A/N: Hello everyone, it seems like it's been weeks. Not sure. Anyway, I wanted to thank you all for the lovely reviews/story alerts/favorites/pms, all of the juicy stuff that makes my inbox explode into hundreds of orgasms. Thank you all so much for reading this story and being patient even though I've still refused to not share my secret.
Thanks to all the amazing ladies who keep me company on the Twilghted thread with their various ways of torturing Edward. Rose actually got him a voodoo doll, hahaha.
Thanks to Ericastwilight for help on the little ending of this chapter.
Major thanks to my fantastic beta boss, Kuntrygal, who supports me and makes this whole crazy fiasco look presentable and thanks to Lambie.
Disclaimer: I own nothing, as you all know. I basically just rip off from the Twilight saga and sometimes add my own creations.
Warning: This chapter is LONG and will contain scenes with sexual themes, viewer discretion is advised.
Dawn, Twilight & Dusk
I slipped into a pair of gray sweat pants and a white shirt as I got out of the bathroom. Tucking my hair into a neat ponytail, I walked into the bedroom to find Jacob lying down on the bed, with one of his hands draped over his eyes, and a tray of breakfast delights on the bed stand. My lips curved into a smile as I climbed on top of the bed, before straddling him.
"Hey stranger," My fingers tiptoed along his naked chest, tracing the hard, built masculine packs.
"How are you this morning?"
"Mmm…" his hands gripped my hips firmly, before drawing circles on the exposed skin under the shirt. "I'm good sugar, how are you?"
"Perfect," I lowered my head to his, and planted soft kisses on his lips. "I missed you," I murmured in between kisses, as his hands circled my waist, placing me to lie on top of him.
"Mmm…I missed you too," he moaned and brought his left hand to cup my ass, while my hands found purchase around his neck. His lips brushed against mine with the right amount of pressure to open my mouth, slipping his tongue in to slowly intertwine with mine. His hands swept across my back, raising my shirt upward, before sketching my breasts with his palms.
I parted his legs with mine and rubbed my thigh on his growing hard on, as our legs mingled together in a sensual web. His fingers swirled around one of my nipples, causing it to harden in reaction to his touch. A flare of desire ignited in me, and my legs twitched as the fire settled in my very core. Jacob's lips descended down my throat, assaulting it with luscious kisses before pulling my shirt over my head. His lips grazed my flesh with tiny kisses, moving all the way to my puckered nipples and drawing them in between his teeth.
My body trembled in response, and a moan rolled from my throat as he sucked on my nipple tenderly, and deliciously. His hands pulled on the strings of the sweatpants, caressing the skin with the back of his knuckles as his hair tickled my cheeks. He slowly slid the sweatpants off me and our lips clung to each other in the most intimate state. My stomach twisted in anticipation and I ground myself roughly against his erection. His breath let out an inaudible gasp, as our tongues tried to consume each other in a fiery dance of passion.
My hands ran down his sides and my head fell to his neck, teasing it with tender kisses. His teeth raked my collarbones, causing goosebumps to slither across my skin. His tongue traced erotic patterns as my hands struggled to open his pants.
His mouth came back to mine, hot and hard, as my hands stroked his huge length. His hands moved back up to my neck, rubbing my skin softly as he pushed himself into me with need and desperation. My heart bobbed with excitement at the realization that we were actually doing to do this. I couldn't remember the last time we were both in this passionate, yet relaxed state.
I increased the pace of my hand on his length, molding it fast with enough pressure to send him groaning and his head thrashing back to the head of the bed.
"Isabella…" Edward's voice invaded my brain and shocked my senses as I looked at Jacob to be sure I wasn't seeing things.
"Bella…" Jacob moaned as I continued pumping him. I shook my head and chastised my mind that it was Jacob on the bed and not Edward.
Unfortunately, we were interrupted by the blaring noise of my cell phone, signaling that it was Alice calling. In a way, I was relieved for the interruption because something weird had just happened that I couldn't figure out yet. However, I wanted us to continue, to be sure that nothing was wrong with me, and that I hadn't just heard my ex call my name when he was not even in the frigging room.
The only time this had happened was the last time I was with Jake, and I had blamed it on the alcohol. Now, I was in my right senses and I could still hear him, loud and clear. I was starting to think I had some sort of disorder that was somehow linked to hallucinations, hallucinations specifically involving Edward Cullen.
