A/N: Don't ask me what's with me and porn. I just have these messed up fantasies where there's loads of smut and porn thrown into the mix. Meh, I do it for the sexy time. So for this story, I got Alice to edit for me! Yay! So a big thanks to her, because if not, the grammar would have been utter shit. Thanks, Allison :)
Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Summary: Four years after Edward had left Bella, she changed. She hang with in crowds, changed herself and even found interest in the Playboy business. One day, Edward stumbles across her picture. Is this really the Bella he left? Or some flimsy porn star impersonating her? Better yet, can Edward contain himself with all those pictures? Edward's POV!
Chapter 1: Seeing is Believing
For the past four years, I was utterly bored. Nothing that I'd come across would excite me, put a smile on my face and make me feel hope. I lost my brown eyes, my angel, and yet I was supposed to be moving on and being content?
Garbage.
I sighed as I softly closed the book in my hand, a distraction of sorts. I looked at the cover, and felt a pang of hurt. Pride and Prejudice, one of her many favorite books. I couldn't stop the selfishness that captured me, making me steal this book of hers. A trinket of sorts, to remember all those precious memories we had together.
Setting the book else where, I sat down, crossing my legs in an Indian fashion. What was I to do now? I had asked this question for 1,460 days straight. The days just flew past and made me feel as if for four years, it was really just one, long, long day.
My eyes glazed over as I stared at the hardwood floor. A memory of vibrant flowers and beautiful brown eyes flashed in my head. A glorious smile that could only belong to an angel, straight from the heavens. I smiled lightly. No matter how many times I reminisced, her beauty would always take my breath away.
"So beautiful," I murmured to myself, "So, so beautiful." I closed my eyes, my grin widening. I imagined her warm, plush lips – the way they'd feel as she'd kiss me back. I remembered the fiery desire that was etched throughout me, each time I'd look at her. She was something I wanted, something I had, something I lost.
Opening my eyes, I found Alice sitting in front of me, staring at me in a curious manner. When did she come in? I looked briefly to the door, seeing it slightly ajar. "You must have been in dreamland," she commented. I looked back to her.
"Yes, I must've."
"How are you feeling?" It was her new favorite thing to ask me. I knew that Alice's heart was in the right place, but it was becoming a nuisance, answering the same thing, each and every day.
"I'm fine. Slightly bored." And it was the same old answer, every day. Alice nodded, allowing the silence to leak in.
"Is there anything you'd like to speak about? Anything you'd like me to look for?" It didn't take a genius to realize that Alice was just twitching with the urge to look for Bella, see what she had been up to for the last past four years.
"No," I answered solemnly, "But thank you for asking." Alice nodded and stood, brushing any dirt that had clung onto her jeans.
"Emmett's coming up in five, he'll be asking for you to take out the mail. He's occupied with his game, as usual," she said in a lighter tone. I cracked a small smile.
"Let him come. It seems like it's been ages that I've spoken to him." She nodded once more and ran a small hand through my hair. Another pang to the ever existing hole in my chest.
She used to touch my hair. Just like that.
I sighed as she slowly began to leave the room.
Oh, Edward, she thought to me. I looked up, with question in my eyes. We'll find a solution. I promise you, we will. With that, she left my room, leaving me to bask in the silence.
I could hear a deep padding of feet hit the ground from the other side of the hallway, coming to the direction of my room. Emmett.
Emmett burst into my room, a goofy grin on his face. "Hey, Edward," he said playfully. I waved to him.
"Hello, Emmett." He crossed over to my couch and plopped down on it.
"How you doing?" I shrugged.
"Same old. Yourself?"
"Well, I have a favor I need –"
"Alice had already clarified for me. She wanted me to get the mail for you." Emmett smiled sheepishly.
"Yeah, well, could ya? I mean, Rosie's kind of stressed up from all the dead behavior around the house, so I wanna –"
"Enough," I cut in, "Spare me from hearing your plans in addition to your sexcapades." Emmett laughed and came over, slapping his palm on my back.
"So, you'll go get the mail for me? Esme wanted me to go do it, but you know why. And she'll have a cow if it doesn't get done. I ordered some naughty stuff. Don't wanna scar Ma for the rest of existence. So go on, be a good little brother and go get the mail," he said. I rolled my eyes and stood.
"Alright." Emmett smiled and squeezed me shoulder once more before leaving. I looked outside the window to see that the sun was shining through.
I grabbed my iPod before departing and threw on a clean tee shirt. Putting the ear buds in my ears, I scanned my list of music before picking a delectable song.
I set the music up high, letting it blast into my ears. I just wanted to drown myself in the music, not having a care in the world, and to just keep my eyes closed, letting the lyrics take me in.
