AN: hey guys, so I got inspired to write another story, don't worry to those are still reading US I will be continuing that story, matter of fact I will be updating that sometime this week sorry for the delay. Maybe this can satisfy your hunger for a little while?

Here's a longer summary!

Bella didn't know what she was walking into… literally. When her friends dare her to go on the US hit TV show 'Dating in the Dark' she thinks it'll be nothing but fun. Wrong!

Friendships are tested, and trust is broken when love is involved. The results leave someone heartbroken but can loved ones find their way back to each other? AH, Edward/Bella, Rated M, beware of LEMONS!

Read on, this is just an intro; tell me what you think at the bottom!

Be warned! There will be some angst mystery and drama but also romance. There may be some Jasper at the beginning but I promise you it's an Edward/Bella story.

Any questions or thoughts press the little pretty button and let me know what your thinking! That's all from me!

Masquerade

BPOV

I tapped my pen against my desk methodically again and again.

Tap

Tap

Tap

The sound could be considered aggravating but at the moment it was my only entertainment. I'm a student at the University of Washington. A dreary college in a dreary state, I also lived in the famous dreary town called forks.

I didn't live far from here but I'm one of those girls that couldn't be bothered to wake up at the ass crack of dawn and make my way here. So yeah I live in one of the many dorms with my two best friends.

"And so in many ways Heathcliff's behaviour can be analysed as..." Professor Hale droned on and on. I zoned out yet again.

Rosalie Hale, his daughter and my best friend would sigh and say "I can't believe he's teaching here" that had been her catchphrase ever since she found out her father applied for this position. Little did she know because of him, I was regretting my decision of choosing literature.

I loved it really, I loved reading and writing and just analysing little things. But where would it get me? What could I do with a degree in Literature?

"Miss Swan?" Professor Hale snapped me out of my reverie.

He had a smirk on his face... He did this all the time! He and my father were good friends... So of course he'd report my behaviour in his lessons to my maker.

"Professor?" I asked innocently batting my eyelashes, ignoring the looks I was receiving from my fellow classmates.

"Pay attention!" He snapped narrowing his eyes and losing the smirk.

I swallowed nervously and nodded.

He continued his lecture and I zoned out yet again, he reminded me of Rosalie a lot.

He was stern and could be bitchy. Just like her. He could be nice and endearing even, but only to those he cared about. Just like her. Cross him and you'd be on his shit list for life, no matter how much grovelling you did. Just like her.

They even looked alike and I mean almost identical, besides the hair. She had his shining blue orbs and striking good looks, instead of the brown locks he had, she had her mother's golden blonde.

The bell rang and I sat up in shock. Time flies when you're having fun eh?

"Don't forget to hand in your essays on Monday! 5000 words, that's the least I'm expecting, any less and you shall face the repercussions" Johnathon, I mean Professor Hale finished. Posh bastard.

"Have a nice weekend, class dismissed"

I shoved my books roughly into my bag and slung it over my shoulder; I was trying to be sly. I was hoping I'd make it out of the door before he noticed me.

"Miss Swan I'd like to speak with you before you leave" he muttered sternly.

Maybe I could still leave and pretend like I hadn't heard?

I tiptoed towards the exit... A couple more steps! Almost there...

"Miss Swan?" I cringed, "Yes sir?" I didn't turn to face him hoping this would be quick.

"Come back here" he said with little amusement in his voice.

I sunk into myself and reluctantly made my way back to his desk.

"Bella I wish you'd pay attention in class you've got so much potential" he said in a fatherly manner, his blue eyes showing nothing but care.

I resisted the urge to roll my own eyes; he said this after every class! Yawn!

"Mr Hale-"

"Call me John there's no one here" he interrupted with a smile.

I always called him John but had gotten used to calling him 'sir' or 'professor' or 'Mr Hale' because of our classes. I couldn't call him John around his students, first because he had respect issues and second because it wouldn't be fair to the other students. According to him it would seem as if he were being biased. But I hardly doubt the other freshman would care.

