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Welp. Okay. So, I should probably clear up some things..
The first 5 chapters are pretty crappy because this is my first real nearly complete fanfic. It'll get better, I swear. My very very first real fanfic, Unremembered never had the chance. Shame.
And nope, Bella wouldn't be preggers here, well, in this story at least. Not that she's sterile but having a baby with UnstableWard as the father wouldn't be recommendable.
I should have warned you before but this story is circled around Edward character/personality change. So, if you was whiplashed by the constant changing of moods, blame Edward. It's entirely his fault. He's way of thinking is so alike with NewMoonWard.
However, of all 'mode' Edward had on his system, I would rather see his jealous and possessive part. That is pretty hot. Oh, and don't forget his glasses. Unf.
Some of you might notice some 'holes' or 'things that needed to be explained further' like:
How Edward's real father died.
When would Bella find out that the 'Grandpa' she's meeting and sharing secrets with is 'THE Carlisle Cullen.
Etcetera, etcetera.
The questions above should be explained further in the series.
Ooh. Did you catch what I just said? A series? Yeah... I'm actually thinking about having a sequel.. But, nah, you guys would probably not like that, eh? See, I'm harsh in every chapter, giving away nothing but cliff hangers. The sequel would DEFINITELY had a lot of those.
Just kidding. I would make a sequel if y'all want. Just tell me, and if the majority of you agrees, by next year, One Percent of Anything Part 2 would be out! :D
THANKS CARLISLE-NOSE-EXTENSION FOR BETA-ING THIS CHAPTER :3
I enjoyed writing this chapter. Somehow, it's easier for me to conjure dramatic stuff.
Like House, Edward is very complicated. Some quotes from the tv show might be seen below. (love that show) On with it!
BPOV – Kiss with a Fist
"No." I whispered through the wintry snowy air. It just rung out as if I shouted it. The silence echoing my croaked voice. I fell to the blanket of snow unceremoniously, a loud thump as my breath whooshed out of my lungs. I can't bring myself to inhale again, knowing that it would only hurt my nostrils and the fact of dying seemed nice enough. My heart began beating harder, faster. Why, hello there, Mister heart, I do not know you're still there. I guess it's my soul that left me, eh? The thought made me sob immediately, involuntary movements making me inhale sharply. So much for the death plan.
Bright headlights blinded me and the hope made me stand unsteadily. "EDWARD?" I shouted crazily.
The yellow paint and untinted windows made my hopeful high crashed down painfully. "Miss?" The driver asked, opening his door.
"Go away." I mumbled, falling back.
He immediately went out of the cab and tried to make me stand up. "I said, leave me alone."
"I'm sorry, Miss. But Mr. Cullen strictly reminded me to bring you home safe."
"Are you one of his servants?"
He laughed out loud. "Hardly. Just making up for some intrusions and pretend stories I had to tell him. I'm Carlos, by the way." Then, his face lit up in recognition. "You must be his girlfriend."
I scoffed. "That's what he wanted you all to believe."
"Come to think of it, I haven't heard from the both of you in a while. No public dates. No nothing."
"Yeah. He didn't show up when I ask him to meet my parents. Never seen or heard from him for 10 days. I even thought he might be dead or something."
He grinned. "Well, from what I heard, he is not really big at apologizing."
"Believe me, I experienced that beforehand." I gritted, my fists clenching.
"Not to be nosey or anything but, what are you doing here?" He asked, assisting me inside the cab. I obliged since I don't want to be sick of hypothermia if I'm confronting Edward later.
"Ya know, the usual. Edward being a jerk. Thinking he's so high and mighty. What an arrogant bastard." I huffed, rubbing my frozen sides to thaw over the warmth the cab is giving.
"He must've inherited that trait from his father."
That's new. "You know his father?" I asked inquisitively.
"Yeah. Very much. Been best friends with him since childhood."
"You must be devastated when he died?"
He revved up the engine and skidded to the road. "To be quite frank, I can't be any happier the moment he's gone."
I sucked in a breath, not expecting what he just said. "Edward wouldn't be so happy if he heard that. He worships that guy like a god." I defended.
He guffawed maniacally and I began to question his sanity and my safety. "He's idolizing the wrong guy. Well, can't blame it on Edward though. His father is one hella of a con man."
