A/N Stephanie Meyer is the legend that owns the Twilight Saga
To my beautiful beta's Vroni and Jen – love you both hard – you make this good!!
Time for some Sugar Daddy loving – warning some OOC!
D is for Daddy – Sugar Daddy
What the bloody hell have I gotten myself into?
If Alice's IM conversation with her date is anything to go by. .SCREWED!
The_Chief: (20.11pm): I can't wait to see you beautiful. I've been thinking about you all day. Especially when I made an arrest earlier ;)
Sexxonlegz: (20.13pm): Oh yeah? Why's that? Fantasising about arresting me and keeping me prisoner in your bedroom?
The_Chief: (20.15pm): That's exactly what I was thinking baby.
Sexxonlegz: (20.15pm): Is that a promise?
The_Chief: (20.17pm): Oh that's a promise alright. You've been a very bad girl. You have to pay for your bad behaviour. A punishment is in order. A minimum of 12 hours naked in my bed!
Sexxonlegz: (20.19pm): Oh maybe I'll be a bad girl more often.
The_Chief: (20.20pm): Grrrrr, will I get to see your wild side?
Sexxonlegz: (20.22pm): You'll get to see me any way you want.
The_Chief: (20.23pm): Mmmm, baby. You don't know what you do to me.
Sexxonlegz: (20.24pm): No baby, you just wait and see what I can do for you.
The_Chief: (20.25pm): Oh you're a bad, bad girl.
Sexxonlegz: (20.24pm): Baby, you haven't seen just how bad I can be!
To say I was shitting myself about this date was an understatement. Alice's conversation with her lover boy scared me beyond belief. She hadn't even met this guy and was already talking about having crazy sex with him. What is up with that? I hadn't even spoken to my date yet. I'd appeared off-line all week- too scared he'd pop up and talk to me. I realised I was in denial that this date was even happening but it was the only way I could function properly during the week. I found it's far easier living in Bella Land than the real world.
From: Ali
Look B, just go online, say hey and see what happens from there. You don't have to promise him anything. Just introduce yourself. It'll make you feel more comfortable when we turn up at the restaurant. Love you babe xx
Alice's text was right. I was just scared. This was her type of thing, not mine. There was no way I would have a conversation like that with a guy I'd never met; but maybe introducing myself was a good idea. I might feel more 'at home' with him if I at least knew his name and some things about him.
Get some balls Swan...
msbellaswan1: (21.03pm): Hi.
TheSilverFox: (21.03pm): Hello. Pleasure to finally be talking to you; I thought you were avoiding me.
msbellaswan1: (21.05pm): Sorry, didn't mean to give that impression. I've been busy. I'm Bella.
TheSilverFox: (21.06pm): Nice to meet you Bella. I'm Carlisle. (Don't worry, I'm just as weirded out by this as you are)
msbellaswan1: (21.08pm): Hey Carlisle. Glad to know I'm not the only one who's apprehensive.
TheSilverFox: (21.08pm): Oh no, trust me; I'm just as uneasy as you. If not worse! I've never done anything like this before.
msbellaswan1: (21.09pm): Neither have I! I got dragged into it kicking and screaming by my friend Alice.
TheSilverFox: (21.10pm): That makes two of us. I was forced into this by my friend Charlie (The one meeting Alice) and also had a little encouragement from my son.
msbellaswan1: (21.11pm): At least we're on even ground. There's no pressure from me. I think we may just end up being voyeurs into Alice's and Charlie's interesting date.
TheSilverFox: (21.13pm): I've seen the IM's – I'm scared.
msbellaswan1: (21.14pm): Me too. I think Alice has finally met her match Libido wise.
TheSilverFox: (21.14pm): Agreed.
msbellaswan1: (21.15pm): I think the best thing to do is get to know each other a bit better. Surely that'll ease the apprehension...
TheSilverFox: (21.16pm): I think so too. Shall I start?
msbellaswan1: (21.18pm): Yes, please.
TheSilverFox: (21.19pm): Right, well, I'm Carlisle Masen. I have a son named Edward (I adopted him when he was two years old. He is one of the best things in my life) I never dreamed in a million years I would be forced to be on a dating site. Let alone one that's called SugarDaddy dating. (I die a little inside every time I log on) I am a Doctor and absolutely LOVE what I do.
msbellaswan1: (21.21pm): I'm Isabella Swan, but I hate my full name so B or Bella is fine. Like you, I never dreamed I'd be on a dating site, although until today I have refused to use it. I am a tutor of English literature and I LOVE what I do. I am fascinated by language and confess I am a geek.
TheSilverFox: (21.23pm): Likewise – I enjoy the geek-ier side of life. Lol
msbellaswan1: (21.24pm): Maybe this won't be as awkward as I first thought.
TheSilverFox: (21.25pm): The thing that will make the date awkward is the two sex fiends next to us that think dinner involves eating each other.
msbellaswan1: (21.27pm): Oh God, it's going to be horrendous, isn't it?
TheSilverFox: (21.29pm): You betcha!
msbellaswan1: (21.30pm): How long have you been a doctor?
TheSilverFox: (21.31pm): 15 Years. It's what I wanted to do from a very young age.
msbellaswan1: (21.33pm): I think that's so honourable. What about your son... did he take after you?
TheSilverFox: (21.34pm): Oh no, my son is very, very talented but not in the medical profession. He's a musician as well as a business man. A very astute one, may I add.
msbellaswan1: (21.35pm): How old is he?
TheSilverFox: (21.37pm): 25; 26 in a few months.
msbellaswan1: (21.39pm): Oh, so the same age as me.
TheSilverFox: (21.40pm): Yes, you've probably seen him around. He lives in this area. His name's Edward Cullen.
msbellaswan1: (21.41pm): Can't say I recognise the name.
