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Chapter 4- The Hero Dies in This One
EPOV
AN: I'm so happy with the response that this story has gotten! I have really enjoyed writing it thus far and I'm glad that everyone else has enjoyed reading it!
Things will start to get messy now! ;)
Bella Swan.
Lately, her name and her face were all that were on my mind. Her beauty was staggering. Her personality was unlike any other I had ever encountered. She was smart and sassy and knew exactly how to carry herself. She had me entirely under her spell, and I swear she didn't even know it. Okay, she probably did. She knew exactly what she was doing to me.
After our first date, I saw her every night after. I took her ice skating- at least tried to. She spent more time with her ass on the ice than actual skating. The afterwards was nice though; I had to massage her ass since she fell on it so much.
We went to dinner a few times and tonight we were going to the movies. She wanted to see some silly romance movie- something about a couple who has to deal with the chick recovering from amnesia. To me it seemed like this whole scenario had been done so many times in the past, but Bella seemed like she wanted to see it.
Money may not be an issue with me but seriously- fifteen fucking dollars to sit in a movie theater to watch a movie I could get for five bucks off the streets?
Bella picked the row all the way in the back and in the corner; this should have been my first clue. We sat in our own seats, looking straight ahead at the screen until the lights dimmed as the previews began to start. Bella's hands crept from the armrest onto my lap. Her hands lifted the plastic divider between us and next thing I know she was straddling my lap.
Her lips were attached at my neck and my mouth was at her ear. "I thought you wanted to see this movie…" I questioned.
"Please- I'm not exactly the girly-girl type obsessed with romantic movies. This was just an excuse to get you alone in the dark."
I grabbed her face between my hands and brought her delicious lips to mine. She constantly wore this bubblegum flavored lip gloss that kept me wanting to devour her. My tongue dashed over her lips and she took it into her mouth as our tongues danced between our mouths. My hands worked on their own accord working themselves up to her ample chest. I palmed her breasts and she moaned into my mouth quietly. I bucked up into her pelvis, letting her know exactly what she did to me. She grinded her hips back down onto and I wanted nothing more than to just take her in this movie theater.
Needless to say, we didn't see much of the movie. The only thing I saw were Bella's lips and a lot of her tits. I may or may not have marked her neck too- what can I say; I got a bit carried away.
The whole week I walked around with a wide grin across my face, allowing nothing to damper my mood. Until business got bad.
A competitor in the neighborhood was becoming more insistent on taking over some of my area. He kept bringing his shit into my streets and trying to take away my customers. I wasn't having that shit. He was trying to test my patience- see how far he could push me before I would retaliate. He was getting dangerously close to seeing how fast I could finish him- but I didn't want to have a war wagging as I was trying to make myself a fixture in Bella's life.
I had one of my guys pretend to be a buyer interested in his shit. When the prick showed up, my guy sent him a message. A broken jaw and bullet in the foot hopefully would end this dispute before things had to go further. Time to see how much balls this new guy had.
I had my feet up on my desk, flipping through paperwork when Emmett walked in, grinning like a fool at me.
"What's got you so happy?" I asked.
"Don't you seem relaxed today, boss. Finally get it in?" he said, wiggling his eyebrows at me.
"Fuck, Em. Don't talk about her like that!" I told him, swinging my legs off the desk to stand up.
"Chill. I didn't mean anything by it. You just seem so fucking happy this week- it's nice."
"She's pretty damn amazing. I just don't know how to tell her what I really do for a living," I said, sinking back down in my leather chair. I threw my glasses- yes, I had to wear glasses while reading- on the desk and dragged a hand through my hair. This had been on my mind all week.
Things were going great. We were having fun every time we went out and we had yet to run out of things to talk about. Time spent with her was easy and enjoyable; I wanted to spend every moment I could with her.
In the back of my mind, I couldn't get over the fact that this could all come crashing down as soon as she found out the truth. She didn't seem like the type of girl that got turned on by the violent and illegal nature of my background. I knew that she was a straight-shooter, she respected the law and the way the system worked. She respected authority and getting things done the right way. I knew that she wouldn't understand how I lived my life.
