So very sorry that this has taken so long to reach you. I'm not going to make excuses and go into lengthy explanations as to why we haven't updated in so long. Instead I'm going to cut straight to the chase and thank you all for reading and reviewing our little fic. Thanks to Artemis Leaena for the rec. If you're not reading her fic Birthdays, Bars, & Bathrooms then go do so right now. Well, after you've read this chapter of course, lol. It's got one of the best and hottest opening chapters I've ever read and I guarantee you'll be panting for more of this fantastic fic.

We don't own Twilight but I do own a copy of WFE on DVD, which wmr is extremely jealous of (I'm not sure 'extremely' is a strong enough word! ~wmr1601). Lol I knew living in the UK would pay off one day.

Check out the A/N at the end for some more news. But for now over to Edward and his boys night out.

Bakergirl24, this ones for you honey, you'll know why ;P

Chapter 21 : No Apologies

EPOV

"Jesus Christ!" I exclaimed as my eyes raked the letter that was clutched tightly in my right hand. My left hand swept up into my hair, clutching and tugging sharply on the messy strands as I crumpled the paper into a ball and hurdled it toward the waste paper basket in the lounge and hollered in frustration. "Fucking asshole!"

The nerve of Carlisle Cullen never ceased to fucking amaze me. Not only had the man declared his disapproval of my relationship with Bella and questioned my motives, but now he expected me to just fucking forget about it without a word of God damn apology. Yeah right, like that's gonna frickin' happen! If he thinks for one second I'm going to ignore what he said to me - in front of Bella - and claim my trust fund like a good little boy, well, he's got another fucking thing coming. You'd think he'd at least have the decency to apologize; but no. Not him. It wasn't his style. Carlisle Cullen never said 'sorry' because that would mean he had been wrong in the first place. And God-fucking-forbid that he was ever wrong.

I marveled at the sheer audacity of the man as I stalked angrily into the lounge and picked my cigarettes up off the coffee table. I paced the floor from my piano to the couch repeatedly as I lit one and tossed the packet back onto the table. I sighed loudly as I exhaled a cloud of smoke and wondered why I ever expected him to behave any differently. Nothing I'd done had ever been fucking good enough for my father, and it was about time I faced the fact that it never friggin' would be.

It was blatantly obvious the man would never change, and neither would his opinion of me. I was doomed to forever be a screw up, an embarrassment, a medical school drop out who apparently was shallow and heartless enough to string a woman along just to get his greedy hands on a million dollar trust fund. In his eyes I was an unscrupulous, womanizing, man-whore and that's all I'd ever be. Well, fuck him. Who gives a shit what Carlisle Cullen thinks anyway?

Evidently I did.

"Not any fucking more, I don't," I declared loudly as I ceased my pacing and flopped onto the couch leaning forward to grind my cigarette butt into the empty ashtray. I'm done trying to please him. Once and for fucking all! I'm not going to let him ruin this for me. For the first time in my life I'm fucking happy, really and truly happy. Not just okay; over the frickin' moon happy and content with my life. And if he can't see that and realize that I've changed then, well, that's tough fucking shit. I'm not any of the things he thinks I am and I don't need his fucking approval to validate my existence. Not anymore. I've got my Bella and she's all that matters. As long as she knows the real me, and accepts me for who I am, I couldn't care less what that condescending prick thinks.

With my mind firmly made up, I got up off the couch and made my way over to the waste paper basket, picked up the solicitor's letter and tossed it in. There was no way in hell I was going to make an appointment to have my trust fund released and transferred into my bank account. It would be like admitting Carlisle was right all along, and I simply wouldn't give him the satisfaction of thinking that for a second. If he couldn't bring himself to apologize and admit he was wrong then there was no way I was touching a God damn penny of that money. Resolution made, I turned and headed for the bedroom to get ready for my night out.

I'd showered, dressed in a pair of black jeans, and was just pulling on my favorite dark gray button down shirt when Bella burst through the door of my apartment like a whirlwind.

