Chapter Three: You Call Unexpected
My first day of classes went a lot smoother than it did at Columbia. Since we had taken the time to walk around the campus, I had a basic idea of where I was going and knew how long it would take me to get to each building. They also took it easy on us on the first day and when I finished my last class of the day, I felt confident in studying in London.
After class, I headed across campus to meet my friends for coffee since we were all finished around the same time. When I got there, Emmett has his arms wrapped around Rosalie's shoulders, but I chose to ignore it. I saw the way she looked at him and knew she was already falling for him. But I would never tell her that out of fear that she'd take it the wrong way and decide to break things off with him.
"How were classes?" I asked once Abby arrived and we'd ordered our coffee.
"Boring," Emmett sighed and Rosalie smacked his chest. "It's always the same thing on the first day of class. Here's your syllabus. Don't cheat or plagiarize. Be on time and show up to class."
"I like having an easy first day. Even if it is boring," Abby smiled.
"One of my professors already gave us an assignment," I shrugged. "It's just reading but..."
"Holy shit," Rosalie whispered as her eyes grew wide.
"What's wrong?" Emmett asked.
"Bella, turn around!" She exclaimed and I did as I was told and nearly dropped my cup. That dick from the restaurant and club was here in the student union. I wasn't really sure why, but my stomach started churning and I just hoped he wouldn't see me.
"Isn't that the hot chef from last Friday?" Abby asked, a little too loudly. I turned around to slap her but it was too late. He'd heard her and he was now looking our way.
"Way to go, Abby," I mumbled.
"What did I do?" She asked innocently as he started walking over here.
"Fancy meeting you here," He said snidely as I did my best to avoid eye contact. "Bella, right?"
"Oh, you actually heard me the other night at the club?" I snapped. "Where's your friend?"
"Excuse me?" He asked, trying to sound innocent.
"What are you doing here?" I asked. "You obviously aren't in school."
"Why do you say that?"
"You're a chef at a pretty big restaurant. You obviously went to culinary school."
"A friend of mine works here at the university," He explained. "I'm meeting him for coffee. Can we join you four?"
"Ye-" Abby started.
"No way," I shook my head. "Not a damn chance."
"Awe, why not?" He tilted his head and I felt my blood boiling. I had never met such an asshole before and he was starting to piss me off.
"Because you're an arrogant dick and I don't want you to spoil my time with my friends."
"That hurts, Bella."
"Go away!"
"You don't even know me."
"I don't need to know you," I crossed my arms over my chest. "Your personality speaks loud and clear."
"You shouldn't judge a book by its cover."
"I'm not," I assured him. "Just go somewhere else."
"Okay, I'm going to sit right there," He pointed to the table right next to ours. "And annoy the hell out of you because you won't be able to talk about me to your friends with me right there."
"Don't give yourself too much credit," I rolled my eyes. "I don't want to waste my breath on someone like you."
"Ouch, that hurts," He smiled. "And I hate to break it to you...but you arguing with me is wasting your breath on me."
"Go away!" I repeated.
"Have a good rest of your day," He winked at me and walked away.
"Whoa," Emmett whistled. "That was weird."
"He's a dick!" I told him.
"You don't even know him, Bella," Abby whispered.
"I went over to him at the night club while you were still dancing and he completely brushed me off."
"He rejected you," Rosalie said.
"No, he barely even acknowledged my presence."
"Bella, do you usually get all the guys?" Rosalie asked.
"Huh?"
"Do you usually just have to smile and flip your hair and boys start drooling over you?"
"I guess,"
"That's why he makes you so mad."
"What the hell are you talking about?"
"He didn't pay attention to you like boys normally do and that makes you angry."
Ouch. For the first time, someone was finally brave enough to tell me how it was. It had always been this way in high school. Guys just always seemed to like me and I had never thought of it like that until she was super blunt about it. Even when I got to Columbia, guys were always flirting with me at parties and in class. I never paid much attention to them since I was with Jake, but it still happened.
Thanks for the unwanted reality check, Rosalie.
"He's still a dick."
"Yeah, you're right," Rosalie agreed. "But would you have argued with a complete stranger in public like that under different circumstances?"
"I don't know," I lied. The answer was no. I would have ignored him or politely asked him to leave if he hadn't ignored me the other night. "Probably not."
After our first two weeks in London, the four of us were in desperate need for a drink. We had tried making new friends but at the end of the week, we just wanted to hang out with each other. It wasn't like we were trying to be "those American's" who clung to each other, but being with each other was comfortable. It was safe.