"John" I smiled and started again "I do pay attention it's just sometimes my mind runs away with me" I shrugged sheepishly.

He nodded and chuckled, "Just try a little harder that's all I ask for" he placed a hand on my shoulder, "Have a good weekend Bella" he walked away over to his desk and began rearranging his papers.

"You too" I walked off and as I reached the door he stopped me, "Oh! And happy belated birthday"

"Don't remind me..." I groaned and with a wave left the classroom.

Walk away from one Hale and bump into another.

"Bells! What took you so long? I swear this happens all the time... Are you secretly fucking my dad?" Rose joked and pulled me into a hug.

"Ew Rose, gross… thanks for the image" I shuddered and returned the embrace.

"Anyway let's hurry! We've got to meet up with Alice and get ready for the charity ball" she clapped her hands and slipped and arm through mine dragging me along.

The Charity Ball.

Did I want to go? Definitely not.

How I and my family even got invites was beyond me. Only the rich and VIP went to those things and I was hardly rich or a very important person. I'm just an 18 year old small town girl. My mother, Renee, was a stay at home mom and my father, Charlie; well he was the chief of police in forks. Maybe that's why we got invites; he did play an important role in our community. That made him one of the VIP, my mom and I well… we were just tag-a-longs.

People like Rosalie and Alice belonged there. I mean Rosalie's father was a professor and her mother was Victoria... THE Victoria! Designer and owner of Victoria's Secrets for god sakes!

"Don't make me go Rose" I whined, giving her my puppy dog eyes as we rode the elevator up to our room.

"Bella you have to! It's called being chivalrous and ladylike you can't decline an invite!"

She had me there... She grabbed my arm and dragged my unwilling self towards our dorm, she swiftly unlocked the door and I was attacked by the devil.

"Bella! OMG I'm so excited, the ball is going to be great! Elegant and beautiful and just perfect" My boisterous lovely Alice. She was best friend number two.

Her 4ft5 self was bouncing around, literally! Little Miss Brandon was also part of that VIP list, her father was a top businessman, and her mother Mary was best friends with my mom. She was a famous chef and had many of her own restaurants around the country! She always swapped recipes with my mom even though she didn't need them.

The three of us were basically connected through our parents; we met at a young age, grew up together and went to the same high school and now college. We were pretty much inseparable.

Alice was a pixie, she had inherited that from her parents but that didn't stop her passion for... Everything! She had violet eyes, unusual yes but beautiful, they always lit up when she was being compassionate and that was most of the time. She had short cropped black hair that flicked out, she was unique and she was lovely.

Compared to the two of them I looked like a worn out rug. Yes rug. I had plain wavy brown hair that Alice swore was amazing and full of nutrition, I also had normal chocolate brown eyes that Rosalie swore were expressive. On top of that I was abnormally pale, we all were, living in the rainiest state ever but I was far paler. I looked almost ghostly. But the two of them swore that it meant I'd always have flawless skin and I'd never need blusher since I was pretty much red in the face all the time. I was always falling over, embarrassing myself or just being plain stupid. Oh well that's me.

"Bella... Why aren't you excited?" Alice was dumbfounded by my lack of enthusiasm.

"You know how she is about these kinds of shindigs Ally-cat" Rose snickered and walked over to her bed; she grabbed her charging blackberry and started typing away. She did that a lot nowadays.

"Who is it now?" I arched a brow and threw myself on my own bed spread eagle.

"Royce King" Alice giggled, and I sat up fast… "THE Royce King?!" I gasped.

"Yup! Can you believe it?" Alice squealed looking dreamy eyed.

Royce King was… well in one word, HOT. He was a senior here and we saw him from time to time. Rosalie promised she'd make him hers, and I guess she was following through with that plan. He liked her, it was obvious, it didn't bother him she was a freshman, he always rang her and texted her and begged her to meet him, she was going with the hard to get route. He was gorgeous, dark hair, sexy body and mysterious aura. Just what every girl wants eh?