Yet, I couldn't bring myself to break things off. Eventually, the truth would come out, somehow someway- it was inevitable. I also convinced myself that once the truth did reveal itself, I would probably never be able to talk to her again. But like the masochist that I was, I kept things going, as if we could truly live happily ever after.
I had yet to speak with Bella all day, except for a good morning text when I woke up, a habit I began the night after our first date. I couldn't seem to start my day without hearing from her- even just a simple good morning. Between the work I had been slacking on and wondering if I should just end things, I didn't get an opportunity to talk with her.
Around seven thirty, she texted me- that was probably when she was leaving work.
Hey- I was wondering if maybe you wanted to do something tonight. I'd really like to see you B.
I couldn't help but smile at the simple words of her text message. All my reasoning went out the window as I replied to her.
How about I make you dinner, at my place. I can come pick you up from your place. Be there in a half hour?
Sounds perfect. I'll be ready – B.
I threw the invoices back on the mound of papers on my desk, tossing my glasses on top of it. I slipped on my coat and sped downtown to go pick her up. She was standing outside- still dressed from work. She wore tight dress pants, that hugged the curves of her hips perfectly. Her bottom down shirt was open right above the bottom of her bra, but she wore a tiny tank top underneath, careful not to show too much. Her hair was pulled to side, twisted into a ponytail. It amazed how sexy she made looking simple.
Her lips curved up into a smile as I stepped out of the car to greet her. I didn't hesitate pulling her close to me and crashing my lips down to hers. Her lips automatically parted for me and my tongue dashed into her mouth. We stood in the cold weather, relishing in the warmth of each other's touch, frozen in another perfect kiss.
"Hey," she said breathless, leaning her head against mine.
"Hey yourself."
I placed my hand on the small of her back, guiding her towards the car. I opened the door for and swiped my hand along her ass as she bent into the car. She flashed me a devilish smile through the window as I closed the door.
The ride from her place to mine was rather short, around fifteen minutes door to door. I let the car get valet by the building car attendant and led Bella into the building where I lived. I was on the top floor- the penthouse suite. In the elevator, the slow ride up was spending groping each other like hormone crazed teenagers.
Our clothes were askew and our lips were swollen by the time we reached my floor. I opened the door, grateful that the cleaning service had made its way through this morning. The lights were dimmed and it barely looked lived in. I let Bella guide herself in; she took careful steps, surveying all the surroundings. She glanced at me over her shoulder, looking surprised.
"I can't believe you live here," she said, spinning around. She made her way straight towards the floor to ceiling windows behind the couch. It let out onto a balcony that over looked Central Park. "This view is outstanding!"
"To be honest, I don't spend much time here," I admitted.
"Too busy working at the coffeeshop to pay for all this?"
I chuckled, her advances to learn more about my money sources never wavering. "Exactly."
She made her way into the open kitchen and sat herself down at the high island counter, turning around on her stool to face me. "So, what are you making for me?"
I followed her lead, walking over to take her coat and placing it in the closet. I went back into the kitchen and uncorked a bottle of wine sitting on the counter, pouring us each a glass. I rolled up my dress shirt to my elbows and searched my refrigerator for something to make. It wasn't surprising to find that there wasn't a single thing to make. I couldn't remember the last time I was in a supermarket to stock up this place.
"Rain check on that?" I asked and she cocked an eyebrow to me. "I know, I know- I invited you here. I just forgot that I have absolutely nothing here to make you. One night though," I promised her. I hoped I'd be able to keep that promise…
"That's fine," she said, hopping off the stool and went to start opening random drawers in the kitchen. "No fast food menus?"
I pointed towards the tiny drawer beside the wall and Bella held up the only two menus I had; one was for pizza and one for Chinese.
"I could always go for Chinese."
"Chinese it is, then," I told her. She leaned over the counter, scrutinizing the menu, deciding on what she wanted. I placed my hands on her hips, leaning against her to look over the menu with her. I grazed the stubble on my jaw against her neck, pretending that I needed to get closer to see the words. A smile turned up on her face slowly and she turned under my body.
"Can I help you with something, Mr. Cullen?"
"Well, I do seem to have a bit of an issue you could help me with…" I said, pushing my boner into her pelvis.
