It was about 2 AM when Edward dropped me off, laughing a little as he reminded me that I owed him a redo on our date night. I agreed and made my way inside, dragging myself up the stairs only to collapse in my bed fully clothed.
When I stirred the next morning my phone was buzzing incessantly, alerting me that it wanted to be checked. I rubbed at my eyes and lifted the phone above my head, careful not to drop it directly on my face.
Ten missed calls. Ten voicemails. Twenty two text messages.
"What the fuck?" I groaned, going for the voicemails first. My blood ran cold as I saw the number, recognizing Jacob's cell phone number instantly.
"I need coffee for this." I sighed and left the phone on the bed while I switched into a pair of sweats and a tank top. My hair was a ratty mess that I would have to deal with later, so I pulled it into a low ponytail, grabbed the phone and made my way to the kitchen. While the coffee brewed I dialed my voicemail, leaning against the counter as the first message played.
"Bellaa," he slurred. "Call me back. We need to talk."
"Why aren't you answering? You're not still with him are you? It's 2 in the morning!"
"Bellllaaaaa can I come over?"
"You whore I bet you're fucking him aren't you. Were you cheating on me?!"
"Bella baby I'm sorry, please call me."
"Bella you've known me your whole life, don't just ignore me."
Rolling my eyes I deleted the rest without listening, and moved to the text messages instead. The first fifteen of them came from Jacob's number, with messages similar to his voicemails. Four of them were Alice demanding to know how my date was. Two of them were Edward, one saying he hoped I slept well—I did. The second was only from an hour ago, and simply said "Good morning." I smiled a little at that and responded a quick "Morning!" before going back to my inbox. The last one was from my dad, telling me to call him when I had a chance.
I sent a quick text over to Alice, letting her know I'd stop by in a little while. I knew calling my dad could be a headache—we hadn't talked much since my split with Jacob. It wasn't that he didn't support me, it's that he couldn't stop talking about how disappointed in Jacob he truly was.
"Hello?" Charlie's voice rang through the phone.
"Hi Daddy."
"Oh hey Bells, glad you called. I spoke to Jacob this morning!" He sounded excited, why the fuck did he sound excited.
"Okay….?"
"Bells, he split with Victoria and wants you back, isn't that great? A lawyer! I know he had some indiscretions but Bells, he's ready to be a good husband to you. I talked to him for over an hour and I know this would be the right decision."
"Dad. That isn't going to happen. We're divorced and that's how it'll stay. Jacob is just doing this because he ran into me on a date last night."
"A date?! Bella you've only been divorced for what.. seven months—isn't this too early?"
"Really, dad!? He's been with Victoria all this time—but me going on a date now is too soon? I don't want to talk about this anymore. It's not going to happen. Sorry to disappoint you." I quickly hung up before he could offer me anymore "advice" and left the phone on the counter. After showering and detangling the mess that was my hair I threw on a loose pair of jeans, a gray fitted hoodie, and a pair of sneakers. I grabbed my phone from the kitchen to show Alice, and made my way over to her place.
"This is fucking ridiculous!" She was yelling, after looking at all the texts. I had already informed her of the voicemails and the conversation with my dad. To say Alice was livid was an understatement. The fact that my dad could even suggest me going back to a man that cheated on me just because he was financially stable and my dad was best friends with Jacob's dad.
"I could ring Charlie's fucking neck for telling you that! Bella, I'm so sorry. I don't know how he could possibly suggest that. But…" she turned to me, grinning a little. "It is pretty fucking spectacular that Jacob is realizing what a huge idiot he is. Even better that he saw you with Edward." She giggled and leaned back against the couch, folding her legs under her.
"Edward got so protective too! And Alice, he was such a sweetheart last night—listening to all that shit about Jacob and the fucking cake? So so good—like.. otherworldly kinda good."
"What are you going to do about Jacob?"
"Absolutely nothing. Probably block his phone number at the most, but I'm definitely not entertaining this new dose of crazy he's exhibiting."
