This is my first attempt at fan fic.
I don't own anything.
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AN: I have been so caught up with school, and I kind of abandoned this...You should re-read it btw chapters 1 and 2 have been revamped.
When I awoke this morning, I knew that something today was going to influence my immediate future. There was something in the air. A feeling that you get in your gut. There is nothing like that instinctual light bulb that is set off from deep in your soul that says the universe is on your side...
At a quarter to nine, my eyes were coaxed open, influenced by the smell of coffee wafting from the kitchen. I sighed, Ahh Java. It was tempting to stay in bed and ignore the world from the comforts of my bedroom, but if I stayed then surely the coffee pot would burn a whole in my countertop. After pondering the possibilities for a brief moment, I rolled myself out of bed and made my way to the kitchen.
When I got there I was surprised to find that I had a visitor. Instead of the usual muffled hustle and bustle of the city I had grown accustomed to hearing a scantily-clad stranger greeted me. "Good Morning."
Who are you? Was my first thought. Then the events night before came flooding back to me. My friends had decided to throw me a pre birthday bash. It was the standard event: a hip club rented out for the evening, lots of liquor, lots of ladies for the taking. Despite my healthy appetite for women and alcohol, the idea of taking home some poor, drunken, empty-headed girl was so unappealing. Unfortunately, last night I did not adhere to my true desires. I only threw back one shot for the sake of doing so, but then the idea of spending another night in a cold bed lead to the decision of taking this bar-fly who calls herself Ashley (I Believe) back to my abode for a hot night of meaningless thrills...and much to my dejection... she was still here.
She was by most standards what you would call pretty; sun-kissed blonde hair, honey eyes and a stacked figure to go with it. She wasn't, however, what I wanted; just another notch on my bedpost. I nodded my head to her, while I crossed to the cabinet that housed my mugs. I felt her eyes on me, but I still couldn't bring myself to fall into conversation. While preparing my coffee, she began to ramble,
" I usually don't go home with strange guys. Well you aren't strange. You aren't even a stranger, the whole world knows who you are. Not that I am saying that I know you or anything. I am not a stalker. Honestly I am not like that, I was just so excited to be at your party in the first place. I am a big fan of your music. Seriously. Your albums have changed my life..."
I sat silent for a moment. "Listen... umm…"
"Leah." she said.
Huh... I was way off.
"Listen, Leah I am going to go change my clothes and then I am going for a run. When I come back, I don't want you to be here. You can finish your coffee and get cleaned up and I will leave you money for a cab." With that I left.
By the time I got back, sweaty and rejuvenated from my run and Leah was no where in sight. I let out a sigh of relief. I headed for the shower. I walked to my bathroom removing my clothes along the way. I opened the glass doors, turned on the water and waited for the water to heat up. I caught my reflection in the mirror, today was my birthday, but I didn't see the face of a happy man, instead I saw a brooding stranger before me. At 27, I had become a successful recording artist with more money than I could spend and more women throwing themselves at me than I knew what to do with. But I felt more alone than ever. Sure I had friends a hand full of great ones from my life before the fame and a happy few who had helped me get to where I am today, but what I wanted was love as much as I hated to admit it to myself.
When I stepped into the water and hoped my fowl mood would wash down the drain. I let my eyes close and my thoughts led me back to the last birthday that I truly enjoyed.
Time to get up baby. She whispered in my ear.
Now why would I do that? I asked.
She was straddling my waist. I felt her mouth nibbling on my earlobe and kissing down my neck. I smiled and groaned giving her a sign of my approval while my hands gently rubbed against her thighs but still I kept my eyes closed. She was so soft. I loved the way her mahogany colored hair hung around my face, closing in on us. Like a curtain.
It's your birthday! Come on its time to start the day.
Can't we stay here? Just you and me...I begged.
I looked into her chocolate orbs and smiled her favorite smile. When I saw a lapse of resolve in her eyes, I craned my neck up to kiss her. She sighed and kissed me back, our first real kiss of the day. I loved moments like this, everything about her was perfect. She loved me so openly, so freely. And it was so easy to love her right back, with her being the person she was. I loved everything about her. Her soul. Her heart. They way she looked at me. The way that even in the morning she looked like a goddess. Right in this moment I especially loved her mouth. Her soft, pouty, sweet mouth.
I ran my tongue along her bottom lip, tasting her. Mhmm...everyday she tasted like cherry vanilla. So fucking hot. I was starting to get stiff down there and pushed my hips into hers, hoping she would like the friction. She moaned and ground her center back and forth, pressing into me. Right at the moment she gave me what I wanted, she backed away from me, as if she somehow remembered her agenda.
I have lots things planned. Everyone is waiting for us.
They can wait some more.
With that I brought my hands from her thighs, up to the sides of her stomach and stopped just below her breast. I heard her shudder. I smiled again and let my hands travel back down her supple body.
Well maybe we can be late. It is your birthday after all.
As she said this, her hips ground into me pressing herself into my erection again. It was my turn to shudder. I pulled her down closer to me and kissed her wonderful lips.
I love you.
I love you too.
Make love to me.
I don't know how long I stood there, but after awhile my skin began to look and feel like raisins. I shut off the water and walked back into my bedroom with my towel wrapped around my waist. The red light from answering machine was blinking for my attention. I crossed the distance to my nightstand and hit play.
You have 3 messages.
First Message
What up loser. Listen... ahh... I know you are awake, the door man told me you went out. So when you get this drag your old behind over to my place. We are waiting for you. See you soon.
Second Message
It is 12:20 in the afternoon. I do not care if it is your birthday, if you are not out of your apartment and where you are supposed to be by 1, I will come over there and drag out of your poorly designed bedroom myself... Love you!
Third Message
Hey it's me. I'm really sorry, but I won't be able to meet today for your birthday brunch. I got a call from my sister early this morning. She was all hysterical and I think she said that she was getting a divorce... I am on my way to go get her.. anyway... I will be gone for a few days.
End Of Messages.
Shock was all that came to mind. I sat on my bed completely dumbfounded. America's Sweet-Heart, Isabella Black was once again going to be Isabella Swan. The love of my life was probably soon to be free of her idiot husband. For the first time in years I, Edward Cullen could breathe. Sure, I knew that she wasn't automatically going to rush back into my arms, but still...now there was hope.