"What about this?" Rosalie asked as she pulled her third dress over her head. At that point, I wouldn't have cared if she wore a paper bag because we'd been doing this for over an hour. And I had been dressed and ready to go for that entire hour.
"Beautiful,"
"You're just saying that."
"No my stomach says it's going to start eating itself if we don't go soon so I can eat food," I complained as she went back to her closet. I groaned and she just laughed at me. "Who are you trying to impress tonight? Emmett?"
"Don't know," She shrugged as she pulled on a navy blue dress. "How's this?"
"That does look good," I smiled. "And I'm not just saying that so we can go. Are you trying to impress some random guy at the bar?"
"Don't know," She lied. But, again, I was going to keep my mouth shut. I didn't want her getting spooked if she was really developing feelings for Emmett. "You look good. Who are you hoping to impress?"
"No one,"
"Hoping to run into Edward?" I rolled my eyes. Somehow, I had managed to run into him six more times after the coffee shop. It was really starting to annoy me. London was not that big of a city and I kept managing to run into its biggest douchebag. I wanted to tell people he was stalking me to be a drama queen, but I knew that wasn't the case. After the coffee shop, we'd run into each other as he was setting up for some music event and then again at the recreation center a few times. Then a few times were just randomly in town around the campus. He had a friend who worked there so it made sense that he was always around, but it still bugged me.
Why couldn't his best friend work somewhere else? Anywhere else other than this university.
"Why did you have to ruin a perfectly nice moment?"
"Stop being so dramatic," She laughed as she rolled her eyes. She finished putting her lipstick on, we grabbed our bags and headed down the hallway to Abby's room.
"Good," Abby giggled as she pulled her door shut.
"What?"
"You look fucking hot," She said as she looked at Rosalie. "Now I know you have an excuse to being almost forty-five minutes late!"
"She's trying to impress someone," I teased.
"Oh?" Abby giggled. "Who?"
"Anyone who wants it," Rosalie said cockily. Abby and I looked at each other and it looked like she was about to say something before I silently stopped her. We met up with Emmett and made our way to a bar close to campus. Emmett ordered us all a shot of tequila and we cheered to our second week of classes being over. I was on my second drink when I saw the familiar head of copper colored hair walking into the bar.
"Really?" I groaned and both Abby and Rosalie began laughing at me.
"You should just fuck him," Rosalie yelled as she took another sip of her drink. "Get it over with."
"I told you I don't just sleep with random guys for a one night stand," I reminded her as I chugged the rest of my drink. "Besides, I would never want to sleep with him. He's too much of a dick."
"I bet he's got a pretty nice dick," Abby giggled.
"Abby!" Emmett exclaimed and I could tell he'd gotten Edward's attention. He finished his conversation with the guy he came in with and made his way over to our table.
"Hello again," He smiled cockily.
"Hi," I smiled up at him. "Bye!"
"Oh, come on Bella. Let me buy you a drink."
"No thanks."
"Come on," He begged. "It could be a peace offering."
"I'm good,"
"She's drinking a raspberry Cosmo," Rosalie smirked at him and he left to make his way towards the bar.
"Rosalie!"
"Bella, just sleep with him. We all know that's what you want to do."
"I'm going to go stop him from wasting his money," I rolled my eyes as I stood up. I took a minute to steady myself since the room had started spinning and made my way over to the bar where he was still waiting. "Don't bother wasting your money."
"You want something else?"
"Not from you,"
"Bella," He sighed. "Let's just be friends."
"We don't even know each other."
"If we were friends we could get to know each other," He pointed out as the bar tender came over to take his order. I tried stopping but he wasn't listening to me. The bar tender came back with both of our drinks and I took the drink from his hands. "To friends?" He asked, holding his drink out.
"I'll be civil with you tonight," I agreed as I clinked our glasses together. When I looked back at our table Emmett and Rosalie were making out and a guy had taken Abby out to the small dance floor. I stood there awkwardly with Edward behind me before turning back around. "Fine. Friends. For tonight."
"Excellent," He smirked as he took a sip of his drink.
"Can I ask you a question?"
"Sure."
"Why are you such a douche?"
"You don't know me, Bella."
"I know enough."
"I ignored you at a club because I'd gone there with a date," He explained. "Doesn't make me a dick."
"You could have at least acknowledged my presence," I scoffed. "A date? Like your girlfriend?"