"That's probably for the best, you don't need to get roped back into the "best friend" position. He's manipulative and sneaky, Bella. Just be careful." She wrapped an arm around my shoulder and pulled me close, hugging me tightly. I knew she was right— Jacob could be incredibly charming when he needed to be, but nothing he could say would make me forget those months. Or that image of him and Victoria that stayed permanently engraved in my brain.
"I wonder what happened with Victoria?"
"I was actually wondering that too. He told my dad he "dumped" her but I sort of doubt it—ya know?"
"Yeah, I highly doubt that happened. Guys don't "dump" Victoria Crane. She finds something more appealing to her and moves on. Bitch is a total man eater."
Our day went on with a lot of immature shit talking, and a few more missed calls from Jacob. Around six Edward called me, asking if he could take me out for pizza and I readily agreed. I made my way home and considered changing, but decided to keep my outfit on. If he could handle all of last night, he could definitely handle me slumming it a little. I put on a quick dab of makeup and left my hair down. When my doorbell rang I opened the door with a huge smile, only to be met with Jacob's frowning face.
"What the fuck are you doing here?!" I yelled, shoving him out of my doorway and down the first step.
"You weren't answering me, Bella. I told you I needed to talk to you."
"Not happening, I don't owe you anything Jacob and I want you to leave." I crossed my arms over my chest, gasping when he grabbed my arm.
"You're going to talk to me, Bella." He gritted between clenched teeth, his eyes flaring with anger.
"No. She isn't." Within seconds Jacob's hand was pulling away from me and his body was stumbling backwards down the last steps. My eyes widened as I watched Edward shove him to the ground, his fist balled tightly.
"You're real fucking lucky I don't think it's polite to fight in front of a woman, because I'd love to fucking smash your head against the fucking step right now. Don't you ever fucking touch her again." His voice was low and commanding, his eyes never leaving Jacob's body as he moved up the steps and pulled me into his side. Jacob stood quickly and looked him over, his chest heaving with deep breaths.
"This has nothing to do with you. This is between me, and Bella."
"With all due respect, there is no "you and Bella" you gave that up when you made the stupidest mistake of your life. So fuck off, and leave her alone." Edward pulled me down the steps and past Jacob, opening the passenger door to his car. I slid in, my jaw hanging at the last few minutes of events. I wasn't sure how the hell I was supposed to respond to this situation, or what I was going to do about Jacob's sudden determination.
Edward was pulling away from the curb as I stared at Jacob, noting that he didn't seem upset—he just seemed angry. The look he was giving me sent chills up my spine—something I had never experienced with him.
"What a fucking tool. Bella—could he be dangerous to you? I don't like the idea of him showing up or putting his hands on you like that." Edward reached over and pulled my hand into his, as if he needed to touch me. I laced my fingers with his and looked over to him, noticing that he physically seemed to relax a little.
"I don't think Jacob could ever hurt me—we grew up together. But I've honestly never seen him this mad. I don't know what's going on with him." I shrugged, looking back out the window. I idly recognized that Edward's thumb was rubbing small circles over my hand but my mind was somewhere else. That look Jacob had given me was etched in my mind, and worry was seeping in quickly. When the car came to a stop I looked up, laughing loudly when the large mouse logo came into sight.
"You really took me to a chuck-e-cheese?" I grinned, looking over at him.
"They have pizza, and you could use some fun." He winked and pulled me out of the car, pushing me towards the main door. For the next three hours we played a billion terrible arcade games, ate two large pizzas, and picked out a ton of ridiculous prizes from the prize counter. When we walked out Edward stopped us in front of the car, his eyes staring into mine as he spoke.
"I want you to come home with me. I don't feel comfortable leaving you at home with the way he was acting earlier." The sincerity and worry that I could see so plainly on his face was heartwarming, but I also registered that his worry might be well placed. I nodded without responding and slipped into the car. I didn't know what I would do going forward, but not having to worry about it for tonight seemed comforting enough.
When we arrived at his place we went through the familiar lobby, but a different energy surrounded us. Edward smiled, holding my hand loosely, offering a small wave to the doorman. When we stepped out of the elevator he picked me up and through me over his shoulder, my squeals filling the hallway as he carried me to his door. Once we were inside he sat me on top of his kitchen counter and slid between my thighs, his fingers skimming over my jaw.
