GangstaSummoner: Wow, sixty reviews! You guys are truly the greatest! I kind of thought it wouldn't get many reviews, especially with the LU jerks lurking in the shadows. Lucky for me they aren't bothering me. Anyway, thank you guys for reading and reviewing. Thank you Lezlee! Oh, I hope this wasn't too long of a wait for. Enjoy!

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¡Muchas gracias! En realidad estás al lector internacional muy primero en dejar un comentario! Muchas gracias por leer! :) Estoy muy contento de que te gusta la historia tanto. Y espero que este capítulo va a satisfacer sus antojos. No ser un extraño ;)

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Chapter 9 – Reunited And It Sucks So Much

Here I am, hiding underneath a bed and a sheet around my body, like I am a mistress about to be caught by my lover's wife. As I breathe heavily, Jake pushes the door open wider and enters the room. His big tennis shoes brush across the carpet, followed by his friends. One by one they shuffle into the room and linger around the doorway. I try to push my body further back, but I find it hard to do with hardly any space to move without bumping my head on the mattress and bringing attention to myself.

"Damn, did Leah have a wild party in here or something?" says the guy who Jake called Quil earlier.

As the rest of the guys move across the floor, I notice Jake standing near the sliding glass door and pull the curtains back, revealing the sunlight. He sighs and turns to his left. "And it stinks. It smells like alcohol and…"

"Sex," blurts out another guy. His voice is much deeper than the rest, which makes him sound older.

Another guy chuckles lightly, teasing the guy who said sex. "Sam, does it bother you that your girl slept with someone else last night?"

The guy with the deep voice, now known as Sam speaks, "I have a girl and her name is Emily, not Leah. Why should I care about what she may or may not did?"

"Because you love her like crazy," says another guy.

"Paul, Embry, stop teasing him," says Jake.

For a minute everything goes quiet between the five guys.

Out the corner of my eye Jake moves closer to the bed and then I hear the sound of my phone vibrating against the floor. Fuck! Where is it? I look around, searching for my cell phone, only to see the white light flashing near the tail end of the sheet, which is sticking out from under the bed. I know that if I move, Jake and his friends will surely find me and if he opens that phone he will find out that I work for Edward.

Embry says, "Someone's phone is vibrating."

As I curse to myself, I make a bold move by wiggling my legs to draw the phone toward me. I did not notice that Jake is moving to the left side of the bedroom. When I see the lower half of his baggy, dark blue jeans and his expensive tennis shoes, my body becomes stiff. He bends down near the end of the sheet, the muscles in his arm tensing as he grabs a handful of the cotton material. He tugs at the sheet and my cell phone falls to the floor.

He can't see the contents of my phone. I won't let him.

Once he reaches for the phone I move as quickly as I can toward his open palm and swat his large hand with my tiny one, which probably did not hurt him at all.

He moves his hand away. "What the hell?"

I wrap my hand around my phone just as Jake falls onto his hands and knees. As I pull the sheet closer to my body, with my phone in hand, we make full on eye contact.

He peers at me with curiosity, those onyx-like eyes burning deep into my soul. Those eyes of his have not changed much over the years, although the rest of his body has. My focus is on his face, which is no longer round like a boy, but sharp, chiseled and masculine, like a man. Thick eyelashes shade his eyes, making them look dark and smoky. His full lips and russet-colored skin are still flawless in my eyes. I can see the faint trace of his mustache right underneath his nose, not extremely thick, but just right for a guy his age.

But the one thing that is missing is his thick, silky, long hair, which is now short and spiky. The haircut looks good on him; it brings out his Native features.

Jake continues to stare at me, his mouth opening and closing as if he wants to say something, but he doesn't know how. He looks away for a brief second and sighs lightly before saying, "Come out." He bends his arms and pushes himself off of the floor to stand upright.

Way to make a second impression, Bella. Caught in the act by the guy you kind of have feelings for.