TheSilverFox: (21.43pm): You might get to meet him on Saturday. He owns the restaurant we're going to.
msbellaswan1: (21.43pm): He owns Skyline. Geeesh!
TheSilverFox: (21.45pm): Told you he was smart! If he's not too busy I'll introduce you two.
msbellaswan1: (21.46pm): Gahhh, more people to try and impress!
TheSilverFox: (21.47pm): Oh, there really is no need to stand on ceremony for me or my son.
msbellaswan1: (21.48pm): Still... it's all very daunting.
TheSilverFox: (21.50pm): Well, it's safe to say we aren't putting any pressure on ourselves for this 'date'. To be honest I'm more interested in making friends. I think it'd be good for me to have a life outside of my family and my work.
msbellaswan1: (21.51pm): Good plan; you can never have too many friends.
TheSilverFox: (21.51pm): Especially when our so called friends force internet dating onto us.
msbellaswan1: (21.53pm): Exactly. I think we are going to get along swimmingly! When I saw that you were a doctor on your profile, I thought I was going to feel really inconsequential compared to you. But you've actually settled my nerves about the actual meeting part.
TheSilverFox: (21.54pm): Bella, it is clear you are more than capable of holding your own. Really, please do not feel any pressure to impress me. Without offending you- I would say you should see this as a chance to just spend time with some nice company, and not focus on it being a date.
msbellaswan1: (21.57pm): That certainly has calmed my nerves. Friends... I can do friends.
TheSilverFox: (21.59pm): See, it's not that bad. Bella it's really been a delight to talk to you. Trust me when I say this has some what quelled my nerves. I don't feel that Saturday will be a complete disaster now. I'm ever so sorry to cut this short, but my son will be arriving shortly. Having Charlie poke his nose into my business is more than enough for me. I don't need Edward peering over my shoulder too.
msbellaswan1: (22.00pm): Agreed. Run, before he can ask you any questions! You've certainly removed the sense of dread I attached to Saturday. So thank you. Enjoy your evening with your son.
TheSilverFox: (22.03pm): Speak soon.
Well... that wasn't as horrendous as I thought it would be. He seems like a generally nice guy. I don't think he'll tie me up and bundle me into the back of his car...But you never know... I must remember to dig out my pepper spray. I'm not taking any chances!
I thought the fact he had a son my age would freak me out. But I'm surprisingly ok with it. I wonder if he's hot. That would be entertaining to meet the dad but fancy the son. Talk about awkward!
*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*-*
Alice had picked out my outfit; I was under strict instructions to wear exactly what she'd laid out. If I even attempted to change the outfit slightly I was dead. Alice could be pretty scary when she wanted to be. Even if she was only 5ft.
I couldn't deny it, though – the girl had done good. I actually felt...pretty. I had a beautiful midnight green dress that was silky to the touch. I loved it! It had a plunging neckline that revealed quite an impressive amount of cleavage – even if I say so myself. This wasn't my usual style. Revealing my knees was a big step for me. Alice had gotten me a new bra and according to her my 'rack looked damn hot'.
I must admit they came together superbly. They looked supple and inviting. I don't think they had ever looked this good. Whoever made this bra deserved a medal – and a lot of boob gropes! I felt sophisticated and ... sexy? I guess I did feel sexy. I could do sexy! Alice had warned me this was a very posh restaurant, and the dress was a must. She told me I wouldn't feel so self conscious once I stepped inside and saw everyone was dressed in similar attire. The dress in itself was comfortable; but because of where I was wearing it, I felt awkward like I was revealing too much flesh. The dress hung from my hips in a very sensual way, and you could see my curves clearly. This dress was definitely attention grabbing. The deep green of my dress against my pale skin complexion was alluring. I don't think I've ever looked like this. Maybe I wouldn't just be Alice's shadow; maybe tonight I could stand up front and shine too.
"B, stop trying to pull the dress together, it's meant to show cleavage."
"I know, I know... it's just... I don't do boobs...this is so not me... don't get me wrong, I feel nice Al, I'm just way out of my comfort zone."
"Baby, you look hot, stop worrying."
"Ohhhh, Al I forgot to tell you! I have gossip."
"Now you're talking… spill it."
"Carlisle, my date... his son owns Skyline... annnnd he might be there tonight!"
"No – Freaking – Way!"
"Yes-way."
"B, that's awesome, how old is he?"
"25, nearly 26."
"I'm totally gonna hunt him down and make him mine. If he owns Skyline that means he's rich. Look out Mr. Skyline- Ms Brandon has her sights set on you."
"Good luck, if anyone's going to win Mr. Rich over it'll be you."
It was true, she could have anyone she wanted if she tried hard enough – the only exception had been the Cheerio man in the supermarket. She claimed he was checking me out. I personally think he was just staring at me because I was drunk. Everyone noticed Alice not me!
"Al...?"
"Mhmmm?"
"I'm not good with the whole posh thing... what do I order, what will the guys order?"
"Go for pasta I guess... Except that can get a bit messy... but if you were trying to be sexy, sucking up a strand of pasta could work? But in your case pick a meat dish you recognise, that's the best bet... Charlie seems like a big meat man."
"Right... you do realise what you've just said, don't you?"
Big meat man – Erghhh now I've got images of his knob looking like a giant Salami. Yuccccck!
"Well, I'll let you know how he is in the meat department, once I get the chance to find out."
"You're a whore; you know that, don't you?"
"Oh yesss baby!!"
I really do wonder what it would be like to be Alice for a day. I know they say men think of sex every 7 seconds. But with Al, I think it's permanently on the brain! I'm starting to wonder if she needs to go to the SAA – maybe Sex-Aholics Anonymous could help her?
