So sorry about the long wait for this update!

*i own an edward cullen cut out (haha, thanks meghan. ) but not twilight!*

Chapter Four

On to Off

EPOV

What the fuck did you do, Edward?

Oh nothing.

You just fucked your brand new boss's seventeen year old daughter.

Before you even started officially working.

And she has a boyfriend.

Then you sent a picture of her to fucking James, who always wanted what you have.

But I don't really have Bella, do I? She had a boyfriend and she was just the first of the many women I planned to fuck.

Right, Edward?

Right.

She's still sleeping so I search for my Blackberry. It was on my pillow when I fell asleep but… ah, here it is. Warm from being halfway under Bella's arm and the light is blinking. Fuck. Sometimes my picture messages don't go through and I was hoping maybe I was lucky and this was one of the times but of fucking course, this time it did.

I unlock my phone – yeah, I keep it password protected, I don't need people snooping in my shit like I'd snoop in theirs – and my phone is telling me I have a missed call from James along with a text message. He didn't leave a voicemail so I go for the text message.

James: What a hot piece of ass, you should share. Or just pass her along to me…

I feel an irrational surge of jealousy and almost throw my phone but the fucking thing was expensive and new so I'd have to pay full price for a new one and I'm not stupid enough for that shit. Instead, I respond to him.

Edward: She's mine. Find your own, dickhead.

It was probably a stupid thing to say because James and I have always competed against each other in all things: grades, how much trouble we could get into, how many girls we could fuck, who could drink more, who had better weed.

But his favorite was when there was one girl we both wanted. I usually won 'cause I'm Edward fucking Cullen but on a rare occasion, the chick picked him. Fucking Victoria, she was probably riddled with diseases but man, if her body wasn't fucking stacked.

I make an annoyed noise without even realizing it and drop my phone on the pillow.

Bella starts stirring, I'm so lost in my mind that I almost forgot she was in bed with me and still naked under the covers. Forget James, I decide. I'm gonna see if the little girl next to me is up for some games. I watch as her eyes blink open and I can tell she probably wasn't ready to wake up.

"Hi," she whispers sleepily. She rubs her eyes then stretches in the most fabulous way. The blankets shift and there her tits are, in all their perfect, teenaged glory.

"Hello, my two new best friends," I say with a smirk, leaning over and kissing each of her nipples. My smirk turns into a grin when they immediately harden. It's like they're asking for more and just as I'm about to give them what they want, Bella is pushing my head away. I think she might want me to go down on her so I start kissing down her stomach, pushing the blankets away.

"Ew, stop!" Bella all but shrieks, making me sit up. I'm a little annoyed because my cock is already hard and it's her fault.

"Stop? Baby, you were pushing me down," I inform her. I cover her pussy with my hand for emphasis, "Down here."

I slide my pointer finger along her slit to find her already – or still – wet. And ew, stop? What the fuck was wrong with this girl?

Bella seems to have lost her train of thoughts because when my finger circles her clit, her face flushes and she lets out the sexiest moan that I've ever heard. But she quickly recoops and grabs my wrist, effectively stopping my fun.

"I'm… sore," Bella blushes bright red and I laugh. She tries to smack me but I dodge her but she put so much force into it, she ends up on top of me.

"My cock is pretty big but I know a way to make your pussy feel better," I say seriously and push her onto her back. Her knees are bent but closed and when I try to part them, she resists me for a second but gives in.

"What are you gonna do?" Bella asks with wide eyes.

"I'm going down on you," I smirk at the shocked expression on her face. Has no one done this before? I couldn't wait to taste her, to have her wetness all over my face.

"You're…. really? Mike says that it's really gross and really you don't have to do anything gross, we can just… mess around?" Bella asks meekly and I find myself getting annoyed at this douche bag Mike. He apparently has a small dick, can't make this girl cum and has told her eating her out would be gross?

"Fucking high school boys," I mumble under my breath but the furrowing of Bella's eyebrows tells me she hears me. I shrug at her because it's true – high school boys don't know anything.

I spread her legs further apart, giving myself better access. I gently kiss and nip at her inner thighs and I can see them trembling. I can smell her and she smells so sweet. Chocolate and strawberries. When she's relaxed a little more, I run my finger up and down her slit, feeling her wetness.

Bella's whimper is all I need to hear to know it's okay to continue and I repeat the motion, this time with my tongue. When I reach her clit, I circle my tongue around it before taking it into my mouth and sucking.

"Oh my God," Bella says, covering her face with her hands. I grin to myself and continue, slowly easing one then two fingers into her and pumping them as I go on playing with her clit and making her make noises that I'm positive no other boy has made her make.

I curl my fingers as I move them in and out of her, trying to find that spot again that I know will make her cum. Seconds later, I've found it and she's crying out and her taunt thighs are squeezing my head.

I let her ride out her high before removing my fingers. Bella lets her knees fall apart and I slide up her body, grinning at her.

She's panting slightly. I'm hard and ready to fuck her again but she said she was sore.

"Still sore?"

"Um, no…" Bella's face flushes even deeper, "you definitely made the soreness go away."