I'm hesitant to move. I don't want to crawl from under a bed in front of all of his friends. How embarrassing is that? "C-Can you tell them to leave?" I ask softly in a shaky tone.

"Why?" he asks coldly. "It isn't as if they haven't seen you before."

He is right. They have seen me before and most of my body for that matter. They have seen me dance seductively for a crowd of men and women, and I am sure Jake discussed our time together with the guys. He probably bragged about how he had me screaming his name and told them all of the dirty things he did to me.

Sam asks, "Jake, do you know this girl?"

"Of course I do."

"Who is it?" asks Embry. "And what is she doing here?"

I say, "They can see me when I'm decent."

Jake scoffs. "I don't see how decent you can get when you're hiding underneath my bed and we all know what the fuck you did with Leah. So come out."

"No!" I yell, pulling the sheet closer and closer to my body.

"Fine then," he says calmly and then his voice rises. "Everybody else get out!"

His voice scares me as he yells for his friends to leave and they do so. I jump suddenly when the door slams shut and Jake returns to the side of the bed. He kneels down, grabs the end of the sheet and pulls as forcefully as he can. I don't mind him pulling me out, but not like this. As I try to wiggle in the opposite direction, I feel my body slide backwards and I start to scream. Eventually Jake wraps his hands around my ankles and pulls me from under the bed in one swift movement. He is quite strong.

He straddles my thighs, applying all his weight to me so that I cannot move and pins my hands over my head. He stares down at me with his piercing onyx eyes. I never thought eyes like those would be possible for a man like Jake. His eyes remind me of Phil. He looks angry and I am afraid that he might hurt me. Jake is supposed to be kind and gentle. Not at all the man I am seeing right now. This person is not my Jake. This man is not my Jake. He is not the Jake that I remember from that night.

Trembling underneath his weight, I stare at him with worry in my eyes. My chest rises and falls and my bottom lip quivers. "Are you going to rape me?"

His eyes trail over my face, down my neck and my clearly, visible breasts. He brings his attention back to my face and holds onto my gaze, with a flicker of warmth behind them. "Why would I?" he asks in a soft and gentle tone.

"B-Because you're mad at me."

He shakes his head from left to right and loosens his grip on my wrists. "You're never going to change, huh, Icee?"

I smile at the fact that he still remembers my name. "You still remember."

He stands to his feet and holds his hand out for me to grab it. "I never forget a pretty face."

I stare at his open hand for a second and sigh in relief. I'm going to be okay. I place my hand in his and he quickly pulls me to my feet, which causes me to bump against his chest. Without him noticing it, I sniff his T-shirt and smile to myself. He still smells the same.

Jake pushes me back when my phone starts ringing. "You should answer that."

Answering my phone right now would be the death of me. Edward is going to chew me out and there is no telling what he has in store for me whenever I get back. I glance at the phone again, seeing Edward's name flashing in front of me, before looking at Jake. He's so tall now.

"Do you want me to answer it? Your boyfriend looking for you or something?" he asks, interrupting my thoughts of his new, manly physique.

"No," I say while turning away from him. "I got it." Damn you Edward for spoiling my reunion. Fucking bastard! As I walk across the floor, dragging the sheet behind me; I lean against the sliding glass door which leads to the balcony and overlooks the small rose garden below. I roll my eyes and press the 'talk' button. I lower my voice and try to cover the speaker. "Yes, Edward."

"Where the fuck have you been? I've been looking for you all night! How come you haven't returned my texts or any of my calls? Where are you? I'm coming to get you!" Edward screams over the phone at the top of his lungs.

Jake stares at me suspiciously and looks away as if he is trying to play it off.

"I was working, that's all," I say softly.

"You haven't been working all night, Isabella! What the fuck was that at the club, huh? What kind of shit is that? You embarrassed me!"

I embarrassed you, huh? Shit, you're embarrassing me right now. "Like I said, I was working! And I still am, damn it! I'll call Zafrina and tell her where I am so she can pick me up!"

