(Caught in A) Bad Romance

Chapter One

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"I want your love and I want your revenge.

You and me could write a bad romance."

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I drive in my old red pickup truck as I blare the radio not giving a fuck if the speakers blow. This is my jam and I won't turn it down for anything. I nod my head to the beat and tap my fingers against the steering wheel like I'm some ridiculous drummer in a rock band.

I definitely could write a bad romance and my ending would be so bittersweet. One guy tries to kill his brothers' girlfriend and within the blink of an eye, the entire family magically disappears.

It could be a best seller, right?

"I want your love and I want your revenge…," I sing off tune but I don't care. It doesn't matter how I feel, anyway. It never did to begin with.

Obviously.

Pulling up into the familiar circular driveway, I shift the gear into park and hop out while swinging my bag over my shoulder. I want to get ready as soon as possible. Who knows when he will get here?

Unlocking the door, I make my way inside and look over the inventory that is scattered across the floor. The candles are still here from last night and the blankets are still in a small pile by the window. I can't believe I forgot to wash the blankets before I left. That's something I never forget to do.

How the hell did we get all the way over there, anyway?

I drop my bag on the floor and grab the blankets so I can hurry up and put them in the washer machine while it's still early. I don't want the blankets to be wet when he arrives. That would definitely kill the mood.

I toss them in and push the start button while I take off my clothes to wash as well. It's better to kill two birds with one stone, right? Nothing beats walking around in an empty house in your birthday suit.

I grab my outfit and bag of make up out of my bag. It's my trusty bag of tricks and all my goodies are inside. Everything I need to make a night worth while is in here. It ranges from condoms to sexy lingerie to things that would even make me blush.

I head upstairs to the master bedroom's adjoined bathroom. Since I already took a shower before I left, all I need to do is my hair and makeup. Looking at myself in the mirror, I barely recognize myself. My once murky brown hair is a vibrant blonde and the body I use to have that was so lanky is now a bit tanner and firm in all the right places. Yeah, I definitely don't look like any Isabella Swan the Cullen's may have ever seen before.

When did my life spiral out of control?

After Edward left, things changed and not for the better. I took up drinking, started hanging out with the wrong crowd, got introduced to drugs and let sex become the ultimate form of release… in more ways than one.

I became this shell of a person that I wasn't proud of. If Edward made me feel weak before, when he left, the feeling only intensified. I was ashamed of myself for crying over a man who I knew never loved me to begin with despite him trying to tell me otherwise. Turns out, I was right all along.

I was done being weak. I wanted to get rid of her and never see her ever again. One day I had enough and became her; that girl that everyone talks about. I'm the one girls warn their other friends about and I'm the girl that mothers want to keep away from their sons.

Yeah, I became that girl.

Every night, I give a man what they desire most and then I leave them to the cruel world, much like Edward did to me. These poor guys know what's to come, though. The whole town knows about me and my reputation after the Cullen's left, yet the men keep coming back for more. It keeps me occupied and it gives them a grand old time. I find the pleasure in it as well. Who knew sex could be so fun?

I get gifts ranging from simple things like clothes to trips on yachts in Spain. I have it all and I'm living my life now with no regrets.

This is my life now.

I apply a fresh coat of strawberry lip-gloss and smack my lips a couple times as I get the desired effect that I want; plump and luscious…or so Dale says. This is his favorite flavor and I pulled it out just for tonight.

Once I finish with my face, I slip into the naughty lingerie that I bought a few weeks ago in Port Angeles and admire myself in the mirror. Dale loves the color pink on me. He says it compliments my pale skin nicely and I have to agree. I look damn sexy.

Fluffing my hair up a few more times and giving myself a small nod, I smile knowing tonight will be fantastic. It always is with him. I slip on my heels and head downstairs to wait for another night of endless of fun.

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The doorbell rings once, then twice and I look around to make sure everything is in order. The blankets are set out nicely on the floor and the candles that are lit around the room give it that extra special touch. I've even got a bottle of oil in case we slow things down a bit, which is highly unlikely, but it never hurts to come prepared.

