Edward, you are a handsome devil.
I thought smugly, giggling at my own pun. I ran the comb through my amber locks, shifting slightly from one side to the other. The upbeat rock tune drifted across the dimly lit room effortlessly, and I couldn't help but nod my head to the rhythm. As much as prancing around in my underwear to heavy rock music was entertaining, I could almost feel my testosterone levels dropping.
I strutted across my spacious cobblestone wall'd room, looking for something to clothe myself with. Browsing the large closet my younger sister had stocked with fabrics of every kind, I decided against the pink velvet onesie.
Black it is.
I tugged on my usual fitted shirt and dark jeans. Just as I finished tightening my studded belt, my pocket vibrated.
"What is that little minx up to?" I said to myself, glancing at the small screen. A textbook and a notepad. How mundane.
I pressed the little red button on the button of my device and spoke.
"History homework? How boring." I complained. Smirking at the groan I heard coming out of her end.
"I don't care." She replied, and carried on writing about Louis the something or rather.
"It's a friday night, couldn't you possibly find something better to do?" I demanded. She flipped the page, and gave a sigh.
"History homework." She simply quipped. I could almost taste the bitterness in her tone. I was never one for bitter things.
"Don't make me come over there, Isabella." I threatened, lowering my voice in an attempt to be intimidating.
"Come at me, bro." She said in monotone, obviously unimpressed. Goddamn. My good mood deflated like a poorly tied balloon. I gave a sigh as the screen turned black once again. Why did my soul mate have to be such a bore? I always thought the one I was destined to be with would at least be more interesting. I've always been rather partial for strippers, they always had the best stories. And it didn't hurt that they were half naked in performance. But I was sidetracking myself. I wonder what Isabella would look like half naked.
Goddammit, Edward.
Just as I felt my pants begin to tighten, I heard three swift knocks on my door. Perfect timing.
"Enter if you wish." I announced, from my sprawled position on the grand velvet bed.
Just as I had expected, a tall, leggy, pretty thing, clicked her way through the door, all sorts of lovely body parts poking out of her latex dress.
"Good morning, Mr. Cullen." She squeaked. Her nasally voice almost off-putting. Almost.
"No talk." I groaned. She knew what to do. Soon enough she was doing on me what she always seemed to do, her blond ringlets bouncing and bobbing all over the place.
But I wasn't looking.
My eyes were firmly shut, imagining the long brown curls and small petite body, oh and that tiny hot mouth of hers. I couldn't hold it in for more then was an embarrassing time.
She waddled away eventually, after talking about matter that I couldn't care about, for far too long.
