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Edward is used to getting everything he wants. And sex with Edward moves quick. Lol. But Bella was not really trying to keep her virginity from him. She's highly attracted to him. You could say she expected to give it to him, maybe not in that way….but she anticipated it.
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I love dark Edward too. I did really consider putting Edward's POV in. If enough people want it, then I will think about it some more. Perhaps I will…..
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Leaving the private suite, I ended up running into the pubic bathrooms to sob a little. My makeup was a mess and my face was flushed a deep red from crying so hard.
I couldn't believe that this man could do this to me. Again. Get me so unglued. He had no heart. He was so cruel, and just- just, mean!
"Bella?" I heard a voice come from the other end of my stall. I sat in the bathroom stall crying in the corner.
"Bella. What happened?" It was Sugar.
"Please just go away." I sobbed.
"Open the door."
"Please Sugar," I pleaded, "just go."
"Either you open up, or I crash in." I got up, stomped over to the stall door, and yanked it open.
"Oh my," she said looking at my face. "Bella, what happened?"
"Nothing! I'm shit ok? And I just feel dirty. He had no right to treat me that way!"
"Cullen?"
"Yes! Fucking Cullen!"
"You are not shit. Everyone knows that Cullen can be a dick. No pun intended. The only reason he's treated like a god is because he has deep pockets."
"It shouldn't matter," I hiccupped, "he should not be allowed to treat another person that way."
Sugar hugged me. "It's ok Bella. How about you take my shift on the floor tonight. Just delivering drinks. And I'll get Jessica to fill your spot in the back." Jessica? Oh, the girl I tried to be. "Come on," she said pulling me over to the mirror and cleaning my makeup off the sides of my cheeks.
"I slapped him," I said looking at her through the mirror.
She paused, "who? Cullen? You slapped Cullen?" she said smirking. "You slapped Mr. Cullen?" She said again a little louder.
"Twice," I said slightly smiling.
"Bella, that is so boss! God knows he's been long overdue for that. No wonder he looked so upset."
I laughed a little, sniffing. "He probably will report me James, if he hasn't already. I'll have to sit through another lecture. Or worse get fired."
"Cullen left already."
"He did?"
"Yeah. After you ran out, he came out looking very upset. He used the back exit to leave instead of walking through the main of the club. I knew something was up. So I came to find you."
"Thank you Sugar."
"No worries. I told you, we ladies must look out for one another." She smoothed down my dress for me and then chuckled. "Um, you have a, um."
"What?" I said my eyes widening.
"You have a hickey on your neck."
"Oh God," I said looking closer in the mirror. I saw it right on the side of my neck where Cullen had been kissing me. Bastard. How was I going to hide this from Charlie? It was right there! For everyone to see. I bet he did it on purpose. "It's so big."
Sugar laughed a little. "Was the sex good?" Amazing!
"Yeah it was good. But I'm done with him. I don't want to have anything to do with him. It's not worth it." She didn't say anything to this just took a paper towel and dapped my face dry.
I didn't see Cullen the rest of the night. I guessed he went home to sleep and go on his trip. He probably didn't even give me a second thought. I ended up delivering drinks in the main area of the club while Jessica, whom I had not met yet, took my place in the back room.
I endured mild catcalls, and touching from the men, but nothing serious. I finished my shift, said goodbye to Sugar and stumbled onto the bus headed for home. I changed in the back, pulling my pants up under my dress. I was happy knowing that tomorrow, Tuesday, was my day off from the club and I could just have a normal day of school and market work.
I came home late around 10:45pm and hoped Charlie would not question me too much.
"Bella?" I heard Charlie say from the kitchen. I guess it was too much to ask for.
"Hey dad," I said quietly. I pulled my hair down around my shoulders and neck to hide the red mark that Cullen had so graciously left.
"Where have you been? I have been calling you on your phone. I was worried about you! Where have you been?" I should tell him. I should tell him the truth. Cullen's words echoed through my head. "Does your father know his daughter is a little slut? Does he know his daughter sucks cock for money?" I could feel the tears coming at the thought of his words.
"I-I was held up at the market. They were low on staff, so I volunteered to stay later. I'm sorry, I should have told you. I wasn't thinking."
