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Chapter 9:
I vaguely remember my alarm clock going off and I vaguely remember turning it off. So when I woke up at 8:45 in the morning, my first thought was 'I'm going to be late'!
I threw the covers off and ran into the shower. I hastily washed my hair and went to grab my coconut body wash but it reminded me too much of Edward, without realizing what I was doing I threw it out of the shower. I grabbed my Philosophy Sugar Chick instead. I quickly lathered up my body, rinsed off and washed my face. I jumped out of the shower and dried my body as I ran back to my room. I looked at the clock, it was 8:55. I needed to hurry!
I slept horribly last night. I was up practically up every hour because I was having the strangest dreams but when I try to remember what they were about, I draw a blank. God, I'm so tired.
I put on a black lace bra and matching panties and grabbed the clothes that were on my floor, it was the outfit I wore to the bar last night but whatever. I threw my wet hair up on the top of my head and wrapped it up in a tight bun. I ran down the hallway and quickly brushed my teeth.
I ran back into my room and threw on my leather thigh high boots. I grabbed a leopard print scarf from my closet and wrapped it around my neck a couple times, letting the tails hang down in the front. I looked in the mirror quickly and shuddered. I looked like death. I didn't have time to put on a full face of makeup, so I grabbed some tinted moisturizer and rubbed it all over my face. It did nothing to disguise the bags under my eyes but whatever. I grabbed the pair of Chanel sunglasses that I splurged on recently, I was thankful they took up my half my face, slid them on, grabbing my purse and phone as I ran out the door.
I ran the whole way to the subway, and once I reached Gramercy, I ran the whole way to Starbucks. I got Edward's drink and ordered myself a Venti coffee with two shots of espresso. I looked at my phone while I was waiting for the coffee, it was 9:45. Phew, I was able to take a breath.
I walked out of Starbucks towards Edward's building and I was bombarded by a group of three men who started taking pictures of me. They all started yelling at the same time:
"Is that her?" one man said.
"It's defiantly her!" a second man said.
"Miss, what's your name?" The first guy said.
"Do you feel guilty about taking another woman's man?" a third guy said.
"What's your relationship with Edward?" the second guy said.
I froze. I didn't know what to do. The paparazzi blockaded me from entering the building. I felt an arm grab me and I was pulled into the building. I looked to see who my savior was and it was Edward's door man. "Thank you" I managed to get out.
"I'm just sorry I didn't get there sooner, they've been hanging out here all morning" the doorman said. I walked towards the elevator with shaky legs, that whole experience really freaked me out. Why haven't these guys left me alone yet? Does this mean I'm going to be on the cover of the Post again? Oh my God! I look like crap!
I walked into Edward's apartment and he was on the phone, he immediately hung up and ran over to me, grabbing my shoulders "Are you alright? Did they hurt you? I'm so sorry Bella." He sounded furious, concerned and frightened all wrapped up in one. His eyes were looking over me as if he was checking to make sure all my parts were in the right place.
I pulled myself out of Edward's grasp; his concern was making me forget that I was supposed to hate him. I sat down in the chair next to the elevator. "I'm fine. I'm just a little shook up, I guess. Why are they still interested in me? Didn't one of you do something scandalous yet?" I handed him his coffee and took off my sunglasses, shoving them in my bag.
Edward studied my face, a little too long. "What are you looking at?" I snapped.
He seemed worried and kneeled down so he was looking up at me, he set his coffee next to him and rested his hands on my knees. "Bella, what's wrong? I don't want you to take this the wrong way, but you look horrible." Gee thanks.
I suddenly had the urge to punch him in his beautiful face. Of course I don't look good. I had a wonderful evening with you, well I think I did at least, and then you tell me you regret it and then I have the whole country thinking I'm some huge slut. Does he expect that to make me feel good?
"Well it's kind of hard to be all sunshine and lollipops when the whole country thinks you're a whore, so sorry if I don't look up to your standards right now, Mr. Cullen" It was a little aggressive but I needed him to stop pretending like he cared because I was starting to believe him.