"No. Like a date. Singular."
"Oh," I nodded.
"Why? Jealous?"
"Absolutely not," I lied through my teeth. Maybe it was the alcohol speaking, but I suddenly had the urge to dance with Edward and show him what he gave up the other night to be with the dumb blonde. I finished my drink, grabbed his hand and pulled him out onto the dance floor. I made sure we were out of sight of any of my friends because I did not need them telling me that they told me so. Edward was hot and I was drunk.
What else was I supposed to do with him?
I had no idea what the song they were playing was, but it had a good beat and I turned around and backed my ass right into Edward's crotch. I heard him groan as I started moving my hips and I could feel him hardening underneath me. He gripped my hips and pulled me even closer to him.
"You're so fucking sexy," He growled in my ear as he kissed my neck. He turned me around and bumped my legs open with his knee. Shit, he was almost making direct contact with my clit and I could feel myself becoming wet. This was so fucking hot, I didn't care how much I hated him. He smirked at me as my eyes started to roll in the back of my head as he continued to move his hips. My dress was starting to bunch up and if I wasn't careful, I would be flashing the entire bar. But I was too focused on what Edward was doing to actually care.
"Fuck," I moaned as he pulled away. I had been so close and him pulling away was just mean.
"You wanna get out of here?" I nodded immediately and went to the table to grab my things. I left my friends a note, telling them not to worry about me and hurried out the door with Edward. He hailed us a cab and it took great strength from both of us to keep what we were doing in the backseat PG. The cab driver pulled up to a decent looking apartment building, Edward paid him and pulled me out of the cab. We walked to the elevator and I could practically feel the electricity between us. I wanted nothing more than to just take him in the elevator, but as we waited a few other people joined us and I wished I could have just told them to take a hike.
Once we were in his apartment, though, he was fair game. It took him a long time to unlock the front door...probably due to the fact that I was nibbling at his ear while he did it. Once he had the damn thing open, he pulled me inside and pushed me up against the door. He started assaulting my mouth as I started to undo the buttons of his shirt. When I finally got it open, I had to take a second to appreciate the incredibly beautiful man in front of me. His abs were perfectly sculpted and I could feel his bright green eyes burning into me.
"You good?" He laughed as he pulled my dress over my head. I nodded as he reached around me and unclasped my bra. Fuck, we weren't even out of the foyer yet and I was ready to just feel him inside of me.
"Fuck me," I begged as he started playing with my hardened nipples. He smiled up at me as he gently bit down on one while twisting the other with his fingers. He did this for a while before I thought I was going to explode with pleasure and grabbed his hair, pulling him back up to me. I started kissing him again as I undid his belt and slacks, pushing them down his legs. He stepped out of them and grabbed my ass, picking me up off the ground. I thought he was going to carry me to his bedroom, but we stopped in the kitchen and he set me on top of the tiny island in the middle.
He tore my panties off and licked his lips as I laid there completely naked in front of him. At first, I thought there was something wrong and started to become very subconscious. I started to cover myself, but he just smirked at me as he pushed his boxers off his body.
"You're so fucking hot," He growled as he began another assault on my neck. He was grinding his dick along my wet folds and I thought I was going to come just from that.
"Please," I begged.
"Please what?" He teased.
"Please fuck me!" I moaned and I felt him lining himself at my entrance. In one last act of what I suspected to be chivalry, Edward looked me in the eyes. I nodded as he pushed himself inside of me and screamed as he filled me. He was fucking huge, but he felt so good. "Fuck!"
"Yes!" He moaned as he started thrusting in and out of me at a ridiculously fast pace. He was so fucking good at this and I forgot how to think about anything else other than how good he felt. "You're so fucking tight, Bella."
"More! Faster!" I begged as his right hand snaked up my stomach and cupped my breast. His other hand held my hips in place and I started to meet his thrusts with my own. His pelvis was coming in direct contact with my clit now and I felt myself trembling beneath him. "Fuck!"
"Come on, baby," He urged as he started moving his pelvis to meet my clit even harder. After only a few more thrusts, I felt myself coming undone beneath him and screamed as my orgasm ripped through me.
"Yes! Fuck, Bella," He gasped as he stilled inside of me. He fell on top of me, his breathing heavy.
"That was..." I took a deep breath. "Fucking incredible."
"You think we're done,"
"Absolutely not," I giggled as he pulled me off the island.
