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Red Devil
Chapter 7.
It takes two to Tango.
Song : El Tango de Roxanne from the film Moulin Rouge.
Soccerward's POV
I couldn't fucking believe it.
After all that we had said outside the locker room, after almost fucking giving into our need for each other she turns around and pulls this shit on me.
What a class-A fucking bitch.
Well two can play at this game.
Bitch will regret hooking up with Liam Birkshire of all people.
I mean, it's one God damn thing to talk to a guy on the team of our biggest Goddamn rivals, but it's something else to make a date with him that just so happens to be at an event we will both be attending.
I'll say it again. Class-A fucking bitch.
But I still want her and it's this that fuels the rage. This...this fucking jealousy, I don't remember ever feeling jealous of anything or anyone. Never had a reason to, till now.
I stood there and listened and watched as she talked and shared smiles with that mother fucking Chelsea twat. My smiles. My words. She gave them and he took them.
I could feel the rage burning. My dick had fucking steam coming out of his ears and was sharpening his knife and chanting something about 'reclaiming the sacred territory'.
I shrugged. Fucker can have at it. That bastard will die a fucking death before he takes what's mine…ours, I quickly correct when my dick quirks one of his pubic eyebrows.
I storm outside into the car park. I don't need to be seeing anymore of this bullshit.
It feels like somebody literally wrote down my worst nightmare and made me buy expensive drinks while it played out.
I storm to the Aston and open the door only to fucking slam it shut again. I can't bring myself to leave. Not when I know she's in there with that dickwad.
I want to make sure they don't leave together. If I see that happening and there will be fucking blood. Mark my Goddamn words.
I lean against her car and just decide to wait it out. Call me a fucking masochist, but I need to know just what the hell is going on with her and Goddamn 'going to break his metatarsal in our next match' Birkshire.
'Why is she doing this to us, Edward?' My dick weeps. Apparently he's moved passed anger and dived head fucking first into self-pity. I've yet to catch up. I'm still bloody pissed off.
'It's because she hasn't seen us, Edward. Once she does, she will be ours for all time' he declares, shaking an angry penis fist.
"I really fucking hope so, bud," I tell him.
Then I see her. She's alone. I sigh in Goddamn relief. I really didn't want to have to kill a fucker right in front of BB's face, even if she is being a colossal bitch right now.
"Great game, Edward. You know that you are going to get fined right?" is what the cowbag says to me once she realizes I'm here waiting. That's it, really? She wants to talk about a shitty yellow card. The woman is either a master of avoidance or really fucking dense.
I'm still fucking fuming so I go with the first response that comes to mind.
"Like I give a shit about that," I snap at her.
She yells some crap at me about always giving a shit and that I'm pretty fucking sure I don't even understand, but before I can think of something to say back she drives off.
What a bitch.
If she thinks I'm going to show up alone and follow her and that prick around like a lost bloody puppy she's very fucking wrong. I'm going to make sure I show up with the hottest bird I can fucking dig up.
And I think I know just wear to find said hot bird.
I dial her number and she agrees. The girl owes me one anyway. And what kind of silly cow would turn down an invite to a very glamorous and free night on the town?
I picked my suit up from the dry cleaners a few days later. I was going with my tried and trusted black Armani suit with a black skinny tie. I really wanted to where my converse with them, but knew that the club would have my ass just like they did last year when I wore them. Something about not presenting the club properly and disrespecting the event.
I didn't really give a shit at the time. A year later I find myself not only caring about the fact I could get my ass kicked, but actively trying to prevent it.
I really was not on board with the new me. He's far too pleasant.
The day of the banquet soon crept up on us. I felt fucking sick. Sick with nerves because I wasn't sure I would be able to control my temper all night while I watched my Swan dance and flirt with that fucktard.
Not only that, but I was pretty bloody sure she would look stunning and my dick was not overly keen on seeing her all prettied up and not being able to make his acquaintance with her counterparts. He was pouting and stomping his foot, demanding to be left at home. I told him that would involve being removed from me and hence fucking forth rendering him more useless then ever.