We were meeting at the restaurant at 8pm. It would take us 20 minutes to drive there but apparently we had to arrive 10 minutes late, as to not seem too keen. I argued with Al that dinner was at 8pm so we should be there at 8pm. However - apparently I knew nothing and should shut up. What I knew for certain was that I was starving and wanted to bloody get there already.
She was still peeved at me that I refused to let their chauffeur pick us up. I wasn't having anyone know where I lived. That just wasn't safe. Evidently my Volvo wasn't cutting the mustard in the style stakes; Alice thought it made us seem average. I reminded her that we were, in fact, average! She made me promise we'd park 5 minutes away, so no one saw us exiting the car. I preached to her that from a safety point of view if we needed to leg it, because they were serial pervs who planned to kidnap us, we'd need the car close by; that way we could make a quick getaway. But the idea of kidnapping was apparently appealing to Alice and all the more fun. I swear she lived in a constant sexual fantasy.
I could tell Alice was excited, she was trying to contain herself but she was acting like a ticking time bomb. The anticipation of shagging a sugar daddy was seemingly way too much. I had to drive barefoot because there was no chance I could drive in the killer heels Alice had given me. I attempted to sexually stroll out to the car, but ended up waddling like a penguin. As soon as I attempted to reverse off the driveway I stalled. The shoes had to go! In these shoes I was a ticking time bomb. There was a 100% chance I would trip over and land face first into someone's linguine. If this disaster should occur I had an escape plan – run – and don't stop until I could board a ferry straight out of Forks.
We parked up 20 meters down the road from the restaurant and for once I think Alice was more nervous than I was. But I had the novelty of only meeting a friend – she had to live up to her sex fiend image she'd created. I told her to count to ten and then we'd go in.
"1, 2, 3,4,5,6..."
"Ohhhh, shit!"
"B what's up?"
"We're actually doing this...we're actually meeting strangers."
"B, I thought you were ok?"
"Well... I'm not...We're going to die... they're going to hold us at knife point and make us leave the building and... I'll never see my mum again... And I'll never read another book again... Oh Al, I don't wanna die!!"
"Isabella Swan, get a grip on yourself!"
"Al, the reality of the situation just dawned on me, and it's just a bit overwhelming. We don't know these men – they could be anyone!"
I felt myself starting to hyperventilate. I got out the car and the cool breeze seemed to slap me in the face like a ton of bricks. I leaned against the bonnet of the car trying to placate my nerves. I was thinking happy, calm thoughts to take myself to a more serene place before I attempted to waddle to the restaurant. I thanked God I'd cleaned my car that day or I'd have a dirty stinking mark on my dress right now – however there was still time for me to spill something down it.
Deep breaths Bella, no-one wants to kill you, it's just a meal, it's just a nice, friendly meal… this is not a big deal!
"Ok, I'm ready."
"Come on B, it's not a big deal. Stay clam and try to enjoy yourself. The restaurant is full of people, so it's not like they can bundle us up without drawing attention. Would it make you feel better if we had a safe word? If you feel like you need to get out of there just say it and we'll leave... Ok?"
"Thanks Al. Yeah, that would make me feel better. What should it be?"
"Hmmm...Schmexy?"
"Be serious Al. I am not saying that out loud."
"Peanuts?"
"Yeah... that's perfect!"
Carlisle had told me during the week that we should say Masen to the maître d' as we walked in.
"Evening Ladies, please... may I take your coats?"
I was instantly impressed and felt safer already. Once I said table for 4 under the name of Masen the maître d' arched his eyebrows. His expression once again sent me straight back into panic mode. My thoughts must have echoed across my face, because he immediately went on to say:
"Oh no Madame, I did not mean to unsettle you. The gentlemen seated at that table are very well known to us here at Skyline. And if I may be so bold as to add, they are both a great catch. So my advice to you would be... 'Go get 'em and give 'em hell."
He finished with a wink. From the pitch of his voice and the way he waggled his eye brows as he spoke of Carlisle and Charlie, there was no doubt in my mind that this maître d' was batting for the other team. My plunging neckline was completely wasted on him. He was more interested in our dates than us!
"Ladies, if you please, would you follow me."
Oh crap, he's leading us to the table... deep breaths!
The maître d' was right to fancy our dates. They were HOT, in an older guy kind of way. Carlisle was stunning to look at, with piercing blue eyes; he looked smooth and relaxed and his face radiated kindness. Charlie was the rugged and robust type. He at least fitted some of Alice's prerequisites He seemed very brooding.
They saw us approaching and immediately stood to greet us.
Ohh real gentlemen! That know how to treat a lady! I could get used to this!
"Bella, it's a pleasure to finally meet you. I am Carlisle."
My date was definitely hotter than Alice's. I could see Carlisle turn to introduce me to Charlie but he was already staring at Alice as she gave him the 'fuck me eyes'. It was clear to see how their night was going to end.
Carlisle cleared his throat, saying "You must be Alice. It's lovely to meet you, I've heard a lot about you."
She turned to look at me, I raised my eyebrows and shrugged – I hadn't said anything. I turned to Charlie and he looked sheepish.
Well what ever Charlie had told Carlisle – it can't have been much more than "she's crazy with a vibrant personality and cannot wait to jump into the sack with me!"
"Hi Bella, I'm Charlie." He finished his introduction with a curt nod. He made me uncomfortable.
There was just something about him that sent warning bells to the forefront of my mind. He didn't look dangerous or anything. He just did absolutely nothing to ease my nerves. He actually made them a hell of a lot worse.
