I'm sick.
So I'm posting to make myself happy. Big thanks to MaggieMay14 and smmiskimen for betaing this shit and not calling me nuts. Risbee and Flightlessbird11 are my besties.
I don't own Twilight; I just mess with the characters for shits and giggles.
Living with Bella, even for a few days, was completely different than I expected. Sure, we had spent a few days in the hotel room together, but we were rarely in the hotel and there was so much drama surrounding us, I just couldn't comprehend it all.
Now, as I sat down in the comfort of her living room, which was surprisingly void of any family pictures or homey touches, I tried to come to grips with everything. After all, here I was, married to the girl of my dreams and basically being emo about it. Sure, Bella had a sketchy past. I laughed at that briefly, since sketchy hardly began to describe her past, which caused Bella to look up from the box she was packing.
"Everything okay?" she questioned as I nodded my head, unwilling to share with her my thoughts. I had offered to help her pack, but she insisted that since she would probably end up purging, throwing out or giving away most of her things, she wanted to get it done herself.
"I'm good. Are you sure you don't need any help? I could maybe start in the bedroom or something."
"You just want to start going through my lingerie drawer, don't you?" Bella asked with a smirk, and I began to blush because honestly the thought hadn't crossed my mind. "Oh I was kidding, Edward."
"I know."
"You need to stop being so..."
"So what?"
"So much of a prude," she stated firmly as she finished a box and closed it, marking it with 'charity' on the top. I guess that one wasn't headed back to Forks either. Hell, after two days of packing, not much was heading home with us.
"I'm not a prude."
"Oh my god, you so are. I remember in high school when you were kinda insatiable. You wanted to do it all the time. We humped like bunnies, and now..."
"Now I have to deal with my wife being a porn star."
"Soon to be former porn star, thank you very much."
"Cause that makes it all better and erases the past?"
"If only," Bella replied forlornly as she headed into the kitchen and called for me to join her. "If you really want to help, and still refuse to have sex with me because believe me, it would help my stress levels right now, you can pack the cupboards." I stilled, my mouth hanging wide open as Bella just grinned at me. "One day, and fuck I hope it's soon, you will get over this thing you have about my past. And when you do...look out."
"What is that supposed to mean?" I was confused. Was she talking about sex? Was she talking about our relationship? What the heck?
"How about I just leave it to your imagination, Edward," she finished as she strolled out of the room, stripping her shirt off in the process. "I think I'm going to take a shower. I'm all...hot."
She shut the bathroom door soundly behind her, the lock clicking audibly, as I stood in the kitchen frozen in place. I knew Bella wanted me, that was clear as day, because she had been flirting with me constantly since we came back from Vegas. Emmett called me an idiot for not pursuing her more and Rosalie joined in his sentiment. However, as much as I desperately wanted to have sex with Bella, I wanted to be in a place to not regret it the moment we were done.
She had admitted to me the day before that she wanted it all with me, and though my heart at soared at the time, my gut had sank, wondering when I would be able to give her that, if ever.
I began my usual chant of 'Nancy Grace' as Bella finished her shower and when she came out, I took my turn. After all, she had an appointment in two hours at the Eclipse offices and there was no way I was allowing her to go alone. We were meeting Emmett and Rosalie at a coffee shop down the street from the office, and then heading in together to show a united front. Even though Bella insisted we would be pissing James off further, Emmett wouldn't budge. He was confident about the meeting. Me...not so much.
When we finally walked into the Eclipse offices just before 1pm on Tuesday, Alice was sitting outside James' office door waiting for us.
"What took you guys so long to get here?"
"The meeting starts at one, we're early as far as I know," Bella stated as Alice tapped her foot impatiently and her eyes flitted between all four of us. She clearly wasn't pleased Emmett and I had joined the girls.
"James has been a complete asshole all morning, so be prepared. I was hoping you would get here early so I could give you a heads up."
"Well, there ya go, you just did it," Bella answered as I looked over at Emmett who was humming some unknown tune. Even Alice looked a little frustrated with him for seemingly ignoring her warning, but Emmett didn't seem bothered.
"Do you think I could release a comedy album with songs all about pussy?" he asked, his voice sounding very serious. "You know, take popular songs and rewrite them to be about pussy. Big stars do it all the time, like they take a song and remix it with theirs. I'll just re-write the lyrics to be about the poonani."
"No...just don't," Alice said firmly. "For the love of god, go back to Forks and design houses and fishing shacks. No recording career."
"Oh come on... I could see it now...maybe instead of Sweet Child o' Mine I sing 'Sweet Bearded Clam' or something like that. Or, I could just remake 'Winona's Big Brown Beaver'. I always liked that song."
"What in the fuck are you going on about?" I asked as Emmett suddenly broke into a huge laugh. Seriously, I was five seconds away from having the idiot committed to a mental hospital.
"I'm trying to break up the tension between you guys. I know this is a very stressful situation, but you can't sit here and fret about what the hell James might or might not do. Have a little faith in my plan."
"What plan, Em?" I asked, my curiosity piqued as he threw his arm over Rosalie's shoulder and grinned smugly at me, just as James threw the door to his office open and glared at us.
"I don't recall inviting the rest of you to this meeting," James said pointedly as he looked between Emmett and I. "Bree and Roslyn, in my office now." Bella went to make a move forward, but I gripped her hand in mine, trying to offer support, as Emmett spoke up.
"No, I don't think that will be happening. If Bree and Roslyn go in there, we go in too," he explained calmly, motioning to himself and I.
"I don't know who the fuck you think you are, but you don't come into my office and order me around. I only need to speak with my girls, not with you dipshit," James spat out forcefully as he stood a little taller, trying to make himself look bigger than Emmett, which was virtually impossible.