He shut his trap pretty sharpish after that and donned his best tux.
I was picking my 'date' up at seven pm. I had to keep reminding myself not be an asshole, that it wasn't her fault she wasn't the right girl. I expected to fail miserably at keeping it up.
I finished dressing in the suit and fired off a text to the lads to tell them that I would be there at about 7:30.
I drove the Aston to Kate's and tried to focus on anything but the fact I would soon be seeing Bella. I couldn't think of it. Kate deserved my full attention and I intended to give it to her.
For the most part.
I pulled up at her place and honked my horn. She wasn't my girl so I wasn't about to go all gentlemanly on her ass and meet her at the door, besides she would think it was an impostor in an Edward suit if I did.
She glided down her garden path and climbed gracefully into my car. Her black dress clung to her curves rather nicely, but I wasn't that aroused…which is a good thing. Trust me.
Her dress was long with a rather revealing slit that travelled to the top of her thigh. It gathered under her fair sized breasts where diamante…something or other. I'm fucked if I know what it was supposed to be. She looked amazing.
Even my dick bothered himself long enough to look up from the latest issue of FHM. He nodded his approval, but said nothing and went back to his pervy magazine.
Again I was glad he wasn't having a bigger reaction. Awkward would not have been the correct word if he suddenly decided chocolate brown wasn't his only flavor.
"You look very, very good, Kate," I said with my trademark smirk.
She rolled her eyes, which only reminded me of BB. The bitch.
"Thanks, Edward. But you can save the panty dropping smile for someone who doesn't want to retch at the very idea of sexing you up," she laughed.
"Sexing me up? Bloody hell, Kate. The shit you come out with," I said, shaking my head.
"Shut up and drive, Eddie boy."
And I did just that.
We arrived at the banquet just shy of 7:30. I shut off the engine and took a few steadying breaths. My chest was growing increasingly tight at the idea of seeing BB with that son of a bitch draped all over her. What the fuck did he want with her anyway?
Kate hooked her arm through mine as we walked through the door of the event room in the hotel that was holding the banquet. It was being held at the Lowry. It's a very luxurious hotel with a glass front and a huge event room for occasions such as these.
The room itself is jammed with round tables with white tablecloths and blue velvet chairs surrounding them. A huge projector screen is set up for the usual clips and photos that get displayed at such an event.
I was already bored.
"Try cracking a smile, Ed, for fuck's sake. The press is here and you have been doing so well. Don't let them write you up as a miserable sod after all that hard work," Kate teases.
"The press is here? At a football writer's banquet? Well I, for one, am shocked. Where's the security around here?" I taunt her sarcastically.
"Very fucking funny, Edward. Let's go get us a drink before I dig my heel into your especially precious feet."
I laugh and lead the way to the bar. I greet and shake hands with various press, club, league people and players and introduce Kate to them all. She bats her eyelashes at Gareth Barry and I feel sick. Not because I'm jealous, but because someone I actually like as a person and want in my life is flirting with a fucking Man shitty player right in front of my Goddamned face. It's fucking wretched. I give him a scathing look and he just smiles innocently.
"Masen," he greets me with a nod.
"How's it going, Barry?" I ask as politely as I can to someone who voluntarily opted to pay for the sky blue twatwaffles.
"Much better now, I'm at a club that has a bit of money to back its ambition."
Yeah. That. Those jammy son's of a bitch got backed by some majorly fucking loaded sheik or something like that. I really wasn't paying attention when the news broke. Was more than likely balls deep in some hopeless WAG wannabe while the television detailed the takeover.
"Yeah, well it takes more then a few extra pounds and pence to bring home the silver. This may come as a shock, but you also need to have a touch of skill and a half decent manager," I tell him.
He looks rather pissed. I mentally pat myself on the back. There's no better past time to me then reminding those bastards who the kings are.
"Fuck you, Masen," he seethes.
I chuckle and head to the bar. Kate lingers, talking to Barry still. I give her a sarcastic wave and she finally takes the fucking hint and joins me. The stupid bint.
