A.N.: Heyy! Oh my God guys! I'm so sorry I was a fail yesterday posting this chapter :'( Slipped my mind totally! Forgive me? I promise I'll post Ch 5 tomorrow as it would be planned but also as my way of saying sorry - so you get two chapters in a row! :D
Anyway... I'm glad you liked the last chapter. Alot of you who reviewed said you didn't like Emmett, especially because he hurt Edward by cheaying with his fiancée. And Edward has a prosthetic hand... we're gonna find out what's gonna happen now & if you know Moonstruck, surely you know what's going to happen... if you don't, you're in for a little surprise at the end of the chapter! ;)
No pics for this chapter as the other pics go with it, too. But pics for tomorrow! May hold an NSFW warning, so don't open where other eyes can see and if you're under 18 (really, no one under eighteen should be reading M/NC-17 stories anyway, so there should be no reason you're reading this AN of me telling you you can't, but God do I know there are a few. I was 17 when I discovered the Twilight fandom & that's when I started reading M stories, so I'm being a hypocrite. But yeah... you all get the gist of when I mean NSFW). OK, enough of my chatter. Read on!
Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. SM does. I only own the books and movies, as well as other merchandise. I also don't own the rights to anything revolving around Moonstruck. That's all MGM's doing and everyone else involved. No copyright infringement is intended.
Chapter 4
BPOV
"Really?" he asks in a mumble.
"Yeah. If you must know, our stories are quite similar, except about the losing of a hand and being cheated on," I say.
"Thanks for making me feel so much better."
"Look… I lost someone, too. Someone I loved very much. But before I tell you, you want to know how Emmett and I got together?"
"Not really, but go ahead."
I roll my eyes at him and tell him, "I met Emmett at a bar while mourning the loss of my fiancé who died a few months prior to me meeting Emmett. Surprisingly, by the way he looked and acted, I thought he would have been a player and would just hit on me to make me feel better, then leave me, but he didn't. I was kind of drunk and I just went on and on about my loss, and he just listened.
"For the first year, I'd say, he was just a good friend, a shoulder to cry on when I felt like I was losing it. And then he became more than a friend to me, and I grew to love him. And after three years of being a couple, he proposed to me, even when I thought he never would. I thought we'd just be companions or something, just committed to eachother, but he got down on one knee and asked me to marry him yesterday."
"Yesterday, huh?"
"Yeah."
"And then he leaves you to tell me about him getting married when he didn't even have the guts to tell you everything so you didn't come here clueless about my life, and think I'd just bow down and forgive him."
"You're being very arrogant. You know, all 'woe is me'. You're not the only one who's had a hard life or had something bad happen to you."
"Whatever."
I really needed to get off this topic. "So… after five years… have you found someone else to love you?"
"No."
"So you just gave up?"
He shrugs and I mumble 'stupid' under my breath. I know he heard it. I meant for it to be heard by him. He doesn't comment on it either 'cause he knows it.
"Have you been with anyone else since you and Emmett met? Like, while using him as your own personal tissue, before you two got together for real?"
"No… just Emmett."
"You're stupid yourself."
"I was distraught! I wasn't looking for anyone… I just needed a friend. I wasn't expecting to start feeling things for your brother. They just happened."
"You settled before you could really start loving again, Bella. You settled for the first guy who paid attention to you and felt sorry for you."
I am now pissed off at him. I listened to his story and didn't judge him. But now he's telling me I'm stupid because I settled? So I said he was stupid because he didn't start playing the field. And yeah, I may have not started looking, but I wasn't ready. Really my loss was more of a loss than his. I lost the love of my life due to an unfortunate car accident. He lost his hand, given some sort of replacement, and lost a woman who was a total bitch who didn't deserve him if she treated him like shit by saying she couldn't have a deformed husband.
Emmett and I just grew to love eachother. And I'm not settling. Settling would be me and Emmett not feeling anything for eachother, but we do… even if it's just a little bit.
"What's the matter with you? Why are you so cold? Why are you still so angry? Angry over what happened over five years ago? Both you and Emmett need to pull your heads out of your asses and get over this fight!"
I can see that Edward doesn't have anything to say to that because he's still defiant, still set in his head that Emmett is the guilty one, the one who started it all. But Edward is just as guilty and also is not ending it.
"Why are you even talking to me, trying to get me to budge? Trying to get me to come to this damn wedding and work it all out with Emmett? 'Cause it ain't working. I don't want to see him, nor do I want to forgive him. I don't want to see his happiness when my own was taken away by him."
I slam my hand down, so over trying to convince this man. I need a drink because I deserve it after all this.
"You got vodka? 'Cause I need something strong right now," I tell him with a straight face. 'Cause I'm serious.
Edward smirks and gets up. He rifles through a cabinet, pulling out two shot glasses, and then pulls a bottle of vodka from the freezer. "Shots okay?"
I nod because anything would do as long as I could get some alcohol in me. He brings over the stuff and then pours two shots, sliding one over to me, which I quickly down, slamming the glass down, signaling for more. And he obliges.
We do this silently for a few minutes, until we've drank enough to start blurting things out.
Edward starts off. "She was right to leave me… Kate. I'm not a full man because I'm deformed. I've learned to be able to use this," he waves the wooden hand, "but it took some time. And I doubt Kate would have been able to handle it. I was a monster when it first happened."
