Hello again! Happy Thursday! ;P
I hope you enjoy this chapter…
A few points of consideration:
-This chapter does have quite a bit of swearing in it, so if you don't like that sort of thing, then you've been warned!
–Sorry I haven't updated for a while, I've had a crazy week so far. I will try and get the next chapter up soon!
–For those of you who don't know, the word 'shag' means fuck, hump, have sex with, sleep together, etc. I think someone mentioned to me once that this word is not used in America…?
–Disclaimer: I don't own.
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Bella's POV
I couldn't breathe properly, let alone speak, for a long while. Edward Cullen, hottest guy in this part of America and boss-extraordinaire, has asked me to come home with him.
He asked me to come home with him!!
Did it matter if he was my boss, and what we were about to do was not only clichéd but also maybe illegal or something?
I felt his hand slide down my arm and take my hand, squeezing it with the lightest of pressures. He was waiting for my answer, yet I could see in his eyes he already knew what it was to be. I couldn't help the adrenaline and excitement that rushed through my veins; all qualms about the wrongness of the boss/employee relationship had been pushed to the back of my mind.
"Bella?" he prompted, stroking my hand with his thumb and smiling that crooked smile that made me melt.
"Y-…yes!" I said, rather loudly, "Yes, I'd love to… come… home with you!"
Edward
chuckled. "Oh, and we never slept together in the first place. You
just fell asleep in your office and I took you home. Nothing happened
whatsoever."
"Wha—?" I started, but Edward interrupted.
"—But I fully intend to make up for that tonight."
I stared up into his eyes and they were backing up his words with a look of sincerity. I could also see a cheeky, masculine charm in them that made my face flush.
"Meet me outside in ten?" he whispered in his velvet voice.
I nodded, a big grin jumping onto my face. "See you then!" I squeaked, and then turned and ran.
I was going to find Alice and Rose, and tell them we never slept together in the first place!
Though put out that nothing had happened between us yet, I was secretly pleased. I had wanted my first time to be special, and being awake for it was essential for that purpose!
I couldn't remember what had got that thought into my head; all he had been doing was innocently taking me home after work. But then, how could anything done by Edward be innocent? Maybe I had thought he had taken advantage over me or something… but I knew his character better now. He would never do that.
"ROSE! ALICE!" I shouted as soon as I saw a glimpse of them, but when I got a proper look, I skid to a halt. My eyes popped.
Alice was sitting on the lap of a blonde guy who was droopy-eyed and sleepy. She herself was actually asleep, draped all over him, and his arms were securely around her as he watched her face…
…And Rose was chucking back shots like there was no tomorrow, next to a burly, curly-haired guy who was doing the same.
"What the hell?" I asked them, mindful of being quiet because Alice was asleep. "Who the hell are you?" I asked the guys.
The blonde guy didn't respond, just stared at me with lidded eyes. And the guy who was drinking raucously yelled out something that sounded like "CHUCK 'EM DOWN BABY!"
Had Alice and Rose agreed to this? Or had they just been basically unconscious and picked up by a couple of perverts?
I marched firmly forward, snatching the shot glass out of Rose's hand and pulling her out of her chair. She argued back with a wail of anger that was completely unintelligible; yet fell into a string of quiet mumblings after a couple of seconds. The guy she had been sitting with turned and reached out for Rose, but he was so drunk that he just slumped back onto the bar after a couple of seconds of tug-of-war with Rose's fingertips.
I then turned to Alice, and grabbed her hand. Startled awake, she stared up at me, murmured my name, and then closed her eyes again.
"Give her here, please," I said sternly to the guy who was holding her.
"Why?" he murmured, "I'm not doing her any harm."
Obviously he wasn't as out of it as the rest of them.
"Please," I said, "I know you may not be doing her any harm, but she needs to get home."
He looked up at me for a few seconds, and then said, "I suppose you're right. I should be getting home too. But can I at least have her number?"