I order a bottle of Cristal thinking that we may as well make a night of it if I'm going to have to put up with the double fuckery of Swan coming here with a Chelsea player and Kate flirting with a Man shitty prat right in front of me. Clearly the concept of loyalty was lost on these women.
"Masen!" I hear a familiar booming voice call to me from the other end of the bar.
Emmett and Rose are here looking every bit the media darlings Rose would like them to be.
She's dressed in a floor length red gown and Emmett's wearing a tux complete with bow tie. I'm not sure where my sister and Jazz are.
Rose and Emmett make their way over to Kate and me, and the women immediately break away and start nattering about God knows what.
"Kate?" Emmett questions, cocking a manly eyebrow. "Interesting choice, mate."
"She was the lesser of two evils," I defend. "The other evil being some little bitch that actually wants to get in my pants and bank account."
"I'm confused. Isn't that just your type?" Emmett asks.
I think about that for a minute. Yes I guess last year I wouldn't have thought twice about bringing someone like that and now I see Kate as the only alternative to what I actually want. Crave even.
And just on cue, I see her. She walks in arm in Goddamn arm with that tosser and she looks amazing. Utterly bloody gorgeous. How dare she show up here with him looking like that?
My dick peeks out for a look and pouts again. He glares at Liam and runs a finger across his throat, giving him the universal sign for 'you're fucking dead'. I don't bother to tell him Liam can't see. He needs to vent his frustrations.
Alice and Jasper are trailing after her and it seems my sister is another woman in my life that has forgotten where her loyalty lies.
This shit is ridiculous.
I see Jasper, who is wearing some God awful red suit and bow tie. I have no idea what the fuck he was thinking when he left the house in that.
I raise a questioning brow at him and he points at my sister and Bella and their dresses and hair dos. I figure he's trying to say that maybe they got ready together or some shit. Idiot completely missed the fact I was wondering what the hell he's wearing.
Whatever.
"Hello, big brother," Alice sings as she kisses me on the cheek. "Try to behave," she whispers in my ear and I know exactly what she's getting at. I nod and tell her how pretty she looks.
"Hello, Edward," comes the voice of the woman who owns me.
I look her up and down, give her a tight-lipped smile and turn my attention to Kate. I can't bring myself to be nicer then that with him hanging off her.
She doesn't say anything, but I feel her eyes burning into my back and I fight against everything in me that tells me to turn back round and tell her how beautiful she looks.
We enjoy a wonderful dinner and are treated to an array of press clippings and awards are handed out. I won one last year and celebrated by getting fucked in everyway possible.
I clap and smile at the right the time, but my mind and eyes are on the other table. Kate knows. Liam knows and I'm pretty sure Bella can feel my eyes burning into her.
A few more drinks and guest speakers later it's time to actually fucking enjoy ourselves. Kate suggests that we dance and I agree, but only because I see Liam and Bella make their way to the dance floor and I need to make sure that bastard keeps his hands strictly north of the border.
They're playing some kind of slow number. I don't recognize it, but Kate takes my hand and leans into me as we move to the music.
I manage to maneuver us so we are dancing right beside BB and the wanker.
BB notices and rolls her eyes and I just flash her a cocky smile. She blushes and looks away.
That's right, baby. I'm the only fucker that can make you squirm.
I'm watching her and I see she's not really into dancing with him, but he's completely oblivious and goes to move his hand down to her ass.
Not. Fucking. Happening.
I 'accidentally' lose my footing and fall into them.
"What the fuck, Edward?" Kate whispers harshly.
"I'm sorry. I guess I had more to drink than I thought. Sorry, Bella," I say with a smirk.
She shakes her head at me. "Just don't make a dick out of yourself with the press here, Edward," she tells me. Always the fucking agent.
"Whatever, Swan," I laugh.
"You're a knob, Masen," Liam sneers at me.
"Yeah, that may be. At least I'll be a knob with a few medals next May which is a fuck load more then I can say for you."
"Edward, just stop," Bella says with a glare.
"You fucking stop. This is bullshit!" I snap.