Charlie heaved a sigh. "Bella, you can't do that. You can't disappear like that. I was worried sick. At least pick up your phone. That's why I got it for you. Don't ever do that to me again!"
"I won't I'm sorry."
Charlie ran a hand through his hair. "Well, I had made dinner for us because I got home early, but you never showed. I thought you would call but the time just got later and later. I was in the middle of calling the market when you walked in." My heart beat a little faster. What if he found out I wasn't even there?
"Did you get a hold of anyone?"
"No, it just kept ringing. But believe me, I was trying."
I heaved a sigh. "It won't happen again. I'm sorry."
"Come here," he said holding out his arms to me. He bear hugged me and I laughed a little. "You scared me to death. I realize you're getting older now and want your freedom, but try to keep me informed along the way. Please."
"I will try."
"Go get some rest," he patted me on the back and I scampered off to my room. After taking a shower to scrub myself hard, I climbed into bed and silently cried myself to sleep.
Over the next few days I had got a nice schedule down of balancing my market and club job. I discussed my schedule with my boss at the market telling him I needed to get off by 4 instead of six. In exchange for him doing this for me I agreed to make up the extra hours on the weekend. I hated working on the weekend, but it was the only way to balance out the two jobs.
Charlie went back to working late hours, not even coming home until 1 in the morning again. Charlie didn't know about my working at the club, he gathered that I was just working later shifts at the market when I told him I would be home around 10:30. I informed him that because of school, I wanted to pick up some hours working later shifts. He wasn't too happy about it. He reluctantly agreed when I told him my mind was set and it was the only way I could continue to work and go to school.
Mondays, Wednesdays, and Fridays were my late night shifts at the club. I attended school, then went to my market job, and then to the club. On Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturdays I worked late shifts at the market to make up the extra hours.
On whatever off time I had I worked on my homework and studied.
My only real free day was Sundays, because I got to spend time with Charlie, do extra homework, and get ready for the next week.
Ever since Cullen, I had decided not work the back rooms as much. I had a lot more fun entertaining the public crowd and bringing them their drinks. The men touched me, but it was nothing too degrading. Not the way Cullen degraded me. I found myself actually getting used to being touched, or slapped on the behind. I enjoyed learning the different types of drinks people would order. I even enjoyed watching some of the fist fights that would suddenly brake out at the bar. They never lasted long, because security would handle it, but I enjoyed watching from a safe corner.
James didn't seem to mind my new placement. As long as I was on time and did my full shift he was happy. I hadn't made a lot of money bringing drinks, at least not the kind of money I made with Cullen, but I felt that the new placement was good for me.
There was no sign of Cullen for two weeks.
Part of me thought he might have cancelled his membership after me slapping and treating him in such a way. However, I also thought that if that was the case James would have fired me. Maybe he found some other girl to fuck and take advantage of. After all the only reason he put up with me was because I spread my legs for him. If it wasn't for sex, he would have never even noticed me.
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It was Friday night, and I was finishing up my shift, cleaning tables while smiling as a few men whistled trying to look under my short my black skirt. I knew it was harmless flirting, so I smiled at them a few times.
It was late and I wanted to get home by 10:30. I was so tired, but also very happy that it was Friday and I would not have to work at the club again till Monday. As much as I bitched about my job at the market, I now found it rather relaxing and calming compared to the craziness of the club. It would be nice to unwind a little at my market job over the weekend and spend some time with Charlie.
I cleared some tables and wiped them down. I grabbed a glass that still had a little bit of beer in it, "hey," I felt a hand grab mine. I jumped a little. I had not seen anyone sitting at the table. "I'm not done with that."
I squinted my eyes to get a better look at him. It was such a dark corner.
"I'm sorry Sir. I didn't see you," I laughed a little awkwardly.
"I've seen you. Very attractive." My eyes darted in different directions wondering who this creep was.
"Ok," I said quickly, "well I'll come back in a little bit. We will be closing soon, just to let you know." The man stood up and came out into the light a little. He was very attractive himself. He had short eye length hair, green eyes, and nice guns.
"It's ok. I guess I'll take off now. By the way I'm Jacob."
"Bella," I said smiling at him.
"Beautiful."
