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Chapter Two
BPOV
"So that was more than a kiss," he laughs into my neck with our arms wrapped tightly around each other, before sitting down.
"Yea, I guess we got a little carried away," I sigh contently.
"I'm not complaining. I definitely didn't expect that. I don't normally do this sort of thing. I mean…you know…with a client and everything. Although you're the only client we have that we give home sessions to, and you're technically Emmett's client, not mine," he's says sounding nervous again. Why does he have to be so fucking adorable?
"Yea I guess it would be awkward if one of your clients went down on you in the middle of your gym," I giggle, but couldn't stop a pang of jealousy shoot through me at the thought of someone touching him like that.
"Umm…yea…that would be strange. Emmett's going to kill me when he finds out about this," he says releasing a deep breath.
"He doesn't have to know. I won't say anything. It can be our little secret," I try to reassure him.
"That's nice of you, but I'm sure he'll be able to tell something happened by the goofy grin that I'm sure I'll be wearing for a while. Plus, I'm a horrible liar. He'll see right through me," he sighs.
"I'm sorry," I say apologetically. I really don't want him to get in trouble because of me.
"Oh don't be Bella, really. I don't regret it. It was completely worth it, and I don't work for him or anything so it's not like he can fire me. He'll just give some lengthy ethics lecture. I meant what I said when I told you I don't normally do this. I just can't seem to help myself when I'm around you. You're absolutely stunning Bella. I know we sort of did things out of order, but I'd really like to take you out sometime," he asks shyly.
"I really like you Edward, but I'm afraid I won't be able to go out with you. My parents would never allow it," I sigh defeated. Why does my life have to be so God damn complicated?
"Your parents won't allow it? You're over 18 right? Please God be over 18," he says frantically. I can't help but laugh loudly at that.
"Yes Edward I'm over 18. I'm 19 actually, and I'll be 20 this August. My parents just have some strict rules for me right now. I can't really talk about it, but believe me when I say I wish I could go out with you. I would love more than anything to go out with you. Things are just really complicated for me at the moment," I say quietly.
"Oh. I'm sorry Bella," he says sadly. God I wish I could fix this. I want to see him again more than anything, but I know my parents won't approve of me going out with a gorgeous guy who owns a gym.
"Wait. I have an idea. What if you took over as my personal trainer from now on. I know that it's not the same as a date, but at least we could see each other almost everyday, and my parents would be none the wiser. We could get to know each other better, and maybe in time we'll be able to figure something out," I suggest. It really isn't ideal, but it's better than nothing. I don't want to let him go.
"I don't know how poor Emmett will take the news, but I'm sure he'll get over it. I would love to be your personal trainer Bella," he says smiling sweetly and kissing me chastely on the lips.
"I'm really sorry it has to be this way, but this is the best I can do for the moment. I really wish I could explain everything to you, but I just can't…not yet at least," I explain.
"It's ok. I'll take whatever I can get. It'll be nice just getting to know you better. We still have some time left in our session. Why don't we play twenty questions," he suggests.
"That sounds fun. I'll go first. How old are you Edward?" I ask curiously. I know he can't be too much older than me.
"I just turned 23 about a month ago. What's your favorite color?" he asks.
"Green." I can't help but blush at that. "Yours?" I say.
"Brown. Definitely," he says coyly.
"Brown? That can't be your favorite color. It's the color of dirt and –" I argue, but he cuts me off.
"and chocolate, and coffee, and it's the color of your hair and your beautiful eyes," he says in a loving tone as he tucks a strand of hair behind my ear.
"Well I guess that makes sense. I said green, because it's the color of your eyes," I confess and he kisses me again.
"Ok Bella, what's your favorite book?" he asks.
"Wuthering Heights. I've read that book a hundred times. Do you have any pets?" I ask hoping he doesn't say cats. I fucking hate cats.
"No. I don't have any pets. I'd like to get a dog eventually. I just haven't gotten around to it." Oh thank God. He's a dog person. "Do you have any pets?" he asks.
"Yes. I have a French Bulldog named Lucie. She's hilarious and sweet as can be. I can bring her in here sometime. I'm sure you'd love her," I say happily. I knew he would love her. My dad bought her for me for my last birthday. He knew I always wanted a dog, but he didn't want me having one in our penthouse. He said a dog deserved a yard to run around in.