I'm still dancing with Kate and she's looking at me and back at Bella and tossface and her and Liam share an uncomfortable look.
"Perhaps if you and your agent here need to talk we could swap dance partners for a while," Kate suggests and is approaching Liam before I can argue.
I don't make a fuss. A few minutes of holding Bella close to me is more than I could have hoped for. I look down at my dick and tell him to behave himself. He tells me he can't be held responsible for anything that may happen in the next few minutes and straightens his bowtie with a smile.
Bella tentatively walks to me and I extend my hand and she places hers in mine. How she could think this is wrong when just her touch ignites every Goddamn thing inside of me I will never know.
A song starts playing and I immediately recognize it as that stupid Roxanne song from Moulin Rouge.
Looks like BB and I are going to Tango.
I suppress a laugh at the stupidity. My dick is practicing his Tango moves and looks like he's going to do a better job than me.
We start to dance, the almost angry beat of the music fueling the intensity between us.
"What the fuck was this supposed to be proving anyway?" I ask her. No longer able to hide my fucking disgust at her choice of date.
I turn and glide us across the dance floor. Arms extended…tango style.
"Proving? I didn't realize I needed to prove anything to you, Edward."
We turn and Tango the other way.
"Pull the other one, Swan. Your ice princess shit isn't going to work anymore. Have you forgotten what happened outside the locker room?" I retort.
I lean her back and ghost my nose across her neck. She shivers.
"No, I haven't forgotten. In fact, your mind fucking with me isn't going to work. I'm not one of your 'wags' like your blonde you've been hanging on all night."
I pull her tighter to me.
"Kate? A WAG? You think Kate is my girl? That's wrong, Swan. Wrong and just gross."
We Tango across the floor again.
"Why the fuck is that gross? Are you opposed to fucking now?" BB asks
"I'm opposed to fucking my cousin. Other people...not so much."
Turn.
"You'll never change," she mumbles
"I already have. If you stopped trying to push me away for five fucking minutes you might have realized that."
"Pushing you away! What do you expect? You're just playing me, one more notch on your bedpost. I don't mean anything to you. I'm just the ice queen, remember?"
"Fuck's sake, Swan. Will you keep your voice down? And for the record I expect you to see the changes I've made. For you. I might have a few notches on the post, Isabella, but you're the only one who I'll ever care about."
She looks stunned for a moment. I lean her back again.
"You can't mean that," she stutters.
"You think I don't mean that?" I ask her. "Feel this," I say pushing my hard on against her. "You do this to me just by being in the same room."
She sighs heavily.
"Edward, I've been in this situation before. It doesn't end well. You'll cheat or leave in the end. My heart can't take being broken again."
Turn and glide.
"Don't you fucking dare put me in the same fucking league with him. I am not him. I wouldn't do that to you. Do you know what's really fucked up about this? You just don't see me at all. You see nothing and you know nothing about me except what your cold, closed off heart wants to see." I'm fuming.
"I don't know you? I know everything about you. I know that you love food, especially my curry dishes. I know that you have a soft spot for those older guys in that home. I know that you are more loyal than anyone I have ever met, and I know that you love soccer more than anything else in the world," she says.
"Okay, so you do know something's about me. But you don't know everything. I want you to, though. Just stop fighting this, Bella."
She says nothing, but just turns and walks away.
I don't see her for about ten minutes, but when I do I see that she is leaving.
With him.
Well fuck.
~Go United • Go United • Go United • Go United~
Agentella's POV
As soon as I spot Edward, my nerves electrify my body and I just want to throw up at the sight of him and another woman.
What the fuck, Swan? You've negotiated with the big dogs. Pull yourself together!
With Alice and Jasper behind us, we move into the room and towards Edward. Liam leads with my arm in his, but everything feels off touching him.
As we approach, Rosalie comes over to say hello.
"Hi, Bella. Wow, that dress looks amazing on you," she sweetly says.
"Thanks, you look wonderful too," I answer.
She leans in to give me a small hug before whispering in my ear, "He's going to go crazy for you."
"Who?" I ask.
She pulls back and smiles, leaving my question unanswered. I turn my attention to Edward who is hugging Alice.
