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~BL~
Dear Diary,
I can't believe that I have been a resident of Missouri for the past two weeks already. The night Edward got home was so romantic. We had a candlelight dinner and danced for hours. It was an amazing night, and the sex was phenomenal. I kid you not; the man has the ability to make my ovaries beg for his love juice. That is scary because I am not ready for my ovaries to be talking at all, much less begging for Edward's seed.
He has been really busy, but last night he was off. I wanted to go out to dinner and spend the night out on a date, but Edward said no. I was really mad, but I guess I can understand why he wanted some rest. I am a little put off by the fact that now that I am living here, he never seems to want to do anything but stay home. We have only gone to my dad and Esme's for dinner once.
He has an early game today and I am supposed to go. After the game, we are coming home to get some rest because we have a flight out at four in the morning. This will be my last chance before classes start to go on a road trip with him and the team. I am kinda excited about it, because I've always enjoyed the traveling with Edward.
The hotel we are staying in is super nice. I always liked the accommodations in Florida, but Edward arranged for us to stay in a separate hotel. We will be staying at Casa Moderna Miami Hotel. I was super stoked when I checked out the photos online and was blown away by the views. I am so happy and we will be there for a week. The team will only be there for five days, but we are staying the extra two days.
This series of games will be an odd thing though, in a way. This will be the first time that the Cardinals and Edward will be playing against Jasper. The Miami Marlins picked up Jasper a month ago, from the triple-A team, The New Orleans Zephyrs. He was hired to play there when no major league team would touch him after the scandal and his being fired from the Cardinals.
Well, I gotta go get ready to head to the park. I am wearing my special outfit for Edward today. He sure does love it when I wear the pig-tails, and he really loves the ruffled undies I wear for him, too. I am getting me some Daddy time tonight, you wait and see.
~BL~
"Hey, Esme, thanks for picking me up. How are you today?" I ask, getting into the car.
"I'm good, Bella. You look really cute today. You all set for the trip to Florida tomorrow morning?"
"Yeah, I packed last night because I was bored. Edward didn't want to go out and do anything, and I was a little mad about it. I start school soon, and he will still be playing ball, so I just felt put out when he wanted to be a couch potato. We didn't even eat dinner together. I told him I wasn't hungry and went to our room. I was kinda bitchy, but he was being an old man."
"Well, Honey, he is older than you are," she says with a chuckle.
"Yeah, but he is in great shape. Besides, he isn't that old. I wish sometimes he didn't act so laid back and actually acted like he wants to have fun and be happy."
"I am sure he was just worried about the game today. They need to win so they have a one and half game cushion going into the series with the Marlins. Not to mention, a lot of publicity has circulated about the Marlin series because it is the first time they will play against Whitlock."
I don't laugh, but find it funny that Esme doesn't call Jasper anything but Whitlock anymore; then again, I have been referring to him as Ass-per for a while now. I nod my head at her and look out my window, watching the scenery pass by as we head to Busch Stadium.
I am glad we have a special place to park and don't have to fight the crowds to get into the stadium. Making our way to our seats, I'm happy that most of the pre-game crap is over with. I smile big at my sexy man when he does a double-take after noticing my appearance. He smiles when I blow him a kiss, but doesn't do it back. I sit down with a huff and roll my eyes. I guess any kind of PDA with me is out of the question.
"I hate the games like today," Esme says.
"What are you talking about?" I ask.
"Oh, today during the seventh inning stretch, they are letting five lucky fans onto the field to meet the team. They do it by program numbers. They get autographs, and pictures taken with the team or a favorite player. You've seen it before. Carlisle wishes they would stop; it takes away from the team's concentration. He also mentioned that most of the time, it seems like only air-headed bimbos win. He says that the coaches complain because the players all get the 'boob on the brain,' as he puts it. Of course, you know all those bimbos just wanna see if they can hit a home-run of their own with a major league player."
"Yeah, I remember those, and Dad is right — nothing but floozies. Well, no worries about Edward. He was so into the game mode, he didn't even blow me a kiss," I chuckle.
By the seventh inning stretch, I am already irritated. The winners are all lined up by the gate we sit close to. Esme was right; it seems like only big breasted bimbos won the rights to go out on the field. There is one dorky looking kid and four whorish looking women. I wasn't irritated until the one strawberry blonde hooker was 'whisper yelling' at the other whores that Masen was hers. Esme actually grabbed my hand to make me sit down when I started to get up to tell her off.