Maybe I needed sexual therapy after all.
Why was this so hard? How was it possible that he had this control over me? Why? Why? Why?
I cried in my thoughts, as my head dropped to Jacob's chest in disappointment. I hadn't even realized that I had stopped giving him a hand job until his hands gently removed mine from his erection, which by the way, was still hard and had not found its release yet.
That made both of us.
I needed this. We needed this. We were going to be married soon and we couldn't even have decent sex or a good make out session before the wedding.
If we couldn't do this now…when were we ever going to do this?
Maybe I should talk to Jasper…then again, maybe not.
He swallowed loudly before speaking in a husky voice. "Wanna get that?" he kissed my hair and I groaned.
Reality intruded for the second time, as my phone continued with its annoying sound. I knew it would take a whole lot to ignore Alice, so I rolled on to the other side of the bed and picked it up, wrapping the sheets around my body. Jacob arranged himself and zipped up before going into the bathroom.
I knew he was disappointed. Hell, I was disappointed. We hadn't had sex for weeks and this was torturing him as much as it was torturing me. I really needed to make this right.
"Hello," I answered the phone with a loud sigh.
"Bella, could you come quickly? Something's terribly wrong," Alice's panicked voice filtered into the phone from the other end of the line.
"Why? What's wrong Al?" I quickly sat up.
"It's Jasper; I need you to get here fast!"
"Okay, I'll be over soon." I dropped the call, quickly thrust my legs into a pair of jeans, and placed my shirt back on.
"Everything alright?" Jacob asked; crossing his arms against his chest, and watching me throw my cards and keys into my purse, before rushing into the bathroom to throw some water on my face.
"It's Alice. I don't know. I have to go." I stopped in front of him to give him a kiss on the cheek. "I'll see you when I get back?"
"I planned dinner for us at seven, can you make it?" he dragged me toward him by my jeans, taking my lips into a soft kiss.
"Sounds awesome, it's a date!" I kissed him one last time before bolting out the door.
I took a cab and arrived at Alice's place in time, rushing through the doors of the building with the key she gave me. I didn't know what was going on, but from the phone call, she sounded really worried and upset. And Alice hardly sounded distressed about something, so this was definitely not good.
"Fuck, hold that elevator!" I heard Rosalie's voice, as I pressed the open button.
"Oh hey you, you looked flushed, are you okay?" she asked, panting and ensuring that a strand hadn't gone astray on her perfect hair.
"I'm okay, she called you too?" I asked, pressing the number to Alice's floor.
"Yeah, said something about it being an emergency. Something about Jasper having an attack, I don't know. I'm just getting here," she held her chest and tried to regulate her breathing as the doors opened.
We ran across the hallway like two crazy women and didn't even stop to knock on the door. Instead I just shoved the key into the keyhole and dashed into the room, looking frantically for Alice as I walked further into the apartment.
"Hey guys, wow, I didn't know you'd be here that fast," I found Alice, looking nice, healthy and very cozy in Jasper's arms, as their eyes darted from the television screen to look at us.
"What?!" Rosalie shrieked, making me cringe at the sound. "You're not dying?" she asked incredulously, as Alice's body vibrated with laughter. "You're laughing? You think this is fucking funny? By the time I'm through with your little idiotic self; you'll be dying and praying someone fucking saves you," Rosalie was ready to pounce on her, as Alice cowered into Jasper's embrace.
"Jasper, so help me lord. If you hide that little minx, I'll be having your fucking balls for breakfast!" she dropped her bag and walked over to the sofa.
I was angry but seeing Rose in action just quenched mine and I decided to step back to let her deal with Alice for the both of us.
"Okay, okay, okay!" Alice screamed in between giggles, as she stood up and ran away from Rosalie's angry stance. "It was wrong, it was stupid and childish, and I fucking apologize but you needed to hear yourselves. Rose was almost crying on the phone, I've never seen her show so much emotion before." She managed to say as another wave of laughter rang in the room, and very soon everyone joined her.
