BPOV

Two days before the Academy Awards

I was running on maybe four hours of sleep, a shit load of caffeine and candy.

To say work was crazy would have been an understatement of epic fucking proportions. I was beat ass tired and had barely any time to think, which I suppose was good considering that whenever I did have a passing thought, it was about Edward and our EFB fuckfest and following drive.

On Friday, I was coming back from getting breakfast for Alice and myself when I heard singing coming from the showroom. I put our meals on my desk and hurried to go see what the hell was going on.

"Baby Baby Baby, oh

like baby baby baby no."

What the fuck is that?

It sounded like Alice singing along to that fucking Beiber kid.

Sure enough, I came into the showroom to catch Alice's ass grooving to Kids Bop 35.

"Fuck Alice! My ears are bleeding over here!"

She giggled. "What you don't like him? He's a cutie," she responded, turning down the stereo.

I rolled my eyes. "Well, when you're done perving on the jailbait, your breakfast is here."

Her eyes perked up and she started following me.

"Next thing I know you're going to start listening to the damn Jonas Band," I mumbled rubbing my eyes.

She grabbed my shoulder and pulled me to face her and started poking me with her finger. "Hey! Don't hate on them, especially Joe... or my size six pump will be planted firmly up your ass!"

"God damn Alice! Alright! I won't talk shit about the Disney wonder children."

"Only two more days until the Oscars!" she chimed out, going back into her I just tossed back a gross of pixie stix mode, while sitting down to her egg white omelet.

"Whoopee Fucking Do!" I replied flatly, opening up my half and half tea.

She shot me a glare. "You are basically getting paid to go over there and screw one of Hollywood's hottest and you're complaining?" she whispered.

"Well Alice, when you make me sound like a fucking call girl how could I possibly argue?" I countered, miffed.

"'That's high priced call girl' to you bitch!" Tulip corrected fastening her garters and pouting her hooker red lips.

Alice cocked her head and was wearing an exasperated look. "That's not what I meant. I just think you should be more happy than not."

"I am," I conceded reluctantly. "I just can shake the weird fucking vibe I keep getting from him."

She stopped chewing and swallowed hard.

"What vibe?" she quizzed excitedly.

Shit. Said too much.

"The vibe that he likes Coke instead of Pepsi," I answered seriously.

She started tapping her foot, in an I'm fucking waiting fashion.

"Did you develop a fucking nervous twitch or something?"

"What's going on Bella?" she questioned, leaning on the edge of her seat.

"I've been informed the Oscars are coming up," I said sarcastically.

"You're a riot," she chastised, smacking my arm. "I mean what is going on with you and you know who."

"Me and Voldemort aren't kicking it, Alice."

"Bella, focus! What were you saying about Mr. C.?" she alluded, hushing the last part.

We really needed a code name for him.

I had told her limited details about EFB day, but not about the drive after or the personal questions. Or about my bag of awesome bites of yum he had given me, which were still in my purse untouched. The memory reminded me that my little tin was empty. I grabbed my purse and took the smaller silver bag with the candy inside to refill it.

"What's that?" Alice asked.

"Jelly Belly's that someone gave me," I answered with a sly smile. I still hadn't figured out how he knew I ate them and not even Alice knew exactly what flavor they were.

"Aww that was sweet of him."

"It was sweeter when he was eating them off of me," I whispered.

"I'm sweet like sugar. My candy got you sprung," Tulip started singing.

"Millions of women just had the spontaneous urge to claw your eyes out," she joked, shaking her head.

Meow.

"Whatever, Alice."

"So, you were saying?"

Fuck. So much for distracting the pixie.

"It's nothing. Completely fucking stupid anyway," I answered.

"What's stupid?" she pressed.

"Nothing! Would you just fucking drop it?" I pleaded, opening up the bag and tipping it forward, a few fell out into the tin.

I looked back at Alice, hoping I had shut down her questioning, but then I heard an abnormal thunk against the tin.

"What. Is. That!" Alice squealed pointing at the table.

I picked up the intruder. Completely confused for a split second. In the middle of my sea of red deliciousness was a silver jelly bean. Only it wasn't fucking candy. It was platinum, with pave diamonds across the front and attached to a chain.

