All characters are copyrighted to Stephenie Meyer.
There's a rose in the fisted glove,
And the eagle flies with the dove,
If you can't be with the one love, honey,
Love the one you're with. – Crosby, Stills, and Nash "Love the one You're With"
Orgy of Doom
Prologue
Major Jasper Whitlock. His name sends a small shiver down my spine every time I think it. It also makes my lower belly muscles clench, but that's not really the point. Major Jasper Whitlock, even as I sit in his brother's lap I only have eyes for him.
And his wife, beautiful little pixie bitch she is. Alice Cullen. My best friend, quite possibly my only friend. She started this…infatuation. She started it all with one sentence. "The Major is expecting company."
That one sentence is seemingly harmless, right? If I had known what to expect from just that one sentence, I might have never come to the Cullen household again. I loved Edward. The problem with that is the tense. Loved. As in once upon a time. He was my personal Prince Charming, complete with crooked smile and honey hued eyes. He rode straight off the pages of my aging childhood storybook, and into my life. He saved me from myself. The only problem with that was before Edward Cullen came along, I didn't need to be saved.
And then Jasper's personal Tinkerbelle waved her little psychic wand and ruined my life with one well-placed vision.
And so I stared across the living room at Peter and Charlotte Whitlock, a vacant smile on my face. The Major had been expecting company. What he wouldn't expect would be the events that would occur later in the year. The one where I'm fifth wheel in the Orgy of Doom. That one. Yeah.