Chapter 4.
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Please remember, this story is rated M. It has adult language and adult situations (sex). Please use caution, and if this is something you're bothered with, this story is not right for you.
A/N: This chapter is from Edward's point of view. It will give us a little information about his past, and to where and how him and Bella met.
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EPOV
She stirred in her sleep a lot – more so when we had stressful encounters with the paparazzi. And Tanya.
Those stupid fuckers.
Her eyes were closed, her energy drained entirely with the day and night events. She had an early call to shoot tomorrow, but I didn't. So I had the luxury of watching her as she slept – really, a favorite pastime of mine.
Her dreams appeared troubled, or maybe it was my wild imagination and the dangerous murderous thoughts I had in my head after the cast dinner.
I decided to leave the bed and head to the kitchen for a drink of water. Or Vodka. Whatever was in my way.
The bar was closer so I poured myself some vodka, the clear glass glistening with the moonlight. I downed the shot fast and clean, feeling the warmth travel down my throat and then deep into my stomach. The alcohol effects exploded in my head – just the way I expected it to do – and I decided I had space for another.
Those stupid, fucking assholes.
I couldn't shake the night's dealings from my head, everything fresh in my veins, threatening to burst me alive. I sat on a near-by stool, my legs dragging and weighting an incredible weight of gigantic rocks.
Not only was I frustrated by what I had turned Bella's life into, but because we would spend three months in the company of Tanya… the Queen Bitch.
I wasn't one to hate, or by caught up in the motherfucking games of Hollywood, but ever since hooking up with Kate – something I now regretted immensely – my life, and everyone's around it, had become the laughable cartoon of the weekend…The face of a brand – the marketing of a product. I was the pretty face of the year, the guy who was only worth to put in a list for a magazine. Honestly, I couldn't remember how many fucking lists my name had been placed in. The purpose? So obvious: Sell, sell, sell.
Did any of them mean anything to me? Absolutely-fucking-not.
I was chained to an existence of parading my face and body wherever I went. I tried to lay low – to fly under the radar, even with Kate's unavoidable longing for attention.
Ever since I was twelve, I had longed to becoming an artist. I played instruments – too many of them to list, quite frankly. My parents' wealth had served for the sole purpose of educating me in one of the most prestigious conservatories in Chicago. My father, a famed surgeon, was too busy and too disentangled from my life to care what I did, just as long as I didn't end up in jail.
Luckily for him – and me – I was mildly well behaved, up until my mother's death… That changed everything. My father sunk himself in work and in furthering his career, while my older sister Rosalie decided to move to Paris to pursue a career in Fashion. I was alone with my thoughts and anger too much, so I drove all that energy into my music. Piano was my favorite, but guitar, cello, violin and saxophone were no exceptions. I simply had too much time for myself and for the memory of an empty home without a mother, so my inspiration skyrocketed.
An agent discovered me one night after a concert. I was seventeen, soon to be eighteen. Her promise of fame and fortune sounded better than College anyway, so I began my career. The only problem was, I was now a movie star with no prospects of being considered a respected musician any time soon.
And the beautiful girl lying naked in my bed was suffering for my poor judgments. Although I couldn't deny, if I hadn't become an actor, Bella Swan would've never crossed my path. Her pure spirit, her faithful talent, and her authenticity, stunned me from the very beginning. She wasn't pretentious, she wasn't obnoxious, and she wasn't consumed with herself.
Unlike Kate.
Kate hadn't always been that way. She was a gorgeous woman… the first actress I met in the fish bowl of my world, that I was physically attracted to, and somewhat interested in emotionally - she drugged me with her charms and dreams of stardom. I couldn't deny wanting more; longing to fill the hole that expanded each day in my chest. Her and I had been costars in one of the most successful movies of all time. I hadn't planned it, but she obviously had. She had searched, and crawled, and allowed countless men into her bed to reach the top. With her, I felt protected and safe. She knew our world, and she manipulated it to her likings.
I had fallen in lust with her. The speed at which we became a power couple was ridiculous; we were invited to every single event in the business, and photographed everywhere. People loved her stunning blonde image, and they adored my quiet but mysterious personality, along with my handsome looks (hey, I'm just quoting what the magazines said, here).
I grew bored easily. Kate on the other side became addicted to the attention. She changed, and she quickly left me behind. I was a distant memory… the necessary shadow she needed by her side to remain in the spotlight.
And then I met Bella. The connection was made the second my green eyes met her brown ones. I was insanely captivated by her presence… as little as it was, most of the time at the beginning. She was a supporting character in the movie I was working in at the time, but she stole every scene she was in. She was brilliant.