He looked like I slapped him. Before he could say anything else I asked "So, what do you need me to do today?" I took a sip of my coffee.
He stood up, wiping his palms on his hands. "I'm sorry. I guess I'm just use to the media and I forget that you have never been under their microscope before. I'm going to call my publicist today and have her make a statement. Hopefully it will get the attention off of you." He was pacing back and forth, he reminded me of the tigers at the Bronx Zoo.
I stood up, picking his coffee up off the ground and handed it to him as a peace offering "Thank you." I said. "So what do you want me to do? You're leaving tomorrow so I'm sure you have a lot of loose ends that need to be tied up." I instantly regretted my choice of words because all I could think about was Edward tying me up and ravishing me. I needed to stop that kind of thinking, pronto!
He stopped pacing and looked at me "Well, I did want you to go pick up some boxes so I could start packing but I'm not letting you leave, those scavengers are probably outside waiting for you. I'll call Emmett and have him get them. Meanwhile you can just help me start packing, I guess…."
Lovely. I was going to be trapped inside this apartment with Edward all day. I'd rather battle the paparazzi than battle my desire to stop hating him. "Ok. Do you want breakfast first or something?" I wasn't ready to be so close to him just yet.
"Yeah. Sure" he said.
I was starving since I didn't have time to eat anything this morning. "Ok. You go start packing and I'll make breakfast, I'll call you when it's ready." I hope he'd take the hint that I didn't want to be around him. I felt slightly guilty for being so rude to him but I just couldn't be next to him. There was this electricity between us and I already felt myself warming up to him.
He stalked off towards his room, mumbling to himself.
I grabbed my phone out of my bag and opened up Pandora. I needed something to lift my mood so I listened to David Guetta radio. I was dancing away while I started cooking
Edward's POV:
I was in my room, pacing back and forth. I couldn't believe how cold she was towards me. She was the one who rejected me, so shouldn't I be the one who is pissed at her? Why is it the other way around? I mean I already apologized to her for our picture being taken. I don't think I'll ever forgive myself for not having security escort her into the car, so I could walk out alone. If I would have just done that, our picture wouldn't have made front page news.
I keep replaying that night over and over in my head. She is just so fresh and adorable, so unlike all the stuck up bitches in New York and LA, and then she turned out to be this freak in the sheets. It was something totally unexpected and I still get hard thinking about her touching herself, tasting her, how wet I made her. God damn it! I threw a vase against the wall and it shattered.
How could I fuck this up? I knew once we got into the car that those pictures were going to be in the press the next day. Why didn't I call my publicist right away and set the record straight, kill the story before it even got the chance to be turned into news? I've been kicking myself over and over all weekend about it. If I would have just been proactive about the situation I wouldn't have had to sneak out of her apartment in the morning to do damage control. God, I really fucked this up.
Now, I'll never be able to make this up to her because I agreed to go to LA and be in that fucking movie. FOR THREE MONTHS. I stormed into my closet throwing my clothes everywhere. I don't even want to do this goddamn movie. I thought maybe if I told her I was leaving for LA that she would give me some kind of indication that she didn't want me to go. Her facial expressions always give her away but I got nothing; she was actually excited for me, she wanted me to leave. So I did what she wanted me to, I called my agent after she left and told him I would do the movie. Once again, I fucked things up. That was my third strike and now I'm out.
I heard a knock on my door "WHAT!" I yelled.
"Um. Edward? Your breakfast is ready…" I heard Bella's voice, she sounded nervous.
Oh shit. I forgot she was cooking breakfast. I'm not even hungry anymore. I stood there in my closet, pinching the bridge of my nose, taking deep breaths, trying to calm myself down. Once I felt like I wasn't going to break anything else, I walked out into the kitchen.
Bella was sitting at the breakfast bar, eating a piece of toast with jelly on it. How did she manage to look so sexy eating toast? "Sorry about yelling at you. I'm just stressed about the move." I lied, I couldn't tell her why I was really mad.
