K- ok, I love this chapter so much, then again.. I love all the story :P. Ok so B- and I finally know more or less how the story is going to play out. HOWEVER, we still haven't decided who Bella will end up with. So, give them both a chance! It really can go either way!!
We would both like to thank our Beta: mydrugisedwardcullen for her amazingly fast responses.
DISCLAIMER: WE DO NOT OWN ANY TWILIGHT RELATED CHARACTERS.
Bella POV
The harsh early morning light peered through the thin window curtains, interrupting my sleep-induced coma. I groaned in protest as the blinding sunlight seemed to increase the growing ache that dulled the back of my head. I groaned once more, my arm automatically searching for the alarm clock on my bed stand; however, my hand hit something hard.
Ow!
I peered through the sleepiness and came to the realization that I had no fucking idea where I was.
--See? This is what you get when you drink too much.
Shove it.
--Wait - did last night really happen or we're we dreaming again?
Last night?
--*sighs* Masen… guitar… great fucking sex?
As my mind seemed to be piecing together last night's events, flashes of certain images plagued my mind and I smiled involuntary.
Alice and Emmett in my apartment, Masen picking me up, the dinner, him kissing me, me fucking him, him fucking me.
Oh dear God, his kisses… his caresses… the way he expertly moved above me.
I let my mind remember the way his hands warmed me in the crisp, cold night air, how his warm, lush lips felt on my neck, and the way his skin felt flushed underneath my fingers.
I felt a movement beside me, and before I knew it, Masen scooted up behind me; he extended his arm, circled it around my waist and pulled me back towards his warm, naked chest. Once my body was settled tightly next to his, he then moved his hand to cup my breast lovingly, leaving it there. His tender touches took me slightly by surprise; even so, I instantly relaxed against his form, resting my head against the pillow.
The bed was so invitingly warm and it felt so good to wake up next to someone for a change that I did not dare move. However, the fucking horrendous sunshine would not let me go back to sleep. Defeated, I disentangled myself from the gorgeous naked sleeping man and stood up.
Standing up proved to be more of a challenge than I expected, due to the slight hangover the more-than-my-rent wine we had drank last night caused. Curiosity peaked and I looked around the room; last night's activities had kept me occupied, and there hadn't been a chance to snoop around Masen's place.
--*whistles* Nice…
I stood there, admiring his lush furniture, his grand artwork, and his… alarm clock?
Holy shit! Is that the time?
--If you saw 7:30 AM, then, yep.
Fuck… fuck! I'm going to be late for work!
I suddenly remembered the fact that it was a weekday and that I was expected at work at 9:10AM at the latest - thanks to my fashionably late arrival yesterday. Almost instantly, my post-sex morning buzz was instantly killed, and a sudden panic to get dressed and ready for work set in.
--Well, it's not like the boss won't know why you were late this time.
Just shut-the-fuck-up!
Groaning out of frustration, I started collecting various garments from the floor; my dress was draped haphazardly on top of a lampshade.
How did my dress get all the way over there?
The reality of having slept with my boss was finally settling in, and I found myself blushing at the thought of Masen waking up and finding me naked in his room.
--Oh, please, Bella! Like he didn't get enough of a show last night.
Of course, he did! But… that was last night.
As soon as I grabbed my dress from the lampshade, I swiftly headed for the bathroom. I dressed quickly, washing my face and rinsing my mouth out as quietly as I could. I didn't dare put my shoes on - my escape would be more silent that way. However, all plans of getting to my apartment without the awkward goodbye were instantly thwarted when I realized my panties were still somewhere in his bedroom. Cursing inwardly, I stepped out of the master bathroom, only to find Masen seated against the headboard of his bed, brushing a hand over his face.
--Mmm, sex hair.
Hey! Let's not get distracted here. Mission - find the underwear and leave!
--Okay, okay.
"Good morning," Masen's deep foreign accent greeted me.
"I… uhmm…. yeah… good morning!" I tried to say nonchalantly; however, for once I was not successful and I now seemed to be speechless. I could feel the blood rise to my cheeks. God, I hope he didn't notice.
"How are you feeling this morning?" he asked, scooting down to the edge of the bed, not making eye contact with me.
Great, I knew it. I'm hideous sober.
"Great!" I said, sounding a little too chipper.
Masen got up from the bed still completely naked, and walked towards me without any embarrassment; he walked with such ease you would never assume that he was nude.
