The alarm sounded from my left, an awful and terrible sound reminding me that it was time to start yet another exciting day. I reached over and slammed on the snooze button hoping it would show me mercy and grant me just one more hour of sleep. It sounded again after five minutes and I gave up and hopped in the shower without even giving my bed a second glance. I always gave myself an extra fifteen minutes to get ready when I was shooting some kind of fashion campaign, today I was shooting at Chanel and I needed the extra fifteen to prep myself for the skinny food deprived bitches that awaited me. I pulled on my True Religions, a black v-necked shirt and my black knee high Christian Louboutins. If there was one benefit to working with the bulimic it was the free clothes. I grabbed my coffee, a.k.a my life force and headed towards the door when an unfamiliar voice pulled me back.
"Hey babe?" he croaked.
Fuck me, not again. I turned and stared at the beautifully blonde muscular naked man sitting up in my bed. James Masters, the bane of my existence, the man who pleased me when my lady bits needed taken care of. I invited him over while under a wine induced stupor last night and he'd decided to stay because the only reason I ever called was for his…talents. Though he knew how to please me and pleased me well I wished he would take the hint I've given oh so many times and leave when we were finished. But, no he would stick around and fall asleep and snore and…ewe cuddle. I hate cuddling. Bella Swan does not cuddle. But he never took the hint and he always stayed, I'd just never invited him over when I had to work the next day. And now I needed him up and out of my loft.
"Uh yeah?" I cringed hoping that I could just clap my hands and he would disappear and then later tonight I could clap and he would reappear for act two. Clap on Clap off.
"Where you headed out so early?"
"Actually its already ten and I have to get to work, don't you have to...yanno...work?" Please God get out of my bed.
"Yeah I guess. I better show my pretty face around the office or the ladies might start to revolt." I rolled my eyes, sure they might. He jumped out of bed and started getting dressed and I walked over to help him find his clothes. I bent over to grab his shirt and felt James Jr. pressing right into my ass. His hands slid around to my front and he pulled me hard against him.
"How bout one more for the road?" he purred in my ear. I leaned my head back against his shoulder and he licked the space between my neck and shoulder, then he sucked on my neck...hard. And because I can't resist that shit I turned around in his arms slid my hand down his naked form and grabbed his dick. "Alright but make it quick."
While I like to think that my extra fifteen minutes are for prepping myself for the cause of anorexia in the world, it's really for moments like this.
After twenty minutes and two orgasms later I was able to get James and myself out of my house. I was now waiting on the model of the moment to finish her hair, which had somehow gotten tangled in a button during one of the many head hair whips she was performing. I told her many times in the nicest way possible that this wasn't a bikini shoot and we weren't on the beach. This was an ad for a Chanel suit, not an audition for Rock of Love Bus. After twenty minutes of the hairdresser trying frantically to untangle her hair without cutting it, which was my suggestion, I decided I'd had enough and meandered to the front of the store to check out a dress I'd been eyeing. I had just grabbed the dress when I felt someone pulling it from the other side of the rack. Oh hell no, its mine bitch. I cleared my throat and pulled harder, except it didn't budge, not even an inch. So I leaned back and pulled again and I heard a small gasp from the other side of the garment rack. Not wanting to let go of the dress I ducked under the rack and through to the other side. This was my damn dress and I was prepared to throw down for it.
"Excuse me miss-" I stopped mid sentence because I was utterly speechless. All thought process stopped, my brain pretty much just stopped working all together. Even natural primary functions like breathing seemed to stop because I couldn't believe I was staring into honey colored eyes again. After all this time, after all the dreams, the endless days, the nights wishing he'd come back through my window, here I was once again staring into bright golden eyes. And it all came rushing back, Edward leaving me, telling me I wasn't good enough for him, my entire life falling on its ass and suddenly I regained my thought process.
"You've got to be fucking kidding me." Not my most eloquent moment but I was just glad I'd managed to say something at all.
She arched one of her perfect eyebrows and her eyes widened. "My sentiments exactly."
So that's it for the first chapter, if you think I should continue it leave a review and let me know and I definitely will. I liked writing this so I might just continue it anyway. Five stars for a rock of love reference, just give me ten minutes with those chicks and some Costco wipes. That makeup is not cute, its called Smokey eye not raccoon eye.