"E, baby, I hope you're done with the bathroom because I have to be ready to leave in thirty minutes or Alice will tan my ass," she called as she made her way through the lounge and into the bedroom. I chuckled to myself at her nickname for me, which she'd picked up off Alice. Normally, I hated having my name shortened, and it drove me crazy that Alice insisted on calling me E, but when Bella said it I didn't mind. In fact, I kind of liked it, especially when she teamed it with baby. Jeez, Cullen, you're such a pussy. I rolled my eyes at myself and began rolling up my shirt sleeves.

"Yep, I'm all done. I showered early knowing you'd be in a rush," I answered with a smile as she came toward me and leaned in for a quick kiss.

"Mmm, you smell good," she whispered as her lips brushed mine gently and her arms wound their way around my neck, her hands going straight up into my hair.

"Thanks, you taste good. Fucking delicious in fact," I replied before capturing her lips fully and deepening the kiss. I wrapped my arms around her and pulled her flush against body. All my earlier anger and frustration at Carlisle and his non-apology were completely forgotten as I held her in my arms and felt the tension seep out of my body for the first time since I opened that damn letter. This was all I cared about, this beautiful woman in my arms. As long as she was happy then all was right with my world.

"Edward," she sighed, breaking the kiss and reluctantly pulling from my embrace, "I've got to hurry."

"Yep, you better move your ass, B, before Alice comes after you. Her slaps sting like fuck. And we wouldn't want your beautiful ass all red, now would we?"

"Nope, we sure wouldn't." Bella giggled as she turned to head for the bathroom.

"Besides, if anyone's gonna tan that sexy ass of yours," I said giving her behind a playful but firm whack as she walked away, "it's gonna be me!"

Bella squealed in surprise and ran into the bathroom quickly closing the door behind her.

I finished getting dressed and went into the kitchen to reheat the leftover pizza from last night. I was sitting on a bar stool tucking into my food when Bella appeared twenty minutes later looking as sexy as hell in a pair of skinny jeans and small blue clingy top. Her hair was loose, chestnut curls cascading down her back and framing her beautiful face. "Down boy," I mumbled around a mouthful of pizza, not so discreetly adjusting my ever eager and rapidly hardening cock.

"I take it you approve?" Bella asked, blushing and giggling at my predicament as she eyed the very obvious bulge in my pants.

"Fuck, yes, baby. You look hot." Bella came over to the counter and I opened my legs, pulling her to stand between my knees. I picked up a slice of pizza and held it out to her. "Here you go."

"I don't have time to eat. I've got to run; Emmett will be here to pick us up in a few minutes. And you know how impatient he and Alice are."

"Yes I do, but you need to eat something. You can't go out drinking on an empty stomach, Bella."

"I'll be okay, Edward. I had a very late lunch and I can always grab a burger or something at the club. Rose says that the food there is really good."

I raised a skeptical eyebrow at her. "Humor me please, sweetheart," I said holding the slice of pizza up to her lips. "I'd feel much better if I know you've eaten something. You don't want to be throwing up all night and ruining your night out by getting too drunk. Besides I know what you get like when you're drunk. We can't have you molesting every guy in the place, can we, Frisky?"

Bella's jaw dropped open in shock at my words and I took advantage of the opportunity to shove the slice of pizza between her lips. She glared at me ruefully and took a bite. I grinned up at her innocently as she chewed and shook her head at me.

"First of all," she said, once she'd swallowed the food, "I'm a big girl and know when I need to eat. And secondly, the only man I'll be molesting tonight..." she grabbed the open collar of my shirt and pulled me roughly toward her "...is you when I get home." With that stated, she crashed her lips to mine, thrust her tongue hungrily into my mouth and kissed me passionately.

"You promise?" I panted eagerly when she broke the kiss, silently wishing it was time for her to get home already.

"You can count on it, handsome," she assured me before taking another quick bite of the pizza I was still holding and planting a quick peck on my swollen lips.

