Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer owns all things Twilight. All songs and song lyrics belong to their respective owners, not to me. I own nothing except the story.


Chapter Songs:

"Kids with Guns" – Gorillaz

"U.R.A Fever" – The Kills

"Sly" dnb remix – Massive Attack


Chapter 3 – Fuck Edward Masen! Literally.

The minute I'd made it back to my plush hotel room at the Chateau Marmont, I began to panic. I just knew when Edward told James - my boss- what I'd done to his balls, my ass would be out on the street before I even set foot on New York pavement.

I immediately checked my BlackBerry to see if I'd had any calls from either James or Alice, but there were none.

Then it started to buzz in my hand.

I didn't recognize the number, so I pressed 'Ignore'. Whoever it was called me three more times, so I just threw the phone on the bed and went to take a hot bath. Usually a hot bath or shower would calm me, but this time, no such luck. After soaking in the tub for over half an hour, I was pruny and still distraught.

I gave up and decided that I'd be better off just going the fuck home and snatched my phone off the bed to call the airport. There was a missed call from Alice, and my heart sank.

Shit. This is it. Might as well get it over with.

With my heart in my throat, I dialed her number and waited for the execution to begin. I didn't have to wait long, seeing as she picked up on the first ring.

"Bella? What are you-" I immediately began to cry. "Bella! What happened? Are you okay?"

I started sobbing my answer, unintelligibly, telling her everything that'd happened.

"What? I can't understand you, Bella, slow down."

"Alice, it was horrible, and it's all…my fault," I sobbed between hiccups. "I told you… this was a bad… idea…"

"What did that prick do to you, Bella? I will fly there right now and rip his dick off!"

Huh?

"Wait…" I sniffed. "You mean you didn't hear from him yet?"

"Oh, I heard from him alright, but he was going on and on about how great you were, and how he needed your number so he could talk to you again…so I thought things had gone well."

He called her? And he said I was great?

I sniffed again, "He…he did?"

"Yeah, he did. But Bella, why are you crying? Tell me what happened!"

Between sniffs I managed to answer, "He was…being a smartass dick…and I got pissed… and sort of…dumped my hot coffee… on his balls."

It was so silent on her end- I could hear the TV in her living room, advertising the Sham-Wow mop.

"Regular mops just spread the mess around…Sham-wow mop cleans it up in seconds…"

"Alice?"

After another moment of silence, she burst out laughing. When she eventually managed to get herself under control, she finally answered, "Well, I'd say you made quite the impression, since he begged me to give him your number. Did he call you?"

"Um, yeah, I think so, but I didn't answer since I didn't recognize the number."

"Hmm…so what are you gonna do now?" she asked.

"I was about to book a flight home…" I mumbled as I played with a string on my shirt.

"Bella…it's almost midnight. Just go to bed, and get on the flight I booked for you tomorrow."

I sighed, "Yeah, I guess you're right."

We talked for a few more minutes before I ended the call. She sounded exhausted, but I was too wound up to sleep. I possibly had Edward Masen's number on my cell, and it was taunting me. Would he be nice, or would he be a prick again?

What to do, what to do…

I decided against calling him since I was positive it would lead to more insults, digging my grave deeper. Instead, I stayed up late, watching my usual re-runs of Family Guy until sleep finally came for me.

X-X-X

In the morning, I repacked my bag and washed my face. It wasn't until I came out of the bathroom and checked the time on my phone, that I realized I had an unheard voicemail. I pressed the button and waited.

"Isabella, it's me Edward… Look, I just wanted to call you and apologize for being such an asshole. It's just that…no one has ever talked to me like that and…I don't know why, but you…you just…I don't know what it is about you… I don't usually act like that… Still, I was a complete dick, and I'm sorry. Really truly sorry. And if you'd like to finish the interview, I'll be staying at the Chateau Marmont tonight before I fly home tomorrow. Anyway, uh…just call me back…please?...I just want to know if you're alright…okay…bye."

The phone beeped, signaling the end of the message. I sat there, dumbfounded, on the edge of the bed.

He had called me…to apologize…after I had yelled at him…insulted him…dumped hot coffee on his nuts…on purpose…yet, he was calling to apologize…and he was staying in the same hotel as me.