"I don't want anything to happen to you." He sighed, licking his lips as his eyes found mine.
"I don't think anything is going to happen to me in this secure fortress of yours." I chuckled, kissing his fingertips. He growled playfully and leaned in, his lips meeting mine in a fierce, desire-filled kiss. I locked my legs around his waist, giggling against his mouth as he picked me up, carrying me to what I now knew as his bedroom. He tossed me down on his bed and jumped on me, his lips finding mine again as I wrapped my limbs around him, pulling him closer to me. We rolled and laughed, kissing each other's lips, jaws, chins, cheeks, necks. We were so utterly blissful together, and I didn't want to let the feeling go. When we stopped to take a breath I sat on top of him, my thighs straddling his waist.
"I don't want to move to fast, Bella. I don't want you running off again." He groaned, though I could see his fingers were aching to touch me.
"I'm not going anywhere." I promised, knowing I wouldn't be running again. He smiled a little and sat up, keeping me in his lap as his fingers skimmed the edge of my hoodie, pulling it over my head. I mirrored his actions, tossing his shirt behind me. He shifted me onto the bed for a moment so that he could unbuckle my jeans, pulling them and my panties off in a quick motion, leaving me in just my bra. I arched a brow and eyed his jeans, licking my lips as I tugged at them.
"Off." I murmured, smiling as he quickly pushed them down, kicking them off his legs. I could see the outline of his cock straining against his boxers. Without another thought I reached out and slipped my fingers into the edge of the material, pulling it down slowly while my eyes stayed on his. He wrapped his arms around me and pulled me back into his lap, his cock teasingly pressing against my ass. His fingers slid down my stomach hovering above the place I needed him the most. He pressed his lips against mine slowly, his fingers slipping past my clit, my back arching at his sudden touch.
"Fuck, you're so wet." He groaned against my lips, pulling his hand away from me. Before I could protest he was lifting me again, his cock slipping into me slowly. I gasped and rocked my hips against him; my head leaning back as I slid down his full length. He hissed quietly, his hands grasping my hips firmly. I slipped my hands up to his shoulders, gripping them as I lifted my hips, coming down slowly again as I felt myself wrapping around his thick cock.
This was unlike anything we had done before. There was something about the way he was clinging to me, the way he was taking his time… it was overloading my senses and I felt like I was getting lost in him.
I could feel myself trembling with need, and each time I tried to go faster, he'd ground my hips against his, stopping me. I whimpered and dug my nails into him, my lips pressing against his ear as I begged him to fuck me but he shook his head and chuckled before mumbling "That isn't what you need right now."
He wrapped his arms around me fully and pulled me back until I was lying on top of him, my thighs pressed tightly against his hips. He kissed me slowly as he slid his cock in and out of me at a breathtakingly slow pace. He would push all the way in, his tip grazing that perfect spot before it was suddenly gone, pulling himself completely out. I buried my face in his neck, moaning as he continued his torturous pace. I reached down, sliding my hand between our bodies, my fingers pressing against my clit. The second I touched myself he growled and pulled my hand from my body, pinning it behind my back. He began to shove his cock into me deeper, my voice going hoarse from the moans that were coming out of me. With each thrust he was taking me closer and closer to the edge, and I was coming undone right before his eyes.
"I want you to cum, Bella. Right now." He pressed his lips against mine, his tongue sliding over them slowly as he slammed into me roughly. I could feel myself tightening around him, my thighs trembling as I kissed him with everything I had. I had never understood the saying "I was seeing stars" until this moment. Edward had taken me into a completely different realm and I was spinning out. I vaguely was aware of him cumming, of the thin sheen of sweat that stuck to my skin, of his fingers sliding through my hair as his heart hammered in his chest.
"Bella..?" He said quietly, forcing me back to reality.
"Yeah?" I tilted my head, rising a little so I could look at him.
"You're okay, right?"
"I'm not leaving, Edward. Go to sleep."
