Hey ya'll so here we go again with another chapter as promised… I told you I wouldn't make anyone wait for too long!
I can't claim them as mine but man I wish they were, well at least Edward I want that man for me and me alone… *sighs*
Well as always mad thanks to all my girls for all the help and love and encouragement I couldn't do this with out any of u!
Steph, Kyla, Rachel, Cat, BBC, Sandra and now added to the crazy family Xquisite prodigy/blue shirt girl…u all make my day better and make me laugh and always bring me happiness… I'm so glad that I fell in love with Edward and the books and ultimately that brought me to all ur crazy asses and god knows I wouldn't change that for the world…
Playlist for chapter
Jason Mraz- I'm Yours
Micheal Buble- Everything
Enrique Iglesia– Tonite i'm fucking you (the club)
Now lets get on with the show...
Chapter 14 Edward's POV
Isabella…
I need to find out what she does for a living and soon. Right now I could easily slip away for another round of our favorite game.
It seems to me that the only way to get her to be mine is to beat her at this cat and mouse hide and go seek charade she puts on. I know she feels for me. She shows and tells me with her eyes every time we meet.
Her eyes are the window to her soul and they scream at me, to look past all the bullshit and games. They beg and plead for me to see her, the real her.
And I do, every single time.
I see her beauty, the one that comes from within. Her soul and heart are immense in their ability to give without asking. I won't deny that the outer has a huge appeal but it's not what draws me in. Her heart is pure gold and her loyalty and integrity make her shine brighter than any diamond in this world.
I wish it could be easy and we could just date and get to know each other, but then that wouldn't be us. We feed off each other's egos and thrive on the possessiveness we feel towards the other. She might deny it but her eyes and body could never betray me.
I feel her under my skin hours after we have parted. She has stolen every thought and every beat of my heart… it all belongs to her. I wouldn't change that feeling of completion she gives to me for anything in the world.
Every time she ends up pressed against me my heart jumps and skips to the beat of a drum. My body feels light and as if nothing in the world matters and every thing is just …right.
And I feel it down within my bones that it's the same for her.
The way her body melts into me every time I touch her. The way she lights up when she sees me, and the small sigh that escapes her when she hears my voice tell me all I need to know and more.
I long for her. But in this moment it is almost impossible for me to see her, so I decide a small gesture from me would suffice.
Calling a local flower shop, I decide on a beautiful bouquet of lilies. Paying a little extra, I insure that they are delivered tonight. I settle for a simple card nothing fancy, and ask that they put one word on it 'soon.' The signature of the card will only say Edward. It's all she needs to know it's me, and for her to melt at the meaning behind my gesture and one word note.
Time has escaped me while thinking of my princessa, and by the time that I'm done paying for this bouquet it's time for me to head home. I make my way to Jane's desk, give her tomorrow off and tell her goodnight. Her loyalty to me and my family is astounding. She is always where we need her and I feel it's time we show her some appreciation, maybe a nice little singles cruise for older women would be good for her.
Ever since her husband Peter passed away two years ago, she has been so alone, so focused on her job that I fear she will never move on. Peter was a good man and I'm sure he would want more for her than dealing with my family.
Yep. Cruise it is…
As I head towards the elevator I decide to send my father a text explaining that I want to get there early. His response is quick, telling me he's sorry he has to cancel on me, but he promised Alice some time at the shooting range so they could catch up.
I pouted and remind him mom promised me dinner; his smart ass response was "It's already in your oven jackass!" That's my father for you. I give him a quick 'Fuck you.' I just wanted to make sure I get the food I was promised. I swear I sometimes feel like I'm the parent here and they are my children.
His response is to 'shut the fuck up, eat my food and quit bitching' but the man doesn't finish there, nope that would be too much to ask for. I'm barely done with hitting my head against the elevator doors when the next message comes in saying… wait for it.
'lol… son ur bro will be there in a few mins… Jazz wants to hang tonite while I have his lady.'
Shoot me now, no fuck that, I should shoot Emmett for teaching text talk to the rent's. Fucker doesn't realize how wrong that is and maybe I'm starting to go crazy like them but I can't help but chuckle at the stupidity of this all.
Just when I'm about to answer, the doors open on the lobby and I head straight towards the garage and climb into my baby. Turning her on is always a sensual experience for me so after making her purr for me a few time as I rev the engine, I peel out of my spot and shoot out into the warm Miami sky.
Traffic was very light this evening so I made it back in record time and make my way inside.
Once inside, I notice for the first time how quiet and alone I feel standing in my huge house with no one to share it with. The silence is almost deafening and my heart constricts because it's as clear as day that she is what is missing. At that moment I vow to make that one word I sent her a reality because 'soon' will happen.
Noticing the time on the wall, its past eight in the evening and my mothers home made pasta is calling my name. I inhale her food at an inhuman speed, but to my defense if you tasted her cooking you would definitely do the same.
It doesn't take me any time at all to have half the pan of her noodles gone. I've eaten so much at this point that I feel human combustion from over eating is in my near future. Much to my stomachs protest, I quickly clean up everything and put the leftovers away for later on when I get home.
I can feel time ticking away at this point and if I want to get there before this meeting starts, I need to head to my shower and get ready. I'm supposed to be there around eleven p.m. and arriving before always gives me the chance to see what's going on and who's doing what.
I quickly remove my clothes and after putting them in the hamper I turn the water on to hot but manageable, and climb in.
The hot water is soothing on my tired muscles, but as soon as the water caresses my cock, my imagination starts to run back to her. I pray to every god I know of at this moment, that I can get through my shower without the assault of her memories. I beg to not remember the feel of her throbbing pussy begging for my touch. That the feel of her pressed up against my front doesn't make me falter, and that the sight of her lips wrapped around the head of that dildo, won't bring me to my knees.
