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Chapter 6: This Changes Everything
EPOV
As our lips part, the shock registers with me that this beautiful woman just kissed me. She's wanted to kiss me? Wait...she's no longer in charge of my stalking case? I need to know what's going on, so I pull back from the kiss that we had mutually deepened.
"What do you mean you've been removed from my case?" I ask as I grab her hand and pull inside my door.
Shutting the door, I notice that she's still looking at my mouth and not answering the question I asked. I can see the desire in her melted pools of dark chocolate. The puffiness of her well kissed lips and the desire in her eyes, sparks something inside of me.
I spin her around, back her up against the door, and kiss her again. The heat radiating from her body as I press mine against hers, causes me to deepen the kiss even more. I suck her bottom lip into my mouth and lightly bite down. The moans coming from her have my body grinding against hers. I feel her fingers thread into the hair at the nape of my neck as her tongue enters my mouth. Reaching down, I lift her right knee and hold her leg up, so I can rest easier against her heat. As she sucks my tongue, I thrust my hardness against her core. I've never felt this much sexual attraction towards anyone before.
When we finally break the kiss so we can both catch our breaths, I pull her into my living room. I know we need to talk, not just make out like hot, hungry teenagers.
"Do you want something to drink?" I ask her.
"Whatever you're having is fine with me," she replies.
I go into the kitchen and take a deep breath. I grab two bottles of water and go back to the living room. I take a seat on the sofa, but intentionally leave a space between us.
"So, tell me what is going on?"
"Well, I got a phone call while I was at your parent's house yesterday, right after Esme got mad at you guys for the tattoo. Sorry about getting you in trouble by the way."
"Yeah, you were really quiet; I thought it was because of Esme getting mad at us for the new ink I got. Don't lose sleep over her getting mad. She went back to normal right away, anyhow."
"It wasn't, but I am sorry for outing you to 'Momma Esme', as Rose calls her," she says with a chuckle.
"Yeah, leave it to Rose. Jazz and Sam got yelled at more than I did, though. I'm glad that Jazz respects the fact that I'm old enough to get a tattoo if I want it. If my Mom had her way, Jazz would never tattoo me again. So tell me...what's going on?"
"Well, I haven't been removed completely, but I am no longer the lead Detective on the case. If anything were to happen like last Friday, where you found another note, we would have to call in Alec. I can be there where the investigation is taking place, but I won't be the one calling the shots anymore. Captain Black doesn't want to remove me totally from the case, though, because when I was in Seattle, working stalker-type cases seemed to be my forte. Anyway, to make a long story short, someone was following us Friday night after we left here. There was an email and some photographs sent to my Captain stating that I was putting the ethics of my job in jeopardy. It insinuated that we were dating, and that they knew I was in charge of investigating a crime committed against you. Technically, I can't date you if I'm supposed to be protecting you."
"Well, if that's the case, we can wait. I don't want you to get into trouble with your boss. We were out as friends, anyway. I know I told you I wanted to date you, but you, yourself, mentioned that you were ethically bound to protect me instead of dating me. That's why I asked you if I could take you out after the investigation was over."
"I know, but I've already been booted out of the lead, and Captain Black told me I didn't have to refrain from seeing you."
"So your boss gave us permission to date?"
"No, it is not his place...but he did tell me that what I do in my private life is my business."
"So, is that what you want? You want to date me? I mean, the other night you didn't want to get too close, and now we find out we were followed. That means that we're both in jeopardy of whoever this stalker is, right? I mean...why get involved now? Why kiss me now?" I asked, watching as several different emotions crossed her face.
Then I saw that almost wicked smile of hers appear as she half crawled, half scooted closer to me. "I'm already going to hell anyway," she says as her lips meet mine.
My arms pull her into my lap, and I kiss her back. I don't know what it is about Isabella Swan, but I feel this instant connection with her. I'd be fooling myself if I tried to say I didn't feel it all along. I've never let anyone have this sort of hold on me before now.
I pull back and kiss her neck, right below her ear. "I guess we'll burn in hell together, then," I say. I continue my assault on her neck as her fingers trace the contours of my chest. "Bella, we need to slow down before I'm unable to stop."
"Who says I want you to stop?" she asks with a half smirk. It would be a full-on smirk, but she's biting the edge of her bottom lip seductively.
"You and those incredibly sexy lips will be my downfall, Detective Swan," I say laughing.
