Chapter 10: Vengeance

RPOV

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I'm a bitch, I'm a lover
I'm a child, I'm a mother
I'm a sinner, I'm a saint
I do not feel ashamed
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He never called me the next day. And I was growing more and more annoyed with myself for checking over and over again if there was something wrong with my cell.

Emmett was highly amused at my stubborness for not calling him. But I had been the one to call him yesterday, and to force myself on him, with all my dirty secrets. I would come on too strong if I called first now. So I didn't.

He tried to soothe me, by saying Jake might have a perfect excuse, but I didn't buy it. It only takes one minute to pick up the phone and say "Hey, kinda busy now, talk to you later, okay?" Not that I would be okay with that, but still...

So I waited. And kept checking my phone.

Nothing came.

And the next day same story.

My irritation with myself grew to unknown heights as I still found myself watching that stupid phone, which was lucky to still be alive.

Many times I was at the verge of pulling a tantrum and calling him to say that he didn't need to bother anymore. But the thing is, he wasn't bothering, so that would only sound highly dramatic and ridiculous.

Other times I was ready to plead, and when the anger returned I was very grateful that I had been able to retain my pride. I just didn't understand. He said he liked the open me, and now I trusted him completely, he just dissapeared on me.

Had I pushed him too hard? Had I come too close? Or did he just not care?

The only explanation that was a little bit acceptable came from Edward. He walked over to me when I was repeating these same thoughts over and over and said:

"Please Rose, try to relax. From what I've seen he kissed you and he had opened up to you too. He might as well be freaked about that. Give him some time or call him up yourself. But please stop this."

So I decided to give him time. For three very long hours, which I filled with hunting.

After I came back I found myself staring at the phone again, and that's when I lost my pride anyway and pressed dial.

"Hello?"

"Hi," I said as casually as I could.

"Hi Rose, what's up?" What's up?!? He's got to be kidding me.

"Not much. Just a little worried, I thought you would call." I tried to sound nonchalantly, but I don't know if I pulled it off.

"Oh right, sorry. Been kinda busy, pack and all."

He didn't sound like the Jake from two days ago. He sounded uninterested, distant, and I felt like a stupid girl for waiting so long for this call and then being utterly dissapointed.

"That's alright," I lied.

"It's just… me and the guys, busy you know."

"I'll leave you to it then," I said, with a pain in my chest, hoping that he'd tell me not to leave him to it.

"Okay. Maybe I'll talk to you later. I'm picking up Nessie tonight."

So I guess he's not too busy for babysitting, for pleasing his Bella.

"Sure."

"Bye."

Click.

So that was it.

Those were all the words I would get. And they were all the wrong words.

Now I regretted very much how I had opened up to him, and I promised myself to be stronger next time. No more giving in to my urges to trust him. If this is how he treats my trust, he's not worth it.

I felt like a moron for calling him first, and I would show him tonight that I was not hanging for a glint of his attention. I couldn't care less if he wanted to talk to me or not. Or at least I would pretend to.

So I asked Bella when he would pick up the baby, and about fifteen minutes before that, I dragged Emmett towards our room and opened the window that gave out over the front porch.

He looked at me questioningly at first, but then he understood. He's not dumb and he knows me after all.

"I like this game, and I'll play along gladly, but isn't it a little childish?"

I rolled my eyes at the master of childish games.

"If the immature pup rather plays with his kid friends, then I'll show him I rather play with grown ups."

"So I guess the plan is that I make you scream?" He asked, with a devilish grin on his cute face.

"I know you can, babe," I answered as I stepped towards him, slowly unbuttoning my jeans.

He sat down on the bed and pulled me closer to him, enjoying the show. I gave him a little lap dance, to show him how grateful I was that he wanted to play along, while removing every piece of clothing I was wearing. His hands softly carressed every inch of skin I was slowly exposing and his eyes turned darker with every touch.

After my jeans were tossed aside, I straddled him on the bed and I rolled my hips as my bra slid down my chest. He opened his mouth to lick my nipples while I pulled him up to undress him. As soon as my hand slid into his boxers and gripped him tight, he couldn't hold back anymore. He flipped me onto my back onto the bed, and all remaining clothes were shredded, while his hands were now touching and teasing me everywhere.

It was a genius plan, I was getting something out of it, and I could tell that Emmett was going to fulfill his role masterly.

We heard the car arrive on the driveway, and he slid the head of his cock up and down between my legs. Entering just a little bit and then pulling back again, making me squirm beneath him.

When the car engine was turned off and the door opened and closed again, Emmett winked at me, and when the footsteps were on the porch steps, he pushed into me with one forceful trust, making me moan loudly. I noticed somewhere, behind the pleasure, that the steps had stopped, but Emmett kept pounding me and I didn't register when they started moving again.

When Emmett slowed down, I noticed the voices downstairs, pretending they didn't know. Jacob sounded very much unaffected, to my dissapointment. I could hear him laughing with Bella, out loud, over something Nessie was doing.

Like the happy little couple they'll never be.

Emmett woke me from my thoughts by whispering in my ear.

"You want to hear him, don't you? You want to hear him suffer."

I looked into his eyes but didn't answer. Slowly he kept moving inside of me, deeply and I closed my eyes again.

"Well Rose, that's not gonna happen. Because I'm gonna fuck you so hard, you won't be able to hear anything but your own screaming."

I smirked at Emmett and said with a steady voice "then why don't you, Emmett?"

He growled and pinned both my wrists above my head on the pillow, tightly gripped in one big hand. His other hand moved in between our bodies and he started pounding me again with high speed and force.

He was right. Soon enough I was all groans and screams and the rest of the world had vanished.

I didn't even remember why I started this game and I was grateful to Emmett for litterally fucking me senseless.

Apparently that was exactly what I needed.

AN: Who's wrong, Jake or Rose? Or both?