"I'm sure I would," he says.
"What was your major?" I ask knowing it probably has something to do with health or fitness.
"Well, I originally started out at UW majoring in Medicine. I was going to follow in my dad's footsteps, but I realized it wasn't for me. I dropped out and went to Ashmead College here in Seattle where I took their fitness training program. That's where I met Emmett. He had just finished up his business degree at UW. Where are you going to school?"
"I go to UW actually, but I only take online classes. My major is English with a minor in Education. I'm hoping to be a teacher one day," I say with longing in my voice. I would honestly love to teach, and to be completely honest I just want to get as far away from my parents' world and my old life as possible. I would love to just stay in Seattle and teach and get married. I want Emmaline to have a good life. She can't have that if she lived the kind of life I had.
"That sounds nice. I think you'd make a great teacher," he says softly in my ear.
I am really glad he's not pressing me with more personal questions. I told him I needed time. I want to trust him. I already feel like I can, but I just can't risk that yet. I really don't know much about him. I'm not supposed to tell anyone about Emmaline, and even though I'm sure Edward's not interested in outing that bit of information to the world I still need to be careful.
"Why a Mountain Lion?" I ask as I rub his calf.
"Some people believe that Mountain Lions can teach one to balance their own decisions with strength and power. Emmett and I decided to get tattoos right after we opened up our gym. I guess it helps to remind me that I did the right thing by opening up the gym, even if my father doesn't agree with it," he replies.
"I like it…a lot actually. You have no idea what it did to me when I first saw it," I said coyly. I could feel the blush radiating in my cheeks.
"Really? And what exactly did it do to you," he said smiling.
"I think you know what it did to me Edward, but if you need to hear me say then fine. It turned me on. It turned me on so fucking much I was practically soaking through my panties," I tell him seductively.
"Shit Bella. Do you have any idea how unbelievably sexy you are? I could barely think coherent thoughts when I first met you. I was so sure I was going to say something stupid," he laughs.
"So why did Emmett chose a bear?" I ask.
"Have you seen Emmett?" he says. We both start laughing.
"You mentioned you had a sister, Alice, right? Any other siblings?" I ask.
"No. It's just me and Alice. We were actually both adopted. She's two years younger than me. I was adopted when I was five by Carlisle and Esme. They had already adopted Alice when she was just a baby. They're great parents to have though. I'm very lucky. Alice is a great sister. We're very different. She's short with dark spiky hair, and more energy than a damn Chihuahua, but she's really great. She's very gifted as well. She just finished up design school, and is going to open up her own clothing boutique here in Seattle," he spoke proudly.
"She sounds like a lot of fun. I bet I'd get along with her," I reply. She sounded like someone I would have probably been friends with back in New York. I really missed Angela. I spoke to her every once in a while over the phone, but not nearly often enough. She and Ben were the only ones that know of my situation. I knew they'd never tell though. They are very loyal friends.
"I'm sure you would. Everyone gets along with Alice. Do you have any siblings?" he asks.
"I do actually. I have an older brother named Jasper. He's 24. Well he's actually my cousin, but my mom's sister died giving birth to him, and his dad really wasn't in the picture so my parents naturally took him in. We never formally adopted him though. He wanted to keep my aunt's last name. I guess it was his way of staying close to her. I haven't seen him in a while actually. He went to the University of Texas to study psychology. I don't know why he went so far away. I guess he just wanted to be somewhere different. The life we lived in New York could get very…umm…stressful I guess. He's working on his PhD right now. I really miss him. We were close growing up. He was my best friend. He kept me grounded, and he had this amazing way of calming me down. Our parents weren't around all that often, so he took care of me," I sigh remembering the days when we were younger.
"He sounds like a great guy," he says smiling at me.
"He really is. I hope he comes to visit soon," I say softly. I don't think I realized how badly I missed him until just now. He's only come to visit a handful of times in the past two years. I know he's really busy with school, but I could definitely use him these days.