I miraculously take a normal shower without the aid of my hand. I vow and promise to all the powerful beings that helped me in my time of need to take flowers to every church, temple and what not throughout the city in thanks.
Fuck! Again time seems to loose me in my thoughts and I have to rush in order to make it there on time.
Rushing into my closet, I decide to put on all black for the evening. Black slacks with black button down and a nice belt finishes off the extent of my look. I roll my sleeves up to my elbows, tussle my hair a bit and head down stairs with my keys and wallet in hand.
"Took you long enough," are Jazz's words as I descend the stairs and as soon as he finishes, my glare is fixed on him for even going there.
"Not funny dipshit. Have you been hanging with Emmett's dumbass and taking lessons on how to annoy my ass? Because if you plan to act like an ass I will go alone and send you back to hang with daddy and his little princess tonight." At this point he looks like I just shot his puppy, but damn he should know that's something that should never be made fun of.
"Dude you know I never meant anything by it, don't you? Fuck Edward I couldn't be happier for ya, it's about time you found her."
His response stuns me. What does he mean 'about time I found her?' He makes it sound like I knew her and lost her. I look at him and he looks afraid all of a sudden by what he said, but before I question him he continues, "Well you know what I mean… as in your soul mate. We all have one and it's about time you found her."
I guess that makes sense and I leave it at that asking him if he's ready to go and with a quick nod from him we make our way out to his car.
Jasper's car is another beauty in its own right. While I like modern and flashy he likes them ol' school and classic. The fucker is the proud owner of a very rare 1970 Buick 'GSX' stage 1.
If I ever drove anything from a couple decades back I would definitely drive this car. Over the years he's made some very impressive improvements to it and I can admit the car can actually give me some competition in the speed department.
He painted it a bright yellow with two stripes in black on the hood. I never understood why he would choose those colors, but in his words not mine he wanted 'to match his Tink'.
Getting in the vehicle he turns her on like I do mine, and smiles as she purrs for him. He revs her a few times before peeling out and off we go down to little D.R.
The streets are almost deserted and even though I find that strange I don't say anything. My mind is in work mode and getting things back on track as they should be. My customers shouldn't pay for the inconsiderate nature of those idiots but I'll make it right. James is going to rectify his wrongs with them, not me; it will be his pockets and blood that will make us even.
Sooner than anticipated we park in front of the club and we head straight in, much to the protest of the crowd at front. But as soon as they hear "Good evening Mr. Cullen," the crowd quiets and they all wish me a pleasant evening. Jasper snickers to my right as we make our way through the crowd and towards the bar.
Its quite a busy night for it being a workday, the dance floor is packed. They all move their bodies to the sensuous beats of the island, and I can't help but picture Isabella pressed against me while we move as one. My dick awakens to these thoughts but hardens to full mast when I sense her near.
My eyes scan the entire floor for her and come up with…nothing.
But my cock knows better… she's here, I'm positive.
I need to find her, maybe after my discussion with Mr. Reyes I can enjoy her for a bit. Maybe we could enjoy a nice drink together while I pull her to sit on my lap. My hands are almost itching to feel her skin on my finger tips while we talk about nothing and everything at the same time.
I'm so lost in thought that when Jasper starts talking to me, I don't hear a thing. But when he says it's time to go in, I turn towards the dance floor and scan it from one wall to the next and again come up empty.
We make our way to the back and into the VIP section and as we pass the goon at the rope, I see his hand bandaged and ask him what happened. He looks down and mumbles something that I just couldn't make out, his head is down and I can tell this has been something he is embarrassed about.
I'm ready to ask again but this time demand he looks up and speaks clearly when a slimy little weasel I've seen a time or two decides to answer for him.
"Este cabron' got his ass handed to him by a pair of killer legs. I swear that woman had the most gorgeous ass I've ever seen. If you would have seen that beauty you would never think she could bring down a big ass fucker like him. But damn did she ever fuck him up; he will need some surgery on that hand for sure. Maybe if she would have run into a real man, she would know her place which is in my bed with her legs spread."
But before I could ask where is this wonder woman that brings men to their knees and breaks hands in the process is, my woman comes from the back, and we both stare each other down.
She is dressed to kill and kill she might from the heart attack I'm about to have due to the way she is dressed. Her legs are exposed for all to see and her tiny dress barely holds her in; my eyes immediately look past her to see the slimy fuck eating her up with his eyes. My eyes are fixed on him until he looks up and pales from the murderous glare he receives. I look back to my girl and she is there biting her lip and her friends cough behind her to cover up their own amusement. Even Jasper is snickering at the way my eyes are killing off every one in the room that seems to be stuck on her legs or any other part of her anatomy.
But when the man I'm supposed to be meeting comes out and says goodbye to her with a small hug and kiss on both cheeks…
I see red.
Okay don't kill me… To make up for the club scene there will be an extra post on Wednesday to make up for it… The next chapter will be the start of the club and things start taking shape … We are so close to the big reveal … so hang in there we are almost out of our misery…
Pretty soon someone will piece everything together…
Also if you haven't checked it out yet… I have a new story I put up two weeks ago… I usually promise a every two week post but I might have another update on that this week. I can't promise anything yet but I will try my best to get it out. It's very different from this one but I promise to make it a beautiful love story in the end… just trust me…
It's called … It Isn't over Yet
Everything they said, everything they did, everything I saw was about him and his memory. He left me. Yet here I stand eight years later, still drowning in his memory and the destruction he left behind. M for language and future lemons B/E promised HEA
I based it off of Adele's -Someone like you
It has a lot of angst and pain but will finish with nothing but beauty and love at the end…
See ya on Wednesday!