"Thanks," I said starting to walk away.
"Hey," he said following me, "I'm new around here. Just moved here. You wouldn't happen to know a good place to eat would you?"
Really? That had to be the worst pick up line ever. Cullen's face flashed in my mind as I looked back at the man. Why?! Why did it feel like I would be cheating on him? I mean I hadn't seen the man in two weeks, he probably was banging other girls. So why did I feel this need to be faithful to him?
"Not really, I don't eat out much. Sorry."
"Well, maybe we can discover one together?"
I shook my head, "look, you're a nice man, but I, I can't."
"Coffee? Something simple. Look I don't know why, but I have this pull towards you. I know it might sound stockerish, but I've been coming here for the last few days and I have been wanting to ask you out for some time now. I just couldn't get the guts to do it. I didn't want you to think of me as being weird."
He did sound like a stocker.
"I can't. I have a boyfriend." The excitement in his eyes suddenly died a little.
"Oh. I didn't know. I'm sorry. I guess I should have expected that right?" He said scratching the back of his neck awkwardly. Poor guy, he looked so embarrassed.
"I think you're a nice guy. Really."
"Thanks. Well, I guess I was just a little late. Lucky man." He smiled warmly at me. "Take care then Bella. Have a nice night."
"I will," I whispered as he walked away. Why did I say I had a boyfriend? I was almost positive Cullen had moved on. Why did I feel this sense of attachment to stay true to him? Jacob seemed like a good man. Why didn't I let him in? I could've just let the perfect man walk right out of my life.
I went to grab his half-finished drink from the table and saw a generous tip under the glass. I looked to the door where Jacob had left. Did I just make a big mistake?
"Need some help?" Sugar smiled at me.
"Nope, almost done."
"Oh my god what a rush," I heard a new voice say. I looked to see a girl with light brown hair, red plush lips, and big breasts. She was wearing a tight red tank top and a short black skirt with black high heeled boots.
"Hi," I said half smiling at her picking up a few empty glasses.
"Oh hey, I'm Jessica." Oh, so this was Jessica.
"I'm Bella. Nice to meet you."
"You too! By the way I know who you are! You're really pretty."
"Thanks, you too. You having a good time in the back rooms?"
"Hell yeah. Best job ever." She said patting me on the back.
"I bet. I worked back there when I first got here, but I have no problem doing drinks either."
"That Cullen has magical fingers." My eyes widened and I nearly dropped all the glasses in my hand. Excuse me? Cullen?
I looked back at her, "who?"
"This man Cullen. You wouldn't know him, he only comes in through the private entrance to the back rooms. But oh my god," she put her hand on me, "amazing. At this rate I'll be a rich women in a month."
I gritted my teeth. And found myself evil eying the glasses in my hand. Maybe it was a different Cullen?-No Fucking way Bella!
I looked at Sugar who was slowly walking away, avoiding my gaze. Did she know?
I looked back at Jessica who was smiling from ear to ear. "Bella, if only you could experience Cullen, you would never work anywhere else." She breathed out, "so good."
I set the empty glasses down hard on the counter. "I have to pee," I said while pulling Sugar with me to the bathrooms. Once there, she yanked her arm away from my grip
"Did you know about this?"
"Know about what?" She said a little irritated.
"Cullen!"
She sighed, pulling some of her hair back from her face. "Yes, I knew."
"How could you not tell me?" I said shaking my head in confusion.
"Tell you what Bella?"
"Tell me he was back! You know I didn't know he was back!"
"No reason for you to know. Come on Bella. I mean the man treated you like dirt. And these past few weeks you haven't stopped talking about how much you hate the man. So I thought I was doing you a favor by not telling you."
"How long?"
"A week. He's been back for a week. And he's been requesting Jessica every day." He's seen Jessica at least 5 times?! He had only seen me twice.
"How? I haven't even seen him."
"He's only been entering through the back. He hasn't mentioned you at all. So I just thought it best that you two were in different spots. I don't think that makes me a criminal." Why am I so jealous?
Fuck.
No. Fuck him.
"I mean come on Bella, I'm just saying, you hate the man. Why does it matter? Besides, Cullen gets bored easily. He never keeps a lay more than a month."