"I thought someone was hurt. Don't fucking do that again." Rosalie hissed. "That was so not funny; you scared the shit out of me,"
"Rosalie you're such a mother at times, come on give me a hug. Let me make it up to you," Alice opened her arms and forced Rosalie into a tight hug.
"I didn't know you were such a softy," I nudged Rosalie, and she rolled her eyes at me, as Alice gave me a kiss on the cheek.
"It's the hormones. If you bitches, including you Jasper," she pointed to him. "Ever mention this to anyone; you all would be having attacks!" Rosalie threatened in a very menacing tone that sent us doubling into another round of laughter for the second time.
The room quieted down for a while before Alice spoke again. "So, I called you here for a reason. We're going to the mall; you idiots have to tell me the whole breakdown of what happened when I passed out. Damn, I can't believe I missed that whole shit yesterday! Jacob and Edward in the same room; who knew? Did anyone get hurt?" Alice applied some lip gloss and placed invisible strands of hair to the back.
"Nothing happened; I can't believe I got interrupted from a good time just so I could give you the gist of something unimportant." I huffed, dropping to the chair beside me.
"Oh, someone was getting some. And that's why I had to use that as an excuse to get you two lazy asses here," Alice said, grabbing her bag and kissing Jasper before we headed out the door.
We drove to the mall, giving Alice a replay of everything that happened yesterday. Rosalie was acting a little edgy on the topic, and I dismissed it as the detestation she usually had for cases concerning Edward. I didn't want to go into too much detail of what happened, considering the fact that I didn't want to think or talk about Edward, now or ever. I was starting on a clean, blank slate. A slate that was going to be filled with me and Jacob. I was going to rectify whatever problems that I had, and Edward Cullen was going to be permanently history.
I was not the eighteen year old girl who thought he was charming because he stole flowers from old women's gardens.
I was not the twenty year old girl he claimed he was going to marry when he stood at that park with his guitar, looking irresistibly sexy.
And I definitely was not the twenty one year old girl he left on her wedding day, after promising her a lifetime of endless love that same morning.
I was Bella Swan, who was going to be a Black, by heart, body and soul.
We stopped at the lingerie store to check out the undergarments they had.
"So guys, I have some big news," Alice said as we strode into the store, going straight to the bra and panties section. "I'm breaking up with Jasper,"
"What?" Rosalie and I shouted in a chorus and turned to face her as she shrugged.
"Why?" I asked, as each of us separated to look at different sets of underwear.
"I don't know. I feel like we're becoming too serious, you know?" she said, looking at a pair of pink and black polka dots bra and pant set.
"Eh…well, that's what you expect from a twenty eight year old guy dating a twenty seven year old girl who've both been in a relationship that many married people don't even achieve. That's what adults do…they get serious," Rosalie said.
"Don't you love him anymore?" I turned to face her.
"I do. I love him but I feel like we're…I don't know how to say this." She dumped the set back on the table and moved to the strapless bras section. "How do I know he's the right guy for me? How do I know he's my soul mate, the one I'm supposed to be with, the one destined for me?" Rosalie rolled her eyes. "How do you know Jacob is the one for you?"
I stopped to think about it. I had never really believed in soul mates, or that there was one guy specifically made for you. In a way, I found the whole theory ridiculous. I did believe in fairy tales once, when I was a teenager. I believed that there was always going to be one amazing guy that would sweep you off your feet. And I believed his name was Edward Cullen. Then I stopped believing when I waited in that princess bridal gown with my hair all rolled up into a crown, hoping to see him in his silver shiny Volvo so we could ride off into the sunset and live happily ever after…
Then I also met reality and she woke me up, and told me that all that was bullshit and just dreams. The heartbreaking revelation was similar to telling a child, Santa didn't exist.
I didn't know if Jacob was the one for me. I just knew that we were compatible with each other, and he was here, and we were getting married and hopefully, there will be no girl waiting for her groom. It would just be me and him, simple.
"Uh, hello." Rosalie snapped her fingers in front of Alice's face, as if to wake her up from her dream. "He's a sexual therapist. He's your soul mate,"
"He's a sexual therapist who believes that love only lasts for two years and after that you just grow to get accustomed to the person," Alice dumped the pair of bras she was holding, in frustration.
"He told you that?" I asked.
"No, he told one of his students,"
"I didn't know he was a professor," Rosalie added, picking up a housecoat and trying it on in front of the mirror.