Right now, we are leading the game four to two, and the seventh inning stretch just started. The crowd is singing songs, and the only good thing is that this will only last fifteen minutes at most. The team is lined up along the first base line to begin the signing of the autographs. Edward is standing two men away from first base. As soon as the gate opens, the whore runs right to him and jumps on him. He catches her, stopping them both from crashing to the ground. What happens next has my blood boiling. She is fucking kissing him!
The security takes their sweet ass time pulling her off of him, too! Whoever is running the camera must find it funny because it's on the big screen. I am leaning so far over the fence that Esme grabs me. I get out of her grip and move to the gate as they bring the handsy whore back so she can get to her seat. As soon as she walks through the gate, I punch her in the face and walk away.
I'm so livid. I have never gotten into any fights, and now I am hitting some tramp for touching my man. The same man who had no time for me, but was able to catch a flying whore at the drop of a dime. The same man who didn't even pull said whore from his mouth — security had to do it for him.
I leave the stadium and start to walk home. I'm so mad that I walk for about twenty minutes. When my feet start to hurt, I catch a cab. I am beyond fucking pissed. My cell phone dings with a text message, and I see it is Esme so I read it.
*Bells, where are you?*
*I left. I'm on my way home. Can I move in with you and Dad if I can't get into the dorms?*
*Bella, stop it right now. You're acting childish. Edward didn't ask for that woman to touch him. Your father got the woman to not press charges on you, so you're not in trouble.*
*I don't care! Edward hasn't had time for me, and certainly didn't want to be seen in public with me last night. But it's okay for any old whore to lip-lock with him and that's all good while he holds her?! No worries, I'm almost home and I will start to pack my shit. If I can't stay with you and Dad, I'll use the money I have to get a hotel room until a dorm is available.*
*Bella, talk to Edward, don't overreact. The game just got over and we won. Edward will get out of here soon, but the media is crazy because of the whole situation. Don't do anything rash, we will see you soon.*
*No offense, Esme, but you and Dad should just go home. I have nothing to say, especially if you're both going to defend him.*
*At least promise me that you will talk to Edward and not over react, because he was a victim in this, too.*
*If Edward decides that he wants to talk to me, he can call me.*
That is the end of the text messages from Esme. I am boiling mad now. I am over reacting!? Whatever! What about Edward not having time to blow me a kiss, but he can suck face with that ugly ass whore? I am so over this shit! He doesn't seem to want me anymore now that he has me, so I'm over it. We pull up to the house as the tears start to stream down my face. I pay the cabbie and get out of the car.
My phone rings, and when I see that it's Edward I hit ignore. It rings four more times, and each time I send it straight to voicemail. When it rings again ten minutes later, I see it is my mom.
"Hey, Mom! How are you and how is my little Char?" I question in a fake happy voice.
"Nice try, Bella. I saw the game and I saw what happened. I also saw the way you hit that woman. Jim says nice left hook, but I don't find it funny."
"I'm so pissed off Mom, and I'm done. You get your way — I am moving to the dorms if they still have room for me. I can't do this, and right now I'm too pissed to discuss it."
"Don't act rashly, Sweetheart. I can't believe I'm saying this, but Edward was not to blame for what happened and you are overreacting."
"WHAT?! I'm overreacting? Did you not see him stand there and do nothing when that whore wrapped her legs around him and attached her lips to his? Did you not see how he just stood there and didn't push her away? Before the game started he hardly acknowledged my existence. I blew him a kiss, and he didn't even seem to care or notice. But some painted up slut can jump up on his junk, dry fuck him, and suck his face on the field? Whatever, I'm done! I can't talk about this shit any..."
My words are cut short by the slamming of the front door. I turn and see Edward still in his ball uniform and cleats. He looks mad, but he has yet to hear what I have to say, and believe me, he will!
"Mom, Edward is home, I have to go. I will call you and let you know where I am staying. I love you. Kiss Char for me. Bye." I hang up the phone without waiting for her reply. Turning away from Edward, I stomp toward what was our room. "I'll be gone in twenty minutes. Leave me alo..."
My words are cut off by his hand coming over my mouth as his other arm wraps around my middle.