I looked at her, slightly insulted. He didn't keep me more than a week!
"Not, that there is anything wrong with you," she held her hands up, "just saying that Jessica is probably a fling for a moment and he will move on soon."
"Whatever," I said shaking my head, "I don't care anymore what he does, he can go to hell for all I care." I walked passed Sugar out the restrooms to finish my work.
"Bella," Sugar ran up behind me, "if it makes you feel better-"
"I don't need to feel better," I said grabbing some more empty glasses.
"Well, he only stays for about 20 minutes."
I really didn't want to ask. But on the other hand, I really did want to ask. I was curious. 20 minutes? "What do you mean?"
"I mean," she said helping me grab some glasses, "he shows up, takes her to the back, does his thing, and then leaves. He never stays for more than 20 minutes." Strangely, that did make me feel better. Cullen stayed at least an hour or more with me.
"What's his thing? I mean what does he do?"
"What he always does," she laughed, "fuck her face. Maybe finger her a little. But like I said, it's a quick job."
"Then he just leaves? He doesn't stay?"
"Nope, wham-bam thank you ma'am. Although I doubt he says thank you. So just the wham-bam. Can't say that I blame him though, Jessica is always overly excited to see him. She can be a little over the top."
"Well, she's better than me apparently." Sugar didn't say anything, just gave me a weird look as she helped me finish my work. When we were done she gave me a hug and a kiss on the cheek.
"Take care hun. See you on Monday."
"Yep." I said giving her a kiss back on her cheek.
When I came home, the apartment was empty as Charlie was not home yet. So I took my regular shower, and went to sleep. Sometime in the night I heard Charlie come home, but I was too tired to stay awake to greet him.
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"Hey," I heard a faint voice say, "hey, Bella." I felt a tug at my arm, "Bella!" I shoot up with a jolt feeling sweaty and dizzy.
"What happened," I said still half asleep.
"It's time to go. It's Tuesday. You overslept."
"What?" I looked at my alarm clock. "Oh my god," I said jumping out of bed and running past Charlie.
"You feeling ok? Maybe you should stay home. You feel a little clammy."
"No, no, no, I have a test today," I ran into the bathroom, ripped off my night shorts and pulled on a pair of ratty blue jeans that were balled up in the corner.
"Maybe it's those late shifts," I heard Charlie shout through the door. I rolled my eyes while pulling off my bunny shirt and slipping into an average purple top. I kind of looked like a hippy, but I didn't have time to change.
"Its fine," I opened the door running my hands through my hair, "I'm ready," I grabbed my backpack.
"With no shoes?" I looked down at my tiger sippers.
I laughed a little, "oh," I ran to my closet and put on some black flats. "Now, I'm ready."
"You sure you're ok?"
"Yeah, I'm sure. Just overslept is all."
"Alright." He grabbed his jacket and keys and we headed out. Our ride was quiet as I flipped through my notebook studying what I could about the limbic system and adolescent development. "Um," I head Charlie say in the silence.
I looked up from my notes to look at him.
"How has school been going?" That was strange. School was school.
"Good, I guess." Awkward moment.
"Good. I'm glad." I smiled at him and then returned to my notes. "Work ok?" I looked over to him again.
"Yeah." Work was work.
"I don't get to talk to you that much. Or even see you for that matter. So I just thought I would check and make sure you're ok. That everyone is treating you good."
"I'm doing great dad. Thanks for asking." I smiled at him again. We pulled up to my campus and I grabbed my things to quickly to head to class.
"Bella, there's something we need to talk about. I get off early tonight. Maybe dinner? I would like to discuss something with you." Like what?
"Ok," I said hesitantly.
"What time do you get off?"
"Tonight? Well, I work late, but I guess I can call in early. Make it up on the weekend."
"That would be good. This is kind of important. I get off at 5:00 today. So I'll pick you up, you don't have to take the bus. We can grab a bite to eat out tonight."
"Sounds good. See ya tonight then."
"Have a good day. I'll see you later on." I nodded. What could he possibly have to tell me that could not wait till after my work? Did he find out about my club job? Crap. What if he saw me? I think he would be much more upset if he knew….
