Just A Maid: CHAPTER 7
Hi! Sorry for the delay between chapters I'm still struggling for wifi also I'm working so I don't really have the time to write (which sucks).
Thanks to my betas, and to you who's reading this.
Bella was in a nightclub on Saturday night:
"SWAN? ISABELLA SWAN?" I heard a male voice yelled over the song playing hard around.
Unsure if or where I'd heard this voice before I turned around to meet its owner.
"James?!" My eyes opened wide in shock when I saw the guy standing in front of me.
I couldn't believe it! I hadn't thought about him for so long!
This guy was the one who had shaken up my teen years and the one who made me a huge wreck, my fucking high school crush that I haven't seen for almost 5 years was now gaping at me with bewildered blue eyes. Back in my early 10th grade, my fifteen year old self had deeply fallen for this use-to-be-popular-boy-in-high-school.
Like really hard!
We had several classes in common so I was always trying to be spotted few inches away from him so that I could devour him with my eyes and daydream about our little babies together.
This was more than a crush…
He was the perfect guy to me. He had everything I was looking for in a man back then; filling my expectations grids I couldn't let this hot piece of perfection out of my sight so he would pick a random bitch other than me. Therefore one day I had stupidly decided to grow some balls (metaphorically speaking) and finally told him what I really felt for him.
Big fucking mistake.
"James Huntsman!" To say that I was stunned to see him here was an understatement. However this quick flashback running through my mind made me realized how bad I didn't want him to remember that part of history.
"Yeah the one and only." He grinned with his Colgate max white smile. "You're the freshman chick who was crazy about me in high school right?"
Dang it! He remembers!
"Guilty." I raised my right hand feeling my uneasiness taking over my cheeks already warmed by the heat and liters of alcohol flowing through my body.
How embarrassing it was to face him. We were still standing in the middle of the dance floor where people were losing themselves on the loud tune playing around.
"I'm really surprised to see you here Isabella I mean…" his eyes scanned me from head to toe. "Wow look at you, you've changed so much."
In good or bad?
"Oh c'mon I just loosen up the braces." I shrugged and looked away uncomfortable.
Yeah I used to be one of these teen girls with ungracious body in my case (as flat as a bookshelf) with the unavoidable braces. I was the weirdo one in class who people didn't really want to talk to not because I was shy but just because I was me. I had to deal with my mother's bullshit and all the debts she'd left to Charlie and me the same day when she robbed all our savings and selfishly abandoned her family. This gloomy period had changed me so I wasn't the cheerful classmate that I used to be.
Damn this woman. I cursed inside. But thank god I had changed since then.
"Let me buy you a drink!" he said enthusiastically.
Oh man…
I was already bombed enough by all the cocktails I drank through the night. However Leah's comment instantly popped up in my head.
"Dicks at our side pay all the drinks." she'd said and she was right! I nodded impressed by how accurate this was. But James had taken my nod for an agreement and was already leading me toward the bar counter across the nightclub.
"I finished before you haha!" He briskly clunk the tenth shot glass on the hard counter and snickered wholeheartedly.
James had remained the same through the years. His inviting blue eyes and prominent cheekbones were one of the main reasons why I used to drool over him. Being in love with him had been such a distraction at school aside from my miserable life at home.
I remembered all the crazy stuff I'd done for him back then. Damn I was so stupid at this age. Because of those stuff and my loud disclaiming love for him I had been known for being the motherless cray cray creepy pervy girl, turned down by James Huntsman in high school. And now I was the twenty almost twenty one maid girl who was currently taking shots with her former love James Huntsman.
How weird.
He tilted his face to me and started to talk about God knows what but I wasn't really paying attention. I was more focused in his teeth. Those were so white, so something… I couldn't put a finger on it.
Ten minutes later, and I was now having a creepy fascination over his perfect dentition and the more his lips were moving the more I was seeing… fangs? I squinted some more.
Fangs? Like a Vampire? James Fangman? Hunterfangman? What was his name already? I sneered uncontrollably.
Oh lord I was very drunk.
I looked up at his face and noticed how he hadn't lost his charm.
He's hot,
He's your crush,
He's single,
He paid you drinks,
And he keeps smiling to you.
What the fuck are you waiting for? My drunk inner self listed actively.
I suddenly planted my finger on his lips to prevent him to talk so more. We stared at each other for two long seconds and he unexpectedly took my finger to put it into his mouth and started to suck it.