I shook my head trying to figure out if I was delusional from lack of sleep.

"Oh my god, Bella! Is that from him?"

"It's not from fucking Santa!" I retorted, picking it up by the chain and eyeing it.

What the fuck was he thinking?

"So are you going to tell me what is really going on now?" she more demanded than asked.

"Nothing's going on Alice. We're fucking that's it."

She flashed me a do-I-look-fucking-dense look.

"I swear to fucking God Alice." I sounded like I was trying to convince myself more than her. This interloper necklace was screwing with my ability to think.

"So you have no idea what this means?" she quizzed.

"No fucking clue. I mean jelly beans says fuck buddy, jewelry from Tiffany's makes me a whore."

Alice's rolled her eyes, "You're exaggerating Bella."

"Really? Please tell me how the fuck I am not whoring out my lovely lady lumps!"

Tulip cleared her throat."High priced call girl! And I am the main fucking attraction at this circus! Not those bitches!"

"Would you calm down? It's just a present."

"Fuck buddies do not give each other presents."

"Exactly," Alice smiled, wearing a wicked confident grin.

"What the hell are you saying?"

"Bella! He likes you more than that."

I snickered. "Okay Alice. When is the wizard getting back to you about that brain again?"

"Please tell me you are not that blind."

"I'm not blind Alice. I just think you're a quart fucking low on sanity."

Though I was starting to think that maybe Alice had a point.

"Get the fuck on over it! Slugger is worth it!" Tulip encouraged.

I decided to wait until our pre-scheduled Oscars screw session, to determine whether he was intent on making me feel like a Hollywood Whore or if it meant something more. I was hoping it was somewhere in the fucking middle.

Morning of the Oscars

"Oh, I can't wait to hit up the after parties," Lauren gushed when I came around the corner from the break room. She was talking to Miss Xanax in the corner by Tanya's office.

"I know right? It's going to be so much fun. I can't wait to see who's at the VF party this year," Jessica yammered.

How cute. The bitches were bonding.

"Edward is going to that one," Lauren squeaked.

"I heard that too," Jessica squawked, smirking. "Hope he can handle the two of us..."

"Oh hell no! Let me at that pycho bitch!" Tulip screamed. "You keep your skanky crazy hands off Slugger!"

Lauren giggled.

I made my presence known by walking past them and over to my desk.

"Thank God they don't let just anyone into those things," Lauren spit, glaring at me.

"Yeah, because your fucking star on the walk is right between Cher and James Dean. I don't think there is a star big enough to hold 'Ultimate ass kissing hobag'." I shot back, sitting down.

"Ignore her Lauren, she's obviously just jealous that we're going and she's not," Jessica said snidely walking away.

The only reason Lauren got to go is because Tanya needed a drink holder for when she was schmoozing.

She glanced back at Lauren. "I'll see you later sweetie," Jessica winked.

I rolled my eyes and got my phone out.

Are your ears burning? Fake lips and tits are plotting a tag team operation to snare you at the VF party. lol

You're going to have to narrow that down, that will be most of the women in attendance. ;P

(flips you off) Lauren and Jessica.

You mean Slut one and Slut two?:P

I laughed and went to respond when Lauren spoke up.

"Why the hell are you in such a good mood? Did your text friend get paroled for good behavior?"

"At least a parolee would be allowed to use his arms. Anyone who's crazy enough to fuck you would be laced up in a fucking straight jacket!"

"Whatever Bella, you know you're just being a bitch because Jess and I get to hangout with stars tonight and you'll be at home wishing you had a life."

I smiled my get-a-good-motherfucking-look smile and pulled out my new necklace from underneath my collar. Her fucking eyes practically launched out of her head.

"Actually Lauren, I think my life is going pretty fucking great right now."

Dirty Little Secret

You there?

Sorry. I was busy shutting down Slut one. I'll cu soon.

**Sexy Silk**

Later that afternoon

"Okay Bella, here's everything for Edward. You all set?" Angela asked me, genuinely. Alice and Tanya had already left, though I hadn't seen the nose job queen.

"Yeah Angela, thanks."

"No problem, Bella. I'm gonna head out the back. See you tomorrow," she waved.