"For starters, you are not going to act like a child with me," he says in a really scary voice. "You are not going to stand here and scream at me, and you are not going to leave. Do you understand?" I lick the palm of his hand, hoping to get him off of me, but it doesn't work. I know for him to remove his hand I have to agree to his terms, so I nod my head yes.
"Look, I know you're mad..." he starts to say, but I laugh so loud he stops talking.
"Mad? Nah. It's all good that some nasty cum dumpster is allowed to kiss you and you don't even act like I exist. Fuck you!" I say, raising my voice little by little.
"I didn't let her kiss me!" he yells.
"No?" I ask calmly.
"No," he says, letting out a big breath of air, thinking I'm calming down.
"Well, you didn't fucking stop her either!" I yell as he rolls his eyes at me. "You might as well have dipped her and gave the whole stadium a good show!"
"She had a death grip on the hair and skin on the back of my neck!"
"I don't fucking care if she had you by the nuts. You should have pushed her away! You are supposed to be MINE!"
"Oh my fuck! I'm sorry that it all happened! What the fuck do you want me to do?!"
"Nothing, Edward. I don't want you to do anything because there is nothing you can do to make this better! Just leave me alone so I can get my shit together," I say as my tears come back. I head for the bedroom and can hear that Edward is right behind me.
"Let me ask you a question first," I say once I'm across the threshold. "What would have happened if it was me being kissed by some random man?"
"That wouldn't happen," he says with clenched teeth and balled fists.
"What if I just let him kiss me and didn't even try to push him away?"
"Knock it the fuck off!"
"No! I will not knock it the fuck off! How the fuck do you want me to feel? Last night you didn't want to go out with me, today you didn't even blow me a kiss back, and then that skank kisses you! Do you know how hurt I am right now? Do you know how much I hate you right now?" I ask as I cry. "Now that you have me here, we can't go do shit together, or you can't show me any affection, right?"
"Number one: I was tired as fuck last night. Number two: I turned away from you so quickly today because I was getting a boner! Do you know how painful it is to get a hard on while wearing a cup? Number three: there was nothing I could do to get her off of me, but you can believe what you want! Do you know that you are all that ESPN is talking about right now? Do you know that they're calling you Masen's Little Slugger? Do you know that when I get to Florida, I have to sit with the press and apologize for what you did?!"
"Do NOT apologize for me! I wish I would have punched her a hell of a lot harder!"
"ENOUGH! You are acting like you're five years old! All I want to do is bend you over my knee and spank you!" he half yells at me.
"Spank me? Really? Would that make you feel better?" I ask as I throw clothes all around.
"It would make me feel wonderful to be honest, and it would correct this insane behavior!"
"Fuck you! You think my behavior is insane? You KISSED another WOMAN today! This is me being pissed about it! I'm so fucking jealous right now that all I see are spots! You are mine! Those are my lips to kiss and no one else's! Just leave me the FUCK alone!" I almost scream.
Edward groans and then growls, but he goes into the bathroom, slamming the door so hard that it knocks a picture off the wall. I sit on the bed and just let my tears fall. When I hear the shower come on, I turn the TV on and change it to ESPN. I only have to watch for a few minutes before my highlight comes on.
"I'm sorry, but I don't think this is ever going to get old," the sportscaster says. "If you are just tuning in, this is a must see. Watch as St. Louis Cardinal Edward Masen's number one fan runs and jumps right into his arms!"
"I'm sorry, but that man didn't even see it coming!" the other announcer says. "Look at his face, the poor guy. It's clear he did not want her on him at all!"
"Have you seen his girlfriend? I mean, why would he trade one for the other?" the first guy asks as they laugh. I can see that it is clearly written on Edward's face that he didn't want her on him. I watch as he does try to move his head away, but she had her nails dug into the skin on the back of his neck.
"This is the best part. After the security gets the fan away from Masen, they escort her off the field. Isabella Cullen was waiting for the fan at the gate, and punched her right in the face!" the guy says as they laugh. I watch myself hit the tramp, fix my shirt, and turn walking away.
"Masen's Little Slugger doesn't take crap from anyone! He better watch his back when he gets home! The fan is fine and there will be no charges pressed," the guy says as they laugh just before it goes to commercial.
I leave the TV on and watch it one more time. I kind of giggle when my dad stops to make a comment.
"Doctor Cullen, what do you think of your daughter's actions?" some reporter yelled.