"Excuse me?"
He laughed boisterously again, almost making the cab swerve dangerously. "You will know soon." He turned around to face me and winked.
Just when I thought I couldn't be creeped out any more.
"Oh! I went a little overboard over that topic. I can't help it. Although, I am not the one you should be sending out that look. Wait until you met Edward Masen – Cullen Sr., Edward's father. You wouldn't only be creeped out, you'll be disgusted and hella mad at him." He smiled kindly. "So, where to?"
Wait until I met Edward's father? How? He's already dead. Carlos must be really crazy."Uh, Seattle please."
"Seattle it is." He nodded.
He became silent since then and I started to fidget uncomfortably. I remembered what socially awkward teenagers used to do during these times... I pulled out my phone and scrolled to the nonexistent contact lists. It's a three hour ride so I should do something to decrease the tension between Carlos and I. I unthinkingly tapped call Jasper and his phone rang. It rang on and on until finally, Jasper answered. A groan was first heard from the other line. "Whoever the fuck this is, you must be calling for some fucking thing that's so fucking important since it seems that it can't fucking wait until fucking later."
I laughed."Not a morning person, eh, Jasper?"
"No. Are you?"He snapped.
"Well, yeah! I'm a morning person." I exclaimed proudly.
"I can't understand your love for early rising."
I rolled my eyes. "Anyway, where is Edward going?"
"He's at Bella's."
"I AM BELLA." I huffed.
"Hi Bella."He mumbled sleepily.
I sighed. This conversation is going nowhere. "Where do you think Edward would go when he runs away?"
"I dunno. The docks, probably." He yawned.
Oh God... I need information! REAL ONES! My depression is gone abruptly and quickly replaced by rage. "HE'S BEEN THERE! HE LEFT ME THERE. WHERE ELSE WOULD HE GO?"
A few shuffling noises indicated that he's moving and is fully awake. "HE LEFT YOU THERE? THE FUCK? THAT ASSHOLE."
"Who left who?" A female voice asked from Jasper's side.
"It's your brother, Alice. That fucking asshole left Bella at the docks, in the middle of the night, in the freezing temperature of Christmas Eve."His voice far away, probably explaining it to this 'Alice' person.
"OH MY GOD. I'M GOING TO KILL HIM RIGHT NOW." The chirpy female voice hissed.
"JASPER...?" I cut in uncertainly.
"Oh. Well, Alec called me earlier, reporting to me that Edward booked a flight to... where is it again?"
"Give me the phone." Alice demanded. "Hi Bella." She greeted cheerfully. I sense another morning person over here. "It's nice to hear from you. I thought I would never get the chance to get to know you. I already knew we would be the best of friends though. I promise you, I have nothing in common with my brother. I am extremely kind, and never lame. I am not boring either. Oh! Have you met Emmett's new family? Oh my gosh! Did you see Rose? I still can't believe she's not a super model or something I mean, with that rocking body, I would probably just go and walk around naked if I was her. And did you see that little adorable Chase? Isn't he the cutest? I bet you and my brother would have the most gorgeous and adorable and cutest and -"
"Uh, hi Alice. Yeah, glad to meet you too. I was just wondering, now that we finally landed on the topic concerning your brother, excuse my language but, WHERE THE FUCK IS HE GOING?"
"Oh right! I'm so sorry, I just can't seem to stop talking on and on and on and on and on and on and -"
Jasper laughed softly over the background, then his voice answered my question. "He booked a flight to Chicago, it's leaving on .. uh..10 hours from now? I'm not sure.."
"CHICAGO?"
"Yeah, apparently, he communicated with the M-C Enterprise main office there and he's planning to work there from now on." He said.
"He is leaving the hotel?"
"I guess. He gave up on the will. I heard that he told Alec that when Grandpa dropped by, tell him that Edward is quitting his job and offering the position to the Blacks. Alec was dumbfounded. He is stuttering and shaking the whole time. He knew that Edward giving up to the Blacks is least likely to happen than the apocalypse."
"Where would he be now?" I asked as calmly as I could. I'll save my anger for confrontation later...
"Eh, probably at his place, packing his shit." He answered noncommittally.