Edward is sitting up against the wall, and I turn so that I am sitting between his legs. His arms are tight around my waist. I lay back against him. It feels so comfortable being with him like this. I feel safe. I haven't felt this way in a long time. Actually, I don't think I've ever felt this way. He starts randomly placing small kisses on my shoulder and neck, and I can't help but melt into his arms more.
"This is nice," I admitted softly.
"Yea it really is," he mumbled into my neck.
I look down at my watch and realize it was 8:10 am. Shit. We're running 10 minutes late. Emmaline will be waking up any minute now. She freaks out if I'm not there when she wakes up.
"Edward? We're running late. You probably have to get back to the gym now, and I have some things I have to do," I sigh. I really wish we could stay like this forever.
"Oh yea, you're right. I have an appointment in an hour, so I should probably go," he replies hesitantly. I can tell he doesn't want to leave either.
We slowly pick ourselves up off the floor, and I walk him to the door.
"I'll see you tomorrow morning Bella," he says. He bends down and gives me a sweet kiss on the lips. It was scary how easily he could turn me into a puddle of goo.
"I can't wait. You should be proud of yourself Edward. You actually got me looking forward to exercising. That's quite the accomplishment," I say in a teasing tone.
"Well I'm glad I have that affect on you. Bye Bella," he says smiling. He gives me one last chaste kiss, and I close the door behind him.
I take a minute leaning against the door. "What have you got yourself into Bella?" I ask myself out loud. I know that I'm entering dangerous territory with Edward, but I honestly can't help myself. It's been more than two years since I've been with a man, and Edward is downright irresistible. There is just something about him that makes me want to tell him everything about me. If I could tell him, I wonder how he would take it. He's only 23 years old. I'm sure the last thing he wants is a girlfriend with a baby. Uhh… I can't believe I'm even entertaining the idea of telling him.
I make my way upstairs to Emmaline's room. She's just barely waking up when I open the door.
"Momma?" She asks sleepily.
"Yes baby, it's me. It's time to get up sweet girl," I sit on the bed brushing her curly brown hair out of her eyes.
"Mmmk. Park today momma?" She asks with such hope in her eyes. I keep promising I'll actually take her to a real park. She wants to play with other kids. I talked with my parents about it, and they found me a park in a small town not far from here that would be ok to go to. I swear they are so paranoid. I really doubt anyone would really notice me at a park in Seattle, but I digress.
"Yes baby, we're going to the park today right after breakfast. Let's go see what Maria has made for us today," I say in almost a whisper. Maria is a fantastic cook, and she adores Emmaline. She's always cutting up her food in cute and interesting ways. I don't know what I would do without her. She's been our family cook since I was born. She doesn't have any other family, so she moved to Seattle with us. I couldn't have been happier about that.
"Yay! Park! Park!" She squeals loudly. I can't help but laugh at how cute she is.
"Come on sweety, let's go," I giggle as I scoop her up, and bring her downstairs. We walk into the kitchen and the smell of pancakes and bacon fill the room.
"Mmmm Maria it smells wonderful," I say as I place Emmaline in her high chair.
"Oh thank you Miss Bella. I made Emmaline her favorite, chocolate chip pancakes with blueberries on top in the shape of a smiley face," she replied happily. She smiles at Emmaline and places the plate down in front of her.
"Tank you Tank you Mimi" She has always called Maria "Mimi." Maria was still too difficult for her to say.
"You're very welcome Emmie baby," she coos to her.
"We're going to the park today Maria. Emmaline's very excited," I say to Maria. Maria knows how badly I've wanted to take her. Maria's my only real confident now-a-days. She understands the difficult position our family is in. She's been more of a mother to me during this than my actual mother, who's never here anymore. Renee is always away doing "charity" work or having brunches with Seattle's elite. That's fine with me though. She's never really been much of a mother.
"Oh that's wonderful. I know how badly you've wanted to take her. Which park are you going to?" Maria inquired.
"My father said it's in a town called Forks. It's a small town, so there's no worry of anyone knowing who I am," I say as I watch my daughter shove the pancakes into her mouth.
"Well that sounds lovely. I'm sure you'll have a great time," she says as she fixes me a plate, and I give her a smile in thanks.