I didn't know what to do. My mind was going in sixty different directions. I could call him back, but I didn't know what to say. I listened to the voicemail a couple more times. Not just so I could hear his voice though. Okay, maybe it was just so I could hear his voice again.

Fuck, I am so pathetic. What am I? A teenager? Just call him back.

No, don't do it. What if you piss him off again and make things worse?

Send him a text. No, that's just lame. Plus, he'd probably text you back, and texts can be mis-construed at times…shit!

After much argument with myself, I decided I would call him once I got home. I wanted to be in the comfort of my apartment before I went down that road. I then called the front desk to see if Edward had checked out yet, since I now knew he was staying here as well. I didn't want to run into him in the lobby or anything. It was just after ten a.m. and the front desk attendant told me that Edward had indeed already checked out.

As quickly as possible, I made my way to the lobby with my small bag and proceeded to check out. I was coming around the corner to the little outdoor café to get a cup of coffee, when I heard a distinct voice yelling and I froze, hiding behind a large tree in the courtyard.

"I don't care what you have to do, Carlisle, just find her. She didn't call me back last night and…no….No!...I didn't…okay, I did but…Carlisle…just…uggggh. Okay, fine. Bye."

I peeked around the tree, to see none other than Edward Masen, hunched over a large cup of coffee and pulling at his sexy, bronze, bed-hair with complete frustration. I had a perfectly clear view of his face, and it was obvious that he hadn't slept well, judging from the dark circles under his eyes. I wanted to go and sit with him, make him feel better, but for one thing, I was looking pretty scrubby. I was only able to get maybe two hours of sleep myself and hadn't put any thought into my outfit for today. I was wearing a thin, white t-shirt, covered by a light blue button up (which I left open), and a large, oversized, navy blue hoodie and my most comfortable pair of stretchy, skinny jeans. I had managed to keep these comfortable clothes from Alice's clutches, and I was wearing those and my teal blue chucks…and not a stitch of makeup.

Edward wasn't dressed much differently from myself (a black and white flannel over a white t-shirt, black jeans and black Converse), but still, I was not about to do this right now. So, chicken-shit as I am, I put my sunglasses on and high-tailed my ass out of there. I could always just hit up the coffee shop at the airport.

X-X-X

Two hours later, I was sitting in my first class window seat, thinking that coffee may have been a bad idea. I had a six hour flight to live through, and coffee had just made me more on edge. I decided to get a rum and Diet Coke from the flight attendant, pronto. She must have sensed my issues, seeing as how she handed me two extra little bottles of rum.

I liked this girl.

After folding my sunglasses over the middle of my low, v-neck t-shirt collar, I poured my first bottle of rum into the glass of soda and started to chug it down. I was about to pour the other two bottles in when a voice in the back of my head told me I'd better not. I didn't really want to risk another drooling, sleep-talking incident like last time, so I chucked the two tiny bottles into my open hobo bag at my feet. The tiny amount of booze I'd just consumed wouldn't get me buzzed in the slightest, but that was probably for the better.

As I put my ear-buds on flicked on my iPod, I wondered what the hell was taking so long for the plane to get on its way. We'd been sitting here boarding for well over twenty minutes. I put on some Gorillaz and closed my eyes, while waiting for the plane to move. I tried to just get into the music and relax as I bobbed my head to the beat of the song and sung along.

"Kids with guns…kids with guns…takin over…but it won't be long…they're mesmerized…skeletons…kids with guns…kids with guns…easy does it, easy does it, they got something to say no to…" I sang.

Yeah, I knew I was singing out loud, and probably looked retarded as I rocked out with my eyes closed, but I didn't care. I was on my way home to my fluffy kitty and my nice warm bed. It didn't matter what happened, so long as the plane didn't crash. I kept singing, waiting for the plane to fucking move already.

"Drinkin out…pacifier…vitamin souls…the street desire…doesn't make sense to…but it won't be long…kids with guns…kids with guns…"

Finally, I felt the plane move backwards. I clutched the arm of the seat as I continued to sing and groove, clenching my eyelids tightly together. It seemed to be helping, so why stop? I also wondered why they didn't ask me to turn off my iPod. Didn't that fuck with plane equipment or some shit? Ah well.