I ended up finishing my test early with enough time to grab a snack before heading to my next class. All I could think about during lectures was Cullen. How worthless he made me feel. How could he use another girl? Was I that bad? How could he become so bored with me in such a short amount of time? Maybe it was because I slapped him. But he deserved it.
Images of Cullen fucking Jessica's mouth kept popping into my head. Her big breasts jiggling, him closing his eyes and moaning while calling her his good little girl. It made me angry just thinking about it. How could he move on so quickly?
I imagined her spreading her legs for him as he fingered her the way he fingered me. Jessica was right, he did have magical fingers, but I felt that they were my magical fingers. I wanted his fingers in me. I wanted his big cock. I closed my eyes and shook my head to get the images out, but they were stuck in my mind.
Asshole
After my classes, I took the bus to work, checked in, and got busy. It was pleasant doing the mindless work of staking shelves and directing people to the correct aisles. It was nice to let my mind wonder in no particular direction while enjoying the soft jazz music that played throughout the store.
I traveled up the aisles rearranging some of the products in a nice neat order. I noticed in one of the aisles that it was all out of canned peaches. I remembered seeing some in the storage room. I quickly went back to retrieve them. Rolling a cart out from the back carrying a couple boxes of canned peaches, I suddenly came to a hard stop as two children ran by in front of the cart. The cart ended up backing onto my foot and I stumbled to the side losing my grip and falling.
I lost my grip on the cart as it scooted forward bashing into the side of an aisle with a hard slam.
"Ow," I said rubbing my foot while sitting on the ground.
"Bella?"
I looked up in surprise. The voice was coming from behind me, so I turned quickly.
That man from the club. What was his name? John, James, Jack. I'm pretty sure it started with a J.
"Are you ok?" He bent down and picked me up with ease from behind. What was he doing here?
"Oh yeah, I'm fine. Just clumsy is all."
"Yeah I can see that," he laughed. "I'm just joking of course. But you did a good thing in not hitting those kids."
When I was steady he let go and came around to face me with a blushing smile.
"Thanks," I said pulling my apron into place and fixing my hair.
"No problem. I didn't know you worked here too."
"Yeeeeep," I said slowly, "this is me. Helps with school." I moved around him to get the cart and continue to the aisle I was headed to before the fall.
"School. That's interesting. What are you going to school for." I heaved a sigh.
"My general education first. Then psychology."
"Nice. You going to start reading people?" I wish you could read me right now. Go away.
"I don't think so."
"Your boyfriend must be proud of you." Boyfriend? Oh-right. Yeah. My boyfriend. "And your family for that matter. I never really had a choice when it came to college. I had to keep up the family tradition."
I opened the box and started loading the canned peaches. "What's the tradition?" I asked truly curious.
"Doctor. Medical field was the only choice for me."
"It's a good job. Your folks must be really happy with you. Really good money. "
"Yeah. If I had my choice though I would have gone into woodcarving."
"Woodcarving?" I looked at him with a funny expression.
"Yeah," he said with a smile, "a passion of mine. Well now it's just a hobby, but I love it."
"That interesting. You didn't strike me as someone who enjoyed carving things."
"Really? What kind of person did I strike you as?" I smiled over at him. "No really," he said holding up his hands, "I'm curious."
"Well, I thought you might be in sales, or a banker of some sort."
"Really? That's cool. I like that."
"Not as interesting as being a doctor." I looked over at him and then froze as I saw past his shoulder Cullen standing at the far end of the aisle. He was holding a red basket with some items in it. He wasn't looking at me, he was going through the canned tunas, but I knew he must have seen me.
I heard Jack-or whatever his name was, start to continue talking, but it was background mumbling in my mind. My eyes were fixed on Cullen as he picked up a few cans, dropped them into his basket and then moved further into the aisle. My heart started to beat faster with each step he took towards me.
I put my head down and tried to focus on loading the peaches. "Have you ever done that before?" I head Jack say.
"Huh?" I said looking at him in a daze.
He laughed. "I guess I was talking a little fast. Have you ever traveled out of the country?"
"Um, n-no. I haven't'." Why was he asking me that? What had he been talking about?