"He's not; he was filling for someone."
"Aren't you afraid that he'll meet someone though?" I asked her.
"I don't know… it's always been Alice and Jasper. I just want to know if there's someone else out there."
"I know what you're afraid of," Rosalie said looking triumphant, as Alice tried to interrupt. "No, no, don't argue. You're either scared that he's going to leave you, and you want to leave first. Or you're scared because you're growing older, things are rushing too fast and you can't control it."
"I'm not…I just need space," Alice sighed.
"Well, in other news, I might be pregnant." Rose blurted out, turning her attention back to housecoats.
"I thought you weren't getting any," Alice accused.
"Oh please, that was weeks ago,"
"How do you know?" I countered, looking for a place to sit down. Shopping was quite draining.
"Because I've been pregnant once and I can tell. I was taking a pregnancy test when this mouse called me. And if it's true, after this one, Emmett's getting a vasectomy,"
"Why?" Alice asked, slightly in disbelief.
"Because I don't want to ruin my figure, and really two is enough." She picked up some housecoats while Alice picked up a few things as we walked to the cashier.
I stopped in my tracks when I saw the person who had just walked in. She was wearing a black pencil skirt and a dark purple blouse that made her look classy and expensive. Her strawberry blond hair deluged down her shoulders, as she placed her sunglasses on to rest at the top of her head. She glanced around, before walking elegantly towards the padded bra section.
"B, what the fuck is the matter with you?" Alice's voice interrupted me while they paid for their stuffs.
"I just saw the girl Edward came back to Forks with," I said softly, and suddenly an intense feeling clouded my head.
"What girl?" Alice asked, following my gaze to where Tanya stood looking at a pair of interesting lingerie. "Oh… I see. Well, she's pretty hot,"
"I know, she looks my twin sister," Rosalie handed out her credit card to the cashier.
I really had very supportive friends.
"Wonder what she's doing…" Alice pondered as our three sets of eyes glued to the blond woman's form, scanning through various corsets.
"Buying lingerie…what the fuck do they do in lingerie stores?" Rosalie rolled her eyes and picked up her bag.
"Wonder who she's buying it for…" I muttered impetuously.
"I think you should go say hi." Alice said as Rose and I turned to her with a look of disbelief. "What? You know you want to know what kind of relationship she has going on with Edward. Go talk to her,"
"I don't think I should," I finally tore my eyes away from hottie-doll, and looked at my friends.
"And why the fuck not?" Alice asked.
"Because she has moved on from Edward, why would she care if he's seeing a model?" Rosalie added.
I sketched a brow at Rosalie's last word model. I never really understood why she thought that everyone who was extremely beautiful was a model.
"It will ease her curiosity. After all, he says he's back for her so why is he with her?" Alice pointed back to our subject, who had picked quite a handful of underwear in her hand. "Go talk to her,"
I looked at Rosalie to be sure that this was the right thing to do because even though, Rose was harsh and cruel, she thought things through before she acted. Well, she thought some things through because I wasn't entirely in support of Emmett's vasectomy.
"Well, naturally, I would say no but I'm pretty fucking curious so go," she ushered me away from her with her hands.
I took a deep breath and walked toward Tanya's direction. I turned back to look at my friends and be sure this was the right thing to do, and they smiled and encouraged me to continue walking. I didn't know why I was nervous. I was over him. So it shouldn't have really mattered what Tanya was going to say. But the feeling in my chest made my heart race with each step. Whatever she was going to say made me kind of worried.
What if she said she was his girlfriend?
What does it matter?
What if she said she was sleeping with him?
You're over him; you really don't care who he sleeps with or whose picture is in his wallet. He's a done deal, case closed.
What if she's his fiancée and everything he told me was a lie? And I didn't mean anything to him? That this was just a game as I thought it was.
Well, good for him. You make sure you have both of your weddings on the same day!
I hadn't even realized I had reached my destination until she turned to look at me.
"Can I help you?" she asked, tucking her hair behind her ears and showing off her beautiful gold ear rings.
"Um…" I stuttered like an idiot, wondering why the hell in the first place I was here, and standing in front of her. I looked back to my friends and they gave me the thumbs up, which I'm sure if Tanya was watching that exchange, she'd think we were all freaks. "Uh…"
"I'm sorry, do I know you?" she asked again, appearing a bit confused which I didn't blame her for.
