Chapter Twenty-Five
Jake watched Bella from the entrance of the hair and make-up trailer. He seemed to be watching Bella an awful lot these days and not in a creepy way. He just thought that she was pretty and so very talented.
He'd been furious with the way Edward had treated her in those first few weeks but he was powerless to do anything to stop him. All he could do was be a comforting shoulder for Bella, someone for her to turn to when she needed to vent.
Bella had taken advantage of his offerings. She'd called him in the night, had lunch with him almost every day and just as Jake had been preparing to ask her out, as his feelings for her had grown, she'd seemed to get closer to Edward. Jake was outraged that she'd let him off the hook so easily. After the way he'd treated her, she should have stayed miles away from him.
Jake had seen them going to each other's hotel rooms and then of course there were the photographs from their night out.
He was certain that Bella hadn't allowed herself to get that drunk.
Edward was behind it, of that Jake was sure.
Spiking her drink, no doubt, until she was so out of it that he could take advantage of her.
Only then, he'd probably spun her some kind of lie so that she would believe whatever he told her and that she would continue to spend her time with him.
His hands clenched into fists as he thought about it and he cursed under his breath about Edward fucking Cullen always stealing his women out from under him.
Edward would pay, Jake decided, and then he'd have Bella all to himself.