"Good evening. I will be your waiter this evening. My name is Caius. Here are your menus. If you have any questions about the menu or would like to alter a certain dish please feel free to ask and I will be more than obliged to find out for you. The chef's specials today are: Linguini alla Vongole, Matrimonio di Mare, and Cioppino."
Is it just me... or does nobody else understand what he just said? Where are the hamburgers and chips? Oh god I wish I'd eaten a bowl of Cheerio's before I came out tonight! If the whole menu is in Italian I'm going to be starving by the end of the night. Speak English, god dammit! I'm going to look so stupid!
"To accompany any meat or pasta dish may I recommend a glass of Cabernet Sauvignon Alexander Valley? It's a Californian wine from the Silver Oak Cellars in Napa Valley. It is positively delightful; it is a rich, profound wine that beautifully balances concentration with finesse. It has a dark, ruby colour and aromas of blackberry jam, soy sauce, violets and dark chocolate, with hints of cedar and cinnamon."
"Thank you very much; it sounds delicious. May we have 10 minutes to decide?" Carlisle was so polite!
Oh thank God, 10 minutes to attempt to decipher the menu. Spag bol... what's Spag bol in Italian – spaglanese bolognesy? That sounds Italian? I'll look for that.
"Of course Sir."
I could feel eyes watching me as I stared intensely at the menu. I thought if I stared hard enough the words would make sense. I heard a soft chuckle and looked up to see Carlisle watching me.
"You have no clue what the menu says, do you?" He whispered.
Was I really that obvious? I thought I may be able to blend in a little. But he clearly had me sussed already. Oh well… if I didn't want to end up ordering something completely disgusting I may as well own up to the fact I did not understand one word of the menu. The embarrassment was worth it if it meant I got to eat something.
"Not a clue."
"Neither do I, I get the same thing every time I come here. Do you like steak?"
"I love it."
"Steak it is then – do you like garlic?"
"Sure do!"
"Then we're both having Filet Mignon al Casino"
"As long as it has no fish of any kind on it I'll eat it...Thank you... I'm not very good at the whole posh thing."
"Don't worry; I'm not either I just pretend to blend in."
This man really was an angel. He was making me feel so relaxed. I was on the verge of feeling stupid, and then he swooped in and came to my rescue! He really had saved my ass. No doubt I would have ordered snails and thrown up all over them once they were put in front of me.
"Al, what are you having...?"
She was staring at Charlie, with a playful smile on her face. I knew that look- she was up to no good. Her hands were above the table – so what the hell was she doing to this poor man? She hadn't even registered that I'd spoken to her.
"Hello...earth to Alice?"
I cleared my throat and she finally broke the gaze she held with Charlie.
"Oh, sorry B. The Risotto Fantastico sounds lovely." She giggled very cutely and I looked over to Charlie. He was trying very hard to control his facial expression. But his mouth kept morphing into a slight O. He seemed to be holding his breath. What was she doing to him? And how the hell did she find risotto? I didn't see any words that resembled the word risotto.
"What about you Charlie... what are you having?"
"Ermmm...mmmmm...ohhh...mmmm... Cannelloni Fiorentina...yeah...oh, oh yeah, oh yeah....the Cannelloni."
Seriously, this Charlie guy was weird... he was making sex noises over some Cannelloni. I need to ask Al if she was honestly considering shagging this guy!
"I'm going to the ladies room...Al...You coming?"
"Oh...Oh...yeah me too."
Carlisle and Charlie stood as we both left our seats. Well Charlie seemed to half stand; it was almost as if he couldn't get all the way up. He was seriously weird. He seemed to bend slightly at the waist so his lower region was masked by the table, perhaps? Maybe something else was also standing to attention under the table! After I stopped focusing on Charlie's strange behaviour I finally noticed Carlisle and let my gaze wander over his attire. He looked gorgeous. He had on a crisp tailored sky blue shirt that made his piercing blue eyes even more apparent. I really wondered what it would be like to just get lost in those eyes! The first few buttons were left undone; it was very sexy to get just a glimpse of his chest hair. On his bottom half he wore light beige trousers that seemed to fit snugly... I bet his ass looked hot in those. He looked breath taking. He seemed much younger than his 45 years, which actually gave me some comfort because it didn't feel like I was going on a date with my dad!
I had completely bypassed Charlie's outfit. He really didn't interest me in the slightest! In fact he creeped me out beyond belief, and I was going to avoid him at all cost. I hope Alice didn't really like him. I couldn't deal having to permanently pretend to like him.
"B, you coming?"
Oh shit. I'd been staring. Why am I such an idiot?
"Yeah, coming!"
Wandering through the restaurant allowed me to really take in my surroundings. I'd been so focused on keeping my shit together enough to actually get to the table I hadn't even bothered to look around. It really was beautiful in here. It dawned on me that I had never been anywhere as sophisticated as this. The menus didn't even have the prices on it- probably because they were so bloody expensive! My gaze looked across the room to the far wall that had the most beautiful Muriel. It was an intricate vine design, all in gold. It was stunning! The detailing was fantastic. I'd never seen anything like it. The vines covered the whole wall; I followed one single vine with my eyes and it swirled and entwined with other vines until it reached the very edge of the wall and exploded into the most beautiful gold flower. It proves that wall flowers can be beautiful; you've just got to take the time to really look at them. In some ways i hope that applied to me. At first glance I wasn't absolutely stunning like Alice; but the more you get to know me, the better I get. You just have to take the time to follow the vine to the end to see the results!
I continued to let my eyes wander upwards until I came to the ceiling. I noticed that the ceiling was unnaturally high. Even more fascinating was the fact that the ceiling was mainly made of glass. I guess that's how the restaurant got its name. You could see the whole night sky; it looked almost black, the moon was full and illuminated the sky, causing it to glisten. The stars seemed to be scattered perfectly. It was a breathtaking night.