What the… I was shocked by his sudden very tactile approach. He was sucking the bitter lemon taste out of it – the lemon remained on my finger that accompanied my numerous glasses.
Oooh ouh it tickled. I started to giggle stupidly.
Alcohol's effect.
"Whatcha doin'?" I asked animated.
He gripped my wrist and tugged my stool closer to his to brusquely thrust his tongue into my parted lips and twirled it inside my mouth, meeting my confused tongue. However I followed his move and directives and tangled mine with his.
Oh my god my crush, my first love, the first man who got me heartbroken in high school, who I was desperately in love with back then had finally, fucking finally kissed me! I wasn't conscious enough to realize it though. His eager bear hand was wandering over my waist and running around my thighs. This was the second time of the night that I was being rubbed in this area but this time I may have had gladly enjoyed it. My hands found their way to his spiky black hair. Grabbing it firmly, none of us wanted to catch our breaths.
Mmm… I bet Mr. Cullen kisses are as raw as James' or even more rawer?
I suddenly opened my eyes.
What the hell?
Why did I think about him again?
I impetuously broke the kiss and swept my sore lips with my hand.
"I…I gotta go!"
"Alright babe… let me call us a taxi." He breathed seductively in the crook of my neck and caressed with the tip of his nose this sensitive erogenous part. I moaned.
Oh shit shit! this was making me horny!
I recoiled and freed myself from his grasp.
"It's okay you don't need to… I forgot my friends are waiting for me. But thanks anyway." I jumped out of my stool and flew within the crowd.
He didn't follow me neither call after me. Or maybe he did but I couldn't hear it over the noise.
You whore you teased him and now you ditched him? I thought between two hiccups.
I was disconnected with the music around and was looking for my way out, stumbling here and there I eventually managed to find the exit. I didn't wait for my friends and hailed the first taxi in the street and asked him to drive me straight home.
Monday.
I had recovered from my hard hangover thank god. But did I have recovered from my unexpected James and I reunion?
No.
Did I have recovered from Mr. Cullen invading my everyday thoughts?
I wish.
I was still wondering why I'd imagined him in this nightclub. Could he have possibly followed me there? Or was it a pure coincidence that he was there and I may or may have not seen him? I was tormented by the hair.
In the bright side Mrs. Cullen was back in my good graces. Since she surprisingly said yes when I'd asked her if I could take my Saturday off for the next weekend after this week, this supposedly weekend when she was attending to this fancy red carpet and all party that she couldn't stop ramble about.
In the meantime Jacob Black my oldest hometown best friend had expressly asked me to take these days off to visit him. Not only for the sake of courtesy but because he had this motor race that he absolutely wanted me to assist and cheer his 'obvious' victory. But most of all, this visit was important because this date was the death anniversary of Jake's mother and not a year I had been missing this sorrowful day with him and his family. Her mother had perished in a car accident thankfully his dad had survived and taken care of this dissembled family.
That's why Jake and I understood each other pretty well. We were both somehow motherless and had to grow up faster than people of our age. This common fact had bonded our friendship even more tighter.
These two days off would also be an occasion to visit my sick father stuck at the Forks hospital.
Ugh…
I had to admit that I wasn't really looking forward those grieving days. But I needed to get through them anyway.
All these thoughts kept me thinking about what I was actually doing. Standing in the laundry room, I was ironing Mr. Cullen's clothes and more precisely his boxer briefs or should I say his boxer motherfucking sexy briefs?
Oh my… this man had taste!
Here I was, warming up not only because of the ironing vapor but also with my fantasized dreams over his underwear; he wearing those underwear pressed against his rear bulge and back cheeks side. Then he would walk in his bare attire like a runaway model toward me; take my hand to slip it in…
Sweet lord this was too much!
I couldn't possibly even… My dirty thoughts were accompanied by my naughty smirk stretching on my lips. But then I remembered.
No, no, no!
How could I literally think about someone else's ass and in my case my boss' ass when I had just freshly French kissed another guy?
What is wrong with you? I summoned myself while wandering my mind elsewhere.
I folded the piles of clothes, put them in a basket and headed toward Mrs. Cullen clothing quarter first. I opened the double door of the immense wardrobe room, my eyes glittered, my head spun, and my heart sang for these mouthwatering outfits and shoes-as usual.
I was arranging the clothes in their right drawers when my eyes stopped on Tanya golden siren dress. The one she had tried on one week ago and told me that it was THE dress she was going to wear for her event.