"No," I croaked out. "You're Edward's friend right?" I asked casually, but in my mind, I had put the emphasis on the word 'friend' in bold letters.
"Oh, you're one of Edward's friends?" she continued, looking slightly relieved. She probably thought I was a stalker or something, given the fact that stalkers now existed in Forks. "I haven't met any of his female friends before, pardon me, what's your name? I'm Tanya," she held out her hand which was bound with a nice gold watch.
"Bella," I said faintly, as her hands froze on my fingers and she looked down.
Ah, so he's mentioned me. I wonder what he mentioned me as, an ex lover, ex girlfriend, ex fiancée, ex life. I do hope he didn't forget to tell her that he left me on my wedding day, that way she would be properly informed and be ready in case he plans to do it again.
Tanya became quiet immediately, which made this whole situation…awkward. I preferred when she thought I was a freak, and actually had something to say to me. Now there was a kind of tension that sizzled between us and it made me feel uncomfortable. I should have probably thought about what I was going to say before approaching her.
"So," I placed my hands into my back pocket, swinging from foot to foot. It was then I had realized that we were so different. I was only dressed in a pair of jeans and a t-shirt while she looked like something that popped out of a magazine. "Uh, I should go…" I said quickly, turning around to walk away. I had already made a fool out of myself by attempting to talk to her in the first place.
"Bella wait," she called after me and grabbed my wrist, making me face her. "It's not what you think,"
Darn it! Women used that line too?
I folded my arms against my chest and turned to her with furrowed brows. How did everyone know what I thought?
I didn't even know what I thought. All I knew was that Edward was a conundrum that I couldn't solve.
"I can't tell you anything but just know that everything isn't what it seems…" she continued, causing the confusion seed to grow and swell inside of me. "He did a pretty fucked up thing and if I was the one, I wouldn't take him back, either,"
But you're with him now…
I shook my head, hoping that whatever was in the air that was making me feel confused could really diffuse out.
"So what are you to him?" I asked.
Fifty percent of me wanted me to know, forty percent didn't want to know, and the remaining ten percent was hoping not to care.
But I cared…because I always cared whenever it came to him.
"You still haven't answered my question, what are you to him?" I asked again. I didn't know where the confidence was coming from, it was probably from the anxiety of what she was about to say.
"I know that I'm not the one he loves," she smiled weakly.
***
I sat at the table and took a sip of chardonnay, savoring the taste as the liquid kissed my tongue and glided down my throat. Jacob sat in front of me with a smile as the waitress brought our orders and placed it on the table. The table was adorned with grilled chicken quesadillia, steamed mussels, sizzling stir fry, and pasta with lobster ravioli. The amount of food on the table was quite overwhelming especially when I was sure that none of us were going to finish it. But Jacob said he wanted to have a feast, a celebration of some sort, to us.
I pierced my steak with my knife and added a bit of pepper to the white wine Alfredo sauce before dipping it in the sauce and taking a bite. Jacob planned a kind of formal evening dinner, and was dressed in a purple buttoned shirt while I was wearing a dark blue dress.
"So," Jacob swallowed down his food with a chug of wine. "I was thinking that we should set a date for the wedding," he said slowly, almost as if he was afraid to bring up the topic. I nodded in agreement and continued stuffing my mouth with more pasta. "It might not be now, or anytime soon, if you're not ready." He quickly said. "It could be in the next six months,"
I paused my chewing as the weight of this conversation dawned on me. I was getting married soon and Jacob was asking for my permission to start carrying on with the wedding arrangements.
I immediately lost my appetite and pushed the pasta away, bringing the lobster closer to me. I needed something to keep my mind busy and struggling with lobsters, seemed pretty inviting. I didn't want him to think I wasn't ready for this, even though I had already started feeling nauseated. So I nodded and focused on the delicious lobster in front of me, breaking off the legs and taking off the claws.
"I was also thinking…" he continued and my heart sank at the fact that there was more to talk about.
"That since we'll soon be getting married, we'll need a place of our own. Like our own house. And I was thinking of letting Alice know, so she could tell us what's in the market right now."