I smirk but I know I haven't – I've just distracted her. I could be… should be a gentleman and not try to get my dick wet again but it's hard and she's here and her legs are spread and I can still see the wetness glistening between her thighs.

Without another word, I line my dick up with her entrance and sink into the new Heaven I have found, Bella's pussy. I grunt as she cries out softly.

I try to kiss her, another distraction tactic but she turns her face, effectively dodging my lips. They end up on her jaw instead and I kiss, lick and nip my way along her jaw line then down her neck.

I know I'm marking her – more than I already have - but I can't make myself care. I pump my hips slowly and I can tell when Bella is more comfortable because she wraps her legs around me again.

"Fuck, you feel so good," I murmur against her neck. It's true. She's hot and tight and smells amazing. Plus, she's an amazing kisser. I go to kiss her but she turns her face again so I stop fucking her. She won't look at me so I take her chin and turn her face toward me. "Hey."

"Why'd you stop?" Bella asks, squirming and moving her hips against me. God, I don't know how I'm ever going to live here and not fuck her twenty-four, seven.

"Why the fuck do you keep turning away?" I ask, a little harsher than I intended and she flinches. My phone beeps but I ignore it. Fuck James.

"I… you… were down there and it would be weird?"

I roll my eyes and keep hold of her chin so she can't turn away and kiss her full, puffy lips. She resists for a second but gives in, whimpering into my mouth. This is more like it.

I start moving my hips against her again, harder and faster than before. Bella's eyes are closed and I break the kiss to catch some air, panting softly. As much as I wanted to kiss her, I like hearing the noises she makes. They're sounds I've heard from many women before but somehow, they sound so much sexier coming from her.

"Not weird, right?" I ask as I trail opened mouthed kisses along the swell of her breasts.

"No," Bella moans, her hips meeting every thrust.

"You taste so good, Isabella… fuck, you're tight…"

"Ungh, Eddie… more," Bella whimpers.

My hands are traveling down her sides to her hips to her thighs and before I even realize what I'm doing, I have Bella's legs over my shoulders. She doesn't seem to mind though and is digging her nails into my back.

"Oh, oh, oh my God!" Bella cries out after I work my hand between us and start circling my pointer finger around her clit. She wanted more and I'm definitely giving her more.

"Come on, Bella… you're so fucking tight, I wanna feel you cum around me. Can you cum for me, Isabella?" I coax gently, applying more pressure. I know I'm not going to last much longer and I figure I should be nice enough to get her to cum, too.

"Edward… oh, so close," she cries out. I feel her muscles contract around my dick and Bella makes a lot of incoherent noises. Finally. I thrust five more times – I count – before I follow her over the edge and realize I'm making some pretty incoherent noises myself.

"Oh," Bella sighs as I pull out and let her legs slide down my arms. I move from on top of her and flop on my back.

"Fuck," I pant softly. My phone beeps again and I grope around until I find it half under one of the pillows.

James: You own her, huh?

I roll my eyes, deleting the text message before going to the next one.

James: I think this would be worth the plane ticket…

Grunting softly, I toss my phone onto the floor. I ignore Isabella as she pulls the sheet over herself, covering herself.

Fuck me, I shouldn't have sent him those pictures. Now I was gonna have to watch the kids and watch out for Bella. Knowing James, he'll find someway to get here and lurk around. The minute I'm not looking, he'll make a play for Bella.

Isabella. Bella. Isabella. Bella. Isabella Swan. Bella Swan. Beautiful Swan.

She did have a lovely neck… which was now marked with evidence of our adventures.

"What's wrong?"

"Nothing's wrong."

Nothing except I sent a picture of you naked and sleeping to my best Canadian buddy and now he wants to try to fuck you.

With her huge Bambi eyes squinted and her button nose scrunched up, Isabella scoots to the edge of the bed, trying to drag my sheet with her to wrap around herself.

Smirking, I tug on it playfully and soon, we're playing tug of war with this sheet and she's giggling and her perfect perky tits bounce a little as she yanks it back.

We play for a little bit and I let her think she's winning before using my strength and pull the blanket. I'm pretty positive I've won but she has quite the grip and comes colliding against my chest. I wasn't expecting that so I end up on my back with her on top of me and the sheet between us.

"Hi," Isabella giggles, breathless from the tug of war battle and her bout of the giggles.

"Hey," I say. I grin and tuck her long hair behind her ear and she's staring right into my eyes and we're having a fucking moment or something.

We stay like this for a few minutes, just staring at each other until a phone rings and the moment is over. She jumps, startled and almost ends up kneeing me in my junk.

"Whoa, watch it," I say, eyeing her. I watch as her cheeks flush and she carefully moves off me and the bed, finding her skirt on the floor. I watch as her face turns even brighter red and she presses a button to answer the phone.

"Hi Mike," she says in a weird voice and I roll my eyes.

The douche bag boyfriend with the small dick and no skills in the oral sex department.

"What am I doing? Nothing, just… um, watching television?"

She's fucking horrible at lying.

"What am I watching? Oh, a movie…"

Thanks, Isabella, for repeating every question he asks and making it even more obvious that you're lying.

