A/N:
Alright, alright. Many thanks: CatMasters and lexiecullen17 for beta-ing, AngelStardust for pre-reading. Hannah for V-betaing. Diana Wolfskill & coreenm for revising. iDrinkBloodshake for the new kick ass banner. *deep breath*
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Also, Hate Me-Bella has officially been dubbed Revengella. Thank you, Sandra, for that! May Revengella kick Schemeward's no-good ass! Hehe.
Previously…
Bella and Edward go on a date. Edward chooses Bella as his next victim, little does she know that she's not giving into his charades. Bella and Edward start to steam it up until Bella executes a part of her plan.
~*DAZE*~
*EDWARD*
"Uhhh… hello?"
What was her name again?
Well, you've been calling her Bella all night, so that better be right.
"Bella… hello?" Her mouth was hanging open, which I found disconcerting. I tried to close it for her, but her lips fell open again as soon as I removed my hand.
Sitting on the bed next to her with a condom wrapper in my hand, I stared down at her unconsciousness form. She was lying on her back against my pillow, her dress and hair completely rumpled.
My gaze drifted down to my crotch where I was sporting the world's hardest erection ever.
Shit…
I had never been so worked up in my life. The evening had started out normal with just conversation, but somewhere along the road, it had taken on a very different path than what I had originally expected it to be.
It was all that damn porn talk!
She had started talking about porn, and I completely lost it, imagining her watching porn, imagining her in the porno, imagining me and her in the porno, imagining me and her fucking like two rabid bunnies… and then a whole world of possibilities opened up from there.
If I didn't want her to run away, I knew I'd have to make a run for the bathroom, which I did. I had unzipped my fly and let my cock spring free with a sigh of relief. Not a moment later, someone knocked on my door, interrupting my moment alone to gather my thoughts and rein in my hormones. By the third damn knock, I had stuffed my dick back in my pants and was ready to smack the shit out of whoever was bothering me. I opened the door and was completely stunned to see Bella. The next thing I knew, she was backing me against a wall and practically molesting me. Well… I was very willing.
I completely lost control.
To her.
I didn't want things to move this fast. Lord knows, I loved the challenge, but there was something about her that just turned me on so fucking much. It wasn't just her looks, although she looked like a fucking goddess, but her personality and the way she carried herself
Very sexy.
I had never let a girl take control of a situation like that. I'd always been the one in control, deciding what to do and when to do it. So, I was completely surprised to find myself letting her take the lead.
I actually wanted her to control me.
That's some fucking messed up shit.
I knew I was a goner when she wanted to go back to my place and I fucking said "okay". What the fuck? I had never, ever, let a girl come back to my place.
Why the fuck her?
What made her so special?
I still hadn't figured that out yet. Especially with her moaning in my mouth and her tits all up on my chest.
I shook my head to clear my thoughts. I looked down to see that Bella was still passed out.
"Bella…?" I grabbed her shoulders and shook her lightly.
My expression turned to one of pain when I looked down at my erection that wasn't going away, then at the condom still in my hands, and back up at her.
Holy fuck-shit-cock! How the hell did she fall asleep?!
Did she have too much to drink? She only had one drink with me, but maybe before that… She didn't seem drunk though…
"Wake up!" I whisper-yelled. She fucking made me horny as shit, and she was going to fix it!
Bella suddenly started to move.
Oh, thank you. Thank you.
Then, she turned on her side away from me and started to snore lightly.
FUCK!
I stood up and paced around like a fucking Duracell bunny on crack.
Dear God, if you ever loved me at all, you'll wake up this beautiful creature and let me fuck her the way I want to!
I looked back at her, her chest rising and falling with her slow breaths.
I had done everything according the plan up until now. I took her to my regular café, a place that made most women feel comfortable and spill their guts. The waitress drooling over me was an added bonus.
Yes, I wanted Bella to be jealous. That way, she would instantly claim me as hers and we'd be good to go for more wining and dining. But, she didn't even acknowledge the waitress. I couldn't see how she could have failed to notice the blatant flirting, but when I asked her, she claimed she hadn't even seen it.
Then, her damn ex-boyfriend had to show up. Turned out, I had known him from high school. My question was: how did he know Bella?
I walked to the edge of the bed and stared down at her again. I sighed loudly and went over to the other side of the mattress that she wasn't occupying. I removed my wallet and phone from my jeans and set them down on my bedside table along with the pathetically unused condom. Even though I was making a decent amount of noise, she still didn't budge.
