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Investing in Love – Chapter 9

The next morning, I'm up before my alarm goes off. I tell myself I'm just excited because we have our final practice for Twilight before the charity event on Saturday. Yes, that's it... excited about practice today! It has absolutely nothing to do with the possibility of seeing Edward. I keep repeating this thought to myself all morning. Just to make sure I don't do anything stupid, if I see him, I feel the need to relieve some sexual tension that has been building up, strictly a precautionary measure… I need to have a level head the next time I see him.

I start the shower, and I'm eager to get my clothes off and get under the stream of warm water. I close my eyes and remember Edward in his office with his sleeves rolled up on his forearms. I picture the way his pants fit and I just know he's probably toned and masculine under those clothes. I picture his long fingers and remember how they felt on my skin.

I lather the soap on my body, gently running my hands over my breasts, tweaking my nipples as I pass over them. I imagine they are Edwards's long seductive fingers and continue to run them down my body and over my stomach. I can feel how swollen my clit is and the need to apply pressure is overwhelming.

I visualize myself walking into Edwards's office wearing a skirt without panties, feeling sexy and confident like one of the women I portray in my dance routines. I can practically hear his velvety voice telling me how beautiful I look. I picture him bending me over his desk and running his fingers up my thighs until he reaches my wet and needy arousal.

I insert two of my fingers into my pussy and bring my right leg up so my foot is resting on the shelf in the shower. I have better access now so I start pumping my fingers in and out in a rhythmic motion. I picture Edward unzipping his pants and freeing himself so that he can take me fully from behind. I don't normally think cocks are beautiful, but damn I bet he has a beautiful cock. My breathing starts to get faster as I imagine what it would feel like to have him sheathed inside of me, expanding my walls and stretching me from the inside. Just the thought alone is enough to send me over the edge, and soon I feel myself pulsating around my fingers. I remove my foot from the shelf and bring my legs together. The sensation is so overwhelming I can barely stand on both feet let alone just the one. I feel sated and relaxed, yet a little annoyed that I climaxed before I could finish my fantasy. Oh well, there's always tonight.

I step out of the shower and reach for the towel on the rack. I look over my shoulder and see myself in the mirror. My wonderful fantasy and feeling of ecstasy vanish at the sight of my back in the mirror, where I'm faced with the scars of my past. The spider web-like scar etched into my back is a reminder of what men of power can do to someone they believe they possess. I turn my head away from the mirror because I can hardly stand to look at it. It reminds me of everything ugly in the world. It reminds me of shattered dreams. Just like the shattered mirror that scraped and marked me for life, it also makes me reflect on all the things I should have done or could have done to prevent this.

This moment brings me back to the realization that I'm scared and damaged, which is why I need to keep my distance from men like Edward Cullen. They are business men who have no morals, and no concern for who they hurt or step over to get what they want. They take and take without a thought to how it might affect someone else. A fantasy is all I can allow Edward Cullen to be.

I'm a little distracted during practice today... actually, I'm a lot distracted. I can tell Mike is more than a little annoyed with me, but the only thing I seem to be able to focus on is the fact that Edward has not shown up. I should be relieved… I want to be relieved… but I'm not relieved, and that just… pisses me off. We finish the routine and for once Mike doesn't come over to help me up. That's odd; he must be really pissed at me.

"Listen, Mike, I'm really sorry. I don't know what my problem is today." I rub my face in frustration and pull my ponytail out of the hair band. I shake my hair out and go sit on the edge of the stage.

"It's okay; I'm out of it, too." Mike comes and sits next to me on the stage, but keeps his distance. What is going on? Did hell freeze over?

"I'll be glad when this charity event is over and we won't have to practice so much. I love to dance, but between getting ready for this event and working at the BDL, I feel like I don't have any down time." It's nice to be able to make small talk with Mike without having him invading my personal space.

"I hear you. Things are different now that Edward is involved." He says Edwards name with disdain.

"What's wrong? Sounds like you don't care too much for Twilight's new investor." I try to act like I'm not nearly as interested in his answer as I really am. But the reality is I'm dying to know what happened after our last practice to cause this behavioral change in Mike. It's also odd to see Mike upset about something; he's usually so carefree and jovial.

"Yeah well, I always thought there was something off about him when we first met, and now I know he is just an asshole." I look at Mike with shock on my face. Whatever Edward did must have really pissed him off.

"You know what? Fuck Edward Cullen! I don't care what he says." Mike swiftly scoots closer to me on the stage. Now he's invading my personal space, causing me to flinch a little at his sudden movement.

"He demanded that I have no physical contact with you, except when it's completely necessary during our dance routines. He claims he has eyes everywhere and that he will be watching." When Mike puts his hand on my thigh, I don't even notice because I'm so stunned by what he's telling me. Edward Cullen threatened Mike Newton not to touch me? I can't deny that I'm thrilled at the thought of Edward being protective of me, but what gives him that right?

"I told him we have a thing, but that didn't go over so well." I'm suddenly brought back to reality again by Mike's incorrect statement. I finally realize that Mike is moving his hand higher up my thigh. I grab his hand and throw it back in his lap. If he wants to touch someone's thigh he can grope his own.

"What did you just say?! We do not have a 'thing'. How many times do I have to tell you?" I jump off the stage and stomp up the auditorium aisle. I don't have the patience to deal with him right now. The auditorium is still dark with only the stage lit up behind me. I make my way to the door that leads me out of the shadowy auditorium and into the light of the lobby.

I'm only a few steps away when the door is thrown open so hard it hits the adjoining wall. The sound it makes is so loud, it reverberates off of the auditorium walls and my eyes reflexively shut tight. When my eyes open, my heart starts pounding so fast, it feels like it could beat out of my chest; not because I was startled, but because of the figure standing in the doorway.

Edward Cullen is looming in the doorway framed by the light of the waiting area behind him. Have I died and gone to heaven? Because he looks like a god… a very powerful and pissed of god. He gives me a quick glance and then looks to the stage where Mike is still sitting. I look back and Mike looks like he just got caught with his hand in the candy jar. He starts to stand up and I wonder if he is going to take off running. Edward must be thinking the same thing because his voice is thunderous when he calls out for him.

"Mike! Meet me in the office. Now!" If Mike had thoughts about running, he certainly isn't going to now. I don't know what it is about Edward, but when he tells you to do something, you do it.

Edward gives me one last quick glance and then heads out the door towards the office. Meanwhile, Mike trudges up the aisle with all the enthusiasm of a man on death row heading to the electric chair.

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