His hand on mine feels like nothing I've ever felt before. Like the tingly feeling you get when you hand falls asleep? Add in the fact that it feels like I'm sticking my hand near a fire, and it's almost too much to handle. Then he brings his lips to my hand, and the dull tingling and warmth intensifies. There's something about this man, and the way he looks at me makes me feel so vulnerable… but in the most amazing way.
I tug my hand after awhile, not wanting Jacob to start any trouble.
"It was a pleasure meeting you, Bella." he says
"Likewise, Edward." I say, feeling the slight burning of my blush on my face. He turns, with a smile on his face, and walks away, and as much as I want to stand at the doorway and watch him leave, I know Jacob is right behind me, as I can hear his annoying mouth breathing, so I shut the door and turn to him. He smirks at me, and grabs my arm, pulling me to him close and grinding his embarrassingly sized erection into my stomach.
"You messed up a little bit tonight, but I'm willing to look past that and give you what I know you want…"
I fight the urge to roll my eyes. Jacob doesn't know how to please me in that department. His idea of 'giving me what I want' is writhing on top of me while making disgusting noises, and filling me a mere seconds after starting… it wasn't good at all.
"Ok. Let me just clean up down here, and I'll be right up." I say, and he smirks again and nods, and then slaps my ass hard before making his way up the stairs. As soon as he is out of sight, I rub my backside and let out a hiss and then get to work cleaning up the mess from this evening. As I toss out the beer bottles, and pour out the uneaten chips in the trash, I think of Edward. He was amazingly handsome with his sharp chiseled jaw bone, his piercing green eyes, and his mop of penny colored hair. His wife is very lucky.
I make my way up the stairs after I finish, and silently pray that he's fallen asleep. However, when I reach the doorway to our bedroom, I see him laying sideways on the bed, head held up by his hand and leg bent with his foot resting on the bed. All of this occurs while he is wearing the tiniest, red 'banana hammock'. It's disturbing really, but I guess he thinks this is sexy…
"Mmmm baby. Like what you see?" he says, and does a pelvic thrust that almost makes the snack I had earlier come back up. I nod my head though, not wanting to piss him off.
"Come over here and get it, then." he says, and I walk over to the edge of the bed, dropping my clothes as I stand in front of him until I'm in nothing but my panties and bra. He moves up on the bed onto his knees, and shimmies close to me, pulling my head down to his and kissing me. A slobbery, repulsive kiss that always reminds me of that huge dog… What was his name? Beethoven.
"Ugh, enough of this foreplay, I need you now, baby." he says, and unhooks the clasp at the front of my bra, grabbing me by the waist and flinging me onto the bed. My panties are off in and instant and he's plunging all 4 inches into me before I even realize its happening. I do my part, fake moaning as he grunts and sweats all over me before I feel his spill into me a couple of seconds later. He rolls off of me, and lies next to me.
"That was so good, baby." he says, and I nod, not wanting to speak in fear of my voice cracking up with laughter at this whole situation. His hand moves from the bed, to my stomach and he rubs small circles on it. "Maybe this will be our month, baby." he says, and I nod again. He's wanted to have a baby for a while now, but what he doesn't know is that I've been on the pill. I refuse to have his child.
"Goodnight, Bella." he says, pulling me to him and burying his face into my hair.
"Goodnight." I whisper as his snores fill the room. Trapped in his arms, I close my eyes and search for sleep that usually takes forever to come to me, but I'm asleep almost instantly.
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The next morning, the buzzing of my alarm clock wakes me up, and I quickly shut it off before it wakes him up. 5:30 am glows in red on the alarm clock, and I shuffle out of bed, leaving Jake sleeping, and walk into the bathroom. I go through my daily routine, taking a shower, washing my hair, shaving away any visible hairs on my body, and lathering myself up with lotion. I do my hair, leaving it in long waves down my back, just how Jake likes it, and pull out a halter style dress and matching heels. Jacob loves me looking perfect at all times.
I climb down the stairs and down into the kitchen, staring the coffee and Jake's breakfast, before walking outside and taking the trash to the curb. God forbid Jake have to do anything around this house. By the time I place the waffles and bacon and eggs on the table, Jacob comes down the stairs, and takes his seat at the table.
"Good morning, Jake." I say as I bring the pitcher of fresh squeezed orange juice to the table, and he responds with an 'Hmph' sound, and begins to devour his breakfast. I settle into the chair next to him with my half of grapefruit and my spoon.
"Bella, I need my suitcase packed today. Remember I have that conference next week." he says as he wipes his mouth and lifts his orange juice glass to his lips.
"Ok, I'll do that today." I say, even though the damn bag has been packed for weeks. I'm anxious to have him out of the house. A whole 3 days I'll have to myself which I will spend sleeping in, eating bacon and reading my books whenever the hell I feel like it. I couldn't wait. The conference was in Florida, and I knew Emmett and Carlisle were going. I wonder if Edward was going as well.
He gets up then from the table, and I get up with him, rushing in front of him to grab his briefcase from the couch and handing it to him. He takes it from my hand, and walks out the door without so much as a thank you. I'm used to it though. As soon as I hear his car pulling out of the driveway, and I see his car disappear around the corner, I run up the stairs and into my bedroom, tugging my dress off and kicking the heels off and placing them by the bed. I walk into the closet, picking out a comfy pair of sweat pants, and a plain t-shirt and pulling them on with a pair of sneakers. I run back downstairs, and get to washing up from breakfast, putting all the plates and things away.
After it's finished, I realize I have nothing to do. Everything is clean, laundry is caught up, and Jake's suitcase is packed, so I hop in my car and drive to the supermarket. I park my car near the end, and begin the walk to the library. The sky is clear and blue, so not the norm for Seattle, and it would be a shame to stay locked in doors and not take advantage of this weather.
"Hi Karen, How are you?" I say when I walk in through the sliding glass doors to the library. Karen is a 40-something year old, divorced mom of two. I've known her since I started coming to this library, and she's become a great friend. She knows about my situation at home, and thanks to her, I have a nice little stash of cash hidden in the house. Jake gives me money for the groceries, and I come to Karen and she gives me coupons to use so I save money. I have a decent amount saved, but if I want to leave him someday, it needs to grow a bit more.
"Morning, Bella. Once I saw how nice it was outside, I knew you'd be coming." she says with a smile, which I give back.
"I'm just going to be in the back, ok?" I tell her, and she nods, and turns back to her computer. I make my way through the rows of books, till I reach the back one. I pull out one of the poetry books I have stashed there, and curl up on the couch near the window. No one ever comes back here, so it's a nice place to go just to have a little quiet and get lost in a book.
I'm lost in the poetry of Langston Hughes, when suddenly I hear the squeak of leather as someone takes a seat at the chair next to the sofa. Expecting Karen, I brush the hair out of my face, and hold my spot in the book, and look up.
But when my eyes land on the person who has taken a seat next to me, I begin to panic because I know that at this moment, I'm completely fucked…