And so, what started as admiration from afar, and polite conversation between scenes, grew to a hopeless crush. I was dying inside at the knowledge that I couldn't do anything about it. I was attached in more ways that I could handle, and she had a very protective boyfriend… a photographer I had worked with many times before. He was always on the set, as if he could sense danger in my presence. Him and I never talked back then, but our eyes burned with fury. It's hard to believe Bella never realized how Jacob could feel the threat coming from my wordless adoration for her.
Then finally one day after a long shoot, I asked her out for a cup of coffee. And I knew she felt the same way I did when she blushed at my request; she could hardly keep her eyes on mine, and she bit her lip in a way that made my body tense with sexual energy. I wanted the girl so bad. I wanted her physically and emotionally. Our coffee date turned into dinner, and before we knew it, I was driving her to her apartment, and we were making out in her living room. There was no sex, but only because we were interrupted by the vibrating phone in my pocket. The guilty expression on her face, and the shame with which she hid it from me, made me feel like the biggest fucking asshole in the entire universe. I had seduced her that night… I admit it without disgrace. Kate was cheating on me, and I couldn't care any less than I did when I found out. But Bella had a boyfriend, and she knew the implications of what we did. But worse, of what we felt. Our connection was undeniable. I was deeply in love with her, and so was she.
We were fucking screwed.
I assured Bella we would be alright. But we weren't. Kate began to suspect I had my sights on someone else - someone I was working with, because suddenly I became eager to be on set more than needed, and insisted on meeting with the cast to discuss the scenes. Kate was a smart woman, and since she was whoring around thinking I was ignorant of her affairs behind my back, she knew the behavior… she followed the clues. And she caught me.
She went crazy when she found Bella and I arguing in my trailer….
"Edward, I really think this is a mistake. You'll finish the movie, and forget all about me." Bella said, barely containing her tears. She was trying to be strong I knew it. And she was, because her eyes were begging her to fuck everything and fuck me. "Please, just… lets forget we ever kissed. We were drunk and upset. We weren't thinking."
"Kate's cheating. And I know Jacob is too." I told her blatantly.
Her eyes grew wide, and the tears she tried to hold back began to spill. She cleaned them up quickly, smudging her makeup across her cheeks. I moved forward to help her clean her face, but she stepped back away from my hand.
"What the fuck are you talking about?" She said, her voice grave and worried. "Kate? With Jacob?"
I had to laugh at her assumption… wouldn't that make our lives a living soap opera? And wouldn't that make our situation a bit better. But, no. Kate was with her trainer and her current costar, and Jacob was hooking up with some wannabe-model. How did I know all this? Because I had become a disgusting stalker since meeting Bella.
I shook my head, and moved closer to where she stood again. She didn't refuse me that time. "No. Not with each other, but with other people, yes. Please don't ask me for specifics, just… trust me on this."
And I leaned down and took her lips with mine, kissing her lovingly. I needed her to know she was more than a crush - never a fling. She was the one for me, and somehow I just knew it. I couldn't… wouldn't let her go. Filming was almost over, and we would each move on. I had to at least try to make her know my real intentions. And she also should know Jacob was being a fucker.
Kate knocked on my trailer and called me with a violent strength. Bella pushed me away from her mouth, and panicked. I screamed for Kate to wait a minute. She didn't. The door opened and she saw Bella, her eyes teary, her lips swollen from our kiss. She flipped and stormed out of the trailer, making sure a scene would be witnessed by the crew.
Stupid bitch.
A woman I had once liked and enjoyed for company, had decided to end my career and my reputation, along with Bella's, of course. She was smart, and there were not traces or evidence of her cheating on me. But I hadn't been that careful, and people in the set had noticed my unconcealed attraction to Bella, and the few times we had interacted in public. Kate campaigned for her victimization, conveniently twisting the entire truth of the end of our relationship. She went to the press and the media. She tweeted her broken heart, she cried for the paparazzi. She was a motherfucking talented actress… of that I was now sure.
It also didn't help that her friend Tanya had made many advances on me, and I had always rejected her. She enjoyed my downfall, and clung to Kate throughout the whole ordeal. She loved watching my humiliation, and her devilish smile was almost comparable to Kate's fake tears.
But I took it all. I stood by and received all the punches, while I protected Bella. She was amazing at how she was silent as a mouse whenever photographers and reporters swarmed her with questions and open claims. Immediately after we wrapped filming, she went back to doing a play in a small theater in New York, as a way to disappear from the spotlight. But they still chased her. When our movie opened, she was purposely missing. I couldn't reach her anywhere. It was as if I was chasing a ghost, a memory. I left messages, telling her I was sorry for what I had done to her. And then after a few weeks, I left her alone. I had caused her anguish, and I was determined to end it. She was the one who came back to me one night, the soft knocks on my door causing a stir as I woke from falling asleep in my couch….