The restaurants décor was classic in appearance. Luxuriant crimson curtains hung down the windows. The windows created the illusion of space; though I don't now why because this place was massive! The tables were placed spaciously giving everyone enough room to feel like they had their own private area. I hate it in restaurants when you feel like the table next to you is practically sitting on top of you, and you can hear every word they say, let alone hear every slurp they make whilst eating.
Everything was very grandiose. I honestly had never seen a place like this. I could feel myself burning it into my memory as I took in the beauty of it all. I'd probably never get the chance to come to a place like this again! The tables were decorated immaculately; the place settings had a gold and crimson theme. The napkins were beautifully folded, and all the cutlery was placed just so. In the centre of the table sat three glass goblets that held small tea lights inside. It gave the illusion that the candles were floating; it really was stunning.
"B, seriously, I've got to pee! Stop gaping and get in here!"
WOW. I thought the main area was beautiful. The bathroom was something else! I had never seen a bathroom like it. It was bigger than my whole house. The colour scheme had transferred into here. With crimson chez lounges with gold detailing lining the walls, while the mirrors lined an entire wall. The mirrors were spectacular. They had to be at least 6ft by 6ft and were surrounded by distressed wood that had been coated in gold leaf. I bet those mirrors cost more than my car. It was magnificent. As I entered the toilet cubicle it felt like I was sitting on the Queen's lavatory.
"Al, it's so beautiful. I feel so lucky to be here. Do you feel like royalty sitting on these seats?
"I know, B, I can't believe it. Yes I feel like Her Royal Majesty"
"Me too... Good day to you, fellow servants... When I have finished occupying this room, you may shine the lavatory until you can see your face reflect, do I make myself clear? I am off to walk the dogs and drink some earl grey. I bid thee farewell!"
I didn't even know I could put on a posh English voice... that was pretty impressive...I knew I was meant for bigger and better things... Queen Bella.... Alice was creasing up in the toilet next to me.
"Oi Your Royal Majesty stop it or I'm gonna fall off the toilet and I cannot pee on my dress!"
"I am ever so sorry for any inconvenience I caused you!"
"Seriously B, the accents cool - the snobby sound of your voice not so much!"
That's true I did sound so up myself! Now to get the dirt on the weirdo she's calling her date!
"Al... what's going on with Charlie, he seems....odd?"
She giggled from the cubicle next to me.
"Spill it Al, what's going on?"
"Well...he's acting, urm- strangely because his attention to the menu and other things is otherwise diverted elsewhere!"
"Mhmmm...Explain."
"I may...um...be...um...pleasuring him under the table with my foot."
"You're doing what?"
Shit. This girl had some guts. I don't know if I could do that. But then again, Alice just throws herself out there. I'm too shy. Maybe if I found the right guy I'd feel more comfortable embracing the more sexual side of life. Until then I'll leave the outlandish behaviour to Al. She certainly makes up for my lack of experience.
"He said the other night that very bad girls get punished. So I'm dying to find out what my punishment would be. So I thought I'd be naughty and slip my shoe off and well... you know... stroke his crotch with my foot....so far he seems to like it."
"You can say that again. That would explain why he couldn't stand up properly... Other areas were already standing to attention... you are wicked you know that, don't you Al? He certainly likes it, you can see him struggling to hide his expressions. His mouth was plastered into a permanent 'O."
"I know, it's fun, isn't it?"
Fun? Fun?... creepy more like!
"Have you and Charlie even said one word to each other?"
"He made a comment about the Cannelloni being delicious, and worth licking the plate clean for, and I implied that perhaps he could put his tongue to better use elsewhere later on; and our conversation has been going down that road ever since."
"You are wrong. So wrong."
"Oh come on B, when am I ever going to get to do this again? I'm making the most of it. He's into role playing and he carries a gun. That's hot! And by the feel of it he has another weapon hidden in his trousers."
She waggled her eyebrows suggestively… in turn I made vomiting sounds!
"You sure about this Al? Are you going to be alright going back to his house tonight?"
"We're not going back to his. We're staying in the penthouse suite of this restaurant. The hotel is next door. How freaking awesome is that?!"
That was freaking –awesome – she was a very lucky lady. But still I'm scared for her. We don't really know these men and she's a lot braver than I would be. To put herself in that position; I could tell that whatever I wanted to say to discourage her would fall on deaf ears. She was on a mission and nothing I would say could stop her.
"Shit Al. That's amazing! Will you promise me one thing though... text me tonight or tomorrow morning so that I know you're ok!"
"I'm a grown woman B... besides, I may be a bit too...tied up to be able to use my phone."
The images she's creating in my head ....yuck....where's the brain bleach?!!
"Alright, alright, have a nice time, and be careful."
"Things going ok between you and Carlisle?"
"More than ok Al, he's honestly lovely and really hot for an old guy too."
"He doesn't look old... go for it B, you could do with letting your hair down. Let's go before our dinner arrives. I hope they ordered while we've been in here - I had no clue how to say my meal to the waiter...It was all in Italian and I could only make out the word risotto."
"At least you could bloody do that, it all looked like gobbledegook to me!"
"That was delicious..."
"Mmmmm.."
"Superb…"
I am so glad that dinner was finally over. Carlisle and I had been fine; the fatal mistake was inviting Alice and Charlie along with us! They spent the whole time licking the food seductively and make 'ohhh' and 'ahhh' noises every time they ate. Don't even get me started on the lip licking. They basically had food sex over the table. Apart from that the meal was beautiful and, although I was apprehensive of what I would find on my plate, it was gorgeous!