"You're not calling Zafrina for a damn thing! I'll come get you!" He demands, "Where are you?"

I groan loudly as I press my back against the glass door. "Cat Eyez. I'm by her place."

"I'll be there in thirty," he says before the phone goes dead.

"Fuck!" I yell as I push away from the door and walk toward my pile of clothes near the bed. I hate him! I hate him! As I drop the sheet to the floor, letting the cold air of the central AC blow against my bare skin to cool me down; I bend down to grab my dress from off the floor.

"Who is that?" asks Jake as if he were not listening to my conversation. "He sounds pissed off."

Edward has me so riled up that I completely forget Jake is in the room. A warm flush of blood rush to my cheeks and I suddenly feel embarrassed. It isn't like he hasn't seen me naked before. So, what's the difference now? Well, I am a 21 year old fully grown woman, with boobs, curves and a body to die for, that's why. I'm not sixteen and insecure anymore. I love my body for what it is.

I shake the dress out in front of me to knock out any wrinkles and slip it over my head. Once the thin black straps are sitting perfectly on my shoulders, I pull the dress down and smooth out the front with my hands; I look at Jake for an instant. He is watching me. No, he is eyeing every single part of my body. He knows a good looking woman when he sees one.

I answer his question with a lie. "Just a close friend. He likes to keep tabs on me." I pull my hair over my shoulder before bending down to put on my yellow pumps.

"He's your pimp?" he asks while folding his arms across his chest.

Suddenly I look at him with shock written across my face. I don't think I can pull a fast one on this man. "Why do you say that?"

"Because I know that you are a stripper and you said Cat Eyez earlier. She's a prostitute."

I sigh and walk over to the night stand, obviously trying to give myself time to think of a way to get out of this Q&A session. He doesn't need to know about what I do outside of Wonderland and neither do his friends. "She doesn't do that anymore," I say while grabbing my bracelet and clutch from the night stand.

"Yeah, right," he laughs.

"Look, can you give me a ride to her place?" I ask hoping to change the subject.

He shrugs his shoulders nonchalantly as he follows me toward the door. I wrap my hand around the door knob and open it, but Jake pushes it back quickly. He rests his hands on my shoulders, his fingertips lightly brush over my arms before stopping at my waist. My breath stutters and suddenly my mouth feels parch. "W-What is it?"

"Turn around," he whispers.

When I turn around, he places his hands on both sides of my head and leans forward. With him being so close to me, the slightly strong scent of his cologne which smells like spice and some other scent I cannot figure out makes my nostrils flare. I look under my lashes and bite my bottom lip as he stares at me with those 'fuck me' eyes. He couldn't get any hotter, I think as his tongue darts out over his bottom lip. In only five years, Jake has grown into a fine man. I mean, he used to be sexy back then too, but now…damn! Sex on a platter would be the best way to describe his sex appeal. Hell, he's a buffet of sexiness. And you know we all love buffets.

Five years later and I still want him. I am still drawn to him. I know what he is capable of, but I can only imagine what the sex may be like now that he is a little older.

He tilts his forehead against mine and I inhale the minty scent of his breath. My eyes are locked on his full lips, dark eyes and wide nose. He's perfect. With his right hand he cups my cheek and I rub against his open palm. He lowers his hand further down to the crook of my neck, where it stays for only a moment, before moving lower.

I want him to touch me. I want to feel him against my body again. I just want to be near him once more. Touch me, Jake.

Jake lowers his head to my lips and suddenly he presses his mouth against mine. He plants light and feathery kisses against my moist lips. There is something about the way he kisses me. They aren't forceful kisses, but welcoming ones as if he is welcoming me back into his life. Our kisses are passionate in their own special way.

He wraps his right arm around my waist and lifts me so I can wrap my legs around his waist. Our kisses become deep, hungry and animalistic as he pushes me against the door with a loud thud. We are kissing like two wolves fighting in a forest. Snarling, hungry and growling viciously. Jake has a little wolf in him. I moan against his mouth, taking in everything he has to offer. "Mmph…" My fingers find the tiny strands at the back of his neck as I push his head forward, deepening the kiss.