"See ya."

"Let's get gone bitch!" Tulip squealed and clapped her hands. "I've been on a Slugger hiatus for too long".

I walked back into the hallway and put Edward's bag and shoes on my desk to grab my purse and coat when I saw someone out of the corner of my eye. Before I could turn completely, I was blinded and covered in something hot and sticky, and not in post fucking kinda way.

"Oh Gosh, Bella. I'm so sorry," she said in a tone more fake than her new tits.

"Dammit Jessica. What the fuck is wrong with you?" I yelled trying to get my damp hair out of my eyes.

"Sorry, I must've tripped," she explained, continuing with false innocence.

Yeah, over fucking thin air.

"Maybe until you've got more balance than a toddler you shouldn't stumble around with hot fucking liquids!" I screamed, as I jabbed her with my elbow and tromped off to the bathroom.

I tried my best to blot away the huge stain on the shoulder of my light blue button up, but it just made a bigger fucking mess. I managed to get most of it washed out of my hair, but now my hair was just a wet rats nest.

I looked at my watch realizing that I was running out of time and needed to get the hell out of there.

I hurried back out to my desk only to find that Edward's stuff was gone and so was Jessica.

God motherfucking dammit! Stupid plastic toting Xanax popping bitch!

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

I reached into my bag and found my phone, and scrolled through my contacts to "Slugger" and hit call.

Fucking shit. Voicemail.

"Hey it's me. It's a long fucking story, but Jessica is on her way over with your stuff after she tried to drown me in coffee. I'll try you later."

Fuck.

Jessica is on her way. Not me. Check your voicemail.

I texted and waited a few minutes, but he didn't respond.

I was so fucking pissed I couldn't see straight, but I managed to call Alice.

"Hello?"

"Alice."

"Make it quick Bella."

"Jessica just fucking took off with Edward's stuff!" I huffed.

"What? Why?" she asked, starting to freakout.

"The fucking bitch pretended to spill coffee on me and when I went to the bathroom to clean it off, she hightailed her ass out of here!"

"Bitch," she repeated. "Oh Shit! Did you call Edward?

"I tried! He didn't fucking answer! I left him a text, but there's nothing back from that either!"

"Tanya is going to be pissed."

"Not to mention me! I swear to fucking god when I see that bitch again she is going to be breathing through a motherfucking tube!"

"She'll get her ass reamed, especially if Edward says anything."

"To top it off Lauren and Jessica are going to try to tag team him at the fucking VF party!"

"You sound a little jealous," she teased.

Tulip shook her head. "Those bitches don't have a fucking prayer."

"I'm not jealous. I am majorly fucking pissed. I don't want that hobag or the lipo addict anywhere near him."

"Well, it's not like you can stop Jessica now. And you can't stop him from going to the parties tonight."

Maybe not, but I can sure as hell put a kink in their plans.

"I need Emmett McCarty's number," I said quickly as my revenge against the skank team started to form in my head.

"The brother-in-law?" she questioned, very confused.

"And the bodyguard," I clarified.

"I'm sure Vic has it. I'll call her and text it to you."

In a few minutes I was calling the number Alice had given me.

"Yello," Emmet answered, he sounded wrecked.

"Hey, Emmett? It's Bella."

"Huh? Oh, Bootylicious! What's up girl?"

"Are you at Edward's?"

He chuckled. "No. I learned my lesson. I don't show up until he is pulling out of the drive."

"Shit!"

"Why? What the fuck is going on?"

I proceeded to tell Emmett about who was actually showing up over at Edward's and if he could try to get a hold of him.

"Oh, hell. E is gonna fucking flip. I'll try to get a hold of him, but he probably won't answer. Why is Wonderbra there and not you?"

"It's a long fucking story Emmett. I just need you to do me a favor."

**Sexy Silk**

I made it home, showered and changed before I checked my phone again.

2 missed calls.

The first one was from Alice.

Oh god Bella! I just got a call from Tanya and she is beyond pissed at Jessica. Edward must have said something to her! You need to call me as soon as you get this.

The second was from Edward.

Bella, it's me. My phone fucking died! Jessica is going to get her fucking ass handed to her. I have to go. I'll call you back after this shit is over.