"Paris is beautiful. If you could visit I would highly recommend it. I just got back from there." I half smiled at him, hoping he would leave. "Well, it was really nice to see you again Bella. I mean it's always my pleasure. And I hope you didn't get hurt too bad on your foot."
I shook my head, "no its fine." I felt Cullen brush past us as he looked at some of the canned fruits on the other side of me. God he smelled amazing. As usual.
"Now I know what store to come to if I need anything. I was trying to scope out a good one. Looks like I found one." He smiled again at me as he walked away. I never understood the concept of stocker till now.
Cullen was still standing next to me, an arms distance away, looking at the fruits. I could barely breathe knowing he was so close and not touching me. Get a grip Bella! This man is an Ass! I finished putting the last can of peaches onto the shelf, put the empty boxes on my cart and started to roll away.
"Afternoon Isabella," I heard Cullen say smoothly. I stopped.
"Cullen," I said quickly not even looking back at him.
"How are you?"
"Fine."
"I'm glad to hear that."
"Are you?" I said swirling around to look at him.
"What do you mean?" He asked with a smile, "of course I am."
"I don't know, you tell me."
"Tell you what?" About the girl you've been fucking! It really wasn't my business, but I felt he deserved to tell me when he was done with me. Or at least say something.
"Jessica," I said glaring at him.
"Who is that?"
"What do you mean who is that? The girl at the club Cullen. The girl you have been fucking the past week."
"Well, I didn't know her name. But that's none of your business really Isabella." Yeah, he was right about that, but that didn't make me any less angry about it. "I can fuck whomever I want. It's my choice."
"Right. I forgot. You're always in charge aren't you? You always get what you want," I said approaching him and waving my hands in the air. "Just like me right? You wanted to fuck me, and you did. You wanted my virginity, and you took it. You wanted to be done with me, and you are. All hail the glorious Cullen."
He seemed to find me amusing as he looked me up and down with a smirk. "Whatever I took from you Miss Swan, was only what you gave me. I never forced you to do anything."
"No. You just prefer to make me feel like shit after. Like I'm beneath you or something. Just because you have a big fancy car, or clothes, doesn't make you better than me Cullen."
"Yes, I know," he said nodding, "and I never claimed to be."
"So calling me a cheap slut is supposed to make me feel good?" He looked away from me when I said this with what seemed to be remorse. Just a little.
"No. I should not have said that." I guess that was his way of apologizing. It took me by surprise. "I don't blame you for being upset with me that night. I had a lot on my mind."
He seems so much more attractive right now. His eyes were looking anywhere but mine as he spoke and I could tell he was not used to apologizing to anyone for anything. It made him kind of cute.
"You don't deserve the things you have Cullen." He looked into my eyes with a dark questioning gaze.
"Explain," he said in a low voice that almost sounded like a threat.
"You walk around like you own everyone. Like you can have anything you want. You act like you are the only one with feelings, that what you do doesn't hurt others." There was a small crack in my voice as I finished my sentence, and I looked away before I seemed too vulnerable. He would surly take advantage of any weakness.
I heard him sigh, "Isabella, I'm not one for feelings. I am not one for sentiment. I agree with you that I perhaps was a little-" he cocked his head to the side slightly irritated, "harsh in my last words to you. But I think you confused our relationship with what it was not."
"What was our relationship Cullen?"
"Do I really need to spell it out? Do I really need to remind you of what you yourself already know?"
"No, you did enough the last night we were together. I'm a slut right? A cheap slut? And you're the rich man who pays this cheap slut to do whatever you want. Because Cullen always gets what he wants, doesn't he?"
Cullen didn't say anything just continued to stare at me with a stern glare. "Isabella,-" I held up my hand.
"Just go Cullen."
He stepped forward to get my attention, but I quickly backed away. He stepped forward again and this time grabbed my forearm to keep me close. The small space between us made my heart jump. The feel of his hand on me sent goosebumps up my arm. My body was trained by his touch to respond with pleasure.
"I-do-not-always-get-what-I-want!" He said through gritted teeth in a low whisper, "why do you always provoke me! Why do you always have to try to figure me out? You have no idea who I am, or what I am capable of. So do not presume to know me so well, Miss Swan!"