I take a deep breath and speak to him, "Hello, Edward." All I get in return is a half attempt at a smile before he turns his attention back to his 'date.'
Glaring at Edward, I have to hold down the bile that is trying to escape my body from the sight of Edward and this woman. Not knowing why makes me more nervous than I was before.
Liam senses my discomfort, leads me away and I mingle a bit before sitting down for dinner. The meal I assume was delicious, what little of it I ate. I try to eat, but I somehow I manage contain more butterflies from the feeling of Edward's glare on me as I sit at this table.
Trying to interact with the others at my table proves to help distract me though.
"Are you alright?" Liam asks leaning over, draping his arm over the back of my chair.
"Yes, why wouldn't I be?"
"You seem a little nervous. For a sports agent, I would expect that this is more of your arena and that you would be relaxed," he explains.
"I'm probably just tired. I've been working very hard and long hours with Edward."
He gives me a soft smile and rubs my shoulder once before returning it to the back of my chair. I relax a little, and enjoy my dessert.
As the meal ends and the speakers are done, Liam asks me to dance.
He's sweet, but I can't remember why on earth I said yes to coming with him this evening.
Because you want to make a certain someone jealous?
'Why on earth would I need to make Edward jealous?' I argue.
Because you care for him and you need him.
'He'll just break my heart,' I tell my inner monologue.
My thoughts are broken as Liam moves me around the dance floor. Edward and his date are dancing as well and I see out of the corner of my eye them moving closer to where we are. I focus on Liam but before I know it, Edward is practically running us down.
He apologizes but I glare at him before sneering at him, "Just don't make a dick out of yourself with the press here, Edward."
Quick words are spoken between Liam and Edward and I just want to smack Edward for making an ass of himself for no apparent reason.
Then his date suggests that we talk. Just fucking great.
Before I know it, we have swapped partners and Edward and I are embraced and dancing a tango.
We dance and we argue as he explains who Kate is.
I can feel him, his arms strong, supporting me, as his hands grasp me, pulling me closer with each turn. With each movement of his toned body, mine ignites with unending fire.
Our conversation is making me more confused about our 'relationship'. I'm still having a hard time believing that he wants more from me than just to get me into bed.
Then, he rubs his hard cock against me, and I just want to melt into the floor.
Oh, my, fucking, God. He is driving me mad.
Everything feels so right, his hands on my body. And then his words of disappointment from my words comparing him to Black.
'But he's not Black. How many times do I have to tell you this!' My inner monologue yells at me.
My words leave my mouth, telling him how much I know about him. Silently I'm telling him that I want him. But I don't think he understands.
Hell, I don't even understand!
Then words falling from his lips that make me want to run.
And I do, fleeing, leaving him on the dance floor looking even more disappointed.
Not sure where to turn, feeling as everyone was watching us, I don't want to make a scene, so I run to the one place that I know that he won't follow me, the bathroom.
Entering the bathroom, I immediately enter a stall and lock myself in. I take a seat and start taking deep breaths, willing my body to calm down and my mind to just go blank or numb.
It's not working, his words, playing over and over in my head.
He's not Black, he wants me to know him, he wants me.
I can't think about this here, I need to leave. I need someplace quiet to think.
I finally leave the stall and after washing my hands, I check my face and see the shell of someone I once knew. Why can't I open myself up to Edward?
I shake my head of the thoughts as someone else enters the bathroom. Turning to exit, I come face to face with the strawberry blond that is Edward's 'date', Kate.
"Hi, Bella," she sweetly addresses me.
"You must be Kate. I'm sorry I didn't get a chance to talk with you earlier," I answer.
"No problem. Are you alright?" she sweetly asks.
Before I can answer, she takes my elbow and leads me over to the plush red velvet couch near the door, pulling me to sit down next to her.
"I'm fine. Edward just likes to fight me on everything these days," I explain.
"Yes, Edward can be a twat," she adds.
We laugh a little and I relax a little as Kate moves her hand to rub my back.
My gaydar turns on from the simple touch of her hand. Oh my.