"I don't give out my friend's numbers to any randomer I see!"
"Please," he said, his eyes widening until he looked like a little puppy. A little, harmless puppy.
"Alright," I said, "But if you try anything… freaky, with her, then I'll cut your balls right off. Understand?"
He nodded quickly.
"Give me your hand," I said sharply.
He paused, as if wondering if I was going to stab him with my pen, but then held his hand out to me.
I grabbed him by the wrist and scrawled our flat number on his arm, along with Alice's name.
"Thanks," he said, with a bright smile.
I surveyed him for a second, through narrowed eyes, and then decided he was okay. Well, physically more than okay… but he appeared to be a good man too.
He handed Alice over to me, and I supported her under the arms, while holding onto Rose with the other hand. I turned to go, then paused and turned back.
"You never told me your name," I said.
"It's Jasper," he answered, his teeth glittering. The effect was completely spoiled when he let out a little hiccup, and then clapped his hand over his mouth.
"And him?" I said, pointing my head towards the guy who Rose had been clinging onto, while I tried to hold back a giggle, "What's his name?"
"Emmett."
"Well, see ya, Jasper. And Emmett I guess too," I said, staring at the muscled guy who had passed out in his stool, "Though he looks pretty out of it. You better get him home."
"Uh huh," Jasper mumbled, but instead of making a move to help his friend, he turned back to the bar and fell asleep instead.
"For god's sake," I muttered to myself as I marched with my friends towards the bathrooms, "Do I have to mother everyone?"
In my urge to help my friends, I had completely forgotten about Edward and his offer to meet me in ten minutes.
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Once in the safety of the bathroom, I sat Alice and Rose on the floor. I grabbed some toilet paper, wet it under the sink, and dabbed it across their foreheads.
Rose was the first to wake up, though she was probably more drunk than Alice. She just could hold her drink better- she got drunk more often and she was bigger than Alice. I cringed to imagine what this was doing to their livers right now. I was so glad I hadn't drunk much.
"Whadd'ya doing Bella?" Rose mumbled.
"Trying to wake you up," I said, "If Alice doesn't wake up soon then I'm taking her to hospital."
That seemed to be the key word for Rose, because at once she jumped up off the ground. Unfortunately, she stumbled sideways and fell back down onto the floor again, moaning.
"My head hurts," she whined.
"Never," I said as I pushed her head between her knees.
I heard a small mumble from the side of me and noticed Alice was awake.
"Oh man," she whispered, "I shouldn't have drunk so much, should I?"
"Nope," I said, feeling rather smug. They were going to have killer hangovers in the morning.
"I need water," Alice croaked.
I helped her stand up and wash her hands, and then cup them together to drink from.
"I think I'm gonna be sick!" I heard Rose yell, and then there was a banging of stall doors and I heard retching sounds.
"Lovely," I muttered to myself. "What a perfect way to spend my night."
…to spend my night.
My night!
Shit! I forgot about Edward!
I cursed under my breath as Rose continued to barf up the contents of her stomach.
"That's right, let it all out," I said to her comfortingly, while internally I was beginning to feel frustrated.
I had wanted to tell Alice and Rose that in fact Edward and I had never slept together, but that he had just invited me over. I needed my friend's support, their enthusiasm, the eagerness for details, yet all they were giving me now was an urge to scream and run!
I couldn't leave them like this. Not in this state.
"Alice, not that you'd care," I said, "But Edward asked me to come home with him."
Her hands full of water froze on their way to her lips.
"Pardon?" She shouted, dropping the water and spinning to face me.
"Edward asked me home with him."
Alice's eyes widened, and then suddenly filled with a manic excitement.
"But Bella!" she yelled, "That's awesome! Amazing! What are you doing here with us then? GO, GO, GO, WOMAN!"
"I can't leave you two like this," I mumbled sadly.