Carlisle and I chatted non-stop. His life is fascinating; he had done so much and to be 45 years old and a multi-billionaire! It was outstanding, really. When his wife died he invested their money into creating health clinics in the poorest areas in America. Businesses supported the venture, and from what he made from that he invested wisely and got a massive return. He really was one of the kindest men I had ever met.
I asked him why Edward was adopted and not his biological son. At the time I wondered if I was being too invasive but he was more than willing to share his story with me. In fact, I think this was actually helping him. It seemed to make him relax further. I saw his shoulders visibly soften. He viewed Edward as his biological son because he had been in Edward's life since Edward was 2 years old. His wife died of cancer when Edward was 5. I don't think he had ever gotten over it, nor did I think he ever would. Her name was Esme and she sounded wonderful. What I think Carlisle needed was a companion with no pressure. I was more than willing to fill that role after tonight. I didn't think you could find a nicer man if you tried.
"How was that for you Sir? Is everyone all done? Can I get the dessert menu for you?"
"Actually Bella, Carlisle- if it's alright with you guys Charlie and I have some ...um...plans...and we are going to pass on dessert. That ok...B?"
They were now going to go and enjoy 'dessert' upstairs – I didn't even want to consider what that would involve.
I looked at Carlisle and we both seemed to sigh in relief. I didn't think either of us could take anymore sexual tension circling in the atmosphere around us.
"Honestly Al, it's fine... you and, errr, Charlie have a lovely evening."
Carlisle nodded to Charlie - that was such a bloke thing to do. I don't think I'll ever understand the significance of 'the nod'. Charlie winked back. Yep they were definitely off to shag!
"Is it bad that I'm glad they're gone?"
"To be honest Bella, I don't think I could have taken much more. If they didn't leave... I think we would have had to!"
He relaxed a little as he realised they were finally leaving. He went to run his fingers through his hair…I watched his hand slowly rise up and glide through his hair…in that moment all I wanted to do was touch it! I was feeling some weird emotions tonight. I'm really not sure where my head was at. Maybe it was all the wine? That had got to be my 5th glass?!
"I agree, when Charlie almost pole vaulted over the table to try and lick the sauce that had run down Alice's chin and off, I was about ready to walk out!"
"He's my friend, but I do not condone how he acts, nor do I feel the need to be like him in anyway. That moment was extremely embarrassing. I think we were blushing for him."
That's the other thing I was starting to really like about Carlisle- he was similar to me in many ways. One, being his blush that gave away everything. I suffered from the same thing; it made him an open book, his blush matched with his expressions made him easy to read.
"Dessert? - I could murder some sort of gooey chocolaty mountain."
"Oh, I know exactly the thing! The dessert menu is in English instead of Italian so we won't feel like bloody idiots and will be able to order!"
Carlisle started to scan the room for our waiter. I literally blinked and Caius was right there. That was almost supernatural how quickly he got to our table.
"Are you ready for the dessert menu now Sir?"
"Yes, please."
"Here are the menus, our special for tonight is Salame al Cioccolato – it's a Traditional Northern Italian chocolate dessert with crushed Italian cookies, butter and rum, served with cream. I will give you a few moments to decide."
Thank god, everything was very simply put and everything had a clear English description!
"Ergggh tiramisu, I hate that... coffee is beyond disgusting."
Give me a nice cuppa any day! The smell of coffee alone made me want to gag. I hope he wasn't about to say the tiramisu is delicious – because I would have royally dropped myself in it. Sometimes I could have the worst case of verbal diarrhea! Think before you speak Bella, you stupid idiot.
"I'm more of a tea man myself."
Phew!
"See, I knew I liked you! I'm the same."
"This evening has gone well I think, I've thoroughly enjoyed your company Bella."
"Me too, thank you Carlisle for bringing me to a place like this. I feel spoilt rotten."
"Oh, shhh, it's really no trouble at all."
"I bet the bill will cost a small fortune. I'm not rich but I'm more than willing to pay it off by doing the washing up."
I laughed as I said this. I knew he wouldn't make me pay. He seemed far too much of a gentleman for that; but I felt that I should offer.
"Nonsense - besides - I get family rate, there is some perks to being the boss's father."
"Oh yes, the illusive prodigal son... is he going to make an appearance tonight?"
"He's scheduled to be playing the piano in about 15 minutes, so you may get to see a flash of him.... Have you chosen yet? I think I'm going to have the Ricotta Cheese Cake "
"Oh, that sounds yummy. I'm going to have the Mousse di Cioccolato – that's my big pile of gooey chocolatey-ness I wanted."
"That's my son's favourite, I think you two really would get on like a house on fire."
I was starting to really like the sound of his son; I was hoping I'd get to meet him.
"Well let's hope I get to meet him... So I can tell him how wonderful his father is."
I didn't know what I was feeling for Carlisle. I didn't think I fancied him; I was just really taken with him as a person. He seemed so compassionate, I found myself wanting more of his company. He made me feel content and I hoped that I was doing the same for him. I don't think there was any chance for a relationship to blossom. But I could see a budding friendship growing from this, there was definitely…..something... I just couldn't put my finger on what it was!
"By the sounds of it, you may get a glimpse of him."
As he spoke I heard the air fill with the most mesmerising sounds. They were soulful and jovial. It was heaven to my ears. I followed the beautiful sounds to a man sitting at the piano. He had his back to us. He sat on an elaborate stall; he was dressed impeccably. His suit was a rich black with a crimson lining. The tails lapped over the edge of the stall; I had no idea who he was but he was beyond talented. I hadn't even seen his face yet, but his back was gorgeous. I could imagine his muscles rippling as his fingers glided across the keys. The more I listened the more engrossed I became. I was completely enchanted by this piece of music… and this man.