"Eat up mon petit chou. I still need to get us ready before we can go," I tell her sweetly. She loves it when I call her "mon petit chou." It's a French term of endearment that means "my little cabbage." My parents make me take French lessons everyday. I would normally complain (well, not to my parents), but I really love it. The language is really beautiful. I try to teach her French whenever I can.
One episode of Spongebob later and we're getting dressed and ready to go. One thing I do love about having money is that I get to dress her in the cutest clothes. Today I'm dressing her in a cute pink polo shirt with green shorts, matching green bows for her hair and the most adorable pair of pink chucks.
I decide to go with a white flowy shirt and blue jean cutoff shorts with a pink and green scarf belt to match with Emmaline. I'm amazed at how my life has changed since I became a mother. I honestly think this was all for the best. I needed to grow up, and get away from the toxic lifestyle I was living. I was scared shitless at first, because I couldn't imagine myself being a good mother considering how my own mother treated me. I've realized now that I'm nothing like her. I love spending time with my daughter, and I want to be there for her for every little thing. I just wish she had a father. She deserves a father. My thoughts quickly run back to Edward and what we shared in the gym. He's seems like such a sweet guy. I know I still don't know him very well, but I can't help but think about what kind of father he would make. God that's crazy…I know. Who knows if he even wants to have kids someday?
"Momma Momma! Park!" Emmaline says snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Yes I know. We can go now," I tell her.
I sweep her up in arms and carry her to my blue Range Rover or Roxanne as I like to call her. I love this car. My dad wanted me to have a big, safe car for me and Emmaline. It has a custom blue paint job, and a light cream leather interior. If there is one thing my dad is good at, it's getting me presents. I guess it's his way of making up for the fact that he's gone all the time.
A few hours later we arrive at the park. It's bigger than I imagined. It has a few playgrounds, a track, volleyball courts, tennis courts, and a big open field that I guess is used for football or soccer. There some guys playing what looks like touch football right now.
"Ok Emmaline we're here. You want to go play on the jungle gym or do you want me to push you on the swings?" I ask.
"SWINGS!" she says enthusiastically.
"Ok baby swings it is," I tell her.
I start pushing her, and she giggles and tells me to push her higher. This trip was seriously overdue. I keep pushing her while I watch the group of guys playing touch football. Most of them have their shirts off, and are all sweaty. Not such a bad view, but it only makes me think of sweaty Edward and my mind begins to wonder. I imagine Edward naked on top of me pounding into me whispering sweet nothings into my ear. God, I need to get laid. I can hear Emmaline shouting at me, and it brings me out of my daydream.
"MOMMA!" she yells.
"Sorry baby. Mommy wasn't paying attention. What is it?" I ask.
"No more swings. Playground now!" she says.
"Ok sweety. Let me get you down from there," I say.
I walk us over to one of the jungle gyms and let her loose while I take a seat on a bench. I love watching her play. She looks so happy and free. All of sudden a football comes flying towards me and lands near my feet. I bend down to pick it up, and I hear a deep voice from beside me.
"Hey, I'm sorry about that. I didn't mean to frighten you," he says.
"Oh it's ok. Don't worry about it," I say as I turn to face him. He's tall. Really fucking tall. He has to be at least 6'5. He has dark russet skin and black hair. He has a nice body as well. I suppose he's pretty attractive, but lately I only seem to be into men with bronze hair and green eyes, and I only know one man that fits that description.
"Hi, I'm Jake. It's nice to meet you," he says holding his hand out for me to shake. God, I really hope he isn't going to start flirting with me. I hate when men flirt with me when Emmaline is around. It just doesn't seem right.
"Hi Jake. I'm Bella," I say as I shake his hand.
"So what brings you to the park today?" he asks. Shit, he is going to start flirting with me.
"I'm here with my daughter actually. If you don't mind I should really get back to her," I tell him. I hope he takes a hint.
"Oh really. Is she that one over there. She looks just like you. She has your beautiful eyes," he says. He's actually kind of sweet, but I'm just not interested. Not that it would matter if I was. I'm not supposed to be seeing anyone anyway.
"Yes, that's her," I tell him.
"What's her name?" he asks.
"Emmaline," I say.