I'm a girl I knew a fit guy when I saw one, but he just wasn't my type.

"Whatever, enough about him, Bella…" Alice gave me the look and pointed towards the bathroom

"No please Alice!" I groaned, she simply glared at me, I followed her instructions, you see I was Alice's little play doll. She loved dressing me and giving me makeovers whenever the opportunity showed itself. I was used to it now.

I entered the bathroom and stripped, before stepping under the hot scalding water, I shut the shower curtain; it was part of the routine. I really just wanted to get this day over with. I hated getting dolled up and pretty.

I sighed and started meticulously scrubbing myself. I shaved everything and washed my hair in my favourite strawberry scented shampoo. When I was done I stepped out of the shower and wrapped myself in the plush red towel.

I wiped the steam away from the mirror and dried myself down; I looked to my right and saw my undergarments neatly laid out on top of a towel.

Alice.

The first time she did that I almost killed her, hence the shower curtain. I slipped on the sexy lacy black knickers before slipping on the matching strapless bra. Knowing Rose we always got the nicest PJ's and lingerie.

Oh no not this again.

I saw the dreaded corset, Alice loved putting me in it and I hated it. It made me look amazing but needless to say I liked breathing more. I looked away and starting creaming my now dry skin before spraying myself with antiperspirant. I picked up the corset and left the bathroom to see both Rose and Alice already dressed. They both looked breath-taking.

Alice was wearing a floor length black gown that was shimmering in the light, it was silky and it wrapped tightly around her waist before flaring out slightly, it had a sweetheart neckline and didn't show much cleavage. The contrast was stunning; she looked like a floating angel. It was sexy but not sleazy, it was perfect. There were sparkles on the bottom of her dress, but besides that it was a very simple garment. Her hair was its usual spikey self, her make-up done magically. Her eye shadow was dark and smoky, her lips vibrant red.

Rosalie was rocking a plain red dress; it stopped just above her knees and had capped sleeves that ended midway between her elbow and shoulder. The neckline was square shaped; it showed off her collarbones and showed a little cleavage. It was far too sexy but she owned it. Her hair was very straight, she never did it that way but it suit her very well. Her make-up was done similarly to Alice's smoky eyes but instead of the black eye shadow she had red and red lipstick to finish it off.

"What do you think?" Alice twirled.

"You guys look amazing, what's with the eye shadow though?" I asked smiling curiously, sitting on the edge of my bed in nothing but my underwear. I had nothing to be shy about it was just these two.

"Of course we do" Rose giggled arrogantly, that was just how she was.

"You'll understand in a bit Bella" Alice said knowingly, with a smirk.

Rose chuckled, "I'll start Bella's make-up you do her hair Ally"

Alice nodded, getting serious.

I sighed and stood up to sit in front of the large dresser. The mirror had lights in it just like Sharpay's from High School Musical.

Alice.

Let the torture begin. Alice pulled and tugged on my hair, styling it and burning my scalp often while Rose smacked layer and layer of make-up on my face. Finally it was over as quickly as it began. Alice ran off to retrieve my dress and Rose blind folded me, not wanting me to see my dress until I was 'complete'. She held the corset against my chest while Alice quickly tied up the back, pulling on the strings tightly until I was blue in the face. Once that was done I was more than certain that my ribs were overlapping one another. They assured me that wasn't the case. I didn't believe them.

They told me to lift one foot up, then the other, I did so and felt the silky fabric of my dress brush against my skin, it was strapless and that was all I could tell. Rose zipped up the back and Alice undid my blindfold. I slowly opened my eyes and was overwhelmed by royal blue.

I looked amazing. I didn't look like me.

I had on a strapless blue dress that wrapped tightly around my torso and flared a little at my hips. Along the bust there were blue diamond's adorning the edges. The front was shorter length wise; it stopped at my knees and as it went round the back got longer. It was floor length at the back and had a little train too. My hair was wavy and swept over my shoulder, held down by clips, my make-up was smoky but with blue. My lips were also red, but because of my abnormal paleness, it looked like my lips were bleeding.