I came closer to the fancy piece and sighed dreamily. How I wished I was one of those women who would be able to buy this kind of clothing, succeed in life and buy all these well-deserved things with satisfaction.
But you're not so shut the fuck up, back away and stop hurting yourself.
I sighed even more and contemplated it for more additional seconds then randomly think that this dress could somehow look good on me.
I sheepishly glanced over my shoulders to see if there was someone around even though I was positively sure that I was alone in this big house at this hour of the day.
The dress was hanging majestically on a plastic headless, mannequin standing on a pedestal in a corner of the room.
Before removing it from the mannequin I took several seconds to meditate.
I knew I wasn't going to do any harm if I was trying it only for few minutes. Then I would immediately put it back where I'd found it. No biggie.
I just wanted to know how it felt to wear an haute couture dress without looking and crumbled in pieces at the price tag.
I undressed the plastic model and was about to undo my apron and uniform when I recalled an important detail: the size. The fucking size!
Damn it! This bitch was doing a size 2 while I was doing a 4.
I groaned more infuriated than ever. So now I was apparently too fat to wear haute couture?
My fists clenched furiously around the precious tissue. I was so pissed about how unfair life was with me. I just wanted to cry or maybe I was just frustrated to not fit in this dress because of my 'gigantic' ass. I was mirroring my back side through one of the numerous mirrors in the place when I heard barks further in distance.
Oh it was only the doggies… I guessed and rolled my eyes at them after all this time I still hadn't bonded with these hairy animals. Ugh not even in a million years! My hatred for the dogs was too strong to fade in few weeks even though I was perpetually living with them as in home and work.
Wait the doggies? What time was it? Was it 3 p.m. already? Which meant that it was time for their snack time.
Fuck I had totally forgotten it! I squeezed my eyes and grimaced.
Their woof-woofs came closer as did the sound of their paws resonating on the polished cleared floor.
Tanya's two Labradors Lady and Gentleman entered the room snarling fervently at me.
Yes… Lady and Gentleman were effectively how she'd called her dogs.
I think I had just lost faith in humanity when I'd heard their names for the first time.
"Lady and gentleman?" my voice trembled; I had difficulties to remain serious and swallow my nasty comment. I cleared my throat. "But they are both males right?"
Who on this fucking earth would call his dogs Lady and Gentleman? Tell me who would call both his MALE dogs Lady and Gentleman on this motherfucking planet?
"Yeah they are!" she replied as if I was a dumbass asking the most obvious question.
My brows met each other confounded. "But why?" I just couldn't understand her answer, her logic, her everything.
God save me!
"Do people say 'Gentleman and Gentleman'?"
"I…" she hadn't let me time to finish when she answered her own question.
"No! We say Lady and Gentleman! So tell me was I supposed to call the other gentleman too? Do you think people wouldn't mistake it?"
"I…"
She cut me again. "I don't think dogs are gay which I would have nothing against it because I love gay people! They are so cool! Anyway the black is Lady, you know like lady D the British princess? And the white is Gentleman like his husband, you get it now?"
What?
EXCUSE YOU!
But Lady Diana was white and a girl!
HUH?
I stared at her speechless; words were trying to form but couldn't get out coherently.
I believed that I'd lost many brain cells that day.
Lady started to come closer and barked at me.
"Alright I'm coming don't be rude!" I was trying to set the dress back at its right place but Gentleman was meandering around my legs while the other was still growling.
And this was the 666.666th reason why I didn't like dogs. I thought sarcastically.
They being around weren't helping anyhow to calm my nervousness, I couldn't stuff the dress properly on the mannequin, this shit didn't want to fit in and I feared someone would enter at any moment and see me near it without being suspicious.
Fuck!
But the more my shaky hands were attempting to set the dress, the more it was sliding through them and falling down on the floor.
Shit! shit!
I was taking it back and trying again but I was feeling the dogs grew more and more impatient behind.
"Jesus! I said I was coming don't shout at me!" All of sudden Lady who was still barking at me roughly caught the shiny golden gown between with his sharp canines to pull it backward.
"What the… NO! stop it doggie! Bad doggie!"
The dress! This stupid dog was going to soil it!
"Let go now!" I swiftly grabbed the other side and drew it to my side but he wouldn't release his grip. How come this puppy could compete with my strength? "Goddamnit leave it!"
I was pulling it, he was pulling and tightening it even more. Until we heard a tearing sound resonating in the agitated room.
Nooooo the dress!