"I'm gonna hold you to that, baby," I called after her as she headed for the door. "Have a great time, sweetheart, and be safe."

"I will, and you, too." She stepped out into the hallway and started to close the door. "Oh and E, baby," she said her head poking back through the semi-open doorway, "thanks for caring about me."

"No problem," I hollered as she closed the door, then added to myself, "like I have a choice, baby." And I knew I didn't; I cared deeply about Bella Swan and I was just beginning to realize exactly how much.

-x-

Less than an hour later, Emmett and I sauntered through the door of Riley's and headed for the pool tables in the back. Jasper was there waiting for us, a game already racked and a round of beers sitting on the table. "About fucking time," he called to us, getting up from the bench seat he'd been lounging on and grabbing one of the cues that were leaning against the table. "I had to fight a group of college boys to keep this table. What's up? Did you have to wait for Edward to do his hair again?"

"Fuck you, Whitlock," I replied, jabbing him playfully in the ribs. "You couldn't fight your way out of a paper bag"

"Is that right, Cullen?" Jazz quickly elbowed me in the gut and grabbed me in a head lock. "I can take your ass any day."

"Not before I kick yours," I growled, wriggling out of his grasp and twisting his arm up behind his back.

"Will you two pussies behave and keep what you what to do to each other's asses private please?" Emmett grabbed us both by our ears and twisted. I quickly let go of Jazz and pushed him away from me before Em could pull us apart. "Okay, ladies," Emmett chuckled, giving one final twist to both our ears before letting go. "Now unless you two need to go fix your make up, let's shoot some pool. There's beer to be drunk and money to be won. And I'm thirsty and feeling lucky."

"You're always thirsty, but rarely lucky Em. You really think you're gonna beat either of us this time? You know you're going home broke like you always do. Don't worry; I'll buy you a beer out of my winnings when I thrash Edward." Jazz walked over to the pool table, rubbing his red right ear, and removed the rack from around the balls.

"You fucking wish, Whitlock. I'm gonna make me some room in my wallet for your pay check, my friend," I joked as I took a swig of my beer and grabbed a cue. "I'll even let you break, give you a fighting chance."

"Still as cocky as ever I see, little bro. Well, that'll change when I send you back to Bella with a capital L for loser tattooed across your pretty face."

"In your dreams, Em, in your dreams." I smirked at him and watched as Jazz smacked the cue ball hard and battle commenced.

The friendly banter continued and the beer flowed as we played five games of winner stays on for twenty bucks a game before we called it quits. Or should I say Emmett lost sixty bucks and declared himself out of funds for gambling with. I'd won the most money, having only lost one game to Jasper, so it was me who was buying the beers and shots for the next few rounds.

I slid into the booth next to Jazz when I returned from the bar with a tray laden with alcohol. We chatted and bantered good naturedly with each other just like old times. It had really been too long since I'd been out with these two, and I suddenly realized how much I'd missed my big brother. If there was one good thing to come out of my disastrous birthday dinner it was us reconciling our differences.

The time flew by, and before we knew it the place was packed and the group that was playing were starting their second set. Jazz had been a little quiet for the past half hour, and I wondered if there was something bothering him. I didn't worry too much though, as I knew if there was anything on his mind, he'd tell me about it when he was ready to. It was just the way he was, and asking him what was wrong before he wanted to talk about it wouldn't do me any good. He'd just shrug and grin like a moron and tell me everything was "Fine and dandy" in that annoyingly exaggerated southern drawl he used when he wanted to convince me of something. Still, the thoughtful expression on his face and his fidgeting had me considering saying something to him anyway. I was just about to ask if he was okay when Emmett suggested it was time to leave and go find our girls.

"Er, I'm not sure that's such a good idea, Em. I don't want Bella thinking I'm checking up on her."

"Oh, come on, Edward. Bella won't mind you turning up at the club and you can always blame it on me," Emmett cajoled.