Damn, I wish I had his confidence.
--Well, if you'd look like that naked, I'd have all the confidence in the freakin' world.
"The coffee pot probably just finished brewing. Would you mind getting me a cup? Thanks, love," he asked, passing me by without even waiting for an answer.
I merely nodded taken aback by his sudden change of demeanor. Not wanting to dwell too much on it, I scanned the room and after a few seconds I finally located the missing panties. Taking my underwear and stuffing them in my purse I promptly left the bedroom.
Walking inside the kitchen, I was greeted by the wonderful smell of freshly brewed coffee. I looked blindly inside the cabinets for a cup, and once I found one - as well as some milk and sugar - I made myself a cup and took a long – and much needed - sip of the heavenly caffeinated brew.
Thank God for caffeine.
I had every intention of making Masen a cup as he had asked, but then realized that I had no idea how he liked his coffee.
Great, I know how he looks naked and how he likes to be fucked, but I have no fucking idea how he likes his coffee.
--Well…
Do not even think about saying something right now.
--Geez, you would think after getting some you would be in a better mood.
Shut it!
--You can always just ask him…
Like I'm his fucking secretary? … 'Oh, Mr. Masen, so sorry, sir, I forgot to ask… how do you like your coffee?'
--Okay, okay… point taken.
I sighed, knowing full well the mess I had gotten myself into. I was thinking of leaving without a goodbye when I heard footsteps on the hallway. I turned around to see Masen - his bed head sticking up at odd ends - walking into the kitchen, a towel dangerously draped low on his hips. I fought back the urge to lick my lips as I imagined myself licking his delectable hipbones.
"We better hurry, or we'll be late for work," he said taking my cup nonchalantly and sipping from it.
Is he kicking me out?
--It seems like it…
Anger suddenly blazed through me. I felt stupid for expecting things to be different; after all what else could I expect from sleeping with my boss, and on the first date, nonetheless!
"Right," I said, trying to contain my anger. "I guess I'll see you at work."
Picking up my shoes, I prepared to stomp out the kitchen when Masen caught my arm.
"Where are you going, Bella?" he asked, pure amusement heard in his tone.
His actions only made my anger escalade. "Home, of course, I don't want to be late," I said defensively.
Masen raised an eyebrow looking at my defiant stand; he smiled his crooked smile and leaned closer.
"You'll definitively be late if you go back home," he said, staring at me curiously.
It was extremely hard to remember why I was angry when those emerald eyes were looking at me so intently.
"Then what do you propose?" I asked.
"Why don't you save time and get ready here?" he whispered, pressing his bare chest against mine.
Part of me was still mad for his previous actions, but most of me was completely dazzled by his mere presence. His hands grasped my hips, pushing them against his and I could feel his erection against the thin fabric of my dress. Knowing the only barriers between us was my dress and his cotton towel made me lose any argument against his proposal of staying.
Unable to control myself any longer, I kissed him hard to which he promptly responded by opening his mouth, giving me instant access. His hands traveled the now familiar path down my dress; he kneaded my breasts, my budding nipples responding under his fingers. He didn't linger long on them as he leaned down slightly, catching the hem of my dress and pulled it up to my waist. I was a little shocked at first, but the only response I could muster was a loud groan against his lips.
I felt his lips curl into a smirk when he noticed I was not wearing anything under the dress but he said nothing, not that I gave him a chance; as soon as I felt his hands cup my ass, I jumped, leveraging my hands on his shoulders - I wrapped my legs on his waist.
The sudden movement made his towel fall to the floor, my now wet center hovering just above the head of his dick. Instinctively, I pressed my legs tighter around him, teasing him with my warmth but not letting him enter me.
He groaned at my actions. Masen moved his lips to my neck nibbling slightly while his hands squeezed my bottom and pushed my center against him. I was too close for him to be able to slip inside me, but just right enough so I could grind against him.
I moved my hips greedily so I could feel his length in between my folds, my dampness making the movements slick and oh-so pleasurable. Every time my hips moved, the head of his cock would bump with my clit, causing both of use to groan at the delicious friction.
"You are such a tease," he growled, moving his lips along with mine.
I pulled my head back as he continued kissing my neck, sucking at the base, surely leaving a mark.
"Shouldn't we be getting ready?" I asked, breathless.
I felt him smirk against my skin. "You're right, we should."
