A/N: I've come down with a nasty bout of the flu, so you will probably be seeing me updating most of my stories while I'm stuck at home on bed rest. I am going to add another chapter after this one because I came up with a last minute idea and it will be too long if I put it all into one chapter. So, hopefully you will like this!
Edward POV:
"Edward Cullen!"
I sighed and put my hand over the speaker on my cell phone. "I'll be there is just a minute, Bella," I called back. I removed my hand, hurrying to get this conversation over and done with. "Emmett, are you sure that is a good idea? I think you should let them get out of their own trouble. Don't fight fire with fire."
"Who said anything about a fire?" Jasper said from somewhere in the background.
Emmett erupted into loud guffaws. I rolled my eyes and sighed, growing more and more frustrated with my imbecile brothers. "Loosen up, Edward. Jasper and I have it all planned out. It will work perfectly," he replied. There was a smile in his voice. I was glad that he was far enough that I wasn't able to hear his thoughts. I didn't even want to know.
As I opened my mouth to argue, a short man in a blue uniform walked right through the hole where the other half of the front door used to be. He hadn't even acknowledged me trying to handle something on the phone. The least he could have done was knock on what was left of the wood in the doorway. "I need to fix the door," he said, his tone abrupt and rude.
I paused for a moment as I took in his obvious appearance; the hammer in his left hand and the small, tan bag full of what I guessed were tools. I plastered a fake smile onto my face. "I can see that. Would you mind coming back another time?" I requested as politely as I could manage.
The man looked offended. "Yes. I do mind." And, as if he were just doing this to annoy the hell out of me, he dropped his tools onto the ground as a sign that he didn't plan on leaving any time soon. His hammer, nails, and other miscellaneous construction tools scattered all over the wooden floors. The impact wasn't quiet.
"EDWARD!" Bella screamed.
"I'm coming, love!" I called back, my voice coming out sharper than intended. The man repairing the door bent his head down and started laughing under his breath. Annoyed, I glared at him. "I'm sorry, but do you find something funny?"
"No," he snorted. "No, not at all, kid." What kind of a name is Edward?
I felt a surge of anger and, for a moment, I thought I was going to completely lose it. Who did this guy think he was? I took a deep and steadying breath. Stay calm, I told myself over and over. The silly human isn't worth the frustration. "All right. Just try and keep it down, please," I said, thinking of Bella in the other room.
"Oh, I'll keep it quiet," the man muttered. I stared at him for a moment, forgetting about Emmett on the other line. The nerve of some people, I thought bitterly.
"Hello!? Edward, are you there?"
"Yes, sorry." There was a loud bang; I was sure this guy had made it loud on purpose. I looked at him, and the huge grin nearly caused me to kick him out of the suite. Or at the very least, knock all of his teeth out. I became distracted again.
Keep it down, the man scoffed in his head. I'll show you keeping it down, pretty boy. Rich people thinking they are better than everyone else. Good lord, I need to get another job . . .
I shook my head and rolled my eyes, trying to ignore the infernal racket the man was making. "Just do what you want, Emmett," I snapped into the phone. "But remember I had absolutely nothing to do with it." I needed to make that as clear as possible. Knowing them, they would end up doing something stupid and then blame me for it.
"Oh, come on, little brother. Have a sense of humor."
"First of all, I'm not your little brother. And second, I can't have a sense of humor when my fiance is so drunk she can't even stand up," I growled through my teeth.
"Whatever. We are getting ready to get out of the cab. We will be over at the hotel in about an hour or so."
"Good luck," I muttered unenthusiastically. I snapped the phone shut before they could make me any angrier.
As I turned to walk back into Bella's room, there was another high-pitched scream that hurt my ears. "EDWARD!"
This time, I began to worry. I ran into her room, expecting something much worse than to see her just sitting up, looking extremely angry and flustered. "What's wrong?"
She slammed her fist down onto the comforter, nearly falling over in the process of her little fit. "Get off the damn phone!" Her head swayed back and forth as she screamed at me. I couldn't help but find her anger adorable.
I smiled and held up my hands, palms forward. "I'm off." I kicked the door shut on my way over to her; hopefully, there would be no more interruptions from that low-life outside.
When I sat down on the bed beside her, she tilted and grabbed fistfuls of my shirt to try and keep her posture upright. Roughly, she kissed me, tangling her hands in my hair. My throat burned for a moment, but I tried not to think about that side of my nature. I casually pulled away and shook my head as I took her wrists, prying them off. I set her head back onto the pillow and pulled the comforter up to her chin.
She frowned and kicked the entire thing off of the bed. I stared at her in disapproval. "What was that about?"
"I'm not tired," she snapped.
"Bella, humor me, please."
"No! I don't find you funny!" She rolled her eyes and waved her hand dismissively. "I don't want to go to sleep. I want to have fun," she said, giggling uncontrollably.
"F-Fun?" I stammered, slightly leaning away from the look on her face. Bella reached for the top button on my shirt, fumbling as she tried to get it undone. I blinked, surprised. I hope that she didn't mean what I thought she meant by 'having fun'.
"Um, Bella? I don't think that is such a good idea." I held her hands and lightly pulled them away from the collar of my shirt. But Bella latched onto the button, causing it to pop completely off. She threw the button across the room and instead reached for the hook on the back of her dress.
I reached for her arms to stop her. "Bella, m-maybe you should lay back down," I suggested, my voice shaking the slightest bit from the surprise.
"I don't want to. You won't regret it later," she chided, her voice persuasive and intentionally seductive.
"Oh, I think you might," I muttered under my breath, thinking of the possible consequences.
"You're no fun," Bella said, crossing her arms over her chest.
"You'll thank me for it later. But, please lie down."
Bella didn't lay back down, but she didn't continue to try and take her dress off either. Instead, she had a look on her face that said it all. "Bathroom!" she screamed. She ran into the bathroom, plunging her head into the toilet base. I was on the floor with her in an instant, holding her hair up. This was going to be a long and interesting night.
A/N: I hope you enjoyed this! I was originally going to include this as the end because I didn't think it was that good, but this means you guys get another chapter!!! Review and tell me what you thought!