"It's ok" she said pointing to the plate next to her "I made you an omelet with mozzarella and toast. Sorry, it's the only breakfast thing I can cook" she smiled shyly.
"It's ok. I love omelets" I heard myself say. I actually hate eggs but if she made it, I'll eat every last bite. I took my seat next to her and as soon as I sat down, she stood up and walked into the kitchen. I guess being around me makes her uncomfortable. Fanfuckingtastic.
"So, Miss Swan, what else can you cook?" I asked as I took a bite of my eggs. I gagged a little bit and I was instantly thankful she wasn't sitting next to me.
I heard her laugh in the kitchen "Um...I really only know how to make Italian food, it's all my mother ever made when I was growing up and all she taught me how to make" she walked back out and stood on the other side of the breakfast bar, facing me.
"Well, it's a shame I'm leaving tomorrow because you can make a mean omelet, I'm a little disappointed I won't get to try any of your other cooking." I looked up at her.
She looked uncomfortable and changed the subject. "So, did you call Emmett about the boxes?" she sounded sad.
"Um. I actually didn't get to it yet." I was too busy having a temper tantrum in my bedroom.
"You know, I can go out and get them, doesn't this building have a back door or something?" She asked.
Yes but I want to spend as much time with you as possible until I have to leave tomorrow.
I got a sneaky suspicion and I ran with it. "Yeah, you should go get them but you'll have to take my car to pick them up. It would be kind of hard to carry boxes on the subway."
A blush crept up over her cheeks. "Um. I didn't exactly have the best experience driving your car last time; do you really trust me to drive it again?" She fell right into my trap.
"Actually, no. I'll just drive us; I wouldn't want you to crash my car or anything. I took my half eaten omelet and threw it in the trash, putting my dishes in the sink "Don't worry about cleaning up. We'll do it later. I'm going to get my coat and we'll go pick up the boxes." I walked back into my bedroom and grabbed a leather jacket.
We headed down to the underground parking garage in silence. We walked over to my silver Range Rover and I opened her car door, 'accidently' brushing against her chest while she was getting in. A blush spread across her face. "Sorry" I said shrugging my shoulder and giving her my signature lopsided smile. I knew it's effect on women. I shut her door and jogged over to the driver's side. As we were pulling out of the garage, a fucking paparazzi started snapping pictures of us. I looked over at Bella and she had her sunglasses on, holding her head down with her hand strategically blocking her face.
"You look like a bona fide celebrity doing that" trying to make light of the situation.
She didn't think my joke was funny "Yeah, thanks." She said tightly.
We rode in silence for awhile and I saw her reaching for the radio. She turned on Power 105. This girl was just full of surprises. "I never would have thought you would be into Power 105, I had you pegged for more of a z100 kind of girl" I turned to her and smiled.
"Well it goes to show, you don't know anything about me Mr. Cullen" She gave me that tight smile again. Shit. Why was she being such a bitch? More importantly, why was I so turned on by it?
After an excruciatingly silent, thus long car ride to and from picking up the boxes, I was glad we were back at my apartment.
We walked back into my bedroom and I completely forgot about the state I left my room in.
"Uh. What the hell happened in here?" Bella's eyes were wild, looking at the broken vase on the floor and the clothes that were thrown around haphazardly.
"Uh. Just some stuff." I dropped the boxes on the floor and sat down to assemble them. Bella walked out of the room and returned with a broom and dust pan.
"You don't have to do that you know, I have a cleaning lady." I said. I felt horrible; I didn't want her to have to clean up the vase that I broke because I'm a raging maniac.
"I'm not going to be walking around here with broken shards of glass on the floor, Edward" Hearing her say my name brought me back to when she was screaming it in her bedroom. She bent over to sweep up the glass and I took this time to admire the view of her ass. She had a great ass. I thought back to Valentine's day when she was rubbing that sexy ass all over me. Damn, I really should have had sex with her a second time. What was I thinking?
Bella walked out of the room, snapping me out of my daze. I started taping the boxes together and she returned. After a while, we settled into a pattern. I would put the clothes and things I wanted to bring to LA on my bed and she would pack them into the boxes.
