Disclaimer: I do NOT own Twilight nor do I own Lolita. Both stories and characters belong to Stephenie Meyer and Vladimir Nabokov's respectively. But I do own the second best thing. Which is this story. Wahaha!
Full Summary: Even as kids, Edward Cullen has always been a little over-protective of his sister's best-friend, Bella Swan. But what happens when Edward comes back from college to find his innocent little angel all grown-up? And to make things even more interesting, he's now her new English teacher. Will his obsession push him too far? Possessive/Obsessive Edward. Inspired by Vladimir Nobokov's novel Lolita. Rated M for a reason.
Chapter 11:
"My little cup brims with tiddles."
BPOV:
"Bella!" I heard an all too familiar voice call out.
No! Please tell me that it was only my imagination! I can't have him see me like this! I suddenly felt a figure crouching down in front of me and that's when my worst nightmare came true, making me sob harder than ever.
"Bella, sweetheart look at me…." Edward asked, sounding so concerned.
With my face still buried in my hands, I shook my head violently. I didn't want Edward to see my face, which was probably pink all over and my nose was most likely runny like it always gets when I cry.
But that didn't stop Edward.
With his hands, he gently pried off my hands from my face and placed a hand underneath my chin forcing me to look up at him.
"Bella, I'm begging you, please tell me what's wrong?" he pleaded desperately.
What was I supposed to say? That I've failed Algebra? That I wasn't going to ever become Valedictorian ever now that there was some sort of red mark on my academic record? That I failed mom? But of all people, you? I promised you that I would become one just like you someday… and I failed you…
Looking in to his emerald eyes, I could feel my composure, or whatever was left it, crumbling bit by bit until there was nothing left of it.
"I'm sorry! I'm so sorry! Please don't be mad at me!" I sobbed.
Edward pulled my into his arms, refusing to let go despite my protest. I didn't know what to cry harder for. The fact that I failed Edward or that he has just seen me at my weakest.
"Ssshhh. Bella, honey, I could never be mad at you..." he cooed, rubbing my back soothingly as a cried into his shirt. I could feel his lips my head, kissing it like he always did back when I was a kid. The memories of him taking care of me every time we were together suddenly flashed through my mind. It was moments like those that I missed so much about my childhood…
After what seemed like forever, I finally calmed down a bit. Unwillingly, I pulled myself away from him only to find a huge wet stain on Edward's shirt.
"I'm so sorry about your shirt Edward. I can buy you a ne-" I whimpered.
"Bella, calm down. It's just a shirt. I have a million more at home. It's not important. What's important is that you're alright." he assured me.
He was so sweet. If my face didn't hurt from all the crying, I would've actually smiled at him.
"Bella, I'm going to ask you one more time, what happened?" his voice so firm and full of intent.
I let out a huge sigh and began my story.
"You know how I was busy preparing to the assembly by making posters and practicing for cheer so I couldn't go to any of my classes' right?" I said.
He nodded at my explanation, letting me know to continue.
"Well, Mr. Varner-"
"Mr. Varner?" Edward interjected. There was something different about the way he said Mr. Varner's name. Like it was a little more on the edge or something… or maybe my head just hurts a lot right now.
"Uh yeah… my Algebra teacher." I explained.
"Go on." he urged me.
"Well Mr. Varner failed me in his class. I know I'm not good in math but he didn't have to be so mean about it! He wouldn't even give me a chance…" I whimpered. My eyesight suddenly became glossy; the tears that were building up were threatening to spill out.
"I'll talk to him. He-"
"No. Please Edward, don't." I begged.
"Bella! You can't expect me to do nothing about it!" he snapped, which made me jump a bit.
"Edward please? It's alright. Knowing my mom, she'll do something about it. Please?"
"Fine…" he grumbled.
"Thank you…" I half-whispered.
"Anything for you Bella…" he said. He lifted his hand and ever so gently stroked my cheek.
I was probably still pink all over from crying that my blush wouldn't be so obvious. I looked at my wrist watch to see that it was… almost four? Crap! I was half-an hour late.
"Oh no!" I moaned before I got up from the floor.
I think I sat up too quickly because a wave of dizziness hit me. I lost my footing and was about to fall but Edward's arms wrapped around my waist from behind.
"Bella what's wrong!" he sounded alarmed.
"I'm late for practice. Christ, the team's going to kill me." I muttered.
"You're not going." Edward said firmly.
I turned around to face him, looking at him confused.
"What?"
"You heard me. You're. not. going." he said almost angrily.
"But I'm captain! I have to-"
"Bella, you are under no condition to practice. You are obviously under a lot of stress and you need your rest."
