Bad Boy Sees Good Girl
Could she be any more obvious? What a fucking idiot. Edward Masen eyed the slutterific woman with bored amusement. Ever since he had entered the club, this chick had all but fucked him. At least not with her body. Now her eyes had been repeatedly stripping him naked and well fucking him senseless. Hell, if her eyes alone could do that, well then by all means would he fuck her.
"So Lauren," he smoothly began.
"It's Jessica!"
Inwardly, he winced. Outwardly, he continued on, pretending to ignore that small mistake. "Jessica, I was wondering if you'd like to come to my house for a glass of wine. Maybe we could talk for a while?"
And by talking, I mean you using your mouth in that other creative way that women use it for.
He watched her face as she fell for that one. Score for Masen tonight. It was too easy sometimes. Having the incredible luck in the looks department always managed to sack a chick for the night.
Cue the intense i-wanna-do-you-right-now green eyes and that half smirk and everything else after that was a piece of fucking cake.
"Sure Edward, let just go tell my friends goodbye."
He watched her go to her friends, watched her repeatedly point to him and the looks of jealousy and lust on her friends faces. Sorry ladies, maybe next time.
He turned back to bar, placed bill on the counter and started to head towards Jessica. That was until her saw her.
She was sitting at a corner table only a few feet away from him, with a group of people, who were all enjoying various drinks. Except for her. She just sat there, watching her friends get drunk, holding her small bag and laughing occasionally at the beefy looking guy next to her. Her hair, a dark brown maybe, was loose and curly on her shoulders, framing her heartshaped face. And when she threw back her head and laughed, all her hair came off her slender shoulders, revealing a slender throat.
She turned to talk to a small, pixie like woman with short, spiky black hair, talking animatedly with her hands. Her big friend turned to his other side and started nuzzling some blonde bombshells neck.
He wanted to go over there, and get her name. He would have except for Jessica, who was headed this way.
"Ready babe?"
Jessica, compared to HER, looked plain. But then again, a score was a score so maybe next time…
"Yeah, let's go."
In order to leave, he had to walk past her table. Pass her. Right before he did, looked at her, watched her look at him with these incredible brown eyes. He watched as pink bloomed in her cheeks as she quickly turned her head towards her beefy companion. He also caught a wiff of freesias and strawberry. It made his dick throb.
With a reaction like that, he really wanted to see her again. He wanted to turn around ask her name, but Jessica was waiting. Maybe next time…
BPOV
"Are you done yet?" grumbled Bella Swan as Alice hairsprayed and curled another section of Bella's hair.
"Beauty takes time Bella."
"It's not a hollywood event Alice. Just a club."
"A club where you might meet a potential someone. You never know."
"Remind me again, why I decided to let you and Emmet talk me into this?"
"Because we wouldn't accept no for an answer and you don't ever do anything fun."
"I do too!" she insisted.
"Oh really?" said Alice, an eyebrow raised, "tell me, what does Isabella Swan do for fun that a normal person would consider fun? That means reading, working or cooking does not count."
Well damn.
"Look Alice, I do appreciate it, but all I would rather do is curl up with a good book."
"I'm sorry Bella, but trust me when I say, this night is something you really need."
Bella rolled her eyes and said nothing more. You just couldn't argue with Alice when she set her mind to something.
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An hour later, Bella stood before a floor length mirror, eyeing her glossy, curled hair and the outfit Alice had forced her to wear. Dark jeans that hung low on her hips, fitting her body tightly and a light blue halter top. It was way out of her comfort zone, but Alice insisted that this particular shade of blue complemented her skin and refused to let her wear a simple t-shirt.
She was glad Alice had applied only minimal amounts of make-up. Just mascara and lipgloss.
"Hey Bella, ready to go?"
Rosalie Hale, stood in the doorway, her long blonde hair, teased seductively around her face. She was a knockout tonight dressed in a black cocktail dress. No wonder her brother, Emmet had fallen for her. She was gorgeous and confident.
"Yep, just preparing myself for the crazy night ahead."
Rose laughed and said, "It won't be that bad."
"Haha, you've obviously have never hung out with Alice before. Oh boy, you're in for a surprise."
The two made their way downstairs where Emmet sat on the couch, flipping through channels. He turned off the tv when he saw Bella and Rose coming down.
"And who is this knockout? Is this my little sister Bella? Well hot damn."
Bella blushed and said, "Oh stop it Emmet. I had no choice. You know how Alice get's when she's around clothes."
Alice smiled smugly and said, "You only get perfection."
They all laughed and headed out the door.
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In the middle of their club hopping, the group headed to a club called Club Jauguar and by that time Bella was exhausted. She didn't get how Alice had all this pent up energy and could easily make it from club to club.
They managed to grab a table in a corner, convienently located next to the bar.
Bella watched her friends drink their asses off, laughing at the ridicoulous things Emmet said. Despite her earlier grumblings, Bella was enjoying herself. As Emmet leaned in to say some nonsense, she threw back her head and laughed uncontrollably at the absurdity of Emmets comment.
While attempting to calm down, she felt a pair of eyes on her and looked in the direction of the bar. Sitting on a stool was the sexiest man she had ever seen. And he was looking in her direction. Bella quickly turned and started talking to Alice.
"Alice", she said, hoping her friend wasn't too drunk, "that man over at the bar, is he looking over here."
Alice looked over quickly and nodded.
"Why?"
"Uhm, no reason. Just curious."
She tried sneaking glimpses of him, but her vision was obscured by the brunette woman who was talking to him. He started walking towards her and Bella's palms became slick.
Try not stare. Yet she felt those eyes on her and made the mistake of looking right at him. Bad idea. She happened to lock eyes with some of the most intense green eyes. They made her heart pound and a blush spread across her face.
She watched him smirk as he passed by her. Jerk.
"Bella, you oksy over there?"
Shme smiled at alice and said, "I'm fine."
Later that evening or morning depending upon who you asked, as Bella closed her eyes, a handsome face floated before her eyelids.
Who was he?I