I sat down on the mattress, the springs bouncing her body lightly.
I debated whether to run into the bathroom and take care of my problem, but was worried that she'd wake up. I wanted her to take care of my problem.
Mulling it over, I lay back against the pillow, and before I knew it, I was drifting off into a dreamless sleep.
X-X-X-X
My eyes were closed, but I could tell the sun was shining brightly. I rubbed them as I forced my self awake. My alarm clock read 8:25 a.m. I looked down and realized I was still wearing my clothes from the night prior. I also had morning wood. Though, this morning wood wasn't like any morning wood I'd ever had. I was practically ready to burst out of the fabric of my jeans.
The night's events started to come back to me quickly. I groaned, remembering that the woman I'd brought back to my apartment had fallen asleep right when we were about to have sex.
Shit, that means she's still here.
I turned my head to the side where she had been passed out the night before and…
What?!
I patted the empty spot next to me.
Where did she go?
I bolted up and looked around the room in a frenzy. There was nothing in the room to indicate that she'd even been here. I checked the dark bathroom, but she wasn't there either.
As I stepped out, a plague of silence swept over me. I could tell instantly that no one was in the apartment, not even Emmett. I looked towards the front door, which was firmly closed but not locked.
She fucking left!
A mixture of anger, sadness, and confusion coursed through me. I was angry because how dare she just fucking leave me unsatisfied with a hard on. I was sad because I had actually enjoyed her company and had wanted to see her next to me in the morning. I was confused because… I was acting like a complete fucking whipped pussy.
She's just a girl! You can get that shit anywhere.
Irritated, I went to the kitchen to make myself breakfast. Something shiny on the floor caught my eye. It was a light green LG Rumor with one of those keyboards that slid out the side. When I picked it up, the screen brightened, displaying the name "Bella". My eyes went wide as I realized I had her phone in my hands. I wasn't sure what to do.
A wicked thought entered my mind. I pressed her voicemail, but there were no messages. I looked in her address book and there were only three people listed: Jasper, Rosalie, and Alice.
Geez, this girl is a bit picky with her friendships.
I scrolled through her text messages, feeling very much like a stalker.
I wasn't sure why I cared so much. This girl had just abandoned me with blue balls, yet I was looking through her personal shit.
I got to the last message that had been sent only a few hours prior.
Where are you?
Still on for working out at Gold's gym 3 p.m?
-Rose
I quickly looked for her reply.
Nowhere in particular.
And yep, meet you there.
-Bella
Nowhere in particular?
This little minx had no clue what she was talking about.
I decided I was going to make an appearance at her little gym and show her exactly what she had missed, what she could've had.
It suddenly occurred to me that she'd probably be there… running… and sweating.
Oh, God.
My erection returned in an instant. If I wanted to show up at the gym to meet Bella, I was going to have to take care of this.
I went into my bedroom, tossing Bella's phone on the bed, and grabbed my own off the bedside table.
Which of the KIT girls do I want?
Emmett started referring to Kate, Irina, and Tanya as the KIT girls, which included the first letter of their names. He always said that they had the tools to fix my sexual needs.
Each girl was good for certain things.
Kate was extremely flexible.
Irina was adventurous and kinky.
Tanya just gave good head.
I wasn't too in the mood for theatrics or long sessions, so I quickly chose Tanya and dialed her number. Normally, I'd just call her up, show up at her place, unzip my fly, and she'd go to town. Quick and painless.
When Tanya picked up, she instantly agreed, of course, and I went over there. When she was done, and I was relieved of my stress, I quickly ran out of there and went back home to change for the gym.
My cell phone started ringing while I was putting on some shorts in my bedroom. I grabbed my phone and saw that it was Emmett.
"Hey, Em. What's up?"
"Edward, man, I have a shit load to tell you. Where are you?" he asked. I could hear the sounds of cars in the background.
"I'm getting ready to go to the gym. Why?"
"No way. That's what I'm doing."
I quirked an eyebrow. "Which gym?"
"Some gym called Gold's Gym. That's what I wanted to talk to you about. I met this fucking hot girl last night and now we're going to the gym together."
What the hell?
I prayed that he wasn't talking about the same girl that had just been in my bed several hours before.
"Who's the girl?" I asked.
"Her name is Rosalie. God, she's a fox. I was with her all last night, that's why I wasn't home."
