Mine

Chapter one

I sat down, facing him. His green eyes focused in his drink. He didn't give me a single glimpse. I waited.

He kept on with that attitude, drinking the orange juice so slowly I could feel myself melting in my seat. My heart was beating quickly and noisily.

Maybe he could hear it too, and I knew that if he did, it was the end of it all.

- Tell me something… you know nothing about this, don't you? - I blushed. What else could I possibly do?

The only thing I was certain of was that I had to keep my mouth shut. And I was so amazingly nervous that it was a hard task.

- Don't pretend. I figured it out as soon as you stepped into my house. – His voice was soothing despite his strong words. He had realized that truth and was going to kick me out of his house before I could even explain myself. But there he was, still, looking at his already empty, glass.

God. I had never felt my cheeks so hot before, I was sure I was going to hyperventilate any time soon. I crossed my legs and looked my hands, as if they were the most interesting things I had ever seen.

Suddenly he got up from his armchair and walked till he was behind me. I could sense his heat even though we weren't so close.

I wanted him. That was the pathetic reason I was sitting in the sofa of a complete stranger who wanted to make me his martyr, or something like that, and I was giving him my back not even trying to know what the hell he was doing.

- You have a nice hair, I like it. – I didn't know whether to thank him or cry. – You're tense. Why is that, Isabella?

I was not only tensed, I was in shock. How did he know my name? I'd always used a nickname. I stared blankly to his white wall; my stomach was aching so much. I jumped a little when I felt his fingers caressing my hair, now I was sure I was hyperventilating.

In a quick movement he tangled his fingers in my hair and pulled my head backwards, I looked into those big and beautiful eyes, biting my tongue. – Are you going to be a good girl? Answer.

I nodded and let out a sigh. He smiled and I bit my tongue strongly. Oh, I was going to go to hell with no scale but I liked him so much.

- I have rules, Isabella. Do you think you're going to be capable of following them?

I nodded again and he let me re accommodate my aching neck into its original position again. I looked at him when he sat down and he smiled again. – I'll send you a mail with the rules. Now, go.

I picked up my sweater and nearly run to the door. I kept on running until I was two blocks away from his house. I rested my head on a wall and gave out a crazy and nervous laugh. I'd made it. Edward Cullen was going to be mine.

How little idea did I have at that time what I was going to go through for that man.

Not that I regret, though.

NDA:

This is all for you Cristal and all your fault. I love you so much though xD

Twilight is not mine, what a pity I wanted to pevert Emmet... :( Hope you liked it!