Here it is: the morning after!

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In this chapter, we meet a new character who will become a more prominent person throughout the rest of the story, this is just an introduction to her and her personality (I am not giving anything away about her!)

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns the characters, this plot is mine though!

EPOV

The next morning, I awoke to the most beautiful sight imaginable.

Bella was lying on her side, leaned up against my chest, her hair lying naturally around her head, and the navy blue of my sheets contrasting with her porcelain skin.

I watched her sleep a while, the sun pouring in through the windows, casting a glow around the room.

After a while, she began to stir, and I placed light kisses against her shoulders. "Morning sunshine," I whispered, and she smiled and turned her head towards me, kissing me lightly on the lips.

She turned to lie on her back, and I propped myself up on one elbow, threading my fingers through hers.

"What time is it?" she asked.

"Just after six," I replied.

"Urghh," she groaned. "I should get going."

"No, you shouldn't," I answered. "I lied, it's only four."

"Really?" she said, grinning. "Well mister Cullen, I still need to go."

"No, you're not going anywhere. I won't let you," I smirked, and rolled on top of her, effectively trapping her.

She laughed, and tried to push me away. "Okay fine, I will stay, because Edward Cullen says so. In the famous words of Romeo, I have more care to stay than will to go, so I will stay, and get us both killed by my monstrous husband!"

"No, no, then you must go! Quick, get up!" I joked, getting up quickly and pulling her to her feet. She shrieked, and clutched the sheet to her.

She got up, clutching the sheet to her body. She gave me a pointed look, and I put my hands over my eyes sarcastically, as she started getting dressed into her dress from the night before. I removed my hands, and sat on the bed, watching her. "Won't that look a bit...conspicuous?"

"Yep," she said, pulling the dress on. "But I don't have anything else."

"Why don't you just wear some of my stuff?" I asked.

"Because if I turn up home in the morning in some guy's clothes, James will flip. This way, at least I can make up some story. Can I use your bathroom?" she asked, and I pointed her in the general direction.

I got up with a sigh, and started pulling some clothes on. By the time I was done, Bella had come out of the bathroom, and picked up her purse and shawl. "Do you at least want something to eat?" I asked.

"No thanks, I should get home quickly," she answered apologetically.

"Okay, no problem. Next time then," I winked at her, and she flushed red, opening and closing her mouth, trying to think of something to say.

"What makes you so sure that there will be a next time?" she asked, raising an eyebrow.

"I am just so damn irresistible, women just can't keep away," I winked.

"Oh really? Which women? By the way, your mother doesn't count," she smirked.

"It's not my mother," I said indignantly.

"Sister?"

"Damn you got me!" I laughed, and said "come on then," walking out of the door, picking my keys up off the table.

"What?" she asked, confused.

"I'm driving you home. Like I would let you walk!" I laughed again, leading her out of the house.

"No, honestly-"she protested, and I rounded on her, giving her a withering look.

"I'll drop you off around the corner," I promised, and Bella reluctantly followed me out of the apartment and down to the car.

The drive was silent, and Bella's eyes were fixed in her lap. She looked up and cleared her throat suddenly. "I just wanted to say, thank you for last night. It was amazing, and I can't remember the last time someone treated me like that, like a lady, so thanks," she said, blushing.

"Hey," I said softly, grabbing hold of her hand. "No need to thank me. I did it because I wanted to, and that son of a bitch James doesn't know how lucky he is. If he had any sense, he would treat you like a lady all the time."

Suddenly we were around the corner from her house, and I pulled up to the sidewalk. "What are you going to tell James?" I asked her.

"I'll tell him that...that...I'll think of something on the way home," she said, starting to get out of the car.

I pulled her back in, and kissed her once more.

"Bye," I said, suddenly feeling emptier than I had been a second ago.

"Bye," she said, closing the door, sadness in her eyes. She began to walk down the street, turning a corner, and then she was gone.

I started to drive home again, trying to think of a way to get her away from James.

I quickly parked my car, and walked back up to my apartment, finding that I was no longer tired, so decided to make use of my treadmill and weights bench in my 'gym', which was really the second bedroom.

I had an invigorating workout, before having a long cold shower.

I looked at the clock.

11.43am.

Great. I had the rest of the day still left.

For the rest of the day Bella consumed my thoughts. I could think of nothing else apart from how she bit her lip, her gorgeous pout, her radiant smile...

I lounged around the apartment all day, spending my Sunday alone, trying to drive Bella from my thoughts, without much success.

I decided to do a spot of cleaning, and vacuumed the entire apartment, dusted every possible surface, did my laundry, cleaned the kitchen and bathroom, cleaned the windows, until the apartment was gleaming and my arms were aching. I had worked diligently and vigorously, utilising some pent up energy, and trying to drive thoughts of Bella out of my mind.

I wondered what she had told James.

I glanced at the clock again, and was surprised to find that it was 17.12. I had been cleaning for about six hours.

"What is wrong with me? God I am turning into a woman," I thought.

I hadn't eaten much all day, so ordered a pizza and took another shower, changing straight into pyjama bottoms, deciding to go without a shirt. It was too hot anyway.

Trying to restore some of my masculinity, I started watching the game and cracked open a chilled beer, as I waited for the pizza.

Finally, there was a knock at the door.

I practically began salivating at the thought of the pizza.

I rushed to the door and opened it, and found an all too familiar face delivering my pizza.

"Hello handsome," said the tall, tanned platinum blonde in front of me, dressed in the mandatory uniform, with the cap perched on her head, clutching a pizza box in her manicured hands. She was dressed in an inappropriate black miniskirt and sheer stockings, with black pointed stilettos.

