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Chapter 9

Edward POV

Traffic is a bitch.

It is mere coincidence that I happen to be a fucking fantastic driver, or it might have taken an hour or so to get to Port Angeles from Seattle. I made the journey in half that, and it was still too bloody slow. Especially since I had the fucking stupid idea of washing my car last night, and only remembered to bring one CD into the car this morning.

And I was not in the mood to listen to the fucking Dixie Chicks.

Damn Alice, switching CD cases; the only nasty habit that ever really actually pissed me off. All I wanted to do was listen to some hardcore rock heroes, and what do I get? Stand by your fucking man.

I ended up driving in silence: for once, even the classical radio channel had nothing decent playing. This did absolutely nothing for my foul mood. I pulled up outside Emmett's apartment block, an got in the lift; pressing the number for the top floor - flashy git had the penthouse.

When the elevator 'dinged', and the doors opened, I stepped out and walked across the pointless corridor (nobody else lived on the top floor), and pushed the door right open. Only to find myself face to face with a very unattractive sight.

Emmett, who was clearly not wearing anything, was lying on his back across the coffee table; spanking the arse of a gorgeous blonde, who was riding him, whilst screaming out obscenities, loudly.

I pretty much ran back out of the apartment after that.

That'll teach me to knock before entering.

Apparently, I had just indirectly met Emmett's beloved Rosalie. Or so I hoped; I knew as well as anyone how much of a playboy Emmett used to be. Hell, he was worse than me - he was just better at covering it all up. I prayed, as I made my way back out of the building, that I would be able to look Rosalie in the eyes next time I saw her, without blushing. Shit.

Needless to say, I decided not to hang around long, and headed back to Seattle, to my house. Oh yes, a house, and I called Emmett a flashy git. Personally, I'd never been able to stomach flats: I didn't like renting from somebody else, so I bought my own house as fast as possible. A mortgage was better than paying some nasty landlord. I liked my freedom.

I decided that the evening was going to be best spent with a bottle of something strong, and my piano. So I grabbed the first thing I found in my liqueur cupboard, and sat down at the stool of my baby, and let my fingers do the talking.

I woke up late the next morning, with a blinding headache, a crick in my neck, back, leg, and spine; oh and the worst breath imaginable. I looked at the clock, which read eight forty five, and cursed all good ideas at the times: like getting absolutely sloshed at my piano.

I pulled myself up off the hard wood, accidentally knocking down my empty bottles from the night before, and managed to get myself into the shower. After quickly scrubbing up, then cleaning my teeth three times, I dressed in some slacks and a shirt. I hoped I looked presentable, but I didn't bother to check the mirror, it'd only make me feel ten times worse.

I grabbed my keys and headed out towards my car; which took me to a coffee shop, then work, with some serious black coffee in hand.

After downing the coffee whilst in my car, in the car park, I headed into the store from the back, hoping that I wasn't making too much of a spectacle of myself, whilst not really caring either. My head hurt like a bitch, and I really shouldn't have bothered coming in. However, the thought of seeing Bella's gorgeous arse, breasts, back, feet, hands, arms, face, shoulders and hair was enough to drag me back from the inner circles of hell: so in I went.

As luck would have it, I got three steps into the building before making an absolute ass of myself in front of my beautiful Bella. I was just making my way to my office when I saw her rounding the end of the corridor, and coming towards me.

"Edward!" she exclaimed as soon as she saw me, and I sighed in contentment on hearing a slight hint of worry in her gorgeous voice. "Are you okay?"

Then, for some really odd reason, I decided it would be a great idea to stick my tongue out at her: so I did, before dragging myself into my office, and shutting the door.

Then I heard her gorgeous giggles from the corridor, and couldn't help but smile a little bit. At least I'd made her laugh.

It was at that point, however, that I wondered whether I wasn't still a little bit drunk. I had no idea what I'd drunk last night, or how much of whatever it was: but apparently, it had been a lot, because I couldn't remember anything past sitting down on my stool, bottle in hand.

I was just rocking backwards and forwards in my fancy leather chair when an angel walked into the room. I knew she was an angel, because people aren't ever that beautiful in real life: and she was carrying what looked like medication and a glass of water.

I was very close to kissing the angel.

"Here you go, Edward", she said, and I grinned stupidly up at Bella, who was apparently the mother hen of the day. She reached out for my hand, and placed two small pills in it, before closing my fist, and shoving it back towards me.