"B-but I don't have a ride home. And my mom's probably here because she's got a PTA meeting…" I explained.
He seemed to be deep in his thoughts about something when he suddenly smiled.
"Bella, how would you like to see my new house?" he grinned.
EPOV:
My heart slightly broke when I saw my angel on the floor crying, but a part of me was delighted that she found comfort in my arms. She starts apologizing like crazy to me until I pulled her into my chest, letting her cry into my shirt. I could've cared less if she stained my shirt if I knew that it meant having her in my arms. As she cried her heart out, I rubbed her back in circular motion soothingly.
This was the close I could get to her… for now.
Just because I couldn't taste the whine, it certainly didn't mean I couldn't enjoy the bouquet…
Her uniform, such a thin layer of fabric was the only barrier between Bella's bare skin and my hands. I wanted nothing more than to rip it off and have my way with her. My nose, buried in hair, inhaling her sweet intoxicating scent of strawberries and freesia…
I would've given anything to make this moment last forever but to my displeasure, she pulls away from me. She proceeds to tell me her story about how her Algebra teacher failed her without any mercy. The moment Varner's name came out of her mouth, I was ready to rip him a new one.
How dare he hurt my darling little angel!
Despite the promise I made to Bella, I wasn't going to let him get off so easily… He showed no pity to my sweet sweet girl so what made him think I was going to have pity on him? Anyone that hurt my Bella would have to answer directly to me.
My anger rose again when she told me that she would attend practice. No! I wouldn't let her. She was under a lot of stress and I wasn't ready to let her go just yet. The idea of showing her my new house suddenly came into mind.
"I'll drive you there then I can drop you off at your house afterwards." I added.
She thought about it long and hard, with every second my heart franticly beating out of my chest as I waited for her answer.
"But my mom… " she started.
"I'll take care of it. Alright?" I promised.
She bit lip her lip, thinking about it one more time. Her eyes, still focused on mine.
Bella, if you value my sanity, and your virtue, you wouldn't do that in front of me…
"Well… okay." she said, smiling a little.
She said yes.
She fucking said yes.
This was probably the turning point of our lives just yet.
As we walked into the out into the parking lot, I looked around to see if anyone was watching us. Thankfully no, as everyone who didn't have an afterschool-activities were probably at home already and those who did were somewhere else. I could've cared less. I didn't need anyone getting in the way of my time with her.
As we drove to my house, we talked about things like my parents, Aunt Renee, and school. It irritated me that she expressed sadness over Mike Newton's attack but I could understand because it was in Bella's sweet nature to care so much about those around her. That didn't mean I liked it one bit though… If anything, I was crazy jealous that she cared about that stupid little fuck.
But I kept my temper in check. Telling myself that it was only a matter of time before she and I would finally be together and not even Mike Newton can do shit about it. Not him, not those stupid boys at the football team, not anyone. It was going to be me and only me.
As reached the front of my new home, I found myself smiling as Bella's eyes went wide with amazement. I pulled into the driveway and got out first before opening the door on her side of the car.
"This is your house?" she said, still not taking her eyes off of the house for one second.
Our house I wanted to correct her.
"Yes." I just smiled.
"It's beautiful… and big… it's pretty big for only one person don't you think?" she teased.
I laughed at her joke.
That's what you think sweetheart. It's not going to be a problem once you've settled in. I have no intention of living alone…
"Shall I give you the grand tour?" I grinned, as my hand gestures to the house.
She giggles at my gesture and walk in line with me as we make our way to the house. As soon as we open the front door, Bella's eyes go wide as we step into the foyer, taking in the sight of the double grand staircase and the chandelier hanging on the wall between them. The house had a European vibe to it though I didn't start on decorating yet because I wanted to get Bella's opinion first. I wanted her to be the one to choose the design of the house. Whatever she wanted, I would love.
"This is amazing…" she breathed out.
"Yes… yes it is…" I said, looking at her intently.
"I haven't gone far as to decorating the place yet. I would like your opinion on how it should though."
She stops staring at the foyer and looks at me, surprised.
"You want my opinion?"
"Yes."
"Are you sure? I mean… you could ask Aunt Esme, I mean she is an architect after all…" she suggested.
"Bella, its ou-my house. And I want your opinion. Besides, I get enough of my mother's opinion on other things. Ok?" I smiled.
"If I disagree with your opinion, I'll let you know okay?" I lied.
A lie because I would never disagree with how she wanted the place to be. I wanted this place to be what she dreamed of. This was our home.
"Oh alright." she said the corner of her lip twitching.