"And they're turning us into monsters…turning us into fire…turning us into monsters…it's all desire, it's all desire…it's all desire…push it real, push it…push it, push it, push it real, push it…" I continued to sing out loud.

Another minute later, the plane began to speed down the runway, and I sank lower in my seat. I kept singing since it was the only thing keeping me from ripping the leather off my seat, but as the plane started to lift off the tarmac, I let out a whimper and squeezed my eyes tighter together. Suddenly I felt a warm hand cover mine, along with a familiar electric feeling. I opened my eyes, looked to my left, and gasped in shock. Green eyes and fuck-hot jaw stubble stared back at me.

Edward Masen was sitting in the seat to my left. Next to me. Holding my hand. With me in my scrubby attire, rocking out like a dork.

Kill. Me. Now.

I stared at him, wide eyed, with my jaw hanging open for who knows how long. He smiled and reached over with his other hand to pull the ear buds out of my ears.

"Are you following me, Isabella?" he joked.

I tried to form a snarky answer, but I couldn't even get one word out.

"Isabella?"

"Wha…yes?...wait…huh?"

Yeah…real good, Swan.

"Well, at least I know you're safe, since you didn't call me back last night."

"I…was going to but…I…"

"It's okay. I understand. I should probably go find another seat. I don't want to bother you," he said sadly and started to get up, letting go of my hand in the process. I instantly felt disappointed at the loss of contact, and I didn't like it.

I grabbed his arm. "No! Sit. Please?" Apparently, I'd turned into a caveman with my new one word vocabulary.

He sat back down and I flicked off my iPod, chucking it into my purse down below.

"Look, I'm sorry I- ," he started, but I cut him off.

"No, I'm the one who should be sorry. Um…I was unprofessional, and I don't know why I behaved that way, and I apologize."

"Well…I shouldn't have kept teasing you about Myer. I've met the guy and he really is a douche-bag."

I snorted. "Yeah, that's an understatement."

Just as we both started to laugh, the plane started to dip and shake - hard - and I gasped, clutching the seat again. Edward watched me as the plane started to shake harder and I started making strange noises and whining, "Oh God, oh God, oh God…"

He moved closer to me and pulled me into his side, throwing his arm around my shoulders and rubbing my arm gently. "Hey…it's okay…it's just a little turbulence…you're okay…it'll be over in a minute," he cooed, soothingly.

I shit you not, as soon as he had his arms around me, I wasn't scared anymore. I instantly felt relieved, so I didn't make any sort of move to tell him to get off of me. We sat there silently for a minute while the plane jerked us around. It smoothed out for a few seconds and then started shaking more, and I couldn't help but bury my head in his chest. He continued to rub my arm and shoulder as the plane shook violently and I started to wonder if we were going to crash. I'd been on my share of plane rides, and it had NEVER been this bad before. Still, I wasn't freaking out completely, like I normally would be.

No, by now I would have asked for an oxygen mask.

I think Edward was trying to distract me when he started talking again.

"So, do you think you'll ever tell me what happened with him?"

Who?... Oh, not this again.

I looked up at him until we were face to face, inches apart. I wanted to challenge him by asking him to tell me about Tanya Denali, first. But when he kept rubbing my arm the way he was, and gazing at me, I couldn't help but give him what he wanted.

I gulped and closed my eyes for a second. "He….I…interviewed him last year…and he…got me drunk…and tried to…you know…in his hotel room," I whispered as I looked down at my hands in my lap.

I waited for Edward to start laughing at me or tell me that I shouldn't have been so stupid, but when I looked back up at him, his jaw was flexed tight and he was glaring at the back of the seat in front of him.

"Edward?"

His hand gripped my shoulder tightly for a second, before he finally looked at me again.

"I know, I know," I continued. "I shouldn't have trusted him, I shouldn't have taken the drinks he gave me, and I was stupid…"

"No, Isabella. I was just thinking how I'd like to… knock his fucking teeth out, next time I see him. You're right. The guy is a bastard. I just didn't think he would… fucking disgusting," he seethed.

Well damn. Another reaction that I didn't expect.

"Can we just…change the subject?" I begged.

"Sure, Isabella. Sorry."

"Please…just call me Bella."

He smiled brightly. "Alright…Bella."