We sit for a couple of hours, talking about lots of things. I tell her more about my music and how it has always directed my life. I tell her about graduating school early, and going to Juilliard when I was only sixteen.
I moved back to Port Angeles at the age of twenty, with a full degree in music. I took some additional courses here and got my masters, and was then offered teaching positions at several schools, including Juilliard. My taste for the bigger city just wasn't there, though, and living in New York was not for me. So I settled for an understudy teaching job here, with the professor at the time. When the professor retired a year later for serious health issues, the position was offered to me. I was, of course, highly recommendation by him, and this is where I belong. I love the small town life of Port Angeles and would take it any day over the hustle and bustle of the big city.
Anyway, after a while, I even show Bella my music room. I don't share my special room with very many people, but I feel compelled to share it with her.
We cook and eat dinner together, and talk more. I learn about Bella growing up and spending a few years in Arizona. I learn of how her Mom has always been a little flighty. I learn of her desire to become a police officer because of her father, and that her boss, Captain Black, is also her Godfather. She tells me about Tanya being the saving grace in her life, helping to shape her into the woman she is today. We talk for hours, laughing and kissing and sometimes just staring into each other's souls. This is a night I will remember forever.
~*LK&IV*~
Stalker's POV
I went to the campus today; he has classes all day on Mondays. I don't see his car, though. What in the fuck is going on now! I can't hear anything inside his apartment because of that interfering bitch cop. I am so glad that she's going to lose her job. Maybe she'll leave town as fast as she got here. Maybe he's just running late today. I'm sure his nosy sister has something to do with that. I know he's staying with her because I scared him, even though I didn't mean to. If it wasn't for that interfering bitch cop, he wouldn't have been scared at all. She better go away, or at least stay the hell away from him; he is mine!
I've waited an hour and he still hasn't shown up. I saw that nit wit that teaches for him enter the hall where his class is, and has been in there the whole time. When I walk past the door, she's reading lecture notes to the class; she must be standing in for him today. I am pissed that I have wasted my time, but at least I know he's at home now. I quickly decide to head over there.
I enter through the back and sneak up the stairs. I definitely don't want to be seen. When I get to the third floor, I peek through the little window in the door. FUCK! There's a locksmith here and he's changing the locks. Now how am I going to get in there? I enjoy the days when I can go inside, lye in his bed, and take in the scent of his sweet smell. I love showering in his bathroom and wearing one of his shirts around his house, too. It makes me feel that much closer to him. I have several of his items of clothing, taking something new every now and then to enjoy when I can't be near him. I'll need all of his clothes soon, though, so I can pack them for the trip I want to take him on. He'll be so surprised and I can't wait to leave this hellhole behind. I know once he spends any amount of time with me, he'll never want to come back.
Knowing that he's home all day, allows me to go do a few of the things that I need to get done. I know I need to think about how to get a hold of his keys again, so I can make another copy.
The last time was easy, really: I simply took his keys out of his gym locker. He always works out for ninety minutes, so after he went into the locker room, I followed. I was hiding behind the row of lockers he was in, and watched as he set his padlock down on the bench and headed into a toilet stall to change. I quickly switched the locks, putting my open padlock down and picking his up. I left the locker room after that, not wanting to get caught. As soon as I saw him come out the exit of the locker room, I snuck back in. I removed my lock, and grabbed his keys. The hardware store down the street copied the keys for me without a question, and within forty-five minutes, his keys were back in his locker and it was relocked with his padlock.
I guess I'll have to visit the gym again. Oh well. At least that's easy enough. Thank goodness it rains a lot in this piss-poor town; no one suspects anything about anyone wearing a rain slicker. Rain slickers and rubber boots are a great way to disguise what you really look like. I love that I am so much smarter than they are; no one has a fucking clue. Now that I've made it so that bitch cop is out of my way, I know it'll open the door and allow me to get closer to him. I will not let the situation upset me. It's just a simple bump in the road of getting the prize, and he is my prize.
I head into work and spend my time thinking mainly about everything I'll need to do, now. Later on, I'll go back by his place and see what all challenges I have stacked against me. I still have keys to his office, and both his sister's and parent's places. I've even had the extra key to his car for over a month. I don't think he even knows it's missing. I will find a way to get a copy of the key to his place again. I may have to wait a few days, but I know that the man I love will give his family a key; I can always take it from them if I need to.