It feels good to kiss like this.

The door rattles behind us. "Jake, what the hell are you doing in there, man?" asks Embry as he knocks on the door.

Jake pulls away from my mouth only to answer Embry. His voice is breathy and tries to sound unoccupied as I kiss his neck. "Nothing. I'll be out in a second."

"Why does it sound like you are directly on the door? Are you screwing that chick?"

His lips traces along my jaw line. "No, not at all. Tell the guys I'm coming."

"Alright."

A devilish grin appears on my lips, followed by a light giggle.

"So, Icee, are you going to tell me the truth?" asks Jake.

"The truth about what?"

"Is that guy your pimp?"

"You already know the answer," I say bluntly.

"I know I do. You're a prostitute and that guy is your pimp."

"Not true at all."

He smirks, rubs his hands over my thighs and underneath my dress. I gasp when he cups my ass firmly and pushes me against the door even more. His body is so close to me that his body heat is warming me up and I can feel his dick through his pants. He releases me so I can stand firmly on my feet before his hand goes straight for my pussy. The guy had magic fingers just like Edward, except Jake is extremely cocky about his skills.

"Well, when you go back to that dude, I want him to smell how wet I got you. I bet he can't get you soaking wet like I can."

My legs begin to tremble as he moves his finger in and out, from left to right and up and down. I lean forward, tilt my head against his chest and moan. "Baby, that feels so good!" 'Baby'? He isn't your baby.

So, what if he isn't the person I want to call baby or my man. I feel fucking fantastic and so does his finger inside me. I'll call him whatever he wants me to call him as long as he keeps touching me like this.

"Tell him I signed my initials on your pussy, okay?" He pulls his finger out of me and steps away from me.

I gasp, "Oh yes, I will." At that very moment my legs give out on me. It is just a little fingering, not even two or three fingers. Just one little finger and it gets me on my knees. Jake hit all the right spots with his finger, that's for sure.

He smirks and helps me to my feet. "We got twenty minutes to get you to Cat Eyez's place. You know the way." He says while opening the door for me.

I rub the back of my neck nervously and walk through the door. I need to get myself together; I am about to take yet another walk of shame after doing something crazy with Jake. I need to get my thoughts together for one thing. What will I tell Edward when he shows up at Cat Eyez's apartment? And at the rate I am walking, he is probably already there and is about to knock her door down. I am sure Cat Eyez will cover for me.

As we walk side by side down the stairs, I hear Jake's friends talking amongst themselves in the living room. Out of nowhere a short, beefy, russet-skinned guy walks around the corner from the kitchen with a bottled water in his hand. He stops in his tracks, eyeing me up and down, and rubbing his large hand over his slight buzz cut. He steps forward and turns to get a good look at me with a smirk on his face. "Icee, nice to see you again," he says in a husky voice.

I glance at Jake over my shoulder before looking at the guy again. "Hi."

"I didn't expect to see you here at all." He looks over his shoulder toward the older guy with the thick muscles.

I instantly recognize him from the picture in Leah's car. He's Sam.

"Hey, Sam! Now we know what Leah was up to last night." He walks over to Sam and pats him on the back. "She was screwing Icee, of all people."

Sam elbows the guy in the side before pushing away from the back of the sofa. He strolls across the room and stares at me. "Was she any good?" he asks while peering at me.

I shift my weight to my left leg and sigh loudly. "She was fantastic! She definitely has a lot of skills," I say walking toward the front door. I can hear the other guys laughing and 'ooohing' after I answer him. "Tsk. It's a shame that you let her go so easily. Leah is perfect."

"I told you!" The guy blurts out loud with a booming laugh.

Sam shoots an evil glare toward the guy. "Shut the fuck up, Quil! Nobody's talking to you!"

Quil has an infectious grin on his face. "So, Icee, what exactly did you do to Leah?"