"Great. Thanks." I was about to hang up when Alice shrieked on the other line. "Bella! You can't hang up! Jasper wouldn't be up until 6 am. And now that I'm awake, I couldn't go to sleep anymore. Please, Bella? You don't have someone to talk with there anyway, right?"
I sighed. "Well, I guess."
"OH! AWESOME! I've been wanting to have a real girlfriend to talk to!"
"Good. Erm, I'll just tell Carlos to drop me off..."
"Already taken care of, Ma'am. I can hear your conversation from here." Carlos chuckled.
"Cool. But, how did you know where Edward lives -?"
"Remember the favor, the story? He's the passenger of mine."
"Oh-kay?"
"Oh. My. God. Bella! You wouldn't believe what your sister is up to these days! Guess what?" How did she knows about what my sister is up to when I, myself, didn't know? Vanessa is being secretive this days. Well, I probably shouldn't ask Alice how she knew, seeing that she managed to contact my brother from Chicago.
Alice paused for a millisecond before babbling again. "Never mind. She's dating JACOB BLACK! Sick, right? I have nothing about the Blacks of course. But, still. How did they meet each other, you ask? Well, turns out, his family just found out about the will and is plotting to steal you from Edward. It's crazy, I know. However, our luck seemed to kick in and they got the wrong information. They thought your name is Vanessa Swan and you're a doctor. How they didn't found out that you are the woman they're supposed to be looking for, might be Jasper or Grandpa's own doing. See, the will is pretty discreet. I can't say Jacob lose though. Since the first time he saw her, he knew she's the one. It didn't matter that Vanessa told him weakly that she isn't the one he's talking about, both of them knew nothing's going to separate them from each other now. Destiny? Fate? True love? Tell me about it. Glad my soulmate finally acted and made a move on me now." I know I don't really know what she looks like but I can imagine a glowing petite woman, grinning in the darkness while looking at her lover lovingly. It makes me feel all squeasy and envious. It's all because of that damn fucker who thinks he knew everything and have to be the one to decide for what's good for the both of us.
Alice kept me company the whole 3 hour ride to Edward. I know that Edward had a head start but with this snowy conditions, I doubt he would keep his usual speedy driving. He is not suicidal. Or is he?
We finally reached the place and I thanked Carlos and wished him to have a safe drive home. He smiled warmly and waved, wishing me luck.
Maybe he's isn't crazy after. Maybe. Or not.
I ran to his place; to the lobby; to the elevators; to his front door.
Fuck. The door would be locked. I tried my luck and turned the knob. It's open. What is he thinking? What if I was a different person? A killer even!
I shook my head and went inside. It looked like he came in a hurry since he didn't bothered to turn on the lights. It is very dark if it wasn't for the moonlight that is shining through all the windows.
I looked around. This is the first time I've been here. Everything is in order, well, what the least of the things he have. Nothing seemed misplaced. He only have the basic necessities. Fat ass couch in front of the big ass plasma TV. The kitchen is seen from where I stand and it looked like he never spent that much time in it. For all I know, he sucked at cooking. He might have stopped eating altogether. Probably one of the reason why he's so freaking moody these days.
There are no trophies or certificates/ awards, etc. hanging and displayed at the wall or counters. Assuming that he's a narcissistic perfectionist, he should be gloating all his achievements. There are no family pictures except for a solitary photo frame of a man. I walked closer and picked it up. He is extremely handsome, seemingly blond haired, and from the looks of it, his hair is unruly since the sides are stubbornly freeing from the gel prison. His bluish-gray eyes looked far away, cold and unseeing. I've seen that look before. Then, it hit me. This is the Edward Masen – Cullen, Sr. Edward's idol. Edward's model. Edward's hero. Edward's father.
I felt as if I was holding a sacred object and I'm far unworthy to keep touching it or even leaving a gist of my fingerprints, dirtying it. I place it atop the end table where it was before and continued looking around.
From the faint light, the colors of everything seemed generic. No funky orange or seducing red. No lime green that seemed to glow in the dark. No hint of happy yellow or masculine blue. Everything seemed black and white. Some might be gray, but all in all, everything looked lonely. Neutral. Not showing any emotion. Very much like him.
