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Chapter 9
Red Devil
Title: Maybe I know, somewhere
Song: Paramore's The Only Exception
Agentella's POV
There are no words to describe the anger that is pulsing though my body right now.
Goddamn fucking asshole!
Still in love with Black? Is he fucking serious!
I just don't understand how he could think that.
It's him; he's the one that consumes my thoughts, my time, my days and my nights.
It's like Black never existed when he is around. Does he not see this?
So what do I do? Instead of taking him back to bed and showing him how much I care for him, I kick him out.
So now wha,t you dumb bitch?
'What the hell? You know what I'm going to do!' I sneer back at my inner monologue.
I sigh and shake my head at myself. Heading to the bathroom, I grab a pair of yoga pants a tank top, take a quick shower and try not to think.
As I shower I notice how stiff my body is, and…sore?
What in the hell did he do to me?
I finish up, dress and sit on the couch with my phone in my hand. Scrolling through my address book, I find my saviour's number and hit send.
"B!" his singsong voice yells upon answering.
"Hello, Riley," I sweetly reply.
"Uh-oh, what's wrong?" he immediately asks.
"I messed up," I start. "You know my new client? The one that I emailed you about?"
"You didn't?"
"Yes, then we got in a huge fight and I kicked him out after he accused me of still loving Black."
"What made you change your mind about sleeping with him or with anyone for that matter?"
"Last night there was this banquet and I was escorted by a player from Chelsea, and then Edward and I danced the tango and argued, and then his date, who is his cousin, tried to kiss me, so I ran and he followed. Then I started thinking and I then I thought he left but he didn't and I can't let him go," I explain in a rush of words.
"Slow down, darling," Riley coos. "You thought about you and Edward as a couple?"
Now more than ever I wish Riley was here to hug me and make all my fears go away.
Riley Meyers is my oldest and dearest friend. We grew up together, played soccer as kids and we have been there for each other for every major moment in our lives.
I was there when Riley came out of the closet and told his parents during his senior year of high school. We cried and held each other in my bed after his parents didn't take the news very well.
Luckily a few years of talking and working with some counsellors, they managed to work things out and Riley has the loving and supportive parents that every gay person wishes to have.
Riley is the only one that picked me up off the floor when I found Black cheating on me. He let me cry and lie in despair until he said that it was enough, kicked my ass out of his bed and put the phone in my hand to call Caius.
He was also the only one to be there for me when Renee left my dad. I'll never forget being only twelve years old and my mother telling us that she is leaving and walking out the door. It was raining that day, and as I watched her car pull down the street, I ran after her, only to stop at the end of the block.
Riley somehow knew something was wrong and appeared out of nowhere to comfort me.
There have never been any romantic feelings for each other. Don't get my wrong I love Riley, like a brother. More like a sister that I never had.
I stand up with the phone in my hand and start to pace the room, breathing hard, trying my damnedest not to cry.
Crying will just make this worse. I can't explain and I can't control what is going on with Edward. There is this connection and then there is the physical attraction, but what throws me off, what I can't control or predict, is what comes out of Edward's mouth.
"Bella, you need to calm down. You need to get your sweet tight ass to a massage," he commands giggling slightly.
"What the hell, Riley?" I know that he is just trying to be funny, to make me laugh about this situation.
"Oh, from what you have told me about Edward and what I know of him, I bet you need a rub down after last night," Riley swoons over the phone.
"Riley!" I exclaim.
"What? Don't deny that the boy has skills. He fucked you up and down and now you are sore."
Silence.
"See, guilty. So tell me, is he big? Stamina? I bet he fucked you for hours," Riley asks but muses as well. I can tell that he is day dreaming of what Edward fucking looks like. Dirty perv.
I continue my silence.
"B. One of these days, you are going to dish. And that is one plate that I will gladly take."
"Riley, I'll put it this way, I'm sore and limping a little," I answer blushing.
"I knew it!"
"Calm down, Riley," I warn.
Not that I have been in a ton of physical relationships, but Riley always, I mean, always wants me to share. In all of his, he has never held back. I know what more that I should.
"Okay, so your instructions again are to get a massage," he starts. "Then you should think about everything but not over think and then go to him. Cause you know that you will. Might as well jump in with both feet," Riley recommends.
"Two feet, got it," I answer.
"And, B?"
"Yes, Riley?"
"From what I can gather from your emails and from your reactions to Edward, you like him. More than you ever did Black, so give him a chance, see where this goes. And for God's sake send me a ticket to come visit. I want to meet Edward, the guy that got you sore and limp," Riley laughs.
"Real mature, Riley."
"Since when did I say I was mature?"
"Good point. Thanks for talking to me. And thanks for the advice."
"I'm always here, now go."
We finally get off the phone before I call the hotel concierge and request an appointment for the hotel masseuse.
An hour later, while he rubbing my body and all I can think is that the hands on my body are not the hands that I want.
But, as I melt me into the table, I take Riley's advice and think.
Fuck, I'm doing a lot of that lately.
There are so many things to get straight. My own feelings, they are all over the place. I want Edward, more that I have ever wanted anything or anyone in my life. He is the exception to the rules, in every sense.
I can't hold on to my fears that I have had my whole life. The same fears that allowed me to be involved with Black. I'm not Renee. I don't want to talk away from the chance to love.
She never gave us a chance.
'I don't want to think about what she gave up,' I tell my inner monologue.
The male masseuse finishes and I tip him and send him off before taking a nap.
As I sleep, my dreams are filled with Edward's strong arms holding onto me as I lean over a bridge. I wait to fall, but I never do. He is there and won't let go.