My head was pounding so hard I thought my brain was trying to escape my skull. I wanted to open my eyes, but something told me I would regret that decision if I decided to go through with it. But there was a shrill ringing sound that I desperately wanted to stop. I groaned as I forced my eyes open and as I looked around the room, I could not remember exactly where I was. I definitely wasn't in my dorm room with Rosalie so where the fuck was I.
Then I felt the bed shift and a male moaning as he blindly reached for something.
My eyes widened as I rolled over and saw Edward playing with his phone. My eyes grew wide as memories from the night began flooding my mind. We had sex. A lot of sex. I peeked under the covers and sure enough, I was completely naked and I felt really sticky from sweat.
"Shit," I whispered hoping Edward wouldn't hear me.
"Sorry about that," He said with a gruff morning voice. "My brother still doesn't get the time difference."
"I should go," I whispered not wanting to deal with him any more than I had to. But as I looked around the room, I couldn't find any of my clothes. I looked back at Edward who was smirking at me. "Where's my stuff?"
"By the front door," He said as he sat up in bed.
"What? Why the hell are my clothes by the front door?"
"You don't remember?"
"I remember we had sex, but I don't remember the details," I shrugged. I didn't even realize I'd had that much to drink until right now when everything was all fuzzy.
"We barely made it inside before we started taking each other's clothes off."
"Oh," I nodded. This was why I didn't do one night stands. This was awkward and I just wanted to leave. "Close your eyes."
"What?" He laughed.
"Close your eyes, I wanna go get myself."
"Bella, I've seen you naked."
"So?"
"So me seeing you naked as you run to the door so you can get out of here as fast as possible just doesn't matter."
"Please,"
"Tell you what," He sighed and for the first time, I saw a softness in his eyes. "I'll get dressed, grab your clothes for you. Then you can take a hot shower while I make us some waffles."
"What?"
"Or do you prefer pancakes?"
"You want to make me breakfast?" I asked. "Doesn't that go against what a one night stand is?"
"I'm just trying to be nice," He smiled at me. But this smile wasn't his dumb smirk he used to annoy me. This was a softer, more friendly smile.
"I don't..." Right on queue, my stomach began to growl quite loudly. I remembered not eating much the night before at the bar and was actually really hungry.
"There are extra towels under the sink," He smiled. "And shampoo and conditioner are in the tub." He got out of bed, pulled a pair of boxers and sweats on and left the room. I got out of bed, walked into the bathroom and assessed the damage. I looked like an absolute wreck and was grateful he was letting me use his shower. I took a quick shower and when I walked into the bedroom again, my clothes were laid out on the bed with a pair of Edward's boxers next to it.
I got dressed, pulled my hair into a messy bun and went to see what he was doing in the kitchen. I never knew that waffles could smell so good, but it was like walking into a bakery on Christmas morning.
"Feel better?" He asked as he set a bottle of syrup and some butter in front of me. I sat down at the island and memories from last night of us fucking on this started flashing in my mind. I could feel my cheeks turning pink as he winked at me.
"Yeah. Thanks," I smiled as I took a sip of the coffee he'd given me.
"My pleasure."
"Okay, what gives?" I asked.
"What do you mean?"
"You've been an asshole every time I've seen you. And now you're being super kind and letting me use your shower and making me waffles."
"You're fun to mess with," He shrugged.
"How old are you?"
"Twenty-five."
"You're twenty-five?"
"My birthday is in November, so I'm a new twenty-five," He laughed. "How old are you?"
"Twenty-one," I told him. "So?"
"Guess I just have two sides," He shrugged as he put the fresh waffles in front of me.
"I like this side a lot more."
"Me too," He smiled at me with a twinkle in his eyes. "Bon Appetite."
"Oh my gosh," I groaned. "These are heavenly."
"I would hope so," He chuckled. "Or I would seriously have to question my career choice."
"You're an excellent chef," I smiled at him. "I'm happy I finally get to try something you made."
"You already have."
"Huh?"
"When you came to the restaurant, I cooked your meal."
"How do you know?" I asked. "You said you cooked a lot of food and couldn't remember if you'd made ours or not."
"Because what you ordered is my specialty," He winked at me as he took another bite. "Come on, when you finish I'll drive you home."
"You don't have to."
"You wanna do the walk of shame?" He laughed and I shook my head. "I'll get my keys."
"And a shirt!" I called out to him, laughing. I turned back to finish my last few bites of breakfast and took a deep breath.
What the hell had I just gotten myself into?