He grabbed me tighter and I felt him move us. I was too distracted to care, as soon as he lifted his head, I mimicked his actions and kissed his neck sucking slightly and leaving my own mark.
He moved us to his bathroom; once inside, he set me down on the sink and began kissing me passionately before unhooking my legs from his waist.
"Get undressed," he ordered, leaving me there, slightly stunned for a second.
I hesitated for a moment before the intensity of his eyes made me comply; I instantly pulled my dress over my arms. He came back in an instant and I realized he had turned on the shower; the water vapor was starting to cloud his luxurious bathroom. He eyed me for a moment, his gaze lingering on my breasts; however, before I could feel embarrassed, though, he pulled my hand and led me to the shower.
He held the door open as I stepped into the shower. The water was a little too warm, but I didn't mind it, for it actually felt good against my skin. I stood below the showerhead with my back to Masen, letting the water wash over my face.
He stepped behind me, his arms circling around my waist, his full erection pressed against my lower back, making the heat in between my legs even more prominent than before.
"Let's get you cleaned up, shall we?" he whispered into my ear.
I closed my eyes at his words as I felt him reach for something. I bit my lip in utter anticipation and felt him press a cold soap bar against my tummy. I shivered, my mind concentrating on the feel of the slippery object - accompanied by his hand - rub up from my stomach to the skin in between my breasts. His other arm was still wrapped around my waist, holding me up. The soap brushed against my breasts, his fingers lingering on my nipples; I didn't even recognize the throaty moan that escaped my own lips.
Masen seemed to be enjoying the sounds as he kept grinding his hips against my back, his cock sliding effortlessly against the warm, soapy water on my skin. Masen let the soap travel down once more, soaping my stomach and then heading to my lower abdomen.
I could anticipate where the soap would go next, so I parted my legs slightly to allow him better access. With the soothing, hot water still washing over us, Masen leaned down to nibble my ear and another moan escaped from my lips.
Suddenly, Masen dropped the soap.
"Oops," he whispered before moving his soapy hand between my legs.
I gasped at the contact of his fingers against my pussy, his expert musician fingers teasing my opening, while his middle finger circled around my entrance and his thumb brushed over my clit.
"Who's the tease now?" I somehow managed to whisper hoarsely in between my whimpers.
His only response was thrusting two fingers inside me and I practically screamed in pleasure.
"Please, Edward," I said moving my hands to my back, taking his cock within my tiny hands.
It was enough for him to oblige, as he released his grip on me and spun me around to face him. Like last night, he cupped my face and crashed his lips to mine. This time, however, there was urgency within his kiss.
His hands were instantly on my back, moving up and down, until they cupped my ass, and like I had done in the kitchen, I jumped onto his waist. He quickly pressed me against the shower wall, his kisses even more persistent than before, my body meeting his urgent kisses as I pressed my slippery breasts against his chest. Like before, I was hovering just above the head of his dick, but I wasn't teasing this time, I wanted him - needed him this time.
"Please, Edward, I'm begging," I said, looking lustfully into his piercing eyes.
"What do you need, my Bella?" he asked.
"Please, make me come," I pleaded.
Masen swiftly kissed me once more and with a hard thrust he entered me; I gasped in pleasure.
"Oh, Bella," Masen said into my lips before moving his hips once more.
My arms rested on his shoulders, my hands grasped his hair, my body tightening with every thrust. His hands kept my hips pressed against the wall, he leaned his head gently on my shoulder, and his eyes watched my breasts bounce with every movement.
"Harder," I moaned, and he obeyed.
When my grip on his hair got too painful, he pressed his body harder against mine. He then captured my hands with one of his, untangling them from his hair and pinning them above my head. Our eyes locked, in that a moment I felt a connection deeper than just sex.
"Come for me, Bella."
The stare, along with his words, did it for me. With a loud moan, I felt my muscles clench around him, white-hot pleasure coming in shattering waves across my body. He rode my orgasm with harsh thrusts before I felt him spill into me, his moans overtaking my own.
Panting, he slid out of me, released my hands, and eased me back into the floor. With our chests still pressed together he rested his forehead against mine, his eyes smiling at me.
After our heavy breathing subsided, Masen leaned down and kissed me; this kiss was different than the passionate, urgent kisses we had shared. This new kiss was tender, almost reverent, and somehow it felt more intimate than the sex we had just shared.
He pulled back, his hands moving slowly, lovingly down my waist. I sighed contently.
