her arm even tighter. I leaned in towards her worn face and I gritted my teeth to keep from shouting. "I'll fucking destroy you, if you come near me or Maria." My words finally penetrated her pea sized brain and the threat now a reality caused her once blasé attitude to fade. She looked scared as she should be.
As the sun streamed through the window, I cursed myself for forgetting to close the drapes last night. Or was it early this morning? I turned over and moved to the other side of the large king size bed hoping to find a cold spot. My alarm clock informed me of the time,. I knew it was now or never, decision time. I left the comfort of my bed, jumped in the shower and thought about how I was going to tackle this.
The conversation with Mike last night swirled around in my head and the regret of what I did surfaced once more. If I could I would erase it from my mind altogether and if I could I would banish Jessica fucking Stanley to the moon. I had convinced myself that Maria had looked for me when she left the restroom and because she didn't find me she left, that was until I spoke to Mike. Mike, the bane of my life, my best friend, he told it how it was and he was rarely wrong. His theory was much more sinister. His theory had exposed my forgettable night with the tart. Maria had heard the whole conversation...she knew, hence that's why she left, and even though I silently prayed that he was so wrong on this one, deep down he was probably right. I needed to do some damage control. I wasn't going to let one bad fucking lapse of judgement ruin what could be, no way.
With determination and pure adrenalin I was going to sort this shit out. I made my way over to the landline and phoned the office, my towel now wrapped around my damp skin. My wet hair dripped onto the floor as I waited impatiently for Jenny to answer.
10:15. I looked again to check my watch, yep it hadn't changed since a second ago, where was she? I walked back over to the shop door and checked the times on the door. Definitely ten o'clock opening. I cupped my face in my hands to shield the sun from the glare of the glass, giving me a better view of what was going on inside, nothing not even her assistant was there.
I started to pace, which was never a good sign. I had wanted to see her with a good frame of mind and a happy mood, but my mood had turned and my mind was filled up with agitation. I moved over to the small bench across the road. It gave me the advantage to see her from both directions.
"You're an hour late!" I exclaimed as I spotted her with her bags of groceries and casual attire walking down the road. I'd watched her walking in the sun. Her hips swayed every time she took a step and the excitement I felt mixed with nervousness surfaced. She looked carefree and relaxed, she looked beautiful. Once the words had left my lips, I realised I should have warned her I was behind her. Her petite frame tensed at the accusing words that I had blurted out and I instantly felt guilty for making her jump.
"Maria, I'm sorry." Without thinking I reached out to touch her arm to calm her down. The soft texture of her skin caught me off guard and I quickly moved my hand away.
"Maria are you okay?" I whispered. Desperate for her to respond to my question, I watched as she unlocked the shop door. "Maria, say something," I pleaded. This wasn't the plan. This wasn't how it was meant to go. I followed her in not saying another word. I was prepared for any sort of reaction and I secretly hoped that the reason she had ignored me was because we had been in public. I stood by the water cooler to give her space, and as I watched her yank off her jacket, the front of her blouse gaped open and exposed her neck. I bit back a groan.
"What exactly am I late for?" she asked. I watched her perch on the edge of the desk, her perfectly round breasts highlighted by her arms crossed over her chest made me once again lose my focus.
"Well, I came down to see if you wanted to have some breakfast with me –." Even I heard the nervousness in my voice and I cringed at feeling so uncomfortable.
"It's eleven thirty." She snapped back. I watched her make her point as she lifted her small wrist that displayed her watch.
"Yes. I know that, but when I got here it was nearly ten. The opening sign said ten, so I hung around. Look I can see that you're a bit shook-up by what just happened -." I started to walk towards her. I stood in the corner like a naughty schoolboy which didn't help my confidence.
"I'm fine. I just don't know why you're here," she said very matter-of-factly.
"I want to take you out, lunch, dinner, coffee, anything? I came by to ask you and to apologise for last night. I looked for -."
"There's nothing to apologise for. It was an accident." That was it! I'd allowed her to cut me off once in mid-sentence but I'd be damned if she did it while I attempted to say I was sorry.
"Well you're pissed at me for something." I said, not caring if my build up of anger spilled over into the room.
"Look Mr Masen-." What, why the fuck was she getting all formal on me? Now that I had moved to be closer to her, the hint of her scent caught my senses and I was determined to make her listen. I watched her eyes widen, she seemed nervous and scared. Why would she be scared?
"Don't address me like this is some kind of business meeting." I found it increasingly difficult to hold my temper in check and as I moved to the side of the table to block her, I wanted desperately for her to just listen to my explanation.
"Just go out with me, please. We could go for a walk, it's a nice day." The desperate sound in my voice was a dead give away to how desperate I was to see her again.
"Edward, I don't mix business with pleasure." Her lame ass excuse just fuelled my stubbornness.
"What business? You own a gallery and I own a corporate building." I looked down at her small hand that now gripped the edge of the table and I brushed my finger tips across her skin. I ignored her rambling excuses and stepped forward, her eyelashes fluttered from my breath that bounced off her face.
"You're lying. I know you feel it, I know you do," I said softly. I watched her deep brown eyes as she pondered my statement and my eyes moved from her stare when her tongue peeked out and touched her lips.
"Give me a reason not to do this," I whispered. I felt her hand on the fabric of my shirt and I wondered if she felt my heart racing. The jolt of electricity from her touch as her other hand snaked around my collar made me instantly hard. I hissed at her touch. I closed my eyes imagining all sorts of scenarios, and I moved in closer. I wanted to feel those soft moist lips on mine.
"I'm not single, Mr. Masen." I was stunned and confused by her statement.
"Who is it?" I asked. I desperately tried to stay calm and I watched her reaction to my question, looking for any sign of a lie.
"He was at the gala." I instantly let go of her hand, the sickening feeling rose quickly taking me by surprise.
"I pointed him out to you." she said, as she moved aside. I knew then she was lying and I snorted at her lame excuse.
"The older guy that turned up late?" I asked. I watched her nod her answer and the sudden build up of anger overflowed. "You must think I'm a fool," I said abruptly.
"No. No of course not. It's just a misunderstanding." I stood my ground and did not give her the chance to run away from this.
"You must think I'm a fool to believe you," I said through gritted teeth. "I know what I feel when I'm around you and I know you feel it too, Maria! Don't spin this shit at me and expect me to go along with it." I watched her close her eyes using them as a defense to ward off my words. Her scared features were my undoing.
"Whatever the reason for the lame ass excuse you just gave me, I hope it's worth it!" I yanked my hand away from her supple body and turned to leave.
Please send Edward some sweet love
Chapter 5 will be up for you to read today...two treats in one day!!!