I continued nodding, using a nutcracker to break the claw. Lobsters really took a lot of stress just to eat.
"Bella," Jacob called and I looked at him. "You haven't said anything." He said, dropping his cutlery and resting his elbows on the table. "If you feel that you're not ready, I can always wait. I know this must be hard for you to do again but seriously, I'll wait. We don't even have to have a big wedding. We could just fly to Vegas and get married."
I dropped the nutcracker and scoffed.
Go to Vegas, yeah right.
Billy had been planning this wedding for as long as I could remember. He had already told all his friends that Jake and I were getting married before Jake even proposed. Charlie was also in on this too. If we had escaped to go to Vegas to elope, I couldn't imagine the heartbreak that Billy would have to go through. And I was very sure that Jake wanted a big wedding, with all his friends and colleagues, watching him as he sealed the deal.
He didn't want to go to Vegas.
"I'm fine. We can start the preparations when we're ready. And if you want to get a house, you can go ahead." I said, pouring more wine into my glass.
"Bella, I want to do this with you. I want to make all the decisions with you. I don't want to exclude you from anything. I want you to tell me if you don't like something or if you don't want to live in Forks, or anything. I'm in this with you. I want you to be happy and extremely comfortable,"
"Yes, Jake and I'm fine. You can tell Alice to show you what's available and when you're ready, we'll go and see the place." I smiled to reassure him.
"And we're getting the dog?" his eyes lit up at the possibility.
I rolled my eyes. "Okay fine, we're getting the dog," I grimaced at the word dog. "But, you are doing all the work. The cleaning, the vet, everything," I pointed my fork at him, feigning seriousness in which he responded with a chuckle.
I brought the pasta back in front of me and pushed the lobster away. Jacob fed me a couple of spoons of quesadillia like I was a child, as we laughed and joked around. It felt so good to be with him. I had forgotten how easy it was to just sit down and talk to him. He talked about work and the latest program installations he had to carry out. He talked about Billy and how Charlie missed me and wanted to see me. We talked about his friends on the reservations and it felt really relaxing. It felt normal. There was no more tension, once we closed the wedding topic.
"Good evening," a waiter approached us with a dark green case, encasing a bottle of Dom Perignon. "A gentleman who was sitting over there," he pointed to one of the tables that was adjacent to ours but appeared vacant. "Said I should give this to you miss," He dropped the elegant case in front of me.
"I'm sorry but you must be mistaken," I said, pushing the case back to him.
"No I'm not. He said I should bring it to the couple sitting here, specifically." The waiter insisted. "You are Isabella, right?" he turned to me.
"Yes she is," Jacob answered as I sighed. "Was he here alone?"
"No, he was with a young beautiful lady. They just left."
"We'll take it," Jacob said, collecting the case from him and dismissing the waiter.
I looked at him to make sure he was okay with this. We were having such a nice evening and I didn't want it to be ruined by a mere bottle of wine.
"Well, this looks really expensive," he said, opening the case and inspecting the bottle. "You think he poisoned it?"
A chuckle escaped my lips because I wasn't expecting that kind of reaction. Jacob always had a way of making things seem at ease and I loved him for it. It was his charm that always won me over.
"I'm serious," he said, pretending to be serious.
"You're being ridiculous, he won't hurt me." I replied and immediately regretted the words as they spilled from my mouth. Well, not physically but emotionally, he can.
"You're right, why waste money on a bottle of Dom Perignon just to poison it?"
"You're crazy," I chuckled.
Jacob and I finished dinner and headed back home with a lot of take out. The security guard at the reception informed me that the mail had arrived, so I decided to go upstairs and get my mail box key to check. Jacob was pretty tired after trying but failing to devour dinner, so he went to lie down on my bed as I went downstairs.
I opened my mail box and found a house designing brochure and a couple of envelopes containing; bills and two letters. One letter was from dating services while the other was from my father. I hadn't called him yet, so he must have thought this was the best way to reach me, how traditional.
I opened the sealed envelope as I entered the elevator and pressed the number to my floor. I wasn't really paying attention because I was still struggling to get the letter out of the envelope, so I hadn't noticed that someone was standing at the back of me and the elevator hadn't moved.