Good. At least Emmett hadn't said anything to him about my plan for tonight.

I called Alice back, anxious to hear what kind of beat down Jessica was getting.

"Bella?"

"Hey Alice."

"Oh shit Bella! You should have heard Tanya! She said Edward threatened to cut all ties with Denali if Jessica steps foot on his property again."

I smiled, trying to hold back a laugh and flipped on the T.V. while Alice continued to ramble.

"She called me to find out what happened and I told her about the coffee, but Jessica maintains that it was an accident."

"Of course she does! Fucking scheming wench," I responded absently, turning through the channels.

"She's not going to get off lightly Bella."

"You're right she's not. She'll need complete facial reconstruction when I'm done with her sorry ass," I fumed, finally finding the channel I wanted. Fucking ABC, I almost never watch T.V., let alone network.

"I think you may want to wait to see what Tanya does first."

"Doesn't matter, it won't be nearly violent enough," I growled.

"I know Bella. I gotta go, you take care."

"I will. Bye Alice."

I was scanning the crowd for a good twenty minutes before they finally showed him. He looked incredibly hot, but bored and agitated, though he was doing a fair job of hiding it.

"Hot Daymn. Boy is taking Sexy Back," Tulip purred

I proceeded to watch, not really paying attention until that fucking Harry Potter spoof came on. Whosever fucking brain dead idea it was to try to turn perfectly good movies into musicals should be forced to watch their own bullshit.

I immediately turned off my T.V. , when I had a knock at my door. I gathered up my stuff and answered it. A tall thin man with dark blue eyes greeted me.

"Miss. Swan?"

I nodded.

"I have instructions from Emmett McCarty to pick you up before Mr. Cullen."

Stage one of Stop the Slores was underway.

The limo was a typical black stretch with leather seats and tinted windows. A flatscreen, a stocked bar and barely any leg room.

Eventually we got near the Kodak and were lined up in a long train of black limos, all waiting to take the A-listers out into a night of showing off their gold (or lack thereof) at the various parties.

Dirty Little Secret stared playing out from beside me.

"Hello?" I answered, sweetly.

"Bella. What the hell happened this afternoon?"

"Slut two got the drop on me. She fucking poured coffee on me and when I went to clean up she pulled a disappearing act with your stuff," I explained.

"Fucking bitch," he muttered angrily. "I knew it wasn't a fucking accident. Are you okay?"

I took a look at my surroundings, knowing that in short time they were going to be ever better. "I'm a lot better now. Picturing all the ways I am going to destroy that bitch is oddly therapeutic."

"Glad to hear it," he chuckled.

"Are you still planning on hitting up the Vanity Fair party? If so, you should bring your skank repellent," I warned.

"There is no such thing. If there was I would have found it by now, and bought stock in it," He took a deep breath, sounding like he was taking a final drag of a cigarette.

"Are you at home?" he quizzed.

"I'm actually in the middle of a project," I skirted.

"So is that a yes or a no?" I could hear him outside the car now, he was talking to the driver, but he covered the phone and I couldn't hear their muffled voices.

"That's a no."

"So where are you?"

"Why? Don't you have some partying to do superstar?" I laughed.

"I'd rather be with you."

Insert girlie fucking awwwww noise here

"Then you should stop shuffling outside and get your ass in the limo," I informed him cryptically and hung up.

The door was opened in a flash and his face froze when he saw me.

"Bella!"

"Surprise."

He clamored in and as soon as the door shut behind me his lips were all over mine. His hand tangled into my hair and his other pulled me close, as our mouths moved together and the limo sped away.

"What..." kiss

"are you..." kiss

"doing here?" kiss

"Running interference on the skank brigade," I told him "And making up for earlier," I added.

"Not your fault," he absolved, kissing down my neck, stopping when her reached my necklace.

"You found your present," he commented timidly. The corner of his lips twitching slightly.

"I figured if you could hide jewelry in jelly beans then it was only fair for me to hide in your limo."

"Speaking of which, how did you?" he asked narrowing his eyes, bemused.

"I'll answer that when you tell me how the fuck you knew about my candy habit," I challenged.

"I thought we covered this?"

"Yeah, you covered it in bullshit," I responded lightly.