I tried to yank my arm away from his hand, but his grip held strong. I looked deep into his cold steel eyes which were like daggers. But Cullen did not scare me. "Well then let's look at your actions shall we Mr. Cullen? Or should I call you daddy? I know who you are. I know that you like when I call you daddy. I know you can be a sick and perverted asshole. And I know you like to dominate and intimidate people. And you may be a hard worker, maybe even the best, but you have no real relationships with people. Because you are empty. Your heart is cold."
"Well, let's not stop there Miss Swan. Let's take a look at your actions, shall we? Or should I call you my little girl? You loved it. You get wet at the thought of me calling you that. You get off on calling me daddy. I'm sick and perverted? I've never seen a pussy cum so much from being dominated. You loved every minute of being dominated. You enjoyed letting go of control, because in real life you are afraid. You are afraid of making choices between what you want and the ones you love. And perhaps you are right, that I have no real relationships. But people can hurt you if you let them in. I chose what I want instead of relationships. Does that make me cold? Cruel? Maybe. But in the end no one can hurt me."
Wow. How did he actually get me? How did he know exactly how I felt?
"You can't love either," I whispered, "without love, there is no life."
He scoffed at this, "We differ greatly Isabella. I do not pursue fairy tales and dreams."
"They are not dreams. Everyone deserves to be loved."
"But not everyone is loved, are they?"
My eyes drifted up to his slowly, "Don't you think it's worth a try?"
"Again, here is where you and I differ. You are free to chase your fairytale. I on the other hand prefer to accept my own reality. I do work hard, but I enjoy the very best things life can offer. I live in nothing but the best. I travel far in luxury. I stay and eat in the finest hotels. I live a life that most can only dream about."
"So, you have everything besides a real relationship. And I have nothing, besides myself to offer."
He let go of my arm looking at me with a questioning look. "You are suggesting we are opposites and therefore make a pair. Let's not forget the fine details though, I don't need a relationship, or friend, or whatever you call it. However, you do need my money. One of us is in need, while the other might just find it amusing for a time."
"There will be sex. Lots of sex in it for you."
He laughed, "And here I thought you didn't want to be called a slut anymore."
I glared at him, "I don't. And I'm not saying it would all be sex. But it would be part of the arrangement."
"Arrangement? I'm sorry," he scoffed, "did I miss something? What arrangement?"
"Yes arrangement. I feel the word relationship is too personal, since we don't yet know each other that well. I'm thinking, instead of a relationship, we could enter into an arrangement. Providing for each other's needs."
"So let me understand you. You want to be my fuck toy, in exchange for my money."
"No, god, can you just be a little more human for a moment? I am suggesting, that perhaps we could talk, just a little, in between fucking of course. And you would pay me like you always do at the end."
"Sounds like you are getting what you want and I am not. I can fuck you now without talking to you, and pay you at the end. It's what we have already been doing. So why should I add in talking, something I neither care for nor want to do?"
I forgot I was dealing with a lawyer….he dissects everything, finds the loophole, and argues it.
"Maybe you might like it. Maybe it might amuse you."
"No. I could find other ways to spend my time."
"You know what? Fine. Fuck it, and you. I just thought that maybe you would want to go to dinner and get to know each other a little in between the hardness of your dick. I mean even sex gods have to eat right? But I guess that's too much to ask for."
"Are you personally asking me out on a date? Or would it just be part of the arrangement?" What difference did that make? I frowned at him. "Are you asking for us to go to dinner together?"
"It does not have to be dinner. But yes I am asking. It could be coffee too. I mean just so when we see each other it's not always a complete fuck fest. But it seems like that's all you want. "
He smirked. "I enjoy going out to eat. I am not a fan of coffee, nor do I ever have time in the mornings to drink it. But in the afternoons, I enjoy a good lunch out."
What was the point of him saying all this? Was he now saying yes?
"So, you do want to talk a little?"
"I would like to eat. Food always tastes better after a good fuck or blow."
Ok, I guess that was as far as he would take it. At least he was willing to be with me besides sex.
"Oook. So then you would be getting everything you need. Fucking, and food."
"I don't need to fuck you, and I don't need to eat with you. It is only for the sake of amusement that I am considering your arrangement. You have nothing I need. You are wanting me to pay to fuck and eat with you, I still don't see what I personally gain other than a release on your face."