"I think she did what any woman would have at least thought of doing. My daughter just didn't think before she acted," he says, shaking his head.
"Did she break her hand?" a woman asks.
"I don't know," he says as he and Esme get in a car that is waiting.
I shake my head as my blood pressure comes down. I hear the doorbell and I know who it is. I head downstairs, and sure enough, my dad is on the other side of the door.
"Are you okay?" he asks as he walks in.
"I'm fine," I say, covering my face with my hands. "I know I wasn't thinking, but everything that happened today was so wrong."
"Let me see your hand," he says as I reach my arm over. He presses around my knuckles and he bends my fingers. "Does that hurt?"
"No, I really didn't hit her hard. That, or her face was just fat enough that it cushioned the blow," I say as Dad starts to chuckle.
"Stop it," he says with another laugh. "The team owner is in an uproar, and he has set up damage control press conferences for Edward."
"I know. I'm not sorry, though," I say in a pleading tone.
"Exactly why Edward took it upon himself to take care of things," he says as I sigh.
"I guess it's a good thing that Florida will be the last games I go to," I say.
"Bella!" I hear Edward yell as his feet pound on the stairs. "Oh... I though you left," he says, folding his arms over his naked chest.
"On that note, I think we should go," Esme says.
"Good night and I'll see you both tomorrow," Dad says on his way out.
I watch them leave and turn to Edward. "I'm not sorry, but I watched the footage and saw the disgust on your face. Is your neck okay?" I ask as he shrugs. I stand on the third stair so I can look at his neck. I can't see any broken skin.
"Baby, you are the only woman I want to kiss," he says, putting his hands on my hips. "I'm sorry for what happened."
"It really wasn't your fault. I just can't stand the thought of someone else touching you! I'm jealous, possessive, and a little bit of an attention whore, so you kind of just have to deal with me," I say as I put my head against his.
"Next time, I'm just spanking you and moving on," he says seriously.
"Well, you are my daddy," I say as I kiss him. "If you need to spank me, I understand."
"I would love to spank you, but we need to go to bed and I want my little girl to suck my dick, so we don't have time for any punishment tonight. Next time, though, when you feel the need to act like a child, you will get a good spanking," he says as I roll my eyes. "Plus, you had me so irate that I would have beaten your ass pretty good."
"I get it! Don't act like a child. I'll try, but I can't promise it won't happen again."
"Hit another person and see what happens. Oh, and don't think you are going shopping with my sister, either. You will be at all of my games while we are in Florida. You will also be very well behaved, and anytime the press talks to you, you will say 'I am sorry for my actions' and follow that up with 'no further comment.' You could have gotten into some serious trouble today," he says as I bite my lip.
"What, so I'm grounded?" I ask as my eyes go wide.
"Call it what you want, but I like to think of it as a good punishment for your behavior," he says as I huff.
"Fine," I say, rolling my eyes. I think he's the one overreacting now.
"Now, be a good little girl and get upstairs. I want you naked by the time I get up there."
"Okay, Daddy, but did you brush your teeth and wash your face?"
"GO!"
"I'm going!" I say loudly but innocent-like.
~BL~
Edward wasn't joking about not allowing me to do anything. I was so bored. If I couldn't be with him, I was doing as I was told. The press was hounding me, and it was getting harder and harder to say that I was sorry. I wasn't sorry in the least bit, but I knew that was what I had to say. Edward was being very clingy to me and I loved it. He was holding my hands, and he was keeping me in arm's reach. I did like his newfound neediness. Edward and I are walking through the stadium together. We went to the Team Shop because we had time before the game. We didn't buy anything, but it was nice to do something.
"So, I was thinking," I say as I look up at my beautiful man. "I've been really good and done everything that I have been told."
"You're not doing anything," he says as I huff.
"I'm so bored."
"I don't care."
"Whatever," I say as I cross my arms like a child. "Oh my god..."
"The fuck..."
"Hey man! How's it going?" Jasper asks as he runs up to us.
"Who are you speaking to?" I ask with the nasty look on my face.
"Don't be silly, Bella," he says with a laugh.
"I really think he's talking to us," I say as Edward chuckles.
"I think he is, Baby," Edward says as we go to walk around him.
"What? We aren't friends anymore?" Jasper asks as Edward turns around.