"Appears to be a big problem," she teased, and she hoisted herself up onto the counter, opening her legs for me to stand between. She tugged on my tie, bringing me closer. Her fingers loosen the knot and she slipped the tie off over my head. Her nails raked over the fabric of my shirt, up and down my chest. Her fingers slipped further down, tugging me closer by my belt buckle this time. She slipped the buckle un-done and pulled the belt off and dropped it on the floor.
I took over, un-tucking my shirt from my pants and un doing each button. Bella mirrored my actions, un-doing her own shirt, slipping it off her shoulders and pulling her tank top off as well. Her breasts looked amazing in the black, lace bra she had on; they looked plump and soft, like pillows I just wanted to nuzzle my head against.
Her hands smoothed up my chest and under my shirt to slid the fabric off my shoulders and drop the floor, joining the growing pile of our clothes. Bella keep teasing her fingers up and down my chest and abs, just grazing the waistband of my pants.
I wrapped my arms around her hips, dipping my hands under her ass and giving it a light squeeze. I pulled her body flush against mine, my hard on lined up right against her center. She arched her back and let out a delicious moan at the contact.
"Edward," she panted. My lips went to her neck, grazing my lips along the smooth skin behind her ear. "Maybe we should cool it. Before we end up doing it right here, in the kitchen."
I was worked up- I ignored her doubts. My lips continued to attack her neck, my hands rubbing the sides of her body. I brought my hands to the front of her naked torso, feeling her flat tummy. My hands traveled further up to palm her breasts and then she pushed back on my chest, distancing us.
"Edward, I think we should stop," she told me, more force to her voice this time.
I placed my hands on the counter, on either side of her hips. I hung my head downwards and she ran her hands through my hair. She placed two fingers under my chin and lifted it up, placing a chaste kiss on my lips.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be a tease- honest. I just don't want our first time to be in the kitchen. I know you must think I'm just a tease. We've only known each other for a week or so and everything between us just seems to be moving so fast. My body is reacting to you like it's never done before; I want you. But realistically, I know that we should cool things down a bit…" she said, hanging her head down slightly.
I pulled her into an embrace before bending down to grab her tank top. "I don't think you're a tease. And you're right; we shouldn't let this go further right now. We have plenty of time to do that. How about we order some food?"
The corners of her mouth turned up slightly and she picked her head up. I assisted her, pulling her tank top down over her head before pulling her into another hug. "You're too damn sexy for your own good," I whispered into her ear.
"Believe me, I want it too. But a girl has to have some self-respect," she said, winking as she hopped off the countertop and began to look over the menu again.
Bella found a tablecloth somewhere and spread it out over my floor in the living room. We shared all the food- passing the cartons of food back and forth as we shoved the food into our mouths with the chopsticks. I held out two fortune cookies in my hand, allowing Bella to chose between the two.
We both cracked open our cookies, failing at our attempts to pronounce the Chinese words on the back of the fortune.
"A beautiful. Smart and loving will be coming into your life," Bella read from her cookie. "I think he's already here," she concluded, kissing me on the lips.
"Tell them before it's too late…" is what my fortune said, quite fitting for the situation I am..
"Well, that's heavy…" Bella commented, popping her cookie into her mouth. I attempted to brush off the coincidence of the fortune cookie, and focus on the present, the beautiful girl in front of me. I couldn't help but laugh as I caught her stealing my cookie from under my nose. "Okay, you caught me," she admitted, holding her hands up above her head.
"Lucky for you, you're too fucking cute for me to be mad at," I told her, pulling her onto my lap.
Once again, I found myself begging to be shot down past a point of no return. Bella was completely right before in stopping us. We had only met a week ago and already I felt more towards her than I had any woman before. I trusted her- which didn't come easy. I felt myself around her, another dangerous thing. I couldn't stop myself when I was with her- I just wanted more.
Bella straddled me, kissing along the side of my neck, nuzzling her soft skin against mine. I pulled back to capture her lips with mine. I kissed her hard, full of passion; her lips parted against mine and I took advantage, plunging my tongue into her mouth. My tongue danced along hers for a while, my hands roaming the curves of her body. Bella kept swirling her hips around in my lap, making it very hard for me to control myself.