We took a quick break to eat some pizza that we had delivered. It was awkward because no matter what I said to her, she gave me a yes or no answer.
After our uncomfortable dinner, we got back to packing.
Before I knew it, all the things I wanted to bring to LA were packed into boxes and I had a suitcase full of things to take on the plane with me. I looked at my watch and it was 10 o'clock at night.
"Oh shit. I didn't realize what time it was." I looked at Bella and it looked as if she was going to fall asleep standing up. "Bella, you look exhausted. Maybe you should just crash here. You don't look like you'll be able to stay awake on the subway ride home" I had slightly selfish reasons for keeping her here. Maybe we could have a repeat of Valentine's Day.
"Yeah. Could I stay here? I'm too exhausted to even walk to the subway… You don't mind do you? It won't be weird with me here right?" She looked so tired. I felt so guilty for keeping her here all day.
"Not at all! Here, let me show you the guest room." I walked down the hall with Bella following at my heels. I opened the door to the bedroom and gestured to the bed. "Uh. There's a bathroom in here too. I have an extra toothbrush and some shampoo and body wash and all that stuff; I'll be right back and get it for you."
I left Bella in the room and walked back to my bedroom, looking in my bathroom for the toiletries Tanya kept here. I found them in the linen closet. Why the fuck would she put them in here? I was suddenly extremely nervous. I sat down on the edge of my bathtub and did some breathing exercises to calm my nerves. Once the nerves passed, I couldn't contain my excitement about having her stay in my apartment overnight. I was pacing back and forth in my bathroom, debating if I should make a pass at her or not. I made a mental list of pro's and con's.
On the pro side:
We would have amazing sex.
We would have amazing sex.
We would have amazing sex.
We would have amazing sex.
On the con side:
She hates me.
She regretted sleeping with me in the first place
She probably would run out of the apartment screaming
I looked at my watch and I was in my bathroom for ten minutes. Shit. I quickly grabbed Tanya's stuff along with a new toothbrush and walked out, but I quickly ran back in and grabbed an old t-shirt of mine so Bella didn't have to sleep in her clothes.
I walked into the guest bedroom and Bella was lying on top of the covers, fully dressed and completely passed out. I stood there for a couple minutes, like a stalker, just watching her sleep. I went into the bathroom and put the toiletries in the shower. I walked out into the bedroom and shook her shoulder to wake her up.
I knew she wouldn't wake up. I tried to do the same thing to her the morning I left her apartment but she was a solid sleeper. I felt bad having her sleep in her clothes, so I made a rash decision to change her into my t-shirt while she slept. I knew if she would wake up, she'd probably press charges against me but I couldn't resist seeing her body one last time. If she woke up pissed and wondering why she was in a strange t-shirt, I'll just deny everything. Deny, deny, deny. Yeah, that sounds like a good plan.
I pulled off her boots and set them beside the bed. I carefully unwrapped her scarf from her neck and I saw half a dozen light purple hickeys all over her neck. Shit. I marked her neck up. I remember sucking and biting her because it just was so irresistible but I didn't realize I left marks. I felt extremely guilty for doing that but then I realized I couldn't apologize to her about it now because then she would know I was the one who undressed her.
I carefully lifted her torso off the bed and pulled off her jean jacket. She smelled so good. It wasn't her usual coconut smell, today she smelled sweet, like marshmallows or something. Being so close to her and smelling her, I felt myself getting hard.
I quickly pulled her white t-shirt over her head and saw she was wearing a sexy, black, lacy bra. It was like the one in the picture I had of her. I just held her for a moment, staring at her huge luscious breasts. I was rock hard. I had to fight the urge to stick my face in between her boobs and shake my head back and forth. Get it together Cullen. I needed to get out of there quick before she woke up and found herself half dressed and me with a raging boner. I grabbed the t-shirt off the bed and carefully placed it over her head and pulling her arms through. I was really amazed at what a solid sleeper she was. I could probably have sex with her and she wouldn't wake up.