"Edward," She said simply, as I opened the door. My eyes traveled down her thin frame, shaped with a simple T-shirt and an old pair of jeans. She wore snickers, and her hair was down, falling over her eyes and ears. She was the apparition of an angel.
I didn't say a word, and pulled her against me in the most eager hug I had ever given. She embraced me back exactly the same – tracing her small fingers down my back. Her mouth suddenly flew to capture mine in a deep, soaring kiss. I was in heaven and hell, all at once. She and all that surrounded her enchanted me. I wanted to possess her, and to cherish her, and to give her every single ounce of myself. I wanted to finally make her mine. Only mine.
We traveled to the nearest wall, where I kissed her more passionately than I had ever kissed anyone before. It was a night of firsts for me. I didn't want to fuck her against the wall, but she had other plans. She wanted to fuck. She wanted to feel.
When I had tried to peel her from the cold white wall of my foyer, she protested with a grunt and continued to attack my tongue.
"Bella…" I tried to say when she freed my bottom lip from her teeth. Her mouth was suddenly in my jaw, leaving wet traces of her arousal behind. My mind was blurred with her touches and moans. I couldn't think what I was trying to tell her, and so I let her do as she pleased. She quickly unbuttoned my jeans, pulled my shirt over my head, and released my erection into her hands. She wasn't gentle, but she was oh so perfect. Her fingers wrapped around me as if she knew that part of me from before, and massaged intently. I could feel my eyes rolling way back into my head, my mouth falling open, searching for hers in desperation.
"Oh… God! Bella… fuck!" I wasn't sure what I said, and I'm pretty sure I didn't care. My hands took hold of her shirt, and then her bra, liberating her breasts for my to caress. Fuck, she was amazing. Absolutely incredible. Beautiful… magical. Fucking sexy as hell.
"Bella," I tried again, as she undid her pants and lowered them to her knees and then off.
She really just wanted to kill me that night. And I was fine to die a happy man.
"Bella!" I barely screamed when I felt her mouth lower and sucking me deeply. And I lost it completely. She was set in what she wanted from me that night. She wasn't having any of my romantic, boring ways to show her my love. She was determined to show me just how much she wanted me as well. Because love and lust were mingled when it came to us.
She looked up at me once, telling me it was okay, and continued to devour my cock. I was too far-gone to stop her, but somehow I did. I wasn't going to let my first time coming with her, to be in her mouth. I brought her up to me again, and kissed her.
"Bella. I love you."
Her eyes welled up, and her lip trembled. I held her to me, and wrapped her legs around my waist, after pushing her underwear down her hips and off her. One of my hands held her hip, the other the side of her face.
Her back was flat against the wall, her long slim legs holding me tight against her. The hand that held her face, traveled down her side, over her breast, lower to her belly. My fingers met her sex and felt her ready for me, but her hand was quicker than mine, and she guided me to her. I entered her easily, and it was an explosion of feelings around us. I was finally there… complete. Exactly where I was supposed to be all my life. With this amazing girl, the one who spoke little, but thought so much. The one who didn't frail with the insults of our world… with the rejection of the public we depended on as actors. She was there, with me. Letting me move inside of her, showing me that we belonged.
"Edward, I love you too." Her lips said simply into my ear, her words flooding me with even more adoration for her. I knew then, the moment when our orgasms exploded together, that we could make it. That we could - and would - fight the enemies at the gate. That no amount of Kates or Jacobs, could stand between us. That we had each other, regardless of the odds against us.
When I returned to our bedroom, I found her sitting on the edge, her back to me, looking out the window.
I flew to her, and embraced her naked waist from behind. She felt my lips on her shoulder and turned to kiss my temple.
"Are you ok?" She asked me, and my heart swelled. All the while I worried about her, and she was obviously concerned with my wellbeing instead.
My Bella.
I nodded into the crook of her neck and kissed it.
"You should be asleep. Did I wake you?" My words were barely audible against her skin, my hands coming up to cradle her beautiful tits.
"I missed you when I went to grab your dick in my sleep."
I laughed, and turned her face to mine, kissing her on the lips with an open mouth. Our tongues collided, and intertwined. But I remembered her early call, so I chastised our passion, and moved her to lay her back down. Her head fell to my chest, right over my heart. She was there again, right where she belonged.
