Chapter 14.

BPOV

"I want to fuck you."

I can't believe the cuntsicle said that.

"You want to fuck me?" I asked.

The smile that had been playing on his lips died.

Yeah asshole.

"Um...I didn't mean it like that," he stammered.

"Oh really? Sounded pretty much like how you meant it," I said getting up in his face.

"I..." he stammered.

"Forget it. You're an asshole and I knew that before entertaining your stupid speech," I said standing up. I needed to get out of there.

"I didn't mean to offend you," he said.

"You breathing is offensive," I said. "And one more thing...if your dick was the last dick on Earth, I would stuff my pussy with red ants and hope for the best."

Then I walked out and slammed the door behind me.

Fucking ass.

God.

Was he serious?

Did he really think I would let him touch me?

Have sex with him?

Arrogant fucker.

I was pissed.

And fucking horny.

I hated that douche-bag. At least my mind did, my body...that was a different story.

I took a deep breath and realised that all my anger was not generated towards Jasper. I was mad at me. I hated him, but I wanted him. If I were to reach into my pants, the tell-tale wetness between my legs would be there.

Needed air.

Needed...

I needed sex.

Dammit.

And I didn't need sex with anyone. I wanted Jasper Whitlock.

Fuck me.

I turned off the engine and climbed out of the jeep. Emmett was standing on the porch with a beer in his hand.

"Hey Swan," he greeted with his trademark grin.

Why couldn't I want Emmett?

He was gorgeous. Had a body most men would kill for, a smile that could melt panties worldwide, and he was a sweetheart to women.

"Hey Em," I said with a smile. "Miss me?"

"You know it Bells," he said. "How's your houseguest?"

"Alive," I grumbled. Emmett chuckled and reached into the cooler and passed me a beer.

"Thanks," I said opening the beer and taking a long pull.

"So what's going on up there?" Emmett asked sitting down on the porch swing.

"Nothing. Everything," I said sitting next to him.

"I'm listening," he said fixing me with a stare.

"I hate the guy Em," I said throwing up my free hand. "But I want him."

Emmett's brows rose, "I see."

"He raped me Emmett, took my innocence and the fucker couldn't even remember me," I said.

"It was four years ago babe," Emmett said.

"Not the point,"I said.

"So what are you gonna do?" he asked.

"Fucked if I know," I said burying my face in my hand.

"I say fuck him nine ways to Heaven then walk away," Emmett said.

I was sure my mouth was hanging open. My friend had obviously lost his mind.

"Hear me out," he said with a chuckle.

"Fuck him, get him out of your system whatever, but give it to him so good he can't get enough," Emmett said pausing to sip his beer.

"Then when he starts to get attached, walk away," he finished with a shrug.

I sat back and drank it what Emmett was saying.

He was right. That sounded amazing. Why the hell didn't I think of that?

"I love you Em," I said throwing myself in his lap and gave him a kiss, full on the lips.

He was stunned to say the least, "Love you too Bells, just be careful ok?"

I waved to him as I put the jeep in gear and roared off.

I would get my revenge, one way or the other.

A/N: Thanks Emmett for that brilliant suggestion. Somehow I feel it's gonna backfire. Good idea though, must give you that ;)