I contemplated it for a second and realized that I wouldn't do that. I may be a lot of things, but I wasn't a rapist. I pulled off her leggings and admired the sexy panties she was wearing for a bit. I gently pulled the covers down from under her and tucked her into bed. I folded her clothes up and put them on the dresser. I shut off the light and was about to walk out the door when I heard her say my name.
"Edward?"
I panicked. She caught me. I stood there frozen, not wanting to move, maybe she would just go back to sleep. I stood there for what felt like hours until I was sure she was asleep. I quickly shut the door and walked out into the kitchen.
FUCK! HOW STUPID AM I? Of course she's going to know I changed her clothes! Was I that desperate to see her naked again that I really thought she wouldn't know it was me? God, I'm such a fucking idiot. I was pacing back and forth pinching the bridge of my nose, the sound of Bella's phone ringing stopped me in my tracks.
Shit. Should I answer it? I should at least see who is calling her. What if it's her parents I rationalized?
I walked over to her purse and rifled through all the crap she kept in there until I came across her cell phone. Angela was calling her. I figured I should answer it and let her know that Bella was here and safe. I figured it was the least I could do…. yeah right.
"Hello, Angela? It's Edward Cullen" I said into the phone
"Um.. Hi? Edward? Why are you answering Bella's phone? Is she alright?" She sounded worried.
"Yeah, um she's fine. She actually is passed out in my guest room right now. She looked way too exhausted to get home, so I told her to crash here…." I left out the part where I changed her because I didn't want this girl to kick my ass.
"Oh"
"Um. Yeah. Do you want me to have her call you in the morning?" I said.
"No. It's fine. I'll see her tomorrow."
"Oh alright. Well, um… bye then?" I said.
"Wait, Edward?" I heard Angela's voice "If you fuck her and then tell her you regret it again, I will kill you and make it look like an accident." She sounded pissed and I was slightly scared of her. Before I could reply, the line went dead.
Holy fuck. I was slightly confused by that comment. Bella thought I regretted having sex with her? Why would she think that? Was she crazy? That was the best sex I've had in my life. I didn't regret having sex with her at all; I want to have sex with her all day every day, in every position possible. I put her phone back into her bag and walked back to my room.
I couldn't stop my mind from racing as I lay in bed trying to fall asleep. I looked at the clock, no wonder I couldn't fall asleep, it was only 11. I reached into my nightstand and grabbed an Ambien. I might as well go to bed, the sooner I fall asleep, the sooner I will see Bella in the morning. I took the pill and before I knew it, I was fast asleep.
Bella's POV:
I woke up feeling refreshed. God, I slept good last night. I rolled over, running my hands down the sheets. Wait. These didn't feel like my jersey cotton sheets. My eyes sprung open and I looked around. WHERE THE FUCK AM I? I sat upright in bed looking around. I thought back to last night and I remembered packing up Edward's apartment.
I spent the night at Edward's. Phew. I fell back on the bed and let out a sigh of relief. Thank God I wasn't at some weirdo's apartment that I met at a bar, waking up naked and wondering how I got there. That is the worst feeling, one I am too familiar with. Then I panicked, ripping the sheets off. Ok thank God, I'm dressed. Wait, how the hell did I get this t-shirt on and why don't I have any pants on? Where are my clothes?
I looked around the room and spotted my stuff on a dresser. Ok, I found my clothes but it doesn't explain how I got into these clothes? Then it clicked. Edward. I shot out of bed, not even bothering to get dressed. I swung open the door and ran down the hallway, not even bothering to knock on Edward's closed bedroom door.
I threw his door open "DID YOU CHANGE MY CLOTHES LAST NIGHT!" I was screaming at the top of my lungs but he didn't want up. I walked over to his bed and started hitting him with a pillow "WAKE UP YOU SICK BASTARD!"
He looked disoriented but blocked my pillow attack with his arms "What the fuck?" He sounded startled.
I dropped the pillow. "DID YOU CHANGE MY CLOTHES LAST NIGHT?" I was shrieking, I didn't even recognize my own voice.