"Is that him? Is that Edward?" WOW
"Yes, he's amazing, isn't he?"
"You could say that again!"
He had me completely captivated. He continued to play, the atmosphere was buzzing. I could feel the electricity coursing around me. It made me tingle from head to toe. My heart beat seemed to quicken. The music was moving me more than I could say. I felt at a loss for words. I had never been more caught up in a moment than that. I impulsively wanted to go and speak to this man playing the piano. I could feel myself being drawn to him. Whether it was the music or the man calling to me.... I'm not sure.
"It's beautiful Carlisle."
"Do you know this song?"
"No, but I could listen to it forever!"
"It's one of my son's favourites actually, it's Claire De Lune by Debussy...Bella, would you like to dance?"
I knew I probably shouldn't... but, the music was too divine I couldn't say no.
"I would love to."
He rose from his seat gracefully and came to stand by my side. He offered me his hand and I took it hastily. I was elated to be here. This moment seemed so perfect; I couldn't believe I originally didn't want to come. He swept me around and pulled my flush to his body. His hand grasped mine tightly and the other came to settle on my lower back. We slowly started to glide across the floor. He made me feel beautiful.
We moved graciously in a small circle. I felt like a princess. The lights dimmed and the moment seemed all the more intense. The candles that were placed in the goblets cast soft shadows all around the room. I was in awe of the moment. The music changed to a slow melody. I could feel Carlisle's breath against my neck. We turned to look at each other and our eyes instantly locked together. I was lost in them. His eyes had so much depth to them. Our faces drew closer together and I could feel his chest begin to rise and fall at a quickened pace. I realised my breathing mirrored his. Was this really happening? This so wasn't like me! Could I kiss this man? I thought I wanted to...
Our lips became entwined together and it was soft, so soft and it felt wonderful. Both our eyes were closed and we were completely consumed by each other. Our bodies were still pushed together and I felt entirely enveloped by him. His lips crushed mine but with such gentility it was as if he wasn't even touching me. The kiss was feathery light but enough to feel intense at the same time. It was satisfying to feel like this. It had been so long since I'd truly felt lost in a moment. We gradually pulled apart as the music paused and came to look at each other once again and both furiously blushed.
We were both stunned. There was a long silence and I could feel myself starting to fidget. Shit, what had I done? I couldn't explain it; but as I had been kissing him it didn't feel like I was kissing Carlisle. I don't know who I was imagining in that moment but it just wasn't him.
"Bella, that was..."
"I know... it was..."
"Strange!" We both stated at the same time.
"You felt the weirdness too. Oh thank God, it just felt - not -right?"
"It was like kissing a dear friend passionately. It felt wonderful... but... wrong."
"I know exactly what you mean."
"Thank you for tonight Bella; it's really been - enlightening!"
"It's not over yet - we've still got pudding to eat!"
I was going to need pudding, the whirling and the moment of passion – if you could even call it that had made me realise how drunk I was. The room was still spinning. Yet I was sitting completely still. I was going to regret this in the morning when I realised what I'd actually done.
I stayed with Carlisle for the next two hours and we did nothing but talk. I don't think I'd ever spoken so much in my entire life. We went through another bottle of wine and when we were set to leave I attempted to stand up. Big mistake. I was wasted. How embarrassing considering where I was? Highly unsophisticated – the saving grace was Carlisle was just as pissed as I was. He was the owner's Dad – that meant we could get away with anything, right? Well I hope it does because not only did Carlisle grab my waist and escort me out of the building whilst attempting to dance with me – we forgot my coat and had to go back for it. Double the embarrassment!
Once we got outside - again, Carlisle's Chauffeur was waiting for us. I was so cross with myself for getting too drunk to drive home. Carlisle said that his son would drop my car off for me in the morning so that I didn't have to catch a cab down. I had no problem handing over my address. I trusted Carlisle – he made me feel safe. Hopefully when I woke up with probably the worst hangover of my life – my car would be sitting there. I hope his son didn't knock on the door. I am going to look a state in the morning.
We quickly got into the car. It was freezing outside. The wind was really starting to pick up. It was blowing my hair into mad oblivion. I knew I looked like a mess; but I was hoping that Carlisle's wine goggles were saving him from the horrendous site that sat next to him.
We pulled up outside my house. At least I'd remembered to weed the garden last week and take the rubbish to the dump!
"Bella, I had the most wonderful time tonight. I am so glad that we both agreed to come."
"Me too. I had the best time. Thank you for taking me to a place like that."
"How about lunch next week? The lunch menu is fantastic!"
"Oh, I'd love to – message me in the week and we'll pick a day – but I'm off all day on Wednesday."
"Well Wednesday is good for me!"
"Excellent."
"I'll walk you to your front door."
I would be lying if I said we successfully managed to walk to the front door. It involved many stumbles and a bit of crawling. I totally expected the one to be crawling to be me. But it actually wasn't Carlisle was beyond gone and when he tripped he just couldn't get back up. I attempted to help him up and collapsed on the floor next to him in a fit of giggles, which then set Carlisle off. Oh God we were acting like drunken teenagers. I just couldn't get him up! The driver came running to our rescue.
"There you go Miss Swan – Mr. Masen... that's better, isn't it?"
"Much. Thank you Laurent!"
"My pleasure Sir."
I couldn't see Laurent's face, the darkness and my drunkenness made him into a big massive blur. But he had such a sexy voice. It oozed sultriness. He almost sounded French. Just to nail the head in the coffin and confirm my suspicions that I was really drunk- I then went on to ask Carlisle if Laurent liked to eat frogs. I don't know where I get this stuff from but it sure as hell made him laugh. In between snorts I had to explain I asked because I thought he was French... and French people like frogs – right?