"That's a really pretty name. You look awfully young to be a mother. You can't be over twenty," he says.
"I'm nineteen actually. She's two and half. That means I was sixteen when I had her. I'm a teenage mother. Sexy, huh?" I say trying to dismiss him.
"I think motherhood is very sexy actually, especially when the mother is you," he says trying to sound seductive.
"Well thanks Romeo, but it's not nearly as sexy as you may think. Now if you don't mind I really need to get back to her, and it looks like your boys over there are getting antsy for you to get back in the game," I tell him curtly.
"They can wait. It's not everyday I meet such a beautiful woman," he tells me.
"Right, yea. Look, that's very nice of you and everything, but I'm just not interested. I don't have time in my life for romance right now. I'm flattered though really," I say as I try to walk around him towards Emmaline.
"Wait. Can I at least get your phone number? You might just change your mind," he says in a cocky tone.
"No, I'm sorry you can't have my phone number. I told you I'm not interested, and that's not going to change no matter how many times you ask. Now please move. I really need to get back to my daughter," I say shortly.
"Alright alright fine, but I have a feeling that we'll meet again," he says.
"Ok whatever. Bye Jake. It was nice meeting you," I say in a lightly sarcastic tone as I walk away from him and towards my daughter.
"Momma who's dat?" she asks curiously.
"That's just a friend who came by to say hello," I tell her.
"Oh," she says.
"Come on sweety, lets go check out the other jungle gyms," I tell her as I practically drag her far away from the field of sweaty football players. You would think having a child at such a young age might deter some guys from hitting on you, but I think they actually like it. Probably fulfilling some sort of MILF fantasy…gross.
I sent down on a bench while I watch her play, and I decide to call Jasper. After talking to Edward about him I've realized just how much I miss him.
After a few rings he picks up.
"Hey is that my peach?" he says with a light Texan accent. He's been down there too long.
"Yea it's me Jazz. What have you been up to? We've missed you around here," I say.
"Nothing really. Mostly school. It's tough as shit, but I'm getting through it. I've missed you girls too. How's my little peach doing?" he asks.
"She's great actually. We're at a park in a little town called Forks," I reply.
"So I take it Mom and Dad are still as paranoid as ever then," he says.
"Oh yea. Big time. I'm still not allowed to take her basically anywhere in Seattle. It's wearing me thin Jazz. I don't know how much longer I can take this. I'm so fucking lonely. They barely ever let me out. Emmaline doesn't deserve this either. She's cooped up in that house too much, and Mom is either out with her hoity toity friends or in one of her self-induced commas. I just want to be done with school, so I can start teaching and move out," I rant.
"I hear ya peach, but just stick with it. You'll be done before you know it. So how are those exercise sessions going? Is that big guy still whooping your ass into shape," he laughs.
"Umm actually I have a new trainer. He filled in for Emmett today and we sort of hit it off, and now he's taking over for good," I explain.
"Wait wait wait. You hit it off? Does that mean you like this guy? I thought you weren't allowed to date," he says.
"I'm not allowed to date, and we aren't dating. We're just going to be hanging out during our sessions. I really like him Jazz. I mean I really, really like him. I'm pretty sure he likes me a lot too. We're just getting to know each other right now. I told him things were complicated for me at the moment, and he isn't pressing the issue," I say.
"Look I understand how you're feeling, but this is a difficult situation you're putting yourself in right now. If you really like him like you say you do, then you're going to have to tell him about Emmaline. He deserves to know," he tells me.
"I know Jazz. I've thought about that. If things start to get serious between us, then I'll tell him. I'm just worried what will happen if I do tell him and he freaks out," I say.
"Well that's something you're going to have to risk darlin'. I haven't met him, but I doubt he'd go blabbing to the press about you if he found out. You just need to get to know him better and decide for yourself, but don't wait too long. Having a child is big news. If you wait too long, he might feel betrayed and unable to trust you," he says.
"Thanks Jazz. I'll take all that into consideration. I just don't want to lose him. I really feel like this could be something, you know?" I sigh.
"Yea I know. Why don't you tell me about this perfect guy," he suggests.