"Take these, and drink all of the water." She said, and I did it immediately, pausing for less than a second to wonder if she was trying to poison me. The water felt amazing going down my sore throat, and my head suddenly became a little sharper.

Before my buzz came back as soon as the water was finished. I placed the glass back on the desk with a 'clink', and smiled up at Bella again, who looked down at me with a small smile of her own. My eyes found a life of their own then, and found themselves focusing on the way Bella's latest dress - a gorgeous white number, tightly wrapped around her perfect breasts. I felt my mouth begin to water.

"You know, it's not a good idea to go and get drunk on a work night, Edward." Bella carried on, her tone was condescending.

"Yes, it is", I replied, my bottom lip jutting out, and crossing my arms like a child.

"No", she replied, "it's not."

She was glaring at me a little by now, and I rolled my eyes.

"I'll prove it", I told her, and her eyes widened a little bit.

"Hmm?" She hummed under her breath. She too crossed her arms, which emphasised her delicious tits, and an onslaught of fantasies overtook me.

"Tonight", I said, "Bella Swan, you are going to get absolutely sloshed. We both will, actually. I think it's a great idea."

Then I walked out of the office, and into the back room, deciding that now I was here I might as well make myself useful.

Bella POV

I'd never actually noticed Edward looking very ill before: but I realised as soon as I saw him that morning that he was suffering from a major hang over. When he stuck his tongue out at me in a very un-Edward-like fashion, I realised that he was actually, probably still a little bit drunk. I wondered how much he'd had to drink the night before.

So, like the nice person I was, I brought him the good stuff with water, and made him swallow the medication like a little boy. Then I gave him a lecture; and that's when things started to go down hill.

"I'll prove it", he said.

He'd told me I was going to get absolutely sloshed. Of course, I didn't believe him. I'd never been drunk in my life. I was the good kid. Of course, I'd never known Edward to be drunk before either. I'd assumed that he did go out and drink, of course, but I just couldn't imagine him drinking when I tried to put it together in my head.

But obviously, Edward had. Last night.

And he wanted to get drunk again, tonight.

I was almost positive that he wasn't going to want to later in the day however, and so I got back to work.

But then, when I finished for the day at seven, Edward turned up, a gorgeous crooked grin spread across his features. He leant across the counter to speak to me. I'd just finished with the till and was about to bring it into his office.

"You ready to go, Isabella?" he drawled at me.

"I don't think this is a very good idea", I told him. He pulled the tray from the till away from me, and walked off down the hall. I watched as he shoved the thing away in his safe, grabbed his coat, and walked out of the building. He locked it as soon as I was out. I headed towards my truck, before I felt a hand on my upper arm.

"Where do you think you're going?" he asked, and I gestured helplessly to my truck. He shook his head, and pulled me back towards his Volvo, and I struggled not to hyperventilate. I was going to be in Edward Cullen's car.

Nobody got to be in Edward Cullen's shiny silver Volvo. Any girl he decided to go home with had the honour of taking him: or he followed them in his car. Nobody actually sat in the passengers seat.

And yet, he opened the door and ushered me in, before closing it behind me, and making his way around to the driver's side. I watched as he got himself inside, and behind the wheel. He quickly started the vehicle up, and began to make his way out of the car park; leaving my beloved truck behind…all alone.

"What about my truck?" I asked him.

"Get a taxi in tomorrow. Live a little." He replied, and I shut my mouth. It wasn't as if I'd ever done anything much like this before. I'd accompanied Rosalie to clubs before…but over the weekend…and not wearing my nice new clothes.

This was on a different level. I was going to a club with Edward.

I blanched a little as we journeyed, wondering whether Edward would abandon me once we were there for somebody else. Some leggy blonde in a short skirt…or some exotic beauty. I gulped, and fidgeted. I wondered whether I should ask him to stop at home so I could grab some more appropriate club wear. Rosalie had seen fit to make sure my wardrobe had several very skimpy outfits.

But before I knew it, Edward was pulling into a parking space, then helping me out of the car. He grinned at me, and pulled me along into a club behind him. I barely saw the sign that read 'Twilight' on the wall outside in flashy neon lights.

I found myself being pulled along to a table at the back of the club. It was secluded and dark, and had a 'reserved' sign stuck in the middle. Edward removed it and gave it to a passing waitress, who smiled at him and asked him his name. She nodded when he did, and went away to get whatever drinks Edward had apparently ordered for us.