He paused and bit his lip for a split second before answering.

"It was by accident. Em was shopping for Rose and I went next door to the candy shop. They were doing samples of some strawberry candy that was fucking nasty, but it got me thinking so I started sampling all the different strawberry candy. I finally asked the douche behind the counter if he had anything that tasted like strawberry jam and he led me to the jelly beans."

Jesus. That was the sweetest fucking thing I had ever heard.

"Emmett helped me out," I rushed out before I could say something damning.

"I knew something was up. That fucker was acting weird all night."

"I take it you liked your surprise?" he questioned, hopefully.

I really didn't want to get into that discussion, only because I wasn't entirely sure I wanted to hear the reason why he gave it to me.

"We can talk about it later, why don't you sit back and enjoy yours?" I smiled devilishly, pushing him back into the seat.

I undid his tie while kissing along his jaw and briefly sucked his bottom lip into my mouth while I started undoing the top buttons. I kissed down his chest inhaling his scent while my fingers continued their nimble operations. Untucking his shirt, I trailed my tongue back up over his chest, and teased his nipples and chest with kisses.

He brought my mouth back up to his, kissing me roughly, possessively scouting my mouth with his tongue before I pulled away for a breath.

I kissed back down his neck a laughed. "Never thought I would be taking one of these off of you," I mused, slipping my hands under his jacket and helping him slide it off his shoulders.

I unzipped his pants, and ran my tongue along the band of his boxers before gently tugging them down. Slugger was standing up nice and tall for his meet and greet with Tulip's dirtier sluttier sister.

I swirled my tongue around the head a few times before taking more of him in, keeping the pressure on from my mouth and tongue while I stoked the base. His breathing increased and I could feel his hand resting on the back of my head. The fucking sounds he was making were making me rethink my plan and made me want to fucking ride the Slugger Express instead.

"I second that! All Aboard!" Tulip yelled and made the woot woot noise.

His grip on my head intensified and I felt his body tense as his noises grew more feral. A few deep throat motions and he was fucking ready to bust. He tried to jerk away, but I made it clear really quick, that that was not going to fucking happen. I was not having hot sticky shit in my hair for a second time that day.

"God damn, Bella!" he groaned loudly as his jizz spurted down my throat. I swallowed down what he gave me. Satisfied that the second part of Stop the Slores had been executed perfectly, I lifted my head, and took a seat next to him, while his breathing slowed and he eventually refastened himself.

He started kissing me along my cheek and into my hair.

"There! I just gave you the fool proof skank-away. A limp fucking dick," I smirked and licked over my bottom lip.

"You know, that doesn't last for very fucking long," he informed me, winking.

Tulip was screaming "Come on, ride the train, hey, ride it."

We started making out like a couple of fucking horny teens on prom night. Gripping and pawing at each other like it was going out of style. I was thinking I was going to have to amend my plan and take Tulip's advice when the limo stopped.

"I'm not going to any of the parties tonight," he rushed out.

"You're already here," I reasoned, since the limo was had stopped. "I'll get a cab."

Tulip growled. "What part of ride the motherfucking train did you not understand?"

"Where are you planning on going?" he asked, a hint a mischief in his eyes.

"Gotta go give my pimp his fucking cut," I joked." I'm going home, okay?"

"Then I made the right decision."

I looked out the window, but it was too dark to see.

"What are you talking about? Where the hell are we?"

"Your place."

What the fuck?

"How did you know where the hell I lived?" I shook my head, confused as a blind man watching a porno.

"You're not the only one with connections," he explained with a grin.

I laughed, uneasily. "Well, thanks for the ride. I'll see you later?"

I attempted to make my way past him to the door, but he pulled me down onto his lap. I thought he was kissing me goodbye, but his kiss wasn't saying he had any intention of leaving. His manic and treacherously consuming kiss, his touch, and his body were only saying -and more or less pleading for- one thing.

Invite me in.

I moaned into his mouth at the realization, but it still scared the fuck out of me.

"And I'm the fucking pussy?" Tulip snarled out of disgust. "Slugger just wants to come up for a night cap."

He pulled back, but rested his lips against my ear, "Is it fucking later yet?" he quizzed heavily, and caught my eyes. His pools of green were overrun with want and...fear?