"Wow" I breathed, blinking rapidly.

"We're amazing" Alice boasted with her hands on her hips.

"These are all designer dresses they should be wow" Rose chuckled.

"Thanks guys honestly!" I hugged them both.

I couldn't afford these kind of things but they both always seemed to be willing to buy them for me, whether I refused of not.

"Don't get all emotional Bella you'll ruin your make-up!" Alice murmured seriously.

I rolled my eyes, that was such an Alice thing to say.

"Now for the finishing touches!" Alice ran over to her bed and picked up three shoe boxes and put one in front of me and the other in front of Rose.

"Okay open!" Alice squealed.

Rose opened hers first and inside were a pair of gold heels at least 7inches high including a platform.

"Wow Alice! Christian Louboutins!" Rose screeched delightedly.

I may have had an aversion to heels but even I knew what they were. The distinctive red sole said it all. Rose slipped on the golden leather shoes and grew 7inches.

"You too Bella" I opened my box and saw a similar pair to Rosalie's expect mine were black, nice and simple just how I liked it.

"Thank Alice but you know I can barely walk on a flat surface in normal shoes let alone these" I smiled shyly.

"It's actually scientifically proven women walk better in heels because it fixes their posture and forces them to focus on their steps" she said knowingly. No point in arguing with her. I slipped them on.

"Perfect fit" I grinned at her,

"You know me" she grinned back.

She pulled out her own silver pair and grew as tall as I originally am.

"Wow the views great from up here" she teased and we all laughed at her joke.

"One more thing, as you both know it's a masquerade ball so..." She left and returned with three more boxes.

"Masks!" She handed them out and we all delicately put on the beautiful masks making sure the strap at the back wasn't visible.

Alice had a black one with white feathers along the top and little silver specks all over it, matching her outfit. Mine was dark blue and black with blue jewels adorning the edge, just like my dress. There were jet black feathers on the sides of mine. Rosalie was wearing a red one with gold diamonds and feathers decorating it. They weren't full face masks so you could see our lips and noses but besides that only our eyes. Now I knew why the eye shadow was necessary.

Now to finish our routine we stood in a circle.

"Breath check!" I said.

We all leaned in and exhaled. "Good to go" I smiled.

"Teeth" Rosalie spoke seriously; we all grinned as wide as we could.

"Alice there's lipstick on your tooth" I pointed out; she smiled and wiped it away.

"Armpits" Alice finished off our routines as we lifted our arms up and turned our heads to the left, before turning to the right and doing the same.

Call us weird but we had to make sure.

"Perfect now we're ready!" Alice squealed again.

Rose grabbed her cell and called her driver, "Felix we're ready... Okay we're on our way" she snapped it shut.

"We're fashionably late girls, its 8:30 and Felix's waiting" she announced.

"Let's go" Alice slipped her arm through mine and Rosalie's; we left our messy room and made our way to the elevator.

I hoped this was going to be a good night.

-x-

We pulled up outside the only grand hall in forks. Our town was dingy but it had its moments. I'd only ever been here once and even thought the outside looked old and Victorian the inside was absolutely breath-taking.

Felix came around the car and opened the door like a proper gentleman, I stepped out into the frosty air followed by Alice and Rose.

"Ohhh we're finally here!" Alice beamed before sprinting ahead of us, which was pretty impressive considering the shoes she was wearing. I clung to Rose and we walked to the entrance.

A huge buff guy in a black tailored suit stood at the door, "Name" he spoke sternly.

"Hale, Brandon and Swan" Rosalie replied confidently, he looked at his clipboard briefly before smiling and stepping aside.

"Enjoy your evening ladies" he gestured for us to go on.

"Thank you" I answered politely following Alice in.

You could only describe the inside in so little words. White marble tiles, high ceilings and huge chandeliers. Gold drapes covering the huge floor to ceiling windows, and cream walls.