"Do we really have to go to work today?" I asked, my lips taking on a slight pout.
Masen just chuckled, his hands squeezing my hips playfully.
"Yes, Bella we do," he said, opening the shower door.
"Now, come on… we don't want to be late now, do we?" he asked rhetorically, smacking my butt lightly as I stepped out of the shower - I giggled in response and he just seemed to moan.
"I hate when you giggle like that. It just makes me hard again, Bella." I giggled once more for emphasis.
"Why you naughty…" he said, smacking me lightly with a towel.
This had to be a dream. Last night, this morning… everything was becoming too perfect for my shitty reality. But, when strong arms wrapped around me with a fluffy towel and started to dry me off, I knew… well, I hoped… that this just might be real.
*****
"Hold the elevator, please!" A stubby man shouted as he ran up to the closing elevator doors.
Masen was right in front of the doors with me by his side and I immediately went to push the button to hold the doors open for the man, but Masen had other plans. Before my hand could reach the controls, Masen caught it, lifting it over my head and twirling me so that I was pressed right against his chest. I giggled at the same time the elevator's doors closed and the man's outraged cry was heard.
"You know, that wasn't very nice," I mock scolded him.
Masen shot me an 'I-don't-give-a-fuck' smile before kissing me, his hands greedily roaming my back and landing on my butt; I groaned at the sensation of his long fingers grasping my behind. After a few blissful seconds of passionate kissing, I finally pulled back for some much needed air.
Damn him and his lips.
--I… he… I…
Loss of words, huh?
--Yeah.
"You… are… too… sexy…" Masen said, emphasizing every word with a kiss.
I giggled; what was it about this man that made me act like a fucking teenager? I didn't know, but I knew that I didn't want it to end anytime soon either.
Must not fantasize, must not over-think it.
--Dum dum da dum.
I was approaching Masen, who stood at the end of the long rose pedaled decorated hallway, each step highlighted with the tunes of the Wedding March. I could see him in his black tux, his green eyes ablaze with passion and love. Behind me was the longest veil Alice had found. It flowed perfectly with every movement. My mother was sobbing at the side, mumbling something about how she never thought this day would come. My dad was there, soothing my mother's happy tears. Finally I reach Masen, he takes my hand…
Just as I was daydreaming of mine and Edward's fantasy wedding, Masen had abruptly released his hold on me. I wasn't expecting him to so, so I ended up losing my balance and crashing lightly into the wall. The elevator doors then opened and a morning messenger stepped in.
The messenger eyed us knowingly, the tension in the room growing more palpable. The new passenger gave me a weak smile before leaving two floors later; we still had seven floors to get to the office. I looked at Masen, silently questioning his actions from a few moments ago.
"Well," I said hesitantly, "that was awkward."
He just eyed the elevator numbers and stepped closer to me. "Bella, we need to talk about our situation."
Here it comes…
I tried to nod as nonchalantly as I could, chastising myself for thinking the awkward goodbye after a one-night stand was not going to happen - obviously it had just been postponed. And here I was, like a complete moron, imagining my wedding day with this asshole.
"Bella, you are an amazing woman… and I really, really enjoyed our time together last night…" Masen said, nervously looking into my eyes.
Why is he so nervous? You would think the bastard has done this a million times.
--Maybe it's not what you think.
Yeah, like he's not about to break up with me.
--Break up? Where did that come from? I thought you only wanted to get laid.
I mean… not break up… just… damn it!
--*snickers* He is so much more than a good lay for you, isn't he?
Shut up!! It doesn't even matter anymore.
"-and I really want to see you again, maybe this weekend. If you want to we can go dancing…" Masen continued, oblivious to my internal ramblings.
Wait! Next weekend?
--He wants to see us again!
"Wait, you want to see me again?" I asked in an embarrassingly high tone.
Masen looked at me like as if I had grown two heads. Then throwing another sexy smirk he replied, "Of course, Swan, I'm afraid you've become my new brand of heroine."
He stepped closer, his arms once again circling around my waist. "I'm afraid I couldn't stay away from you, even if I tried."
I looked into his eyes, trying to find any trace of dishonesty in his words. Although playful, his words sounded sincere and I could feel my lips stretch into a goofy grin. This man was dangerous and I was falling for him already.
"So, this weekend…" I trailed off.
"This weekend, you and I, a repeat performance, Swan. Whether you like it or not," Masen replied smugly.