I see it coming, so I make sure to hold tight to Edward's shirt as he takes off after Jasper. Edward tries to push me away, but I know if I let go, he could get in trouble. I can't see Jasper or his reaction when Edward takes a fist full of his shirt and pins him to the wall. I make sure I'm flushed to Edward's body so he can't fully get to Jasper.
"No, we are not friends anymore. Why would you think that?! You had sex with my underage niece and got her pregnant! Then you pay her off and tell her to raise it right! That 'it', is a boy, by the way. I'm so happy you have signed your rights away because I hate you! All that you have done to her is disgusting!" Edward yells.
"You can think whatever you want. Alice was the one that seduced me. Her taking my payoff tells you what type of person she is. Plus, she was on birth control so I don't even know how it happened! You are no better than me, friend," Jasper says with a cocky grin on his face.
"I'm sorry, Edward," I say as I fling my arm back and knock the fucker in the nuts with a closed fist.
"You stupid bitch," Jasper wheezes.
"Edward is nothing like you. He takes care of me he doesn't control me! He doesn't tell me what I can and can't do and he would NEVER pay me off if I got pregnant! You are no better than the dirt on my shoes," I spit at him. Edward pulls me back away from Jasper's face.
"You are the father?" we hear someone say. I turn my head to see a very visibly pregnant Jessica.
"No fucking way!" Edward yells as he looks Jess up and down.
"You lied to me about everything," Jess cries to Jasper. "I believed you when you said she was a lair and this big whore. I'm just as stupid as she was."
"He'll probably pay you off next," I say, shaking my head.
"Shut the fuck up!" Jasper yells as he stands. "My life is none of your fucking business!"
"Oh, I thought we were friends," Edward says as I bust up laughing. "See you on the field."
With that, Edward grabs my hand and we walk away. Before we part ways, Edward kisses me like he is never going to see me again. I take my seat in the stands and wait and wait for the game to start. Esme was going shopping and I was sad I didn't get to go with her. I take my Kindle out and read until I hear Edward's name called.
I can see a glint in Edward's eyes, and I wonder what is on his mind. His smile is scaring the hell out of me. Jasper goes to pitch the ball, and it's a wild pitch that almost hits Edward right in the ribs. Edward laughs it off and positions himself back at the plate. Jasper then pitches a perfect ball to Edward, and I think for sure it is going to be a home-run, but he hits it right at Jasper. I cringe as the ball hits Jasper right in the chest and he falls to the ground. I have to cover my mouth as a smile spreads across my face. Karma is a bitch — that's all I had to say about that. Edward smiles as the coach and the refs yell at him while the medical team attends to Jasper. Edward is thrown out of the game, but I know he feels better for what he has done. I can't help but to be proud of him.
~BL~
Dear Diary,
The past week has been marvelous. The hotel was so beautiful, and the view was incredible from our suite. We had the Biscayne suite, and it was nicer than most condo apartments I have seen. The private terrace gave us a 180 degree view of Biscayne Bay, Downtown Miami, and the art district. It was wonderful and romantic and more than I could have ever dreamed of.
I am so glad Edward and I worked things out and talked. I wasn't happy with the entire goings on of that last day and night in St. Louis before this trip, but it was truly needed to get where we are now. Edward now knows that I need attention too, and that means dates outside of the house as well as dates in. We even sat down with a calendar and made at least one date night each week for the rest of the season, apart from the weeks he is away. I am happier now, and sorry for my behavior.
My dad called this morning before our flight; apparently, I was served papers for a lawsuit. That baseball player hounding whore is suing me for punching her in the face. She didn't press charges, though, thanks to my dad. I found out that she was paid off to not press charges, but I guess suing me is another story. Edward kissed me and told me not to worry about it.
Our plane lands in about twenty minutes. I guess I better wake my sexy, sleepy man. I sure did enjoy wearing his ass out this morning!
A/N: Well Bella is not one to hold back much when it comes to her emotions. I think it is great that she has not only punched a baseball bunny, but the junk punch to Assper was priceless. Hopefully our couple will be able to get their groove back and not have so many distractions and troubles. What did you think of Liz telling her to not over react? Guess she is finally trusting that Edward is good for Bella. What was your favorite line from this chapter? I will share mine and Jess's when I do the review reply. All reviews get a teaser for 15, and it's gonna be good... just saying. Kasi & Jess~