"Well, I made it rain on her with some champagne and I ate her out with a few pieces of ice." By now Quil is literally foaming at the mouth. I look at Sam as I say these things. He needs to know how good of a time Leah had. She doesn't deserve him and even though he looks like a teddy bear right now, he is still wrong for breaking up with her and hooking up with her fucking cousin just because she likes a little pussy every now and then. Hell, she loves him! "Oh, I rocked her world, Sam."

Sam looks as if he wants to break down and cry.

"Hey! Hey! That's enough!" yells Jake as he moves to my side. "Look, I need to get Icee home. I'm sure we will see her at the club and other places."

"Other places, like where?" asks the guy who seems like he has a temper.

"Maybe a street corner or a backseat of a police car," answers Quil.

I cut my eyes toward Quil and flip him the bird. "Fuck you!"

Jake drapes his arm over my shoulder. "Come on guys, leave her alone and Sam too," says Jake as he closes the door behind him.

I say, "I don't like your friends much," while walking toward the only car parked out front; a Lexus.

"They're cool people. Don't worry about Quil. He's the jokester of our group."

"And Sam?" I ask looking over the roof of the car.

"Our leader."

"Some leader you got there."

"Did you really do all those things to her?" he asks.

A sexy smirk appears on my face. "Oh hell yes, I did!"

He only laughs as he pulls out his keys swiftly and pushes a button to unlock the doors. Opening the driver's side door, he climbs inside and slams it shut. Once I get in, he starts up the ignition and turns on the radio. An understandable rap song, with a catchy hook blares through the speakers, but he suddenly turns it down to a suitable volume. He puts the car in reverse, backing out through the thick, black gates and nodding his head to the beat.

Once we are on the highway and heading in the right direction, he keeps his eyes on the road and drives with one hand on the steering wheel. He looks cool.

"So, who's your pimp?" he asks in a straight-forward tone.

He just is not going to let it go. "I told you that I am not a prostitute," I say with irritation in voice.

"Oh, please, Icee! Don't give me that bull! You can't tell me that you are working at Wonderland of all places because you need money to pay for college! Hookers work at Wonderland and look at what you are wearing, it is perfect hooker attire."

I lean forward, my hair dangling over my shoulders and rage in my eyes. "How fucking dare you! Let me out!"

"No, I'm not letting you out." He sighs loudly. "I don't know why you want to lie to me. You don't owe me anything. I mean, I hardly know you."

I am only lying because I don't want you to know. I don't want you to get hurt. You don't need to know anything.

He trails on. "Whoever that guy is, I don't want him to hurt you. You don't deserve that kind of treatment at all."

"Thanks."

"But I want you to know that I am going to find out eventually. I'm sure you've gotten pretty popular over the years."

"I have," I say softly. Too popular for my own good.

Jake drives like a mad man through the L.A. streets, bypassing traffic jams as if he has lived here all his life. He knows his way around without a problem.

It is about 9:25 in the morning when Jake parks in an empty parking space in front of the apartment building where Trixie and Cat Eyez reside. I have five minutes to get in the building and explain as much as I can to my best friend. I gather my things before looking toward Jake whose smile seems to brighten up my day. I wrap my fingers around the door handle and pull it outward to open it, before getting out. I slam the door shut, turn around to face the car and see the window automatically rolling down.

"Jake…um…thanks," I say with a smile on my face.

"No problem." He smiles and I see something else behind it. "Remember to tell him exactly what I said."

I laugh nervously and my cheeks flush. "Yeah, I'll do that." I turn around to walk toward the apartment building and listen for his car to pull off. Suddenly, I turn around only to see his car still sitting there. "Go home!" I yell.

"I want to see your pimp!" he yells through the window with a cocky grin plastered across his face.

"Please, Jake! Just go!"

"Fine! Just stop begging!" The window rolls up; he puts the car in reverse and drives onto the long stretch of road.