"How was dinner? Did you enjoy the wine?" Edward's voice whispered in my ear, the sound so close that I almost jumped out of my skin at the shock of it.
"Oh Jesus! You scared me, what are you doing here?" I asked, before pressing the button again.
"The elevator is on service," he said, dangling a bunch of keys in front of my face as he turned around to face me. "You're trapped here with me,"
"Why is the elevator on service?" I asked, perplexed. "You don't even live in this building,"
"I wanted to see you," he drawled, with a gaze so deep and intense that it made a shiver slide across my spine, as I moved backward until my body hit the walls of the elevator.
There was almost no room, which was quite surprising since the elevator could probably hold twenty five people. His masculine presence had consumed every modicum of space left. Everywhere I turned, I saw him, the mirrors of the lift reflecting his image and replicating it in my brain. I was indeed trapped and in need of some serious air. The feeling almost made me claustrophobic.
"You looked so beautiful tonight, still do," he moved closer to me and each step sent my back digging into the mirrors. "I was so fucking envious when I saw you, happy and smiling, drinking with him. He must be pretty funny to make you laugh," his eyes darkened. "Remember when I used to make you laugh?"
"What are you trying to do, Edward?" I swallowed thickly, as his forefinger grazed my throat and made a trail all the way down to the location of my center. "Do you want to jeopardize my engagement?"
"I would never do that. That would be way too easy…" his finger stroked my clothed-slit which was already accumulating my underwear with a smoldering desire. "Plus it wouldn't be a fair fight to Jake,"
"Can we act civilized?" I hissed and slapped his finger. "We'll make a show for our audience," my eyes flashed to the camera at the top left corner of the elevator.
"That's going to be a big problem Isabella, since I'm clearly not the civilized type." He pinned my body, ensuring that I had no room to escape. "I mean, what kind of civilized man, traps a woman in the elevator, thinking of various ways to take her and make our audience have a good fucking show?" I felt his breath slapping my face and the proximity made my breath hitch. "Don't turn away from me, please?" he tapped my chin toward him with his finger.
"I don't know what you want Edward," My breath caught in my throat. I could feel my blood pounding in my ears and my heart ready to explode out of my chest.
"I want you," his lips hovered over mine, close enough but not touching. "I've always wanted you, so fucking much," his chest compressed mine and I could feel it heave up and down slowly, as he took each breath. "Just, as you've always wanted me. Right now, you're itching for it." His teeth pulled out my bottom lip and sucked on it.
"Edward," I pushed him slightly. "I'm sorry, I can't do this. I don't want you anymore,"
"Hmm…I don't think that's quite correct, you see your body tells me differently," his hands lifted my dress up and dived into my underwear as his finger skimmed my slit. His finger radiated every single nerve as parts of my body disintegrated into flames. "I know we got off on the wrong foot," he bit the tender skin of my nape before sweeping his tongue to the curve of my throat. "I know you don't trust me and I know you'll refuse," his thumb brushed my clit, scattering tremors along my skin and wiping any intelligent thought from my head. "And this might not be the best time for this…" I could feel his finger drive in slowly into my mound. "But I'm going to fucking go through with it,"
I gasped as I felt his whole finger move inside me. "Marry me…" the shock of his words and the sensation of his second finger delving into my clit made my body buzz with an intense heat. I captured my lower lip with my teeth as he slot in a third finger. "Marry me…Isabella." His voice was as rough as sandpaper.
"I know I hurt you and I know you hate me," he sucked on the skin of my neck and brought his other hand to my breast. "But I promise…you can punish me forever when you're with me," My body clenched and a shudder ran through it as he curved his fingers slightly. "I'm not leaving this time, I promise,"
"Oh… my… God," I stuttered.
"Give in to me…" his lips crushed mine in a state of urgency and demanded that I succumb to him. I was clearly too overwhelmed to think as his thumb brushed the top of my clit and he twisted his fingers inside me. My momentum slipped and I surrendered to him.
I deluded myself into not thinking that he had done anything for a moment. I created an illusion that he hadn't left me, and time had erased his crime and we were okay. I knew it was wrong especially since my fiancé was upstairs but I didn't want to think about that. I believed Tanya for that single moment and I lost myself in him.
My fingers tangled in his hair and his body inhaled sharply. I could feel his arousal slamming into my stomach as the tip of his finger grazed my g-spot.