The interior designer must have been a genius. It was beautiful. I was in awe, just as Rosalie and Alice were.

"Wow... I've been here so many times but it still stuns me" Alice murmured.

"Look how many people are here!" Rosalie whispered harshly as to not draw attention to herself.

I dropped my gaze from the lights and looked around.

Men, lots of them in tux's and suits dressed formaly with black masks covering half their faces.

Women, dressed in all the colours you could think of, I felt like I walked into a rainbow. Some were dancing, others drinking and mingling.

"Glad we made it before the auction, my dad would have murdered me" Alice released a sigh of relief.

Speaking of parents... "Hey guys, who are my parents talking to? They're over to our right... Three o'clock" I asked curiously.

I could see a beautiful couple, a man with combed back blonde hair, with shining emerald eyes I could see from here, beside him a dazzling beauty, with caramel coloured hair and hazel eyes. She looked amazingly young, so did he matter of fact.

"Oh those are the Cullens, they always host these events" Rosalie answered me following my gaze.

"Man oh man I'd fuck Mr Cullen anyday" she added with a dreamy sigh.

My head swivelled to the right so quick I felt dizzy, Alice copied my movement. We both looked at her as if she were crazy...

"What? Oh like you wouldn't" she tried to reason and rolled her eyes.

"Meet at the toilets in 10?" Alice confirmed, "Yeah see you guys in a while" I replied nodding before we all separated to find our makers.

As I neared my parents, my steps grew slow, shy even, I didn't want to interrupt. I didn't have to.

"Isabella! You're late" my mother scolded, still smiling.

"Sorry mom, Alice" I explained not needing to say anymore.

"Nothing wrong with being fashionably late Renee" the beautiful caramel haired woman chuckled heartily. My mother joined her, "Well you're here now" my father smiled placing a kiss on my cheek.

"Carlisle, Esme, meet Isabella, our daughter" Charlie introduced.

"Its lovely to meet you darling" Esme placed a kiss on my cheeks and gave me a warm hug. She was so sweet and just as beautiful up close.

"You too Mrs Cullen" I smiled politely,

"Oh you make me feel old! Please call me Esme"

"A pleasure to meet you Isabella" Mr Cullen said softly, his voice like velvet, he took my hand and placed a chaste kiss upon it.

Drool… shit was I drooling?! I surreptitiously ran a hand over my mouth… nothing, phew! Oh god now I looked like an idiot touching my face like that and I totally forgot about the lipstick! Fuckity fuck just…. FUCK, and now he was staring at me like I was crazy… why?

Oh my god earth to brain…. Respond! Hello? Are you still up there?!

I blushed furiously, "You too M-Mr Cullen" I stuttered embarrassingly.

He smiled a panty dropping smile, "Please call me Carlisle" he nodded, "Only if you'll both in return call me Bella" I paused, "My father calls me Isabella when I'm in trouble" I added with a nervous chuckle.

They all started laughing, "Where's your son tonight Carlisle?" Charlie asked curiously.

"He's taking care of Bree, our youngest"

"Ohh how sweet, I'd love to meet her" Renee gushed, she loved little children, sometimes she still treated me as if I were one.

"I'm sorry to interrupt, but may I be excused?" I asked politely, "Yes of course" my father smiled, "Make sure your back in time for the auction" he reminded me.

"I'll be quick" I assured him, "Carlisle, Esme" I smiled at them both before swiftly pacing away to the toilet.

I wonder why my father was being so posh all of a sudden, my mother too. My dad was more of a baseball and beers kinda guy, not balls and formality. I guess he just didn't want to embarrass himself in front of the most important people.

"Bella you in here?" I heard Rosalie's voice, "Yeah!"

She rushed in with Alice hot on her heels and gave me a knowing look. She tapped her heel a couple of times before I couldn't take it anymore.

"Goddamnit he's sexy!" I groaned biting my lip. Rosalie smirked, giving me a 'told you so' look.