"Don't be stupid!" she shouted, "I feel fine! Just jiffy!"
Then she proceeded to show me by walking towards the door, yet she twisted her ankle in her heels and went crashing to the floor with a thud.
"Ow!" she moaned. "Shit, that hurt!"
"Oh Alice!" I shouted, jumping down beside her. "Are you alright?"
Rose came tumbling out of the toilets behind me, wiping her mouth with a tissue. "Wha-ish-it?"
"My ankle!" Alice groaned.
"Fucking hell!" Rose said, "Look at that!"
She was pointing at a massive bump that was beginning to grow and tinge Alice's skin an angry pink.
"I'll get Edward," I said, "He can help me lift you. Wait here."
I went crashing out of the bathrooms and across the dance floor, only to run straight into a girl near the exit of the club.
"Sorry!" I shouted, stopping to steady her. And then I recognised her face. Jessica Stanley.
"Oh, Bella is it?" she snarled. "I saw you dancing with Edward."
I was struck dumb by her acidic tone.
"Why would you dance with a whore?" she snapped. "I didn't think you were that type of girl."
"What are you talking about?" I said, confused. Was she talking about Edward? And why did she say he was a whore?
Her voice became concerned, "You know, I wouldn't go there if I was you. Edward just blew me off tonight. He asked me out, and then we had sex in the back corridor, and then he ran straight off to dance with you. All men are like that. You think they like you, and then they run off and shag some other girl."
"Pardon?" I said, my eyebrows creasing with alarm. I had seen Edward all over Jessica earlier- it was obvious he came with her.
But I thought he wanted me!
"He asked me out at work," Jessica continued, "To come here. As soon as we got here almost, we went into a back corridor. And then… you know what happened…" her voice became low as she leaned closer to me, "And then he just ran off straight afterwards! Without saying a thing!"
My pained heart sank more with every word. Jessica Stanley… she had always been nice to me, a bit distant, but friendly. And I had seen her with Edward. She couldn't be lying; I'd seen it with my own eyes!
No! No! Please, not Edward.
I had been blown off by many men, but Edward? Was he the same as all those disgusting boys who only wanted one thing, and then they were off to some other girl when they got bored?
"No," I whispered. Not Edward.
"I'm so sorry, Bella," Jessica said in a sickly sweet voice. Her tone was smug- she was glad Edward had messed with me! She was glad that he had betrayed me, just because he hadn't chosen her! The selfish bitch! "He is a slag, and I'm sorry you were stupid enough to trust him. Don't you know he's slept with half the people in the office already?"
"Don't you fucking dare talk to me ever again," I hissed at Jessica.
"Aw, upset now?" she said in a babyish voice, "Sorry that perfect little Edward is really just like every other man? With a sexual drive that means he doesn't care a shit about who he's with, just how good they are in bed?"
"Shut your fucking mouth right now or you'll be swallowing your teeth," I snarled back at her.
"You are just a thick, insignificant little girl!" Jessica said, nudging me hard backwards, until I crashed back into the wall.
"Oh, you just crossed the line," I spat. My temper was roaring flames and I was beginning to see red. How dare she call me stupid? A stupid whore! What the fuck kind of stuck-up planet does she live on?
My teeth gritted and my jaw clenched in anger. I took my hand back, and slammed it as hard as I could manage into her face.
"Shite!" she screamed, doubling over. "You wanker!"
"You need a reality check," I growled, staring down at her. "Whatever you might think, the world does not revolve around you. You are just a brain-dead slut who doesn't give a shit about anything but next month's Gucci shoes."
"I am going to make you wish you never stepped through this fucking door," Jessica screamed after me, as I turned and stalked away from her.
My fists were clenched and felt like iron. My knuckles were throbbing a little from the impact, but it felt good. A rush had shot through me as soon as my fist had connected with her face, and I wasn't about to give up my anger just yet.
I was off to find Edward- the bastard who started this.
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