From what I heard from Jasper long ago, Cullens are likely to become a businessman. Edward became one. Masen is their other surname and they are known to be 'fashionable' so Alice might be the one to inherit that trait. So it's highly possible that Alice could've designed this.
And so, everything in his place, the living room, kitchen/ dining area, is all modern and exquisite. However, I can't see anything with a female touch. Could it be possible that he designed this all by himself?
But, his sister seemed fun and giddy from the phone. She seemed persuasive too, since she made it possible for Emmett and his family to visit us from Chicago to Forks. Emmett is as stubborn as me and loved his job more than his life, like I love my job. Leaving it for a break or something might be hell for the both of us. Oh well. Alice can probably make me quit my own job if she can make me listen to her for 3 hours straight about clothes and shopping. Two thing I less cared about.
A few sounds of things bumping and clothes shuffling is heard from the bedroom and I prodded the dark carpet quietly towards the noise.
Edward is leaning by his suitcase that is placed recklessly atop the bed. He didn't noticed me since he just continued whatever he's doing. He frantically stuffed his traveling bag with his clothes from the closet, hangers and some clothes strewn everywhere. He seemed to be so distressed and frustrated that it took all my will not to ran to him and comfort him.
His phone rang by the corner table and the charm attached to it glistened by the light. The charm I gave to him. He kept it. Before, it's meant to be a joke, a test to see if he'll keep an emasculating charm if it was given by me. He did. And it made me feel hella special.
His head snapped to the direction of his phone and his shoulders slumped lower. He reached for it, fingering the charm. He sighed.
He grabbed a pack of cigarettes and lighter that is hidden deep in the mess he made on the bag, walked by the window and cracked it open. The cold air entered the warm room swiftly. Edward shivered and lit one. He inhaled hungrily and paused for a moment, relinquishing the smoke inside his lungs before exhaling it in a puff.
He looked at the charm again, wiping it lovingly with his thumb. "I have to do this, love. You deserve someone much better than me." He kissed it solemnly that it made me cry to my knees.
He quickly spun and looked at me. So quick, almost as if it was reflexive. The sparks heated the room as brown met green.
He took another drag while looking at me straight in the eye. He is calm, collected. He exhaled drastically, throwing his phone to the other side of the room. It crashed and most likely received a major crack. "What are you doing here, Isabella?"
He asked it so coldly that it made the wintry atmosphere even chillier. It's like he's not Edward. He is different. Tears flowed freely as I scrambled to keep them at bay.
"I asked, Isabella. What are you doing in my suite?" He breathed in his cig again and out, cool as a motherfucker.
I racked my head for a possible reason. Because I love you flashed in my mind, begging to be said. Not now.
I remembered the other people's lives I changed. My students. My neighbor. Vanessa."You are my first failure." I said as stern as I can, wiping my tears away.
He looked away for a second, as if he's hurt but snapped his eyes back to mine. "And being involved with you is a mistake." He spat back.
The way he used the present tense made the phrase more hurtful. I tried my best not to collapsed in incoherent cries and harden up. Two can play this game. "I never gave up in any of my conquests. Every person I helped, had their lives turned into a better turn."
He laughed bitterly. "Is this an everyday thing for you, Isabella? Are you helping those rich ass spoiled fuckers to change THIS way? By pushing through their boundaries, made them open up to you, made them give their hearts to you which is the first time they're doing that but you don't think that's special so you and the fuckers would just drink and fuck, fuck and fuck? Gotta sneak some cash from their unsuspecting asses?"
"Are you implying that I'm nothing but a whore?"
He took a long drag of his cig and exhaled loudly. "You are not denying anything, Isabella. Everything I said must be true, then."
"I can't believe that you're judging me so low when you're nothing but a bratty kid. Hypocrite."
"Touche." He inhaled and breathed out.
"What does that even mean?"
"I thought you're an English teacher, Miss Swan? Or is that just a cover up? Your other job?"
"What about you, Mr. 'Edward Masen- Cullen?" I mocked. "How is your hotel doing? Your Grandpa? Is he well? Or it just a lie? Your hobby? Are you doing this often? Are you sick of those petty one night stands that you rather play a deceiving game? Thinking that being a rich handsome bastard you can fuck any girl you want and the longer time it takes to woo the girl, the enjoyable the fucking will be? So, you introduced yourself to some random girl that you spent some research work with, acting like you're the boss of the whole world, but have a sad sad childhood since poor you lost your daddy when you're little, drink and fuck the women who fell for your tricks, then when they are in deep shit, you'll leave them?"