"So imagine that this place was your dream house. Now, what would you want to fix?" I said, gesturing around at the foyer.
"Honestly? Nothing. The foyer is beautiful and the stairs railings are so pretty… and not to mention, the chandelier. Though it would be nice if you added a photo of you, Alice, or your parents on the wall to you know… make you feel a little more at home." she commented.
"Of course." I agreed.
Once she would leave, I would work on all the changes she would want so that the next time she came back, she would be looking at her new home. Our home.
I loved how she wanted a portrait of me and Alice and my family on the wall. But I what I really wanted was her portrait in the wall of our foyer. Every time I would come home from work, it would be the first thing I would see before I saw the real thing. A picture of Alice and my parents would be hung in the living room as some sort compensation.
As we walked into the living room, she mentioned how amazing my DVD collection was, much to my amusement. With her back turned to me, I could only hear her utter the words wow when she saw the huge plasma screen TV hanging on my living room wall.
"Uh-oh." she suddenly said.
"What?" I panicked.
Was there something wrong? Did she hate the TV?
She turned to me looking at me with incredulous eyes.
"You don't have a Wii? How's that even possible!" she feigned horror before she went into a fit of giggling.
"No. I don't… and you act like it's the end of the world." I commented before joining her in laughter.
"I mean, every guy should own a Wii or any game console like an X-box or something." she commented.
Even if I did own one, I wouldn't play much seeing as how I would to busy with her.
"Do you want a Wii or an X-box?" I asked her.
"It's not important. I mean, with a house this amazing, there wouldn't be a need for one." she stated.
"Yeah… let's head into the kitchen shall we?" I said as I escorted her into the kitchen.
After a couple of minutes, we finally finished touring the first floor and headed up stairs to the bedroom. I've already took the liberty in decorating our room but regardless, I wanted her opinion if I needed to change something about it.
"I think you don't need my opinion here. Seeing as how this is your bedroom." she commented and blushed.
"I still want to hear it." I teased her.
"Well… the four poster bed is nice and quite big if you ask me. Is it a king size?" she asked.
"Yup." I said popping the p.
"Wow… the room really gives out a romantic vibe and all… I love it." she smiled.
"Well I'm glad you think so." I smiled.
She loved it.
And she liked the bed as much as I did. And I would love it even more once we christened it together…
As we headed out into the hallway, I closed the bedroom door behind me with the key in my pocket, when out of my peripheral vision, I suddenly saw Bella venturing down the hall and stopped in front of door.
"What's in here?" she said, her hand reaching for the door knob.
It was the room where I kept all of her photos. It was my shrine room dedicated to her.
No!
She couldn't see it!
At least not yet...
I ran down the hall and before she could get the door halfway open, I place my hand over hers and closed the door shut.
My heart was beating so fast like it was ready pop out of my chest. Bella was peering up at me looking at me confusedly like a five year old child would when they would walk-in on their parents.
"Um… that rooms kind of messy right now and I don't want anyone to see it… at least not yet, ok?" I explained to her.
"Um… alright…" she half-whispered.
"Let's head down stairs. You must be hungry." I said and as though right on cue, her stomach grumbled, which made me laugh.
After we ate grilled cheese sandwiches, as requested by Bella, we retired to the living room where we watched whatever was on TV. After flipping through a couple of channels I looked back to Bella only to find her hand on her forehead as she was leaning against one side of the couch. Something was wrong.
I pressed the mute button on the remote and turned my attention to Bella.
"Bella honey, are you ok? Are you sick? Do you need to go to the hospital?"
"No… I'm ok. My head just hurts a little that's all…" she complained.
I got up from the couch and went to the bathroom on the first floor of the house, opening the medicine cabinet looking for what Bella needed. I went into the kitchen and got her a glass of water before returning back to her on the couch.
"Take this. It'll help." I said as I took her hand and placed two capsules on her hand.
Without any hesitation, she swallows both pills and drinks the glass of water which I'm also holding in case she drops it.
"Thank you for taking care of me Edward…" she smiles.
"Always…" I tell her.
We kept on watching whatever was on TV for the next hour, or at least that was up until I found asleep next to me. This time I closed the TV.
"Bella?" I said, wondering if she could hear me.
But no response.
I suddenly remembered that the side effects of the pills I gave her included drowsiness. Plus, my baby had a stressful day… What with all the activities and responsibilities she has. She works to hard… plus that idiot teacher of hers put her in tears… there's hell to pay for that.
I wasn't going to let my darling little angel sleep on the couch so I carried her all the way up to our bedroom and placed her gently on the center of the bed. I took off her shoes and socks and placed them on the corner of the room. She needed her rest.