I couldn't take it anymore. I was sick of his 'woe is me' attitude. He says he's been successful, so shouldn't he be happy? I still think he's stupid.
"Unbelievable! You're really stupid!"
"You don't really know anything of my unhappiness, Bella."
"I told you I lost my fiancé. Four years ago, I, too, was engaged to be married, Edward. His name was Jake. He was my best friend and my high school and college sweetheart. He proposed to me on a whim because he just wanted to marry me because he loved me. Jake didn't care about all the hoopla – nothing big, but something quick. We were to marry a month after he proposed, on our eight year anniversary of being together.
"And then four days before our wedding he gets killed head on by a fucking truck! We were so close to being married. Another sad thing is was that we were trying for a baby, too, but we hadn't been able to get pregnant. And when he died and I waited for the day that would determine if the last time we'd been together gave me the chance of having a baby, it didn't come. I was completely heartbroken.
"I was left with no husband, no baby, no nothing! I thought I lost my chance at happiness. And then Emmett comes into my life. You say I'm settling. Okay… I get it. Sometimes I regret not going out and meeting someone new, because it's true… Emmett's the only man I've been with since Jake. But I'm happy, though."
Edward continues to look at me as he pours me another shot and I drink it down. "Look, I'm a therapist, going for my Ph.D. I understand your problem, even if I think you're stupid. You know what your problem is?"
"No… what's my problem?" he asks sarcastically.
"You're a wolf."
"A wolf?"
"Yeah. You're a wolf who bit off his own foot… to get away from your fiancée. All along you've probably had doubts about being with her forever, even when your heart was saying, 'No. You love her. Stay with her.' And you losing your hand was the way to get away from her, to free you from her trap.
"You really should get over you losing her and that Emmett took her way, even for a little while. He sort of did you a favor, not in the right way, I might add, but he did you a favor. If she truly loved you, she would have stuck by you through thick or thin. She wouldn't have left you because you lost your hand. You should go out and find someone new, someone who'll love you for all your perfections and all your flaws. And the loss of a hand is not a flaw. And you should really forgive Emmett."
"Stop it!" Edward finally yells. I could see him fighting himself from not blowing up at me again, but he does it anyway.
"No."
"Why are you trying to help me? You don't even know me. I'm not one of your patients who you can analyze. My brother is an idiot, so I don't even know why you're even with him, even if it's for convenience. He's not worth spending the rest of your life with. It's his fault I lost my hand and lost my fiancée. He took my bride and then dumped her like it was nothing. And because she hurt me twice and then decided to come back to me, I gave up; I didn't want her anymore. But it left me without anyone again.
"Emmett could make you literally lose your head as he made me literally lose my hand."
"I don't believe you. Emmett's not an idiot now, if he was back then. I trust him, I love him. I want to be his bride."
"You'll be a bride without a head!" he yells, leaning over the table to shout in my face.
"You'll still be a wolf without a foot!" I scream back.
A few seconds later, after a heated stare down, Edward kicks the table between us over, the vodka bottle and the glasses flying out of the way and crashing on the ground.
Without the table between us, he's able to walk over to me. And he does. He walks the three feet over to me and pulls me up out of my seat. I'm scared now because I don't know what he's capable of.
And then what shocks me the most is that he pulls me into his chest and passionately kisses me. I let it happen and then I push him back.
"Hold on! Wait a goddamn minute, Edward!" I shout. I'm about to give him a piece of my mind, how he can't just go kissing anyone he likes, especially the woman his brother is engaged to. But I can't. I stare into his forest green eyes and am just entranced by them. I've never been entranced by Emmett's eyes, and they're the same as Edward's. But Edward's eyes… I melt.
Then my eyes linger over his scruffy face, a few days beard growing in. I find it so sexy. And his hair literally is sex hair. I just want to tangle my fingers in it. I can't in Emmett's because it's so short. And his lips are just so kissable, that I just jump into his arms and kiss him… just as passionately as he kissed me thirty seconds ago.
Edward catches me, holding onto my ass as my legs wrap around his waist. I run my fingers through his sex hair and he grunts at me touching him, scratching my nails on his scalp. His hands grip my ass tightly as he walks over to a wall and throws me up against it, his lips capturing mine again, his tongue tangling with mine. He tastes so good and I swear I feel these tingles in me that I've never felt with either Jake or Emmett.
He pulls me away from the wall, my legs still wrapped tightly around his, me grinding my hips with his to get some friction. He somehow gets us upstairs without him losing his grip on me, or even removing his lips from mine.
Next thing I know is that I'm being tossed on a huge bed, feeling Edward's warm body cover mine, and mine and Edward's clothes being flung across the room, lips never being removed from my skin.
A.N.: Sooooooo... what did you think? Were you surprised that an argument could get them so riled up that they're about to jump into bed with one another? Please review!
Yes, this was a slight cockblock, but I promise you that lemons - that's right, LEMONS! - are occurring next chapter. Now, it has no plot; just really HOT sex. Numerous times. If you don't want to read it, totally fine. Everything pics up in Ch 6. But who reads M stories to not read lemons? Oh, it's also in EPOV, so we'll see inside his head from the last argument on until the next morning.
See you all tomorrow with another post! BYE! xoxo