Startled from my dreams, I jerk up in bed. If I analyze my dream, it's telling me more than my own thinking could.
Edward is worth the risk.
I change into a pair of comfortable jeans, a faded white t-shirt and my favorite pair of shoes that aren't heels, my worn chucks.
It's time to talk to Edward, to figure something out. We are better together than apart and when we fight it, we end up hurt. And the way that we are going, we are just going to go back and forth kill one of us kills the other.
I grab my purse and my keys and head out to Edward's.
Stopping at the store, I make sure to pick up all the things that need to fix him dinner.
I make my way to his place and stand outside the door, waiting, for what feels like forever before I ring his doorbell.
"Swan," he coldly states, opening the door.
Edward looks tired, small dark circles under his eyes. He looks like a mess, wearing a pair of mesh shorts and a t-shirt that is wrinkled.
"Dinner?" I ask hoping that he at least he will let me in. I raise the bags and offer him a soft smile.
"Yeah, I could eat," he says trying to hide his smile.
He opens the door and allows me to come in. As I enter and head to the kitchen, placing the bags on the counter. I hear Edward padding behind me, and I can feel Edward's eyes on me, burning holes into the back of my head.
He takes a few steps closer and is peering over my shoulder looking at what I have in the bags.
"Shrimp and pasta," I explain taking out everything. "It's one of my favorites."
He steps back and watches me work in the kitchen.
I start the sauce and the pasta silently, just working just to robotically move.
"Edward, I don't know how to talk to you about this," I start.
"Well then allow me. The way you treated me yesterday was a fucking joke," he sneers.
"I'm sorry. It just what I feel for you is so intense."
"And you don't think I feel it too? That I don't have a million reasons to run a bloody mile? You are not the only scared one here, Bella. The difference is I won't allow my fear to stop me from wanting you the way I do."
"I know you won't, but I've been in this situation before, with Black, and it ended badly. And I'm not comparing you to him. If anything, you erase him. But if I give into what I want, it could hurt your career. I can't do that to you."
"I get to decide if I want to risk my career. Not you, Bella and also, what the fuck does the fact we're shagging have to with how well I kick a ball across a pitch?"
I finish everything that I need to do at the stove and turn to speak to him face to face. He looks beyond livid.
"Us," I wave back in forth between the thick air between us, "has nothing to do with how you play. It has everything to do with what happens off the pitch: the press, the club, your reputation. If people find out…"
"Just hold on a minute. Who says we have to announce to world that we're...together. I kind of like the idea of you being my dirty little secret, Swan," he says grinning.
I huff unsure of what to say back to him. I open his cabinets to find the dishes to set the table.
When I finish, he is leaning against the bar, arms folded, looking pissed.
"Edward," I breathe. I'm trying figure out if my voice sounds more like a warning or a request.
"If we are going to do '', you are going to have to follow my rules," I offer. "I might be your dirty little secret, but I'm not a fucking toy."
"I never said you were. The dirty little secret thing was a joke, Bella. Not the secret part, but I'm not ashamed of what's happening between us. I want this. Just for fuck sake don't give me more rules. Have you learnt nothing about me yet?"
I move past him back to the stove, and take the shrimp out of the strainer and add them to the sauce and turn it to low.
"I know enough that you need rules," I say quietly.
Hearing Edward move behind me, I freeze, not sure what to do. Then, he's behind me, closer to me, and then I feel his arm snake around my waist, his body pulling mine flush to his as his face nuzzles into my hair, his breath caressing my skin.
"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away," I offer.
"I hate rules because I feel like they trap me. But honestly, I don't think I mind being trapped by you. I'll follow the rules, Bella. Just do NOT ever throw me out of a room again."
He sighs, his breath is hot on my skin, and my body reacts to his presence.
I take the lid off the sauce and stir. "You know that I want you, Edward."
"Really? You might need to prove that," he purrs.
I smirk. Edward is testing me. Turning, I push him back from our embrace before I unbutton my jeans, wiggling them down my legs. I toe off my shoes before kicking my jeans off, leaving me in a t-shirt and my panties.
He raises an eyebrow at me and I grin back at him, before I stick my hand down my panties and slide a finger into my wet core. I moan just from the simple fact that Edward is watching me right now. Pulling my finger out, I bring it to Edward's lips and slip it in.
He moans, and his eyes close as he sucks and allows his tongue to swirl around my digit.
As I pull my finger out, he grabs my wrist pulling the rest of my body against his.
"I really like the taster, do mind if I get a full sampling?" He smiles that cocky smile of him before kneeling on the floor in front of me. He pushes me back to the counter, and takes my right leg, placing it on his shoulder.
He grins like the fucker that he is before he leans in and kisses over my wet heat. Edward moans and eventually pulls my panties to the side before his mouth and tongue pleasure me. My orgasm is fast and strong, causing me to grip the sides of the counter.
Edward continues to kiss my skin before pulling back with the most smug look on his face.
"Did you get a full tasting?" I ask trying to knock him down a peg or two.
"Hmm, almost. I think I need to repeat our menu from last night to be sure," he says standing up.
He reaches over and turns off the burner before lifting me up and throwing me over his shoulder and hauling me off to his bedroom.
I bounce on the bed as he throws me down. A second later, he is covering me, his mouth kissing my neck and words leaving in mumbled incoherent words.
"Edward," I moan.
"Bella, if you don't mind, I'm going to fuck you now."
"Yes," I sweetly answer as starting to kiss his lips and face before moving down his strong jaw to his neck.
"Um, okay," he stutters out.
I continue to kiss him, as his arms move and tighten their grip on my body.
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