"Bella, it was divine and I cannot wait to see you again."
"Back atcha Carlisle."
He leaned in to kiss my cheek. We both knew that the kiss earlier in the night wasn't meant to happen between us. We were friends and chaste kisses on the cheek would more than suffice.
"Night, Bella. Sleep well and take some Tylenol. We are both going to be suffering tomorrow.
"Night Carlisle. Speak in the week."
With that he threw himself into the car. Threw being the operative word. That was going to hurt in the morning. I was sure I'd bruised my knees. That was going to look attractive.
I stumbled up the stairs and headed straight for my bed.
(Beep Beep)
From: Ali
Best fucking sex I've ever had! xx
I really appreciated being woken up, just for a text that said that. At least one of us got some last night. I don't know what happened last night. It seemed perfect, he seemed perfect. However it just wasn't right. The even stranger thing is? We both seemed to get over the kiss miraculously fast and managed to carry on as if nothing happened.
When I think about it I can't regret last night's decision to go on the date. Even with the weird feelings it was easily one of the best dates I had ever been on! On top of that I'd made a friend, a friend I knew I'd grow to cherish. I don't know how to explain what this 'thing' we've started is. Whatever it is - I like it! He felt like home to me! I liked being in his presence but in a completely asexual way.
I need a shower, I've still got half a can of hairspray in my hair and by the feel of it – birds had come and nested in it during the night. I was meeting Alice at 1pm; I'd need at least 3hours in the shower to attempt to control this wild mess and sober up. I swear I was still drunk! I wasn't sure if I was dreading it or excited about meeting Alice – I knew she had a lot to tell me. I just wondered if I was really ready to hear it!
I walked into the bathroom and started to take off my pajamas. Well I thought they were my pajamas until I looked down and realised I still had my dress on. Shit! Was I really that drunk last night? I looked in the mirror. My hair was beyond describing. What looked even worse was my face – my mascara was all over my forehead – how the hell did I manage to spread it up there?
Note to self: Stop being a drunk and remember to take make up off. I officially was a tramp!
The three hours I had to get ready suddenly didn't seem long enough.
"Actchooooooo." Ergh don't tell me I'm getting a cold. After meeting Alice I needed to hit the store anyway; I'll grab some cold and flu tabs while I was there, and the most important grocery – Cheerio's. Oh maybe I'll bump into the dreamy cheerio mystery man again – but on the other hand maybe that might not be a good plan. I looked like shit; I was starting to feel like shit... Oh shit! Could I even get to Alice's ...was my car back yet?
I ran to my bedroom window and head butted the glass. Too fast! I was a little over enthusiastic and I hope that didn't leave a bump! As I was pulling away from the window and rubbing my forehead I saw what I assumed was Carlisle's son jump out of the car. I couldn't see his face; he had reversed the car onto the drive. So I could only see his back but even in a green t-shirt and jeans he was hot. His ass looked good too!
"Actchoooooo" Oh shit. Duck! Just as I sneezed he'd turn round to look up. I don't think he saw me. It would be criminal to be seen in this state. Bird nest hair, panda eyes and in my underwear. That would have made him run screaming from the driveway. I slowly peered up over the window ledge and he was walking towards the car that had come to pick him up. Just as he opened the door he sneezed. Maybe he was getting sick too?
I'll have to ask Carlisle if he's ok.
Focus – Shower, Breakfast, Alice!
(Bing)
Oh I got an IM!
TheSilverFox: (09.45am): How's the head?
msbellaswan1: (09.45am): Pounding. Yours?
TheSilverFox: (09.46am): Killing me!
msbellaswan1: (09.47am): I've got to meet Alice – feel sorry for me!
TheSilverFox: (09.47am): Ouch. I wish you luck – I've only heard snippets but be prepared!
msbellaswan1: (09.48am): That bad?
TheSilverFox: (09.48am): Worse! Did you car get back ok?
msbellaswan1: (09.49am): Your son just dropped it off. Is he ok?
TheSilverFox: (09.50am): Seemed it this morning- a little moody about having to be my guinea pig, and suffering with a bit of a cold!
msbellaswan1: (09.50am): Say thank you to him. And apologise if I was an embarrassment in his restaurant.
TheSilverFox: (09.51am): He left after he finished playing so our secret's safe. Bella – question – got any clue why I have bruised knees?
msbellaswan1: (09.52am): Oh, I have bruised knees too. If I remember rightly you walking me to my front door involved crawling to the front door.
TheSilverFox: (09.53am): Oh!
msbellaswan1: (09.53am): Exactly!
TheSilverFox: (09.54am): Oh gotta go – Edward's back! Talk soon xx
I hope I hadn't got him in trouble with Edward. So the guy with outstanding talent and a hot ass was in fact a moody shit! Brilliant! Well, he was off my date list. I couldn't be dealing with moody!
Shit 10am – get in the bloody shower Bella, the last thing you need is Alice on your ass!
"Actchoooooo."
"Oh FuckShitFuckShitFuckityFuck"
That was gonna hurt later- stupid damn toe! I was hopping around holding onto my toe. Stupid bathtub getting in my way. I clearly need a sign on my head today; 'I AM A WALKING DISASTER – STAY BACK!' I am never drinking again!
A/N up next – APOV and her hot sex with the police chief – and a little rendezvous with some other lovers – but you'll just have to wait for chapter 5 to find out!
Thank you to all who have alerted, fav'd, reviewed and rec'd you make it all worth while, and I love each and every one of you!
Now press that little button and tell me what you think!
Oh one final thing. This story will have a HEA – but if you are choosing to online date – please be careful and realise not everyone has the best intentions. Keep yourself safe and always let someone know where you are and who you're with!
Demi xoxo