"Since I don't have any choice," I sighed dramatically, leaning back into his arms putting the back of my hand over my forehead, "then I might as well agree."
Masen laughed. "Swan, you have to be the worst actress I know." I pouted.
He looked up to the numbers; we were three floors away from the office. Tightening his hold on me he looked at me with a serious expression.
"So, are we okay with what I said?" he asked, concern draped all over his beautiful features.
What did he say?
--I don't know, I was distracted talking to you.
Masen must have seen my confused expression because he responded in a very careful voice, "That it is best if we don't tell anyone in the office that we are seeing each other… keep it casual, you know?"
I would be lying if I said I wasn't a little put out by his request. I had not planned to go around the office announcing any kind of intimacy Masen and I had shared, but the thought that he wanted to keep it a secret had warning bells going off in my head.
"Bella, you have to understand my position. I just started working here, and it would not by good for our personal life to be mixed into the professional one. I do not expect you to ask for any special treatment because of what's happened between us…" he said, using a very professional tone that did not correspond to the way he was holding me.
Anger shot through my veins; how dare he imply that I wanted any sort of any special treatment? I was not the type of girl who would sleep her way to the top! That was something more towards Lauren's alley.
I pushed his body away from mine, glaring at him in the process. "Well, Masen, believe me, I do not need any sort of special treatment from anyone. If you think I got here sleeping my way -" I seethed, but was cut off by the ding of the elevator.
We had arrived at the office; Masen looked from the opened doors to me. I wished for a moment that I had the guts to make a scene in front of everyone in the lobby, but I knew it would affect me as much as it would affect him. Masen moved to touch me but I quickly stepped away, tripping over the elevator doors. Thankfully, I managed to balance myself before falling; turning back I shot once last death glare at Masen and proceeded to walk through the lobby area, which was to my dismay, filled with employees engrossed in their morning routines.
I passed by the reception area where the secretary shoved several messages into my hand. I skipped through them not really paying attention. I was, however, deeply aware of the way Masen hung back, making sure his entrance was completely separate from mine.
"Edward, I was wondering when you were getting in… we need to look over some figures," I heard Lauren screech across the lobby; more than one person glanced at Masen to judge his expression, I wasn't one of them.
Masen's answer, however, was interrupted by Emmett's booming laughter. I looked up to see Emmett standing a few feet away from the reception, looking in my direction, and laughing his ass off.
What the fuck is his problem?
--Your guess is as good as mine.
I looked around to see I was the only person in Emmett's line of vision. The lobby had gone silent, too. Even the phones had stopped ringing. Every set of eyes were locked on me as Emmett approach me.
Fuck me. Something's wrong. Emmett's never this cheerful at 9AM.
--Is there toilet paper stuck to your shoe again, Bella?
I looked down, and realized nothing amiss.
Still snickering, Emmett proceeded to trigger what would afterwards be referred to as 'Bella's number one most embarrassing moment.'
"Bella, you finally got laid!" he said in a very loud, pronounced voice as his ogre hand pointed at my dress.
I glanced down automatically, understanding how he had gotten the correct assumption. Only Emmett would recognize me wearing the exact same dress he had seen the previous evening before my date with Masen.
I could feel my mortification show in both my expression and the heat in my cheeks. I looked up to see Emmett looking equally mortified, just realizing the dooming silence in the room.
I was frozen and I couldn't find the will to move or do anything. Emmett seemed to be having the same issue as he looked at me, his eyes pleading. Even if I didn't look to confirm, I knew that all eyes were upon us.
After a few eternity-sized seconds the spell was broken by someone clearing their throat. "Well, Lauren, what was it that you needed?" Masen said very loudly, immediately breaking the eerie silence.
I let out a huge breath as everyone in the lobby went back to their mundane tasks and the phones resumed ringing. Before any further embarrassment could ensue, I hastily walked to my office, feeling Emmett quickly trail behind me. We got to my office door, swiftly pushed it open and closed it almost as quickly. Emmett stood behind me.
"What were you thinking, Emmett? God, and front of the entire office, too!" I screeched. He bowed his head, his face turning into a pout.
"Bella, look, I didn't think, I'm sorry... I…" I slammed my hand on my desk.
"Damn right you didn't think! For Christ's sake, you just put mine and Edward's job in danger!" A sheepish grin appeared on his masculine face.
"So you guys did do it! I was right!" he said cheerfully. His face was full of pride as if he had just the Nobel Peace prize.