I hadn't even noticed that Emmett didn't come home last night.
My brain suddenly zeroed in on the name of the girl Emmett was with. "Does Rosalie by any chance go by Rose?" I inquired.
"Hmm. I think I heard one of her friends call her that last night."
Bingo.
This Rose person was clearly a good friend of Bella's who was meeting up with her at the gym after shacking up with my brother.
What a fucking small world.
For some reason, the tune of the Disney ride, "It's a small world," popped into my head, and I groaned.
Gay.
"Can you swing by and pick me up?" I asked.
"Yeah. Sure. Give me a few minutes," he said and hung up.
When Emmett arrived, I grabbed my stuff and we drove to the gym. I decided not to bring Bella's phone, as I didn't want to admit I had been stalking her text messages. For now, I'd just keep it.
"So, was your new chick any good in the sack?" I asked as we pulled into a parking spot on the street.
"I wouldn't know," he said vaguely as he put quarters in the parking meter.
"How would you not know? Were you drunk off your face or something?" I questioned.
"We didn't have sex."
Whoa, hold the phone!
"You say this girl is 'hot', yet you didn't even fuck her?" I questioned.
"Well, when she came up to me in the club last night, I thought she'd be easy, but I was wrong," he explained coolly.
"Ahhh, she's a challenge. Trying to get a look into my world, huh?" I teased with a cocky smile.
"Your world is fucked up, bro."
"You envy it, and you know it," I stated, chuckling. "So, if you didn't fuck her, what did you do?"
"We talked."
"Talked?" I choked out, stopping outside the entrance to the gym. "Emmett. Talking is my thing, not yours. You don't 'talk' to girls. You screw them."
"Well, maybe I didn't feel like having mindless sex for once!" He swung the door open and walked into the gym, leaving me a bit stunned.
I walked into the massive gym after him. "Hey, man. My bad… if that's what you want, then cool."
He rolled his eyes and slapped a hand to my shoulder. "You're turning pussy on me, Edward."
I laughed as we walked in further. There were rows upon rows of various types of machines. Lined against the walls were rooms where various exercise classes seemed to be taking place. The gym was fairly busy, but I would've imagined it to get even busier once people left work.
"There she is…" Emmett pointed out with a pathetic looking smile on his face.
I looked down toward the other end of the establishment to find the tall leggy blonde I had seen Emmett with the night before. She was jogging on the treadmill with a pair of white earbuds. I searched everywhere around her and couldn't find Bella, but I knew she had to be here as well.
I followed Emmett across the room towards Miss Legs. He stopped right in front of her machine. "Hey there," he said to her.
When she noticed he was there, she pressed some button on the machine, and it slowed her pace down to a brisk walk. "Emmett, you're here!" She leaned forward, as best as she could, and chastely kissed the side of his cheek, which earned a bright smile from Emmett.
I practically gagged.
And he actually accused me of turning pussy on him?
Leggy Rose turned to me suddenly and narrowed her eyes.
Whoa… what got shoved up her ass?
I backed up a bit, bumping into a treadmill behind me.
"Oh, Rose… this is my brother, Edward," Emmett introduced. "Hey, where's your friend, Bella? Maybe they could meet."
Her ball-bruising stare slowly turned cocky, offering me a snarky grin. "Oh, Bella's in the weight room. Why don't you go… introduce yourself."
This chick is weird… I'm outta here.
I nodded and walked away from them. Her face instantly brightened as she picked up a conversation with Emmett.
Where the hell did he find this broad? Oh, that's right… same place I found Bella.
I walked into another large room cluttered with work out machines. Looking around, I noticed there were mostly men occupying the machines. A lot of them seemed distracted, looking in the same direction every now and then. I followed their glances to the corner. There, sitting in a leg press machine, was Bella dressed in teeny shorts and a black sports bra. She was seated low to the ground while her smooth, toned legs were raised high up in the air, bending and stretching against a flat metal surface.
A million fantasies started running through my head. Bella's legs wrapped around my waist as I pumped into her… Bella's legs wrapped around my neck as I sucked her clit…
Glancing at the other guys in the room, it looked as if they were thinking along the same lines. I groaned, annoyed, and contemplated how I should approach Bella. Considering she had snuck out of my apartment, I figured she wouldn't be all too thrilled for me to just show up and start talking to her. No, I knew it had to look like a casual, coincidental meeting.