I laid down beside her, with my elbow propped up, because I couldn't find it in me to wake her up, she looked so peaceful… and serene. Her long brunette locks splayed out on my pillow, with the light of the room shining above, made it look like as though there was a halo on top of her head... like the angel she was... I watched as her chest, rising up and down from her breathing.
She's all grown up now…
She was perfect…
She was close…
She was mine.
I needed to touch her again.
My free hand was suddenly cupping her face, my thumb stroking those perfect lips of hers that I had yet to kiss before moving to stroke her cheek. Her cheek that would turn scarlett pink whenever she was embarrassed. But despite her embarrassment, it made her look even lovelier than she already was, which I found it hard to believe. Was it possible for someone to be more perfect than they already were?
I don't know what came over me but touching her face wasn't enough. No.
The demon inside wanted more.
The demon in me needed more.
As my hand travelled down, my breathing hitched as my hand was closing in on her breast. I looked at her face to check if she was still asleep and from the looks it, she wasn't going to be awake anytime soon.
As I cupped one of her breasts through her uniform I found myself suppressing a groan.
Fuck! They were perfect.
It was as though they we specifically made for my hand... They weren't small but they weren't big and fake like Tanya's were.
When me and Tanya went first going out, her breasts were fine and average sized. But it wasn't good enough for her. I told her she didn't need implants to impress me but she insisted on getting some work done. I didn't have the heart to tell her that it kind of ruined our sex life together because all I could think of was how fake they were whether or not she was on top.
But I've put my days with Tanya behind me…
I didn't need her anymore now that I had Bella.
A part of my conscience was screaming at me. Telling me I was a sick perv and that I would perish in hell. But another part of me, the demon, who was at this point, stronger, told me that I was already in hell.
She was my student.
I was her teacher.
She was the forbidden fruit...
But I didn't care.
I fell into temptation a long time ago, and now that I've gotten a taste, I wanted the whole thing.
All of it.
With the demon still possessing me, my hand stopped cupping her breasts and slowly started travelling down south. I hissed in pleasure the minute my hand reached the top of her sex. Despite the fact that she was wearing spankies, I could feel the heat radiating off of her center.
"Bella… you. are. mine. Nobody can ever have you but me…. Ever." I silently growled as I cupped her sex.
It was pure bliss.
Pure-fucking-bliss.
And we weren't even having sex yet so imagine what it would be like when we did. I wasn't going to have sex with her now.
No.
I wanted her, alive, awake and above all, willing when we do make love.
I knew that I had to be careful with her and not lose control when we finally did. She was a virgin from what I've gathered. During the past few weeks, I've done countless research on what had happened in her life during the past four years that I was away. Plus, I found not history of her having a boyfriend. But that didn't stop the boys from admiring her. If I ever find out that someone took advantage of her before I came into the picture, I would have them buried six feet under the ground. I couldn't live in peace knowing that a person who had her before me was still alive and walking the same grounds as me and her.
After a few minutes of peppering her neck with kisses and massaging her center, I decided to take a very cold shower to relax myself. Plus, she was bound to wake up soon. After my shower, I changed into a clean set of clothes and sat on the edge of bed waiting for my sleeping beauty to wake up.
As soon as her eyes started fluttering open, I felt a smile appear of my face.
"Good evening Bella." I greeted her.
"Mmm… what time is it?" she asked groggily.
"It's almost a quarter before eight."I notified her.
"Oh crap… I haven't even done homework yet…" she groaned as she sat up.
"You needed your rest. Don't worry about the homework I gave you in my class. You can give on another day." I said as I stroked some of her hair out of her face.
"H-how did I get here?" she asked, looking around the room.
"I carried you here. I didn't think it was comfortable for you to sleep on the couch." I explained.
"How's your head? Is it any better?" I inquired.
"Oh yes. I feel a whole lot better now. Thank you Edward." she said.
"It's not a problem Bella. Really, it was nice having you here. It's nice to have some company for a change." I smiled.
We headed downstairs to the living room and I sat on the couch as Bella started rummaging through her duffel bag.
"Crap. Six missed calls… from my mom! Oh no!" she groaned out loud.
Shit.
I forgot to call her mom. But it wouldn't matter. I would explain to Aunt Renee myself where she was.
"I think I have go home now. My mom must be worried." she told me.
"Don't worry. I'll talk to your mom okay?" I assured her.
I wouldn't let Aunt Renee get mad at Bella for anything anymore. I don't care if she was her mother, she wouldn't punish my sweet little angel.