"Well, he's name is Edward Cullen. His father is the Chief of Staff at Seattle Grace. He's part-owner of the gym that he works at. He's tall with bronze hair and dreamy green eyes…" I trail off deep in thought until I hear a chuckle on the other end.
"I get it, I get it. I should be coming up to visit soon. Well shit, this was actually gonna be a surprise, but I might as well tell you," he says.
"What is it?" I ask.
"I'm moving to Seattle. I'm gonna finish school up there," he says.
"OH MY GOD ARE YOU SERIOUS?!!" I yell into the phone.
"Yes doll face I'm serious. As much as I love it down here, I miss my family too much…well mostly just you and Emmaline," he chuckles. "Plus, I always planned on working wherever you ended up, and it would be a nice change of scenery," he adds.
"Oh my god Jazz. This is the best news I've heard in a while. I could really use having you around, and so could Emmaline," I say.
"Is she there? I want to talk to my favorite niece," he says excitedly.
"She sure is. Hold on a sec," I tell him.
"Emmaline! Come here sweety. Your Uncle Jazzy's on the phone," I tell her.
"UNCLE JAZZY!!" she squeals and runs over to me yanking the phone out of my hand even though I put it on speakerphone.
"Hi Uncle Jazzy!" she says giggling.
"Hey there. How's my little peach doing?" he asks sweetly.
"I'm good. I miss you," she says.
"I miss you too, but guess what?" he asks.
"What?" she giggles.
"I'm moving up to Seattle to be with you and your mom," he tells her.
"YAY YAY YAY! Uncle Jazzy coming!" she squeals.
"I sure am darlin'. I can't wait to see you. Can you put your mom back on the phone for me," he asks.
"Yes. Hold please," she says. I can't help but laugh loudly. She says the cutest damn things sometimes.
"I'm here," I tell Jazz.
"Well she seems excited," he laughs.
"She's definitely excited, but can you blame her? She barely ever gets to see anyone, and you're the closet thing she's ever had to a father figure," I explain.
"Yea I know. I should up there in a week or two depending on how things work out," he says.
"That's great Jazz, and hopefully if things are still going well with Edward, you might be able to meet him," I say.
"That would be great. It would be nice to meet the man that has my sister so wound up," he chuckles.
"He has a sister you know. I hear she's pretty great," I hint.
"Really now? Well that might be interesting," he says.
"This is great. With you being here, I'll have an excuse to go out. You are Mom and Dad's favorite child after all. They'll trust me as long as I'm with you," I say.
"Oh I see how it is. You're just using me so you can go see your boy toy," he teases.
"I didn't say that. Maybe we could all hang out. Lord knows it's been a while since I've been able to do that. It's not like I want to go out and party like I used to. I'm not like that anymore. I have a child now. I've grown up. I just want to a life outside this house is all," I sigh.
"You don't have to explain to me. I get it, and I'll be more than happy to help," he says.
"Great. Well I'll talk to you later ok," I say.
"Ok. Love ya peach," he says.
"Love you too. Bye," I tell him and hang up.
Things are seriously looking up.
*****
I'm back home and completely exhausted. After spending a few hours at the park with Emmaline, I took her to see a movie at a theater I found nearby. I spent the rest of the day playing Barbie's and dress up. With Emmaline already tucked into bed, I decide to take a bath before going to sleep. I fill up my large claw foot tub, and pour in the bubble bath. There is nothing like a hot bubble bath after a long day. Right before I get in I hear my cell phone go off. I grab it off the counter and see that I have a text message waiting. I lower myself into the tub before reading the message. I flip open the phone, and see it's from an unknown number.
Hi Bella. It's Edward. I hope you don't mind me texting you. I got your number from Emmett. ~E
Of course I don't mind. I'm glad you did. I can't wait to see you tomorrow. ~B
Me either. I told Emmett. He actually wasn't mad at all. He laughed and told me not to screw it up. I think he's a little sad that he won't be your trainer anymore though. ~E
Awww. Tell him it's nothing personal, but you happen to offer me a workout that he can't provide. ~B
Oh really Miss Swan, and what workout is that? ~E
It involves you and me. Naked and sweaty. ~B
I think I like the sound of that. We should explore more of that tomorrow. ~E
I wish we could explore more of that right now. I'm already naked and wet. Taking a bubble bath, and thinking of you. ~B
*RING* *RING*
Oh shit. He's calling me. I knew that last little bit would get him.