While sighing to myself and combing my fingers through my hair, I notice Cat Eyez standing out on the deck, glaring down at me. I rush up the stairs to Trixie and Cat Eyez's apartment. When I reach the door, I start to knock. As soon as my knuckles make contact to the door for a second time, it opens and Cat Eyez yanks me into the apartment. I stumble forward and look at her, only to see anger on face.

She yells, "Bella, where the fuck have you been? Edward's been calling my phone nonstop and it is seriously starting to piss me off!"

I open my mouth to speak, but she shakes her head from side to side with fear and anger covering her face.

"Didn't I tell you to stay on his good side? Now you are going to screw it all up! He's Edward Cullen! You don't fucking treat him like he is some random loser you met at a club! This man is taking care of you and you do this!"

I hate this feeling. I hate it when she yells at like I am a fucking child. "Like I told you and Edward I was working!"

"Bella, you know damn well you weren't working! You ran off with Leah just so you could get closer to Ja-"

Cat Eyez's sentence is cut short when the apartment door suddenly opens and Edward is standing in the doorway with a frown on his face. "Get closer to whom?"

She looks away quickly, her hazel eyes falling to the floor and she whispers, "Nobody."

"Are you sure?" he asks. His golden eyes move from Cat Eyez to me. I can tell by the way he is looking at us that he knows something is up.

She makes eye contact with him, clears her throat and nods her head. "Positive. I was just telling Bella about a guy I met."

Edward laughs and steps toward me. "I knew we couldn't take the slut out of you."

"Excuse me? Do you want to repeat that again?" Cat Eyez asks with attitude in her tone, her eyes locking on Edward's.

He wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his side. My body goes rigid against him and I cringe to myself. Jake's scent is all over me and I wonder if he will buy the lie about me working as the reason why I smell like another man.

"No offense. I am only using that as an expression," he says softly. He turns his head to the side and kisses the top of my head. His lips stays planted against my hair, which smells like I washed it in champagne. "Thank you for taking care of her," he says turning to face Cat Eyez.

She glares at me. "Yeah, it was nothing."

He asks, "Are you ready to go?"

"Yeah, I need a shower," I say softly.

Edward pulls me to the door hastily, while Cat Eyez follows us to the door. "Bella, I'll meet you at the car." He lightly pushes me to the stairs; I look at Cat Eyez standing in the doorway wearily and rush down the stairs. Once I reach the bottom step, I can hear Cat Eyez ask Edward a question. There is a hint of attitude in her voice.

"What do you want, Edward?" Cat Eyez asks with a frown on her face.

"You need to stop lying for her. You are only going to get her into deeper shit. I suggest you tell me where she was." His words are lace with malice and power.

"What if I don't?"

"Bella is going to pay for it. Big time. And so will you."

My curiosity stops me from walking any further. I turn slightly to look toward the stairs, Edward and Cat Eyez are so caught up in the their confrontation, they don't realize I am still there listening and watching them.

Cat Eyez steps back into her apartment to close the door, but Edward stops her by grabbing her left arm forcefully and yanks her back into the hallway. She looks him dead in the eyes with fury in her own. "I'm not afraid of you like she is, Edward! There is nothing, and I mean absolutely nothing that you can do to make me tell you what she's been up to!"

"You think so?" he mutters.

"I know so! You don't own me and I am damn sure not going to let you tell me what the fuck to do!" She looks at his hand wrapped tightly around her arm. "Now take your hand off of me!"

Edward's hand falls to his side and he smirks. "I like you Cat Eyez. You got spunk."

"I don't give a fuck, you piece of shit! Now leave before I call the police!" She points toward the stairs.

I take Cat Eyez's yelling as my cue to leave and act as if I've been in the car all this time. For some reason, I cannot resist the urge to stay and watch the dramatic conclusion.

He stuffs his hands into his pockets and walks toward the top step. He casually looks over his shoulder and says, "You really are a horrible friend, but I am sure she is going to tell you everything that I am going to do to her when we get home. Remember, it's your fault." With that he walks down each of the steps as if he is big shit.