On impulse, I grabbed the hem of my shirt, lifted it over my head, and then tossed it in the corner. I looked in a nearby mirror, checking out and flexing my muscles while squaring my shoulders as to keep my chest looking defined. I walked across the room, every guy angrily glancing up at me as I neared her. She was still pumping her legs into the air, which brought my dick out of its slumber.
I casually settled myself on one of the upper body workout machines located next to her. I set the weight on the machine and placed my hands on the bar above my head, then slowly brought it down to chest. She still hadn't noticed I was there, so I tried to clear my throat nonchalantly to get her attention. I could see, out of the corner of my eye, her head turn in my direction. Her leg movement stopped as she seemed to be assessing my body.
I inwardly smiled in victory and then pretended to glance at her and notice her for the first time. "Oh! Bella… what a coincidence…"
She suddenly laughed, which caused me to frown.
What the hell is so funny?
I looked down at my body to see what she was laughing at.
"A coincidence, yes. Funny how you should be at the exact gym I'm at, using the machine directly next to me, at the precise time I'm here."
Busted…
I continued to act nonchalant. "Yeah, you must be stalking me…"
She snorted and got up from her machine.
I placed the bar back in its original spot. "It's okay, Bella. I promise not to file for a restraining order," I teased, smiling.
She walked off, leaving me standing in a room full of men who ogled her ass as she strutted past them.
I quickly walked up to her and grabbed her arm, spinning her around to face me. "Hey… why did you leave this morning?"
Shit… why the fuck did I just ask that like a little pussy?
She answered back indifferently, "Oh, well, I figured it would've just been easier if you didn't wake up to me in your bed. I mean, who really wants to wake up next to someone they had a one night stand with?"
What? She thinks we had sex?
"Bella, we didn't have sex last night," I admitted.
She looked confused. "We didn't?"
"No…"
Her expression turned blank. "Oh. Well, then…" She shrugged her shoulders. "Okay!" she exclaimed a bit too jovially, and then walked off into the main part of the gym.
I stood there, baffled.
She had snuck off when she thought we'd slept together, but then she found out we didn't and she acted indifferent?
Well, shit… this won't fucking do.
I stomped after her while she hopped up onto an elliptical machine. I stopped in front of it, looking up at her, and put on my most charming smile. "You know, I'd like to take you out again."
She looked at me quizzically. "After I practically attacked you last night? Edward, you seem like a nice guy, and I'd hate to take advantage of you."
Shouldn't that be the other way around?
I realized then that she said something that I had, one too many times, said to women when I tried to break it off with them. "You seem like a nice girl, but I don't want to take advantage of you."
Shaking it off, I replied, "I think I'll be the judge of that."
Bella looked wary. "Mmm… I don't know…" she trailed off.
"Please?" I practically begged.
Why the fuck am I begging her?!
She sighed. "Fine… when?
Yes! Soon I'll have her eating out of the palm of my hand, figuratively and literally speaking.
"Tomorrow."
"I'll have to check my schedule."
I rolled my eyes.
Check her schedule… oh, please…
She got off the elliptical, walked over to a gym bag, unzipped it, and then pulled out a black leather-bound book. She flipped it open and thumbed through the pages while walking back over to me. "Let's see… Well, tomorrow I actually am busy."
Busy?
She continued flipping pages. "But it looks like I'm available Sunday." She paused for a moment. "Oh, wait… no. I actually do have plans."
What the fuck?
She looked up at me from her book. "The next time I'm available is Monday evening… before 9 p.m."
What the hell does this chick do all the time?
She continued, "That good for you?"
Tell her you have plans! Make her beg for it!
"Yep, that's good," I replied.
You idiot.
"Good!" She scribbled something down furiously and then slammed her book shut, casting a sly smile my way.
A light breeze blew nearby; we turned to see Emmett and Satan Rose standing next to us.
Rose, who was still staring daggers at me, turned her attention to Bella, "Hey Bella, I want you to meet Emmett."
"Oh!" Bella exclaimed. "This is the cute guy you were talking about." Bella held out her hand.
Emmett shook her hand lightly and smiled. "It's nice to meet you, Bella."
"We should probably go, Bella. Gotta be at work soon," Rosalie said.
"Well, can I offer you ladies a ride? Where do you both work?" Emmett asked.
Rosalie and Bella looked at each other and then at the same time sputtered, "No…no" repeatedly, as well as, "We're fine."
"We brought Rose's car today, anyway," Bella said.