"I'm serious, Em. It's the first time she's gone out without me since we started dating, and she even asked my permission to go in the first place. Can you believe that shit? I don't want her thinking I don't trust her or that she can't go out and have fun without me."

"Listen, Edward. I'll explain things to Bella. You know I've got to go to check on Rosie. You know full well how she gets when she's had a few to drink and I don't want to have to bail her out again tonight." I knew exactly how Rosalie got when she'd had a drink; I'd had to bail her out myself once after she decked some guy in a club who'd started grinding against her on the dance floor. Hell, she'd broken Emmett's nose the first night they'd met because he'd pinched her ass. Needless to say, Emmett didn't hold it against her - and insisted on chasing after her for months until she'd agreed to go out on a date with him - declaring that he loved a woman with spunk.

"Alright," I sighed. "But we keep an eye on them from a safe distance. I don't want Bella to even know I'm there, got it? And if we do get spotted it was all your idea. I mean it Em, low profile, okay?"

"Deal," Emmett responded, getting out of his seat and quickly draining an almost full bottle of beer. "Low profile, no problem. Grab a cab and I'll meet you out front. I'm just gonna remind Felix that I'll pick the SUV up in the morning. You're sure she'll be safe out the back here over night?"

"Relax Em, it'll be fine. Edward's left his car here loads of times," Jazz answered patting him reassuringly on his shoulder. "And nothing's ever happened to it."

"I'm not surprised. Who would want to steal a fucking Volvo? You don't get many soccer moms out jacking cars."

"Ha fucking ha," I replied, scooped up my jacket, and headed for the exit.

-x-

Karaoke was in full swing, and some blonde was on stage murdering Madonna's Material Girl as we made our way through the crowded club to the bar. Emmett ordered the drinks while Jazz went to see if he could spot the girls. When he returned, he informed us they had taken up residence in a booth on the other side of the dance floor. We grabbed our beers and were about to head off and find a vantage point where we could keep an eye on Rose without being spotted when a familiar voice filtered out of the sound system.

My eyes nearly popped out of my head when I turned and saw Bella up on stage with my sister. Holy fuck! I couldn't believe what I was seeing as I watched my girl grinding up against Alice and singing her sexy little heart out. Bella's body wiggled in time to the music and she fucking purred into the microphone in a sultry, sexy voice that made my cock throb and my mouth go dry. I almost came on the spot when she held her hair up before letting it drop as she shimmied all the way to the floor and back up again singing "Man, I feel like a woman."

"Fucking hell, Edward. Bella's got some hot moves, bro," Emmett said from beside me. "Whitlock, shut your mouth, dude, that's my sister and his girlfriend you're ogling."

"Yeah, eyes elsewhere Jazz," I practically fucking growled.

"You might want to tell that to those guys too, Edward." Jasper pointed to a group of guys by the bar who were eye fucking the girls like they were starving dogs and Alice and Bella were rump steak. Not that I could really blame them. That was one sexy show those two were putting on.

I made my way closer to the stage as the girls neared the end of their song. Jazz and Em trailed through the crowd with me. "What happened to keeping your distance, Edward?" Emmett yelled over the music.

"Fuck that, I'm going to claim my girl before one of these fuck wits gets any ideas." I continued to push my way to the front of the stage, eyes transfixed on Bella. She looked fucking amazing up there. So sexy and confident and obviously having a wail of a time. I was so fucking proud of her and had to tell her how great she looked. How fucking beautiful she was.

Just as I reached the steps at the side of the stage, Alice came bounding down them and ran over to Em and Jazz. Bella stumbled her way down the stairs and crashed right into my chest. "Sorry, sorry," she mumbled into the front of my shirt and then gasped "Oh" as I snaked my arms around her waist and pulled her tight against my body.

"You were so sexy up there," I said, and Bella gasped again, obviously recognizing my voice. She lifted her chin from my chest and gazed up into my eyes. I stared into her chocolate pools which were twinkling and sparkling with happiness and surprise.