"My name is Emmett McCarty and I'm your worst nightmare, now let us the fuck in your office or we will have this argument out here, for all your employees to see and hear, and I promise you, it won't be fucking pretty."
My eyes were wide with shock as James suddenly turned back into his office, the fury rolling off of him in waves, as we all followed suit. Bella closed the door behind her, and when she went to take a seat, Emmett stopped her, letting her know we wouldn't be staying long. What the hell did this guy have up his sleeve?
"Why don't you say your piece first, Bella and we'll go from there," Emmett advised as she nodded her head and threaded her fingers through mine, squeezing tightly.
"I want out of my contract, but I think you probably already know that," Bella stated, her voice a bit shaky as she continued on. "My contract states that it is considered null and void if I get pregnant or married..."
"No...no, no, no," James began chanting as he looked at her with such a passionate anger I was ready to jump forward and punch him in the throat. "That's not what the contract says. It never says that."
"Well, my contract doesn't say that," Rose piped up. "But we think you put that in Bella's contract as a way to eventually get her to settle down with you, but you forgot to add your own name in there. You wanted to marry or knock her up...right?"
James said nothing, but his silence was proof that what we had assumed was correct. "I got married a few days ago and I expect you to hold up your end of the contract and let me go. We've had a lawyer go through the contract thoroughly and there is no reason you should keep me."
"No reason to keep you? Who the fuck are you kidding, Bree?"
"Stop calling me that. My name is Bella. Bree is dead as far as I am concerned," she snapped and I didn't hide the huge smile on my face. I was proud of her for standing up to him, even though I knew she was scared.
"Bree, don't you get it? You can try and get out of your contract all you want, but the fact of the matter is, you are a popular and marketable star. People know you as Bree, not Bella. You can walk down any street in any town in this country and men will do a double take because they've seen you before, but can't place it. Eventually it will hit them and they will either go home and fuck their wives thinking about you and your perfect body, or they will jerk off to you. It's plain and simple. You will never fully get out of the business."
"That might be the case, but I just want to be the fuck away from you."
"Well, that won't happen. You're my biggest star, baby." James suddenly stood from his seat and came around his desk to wrap his arm around Bella's shoulder, her hand dropping from mine out of fear. I reached back out and took her hand, refusing to let her separate us when she clearly needed comfort from me. However, the scene of him touching Bella made me somewhat ragey. I had images of ripping his head off in my mind. "You're not going anywhere, Bree, and I don't appreciate you trying to manipulate me into letting you out of your contract."
In a flash, James was gone from Bella's side and his face was mashed down on its side against his desk as Emmett forced James' hand behind his back. "Listen to me, dickweed. This isn't negotiable. You will let both Bella and Rosalie out of their contracts right now."
"Or what? You'll break my arm? It can be fixed, asshole."
"How about if I tell everyone that Rosalie here was doing porn underage," Emmett growled at him. "How she was just seventeen years old when she did her first movie for you and you faked her documents? I bet you wouldn't like that too much, would you?"
"You wouldn't."
"Oh, you'd be surprised the lengths we would go to."
"Fuck you."
"Awww...James, I think you should play nice, since it's now clear we have the upper hand," Emmett drawled as I looked at Bella and both of us were shocked. When I looked at Rosalie, she simply looked proud and a little turned on by Emmett's display. How had Rosalie gotten mixed up into this world to begin with, especially at seventeen?
"What do you want?"
"Well, in exchange for my silence regarding Rosalie's true age, you will give me all the copies of Bella and Rosalie's contracts that exist. They will be destroyed and you will sign a document that says you won't promote either girl, make any comments and basically leave them the fuck alone for the rest of their lives." Emmett suddenly pulled an envelope out of his back pocket and I was shocked to see he had documents drawn up. "You got it, ass munch?"
"Yeah, I fucking got it," James cursed through clenched teeth as Emmett released his grip on him and James stood up, looking between all of us angrily. Emmett pushed the documents down on the desk and we all watched with baited breath as James signed them.
"Now...those contracts. Give them up."
My anxiety increased tenfold as James went into the safe behind his desk and unlocked it, pulling out a folder full of contracts. He flipped through the pages and threw out two sets, one for Rosalie and one for Bella. Both women grabbed at them and let out huge sighs of relief when they had them in their hands.
"Is that all of them?" I questioned as James nodded his head Emmett suddenly wrapped his arm around James' shoulder and began to give him a noogie.
"See, was that so bad, James?" Emmett asked before he reached his free arm back and punched James in the stomach. "Don't fucking come near either of these girls again. In fact, if I hear you are within a hundred miles of either of them, don't think I won't come and fuck your shit up."
Emmett let him go, pushing James to the ground in the process, before he grabbed Rosalie's hand and pulled her out of the room. "Let's go, sweet cheeks. We have to finish packing."
"I think you are always packing," Rosalie remarked, trying to whisper, but Bella and I both heard her and laughed.
When we walked out of the office, Alice was pacing the lobby impatiently, wondering what was going on. "Come out with it...is it all good?"
"It's all good," Bella said with a big sigh as Alice pulled both girls into a huge bear hug.
"It's about fucking time," Alice said with relief clear in her voice. "Now, it's my turn. Jasper got a job writing for TV out in New York and I'm going with him. I doubt James will care about me now," Alice laughed happily before hugging the girls again.
The girls all made plans to get together before Rosalie and Bella left town, Emmett insisted we wait around until Alice finished her meeting, which was very brief as James fired her on the spot anyways. We all left the building feeling like a massive weight had been lifted off our shoulders, except I knew what was weighing Bella down.
What the hell were we going to do about our marriage and Charlie?
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