"He kissed my hand! I'm never washing it I swear... Oh and his voice, I almost orgasmed by the sound of it"

"Bella!" Alice giggled, I continued like a mad woman!

"It gets better... He's got a son!"

"Yeah we know he goes to our college, he's a sophomore though" Rose shrugged.

"How have I not seen him?!" I think I'd notice someone whose father was the God of all models!

Alice shrugged, "I've personally never laid eyes on him, don't even know his name" she picked at her nails uninterested.

"Same but I think Royce might know him, he always hangs with him and his crew" Rose said thoughtfully, "though I've never really seen them either"

I shrugged, acting nonchalant, "Oh well, let's get back out there before Charlie comes looking for me with his gun" I sighed.

They nodded and walked ahead while I was lost in my thoughts. I had to see this other Cullen, I just had a feeling, a good one. I needed to know who he was or I'd be obsessing over him forever. God forbid that happen again.

I remember this one time in middle school, these group of girls were being horrible to me, then a boy named Marcus stepped in to help me. I think he started to regret it after a while though, I'd been obsessed with trying to repay my 'savior'. He moved.

I needed to find out who this other Cullen was.

Soon.

-x-

EPOV

"Bree!"

That little brat was in my room again I could just fucking tell. The OCD side in me could sense disorder; here I was being a fucking freak trying to look for it.

This is ridiculous.

"BREE!" I shouted for the thousandth time.

"Yes Eddie?" she peeked round the corner of my door, her bright mischievous green eyes similar to my own, and her brown curly looks falling over her shoulder.

"Were you in here?" I asked softening my voice a little. I loved my little sister and wouldn't harm a hair on her head; I would fucking break anyone who did.

"Nope" she replied popping the 'p' before skipping away.

But sometimes she just drove me crazy.

I shut the door in frustration and continued to scope out my room, looking for the cause of my headache.

Here I was, Edward fucking Cullen, babysitting. I had to cancel my plans with Jessica for my parents. Fucksake I needed a good fuck to get rid of all my pent up tension.

"I'll buy you a new car Edward" he had said, I better get that fucking car. My dad knew me like the back of his hand, those seven words and I'd do anything. He knew it, I knew it.

I looked over at my bookshelf and saw one book looking a little wonky. Relief flooded through my body, I quickly fixed it and my headache faded and finally the irritation ceased to exist.

I flopped down on my bed and before long I was thinking of sex again and how sweet it would be to be pounding Jessica right now. She wasn't a great fuck… nothing surreal but she'd be the only one available right now. She'd do.

Maybe she could come over...

I picked up my phone and dialled her number; she was on speedial like fucking dial-a-hoe. I laughed at my own joke. Fucking classic.

"Hello?"

"Come over? I fucking need you" I got straight to the point.

"I thought you had to cancel for your sister?" She all but moaned.

"Don't worry your pretty little head and be here in 10"

"Isn't your sister home?"

"She's sleeping... You coming or not?" I sighed frustrated; she was such a nosy bitch.

"Oh I'm coming baby" she said seductively, really she sounded fucking dumb but I wasn't gonna burst her bubble.

I hung up with no 'bye' or any type of farewell really. I got up and went on a search for Bree.

"Baby B?" My mom called her that and soon I'd picked up the habit.

I found her passed out in her room with the telly still on. I smiled at her innocence and switched it off before tucking her in properly. I closed her curtains before leaving the room and shutting the door tightly behind me.

I then went in search for one of the many maids and helpers here. I spotted one in the kitchen, when she noticed she bowed respectfully, "Master Cullen, anything I can help you with sir?"

I smiled, "No need to do that bowing shit, I just wanted to say I have a guest coming and when she arrives send her to the guest room on the top floor"

"Not your room sir?" She asked brows furrowed, she was really very pretty, I didn't really understand why she was working as a maid especially when she was so fucking young.

I shook my head at her question, "No"

She nodded before continuing with her work.

