Uh-oh, I feel trouble brewing. Or is that my naughty mind ruining everything?
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I grin and close the door softly, stalking towards the island, pouring myself some OJ.
Can't beat some nutrition in the morning. Or some shit.
That's what mother dearest used to tell me.
The morning passes slow and it's filled with rambling over the phone with my brother, Aro, three sports games on the pre-paid Sports channel my room provided and an hour of reading the most recent James Patterson novel.
Yeah, it sucked.
I missed Bree.
Hell, I'd known her for two days, dammit! Why was this girl - woman, I corrected myself with a mental grin - affecting me so drastically?
The phone rings and my heart picks up slightly. Maybe it's her.
Fuck. I need to get a grip.
UNKNOWN CALLER, the screen flashes. I frown.
"Hello?" I ask as I answer the phone.
"Edward." The familiar sickly sweet voice enters my ear and I wince. Jane.
"What the fuck do you want, Jane? You're not getting any money." I practically growled at my cousin and she laughs lightly over the phone.
"Keep your sexy hair on, Cullen. Just thought you should know Bree," she spat her name venomously. "isn't who you think she is. Real name, Isabella Marie Swan. She's a fraud, honey."
I could hear the smile in her voice.
"How do you know this, bitch?" I growl.
"Oh, Eddie. I've been watching. Uncle James wanted to make sure you were okay and since you got a restraining order on him, well, you see where this is going, right? Good. I've emailed you how I know this. Her details and stuff. Laters!" Her annoyingly chirpy voice finally fades as the line goes cold.
I look down.
She's a fraud.