Opening the door, I greet Dale with a reassuring smile and wave him inside. I know he gets nervous when it comes to our… rendezvous…sessions…play time… meetings…

I can't think of a specific name for it.

He's quite a bit older than me and even though I am over the age of consent, he still fears Charlie will shoot him. No matter how many times I tell him not to worry, he's always a bit jittery. It's only at first; I usually get him to warm up after a minute or two.

"Hey," I purr, in my most sultry voice. Dragging him inside, I put my arms around his neck. "I've missed you. How was work?"

Not that I really care, but the polite thing to do is ask.

"Horrible," He sighs. "I got a call from Sophia telling me that her mother's sick and she's in the hospital."

Sophia is his wife of over ten years and apparently not giving up the goods anymore. That's where I come in.

"I'm sorry," I whisper seductively in his ear. "She doesn't like to have fun like we do."

"I know this," He shudders with desire under my touch and I smile. "Although, I don't think anyone has as much fun as we do."

"You're right," I lie. I have lots of fun with different people but I would never tell him that.

Dale's a good lover, but nothing extraordinary. He's selfish and cares about his own release and focuses on all that I can do for him, but I enjoy the power I have over him so it doesn't bother me too much. Besides the perks are amazing. After I gave him one hell of a blowjob, he bought me concert tickets to see a new band that I had been listening to.

Now, I'm no prostitute. I don't ask for these things. They're just a perk.

I pepper his jawline with feather light kisses that barely touch him and I can feel his arousal growing through his pants.

"She doesn't know if she's going to fly out to see her or not," he tells me. "If she does..."

"Lucky for us," I finish. "I can keep you to myself a little bit longer."

When did I become so heartless? That poor woman's mother is in the hospital and all I can think about is sex.

Nope, I still don't see a problem.

Sophia shops at the same grocery store that everyone in Forks shops at as well. Her hair is ratty with grayish undertones. She dresses like some art freak from the 70's and I'll be glad if she's gone for a while. I could use some extra Dale time.

Pushing his Jacket off his shoulders, I kiss him deeply and listen to him groan loudly in response to my touch.

His hands trail up and down my sides feeling the lacy fabric beneath his fingers and I press myself up against him, nipping at his neck. I kiss the same spot afterwards and pull away with a smile.

"You look so sexy," he murmurs. "I love you in pink."

That's exactly why I picked this. Because when he looks at me like that, I instantly become wet.

I squeal as he picks me up. I wrap my legs tightly around his waist, which causes me to feel his very large erection as it presses against me in the spot where I crave him the most.

"Oh baby…" I moan. "Let's get you out of these clothes."

"I don't want the blankets tonight, "he pants. "Let's do it on the piano."

"Really? Again?" I ask surprised. This is the third time this week. "You sure do like instruments."

"Not as much as you," he winks.

Touché.

Walking over to the piano, he sets me on the keys roughly and starts unbuttoning his pants. Since I'm not wearing anything under my tiny gown, we don't have to worry about any pointless undergarments to take off of me.

Shoving two fingers inside me, I throw my head back in ecstasy and let out a moan.

"Don't stop. Please don't stop." I plead.

"You got a condom?" he asks, breaking me away from my focus on his fingers. He abruptly pulls out and I sigh at the loss. "You said you were going to buy some more last night."

"Yeah." I huff but it comes out breathless and not annoyed, like how I feel.

"Do you like that?" he asks while motioning to his wet fingers that are leaving a wet trail up my thigh.

"Yes, so don't stop," I grit out.

He forcefully shoves his fingers back inside me and I arch into his hand, feeling a release coming soon. He pumps his fingers into me furiously and I reach out to stroke his member at the same time. I slide the pre cum over his tip and watch as he thrusts into my hand.

"Fuck, Bella... you're so wet," he whispers.

I love it when he talks dirty.

"Mhm." I mumble.