"Hello," I say in a low tone.
"That wasn't very nice of you to tease me like that," he chastises.
"It's not my fault you called me when I was taking a bath Edward. I wish you were here with me right now. Then it would be your hands on me right now instead of my own," I say. The line stays silent for a few moments, until I hear his voice suddenly a few octaves lowers.
"Are you touching yourself Bella?" he asks.
"Mmmm, yes. I'm touching my breasts. Are you naked for me Edward?" I ask. I can hear movement in the background.
"I am now. What do you want me to do to you Bella?" he asks. His voice is dripping with lust. God, I wonder if he's touching himself too.
"I want your hands and mouth on my tits. Biting and sucking on my nipples. Are you touching yourself Edward. Are you stroking that huge cock of yours?" I ask.
"Fuck yes. I'm so fucking hard for you right now. I'm stroking myself imagining it's your mouth wrapped around me. Where else do you want my hands Bella?" he pants. Fuck I'm so turned on right now. I can barely think straight.
"unnhhggg I want your hands on my pussy. Teasing my clit and pumping in and out of me with your fingers," I tell him through ragged breaths as my finger find their way inside me.
"Fuck I want that too baby. I want my mouth on your pussy too. Would you like that? Me tasting you, sucking on your clit," he growls.
"Ahhh fuck yes. Edward, I want you so bad. I want your cock inside me. Pounding into me, filling every last bit of me," I scream and moan at the same time.
"Oh God Bella. I can't wait to be inside you. My cock thrusting in and out of that beautiful pussy of yours. I'm close baby. I want you to cum for me," he demands.
"I'm close too…so fucking close. Oh God I'm gonna cum. Cum with me Edward," I moan.
"I will baby. Scream for me. I want to hear you scream my name," he groans. My fingers are pumping into me faster, and I can feel my walls clenching around them.
"AH FUCK! YES! EDWARD!" I scream. I can't believe how hard I'm cumming. I've never cum this hard from my own hand.
"Uhhh BELLA. HOLY SHIT!" he grunts as he cums. I can hear him breathing heavily.
"Oh my God Edward. That was amazing. I've never done that before," I tell him honestly.
"Me either Bella. Fuck that was hot. I can't wait till tomorrow. I want to see you so badly," he tells me sounding almost desperate. I can relate. I want nothing more than for him to be here right now holding me as I come down from my high, so I tell him.
"I wish you were here with me right now. I like when you hold me," I say. I can't believe how honest I can be with him without feeling awkward. It feels like I've known him for so long already, and I only met him yesterday.
"I like holding you too baby, but I'll see you first thing tomorrow morning. I want you to get some rest now. The sooner you go to bed, the sooner you'll see me," he tells me.
"Mmm ok that sounds good. I'll see you tomorrow Edward. Sweet dreams," I say.
"You too. Goodnight my Bella," he says quietly.
I hang up the phone and feel like I'm floating on cloud nine. He called me HIS Bella. This all seems too good to be true. He's far too sweet to be real. Fuck do I have it bad for this man. I step out of the bath and dry myself off. I know I'm playing in dangerous territory right now, but I can't bring myself to care. I have a gorgeous, sweet, caring guy coming to see me tomorrow morning. Consequences be damned. I'm not giving him up.
I soon find myself falling into a heavy sleep dreaming of my Edward.
*END CHAPTER*
A/N
Just a reminder that there are links on my profile for Bella and Emmaline's park outfits. The photobucket link also has pictures of Bella's Range Rover, Maria, and a bunch of other shit.
I hope everyone enjoyed this chapter. Who loved Jasper in this chapter? I know I did. My dad actually calls me peach, and I always thought it was adorable. I also have a French bulldog named Lucie. She's hilarious and I love her, so I wanted to put her in this story. French bulldogs also happen to be a designer dog that are becoming quite popular. I thought it was fitting for an heiress.
Please review so I know that people are actually reading and enjoying. I would also really appreciate any criticism or questions you might have.
Thanks for reading. Chapter 3 should be up this weekend.