I trailed behind Bella as I walked her to the front door. Using the key copy Bella had, she opened the front door of her house.
"Mom! I'm home!" she yelled out.
And not a minute later, Aunt Renee appeared, apparently too busy to notice my presence.
"Bella! There you are! Where on Earth have you been! Why weren't you at school or at practice?" she said.
"I-" she began but I cut her off.
"She was with me." I said, making Aunt Renee's face go in surprise as she took in my form.
"Oh Hello Edward!" she greeted me before giving me a hug.
"Hi Aunt Renee. Bella wasn't feeling well and I took her home with me and she sort of fell asleep." I explained to her.
"Oh Bella, honey are you ok? Are still sick?" she worried, placing her hand on Bella's head to check if she had a fever.
"No mom. I'm fine." Bella assured her.
"Well, I dinner's ready. Edward, would you like to stay for dinner?" she offered me.
"Why I would be delighted." I smiled.
I certainly was.
As we ate at the dining table, I couldn't help but look at Bella who was quietly eating dinner, which in this case was pasta, as her mother went on telling me about her lunch dates with my mother.
"So Edward, how have you been? How's the teaching? I hope Bella's on her best behavior." she teased Bella, causing me to laugh. Bella shoots daggers at me for laughing at her.
It's not Bella's behavior that you should be worried about…
"Oh it's all good. And don't worry Renee. Bella's been nothing but a good student. She's actually my brightest student." I complimented. Once the words slipped out of my mouth, I could see Bella's blush appear again.
"That's just wonderful! My little girl is so bright! She's always at the top of her class you know." she bragged.
But I wouldn't call it bragging because it was true. Bella was rather intelligent for her age. One of many qualities that I loved about her.
"Actually… uh… mom… I've been meaning to talk to you about that…" Bella said.
"Why? Honey what's wrong?" Renee aked.
"Mr. Varner is failing me in Algebra class just because I didn't go to class for a couple of days. But Mr. Greene said I was excuse since I had to make posters and come up with a dance routine." she sighed.
Renee just shook her head.
"If that teacher of yours thinks he can get away with it, well he has another thing coming. I'm going to talk to that teacher of yours first thing in the morning."
"Thanks mom but… I don't know… a part of me now thinks I deserved it because I'm not that good in math anyway…" she said.
"Bella don't be silly. You work harder than anyone I know. If anything you deserve at least a B in your class." her mother said.
"I guess so…" Bella said, still unsure.
"Bella if it helps, I could hire a tutor for you."
"You can?"
"Of course! My friend Sandra works over at the Community College. I can ask her if she can help me find a tutor from you."
"But won't it cost you more money?" Bella mentioned.
"Nonsense! If it means getting a good grade, then sweetie, you're worth every penny." Renee said.
From what I hear, the boys taking up accountancy there are quite good at math!" she added.
Boys?
Hell no!
"Umm… Aunt Renee, if you don't mind me saying this but I don't think that's such a good idea."
"Oh… why not?"
"Because I'd be happy to do it… for free." I smiled as Renee looks at me in awe.
"Oh Edward, that's so kind of you… but you must be busy with school that you m-"
"It's no problem Aunt Renee. I'm doing this as a favor." I said, smirking at Bella who was looking at me in shock.
"That's so sweet of you Edward. But I have to pay you some how…" she said.
"Tell you what, I'll tutor Bella, if you'll keep making me delicious dinner. It's a compromise." I smiled.
"Oh alright! Bella, is it alright with you?" Renee asked Bella.
I look at Bella whose chewing on her food before swallowing. Suddenly, a smirks appear on her face.
"Yeah. It's alright." she smiled.
It's as though fate decided to be on my side for a change.
"So… when do we start?"
Finally! After a long long time, I've updated! Edward is now an official Humbert Humbert. If there's anyone here that was shocked or possibly offended(I hope not. This is loosely based on Lolita so if you read it, you would know that Humbert Humbert did the same thing and drugged the little nymphet... repeatedly.) Or perhaps it turned you on a little? Lol. I want to hear your opinions. Btw, some of you thought I gave up on this story. Trust me, I have every intention of finishing this story. :) I just didn't have time to update because of school and such. Luckily I'm not failing anything, so woohtx2! :D Since the holidays are fast approaching I guess this possibly faster updates? Yay! :D O hope so to. If I have time, I'll update later this week or next. No promises being made here people. 263 reviews! Thank you so much! It means a lot to me. Let's make it 300 before I post the next chapter ok? For all we know, it could be the turning point of the story my dear readers ;) I hope you guys didn't give up on this story. Because I know I didn't. :)