"You're a dirty girl aren't you?"

"You have no idea," I pant.

My body is in a lustful haze and right before I reach my climax, he stops, which pisses me off but it's expected. He needs his release now. My eyes snap open and I instantly pull my hand from his shaft.

"Get the condom, please." He pleads. "I can't last much longer."

Hopping off the piano and standing on my wobbly legs, I walk over to my bag and pull out a pink condom. Since it's his favorite color on me, I thought we could match. Sometimes I crack myself up.

He lifts my back onto the keys, much gentler this time and spreads my legs wide open.

"You're so sexy," He grins while looking at my dripping sex. "I can't wait to be inside you."

"I can't wait either."

"Put it on for me. I love it when you do it."

Did I mention he's a bit lazy, too?

Rolling it onto his length as quick as I possibly can, he lets out a deep moan that goes to straight to my core. I hitch one leg around his waist and he grabs my other to place it on his shoulder.

As soon as he enters, he lets out a guttural sigh. Pounding into me, I grab the edges of the piano and let out a scream as he hits me at just the right angle.

"You feel so good, Bella."

"Fuck... fuck...harder, Dale."

I smile at how funny this moment is. Here I am fucking Dale right on Edward's piano and it definitely isn't the first time this has happened, but I smile to myself every time.

If and when the Cullen's do come back, which I'm sure will be after I'm long gone; they won't be able to look at this place the same again. My scent is all over the house as well my garments that are scattered about in every nook and cranny.

I've had sex in every room in this house and knowing that I left my mark in the Cullen's home, pleases me greatly.

He never loved me anyway so why should I care?

Fuck you, Edward Cullen.

A/N:

This has been posted and the original A/N is posted below to keep readers aware of my idea for this story. But, I'm making changes in the editing department. It's been a while and I need to fix a lot of these...just a few things here and there. I will be fixing those typos by the way ;)

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Now, I'm not one to put lyrics into a story I write because I think it is just downright cheesy but I felt that this was the necessary approach for this one. I mean this is what Bella is feeling.

She's depressed and she loathes Edward for leaving her. She gave her whole heart to a man who left her and well... you know the drift. We've all read the books. ;)

I had a revelation and everything seemed to fall into place. The song is completely fitting to the story in more ways than one. In my eyes this entire story is a two part but it will be only uploaded as one. At least that's what I'm going for. LOL. So, we'll see. This is definitely still in the first stage so I'm not even sure on what is to come. LOL.

Bella is rebellious and turned into somewhat of a... well to simply put it, she's a whore. She finds men's desire's weak and she struggles to fulfill her own pain within them...or so I'm getting ;) Maybe its comfort or she is just sick and twisted. It's a whole lot of things and she is a complete mess.

Bad Romance can mean a few different things for Bella. It's all bad, but it's so good. It's fucked up but she doesn't care.

Towards the second half of what I want to get into… "Bad Romance" transforms into something else. It's still bad and oh so good but in a different way.

She simply wants the sickest part of something because she loves it.

That can line can be taken in different ways.

It's difficult to explain now but hopefully as the story continues, you will have a better understanding.

All I'm saying is that this is new and I can change my mind at any minute, but I'm pretty dead set on this as of right now. I'm pretty damn excited, too.

This is something very different for me to write about and I'm nervous and excited all at the same time. This idea has been dancing in my head for a while now and I finally have the urge to jot it down and make it a story. Apparently I like drama. :)

We'll see how this turns out.

Hope you like this first chapter, guys!

Eddiejazz

P.S.

I was thinking pretty hard about the pairing I wanted to do. I was honestly leaning towards Edward because in my eyes, it made more sense. He's the jackass who wouldn't change her and won't give her a moment of passion in fear of breaking her. I mean it makes sense, doesn't it?

But...If I wanted to keep up with the whole "Bad Romance" idea… then I have to go with Jasper.

So sorry to all of you who wanted Bella and Edward. Not going to happen this time around.

Or so I'm hoping. LOL.