"Make me yours as I have made you mine," his voice, dark and dangerous, sending me over the edge. "My Isabella…"
My whole body racked out in an intense pleasure as the orgasm spread through me like wildfire, and sent me collapsing in his arms. I heard a tap on the elevator and Edward looked at me slightly disappointed.
"I have to go," he said, withdrawing his hands from my underwear and my body missed it regrettably. He placed the key into the service lock, turned it, and it opened. He scrambled out without a single word and left me as I punched the button of my floor.
I wasn't surprised, he always took off.
***
A week after…
I pulled my phone out of my bag as I walked out of the library building. My mother was already waiting for me at the grocery store and I was ten minutes late. I quickly sent a text to Jasper, informing him that I needed to have a therapy session with him. I couldn't even believe I was going to do this but after the other night with Edward, I thought it was the right thing to do. My emotions were somehow conflicting with my sex life and I needed to correct the blunder. I hadn't actually thought about his proposal, I had planned to ban it from my mind even though the memories of his fingers assaulted my dreams in the night.
After sending the text to Jasper, I called Renee to let her know that I wasn't ignoring her and I was on my way soon. I really needed groceries anyway, and I knew she was going to start acting crazy if she didn't invade my life. I looked up and found out I had ten seconds to cross the road before the red traffic light turned green. I punched in Renee's phone number and hit dial as I rushed to cross the street before my walk time was up.
It all really happened so fast. I didn't even know when or how or what.
I heard some tires screech loudly toward me and I looked up to find a man's face filled with horror, as he shook his head, and his hands tried to stir his steering wheel to turn to the other direction. My phone fell out my hand and my mouth dropped open as I realized that his blue tuck was heading right toward me.
My throat went dry and my heart clutched tightly as I knew there was no escape. The distance between the truck and I was small, and it was speeding directly to hit me at a fast rate.
I'm going to die.
The reality of that thought sunk deep inside of me. I had always heard that the moment before you die, your life flashed before your eyes like pages flitting open in a book but I had never really thought about it. Then again, I had never really thought about death or the possibility of dying.
Now it was so real, I could see the images of the people I loved, their happy faces fluttering in my mind. I could see Alice making stupid faces as she tossed food at me. I could see Rosalie wink her eyes at me. I could see Renee giving me that tender loving motherly look as she tossed more packs of cereal into my cart, complaining that I needed to eat more. I could see Emmett playing with his kid while Jasper kissed Alice passionately. I could see my dad, Charlie, holding out his gun, chewing on a stick and a beer in his other hand. I could see Jacob kissing my fingers before he left for work and telling me how much he loved me.
But most of all, I could see Edward's dazzling crooked smile and the way his hands drove into his scalp, pushing his hair back. I could see him biting his lower lip, trying to tease me about something silly. And the way his smile lit up his green eyes with happiness.
Before I knew it, my body was pushed into something hard and it knocked the air out of me. Arms surrounded my small frame as I fell and hit the ground with a thud; a sharp stinging pain shot through me as I felt the tarred road scraping my skin.
I could feel blood staining my arms and a heavy weight pressed against my body. Dizziness consumed me as the scent assaulted my senses. I couldn't move; I felt paralyzed on the spot and the sound of a couple of horns, and a crash with people screaming at the background filled my ears.
"Isabella," I heard Edward's voice faintly, filled with panic.
In my mind, I could still see him smiling at me and crooking his finger, calling out to me to come and join him.
"Isabella, are you alright?" I heard it again.
I was confused, he looked so happy why did his voice sound distraught?
"Isabella, oh fuck, God please. Please fucking be okay. I'll give up smoking please just answer me," the voice cried out.
I cocked a brow of confusion at the image of Edward in front of me. He smiled again, opening his hands to take mine. I shook my head and smiled right back at him, as I slipped my hands in his warm palms.
Slowly, I heard the noise fade away as everything dissolved into a white cloud.
Yeah, so I was really really nervous about this chapter for a lot of reasons. So please let me know how it went. Hope you caught the reference with the title of the chapter and how it applies to the characters. There are other references that were in this too.
So Edward proposed for the second time, huh? I'm just going to say this; always remember the prologue…
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