It's close to eight at night before I get out of work. I hate the place, but the job is easy and the pay is great. I walk around the building and see that he has his TV on; the reflections are flashing in the window. I don't see anyone out and about, so using my key to the back entrance, I sneak in and head up the steps. My legs sure are looking good from climbing these stairs all the time to catch a glimpse of my love. When I reach the third floor, I plan to knock and then hide in the stairwell so that I can see him. I've missed him so much today.
Making sure to keep quiet, although I am not sure why I bother, since no one uses the stairs anyway, I get to the landing outside the third floor entry. I can hear a loud pounding, so I open the door slightly to peek out.
BANG…BANG…BANG…
"Get up and answer the door! Damn lazy ass brother of mine," Alice shrieks.
I watch her as she pulls her cell phone from her pocket and holds it out in front of her. She has the volume up so loud, and the phone on speaker, I can hear it clearly from where I'm standing. After about six rings, it goes to voice mail. She stomps her foot and hits the door again. Then, kicking the door hard, she dials a second time. This time, she must not have it on speaker, and after what seems like forever, I hear her start ranting all over again.
"Why in the hell aren't you answering your door, Edward?"
I wish she had it on speaker so I could hear him, too.
"What the fuck do you mean you're indisposed right now? What the hell are you trying to tell me?"
Indisposed? I actually agree with the loudmouth, bossy little bitch. What the fuck does that mean?
"Edward, is there a girl in there with you?" I hear Alice shriek.
I am LIVID…there better not be a woman in his place. That is where I belong.
"Edward, I heard a woman giggling. Who the fuck is it?"
Yeah, who the fuck?
"Yes, it is my business. I'm your sister; we don't keep secrets from each other. Is there a reason you're not telling me who it is? Oh…my…God…Edward, is it your stalker? Are you okay? Should I call the police? Are you out of your fucking mind having that crazy ass wack…?"
Her shrieking is giving me a headache.
"What do you mean it's Bella? What in the hell is Bella doing there? Is she investigating something new?"
Now what the hell is going on? That stupid bitch cop should've been pulled from the case already. She has no fucking business in his apartment.
"What do you mean that she's there visiting you for personal reasons? What the hell does that mean? Are you trying to tell me that you're dating the person investigating the wacknut who's stalking you?"
He ain't dating that bitch cop, not if I have my way! The nosy bitch will pay for that wacknut comment, too. I'll show her wacknut!
"What do you mean by kinda? You better talk to me right now, Edwa…" Alice screams out shrilly and hits the door with her fist as she kicks it again. "I cannot believe you hung up on me! You better tell me what the fuck is going on Edward Anthony, or I'm calling Mom!" Alice screams loudly at the door and she continues to beat and kick on it at the same time. For someone so small, she makes a lot of noise with her hands and feet, not to mention her big fucking mouth.
Ring…Ring…
"I thought that would make you answer me. Now, tell me what's going on right now, and don't be a jackass!"
I wait silently while she listens. I need to know what he's saying, dammit! Why can't that interfering loud-mouthed twit put the phone back on speaker?
"So Bella is no longer in charge of your case, and you guys are dating?"
WHAT!
"So you're not officially dating, but I know for a fact that I OFFICIALLY interrupted something. Oh, my God, Edward! Were you and Bella getting busy? Scratch that...never mind. I really don't want to know. Fuck! There's a mental picture I need to have deleted! You and I will be having lunch tomorrow. Tell Bella I said hello, but not until after you're out of bed with her, because...well…EW!" She snaps her phone shut, kicks the door once more, and then storms over to her apartment. She glances around the hall, like she is looking for something. She shrugs her shoulders after a second and then unlocks her door.
I watch her walk in, and hear the door lock engage. I am seeing red. They will pay for this...every last one of them. That whoring bitch cop is going to get it for sure, and get it good. That loud-mouthed twit will pay for her interfering ways as well. Unfortunately, my sweet Edward will have to pay, too. Oh, Edward. I'll have to wait to punish him later. I have to take care of the trash he is surrounded by, first. My plans will have to change; I'll have to take him on a different trip. I was so looking forward to a vacation, too. Oh well. Maybe we can just go someplace closer for now. Soon there will be hell to pay! Plenty of it.
A/N: Thanks to toocute24, our lovely beta. Thanks to siohban for pre-reading for us. You ladies keep us together, thank you. All mistakes we take full credit for. Please read and review, we love hearing your thoughts.
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