He started rubbing his face, and I noticed he didn't have a shirt on. I wonder if he had any clothes on at all and I felt my anger start to subside.
"Yeah. I'm sorry. I know it was probably really inappropriate of me but I walked into the room and you were passed out with all your clothes on. You looked so uncomfortable so I put you in a t-shirt. I tried to wake you up first but you sleep like a rock" he started laughing.
This asshole was actually laughing "WHAT ABOUT THIS IS FUNNY?" I was even madder over the fact that he found this situation humorous.
He ran his hand through his messy hair and flung the sheets back. He wasn't naked but he was in a pair of boxers. Damn. "Well. I have seen you in a lot less, so what's the big deal?" He gave me that sexy smile of his.
I almost forgot I was angry but then I remembered this is the way he operates. Fool me once, shame on you. Fool me twice, shame on me. "THE BIG DEAL?ARE YOU SERIOUS! You are such a fucking DOSCHE BAG!" I turned on my heel and walked out of his room. I heard footsteps behind me but I didn't bother to turn around. I walked into the guest room and slammed the door in Edward's face.
I heard him knock. "Bella. I'm sorry. That was rude of me. Open the door please so we can talk about this." Oh hell no. I'm not going to open that door because the minute I see him standing in his boxers, it will be over.
I ripped off his t-shirt and quickly threw my clothes back on. I wrapped the scarf around my neck and slid my boots on. I looked around the room to see if my bag was in here but I didn't see it anywhere. I walked into the bathroom and fixed my hair, I left it down because it had nice waves from wearing it in the twisted bun. I saw there was a toothbrush and toothpaste so I quickly brushed my teeth.
I walked out of the bathroom and taking a deep breath, I opened the bedroom door. Edward had one arm resting on the door frame and his other hand was pinching the bridge of his nose. I pushed him aside and walked past him towards the kitchen. "I can't believe you think it's ok to have sex with me and then completely blow me off AND THEN have the nerve to strip me down to my underwear while I'm unconscious!" I was looking all over for my bag and spotted it on the breakfast bar.
"You, Mr. Cullen are in a league of your own." I grabbed my bag and headed for the elevator.
Edward blocked my way, holding up his arms. "Bella. Please. Just stop. I know it was wrong of me and I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that" He was rubbing his hand through his hair. God, it was sexy when he did that. "I don't want us to part on such bad terms."
I sighed. "Look. Have a good time in LA. I'll see you in three months. Maybe I won't want to punch you in the face then." I walked around him and pushed the button for the elevator. It arrived after several awkward minutes and I went to walk on but I felt Edward grab my wrist, he pulled me towards him, so we were touching chest to chest. His free hand gently grabbed my chin and he placed the lightest kiss on my lips.
He pulled back and I was still standing there, eyes shut, in shock. I felt him let me go and I opened my eyes and stepped backwards onto the elevator.
The last thing I saw was Edward standing there in his boxers, running his hand through his hair, giving me that sexy smile "Bye Bella. I'll miss you." Were the last words I heard before the elevator doors slid shut.
God damn it! Why did I let him kiss me! I was silently stewing the entire elevator ride to the lobby. I was more pissed at myself that I actually enjoyed it, a little too much. I was about to walk out of the building when I remembered the paparazzi. Me doing the walk of shame out of Edward's apartment in the same outfit I was in yesterday would really make front page news. I turned around and headed for the concierge, luckily Raul was there.
I slid on my Chanel sunglasses and walked up to him. "Hi Raul, um, I was wondering if you could get a cab to the back entrance of the apartment building? I don't want the paparazzi to see me leaving?" I was mortified to ask him this because he probably thought I was sleeping with Edward but I realized I wouldn't have to see him for three months, so I didn't care.
"No problem Miss Swan. Just wait here and I'll hail you a cab." He gave me a smile that made me uncomfortable. Yep. He defiantly thinks I'm sleeping with Edward.
Five minutes later, I was sitting in a taxi on my way back to SoHo. I let my head fall back and I sighed with relief. It was over. I made it. Now, I had three months to get over Edward Cullen.