Reluctantly, I had to push Bella back, separating myself from her.
"What's wrong?" she questioned.
I kissed her again, smiling against her thoroughly kissed lips. "You make it very hard for me to behave myself. I think we need to do something else," I told her.
She giggled and moved herself onto the floor beside me. "Anything in mind?"
"There's a pool hall down the block from here," I suggested.
"Would you believe me if I said I never played pool before?"
"No…"
"I never played pool before," she stated, smirking at me.
"Well, then. I guess I'll have to teach you."
We walked down the block to quiet pool hall. We got a table in the corner, away from everyone else. There were well over thirty pool tables, each with one light above them, providing all the light in the place. I grabbed us each a stick, a smaller one for Bella and chalked them up. I racked up the balls and set up the cue.
I took the stick and placed it her hands. I bent over her, control her movements in my hands. My pelvis was flesh up against her ass and her sticking it out purposely was not making my concentration easier. I showed her how to hold it, placing the stick under her middle finger and crossing her pointer finger on top of it for better control. Everyone had their own way of shooting pool, but this is how I learned, so this is how I taught her.
"Now, after you line up your shot, force the stick forward hard," I told her.
"So, you like it rough?" she teased, barely containing her laughter long enough to get her statement out.
"Focus, this is pool. Not sex, Ms. Swan."
"Okay, so like this?" she asked and splattered the balls all across the table. "I got one of each in. Now what happens?"
"You get to choose which ones you want," I explained.
"I want to be solids," she declared and stalked around the table, determining which ball she wanted to take an attempt at first. There weren't any easy shots with the way she broke.
My jaw went slack as I watched her sink four straight shots. Eventually, she ran out of shots that wouldn't push one of my balls in as well.
"Beginner's luck," she reasoned, leaning against her pool stick with a big grin across her face.
"Uh-huh," I said, attempting to focus on my shot. But Bella started to stretch, pushing her chest and her cleavage forward and somehow I pushed my stick forward, barely hitting the cue ball and none of the balls moved.
"Wow, I thought you were good at this," she commented, going back to the table to line up one of her shots.
Two can play at this game. I leaned against her again, ghosting my lips over her neck. I let my breath linger over her sensitive neck and behind her ear. Then I whispered gently, "Don't mess up," I said, and let my fingers linger over the skin between where her shirt rode up in the back and the top of her jeans. She took her shot, missing just slightly, getting one of my balls in instead of hers.
"Thanks for that. You know you did pick stripes, right?" I teased her.
She walked around to the other side of the table and stuck her tongue out at me, like a toddler. Chuckling, I began to line up my next shot. I kept glancing over at her, who was opposite of me. My eyes kept shifting towards her, because I knew I wouldn't get this shot off without some sort of retaliation. I was being paranoid; barely paying attention to the shot I had already considered a lost cause. She stayed perfectly still though- barely even blinking. I pulled back the stick and went to push it forward. As I began pushing it forward, Bella let out a loud cough, causing my concentration to falter and the stick to slide, slightly, to the side- I ended up scratching, without getting any other balls in.
"So, what happens when that white ball goes in the pocket?" she asked. She cocked her side to the side, biting on her lip and twirling her hair around her finger- she was acting like she was innocent and playing dumb.
I took the cue ball from the slot and placed in her hand. I took her hand and guided her to the top of the table. "You can put the ball anywhere you like behind this second dot," I explained, pointing to it on the table. "You have to shoot the ball long-ways; you can't take a shot across," I said. I placed my hands on her hips again, smoothing my hands over her arms as she began to bring the stick to the table. My jaw, full of stubble, started to rub up against her neck and I could feel the goose bumps rising along her skin. Her neck fell to the side and I immediately attacked it with kisses. The stick fell through her fingers to the floor and she hung her head down to the table.
"You win, okay? I give in, you win," she said, throwing her hands up in the air, before bringing them back down to my chest. She leaned in and pressed her lips softly to mine.
"I like winning," I mumbled against her lips.
