If Only for One Night

by krazi4TwiSaga

What if by signing away your soul to the devil, you were given a shot at happiness? Would you take it? A lonely and lost young girl far from home with nothing to lose and everything to gain, and a cynical and bitter older man who thought money could, should and would buy him everything. ExB Rated M for later language and lemons. Hurt/Comfort, Angst, Friendship

25. Chapter 25

Chapter 25

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Tucking that thought away to analyze later, I returned my attentions to my brown-eyed beauty. The air between us was thick and pulsating. As a test, I asked in a low, husky tone, "Isabella, what is this?" With a raised brow, I tilted my head toward the amber liquid before me.

"Uh… well... uh... Mr..." Isabella stuttered, turning a bright shade of red from her hairline down to the moderate amount of cleavage that she was showing.

Ahh... my sweet Isabella still doesn't know my name.

Definitely not like these other bitches that could smell a hundred dollar bill from a mile away. Another of my girl´s fine attributes. She wasn't a gold-digger, Isabella could care less about the back stories of her patrons. The girl really was only here to make enough money to survive.

After what seemed like an eternity, but, in reality, was nothing more than a few seconds, I put her out of her misery. "Cullen, Isabella," I smirked, emphasizing her name. "My name is Edward Cullen."

"Oh, yes sir, Mr. Cullen," she said, lowering her eyes to the table and pulling her bottom lip between her teeth nervously. "Well, sir, it´s Thursday, and you always have a Johnny Walker black label, neat on Thursdays."

Fuck, I wanted to be the one sucking on that lip.

I just stared at her in awe. The girl was truly perfect. Looking at her fidget nervously, I could tell that my silence had her second-guessing herself. "You are absolutely right, Beautiful," I said, putting her out of her misery.

In a ballsy move, I release my hold on her wrist and reached up to tuck a piece of her long wavy mahogany locks behind her ear. I was rewarded with a shiver that went straight to my cock. Gently, I took my finger, coaxing her chin up until I could see her soulful, chocolate orbs. "Please don´t hide from me, Isabella," I pleaded softly. "Your eyes are the windows to your beautiful soul, please, love, don´t ever feel you have to hide from me."

After paying for my drink and leaving her with a very hefty tip, I watched my girl float away in a daze for the rest of the night.

Mission accomplished... phase one complete!