Closet Porn Star

Where have I seen her before?

Chapter Three

E pov

I feel the light streaming down on my face and I open my eyes to welcome the sun this morning. A content sigh escapes my lips until I feel my boxers sticking to my skin.

Great.

Lifting up the covers, I notice that my boxers are soaked due to last night's dream. It was a pleasant one but I could've done without all of this. In my dream, Bella was giving me head in the shower and I imagined her hot little mouth sucking me like no tomorrow. I then lifted her up off her knees and pushed her against the tile wall, pounding into her relentlessly. Her soft hands were wrapped in my hair while we kissing each other passionately. Yeah, I'm at full attention again as I remember it. Too bad it wasn't real.

Slipping my hand inside my boxers, I take a hold of my cock, needing to relieve myself. I slide my hand up and down, over and over again until I can feel the tightening in my stomach. My breathing gets heavy as my climax builds and bit my lip to keep from screaming out as I explode all over my underwear. Again.

Yeah… a few strokes and I'm done for. Another thing woman will love once they get to know me; I'm a premature ejaculator.

This is getting ridiculous. I have to talk to her. I need to talk to her. And I will today.

Grabbing a pair of jeans from my closet and a grey t shirt, I walk into my bathroom to take a much needed shower.

…

Walking into the kitchen, I see my Father, Carlisle reading the paper and drinking a coffee while my mother cooks breakfast. His reading glasses are perched on his nose and he doesn't realize that I'm in the room until my chair scraps across the wooden floor.

"Edward." He looks up and smiles. "Good morning."

"Good morning. Why aren't you at work?"

"I decided to take the day off."

"Why?" I ask, raising my eyebrow. "You never take off work. Did something happen?"

"No." he smiles while setting down the paper on the table. "I had a scheduled surgery today but it was pushed back resulting in a day off work."

"I see…"

"Have you met our new neighbor yet?"

"Ugh! Not you, too." I groan while glaring at the table top. "Seriously, Dad…"

"Relax." He chuckles. "I was only asking. She seems like a lovely girl."

"You've seen her?" My eyes snap up to his immediately and I instantly regret it as he gives me a quizzical look.

"I told you…" My mother sings while cooking and it angers me so much that I clench my teeth together to stop myself from snapping at her.

I stand up so fast that my chair knocks over and I don't bother to pick it up and apologize as I make my way out the front door.

How can they act like this? Why does my mother have to control my life and make my every move? Who is she to tell me how I feel about a person? She doesn't know what's best for me. Only I do.

I sit on the steps and pull at my hair as I count to ten at least twenty times, trying to forget about people running my life and thinking that they know best.

It's all so frustrating. My mother has the biggest mouth ever. I wouldn't be surprised if she blabbed to the whole down about Bella and I, telling them our wedding date and our honeymoon location. I mean… it is nice to think about, but also very unrealistic.

"Rough morning?" I hear an angelic voice ask.

I look up and in front of me is Bella with a small plastic bag in her hands which I assume is garbage. She's wearing a small fitted t shirt that says 'In my line of business… it's all about the freebies' and she has on a pair of tiny shorts with purple fuzzy slippers.

It's odd to admit but not only is she smoking hot with killer legs that I wish were wrapped around me, but she looks so adorable in her slippers that I find myself chuckling softly.

"They were the closest thing by the front door."

"What?" I ask confused and then it dawns on me that she probably thought I was making fun of her. "No. I-I wasn't… I mean…god, I am sorry. That's not what I meant."

She most likely thinks I have a speech impediment thanks to my stupid mouth.

"It's alright, Edward." She says softly. "Um, I saw you outside and I wanted to ask if your mom was around."

My mother?!

"Uh… yeah, she's home. She's inside c-cooking right n-now." I stutter out.

Well, it's official, I cannot talk properly to women while nervous.

"Oh well I don't want to interrupt and it is still early in the morning so I can come by later."

"Nonsense. Come on."

Truth is… my mother would die of sheer happiness if she saw me bring a girl into our house.