The way he looked at me then and the way he said my name, made me blush like an idiot and I couldn't help but smile back at him. Lucky for me, the plane decided to shake violently, causing me to bury my head in his neck and chest area for a while. Not that I was complaining.

"Bella?"

"Yeah?" I answered against his chest.

"Did you know today is Valentine's Day?"

"It is?"

"Yup."

"Okay," I said.

At this he laughed, and I felt his chest rattle.

"So…did you have any plans…with anyone…today?" he stuttered.

I'm sure he could feel me smiling against his chest. "Edward Masen, are you asking me to be your Valentine?" I laughed.

"Maybe," he answered.

"Hmmm…I'll think about it."

"You're a real pain in the ass, aren't you?" he countered, the smile obvious in his tone.

"Maybe," I laughed.

He gently grabbed my chin and forced me to lift my head and look at him. The plane was jerking all around us, but we were in our own little bubble. The air was zinging around us again, and we stared into each other's eyes before our lips slowly came together at the same time. It was a long and gentle kiss, but when I deepened it with my tongue, he pulled back and frowned.

"Bella, I'm sorry…I shouldn't have…I mean…I should've asked you first. I didn't know you'd been drinking. I'm sorry."

"Uh…I only had half a rum and coke…and…I wasn't exactly complaining," I laughed nervously.

I was awarded with his gorgeous smile and another kiss. "So, will you go out on a date with me, then?" he asked.

"Maybe," I smirked before laying my head back down in the crook of his neck - My new favorite place – and hesitantly putting one hand on his chest. When he pulled me in tighter, I yawned, completely exhausted from lack of sleep.

He sighed and rested his head on top of mine, and somehow, amidst the violent plane ride, we both fell asleep. In each other's arms.

X-X-X

I put my hands on his muscular chest and slammed him against the back of the door to my apartment while I kissed him savagely. I had no idea what the hell had suddenly gotten into me. Maybe it was the pent up sexual frustration of not seeing a naked man in over a year, or maybe it was some kind of spell that Edward Masen had put on me during the cab ride over from the airport. All I knew was that when he tried to get out of the cab in front of his apartment, by himself, and didn't ask me to come up to his place…I wanted him.

When he stood next to the open cab door at his penthouse apartment, something in me sparked. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back into the cab and told the driver to take us to my place. Edward's eyes were wide with shock, which threw me off as well. I just knew that I wasn't ready for this – whatever it was- to end yet.

I wasn't sure if it was the fact that he'd taken a cab instead of the large black SUV they'd sent for him - making him look so normal to me- or if it was because he'd made no other moves on me, except holding my hand in the cab ride from the airport to his place. What I did know, was that if he was willing, I was going to take charge of the situation this time, and fuck him senseless.

And so, I did.

He talked nervously to me about monotonous things until we reached my apartment door. And as soon as he closed the door behind us, I pounced, throwing my bags to the ground in the process, and yanking his off his shoulder to rid them as well. After attacking his mouth with my own, I reached up and ripped off his beanie so I could finally rake my fingers through that sex hair of his.

And it…was…heavenly.

I threaded my fingers into the hair at the back of his head, causing Edward to grab me by the ass and pull me closer to him. No words were spoken as I ground my stomach into the large bulge in his pants. The only sounds that could be heard were each other's moans and heavy breathing, along with the smacking, sucking, and licking of each other's lips.

I was too close and not close enough at the same time. I could faintly hear my cat, Felix, meowing loudly in the background for attention, but he'd have to wait until mommy was finished molesting her new friend.

As we made our way backwards to my bedroom, a trail of clothing was left along the way. By the time I pushed him down on my bed, we were both clad only in our underwear, with the exception of my black lacy bra. I marveled at the smattering of bronze hair on his rock hard chest and abs, as I straddled his lap and traced my fingers slowly down his happy trail. Edward hissed and closed his eyes tightly as his fingers ground into the flesh at my hips.

"Bella, we don't have to do this," he groaned as I licked the skin at his neck. I'd never been the aggressor in bed, but Edward Masen had brought something new out in me – something wild and wanton. It was like my inner tiger had been released from her cage, and I didn't know if I could put her back in, even if I wanted to.

I grazed my chin along his sideburn and whispered into his ear, "Did you want me to stop?"