I went back to my own room and took my top off leaving me in just my sweatpants; I then went to the guest room across the hall and waited. I threw myself on my bed my thoughts wondering off.

I wonder what Jazz and Em are doing now? They had to go to that fucking charity ball where all the rich come to flaunt there money. Honestly they didn't give a fuck about the suffering people out in the world. They just wanted to outbid each other to make oneself look better. Fucking idiots.

I knew my parents cared in actuallity since it was their foundation but I always refused to go, I wasn't going to surround myself with a bunch of fake people that pretended to care.

My father was the CEO of Cullen Inc. My mother was an interior designer and a good one too. Not only that but my father was only the chief of medicine and was a surgeon at Forks Hospital. So to say I was so fucking rich my urine was gold would be an understatement.

My father always told me I was someday going to lead Cullen Inc. Whether I wanted to or not. Great right? No not so great. I didn't want to continue my father's legacy and make money because of my last name... I wanted to create my own legacy, make my own money. He was my dad and I always loved him but sometimes he put himself before me.

The moment I turned 18 my life wasn't my own anymore, fuck that shit I moved out to the dorms at the University of Washington as soon as possible. Did I feel guilty for pretty much running away from my mom and leaving my sister? Yes. Did it make a difference I left? No. my father was still controlling me, so to say our relationship was strained was the understatement of the fucking century. Maybe even millennium.

So I wanted my own life... Fucking sue me.

But like I said I didn't really have a choice which is why I was going to major in business at Washington. I hated every single fucking minute of it. It was just boring all this shit I just didn't want to fucking know. If it wasn't for Jasper and Emmett I don't know what I'd do.

I roughly dragged my hands down my face in frustration when I heard a knock on my bedroom door.

"Yeah? What?" I asked rudely.

"Master Cullen you have a guest" one of the maids said nervously behind the closed door.

"Let them in" I replied my frustration disappearing instantly, a different kind of frustration taking over me.

Not a minute had passed before Jessica walked in wearing a miniskirt that was pretty much a piece of fabric and a boob tube. She was pretty, but she always overdid it with the make-up. She had blue eyes that she could barely see through due to thick fake lashes, flawless skin that she covered in layers of fucking orange, and a nice body that she covered in nothing. She had it all fucked up. She could even be girlfriend material, maybe if she wasn't so hung up on my dick. Not my girlfriend though… Edward Cullen didn't do girlfriends.

Royce had once told me she reminded him of his girl Roxie or something, I'd never seen her so I wouldn't know but according to him, my latest squeeze was nothing compared to his. Who cares? Face down fucking ass up.

I got up and licked my lips slowly stalking towards her with my signature panty dropping smirk.

-x-

We lay under the clean cotton covers in post-coital bliss; Jessica was against my chest when suddenly she straddled my naked hips.

"Another round?" I chuckled at her greed, flicking my tongue out at her naked breast which was inches from my face. She supressed a moan before leaning back a little, a look of determination in her eyes.

"No" she shook her head a little frown covering her forehead. Her action caused her mussed up 'I just got fucked' blonde curls to fly around, her blue eyes looking down at me in hesitation.

"Then what?" I asked my own curiousity reaching its peak.

"Why won't you kiss me?" Her frustration laced her words in a hiss.

I cocked a brow before I gripped her hips and pushed her off me gently. I pulled my boxers and sweatpants on before turning to look at her.

She sat on the edge of the bed the sheets wrapped around her petite body.

"You know I don't do that shit" I gave her a nonchalant shrug, grabbing the chair beside me and straddling it.

She sighed in confusion, "Why?" She began to slowly dress herself.

I ran a hand through my bronze hair, "Too intimate, it's just sex Jess no need to add that shit" I gave her an annoyed look.

She looked away from my heated gaze, looking rather dejected. I sighed before pinching the bridge of my nose, my temper flaring.

"You can let yourself out" I stalked out leaving her in my angry wake.

Welcome to my fucking life.

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