Basically, more slut than pizza girl.

She swept past me and into my apartment. "This place has not changed a bit!" she exclaimed, settling herself into the armchair and tucking into my pizza.

I was still standing by the door in shock.

She caught sight of my expression and laughed at it. "Come over here and give me a proper welcome," she said in a husky voice, patting the arm of the armchair. She threw the pizza box down onto the coffee table.

I finally realised how much of an idiot I looked, so I shut the door and walked in, purposely sitting on a different sofa to her.

I forced myself to look at Lauren Mallory, my ex-girlfriend. She looked just as fake as she had when we were going out.

We had been dating on and off for nine months, before we finally called it quits just three months ago.

"Lauren," I said at last. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, I work for the pizza company at the moment, and when your order came through, I recognised the address. Naturally, I had to take it, just to see how you were." She said this all very quickly, talking as quickly as she always had.

She took her cap off and put it down next to her on the armchair.

"Lauren, why are you really here?" I asked, suspicious. I knew what Lauren was like.

"I just told you," she said, exasperated.

We sat awkwardly for a while, not sure what to do or say to eachother.

"Do you mind if I use your bathroom?" she said after a long uncomfortable silence.

"No, you know where it is," I said, glad for the diversion. Once she came back, I would ask her to leave.

I picked up the pizza box from the table, no longer hungry, and took it into the kitchen as a diversion from Lauren.

I began putting the pizza into the fridge, and breaking down the box.

Once I was finished, I turned around again, intending to go back into the sitting room, but stopped in shock at the sight in front of me.

Lauren was stood in the doorway, propping herself up in the doorframe by resting one elbow against the frame and putting her hand just below her chin, with her other hand on her hip. Her ankles were crossed as she stood, in what she thought was a sexy, seductive, irresistible position.

Oh, and did I mention? She was naked. Apart from the damn shoes.

"Lauren, what are you doing?" I asked her warily. "Where are your clothes? This isn't a good idea."

She began to walk towards me, pouting, and rubbing her hands over her rather large, rather fake chest.

I began to look around desperately for something to cover her up with.

"Lauren, stop it, I'm not interested!" I said, recoiling and backing away, feeling panic rising as I walked into the counter, feeling it dig into my back.

Shit.

She kept walked, licking her lips, until she was standing right in front of me.

I shut my eyes, trying to get across the message that I wasn't interested.

Bad move.

She began to kiss me on the lips fiercely, her hands in my hair, tugging at it by the roots.

I pulled away from her, but she continued kissing my neck.

"Fuck...you are so hot!" she moaned loudly.

I tried to push her away, but she stood firm.

She suddenly grabbed hold of my hands and placed one on each heaving plastic beach ball. Otherwise known as her breasts.

She covered my hands with hers, and began to push down on them, moaning and panting, grinding her ass against my cock, which I might add, was having no effect.

"Lauren, STOP!" I yelled at her, thoroughly pissed by now, but this just seemed to encourage Lauren, who was guiding my hands all over her body.

She pushed her body back into mine harder, crushing my dick with her ass. "Lauren!" I gasped, in agony.

I tried to push her back, but she had my hands in a stronghold, and the harder I pushed against her, the more my dick got crushed.

She continued to moan as she basically explored her own body, due to the fact that there was absolutely no input from me.

She pulled my hands down further towards her slit, when my mind began to function again, after recovering from its initial shock. What had I been thinking? Here was this chick offering herself to me, and I was just standing there?

What is wrong with me?

"Not yet," I whispered in her ear, and began to kiss along her shoulders and neck. Her moans began to increase in both volume and frequency, and she loosened her grip on my hands. I took the opportunity, and turned us around quickly, so that she was pressed up against the counter.

She smirked at me, triumphant in the knowledge that she had cracked me.

Honestly, what on earth had I been thinking before?

"Now Miss Mallory, you are a very dirty girl, so I think I need to get you thoroughly cleaned up in the shower," I whispered huskily in her ear, hearing how her breathing hitched and her eyes became even more full of lust. I did what I should have done in the first place, and picked up Lauren Mallory and carried her through to the bathroom.

Her fingers grazed my bare chest as we walked, and she reached down behind me and pinched my ass teasingly.

Once in the bathroom, I placed her down carefully on the closed toilet seat, and kneeled in front of her, looking around the bathroom for what I knew was in here, which would make this even more enjoyable.

Finally, I spotted it, or rather them, and told Lauren to close her eyes. This was going to be my surprise; after all, she had given me one. It was time to return the favour.

And so about ten satisfying minutes later, I was leading a sulking Lauren Mallory out of my front door, fully dressed, having found her pile of clothes in the bathroom and ordering her to get dressed quickly and to never come back, unless she wanted a very sexy date in a prison cell due to her sentence for harassment and sexual abuse.

Needless to say, she hadn't liked my surprise much, when I presented her with her clothes, but I hadn't liked her surprise, so I would say we were even.

I shut the door behind her, relieved that she was finally gone, and disgusted by her little stunt.

I went back into the living room and sat down on the chair where Lauren had been sitting. As I sat down, I noticed a white envelope lying on the rug, partially under the chair. I frowned, reaching down to pick it up, and saw that it had my name written on it, in Lauren's big, messy scrawl, her large rounded letters biting into the white envelope. I chucked the envelope aside onto the coffee table, deciding to look at it later.

I leaned back in my chair and sighed, thinking back to Lauren's shameless entrance. Normally, I would never pass up an opportunity like this, to fuck some random slutty girl, with no strings attached

But Bella Denali had ruined me for everyone. No one would ever be good enough again; not after her.

She was a tough act to follow.

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