Full summary: At one point in her life Bella made the wrong turn. A student by day and a call girl by night, not knowing what to expect she keeps going, making the same mistakes over and over again, until stumbling upon Edward. But is he the right man to change her life? Does she want to be changed?
Worning: The idea for Uncharted Waters came from real life and was actually something that I saw happening and while I don't really know all the details, I still got a fare share of information. Now, there will be some lemons without plot -not my favorite either- some violence and some serious possessive Edward. This story has a happy ending and that's what I wanted to give Bella even though it might not look like it from time to time.
All chapters will be Bella POV and are written in present tense.
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Prologue
I find myself wondering if I'll see him by the end of the day. Even though that means that he'll park in my spot once again.
I find myself imagining his face just to put a smile on my face or to get by with a job.
See? That's just plain stupid. Why do I let myself think that there's just one possibility that he'll…I don't know, like me or wants to be with me or some shit.
Just. Plain. Stupid. I gave up hope a long time ago. Why start again now?
I thought I sealed my fate the day I began working. I knew that no man will ever date me as long as I fuck others. That's oblivious.
Who in their right frame of mind will want to date me? And not just for one night.
He's scaring me. His eyes scare me. His words scare me.
"How do you feel?" his eyes roam my body from head to toe probably to make sure I'm in one piece. Only my body tingles under his eyes.
God I'm pathetic.
"Peachy!" I don't move from my spot. Although my eyes roam the space around me.
It looks familiar.
Oh yeah…that's because I'm in my own bedroom.
God he's good! He knows I have nowhere to run in my own house.
Maybe the bathroom? Hmmm…..
"How did we get here?" I ask curiously.
"With my car." And I find that hard to believe somehow. I don't press for more. I'm just graceful I made it home.
Maybe someday I'll get all my answers.
"Now, could you give me some explanations on why where you with those two?" he's face is crumbled in a frown and he still looks sexy.
I really can't stop thinking along these lines.
But his sexiness won't bring him answers. Well not from me at least.
"You're in no position to ask for explanations." I say coldly. But my body is burning.
He's towering over me and he's face is so close. "In what position would you like me to be then?"
Damn him.
Damn him to the fiery pits of my pussy!
My mouth goes wide open and my eyes pop out.
Is he serious?
It's like…..like….what was I saying?
His hand goes to my cheek and leaves a trail of white, hot fire. My insides coil and he's giving me that crocked smile.
His face is coming inch by inch closer to my own. At least I have the decency to close my mouth when his lips come in contact with my own.
Instantly I'm stoned again. But not by his scent this time. He's lips so soft and pliable and his taste so sweet and powerful that makes me only want more and more.
I'm gonna die from overdose.
Soon.
His tongue is caressing my lower lip so slowly it's agonizing. I take him in and deepen the kiss just so I can get my fix.
It's addicting. It's amazing. It's outwardly.
He's slow and considering and patience. I'm impatience, needy and clingy.
My hands fly to his hair with a speed that surprises me. My right leg grabs hold of his hip.
I moan. He growls low. I grind. He pushes back between my legs.
I'm wet and he's colossal.