I try not to overact, but all I want to do is run out of the bathroom.
Great, can't I get a fucking break tonight?
"Edward can be very difficult to handle some times," I state trying to keep the conversation light.
"God, you're beautiful," I hear Kate mumble.
I take a deep breath, knowing that I need to get out of this bathroom as soon as possible, but I don't want to make a scene.
"I'm sure that Liam is waiting for me, so I better get back out there," I state loudly.
As I stand, so does she, moving her hand from my back to my shoulder, not letting me make my easy escape. My eyes grow wide. She leans forward to kiss me. I move back in order to refuse her advances. She stops.
Thank God!
"I'm sorry, I just thought I would give it a try," she whispers. "You never know who swings both ways these days. Besides, you are simply too tempting."
"I only swing one way, Kate."
"Yeah, I kinda figured that. You know that you should really give him a chance."
"Who?"
"Edward."
"It's not like that with Edward. He's my client," I retort.
"Yeah, and you're just his agent like I'm the queen," Kate jokes. "I've seen the way that he looks at you. He's barely taken his eyes off of you all night."
"Really? You could've fooled me."
"Yes, really. Why don't you just talk to him?" Kate suggests.
"I don't know about that, Kate."
"Just try, for Edward. Sometimes he needs to be led to follow."
I give her a soft smile and say goodbye before leaving the bathroom. Liam is waiting for me and let's me approach him.
"Is everything okay? Edward is such a wanker. If I had known that he would have acted that way to you during that dance, I would have never…" his voice trails off.
"I'm fine, just tired. Could you take me back to my hotel, please?" I quietly ask.
He nods and let's me take his arm to escort me out. I don't look for Edward, but I can feel his gaze on me this time. I know it's him that is burning holes in my skin.
The ride back to my hotel is quiet and I give Liam a small kiss on the cheek before thanking him for the evening.
"I'm sorry about ending the evening so short," I explain.
"Not a problem. But I would like to see you again. You would like to have dinner sometime?" Liam asks.
Trying not to grimace, either from the fact that I am definitely not attracted to Liam or the fact that I realize that I would rather have dinner with Edward for the rest of my life, I start to shake my head no in response.
"I figured as much," I hear Liam whisper to himself.
We smile at each other and I let the doorman open my door and help me out. I wave and enter the hotel, ride the elevator to my room, shutting and locking the door.
I walk further into the room and place my purse on the table, sighing to myself about what a fucked up situation I have gotten myself into.
Reaching the couch to sit down, there is a loud banging on the door.
"Bella!" Edward yells from the other side.
Instead of sitting down, I pause in mid-sitting action, shocked and panicked at the same time.
"Bella!" Edward yells again after a few minutes.
I finally will my body to move and walk over to the door, placing my hand on the cool wood.
"Go home, Edward."
"No, not until you talk to me," he demands.
"What in the hell do you want to talk about, Edward?"
"Us," I hear him almost whisper.
I'm silent, holding my hand on the door, pushing against it, keeping it closed, but wanting nothing more than to rip it open and crash my body to his.
"I'm not leaving until you talk to me," he lowers his voice, almost stating the fact to himself.
I finally let go of the door and walk back over the couch and sit down. There are no sounds from the other side of the door.
My mind is going a mile a minute, thinking of all the pros and cons of opening that door. I continue to sit, letting my mind word as I stare at the silent door.
The light starts to creep into the darkness of the night sky, indicating that morning is coming. A wave of panic hits me that he has left, and given up on wanting to talk to me.
Standing quick I walk briskly over to the door. Grabbing the handle I take a deep breath for the leap that I'm about to take.
Opening the door, I find Edward sitting on the floor next to the door. He looks up to see me, jumps up and faces me, smiling.
He looks tired, and for the first time I notice his clothing. He's more than appetizing in a black suit, but he has pulled the skinny tie loose and unbuttoned a little at the neck.
His hair looks like a runway at the airport with consistent streaks from his fingers running over and over again.
I react, leap towards him, crashing my body and mouth to his.
Holy fuck!
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