I backed away at that point and let her take her shot. She didn't end up hitting anything, not even two bumpers, which normally would have been a scratch, but I let it slide. On my next turn, I ended up clearing all my balls and sinking the eight ball in the pocket I called.
"Want to play for money? Five bucks a ball?" she propositioned.
"Are you sure? I just kicked your ass. You still had four balls left on the table."
"I'll step up my game," she told me.
"I'm not going to play easy- this is for money," I warned her.
"I wouldn't want you to. Rack 'em up!"
We went through the game- playing seriously this time. Bella looked to be concentrating hard on every shot, but each time it appeared as though she was just a tiny bit off. I had all eight of my balls in, while she only sunk two. If I was a dick, I would have made thirty dollars off her. But, I could never take her money.
"Double or nothing," she proposed again. "Ten bucks a ball."
"Why do you insist on giving me your money, Ms. Swan?"
"I like some friendly competition. I'll break," she told me, taking the cue and lining it up slightly to the right.
I didn't even get to take a fucking shot. She sunk every ball without even giving me a chance. She fucking hustled, Eighty bucks- plus the thirty I was supposed to have won before- off me. She fucking hustled me! Edward Cullen got fucking played!
"God, it feels like college again! I loved hustling boys who thought I knew nothing about pool. I wiped their pockets clean. Everyone saw me as this innocent, doe eyed little girl who never saw the real world before. Meanwhile, I grew up with a smart-mouthed, athletic brother who taught me everything I know. I came from the streets of the city compared to their grass-lined roots. They couldn't believe that me, or any girl, could beat them at anything competitive. I showed them," she explained to me as we walked back towards my place.
"And me," I added.
"I thought you might like it. Remember, you like feisty…"
She got up on her tippy toes, and dragged her tongue along my bottom lip, before pulling it into her mouth and sucking lightly on it. Her hands lingered on my chest, lazily tracing patterns against the fabric. She kissed me harder this time, taking control of the kiss. Her hands went up into my hair, tugging and massaging my scalp. She was driving me fucking crazy.
"You…" I told her, leaning in again to kiss her "… are trouble!"
Her eyes glanced from side to side and then she pointed at herself, grinning widely. "Who me?" she said, acting coy. "I'm just having a little fun," she added, moving her lips close to mine, allowing them to linger there- our lips barely touching. Then she pulled away and walked to the driver's side of my car. "I'll drive?"
"Naughty minx," I mumbled under my breath as I threw her keys. She was the only person I allowed to drive this car. Even Emmett, after the three years almost that I have known him, has not driven this car.
This time when she drove, she didn't hold back. She pushed the car to the limits, weaving around traffic and doubling the speed limits easily. I just sat back and watched her- the wind swirling her hair around, the way her teeth shined in the street lights, she had a constant smile on as she drove. She was absolutely stunning and was unlike any other person I had even known. I was falling for her.
It was dark. I had no idea where I was. My body felt sore and as I tried to open my eyes, I realized they were crusted shut. As I came through, surveying my surroundings, I realized I was in a warehouse of some sort. My hands were tied behind my back and my feet tied to the legs of the chair. My clothes were cut up and bloodied. My head was pounding and the single light in front of my face was not helping the throbbing in my head.
"Wakey, Wakey, sleepyhead," I heard a voice say. It was familiar but I couldn't place where I heard it before.
I opened my eyes again and saw a dark figure, with long hair, knotted in dreads. It was that stupid competitor I had been fucking with lately. Laurent or something…
"What the hell am I doing here? Un-tie me!" I demanded.
"Not so fast, Cullen. We have business to discuss," the dark figure told me.
"In general, I usually don't discuss business with people who have me tied up! Besides, we have no business together!"
"And therein lies the problem. You think that you can control this whole area without anyone pushing back to creep in and take what shouldn't be yours. I'm sure we can arrange a situation that can be profitable for both us," he explained.
I sniffled and spat on him. Who the fuck did this guy think he was? "Look- no one around here has ever heard of you. I know because I asked around. In what sick twisted world do you live in where you think that you can come in here, kidnap me and take over my territory? You haven't earned shit!"