Hell fucking yes. I wanted to scream, but I only closed my eyes and nodded, because I was out of breath.

Once we were outside the limo, it quickly pulled away. Luckily, I didn't see anyone fucking gawking out their windows as we made it to my apartment. I had scarcely managed to unlock my door and close it, before we started to maul each other.

We christened every wall and surface in my fucking studio. We broke two pictures and tested the weight limit of my kitchen table before we even made it to my bed. We were both fucking spent and sweaty, but we couldn't stop.

"If the house is rocking don't come a knocking," Tulip cheered.

We didn't even make it entirely onto the bed; he bent me over it and was pounding me from behind. His fingers traced over my bouncing tits, while his other hand gripped my hip and Slugger rocked Tulip's world, for a third fucking time.

"Jesus Edward, I can't fucking..." I trailed off in a breathless whimper. My entire body was about to give out I was fully content just let him have his fucking way with me and collapse.

He must've have felt my body beginning to shudder. "Stay with me Bella," he urged, his voice strained with exertion.

His hand snaked down from my chest, trailed down stomach to my clit. The swift motions of his fingers and Sluggers deeper than fuck thrusting brought me over the fucking edge before I could find the voice to protest.

"Edward, oh god, fuck!" I screamed, as Tulip pulsed around Slugger, covering him in sloppy, but grateful kisses.

The neighbors probably thought I was being murdered with the amount of noise that I'm sure was echoing off the walls.

Killed by Cumming

Sounded like a great name for a band.

"You're fucking beautiful Bella," he grunted as hips ground into my ass and pushed into me fucking deeper than I thought possible. He stilled and his head nuzzled my back for a minute before he pulled out.

I fell onto my bed practically face first I felt him sink down into the mattress next to me. Both of us breathing heavily and basking in our post my-legs-are-fucking-jello-and-I-won't-be-able-to-walk-for-a-week-sex.

"Walking is overrated," Tulip reminded sleepily.

"You're fucking amazing," I mumbled, rolling over to face him.

"Yeah, and I'm not bad to look at either," he quipped, kissing my forehead and pulling me closer.

"Smart ass," I replied through a yawn, my eyelids heavy and dying to close.

I closed my eyes, just for a second to take the edge off, and that was the last fucking thing I remembered.

I had passed out. It was still dark when I woke back up and I was entirely too warm. I panicked when I felt an arm around me and a body next to me in the bed.

Fuck.

I had broken my 'no sleeping over' rule and my 'no fucking at my house' rule all in the same goddamned night. He'll probably be just as surprised when he wakes up too. I was pretty sure that 'no sleepovers' was rule number one in the Playboy Handbook.

I was going to shift and wake him, but my red blanket was draped over us, and he was in a completely different position then I remember him being in, as in, he was practically molded to me.

Did he stay on purpose?

The blanket wasn't pulled over us by magic fucking elves.

I was trying not to panic, it's not like I could do anything about it right now anyway and I wasn't exactly uncomfortable.

My heart was racing a mile a minute but even when the adrenaline subsided, it didn't slow.

Guess I should go get checked out by a doctor, that can't be normal.

"Bella," Edward mumbled.

I thought he had woken up, but his eyes were closed and his breathing was still heavy.

He was dreaming about me.

I stared at him in the darkness, trying to reason why I might have crossed into his dreams.

You did just fuck like bunnies. Maybe he is getting an instant replay?

I couldn't help my smile as I kissed his cheek. Lucky bastard.

"Goodnight Edward," I whispered as I pulled his arm tighter around me and drifted off again.

A/N: I'm sure this is not exactly what everyone thought was going to happen-so flame away – lol;)

Okay so any predictions for what happens next? I'd love to hear some guesses;)

Big Thanks to the people still recc'ing, tweeting and pimping- it's appreciated SO very much!

Bella's necklace is a real necklace I'll post pictures of it on the Blog- link is on my profile.

Coffee "spillage" was a nod to one of my fav indie films In a Day -very cute but real film w/d by Evan Richards.

Slore=Cross between a slut and a whore – just an FYI.

Review Rock my socks and get more people reading- so get to it. LOL