By now I am in the car, looking through the window of Edward's Volvo only to see him coming down the stairs with his hands in his pockets and a smile on his face. I had left as soon as he made eye contact with me moments ago and he said his final words to Cat Eyez.

As Edward approaches, he glances my way while walking around the front of the car and for some reason his glare gives me an unsettling feeling. I breathe deeply as the car door opens and Edward slides into the driver's seat. He starts the car and makes a loop around the parking lot to head back out to the highway without another word.

For the entire ride back to the Cullen's home, I chew on my bottom lip over and over again. When I look at my reflection in the mirror, my bottom lip looks red and swollen.

That odd smile is still on his face. Edward's up to something. I know something is up, but I can't quite put my finger on it. I know that Edward is mad at me, he has to be. There is no way he is going to let me get away with this. Especially the way I completely ignored him at the club last night. This isn't over one bit.

When Edward parks his car in the driveway of his home, I climb out of the car and slam the door shut. Edward is already at the front door with the keys jingling in his hand. I take my time walking behind him. I figure the longer I stay outside, the safer I will be. Maybe I should turn around and haul ass right now.

"Move it, Bella." He says from the entrance.

"Coming," I whisper as I step through the doorway and into the hell hole I call home. With my head hanging, I walk to the staircase, but Edward stops me as I place my hand on the rail. "Yeah?"

"Go upstairs and don't do anything," he orders.

"Not even freshen up?" I ask, looking at him underneath my lashes.

"Not even that. I will be up shortly."

"Okay."

Why did I have to be so stupid? Why did I have to seduce Leah? Why the fuck did I stay all night to begin with?

Walking up these stairs seem to take an eternity. I hate it so much, mainly because I don't know what Edward is planning. He doesn't want me to shower or anything. He wants me to feel like crap as punishment for what I did. I'll apologize for disrespecting him, but I will not tell him about Jake for the life of me. He will never know.

When I enter the bedroom, I take off my bracelet and place my clutch on the dresser on the far side of the room. I sigh to myself as I walk to the large bed and fling my body onto the soft comforter. My hair tickles at my neck as I roll onto my back to look up at the ceiling. I have to prepare myself for whatever Edward has in store for me.

The bedroom door opens and in walks Edward with his tailor-made, light blue shirt unbuttoned down the middle. I sit up straight as he walks to the night stand beside his bed and opens the drawer to his stash of condoms. He fumbles around in the drawer, paper and aluminum scraping against each other before he pushes it shut. He bends slightly to pull open the bottom drawer and sticks his hand inside to pull out a two sets of handcuffs and a much longer one that reminds me of shackles.

I gulp as he turns around to face me, the handcuffs and shackles rattling in his hands. "Edward, baby, what's wrong? Are you mad at me?" I say in the sweetest, gentlest voice I can pull off.

He is pretty straightforward when he asks, "Do you still plan on hiding from me what you did last night?"

"There is nothing to hide," I answer quickly.

"You're lying." He moves toward the bed. "Lie flat on your back and don't move."

"Edward," I plead. "Don't do this."

"Lie down," he orders again, this time his voice is much sterner and filled with irritation.

As I swing my legs onto the bed, he moves toward me, reaching for my wrists and places the first pair of handcuffs around my left hand. I scoot my body toward the headboard as he locks the handcuff toward the bar. He does the same with my other wrist before shackling my ankles to the foot of the bed.

I grunt as I try to move my hands and suddenly I feel like a character from The Tudors being tortured by that crazy, stretch contraption.

Edward climbs onto the bed; the mattress barely moves as he position his self between my open legs. He combs his fingers through his bronze hair and stares down at me. "Where were you?" he asks again.

"I told you," I nearly shout while trying to push myself forward, but the handcuffs are holding me back. "Working!"

With his long pointer finger, he pushes down on my chest, forcing me into the thick comforter. His finger trails down the thin material of my black dress and hardly touches my stomach. "I'm going to need you to stop lying to me, Bella. It is so not you." He walks his pointer and middle fingers over my thigh and drops them between my thighs.