"Tsk,tsk," he said as he began to circle around my chair. My eyes narrowed in on him as he walked around me as If he was stalking his prey. "And yet, here I am with all the power. No one knows where you are and you seem to be a bit, uh, tied up at the moment. You are in no place to act high and mighty."
"You're a dead man," I seethed.
"Another empty threat?"
"No. A promise."
He broke out in boisterous laughter. He flipped out a pocketknife and came behind me. I felt the cool metal at my neck, his breathing ragged in my ear. I kept a blank look on my face but my heart was beating out of my chest. I was in a bad situation; my limbs were useless- I had nothing to fight back with. For the first time in a long time, I was actually afraid for my life.
Laurent dragged the knife across my neck as he turned around to face me. He had a wide grin on his face. He knew he held all the power and that my life was at the mercy of his knife. All he had to do was put a tiny bit more force against the knife and my artery would be severed; I would bleed out in only a few minutes.
"Any last words, Edward?"
If I was going out, I might as well say what I want to. "Fuck you.," I told him, staring him dead in his eyes.
His grin only appeared to grow wider. I felt the blade dig deeper against my skin; my skin could only withstand so much pressure before it was pierced. I looked down to see a trickle of blood begin to fall- this was it; this was how it was going to end.
I love you, Bella, was the only thing I could think of. Memories of her beautiful face, her lips against mine, her warm body underneath mine flashed before my eyes as I closed them, bracing for the final slice.
BANG!
I didn't know where it came from. At first, I thought I was in shock and that I had been shot. But as I opened my eyes, Laurent laid motionless at my feet. Straight ahead, I saw the reason my life was still intact.
Bella stood, no fear showing across her eyes. The gun was still held up at the angle she shot it at. She released the shell casing and flipped the safety back on, moving it into the waistband of her jeans. She hustled towards me and immediately dropped to her knees to un-do my bindings. Her arms flung around my neck and she started to pepper my face with kisses.
"Oh, Edward! I'm so glad that I got here in time! But, we got to go. I knocked out the two guys in the front, but I doubt they're the only ones. You okay to walk?"
Whoa… This couldn't be my Bella. She isn't involved in this world- she's pure, well not quite pure, and good. This world of crime and illegal actions is no place for a woman like her. Why is she here?
"What are you doing here? How do you know how to shoot that guy?" I asked her, ignoring her question to me.
"Edward, did you get hit that hard? I didn't just marry you- I married this life. You think I would let the captor of my husband get away with this and keep his life? This is what I said yes to, you, the crime and making sure at the end of the day, we're still together," she told me, caressing my face. Her hand grasped hold of my wrist and pulled me along. We both heard shuffling feet coming towards us and ducked down. She pulled out another gun from under her pant leg, tossing it to me. She winked at me, taking out the gun from her waistband and cocked it. With one nod of her head, we both stood up, firing ahead.
I woke up in a sweat. Was that what life would be like if I stayed with Bella? Is it really let her go or immerse her into this lifestyle, forcing her to be like me? She wasn't a criminal, she wasn't meant to be like me; she was too good for this.
Were my feelings for her enough to subject her to all this? Would I be selfish to still want her after picturing that?
The next day, I didn't text Bella in the morning like I had for the past week. I didn't text her at all. My mind was in tangles sorting through my feelings for and the idea of where those feelings would lead us. Bella was too good for this- could I really expect her to carry a gun? She would want a family, I could tell she loved kids and would want a big family. She deserved that. In this world, the people I surrounded myself with- especially family- were targets. I was a fucking demon for setting up this relationship to fail.
I could not make Bella a target.
Then why is her face all I fucking see? I wouldn't admit to myself it could be love. Who falls in love after a week? Love at first sight was only something for the movies and books. Yet, it seemed to be the only logical explanation.
I was at a crossroads. I couldn't just escape the lifestyle I was engaged in- the only way someone truly ever got out was in a body-bag. I knew that if I continued something with Bella- if she would take me after she found out, and that was a big if- she would inevitably and eventually be a target for my enemies to easily gain ground on me. But if I did L-word her, could I just give her up?