"Really?" she asked, wide-eyed and slightly breathless, her voice barely a whisper.

"Fuck, yes," I practically growled. "I'm so friggin' glad that Em wanted to come and keep an eye on Rose. God knows how many guys would have been trying to chat you up after that performance. Come dance with me. I want every fucker in this place to know you're my girl."

"Okay," she replied simply, her eyes still locked on mine as I pulled her onto the dance the floor.

She leaned into my body and I smiled down at her as the sound of Steven Tyler's voice filled the club.

I kept the right ones out

And let the wrong ones in

Had an angel of mercy to see me through all my sins

There were times in my life

When I was goin' insane

Tryin' to walk through the pain

When I lost my grip

And I hit the floor

Yeah, I thought I could leave, but couldn't get out the door

I was so sick and tired of living a lie

I was wishin' that I would die

I held Bella tightly in my arms, our bodies swaying in time to the classic Aerosmith track. I lost myself in the lyrics as Bella turned her head and pressed her cheek tightly against my chest. I dropped my face into her hair and breathed in her mouth watering scent.

It's amazing

With the blink of an eye, you finally see the light

It's amazing

When the moment arrives that you know you'll be alright

It's amazing

And I'm sayin' a prayer for the desperate hearts tonight

The song suited the moment perfectly; the lyrics could have been written about us. It was fucking amazing; in the blink of an eye I'd seen the light and stopped acting like an arrogant asshole and had allowed someone in. I'd taken a chance and dropped the façade; left my lonely, miserable existence behind me. And I didn't regret it for a second. It was truly fucking amazing. She was amazing.

As the song came to a close, I pulled back tilting Bella's face up to mine. "You're fucking amazing baby," I whispered against her lips as I captured her mouth in a tender kiss.

We stared into each other's eyes, lost in the moment, caught in our own little bubble. Bella opened her mouth to speak just as Alice bounded up to us and declared that I had to give Bella back before Leah blew a gasket.

I released her from my arms and allowed Alice to pull a reluctant Bella away from me. Bella grabbed my hand and immediately protested. "Hang on a second, Alice. I'm dancing with my handsome boyfriend, and I'm not coming back without him."

"Okay, but it's on your head. Leah's not impressed that the guys are here. Emmett and Jazz are explaining why they're here to her now."

Alice dragged us both off the dance floor and over to the girls' table. "You're not staying," Leah declared resolutely to Emmett as we approached. "This is a girls' night out, and you three are definitely not female."

"How about if we pay for all your drinks for the rest of the evening and sit at the bar over there," Emmett suggested, pointing across the dance floor to where there were several empty bar stools. "You won't even know we're here. Right, Edward?"

"Absolutely," I replied flashing her my best crooked smile. "We're not here to spoil your fun, honestly. In fact we'll agree to anything if you just let us stay and keep an eye on Rose."

Leah thought for a moment before responding. "You'll buy the drinks, sit over there, and agree to anything we want?"

"Yes," all three of us guys replied nodding our heads.

"Oh, well, in that case. Let's have a little fun with them, shall we girls?" Leah turned to the group of women with an evil glint in her eye. "There's only one thing to do with three hunky guys like these. Body shots!"

Leah yelled the last part and the girls screamed their approval. "Hell, no," Bella replied adamantly. "No one's licking anything off this body." She wrapped her arms around me protectively and glared at Leah.

"Oh, yes they are, Swan." Leah returned Bella's glare full force, her hands perched defiantly on her hips. "You are!"

"Relax, Bella, no one will touch Eddie's goodies, or my Emmie's, but us," Rosalie reassured her. "Come on, it'll be fun."

"Yeah, do it, Bella. You were awesome at body shots back in college," Emily announced excitedly.

Bella looked around at her friends and bit her lip before looking up at me questioningly. I smiled at her and winked, silently letting her know that if she wanted to do this I was game. "Oh, what the hell, I'm in," Bella declared to the group of excited girls. "I'll never hear the end of it if I don't."