I sat awkwardly next to Edward, who leant back and appeared to be taking in the atmosphere, and watching the dancing that was taking place on the floor before us. Though personally I wouldn't have called it dancing, I would have called it having sex with clothes on. Finally, the woman returned ten minutes later with a tray full of different coloured drinks: none of which I knew the name of. Edward shoved some money at her before I had the chance to even reach for my purse, which was shoved into my bra for safekeeping, and she disappeared.

Then he turned to me, grinning.

"So, which one first, Isabella?" He asked, gesturing to all of the glasses. I grabbed the nearest one hesitantly, and brought the rim to my lips. I took a tiny sip, and he rolled his eyes. The taste was nice, so I took bigger sips, and before I knew it, all of the liquid was gone. I looked up to see Edward smirking, and finishing another of the drinks. We put our glasses down together, and he passed me another.

"Edward…I…"I muttered, but he pushed the glass to my lips, and I ended up drinking it anyway. It was even nicer than the last one, so I finished it quicker.

Half an hour later found me and Edward still sitting at the table, surrounded by empty glasses, and laughing our asses off. I'd never known that Edward was so funny.

"And then…" Edward said, breaking out into peels of laughter. "And then…"

He tried again.

"An the wha?" I slurred back, I didn't handle my drink as well as him, apparently. He took the last gulp from the last unfinished glass on the table, and set it down.

"And then…" he said again, "I don't know."

He looked really confused then, and I laughed at him. Then he joined in, and we laughed together until my stomach ached.

"You're funny", I grinned stupidly at him.

"No you're mommy", he told me, sticking his finger in my face.

"No, no, no", I tried again. "You're funny."

"Oh yeah", he smiled, "you're pretty too,"

I couldn't bring myself to correct him this time. My heart beat faster. Then he got another faraway look on his face.

"Let's dance." He said, and I drunkenly agreed. He hauled me through the tables to the dance floor and pulled me into his arms, holding me tightly.

"Don't kno ho to dance", I muttered in his ear, and he giggled back at me. Giggled!

"I'll teach you", he whispered back into my ear, his warm breath hot against the outer shell. My legs almost gave out.

Then he turned me around and pressed my back against his chest, and slipped his hands down to grip my waist. I felt his knee slip between my legs, and I lent back into him. I didn't know what to do with my arms, so I let them hang by my side, as Edward moved me.

Then he moved his hands from my waist, and moved my hands back so they were gripping his hips, and he rested his back on mine. He moved with the music, and my body couldn't help but follow. I vaguely wondered whether we looked like those people who were looking very…intimate…around us.

After a short while he pulled me around and back into his arms again. I let him pull my leg up, and smiled as he rested my thigh against his hip. He reached out and pulled me closer onto him, and lent backwards. My arms snaked their way around his neck, and I rested my head on his chest, hearing his heart beat fast. I felt our bodies ripple together as he moved us to the beat.

Eventually that song ended, and they started playing something slower. Edward pulled me off him, but wrapped me in his arms, and pulled me flush against him. We moved around slowly in circles, and halfway through he dropped his head, and his lips began to caress my neck. Soft touches became kisses, which evolved into open mouthed kisses down my skin; sending my mind into a slow frenzy. I was hardly in a state of mind to question him.

"Want…so bad…Bella." He groaned as he carried out his ministrations, and I just let myself moan loudly as he worked his way up and down. My head swung to the side to give him more skin to ravish.

His hands moved down my back as he kissed me, and finally rested on my butt, squeezing every now and then, and causing to moan even louder. Finally, he brought his delicious lips to my own, and I swiftly let his tongue sweep into my mouth. He tasted like a mixture of the drinks we'd had earlier, and I gently sucked on his tongue, determined to taste the Edward which lurked somewhere underneath.

Before I knew that was happening, I found myself in a taxi with Edward, who was all over me during the short journey to a house on the outskirts of Seattle. He shoved some money at the driver, and rested both of his hands on my ass as I got out of the taxi. He killed two birds with one stone by groping me and pushing me forwards at the same time.

I giggled as it took him several attempts to put the key in the lock, and open the front door.

He grabbed my hand and yanked me up the stairs; which we fell on several times, giggling to ourselves.

We burst through a door into a dark blue room, and then everything went black.

A/n: Ooohh, dear. Bad Edward, getting Bella (and himself) all drunk. TUT, TUT!!! Review! Long enough?