I stood still and we both let go of it, the fabric fell on the ground, I rushed on my knees and hold the ripped dress at my chest. "WHAT DID YOU DO?" I cried.
This was a fucking nightmare?!
Gosh I was so dead!
Meanwhile Lady was glaring at me with his long pending tongue, wobbly tail and innocent eyes. I was about to yap some more when I heard:
"MISS SWAN?"
Oh my god someone was coming! And it wasn't any someone but Mr. Cullen's voice that was approaching.
SOS!
I immediately rose on my feet and hid the ruined outfit behind my back, petrified.
"You called sir?"
I couldn't breathe. He entered the room and looked around before laying his eyes on me.
"Who were you talking to?"
Crap, this was a tricky question! If I said the dogs he would immediately figure that something happened but he if I answered no one he would take me for a fucking mental disorder person-which I suspected him to think about it already.
My eyes slipped to the left and to the right searching for a correct answer.
Don't tell him the truth watch your mouth!
"No one sir… I… I was practicing a play. A play called…" I quickly peeked at the two dogs that were leading to the exit." the Lion and the Lamb!"
Oh God why did you say that?
"The Lion and the Lamb?" he browsed unconvinced. "It's a fable."
"And also a play! It's a play! Do you like plays Mr. Cullen?"
This is none of your business, why do you ask?
"No. this isn't really my thing." He replied frankly.
"Oh pff me neither!" My fake smile was back on my lips, my heart was pondering so hard in my chest that I feared it would drop in my panties.
Mr. Cullen was standing across me at the entrance of the doors; he had unfastened the tie of his suit and was as always looking drop dead hot. "Ok let's cut the shit. Tell me what's behind your back." He suddenly asked me.
I froze.
Damn it! He knew…
"What? I… I don't know what you're talking about sir." I stammered on my words. How did he figure I was lying?
"The thing behind your back," he stepped toward me. "What is it?"
"Nothing." He stepped again, I stepped back.
"What is it?"
He stepped forward, I stepped backward.
IT'S A FUCKING EXPENSIVE DRESS THAT ONE FUCKING DOG TORE IN PIECES! I was dying to blurt out. But my lips were sealed. I was biting my lower lip tensed, to prevent me to speak.
He was now standing right in front of me and bent.
"Miss Swan I'm going to ask you one last time," he breathed on my face. My knees weakened. I tried to recoil once more but my back met the middle counter of the room. "Tell me what are you hiding behind your back?"
"It… it's nothing!" panicked I quickly spun, tossed the gown underneath a pile of my basket, grabbed the first fabric on top of the folded pile and turned around to show him. "It's just your… your," I peeked at what I was holding and closed my eyes as embarrassed as ever. Of course I hadn't checked what I picked. "your boxer brief."
Fuck me.
His brows quirked in surprise as I thought he would be. Slowly he brought two of his fingers beneath my chin and lifted it so that my flustered face would meet his tantalizing green eyes.
Jesus he was touching me! We were standing so close to each other.
"And what have you planned to do with it Ms. Swan?" he sluggishly asked lower with his deep silky voice. I was drawn by it, compelled by it. My eyes couldn't leave his.
I inhaled in a whisper. "I don't know." His serious face gradually turned into a roguish smirk. My stomach twitched.
Suddenly we heard heels clank on the floor. "BELLA?" Tanya called further.
I stiffened remembering our sudden too close proximity, I bowed down my hand holding the boxers, to hide it behind my back but abruptly felt Mr. Cullen caught my arm in a firm grip. In a slow movement he skimmed down my arm with his burning fingers-tickling my skin, raising up my palpitations and still looking at me the whole time, until he reached my hand and seized the underwear to slide it into the deep pocket of my uniform.
What the…
My gaze widened and before I could gasp or say anything he'd backed away from me. At the same time Tanya entered the room distracted.
"Bella? Oh there you are!" she was almost panting on her great heels. She glanced at Edward and ran her attention back to me. "Did you feed the dogs?"
"I…I was on my way to…" I started to gather the clothes and my laundry basket to leave and prayed internally that she wouldn't notice the missing gown, when she cut me in my way.
"Wait!" I looked up to her. "Where is my golden dress?"
But of course I didn't have such luck…
Do you think Bella will be in troubles?
Funny fact: this part of the chapter is based on my own life! I had a James Huntsman who I was desperately in love with in high school when I was 15 lol. Though I haven't met him in a nightclub (yet).
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