"Jasper, get the shots in. Girls, get your men shirtless," Leah ordered.

Bella turned to me and kissed my lips softly before slowly unbuttoning my shirt. Rosalie on the other hand screamed "Fuck, yes," and lunged at Emmett tearing his shirt open, sending buttons flying in all directions.

"Steady on, Rosie." Emmett chuckled as Rose pulled his arms free and pushed him back onto one side of the bench seat of the booth.

Bella led me to the other side of the booth and pushed down gently on my shoulders. I allowed her to seat me on the bench, the table on my left hand side and the expanse of seating behind me. Bella crouched down between my legs and slowly slipped my shirt from my shoulders. Once the shirt was removed she carefully folded it up and pushed me back, quickly straddling my hips and placing the shirt behind my head. Jazz returned with a tray of tequila filled shot glasses, lemon and lime wedges, and a salt shaker.

"Are you sure about this, baby?" I asked, not wanting my girl to get bullied into anything by the others. Her eyes locked with mine for a second before roaming hungrily across my chest.

"Hell, yes," she practically moaned and licked her lips. Fuck me. That was hot.

Without another moment's hesitation, Bella bent her head and licked a scorching trail up the center of my torso then quickly grabbed the salt and drizzled it along the wet patch she'd just created. She placed a lime wedge in her mouth and leaned forward again, pressing it rind first against my lips. I obediently parted them for her and took the wedge from between her lips, gripping it gently between my teeth. "Lift your head a little for me, baby," Bella instructed. I again complied, feeling my cock harden as she shifted her body a little when she reached for a shot glass. Bella carefully poured the liquid into the hollow at the base of my throat and stared lustfully into my eyes.

The girls chanted "Go, Bella, go Bella," as she dipped her head and licked the salt from my chest. Her hot little tongued blazed a trail of fire up my bare torso from my navel to my throat, where she greedily slurped up the alcohol and feasted on my flesh making sure she sucked up every last drop of the fiery liquid. Her tongue then continued on its journey up over my Adam's apple, slithering its way up to my chin. She nipped playfully at my jaw before crashing her lips to mine and sucking fiercely on the lime wedge.

Holy fuck! I involuntarily thrust my hips against her as my hands grabbed her ass, holding her firmly in place. Bella pulled her lips from mine and I turned and spat the wedge out of my mouth before crashing my lips back up to hers. I kissed her forcefully and plunged my tongue into her mouth, tasting the fiery burn of the tequila on her tongue.

All coherent thought had left my brain the moment her tongued had danced its way up my chest, and it took a minute before I remembered where we were and reluctantly broke the kiss. "Fuck," I panted as Bella giggled and, pulling me with her, sat back up still straddling my hips.

"You liked?" Bella asked raising one eyebrow at me provocatively.

"Oh, I liked, baby, that's for sure. Only problem is, now I'm going to have to hunt down every guy you did that to in college and kill them."

"Oh, Edward, don't be silly. You're the only one I ever enjoyed doing it to, and if you're good, I'll do it again when we get home." With that she planted a quick kiss on my lips and climbed off my lap. I grabbed my shirt from behind me and using it cover the tent I was pitching, declared I needed to go for a smoke after that. I rose from the booth and made my way outside to get some air, leaving a rather flushed looking Bella laughing her ass off behind me.

I pushed open the doors that led to a narrow alleyway at the back of the club. It was one of three smoking areas and had no access to the street. It wasn't used as much as the other two areas because it had no canopy, therefore it was a great place to grab a quiet smoke or to bring a girl for a little privacy - unless it was raining, of course. I leaned against the wall at the side of the door and pulled my cigarettes from my jacket pocket. I was about to light up when I heard Jasper's voice coming from a little farther down the alley. I could just make out Jazz's tall frame in the dim light hovering over a smaller figure in a doorway.