I grimaced at his declaration.
"Yes, we did! Are you happy now? And can you please keep your voice down?" I hissed. He gave me a pointed look and I furrowed my eyebrows in confusion.
"What?"
"Did you wrap it up?" My cheeks fumed a bright red.
"Yes! Now, just shut up about it!" Emmett seemed to take a few moments before nodding his head in satisfaction.
--Um, if I recall correctly, no one wrapped anything up last night - or this morning.
It's called birth control, thankyouverymuch.
--But what if, what if he has... you know, something.
He can't... he's too...
--Perfect?
Yes, perfect.
--*sighs*
"Bells?" I shook my head out of my inner thoughts.
"Hmm?" I asked my grin apparent on my face.
"I asked if you guys were like, you know... seeing one another." I was about to answer with an "of course" but then remember what Masen had asked of me earlier. Somehow my grin disappeared.
"Can we not talk about it anymore, Em? I have so much shit that needs to be done." Emmett must've noticed my change in attitude as he shifted from side to side and nodded shortly.
"Lunch later?" he asked with his body already halfway out my door. I sat down into my office chair and gave him a small smile.
"Sure, Em." And with that he was out the door, with a soft click. I sighed, letting my head rest in my hands. My mind was trying to process everything that had happened within the last 24 hours.
Edward. Masen. Cullen. Twins. Dinner. Wine. Taxi. Kissing. Fucking. Guitar. Weed. More fucking. Sleeping. Morning hangover. Coffee. Edward in a towel. Edward without a towel. Shower. Fucking in shower - somehow more intimate than the other two. Arriving to work. Making out in elevator. Another date. Keep us a secret. Emmett screaming that I got laid.
Great, I can add a headache to that list.
Before I let my mind wander anymore, I started filling my time with work. A couple of hours later, I still couldn't concentrate, my mind kept repeating the same images over and over again.
Edward. Masen. Cullen. Twins...
--Can you please stop thinking for once? You're hurting me.
I sighed; I really did need to stop thinking so damn much. It's just that...
I lifted my head to a swift knock on my door - I groaned internally, can't life just leave me alone?
"Yes?" I asked somewhat rudely.
"Delivery for Ms. Swan!" I perked up; I wasn't expecting a package today.
"Come in!" The door open quickly and a small man carrying the most beautiful arrangement of flowers walked in.
Flowers? For me?
"Are you," he asked, looking down at his clipboard, "Bella Swan?" I nodded dumbfounded.
He set the flowers on my desk and held out the clipboard to me. "Sign here, please." I laughed softly.
"Um, these can't be for me. I never, ever, get flowers." I blushed at my word vomit; I just told this stranger how undesirable the male population found me. He stood there, annoyed.
"Well, Bella Swan, if that is who you are, sign here, I can assure you these are addressed to you, only." I took the clipboard from his hand, signed on the line, and handed it back. He handed me a card in return.
"This came with," he said, tucking the clipboard under his arm and walking out of my office.
I took a moment and turned the simple white envelope within my hands, examining it critically. My eyes traveled back and forth to the beautiful arrangement of yellow tulips, red gerberas, white daisies, and pink roses. I have never received anything so magnificent looking in my entire life. My eyes finally settled on the envelope that read a simple, 'Bella' in poised writing. I opened it hesitantly.
Bella -
Please forgive my behavior. It was most inappropriate and I do humbly apologize. I hope one day that I will be able to make it up to you. Hope you are well.
Sincerely,
Edward
Edward?
--As in the glorious man we just fucked this morning?
Maybe he felt bad for what he said in the elevator?
--And sent flowers? How romantic!
Maybe he does really want this to work... maybe...
Another knock was at the door. I sighed, once again, annoyed.
But, the knocker didn't wait till I had responded. They opened the door and closed it as quickly. A small smile formed across my lips.
"Edward," I said, my voice low, taking on a seductive tone.
"I think I forgot to tell you something," he said, stepping further into my office.
My eyes closed, taking in the scent of him and the fresh flowers. I let my fingers trail down my neck, enticing him a little - it seemed to work. He grabbed my hand softly and pulled it away from my neck and backed me up against my desk. He placed a soft kiss on my hand and intertwined our fingers.
"You we're going to tell me, something?" I asked, my eyes finally opening and staring into his lustful ones.