He shivered at my words but finally answered me in a low voice, "God, no. I just don't want you to regret-"

"Then, shut up and fuck me," I commanded, huskily.

Whoa. Where the hell did that come from?

I didn't even have more than a second to think about being embarrassed, because Edward flipped me on my back with superhuman speed and started pulling down the straps of my bra, before reaching around to my back and unhooking it with just a snap of his fingers.

As he licked and sucked at my breasts and neck, I scratched my nails down his back with one hand and gripped his hair with the other as I wrapped my legs around his waist, pulling him closer to me. He responded by rubbing his huge erection into my center, causing me to moan very loudly. I felt him smile against my neck, but resisted the urge to say something snarky. I couldn't form a single word right then if I tried.

Edward started to pull down my matching black lace thong, when I realized I wasn't sure if I had any condoms left over from before Riley moved out. While Edward attacked my breasts and my stomach, I reached over to my nightstand and felt around blindly for a foil packet. When I finally felt one, I snatched it up in my hand and brought it to me, ready to rip it open with my teeth. Edward looked up from my breasts and eyed the condom in my hand.

"That's not gonna fit," he said smugly and I panicked. Surely, I couldn't sleep with a notorious man-whore like Edward Masen without a condom! I tensed up immediately and he sensed it, adding, "Don't worry, I have my own," before returning his attention back to my breasts. Of course he does…The second his hot mouth was on my nipple, I forgot all about condom discussions for the time being.

The next thing I knew he was making his way south, kissing every inch of skin along the way, and pulling my panties down in the process. I kept my hands in his hair the whole time and when he started kissing his way up my thighs, I pulled a little at his hair in anticipation. Slowly he made his way to my wet, hot center. As he licked and sucked me there, I pulled his hair so hard, I was sure I was hurting him…that is, until he started going at me, feverishly, and driving me absolutely crazy. It only took seconds before I was screaming his name and panting from the wave of orgasm that crashed over me, leaving me dazed and content.

I was still seeing stars when I felt the bed move and heard the sound of foil wrap being ripped. Had he left the room? Was that a condom wrapper? When did he grab that? Usually, I was a very observant person, but right now, I couldn't even remember my last name.

When the room finally came back into focus, I looked down to see Edward rolling a condom over his massive length. Holy Shit! He wasn't kidding when he said the other condom wouldn't fit! Edward's dick made Riley's look like a mini-corndog! Was that even going to fit? Jesus!

The wanton-tiger-bitch in me was re-awakened by the sight, and she wanted her dinner. As soon as he started to crawl up my body with his muscular arms and chest, I pulled his face down to mine and kissed him passionately, massaging his tongue with mine, and biting his lip. He moaned in response and that was all I needed to launch my next attack. I hooked a leg over his hip and somehow, I managed to flip us over so that I was on top, straddling him again.

I started kissing and sucking on his neck as I reached down and gripped his monstrously large dick in my hand and positioned myself. This was probably going to hurt. A lot.

While I slowly lowered myself onto him, Edward was palming my breast with one hand, and caressing my thigh and ass with the other.

"God…so…tight," he panted, breathlessly.

When he was finally all the way in, we both moaned, finally being connected, skin to skin. Like puzzle pieces clicking together, we fit perfectly. He pulled his hand away from my breast, only to place it on my cheek. I raised my head and looked into his burning, emerald eyes. I could see so many things reflected in them. Desire, gratitude, heartache, lust, fear…

"Bella," he murmured, "I want you…so badly… I…I need you."

The meaning behind his words was there in his eyes, and it was all I needed.

"You have me," I whispered.

A silent understanding was forged between us that night as our bodies melted together, over and over again. It was the best sex I'd ever had in my entire life, and although I wasn't sure if he felt the same, it didn't matter. I had never believed in love at first sight before, and I didn't know what the future would hold after this night was over. All I knew, impossible as it seemed, was that Edward Masen was a famous rock star, sought after by millions of women all around the world, but he was there, with me. He would probably only break my heart, and take my soul with him, but it didn't change the fact that I was already stupidly falling for him, crazy and scary as it was. And that night, as he held me tightly against his chest while he slept, I thought, no, I believed he felt it too.

And it was enough…for now.


A/N: And now for the aftermath...