Hi guys! I hope you are all enjoying the story so far! This chapter is from Bella's point of view, and after this chapter we take it up a notch and heat it up!
Bella...
My feet had felt wet ever since I opened my apartment door and stepped into a raining ceiling and a sopping wet floor. Nearly everything had been ruined.
My heart had been crushed as I stood and looked around the kitchen and living room. The apartment wasn't much, after all I was a student living in New York City, but it was my home.
I'm pretty sure I cried.
Making my way into the bedroom, I was relieved to see that only the first half of the ceiling had begun to falter from the water in the apartment above.
I cursed them to hell.
Running to my wardrobe, I grabbed my duffle bag and whatever clothes were clean and dry. Then I grabbed my extra rucksack, piling in the books whose pages hadn't fallen apart due to the dampness and water. My college rucksack, which lucky I'd had with me during my trip to the coffee shop, contained everything I needed for my classes.
With a sigh and a frown, I wasn't really sure what I could do now. But I definitely had to leave.
The ceiling was looking even more dangerously low than it had before.
Leaving the bedroom, I picked up another few items that I either thought I'd need, or just wanted to keep close to me.
I was a sentimental person.
Taking one last look around, not really knowing how to react, I'd left the apartment and locked the door.
I walked across the hallway, knocking gently on the flat door two doors down.
Jacob answered the door automatically, a bright smile reaching his features as he looked at me. That only lasted a second though.
His eyes took in my now damp face and soaking hair, as well as the bags in my hands.
"What the hell, Bella?" He opened the door wider and let me inside, "What happened?"
"My apartment is flooded. I- I don't even know what happened. It looks like it's coming from upstairs. The bloody ceiling looks like it's about to come down."
"Ok ok, sit down." He fussed over me, taking off my sodden coat and placing my bags in the corner of his living room.
I sat on his couch, sighing as I looked around, "Where's Mike?"
"He's still at work. It's our anniversary tonight." He grinned, moving to the kitchen and grabbing the coffee jar from the cupboard.
I loved Jacob and Mike, they were my best friends.
And I loved that they were a couple.
Though, I felt like the third wheel an awful lot.
That night, Jacob fed me coffee and cake whilst helping me call the landlord and have him come see the damage. They'd start work on it the next day but the harm caused would take them up to two weeks to sort out.
So in real terms, it would probably take three weeks.
Jacob was letting me sleep on his couch for the night, but I took myself off to a Starbucks to do some college work whilst he and Mike had their date. When I eventually returned they were in bed, and I took the time to call my brother.
Surely he could help me with this.
He'd answered straight away, like always. Within minutes he'd offered me to stay in his spare room.
When I hung up the phone and laid down to sleep, I suddenly began to worry about Emmett's roommate.
He'd told me about him before. They worked together at the hospital, and they were best friends. He was very smart, and very straight cut. He was hard to please. He was a clean freak. He was handsome, and women loved him. I couldn't remember his name in my sleepy state; Ethan maybe? Earl? No not Earl.
I went through the names in my head as I fell into a deep sleep.
Edward. It was definitely Edward.
And I was scared of what would happen when I met him.
Right now I was staring into the eyes of a killer.
A killer perhaps because he was drop dead gorgeous.
As soon as Emmett had moved out of my way and let me inside, my eyes had found the shirtless body seated at the dining table.
In reality my eyes should have taken in their vast apartment first. The ceilings were high, with long white walls and wide rooms. It was open plan, with the living room situated directly as you came in the door. The sofas were black, with a glass coffee table, a liquor cabinet and a humongous flat screen TV hanging on the wall. The dining area was just to the left of the living room, and the dark brown wooden table had four black leather chairs seated around it. The entire thing sat next to a full length glass wall that looked out over the city. I could see Central Park and a mass of high rise buildings from here.
But that didn't hold my attention.
Not even the kitchen further to the left that seemed to be made of pure silver and white metal could take my concentration.
I was totally fixated on him.
His eyes bore into mine. Deep green eyes that I could tell were smart, handsome and passionate. And they were staring at me like I might blow up any second.
His hair seemed wild, and I wasn't sure if it was naturally like that or it was because he had just gotten out of bed. His face was angular, straight cut with a jaw that could cut ice. His lips were sensual, like they could whisper words in my ears and send shivers straight up my back. They had a nice smile too.
A dangerous smile. A smile that could trap anyone.
He wore only pyjama bottoms, and no shirt.
His body was spectacular. A long torso, defined abs, and just the right amount of muscle on his biceps.
Good lord.
Emmett was introducing us, and I felt myself blush as I realised that my brother probably realised I'd been ogling his flatmate.
"Hi, Edward." My mouth was dry, and I tried to swallow hard as I smiled.
He didn't answer. He just kept staring at me.
He seemed to have an aura about him that called out to me. I wanted to talk to him, hear him tell me things, I wanted to share things with him. I wanted to sit with him. Even just in silence.
It was like I always wanted to be near him.
He was automatically inviting me in, just by the welcoming nature of his eyes and the seductiveness of his lips.
"Hi, Bella. Nice to meet you." His voice was distant, almost as if he didn't really understand what he was saying.
But the way he said my name made my knees go weak.
Thankfully, Emmett hadn't registered any difference between me or Edward, and he made his way to the kitchen to make me breakfast. I offered to help, following him and running my fingers along the countertops in awe.
I heard Emmett's voice asking Edward if he wanted anymore food, but he got no reply from him.
Perhaps he was mute.
I turned to look at Edward, and I was surprised to see his face still pinned towards the door.
Exactly where I'd been standing.
His eyes were wide and unblinking, and his mouth was open slightly.
He didn't look like he was breathing.
Was he ok?
Emmett shouted at him, and suddenly the apartment was alive.
Edward replied. Emmett began speaking to me. And I tried to answer him as best I could.
We were talking about my books, and suddenly Edward piped up.
"How many books did you lose?" He asked me, his eyes were beaming into my own and he sounded like he cared.
He really sounded like he cared.
When I answered him, his eyes turned humours and he laughed.
It was a knee trembling sound.
"You like to read that much?"
I wasn't sure if he was shocked or being patronising, but either way my cheeks flamed with colour.
"Yes." My voice cracked slightly and I looked down.
Suddenly, Emmett was handing me toast and coffee. I thanked him, asking if he had to work today as we made our way to the dining table.
As I sat down, I looked at Edward one more time.
His face, which had up until now seemed somewhat in admiration of something, had now turned into what looked like frustration and anger.
His jaw locked, and he took a quick look at Emmett before staring at me.
I wasn't sure how long it was that he stared, but my body turned cold as I read something similar to strong dislike in his face.
He pushed his plate away from himself, getting up from his seat.
Emmett glanced up at him, "Where you going?" He asked, his mouth full.
"Anywhere." He replied coldly, turning on his heel and walking towards the hallway that led to the bedrooms.
And just like that, he was gone.
I hope you guys enjoyed!
Please review. They mean a lot to me and it motivates me to write more!
Thanks!