"Okay then, I guess I'll see you later then?" Emmett asked Rosalie.
"Sure! See ya!" Rosalie said, and grabbed Bella's arm, pulling her away.
I realized something. "Wait!" I called after Bella. "How do I contact you?"
Bella giggled and looked over her shoulder. "I'm sure you'll figure something out!" She continued walking toward the exit and then left.
I stood there, looking at the spot where she last was, completely bewildered. I had gone to the gym expecting to show her what she was missing. All that happened was that I got a possible date from her; but that date was useless if I couldn't even contact her!
Emmett!
Emmett would most likely have Rosalie's number, who then would have Bella's number.
I turned to him. "Em, give me Rosalie's number."
He looked angry. "No fucking way, man!"
I rolled my eyes. "Not because I wanna screw her, you dickhead. I want Bella's number, and she's the only way I can get it."
"Oh…" he said, calming down.
"Well?" I questioned, wanting the number.
"Can't."
"What do you mean you can't?"
How hard can it be to give me one lousy phone number?
"Don't have it," he admitted.
Oh, brother…
"How do you not have it? You saw Rosalie today, after all."
"Well, we hung out all last night, and then at the end she told me to come here, so I told her I'd just meet her. We didn't exchange phone numbers. I was going to ask her for her number today, but… I forgot."
"You idiot…" I rolled my eyes. "When you like a girl, you get her fucking number!"
"Says the douche who's still numberless."
"I can't help it if she's trying to play all these games!" I exclaimed.
"I thought you were the one who played games?"
That's what I thought, too…
X-X-X-X
I went home, feeling confused, annoyed, and most of all, horny. I had just come out of the shower, wearing a towel, when I heard Emmett knock and talk to me through my door.
"Edward, come out here," he called.
I made sure the towel was securely fastened around my waist before opening the door. "What?"
Emmett held out a light green phone to me. "This thing keeps buzzing, and it's driving me fucking bonkers." He threw it at me and then turned on his heel, entering the kitchen.
I fumbled with the phone for a second before looking at the screen.
Let's meet at Satyr tonight for drinks.
I texted Rose, too.
-Alice
"When did you get a new phone?" Emmett asked.
I started to menacingly chuckle. "Oh, man… you gotta check this out."
He came over to me and looked down at the phone. "Satyr? Rose? What is this?"
"This is Bella's phone," I explained.
He looked at me dumbstruck. "Huh?"
I sighed. "I met Bella last night at that stupid Touch&Go club. I took her to that café I like and then we came back here. She left her phone by accident, and I've had it since. That's how I knew that Rosalie also goes by Rose. She sent Bella a text saying she was going to the gym."
"So, you've been spying on her texts."
I diverted my eyes.
He continued, "You are all sorts of creepy, man, but… hey. Now I'll get to see Rose again and you can see that girl, Bella. Win-win to me!"
"Wait. We can't let them know that we own the club, though…" I said.
"Why not?"
"I just don't think we should go down that road."
To be honest, I had never told any of the girls I'd been with about my business life. I had always told them a little bit about my personal life, just to get them to trust me, but my business life was purely my own. I didn't want anyone tainting that.
"Fine," Emmett agreed. "Once we find them, we should try to get them away from the club. Otherwise there is a good chance one of our employees will blow our cover."
"Good point. Sounds like a plan."
If I was going to see Bella again, I'd have to be completely on my game. No premature sex attempts anymore.
I took out my phone and went through my contacts.
"Calling one of the KIT girls?" he asked, smirking.
"Shut up…"
He guffawed. "Who's it gonna be this time? Oh, wait, no… let me guess!" He thought for a moment. "It's gotta be Flexible Kate."
How did he know?
"What are you, some sort of Miss Cleo?" I queried.
"You just seem pretty wound up, that's all."
It was true. After seeing Bella again, my hormones were going crazy. I knew that if I saw her at the club later, we'd probably end up in a similar situation as last night, and my ego certainly didn't need that again.
I quickly dialed Kate and told her I'd meet her over at her house. Once she and I were done, I could get ready for the club. I grabbed my keys and made my exit.
"Have fun, you slut!" he called out as I shut the apartment door.
A/N: The beginning scene of this chapter is the whole reason I even started this fic. Imagine in your head Edward looking at the condom, Bella, crotch. Condom. Bella. Crotch. Bella. Crotch. Hahahha. *sigh* My head is weird.
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