"Well, this isn't you, Edward! This isn't you at all! Look at what you're doing to me!" I try to the turn situation on him.

His voice is so calm, as if nothing is bothering him. "Doing what? I own you. I can do whatever I want to you, but for now," he pauses, "I just want answers." He lowers his body so his head is in between my thighs and he pushes my dress up around my waist.

Automatically I start to squirm because I know where this is going. I know what Edward is up to. My legs wiggle around him, bouncing and moving frantically.

"Stop," he orders, placing his hands on my legs for restraint.

Looking down at him with fear in my chocolate brown eyes, I say, "Don't do this."

He exhales and I feel his warm breath tickle against my overheated skin. "I can smell you, Bella, and you stink."

Of course I stink, idiot. You won't let me take a shower!

He inhales deeply this time and continues to sniff at my pussy.

By now, I know that I am screwed. There is nothing that I can tell him. Hell, I don't have any money as proof of me working. So, what can I do?

He raises his head a bit to look at me as he rubs his thumb over my clit. "Let me ask you something. Did he leave a message for me?"

It is as if he knows about everything that happen between Jake and I. It makes me wonder if he saw Jake drop me off. Did he see the friendly way we act with one another?

I flinch as his thumb moves over my pink nub. "I have nothing to hide."

"Bella, just stop. You're caught. Get over it. You can't keep this up. You're running out of lies and to tell you the truth, his scent is all over you. Would you like me to count the dried cum on your pussy lips too? Surely, you didn't get wet for me."

My voice comes out like a whimper. "Edward I-"

"What did he say?"

I repeat Jake's exact words. "He said to tell you that he signed his initials on my pussy."

He asks, "What are those initials?"

I close my eyes shut and reopen them. "I don't know."

"You don't know?" He cocks an eyebrow and looks at me with suspicion. "Are you sure about that?"

"I'm sure. You see, last night when I left, I left with a woman and she took me back to her hotel room. She said that she and her boyfriend wanted to have a threesome, so she chose me." I hold his gaze and try to make my story sound as realistic as possible. "She told me that she was going to pay me a lot of money if I do it. So I did. I thought it would be okay, but when I woke up, they both were gone."

He pushes onto his knees, staring at me as if he did not believe a word that I am saying. He moves his hand to the back of his neck and kneads the skin below his hairline. "You got ripped off. Why lie to me about that?"

I smile to myself when I realize that he is buying my lie. "Because I know what you would do to them if you found out. I know you, Edward. I know how you feel about your money and your women, and I know the results if you ever found them."

He covers his mouth and his shoulders rise up and down. He chuckles, "Do you really think that I would harm them? Do you really think that I am that insane?"

"Yes." And it's true.

Edward crawls on top of me and leans toward my mouth. He lightly plants a kiss on my lips and whispers, "Don't judge me because of what I did to Dre. That bastard had it coming for him for a long time. I just needed an excuse to execute it." He then kisses my forehead. "Next time, don't take a job on your own without me knowing about it." He moves and whispers into my ear, "Next time, baby, I might have to bite."

Even though his words come out velvety smooth, I hear a hint of anger and warning behind them. He is warning me that the next time I decide to pull a fast one on him, my punishment is going to be far worst than this.

"I'm sorry, baby." I lean upward so that I can reach his lips and he meets me halfway. "Do you forgive me?"

"Maybe." He quickly presses his lips against mine and pulls away with a serious look on his face. "I want you to know that you belong to me and if you decide to fuck some other dude, it is going to be on my terms. Do you understand?"

I nod my head. "Yes, it won't happen again."

"Good," he says while moving to unlock the handcuffs.

How did ya'll like the hot, short and funny reunion between Jake and Bella? There will be plenty of more of those. ;) Should I even mention Edward? Nah, not worth it, lol. Anyway! Thank you for stopping by and I will see you in Chapter 10! XOXO