Oh god. What have did I just do? The whole reason I was outside in the first place was because my parents wouldn't shut up about Bella and here I am feeding the wolves what they want.

Just great, Edward.

I take the garbage bag from here and toss it in our can before leading her inside and facing my doom. I watch as she looks around our living room in simple fascination and smiles occasionally. Her eyes fall on the picture frames on the fireplace mantle and she stops to look them over.

"Are these your brother and sisters?"

"Uh…Just him and her." I stammer, pointing to Emmett and Alice.

"Oh."

I can tell she wants me to elaborate but my tongue is caught in my throat and I can only manage a squeak. I should tell her that Jasper is Alice's husband and that Rosalie is Emmett's girlfriend, incase she was wondering if I was single. But no, I can't talk when I'm around her and I turn into an incompetent idiot.

"Edward? Is that you?" My mother asks as she walks into the living room. "I'm sorry----" her voice cuts off when she sees that I have company and her frown is soon replaced by that all too familiar grin; the one where she says 'I was right'.

"Honey, aren't you lovely. You step outside for air and come back in with a girl."

And I could kill her right now.

"Esme, give the boy some room."

I give my dad and smile of thanks and he gives me a sly wink back. I am forever grateful that he will have my side. He understands how she can be.

"Hello again, Bella."

"Hello Carlisle."

"What brings you over?"

"Well, I wanted to speak with Esme. I brought your cookies into work and everyone went crazy over them. Do you think maybe I could get the recipe?"

My mother's eyes light up for the millionth time since I brought Bella in and I shake my head, knowing where this is going.

"Oh Bella. I would be more than happy to give it to you. Do you mind if we could take this into the kitchen, though? I don't want my eggs to burn."

"Oh gosh. I feel so bad. I'm sorry for---"

"Don't you dare apologize, Bella." My mother scolds. "You can come over whenever you want. We all would love to see more of you."

I didn't miss the emphasis on the word 'All' and I don't think it went unnoticed by Bella either.

"Okay. Well, lead the way."

Sitting at the kitchen table, I start to feel very uncomfortable and I don't know if I can take it any longer. My mother sets the table for all four of us, insisting that Bella stay for breakfast and she just happened to seat her next to me. Carlisle tries to hide is smile by hiding behind his newspaper which he is failing at and my mother is just so ecstatic, that she doesn't even try to hide her excitement from her face.

All in all, I'm fucked.

"Mmmm…These eggs are delicious, Esme." Bella moans from beside me and I swear my dick just jumped.

But that moan… I've heard it before. In my dreams but it's so distinct. It's what is so familiar about her and its killing me that I don't know. It's pretty obvious that I need to get laid.

"I'm glad you like them dear. I add something to give them a little more zest. Family recipe." She winks.

"Oh, well I should marry in then huh? Because I think I just fell in love with these eggs." Bella moans again.

And there it is. Don't worry about my mother or my father trying to slide something into the conversation to get the ball rolling. Bella just initiated herself in by saying that statement… joke or not.

Here we go…

The look on my parents' faces is priceless and I can feel the familiar burn in my cheeks.

"Bella, I am sure that can be arranged." My mother winks again and I take a bite of the delicious eggs off my plate, hoping to stop myself from saying something that I'll regret.

"Oh, Edward." My mother fusses while coming around to my side of the table. "You're always missing your mouth."

I watch in horror as my mother takes a napkin and dabs my face to get rid of the egg yolk on my face and my face turns beat red in embarrassment.

"Alright, Esme…" Carlisle sighs. "Let him enjoy his breakfast."

"I just hate it when he's a mess."

To my left, Bella giggles and covers her hand with her mouth and I wonder if someone can actually die of embarrassment.

"I think it's cute that you're mom wants to take care of you. One day you'll regret that you never got to have that experience." Bella says, smiling sadly and it takes me a moment to see the pain behind her eyes that is so well hidden.

"See, Edward?" My mother smirks. "Listen to Bella. One day you'll miss this."

I highly doubt that but I let it go. Bella's eyes are downcast and I look over to my father who only shrugs in response, not knowing what's wrong either.