"Just wait 'til I get you home, baby," Jazz drawled in his southern accent, obviously putting the moves on some woman. The sly fucker, not only had he managed to escape the body shot torture, but he'd also managed to find himself some company for the evening. Jeez he was quick, I hadn't even noticed his absence from the group. Then again, I was somewhat distracted at the time.

"Is that a threat or a promise?" a tinkling female voice replied.

Just a fucking minute. I recognize that voice. Alice?

Just then the unmistakable sound of my sister's giggle filled the air.

That fucker's putting the moves on my fucking baby sister.

I pushed off the wall and launched my body down that alley, intent on ripping Jasper fucking Whitlock to pieces.

As I reached the doorway, I grabbed Jasper by the scruff of the neck and flung him against the opposite wall, quickly pinning him by the throat with my left arm. Alice screamed as I pulled back my fist and thrust it as hard as I could, aiming for the traitorous fuckers nose. Fortunately for Jazz, he somehow manage to turn his face to the side and my blow glanced off his cheekbone.

"You fucker," I screamed in his face, pulling my fist back for another shot just as Alice grabbed a hold of my bicep, digging her nails deep into my flesh and begging me to stop. "That's my baby sister you're fucking with, you asshole." I tried to shake Alice loose, but she clung on to my arm for dear life.

"Don't you dare hit him again, Edward Cullen, or I'll never speak to you as long as I live."

"Edward, it's not what you think. Let me explain please," Jasper begged, his voice a strangled rasp from the pressure I was exerting on his throat.

"Explain? What is there to fucking explain, you piece of shit? I fucking heard you putting the moves on her," I spat, still trying to get my arm free of Alice's freakishly strong grip. "My fucking sister, Jazz. I friggin' warned you not to fuck around with my sister."

"I'm not fucking around with her, Edward. Honestly. This isn't what it looks like. She's my girlfriend, dude."

Hold up a fucking minute. What did that slime ball say?

"What the fuck?" I yelled, looking from him to my sister in confusion.

"Listen to him please, Edward, he's telling the truth."

"What the hell?" Bella shouted as she came running down the alley and stopped next to Alice. "Edward, what's going on?"

"She's my girlfriend," Jasper repeated. "I wouldn't fuck around with your sister, Edward." I dropped my fist as his words registered and released my grip on his throat. My eyes immediately flashed to Alice, who was still holding onto my arm tightly, unsure of whether I was done punching Jazz or if I was bluffing. "I wouldn't do that to you or her. I fucking love her dude."

"You what?" I snapped.

"You do?" Alice asked, releasing her grip on my arm and stepping in between me and Jasper.

"Yeah, Alice, I do." Alice pushed my arm, which was still pinning Jasper to the wall, forcefully out of the way and wrapped her arms around his neck.

"I love you too, Jazz," she whispered as I stood there watching the two of them in utter fucking amazement.

"Will someone tell me what the bloody hell is going on?" Bella asked as she moved to my side and slipped her arm around my waist.

I looked down at my girl and shrugged. "I was just about to ask the exact same fucking question. From the looks of things, Jazz has been fucking my sister, and neither of them had the decency to tell me."

All of a sudden things started to make sense. Jasper's absences and vague excuses. Alice not calling me and always being too busy for lunch and acting distant. It was blatantly fucking obvious that these two had been sneaking around for weeks. My best friend and my baby fucking sister. The two people I'd always trusted most in this world had been fucking lying to me for weeks.

I had nothing to say to them; hell, right now I didn't even fucking want to see either of them.

"I'm sorry, Edward. We should have told you. We wanted to tell you but just never found the right moment." Alice's apology, while sincere, was a bit fucking late and I didn't want to hear her excuses.

"Yeah, you should have, but you didn't say a fucking word, either of you." I shook my head at them and turned to leave. "Come on, baby, let's go home."

I pulled Bella into my arms and walked back into the club, ignoring Alice's pleas for me to wait and sobbed apologies.

A/N

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