I think you need a friend.
"What would you want then? In order for this to work, what would you consider to be a good trade off?"
He paused for a moment. And then smiled. "Devotion. While in our "arrangement" you are not to see or fuck anyone else. I want complete control over your body. It is mine. Only mine. Your orgasms, your pleasure, every moan of arousal all belong to me. One thing I crave above anything else, Isabella, is control. So in exchange for my money, and my time, you will give yourself to me in whatever way I want. And when I say complete devotion I mean not even you may touch yourself for pleasure unless I tell you to."
"Ever?"
He smiled again, "and if I find out that you have, or I catch you in the act, I will not touch you for a month. The only one that will enjoy pleasure will be me. Of course I will not hurt you, but you will not receive even the slightest bit of pleasure either. You will be my good little girl who waits on her daddy. And you will tell no one of this deal. Are we in agreement?"
"Are you still going to be with Jessica? I mean that other girl, at the club?"
He chuckled, "No. I have a new toy now," he ran his hand up my arm, "I can't wait to play with it in all sorts of ways. That is, if she agrees to give me that control." He raised a brow.
"For one month."
"What?" He looked at me slightly surprised.
"One month. Then we call it quits. If we want to continue, we can for another month. But this way no one feels obligated to brake it off randomly. One month, if we don't like it we split. That's the end, no hard feelings."
His eyes lit up with a mix of astonishment, and enjoyment, "I like it." His hand reached up to my neck and touched the faint light red mark of where he had sucked the tender skin. He ran his hand over it with a smirk. "Did Charlie see this?"
"No," I said backing away, and putting my hand over the spot. "So we have a deal Mr. Cullen?"
"Edward." Edward?
"Edward," I liked the name. I didn't expect that to be his name, I was expecting something more like Maximus, or Alexander the Great. But it was simple, elegant.
"When we are out and about in public, talking, and bearing our feelings in between fucking, you may call me Edward." He held such disgust in his voice.
"You know, Edward, you might like it. You never know. All I'm asking for is a little conversation. Just getting to know each other beyond the bed."
"I know what you are asking for, I don't need you to explain it to me."
"I think one month will go fast."
"Well thank god for that."
I sighed, "ok," I held up my hand, "if we are going to do this, and you agree completely to it, you have to be open."
"As long as you are open, I'll be open," he smirked at his dirty joke.
"And respect. You will respect me. That means, besides sex, that you don't order me around. You don't call me names, and you do NOT talk about my father."
He gazed at me for a moment pondering my words. "I will respect you. And I will not mention anything disrespectful about your father."
"Or his job. You have no right to judge him."
He nodded. "I get it. I agree." It was quiet for a moment as we stared at each other, wondering what we had just got ourselves into.
"By the way, you have a nice name. I really like it."
Edward stared at me, almost uneasy about the compliment. Like he didn't even know how to respond. So he just nodded once.
"I'll pick you up for lunch tomorrow."
"Tomorrow? Um, wait, I have classes."
"What, you don't eat? Or take a break?"
"Well, I can, I just. I just have never had to-or gone off campus before while there."
"So, I'll pick you up. When do you have a break?"
"I have about an hour and a half starting at 10:30 till around 11:30 or so. I have to be here at the store at 12:00. And then from here I go to the club at 5:00."
"So, more so like breakfast than lunch."
"Right, but you said your mornings are so busy. It doesn't have to be tomorrow."
"I'll pick you up at 10:30 sharp. The community college, out in front. Black Mercedes. Please don't make me wait a long time for you. Have a good night Isabella," he said walking away. I just looked at his back as he walked off.
"oooook." I said, my head spinning a little. My god. So pushy. Right, the control thing….
"Bye Edward," I yelled out to him. He paused, but did not look back at me. He put one hand up, and gave me a backwards wave as he continued to move forward.
I liked saying his name. I felt special. Everyone always called him Mr. Cullen. I couldn't believe we would actually get to talk beyond sex. And he agreed! His heart must have a small opening for love. Not that I viewed him as an experiment or anything.
I smiled to myself. I got a little under his skin. And I got him to agree. Time to explore.
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