"Can you come over? I don't think that's a good idea," she says, laughing nervously.

Holy shit, she's making it so obvious that something's going on. I rub my eyes with my palms and shake my head. Christ.

"Weird? I'm not acting weird!"

Bella stares at me, her eyes widening further.

"No, Mike, I am not getting robbed!"

I can't help but laugh because I'd probably fucking think that too if my girl started acting like she is.

"Uh, that was Philip and Lily's new nanny. We're… watching the movie together. Renee told him no friends over, right, Edward?" Bella looks at me, making a gesture with her hands as if to say 'come on.'

"Right, Isabella," I say loud enough for him to hear.

"I know, right? Edward's such an old man name," Isabella giggles and its fake and annoying and I can tell she's gotten back to her California self so I scoff and get out of bed, grabbing a pair of basketball shorts from my dresser. I pulled them on, pointedly ignoring her and leaving the room.

Fuck this shit.

My sneakers are in the basement so I run down the three flights of stairs to get them and put them on. I'm tired but I get an adrenaline rush so I decide to go for a run and practically barrel out the front door.

Running usually helps me sort shit out in my head but by the time I've run at least three miles, I'm still stumped about this.

I shouldn't have fucked her.

She has a boyfriend.

She's seventeen.

She's my boss's daughter.

I have to live with her.

James is gonna try to fuck her.

She has a boyfriend. She's seventeen. She's my boss's daughter. I have to live with her. James is gonna try to fuck her.

James is gonna try to fuck her.

I have to live with her.

She's my boss's daughter.

She's seventeen.

She has a boyfriend.

Boyfriend, seventeen, boss's daughter, live with her, James.

No matter how many times I try to process these thoughts, other things try to override them.

She has a beautiful blush.

She has a perfect body.

I was the first person to go down on her.

She was amazing in bed.

Fuck.

I get lost twice on the way back to the house, my thoughts are so clouded. When I finally make it there, I'm gross and sweaty. I walk into the house and kick my shoes off; I figure I'll put them away later.

When I go upstairs to the third floor and Bella's door is closed. I stand outside of it for a minute before going into my room and to the bathroom. I quickly shower then get dressed, pulling on a different pair of basketball shorts and a white t-shirt. My mind is still racing.

Once I'm dressed and my hair is as dry as it's gonna get without the help of a blow dryer and I don't do that shit, I go and knock on Bella's door. There's no answer and I scowl, wondering where she is.

My legs are tired but fuck it, I go back downstairs to the main floor and look around and she's not there.

I finally find her in the home theatre, sitting in the dark with a pair of black shorts and a light yellow shirt on. I almost make some comment about her being dressed like a bee and maybe that's what I'll call her but when I turn the lights on, her eyes are red and she's obviously been crying.

My heart fucking sinks. Literally. I feel it in my stomach.

She thinks it was a mistake.

She regrets it.

I fucked up far more than I thought I did.

I sit down next to her and sigh loudly. She opens her mouth to speak but closes it instead of saying anything.

Silence.

"I'm sorry."

"I'm breaking up with Mike."

We speak at the same time then stare at each other.

"No," I tell her, shaking my head. But then I'd have her all to myself. I keep shaking my head, trying to get the thought out of it.

"Yes… why are you sorry? Do you regret it?" Bella asks timidly.

I take a deep breath. She's seventeen, she has a boyfriend, you work for her mother, you asshole.

There's no possibility here.

I want to tell her that I don't regret it, that it was awesome and I'd like to fuck her every day in every way but I'm gonna take the coward's way out because that's what I usually do.

"Yeah, I do. I don't know what I was thinking."

I stare at her, waiting for her reaction when she does the last thing I expect. She fucking slaps me across the face.

"Whoa, what the fuck!" I shout, jumping up.

"You're an asshole," Bella shrieks and there are tears streaming down her bright red cheeks.

"I am an asshole," I confirm because she's right, I've been calling myself one for the past hour.

"I can't believe… ugh, I can't believe I had sex with you!"

I can't believe you did either. It was amazing though, wasn't it? I don't fucking regret it. You're the most amazing person I've ever been with. Come on, let me wipe those tears away then we can go shower together.

"I can't believe you did either, I thought it was going to take a lot more work than it did," I say, just to add salt to the wound.

"Oh. My. God. Are you suggesting I'm like… a slut? I told you stuff I've never told anyone! I let you… oh, God."

You did. You opened up to me; you made me want to open up to you. But you're illegal.

"Shit, calm down. Let's forget it happened and get on with our lives."

Let's do it again and again and again.

"I'll… ugh! I'm going to have friends over. And you're not going to tell my mom… because if you do, I'll tell her," Bella threatens and I feel my face flush. I watch as she stands and storms out of the room.

I was fucked either way.

Either way, Bella had me by the balls and at her mercy.

Way to fuck yourself over, Eddie.

How long will Bella hold this over Edward's head? Or will he give in and admit he didn't regret it? And will James actually make his way down from Canada?

Have you ever claimed to regret hooking up with someone when it was really the most amazing thing that's ever happened?