"Well, first off... I miss you... I couldn't stop thinking about you all morning..." he said, his long fingers caressing the skin along my collarbone. A smile slowly spread across my face.
"Oh… and the other thing?" I asked, encouraging him to go on.
He leaned into my ear, his cheek resting against mine. "Your tits looked amazing this morning, as well as your face when I came inside you, my Bella." He kissed my ear, while his expert hands caressed and squeezed my breasts.
"Oh... my... Masen..." I moaned, pressing my eager breasts harder into his palms. He just chuckled.
"Calm down, Swan, you think I'm that guy that would fuck you in your office?" I raised my eyebrows and he seemed to blush.
"Well, I... uh... damn, you caught me." We both laughed softly, his hand unlacing from mine.
"I really came in here to discuss some details for the upcoming release party. Can you..." he started to ask, but took onto looking at the gorgeous bouquet he got me.
"Flowers, Swan?" I gave him a perplexed look.
"Yes, they're from you. Remember the note you sent with them?" I asked, handing him the note I had just read a few moments ago.
His eyes skimmed the note and he smiled softly, tossing the note nonchalantly onto my desk.
"Ah, yes, the note." I smiled in return.
"You didn't have to, you know."
He smiled and wrapped his arms lovingly around my waist. "For you, Bella, anything - well, almost anything."
I giggled and slapped his arm playfully. "So, about the book release?"
He shook his head. "It was nothing really," he said, releasing his grip on me, kissing my lips softly.
"See you tonight?"
I nodded softly, my body already missing his embrace. And with that Masen was gone.
I sighed, once again taking a seat in my chair, looking at the mounds of paperwork in front of me.
But, no matter, nothing could ruin my mood - well, almost nothing.
Cullen POV
I've been absolute wreck for the past twenty-four hours. Knowing that Bella had been out with my scum bag of a brother just disgusted me. I'm pretty sure he somehow managed to stick his British tongue down her throat.
I set down the stack of papers harder than necessary.
Wasn't it I who saw Bella first? Shouldn't I have the rights to have a chance with her?
Fuck James, and his woman ways! Bella deserved more - she deserved me. She will be mine and I took the first steps this morning to insure that. After yesterday's unsuccessful attempt at wooing Bella away from my brother, I decided on more drastic measures. I had called Jessica asked her to send a huge bouquet of flowers to Bella this morning, along with the hand written note I had composed late last night. An apology for my behavior.
I tapped my fingers impatiently against the hard wood on my desk.
Is it too early to call? Should I just ask if she liked them? Maybe I should ask her to lunch?
I sighed out of frustration, running my hands through my tidy-as-could-be hair.
Screw this - I need to grow a pair.
With that thought, my trembling hands picked up the phone and dialed Twilight Publishing House.
A bubbly voice answered, "Twilight Publishing, how may I direct your call?"
I couldn't do it.
"Hello?"
I shook my head and answered shakily, "Um, yes… B… Bella Swan, please." I cursed myself for acting like such a boy.
This is only a woman, Cullen, get your shit together.
"Connecting; have a good day, sir."
Hang up.
Hang up.
Hang up.
"This is Bella, how may I help you?" the sweet voice answered in a cheery tone.
Fuck.
"Uh, yes, Bella, this is Edward… Edward Cullen."
Bella POV
"Holy, fuck me; Edward-fucking- Cullen is calling me."
"Excuse me?" asked an amused voice from my phone.
Shit, fuck, fuck. I just said that out loud, didn't I?
--Um, yeah… yeah you did.
"I, um… sorry, Edward…why are you calling me?" I asked hesitantly.
A brief silence passed.
"Cullen?" I pressed.
"Yes, I'm sorry. I called to… um, ask you to lunch, Bella."
"Lunch, today, with me?" I asked, my voice slightly higher than expected.
He seemed to giggle and my apparent nervousness. "Yes, lunch, today, with me."
Unable to get my brain to process any real coherent words I simply replied, "Yes."
"Great! I'll drop by your office around noon, is that okay?" I gripped my phone tighter; I had to be dreaming; nonetheless, I didn't want his luscious voice to end.
"That's fine, but I do have a question though," I asked, my eyes closing in anticipation of his answer.
"Yes?"
"Is this about your brother?"
I heard him take a short breath in and he paused for a moment. "No Bella, this is about you and I. I'll see you at noon."
And with that, the phone clicked and I sat there, confused at my bizarre morning.
Edward- Fucking- Cullen.
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