He took a drag before butting it out and threw it outside. "So, that's what you're thinking the whole time."
"Well?"
"Maybe I am doing that."
"You- You're just using me to get laid?" I asked angrily.
"Are you using me to get money?" He questioned at the same time.
We just stared each other down. His green eyes seemed to be glowing since it's the only color I can make out from his surroundings, everything else is black and white. And of course, his crazy mop of a hair, once bronze, now dark brown, the same as mine. The snow earlier must have melted.
Our feet suddenly moved towards the other and next thing I knew he's right in front of me, looking down as I look up. Our bodies flushed against each other, the cold air swirling around us intensified the sparks of being this close. Our heated argument contrasted the weather. And for some inane reason, wetness gathered in my core and my every sense alert and sensitive.
All my rational thoughts were all thrown out of the window. The fact that he hurt me and left me alone in the cold was all gone. The fact that he might be a playboy and I'm his current toy is forgotten. I was controlled by want. By lust. Controlled by him.
I clutched his suit, closing the minimal distance between us and reached up to his ear. "You are so fucking handsome when you got all worked up like that." I admitted, biting his earlobe.
His hands went up on my hips, pulling me onto him, his girth obvious and hard. I gasped and his eyes darken considerably. I scrape my fingernails over his work clothes.
He leaned down to whisper back in my ear and I can smell only his musky scent and cigarettes. "And you look so fuckably sexy right now. A sweet little kitten trying to be a fierce lion. You're driving me crazy."He groped my ass to accentuate what he said.
I groaned as he started removing my coat. "Let's get you comfortable now, Isabella. You must be feeling.. hot." He continued on with my sweater and I can't find it in me to stop him. I did the same with him, taking his suit jacket off carelessly.
He gripped my chin up to look at him, his lust filled eyes boring onto mine. He looked for something and he seemed to found it since he grunted seductively and ripped my blouse apart.
The action drove me to the edge and I tore his button up and unfasten his belt and pulled his pants down. He growled and threw me to the bed, hastily pushing his suitcase to the carpet. He grabbed my pants off and shed our underwear agilely. Soon enough, we're both naked. And we'll have sex. And we're both sober. Oh God.
He hovered over me, licking a trail starting from my bellybutton to my breasts, sucking and nibbling each. "Did your other charities touched these luscious tits?" He asked as he squeezed them, tugging each nipple.
"There are no others." I moaned, thrusting up. He taunted my entrance with his dick, grinding against it slowly but not entering it. Hell and heaven at the same time. Fuck.
He continued licking along my neck, biting and marking. "Did they mark you as their own?"
"No others." I repeated, snagging his hair to level his face up to mine. "No others."
His face soften a little. "Then, how come you're not a virgin anymore?" He challenged, licking my chin, pecking my cheeks and forehead.
I hesitated. "I, er, okay. It's way back in high school. Graduation party. I was drunk as shit. The only thing I remembered is Demetri and I are talking innocently. Next morning, I was stark naked." I paused and looked at how he's taking it.
His eyes are twinkling with amusement but a hint of rage. He gritted. "Of all the people to lose your virginity with? Really, Isabella? Demetri?"
"Well, what about you? I bet you didn't even know the name of the first girl you've had sex with."I taunted.
"Touche."He exclaimed again. "So, you two had a past then?" He kissed my eyelids, trying to act nonchalantly. However, his tightened grip on my hips proved otherwise. He is jealous. I knew it. So, what did I do? I played with it. "Yeah. We had sex since then, even now. He is so fucking insatiable. And I just can't get enough of him."
I cast my eyes downward, as if to look embarrassed or fucking nostalgic but the only thing I saw is his cock perfectly aligned with my clit. One little move and he'll be inside of me.
He cast out a feral growl and thrust inside brutally. I have no complaints though. Right now, I want it rough and hard. I stopped breathing and took it all in. "Is he bigger than Mr. Twitchy?" He hashed out.