I tried to focus on the paperwork in front of me- coffee orders, employee hour logs, lists of potential markets to break into. The phone would not stop ringing- people were useless on their own. "I don't know where this guy is?"- so call them, not me. "How much is this shit supposed to be?"- it's your fucking job, why are you asking me. Everyone seriously needed to step shit up a bit, or else they were all getting their asses fired.
When the phone rang again, I didn't even pick up my head to read the caller Id. "Cullen."
"Edward?" her voice sweetly called to me.
Fuck. "Bella, hey."
"Hey, I haven't heard from you today. Is everything okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I've just been busy at work today," I told her. I slapped my hand against my head, the truth slipped out way too easily with her. A busy day serving coffee to people would really stress me out to the extent I sounded on the phone with her.
"Oh, well I really could go for a cup. I'll stop by. Fix me my favorite?" she said, hanging up before I could respond.
I threw my glasses on my desk and searched around my office for the stupid apron all the other employees wore. I finally found it and ran downstairs, praying she wasn't there yet. I barely got behind the counter, ignoring the stares I received from the other employees when I saw her walk in. She looked amazing as usual- hair down, white tee shirt with a sleeveless cardigan-sweater thing left open over it. She wore a pair of khaki colored shorts, cuffed at the thigh and burgundy colored tights underneath them, that matched her sweater. Her black uggs- that I knew she loved- topped off her outfit. I couldn't help but smile as wide as I could when she walked towards me. I was screwed.
She leaned over the counter to peck me on the lips as I handed her the medium coffee, with two sugars and a little bit of milk, just the way she liked it. I motioned to where the employee door was and stepped out so that I could wrap my arms around her and loose myself in her presence for awhile. One more day just being Edward and Bella wouldn't hurt anyone, right?
I inhaled her heavenly scent as I squeezed her tight against my body.
"I missed you," I told her, kissing her a bit more affectionate than I should have with the entire café watching. She pulled back, blushing slightly, embaressed by all the stares we were getting. I took her hand and lead her towards the door that went up to my office.
"Edward! What are you doing?" she questioned.
"It's okay," I assured her. "it's the boss' office- he wouldn't mind. Trust me."
I winked at her and pulled her up the stairs. I punched in the code and pushed open the door. As soon as it slammed shut, I pressed Bella against the door, attaching my lips to her neck. My hands traveled their way up her hips, past her sides and to her breasts. She moaned underneath my touch.
Her hands pressed up against my chest, pushing me towards my desk. She pushed me into my chair and pulled on my shirt buttons, one of them even popping off. She giggled when that happened.
Her nails raked down my chest and a stinging, yet pleasure sensation surged through me. She turned around, her ass eye level at this point and she shimmied her way onto my lap, her hips swaying in ways I didn't know they could. She kept swirling her hips in my lap as she flipped her head down and back up, arching her back as she did so.
She, then, slid down, and spun on her knees so that her mouth was now right at my very prominent erection. She grinned wickedly as she fingers fumbled to un-do my belt and pants. Her hand slipped inside and gripped my length, causing my eyes to roll in the back of my head.
Then, the door flung open.
"Hey, Cullen- those guys are…"
FUCK.
"I'm so sorry dude, I didn't realize… wait. Bella?" Emmett said.
How the fuck did he know Bella?
"Emmett?" Bella said, sounding shaken up. She stood straight up quickly, smoothing her clothes back into perfect place. She seemed mortified.
How the fuck did Bella know Emmett?
"Cullen, you're a dead man!" Emmett seethed, pointing his finger at me. "Bella, downstairs. Now!"
"What the fuck is going on here?" I finally asked.
"Cullen… As in Edward Cullen," Bella said, seeming like she was finally putting the final piece of a puzzle together.
"Yeah, and…" I said to her.
"As in my brother's boss. The criminal," she finished, pursing her lips and staring down at the floor.
Brother…
Emmett was Bella's brother.
I was a dead man.
AN: And the truth comes out! Edward knows that he has been lusting after his associate's sister and Bella now knows she's been lusting after a criminal, she has already condemned.
These two have a lot to sort out- and a big explanation to give to Emmett.
I do not want to be Edward for that conversation ;)
Next, we'll get to see what Bella thinks now that she knows the truth.
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