Goodbye, old friend,
Goodbye, goodnight,
I'll move on,
You call it fate, I call it karma,
We had our time, it was fun
While it lasted…
I reached the mail box, opening it and taking out the things that were in there. Curiosity got the better of me, and I began scanning through the mail.
Bill…Bill…Bill…Advertisement…Letter from the Denalis…Bill…Magazine. I looked at it for a good few minutes. It was a Playboy magazine, no doubt belonging to Emmett. Which was confusing, because as vain as Rosalie was, she was more beautiful than these plastic women that posed in skimpy wear.
The busty blond smiled seductively, her fake tan quickly setting me off. Her blond white hair was in curls, and she wore tight shorts with a low cut shirt. I shook my head, wondering why women would go to extremes and wear something that doesn't even seem comfortable.
For the attention, a voice in my head said. I sighed in boredom and reached for anything else in the mailbox. The magazine slipped from my hand, landing on the floor. I pursed my lips and bent down to retrieve it.
Emmett would be pissed off if any of the pages were ripped. Flipping it, so I could clean off any of the dirt, my hand froze on the page.
I could not believe what I was seeing.
Surely, this was a hoax and wasn't her.
Just look at those eyes! Of course it is! the voice nagged. I swallowed down the venom that rushed it's way into my mouth, pooling from the ever existent desire that was surging through my body at the moment.
The woman on the page was beautiful, gorgeous, stunning, striking…the list goes on and on. She had soft, dark brown hair that was in a mess all over the white sheets she was laying on. Her make up was light; a bit of lip gloss on her rosy lips and a bit of eye shadow around her picturesque eyes. Her skin was creamy white and left me urging to run my hand along her arm. She was naked, but a white sheet was draped over her body, hiding her superb breasts and the apex of her thighs from the rest of the world. She left me wanting to run over to her and do things I couldn't ever imagine doing to a regular woman.
And although I felt like I didn't know her, I felt like I did. She looked exactly like my Bella. My angel Bella. Someone who never wore make up and was fully covered, never showing cleavage. And yet here she was (possibly), nude and exposing herself to the universe.
It felt like millennia's that I was standing there, staring at the same photo. Jasper's voice suddenly startled me, making me abruptly close the magazine. "Edward?" he called.
"Yes, Jasper?" I asked attentively.
"What are you doing?" He looked to the magazine and back to me, his face full of confusion. "And why do you have one of Emmett's Playboy magazines in your hand? You're not resorting to porn, are you?" he asked, stifling his laughter.
I glared. "No, I'm not. Emmett just asked me if I could get the mail for him, and I did. So what if I was looking through it?" I asked, my chin raising a bit.
Jasper shook his head. "No, nothing. I just find it sort of amusing. I thought you'd get dibs on the internet, instead of some flimsy magazine where they Photoshop their women." A light-bulb suddenly went off in my head.
Photoshop.
They probably Photo shopped the young women, making her seem like my Bella. Only more redefined and a bit curvier with larger breasts. I smiled lazily. Paranoia was really getting to me.
"Yeah, you're right. Just a bunch of fake girls." I shrugged and walked back in, setting the mail on the table. Someone else could pick it all up.
But as I began walking back up to my room, I couldn't help but walk right back down and open the magazine, searching for the picture of the stunning woman.
I found the picture, and quick as ever, I ripped it out, folded it and stuck it in my pocket. I'd be damned if I was going to let the picture of this lady slip away from me. Bella or not.
And although I could care less if this wasn't, I wanted to get to the bottom of this.
There were two options to this predicament.
One: Ask Alice what was going on with Bella and move on from there. Which left me with telling Alice, who would tell Jasper because face it, they can't hide anything from each other. Which wasn't supposed to happen, because this was a solo mission.
Two: Research Bella Swan, find the nearest airport, book a trip to Los Angeles, California and visit the Playboy Mansion. Screw the goddamn sun, I just needed to know.
Option two was really siding with me.
So I ran back up to my room, turned on my computer and sat at my desk, staring at the search engine for a good five minutes. Operation Find Bella Swan was now in effect.
A/N: Well, I had written the first chapter before, but when I was looking over it again, I felt like it was really lacking. So I erased it all and started from scratch. I'm really happy how this turned out, actually. I thought I did pretty alright for Edward's thoughts. Now it's up to you. Yay or a nay? Remember to review, alert and favorite! Keeps me writing. This story will be updated every Thursdays. And nooo, I did not forget about Prude Turned Porn Star. I have it done, but I was busy with this first chapter, and now I'm going to the grocery store. So it'll have to wait. Incest Holds the Family together is also finished, but I'm throwing that one in on Tuesday. School's ending this week and you know what that means? UPDATES DAILY! Woo! So, remember to review! Because if not, how am I going to update every Thursday? So, go, go, go! Thanks to Allison for editing : D
Song used: Call It Karma – Silverstein