I can't speak or even comment about the childish way he named his dick as he moved out fully and drove in just as hard as the first one. "Is he? Is he? Is he?" He emphasize each word each thrust.
"Ughhh. Edwarrrd." I panted, taking hold of his shoulders.
"I asked a question, Isabella. And when I ask one, you should answer it." He chided, stopping his movements and pulled out. Arrogant, are we?
"I don't think so, Edward." I turned us around and straddled him. He cocked his eyebrow confusedly and was about to resume our position earlier but I stopped him. "I will run this shit from now on, savvy?"
He looked at me incredulously and was about to reject the idea but I cut him off. "Or we'll discontinue this." I threatened, rubbing my clit over his dick, teasing him.
"Okay." He mumbled. "Anything, just don't stop."
I smirked, feeling powerful and take him in slowly. I threw my head back as he played with my tits, massaging them and taking each nipple in his mouth, swirling it with his tongue."Fuck, Isabella. You feel so good." He commented. The feeling of him, not sheathed with any barriers is heavenly. I can feel every fucking inch of him, doubling the pleasure.
I moved up and down, his head followed my movements as he never let go of my breasts. He jiggled with them.
"I couldn't last longer, love. It's been too fucking long." He grunted on my chest. He eventually let them go as he bit my neck. It sent a set of tingles southward and I began to feel the familiar tightening in my stomach.
"Edward. Come with me." I shouted, as I clamped my mouth on his neck, biting him in return. He shuddered and sucked, effectively leaving a mark so I left him one too. It seemed that we had this insecurity to mark the other, as if pissing at our territory. Weird. But sexy as fuck.
He fell back to the bed, bringing me with him. We panted heavily, our hearts pumping near each other.
He thrust up a little, grabbing my hips, encircling my pelvis against his as he hissed, reliving the feeling.
10 minutes later, I am still lying at him and he's still inside me when it dawned unto us.
We looked at each other with anxiety. "The condom."
"I'm clean. Are you?" I said.
"I am. But, are you taking birth control pills?"
"I am not the one for that. I'm scared I might never bear a child if I took those pills."
"That's incredulous." He smiled. "So, you're a kid lover, eh?"
I nodded. "That's why I became a teacher. I want to have some of my own." I whispered.
"So, you won't be angry then if I knocked you up?"
"If only you'll take the responsibility." I winked.
I can feel his cheeks became warm. I put myself up, propped my elbows upon his chest, looking at him. "But, what would happen though? You said I fucked you up even more, how are we going to build this family?"
He moved to the center of the bed, carrying me. His face exhilarated. "We're going to build a family."He repeated wistfully.
"Edward." I said, tapping him as he didn't respond for over a minute now.
"Oh. I... You heard me earlier." He answered, looking away.
"What is it again?" I asked, wanting to hear it.
He sighed. "That you deserved someone better than me."
"Okay then. I guess I should just-" I lifted myself and started to move away. His arms encircled around my waist, turned us over and pinned me down.
"You are not going anywhere, woman. Once you go to me in your own accord, there's no turning back."
I reached up to his hair, massaging it. "I, however, do not like being called a prisoner."
He smiled and hugged me closer, his body angled at the right position. "Why did you come here?"
"Because.. I like..." I started when the front door was opened abrasively.
"EDWARD FUCKING CULLEN. COME OUT, COME OUT, WHEREVER THE FUCK YOU ARE. EMMIE BEAR IS COMING TO GET YOU, YOU INSENSITIVE SELFISH CONCEITED SON OF A BITCH." Emmett hollered, stomping nearer and nearer to the bedroom. We looked again at each other, our expression full of fear. We jumped out of the bed, looking for scraps of our clothing and taping it back to our body. We looked at our present state and blushed. He smiled goofily at me, shrugging, wearing his pants lowly with no shirt on. I smiled back at him. I wore his shirt which I found thrown over his suitcase. I grabbed his hand, ready to take on what challenge awaits in the near future.
And our first one would be on the next seconds.
"THE HELL?" Emmett shouted as he took in our clothes, or the lack of.
Edward and I laughed and as our eyes met again, pure love and understanding is transferred over the current. And I knew that he felt the same way as I do.
Somehow, everything felt right.
because a kiss with a fist is better than none.
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