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CHAPTER 21: EPOV

Post Home Front Part 2

The Vultures ended up taking about 2 of our men, including the passed out Cullen. Cullen, what a fucking idiot. We were able to get at least the other man back, but we wanted all of our men back. None of us SOBs were going to leave without our last man. However, we still had some spare time in Vegas…

"Oh! Yes! Yes! Faster! Harder! Yes!" the girl I was pounding so hard into in the back of McCarty's car was screaming. She was fucking hot. Fiery red hair, green eyes, and amazing 36C breasts. Truly amazing. She was some exotic dancer that I was able to coerce my dick into. While we're in Vegas, might as well bang someone.

What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.

After a couple of minutes of more pounding into this useless girl, to release all my frustration out on this poor little girl, I closed my eyes and saw this girl.

I'm in an area surrounded by clouds. The ground below me is gone and so is the sky above me. Smoke is the only thing around us.

She is the most beautiful angel walking up to me.

She looks so radiant.

Her long, curly, chestnut, brown locks flying freely through the wind.

Her white corset dress wraps around her every curve and flows beautifully around her.

Her deep chocolate pools of eyes filled with passion and love.

She's walking up to me.

She's calling out my name.

As she walks closer to me, I struggle to see her face, dying to know who this Angel created by God could be.

Closer and closer she gets. I want her to come to me faster, but I want to savor the moments of her coming closer.

She walks up to me and whispers my name with her sweet voice, with her lips just millimeters from my ear. So seductive, but her voice is filled with nothing but love and adoration.

She wraps her hands around my head, tangling her hands with my hair and gently massaging my neck. It feels wonderful.

She gently pulls my face down and goes on her tip toes. To make it easier, I wrap my arms around her thighs and lift her up. She ends up wrapping her shapely legs around my waist.

She presses her lips up against mine with eagerness and excitement. At first I was hesitant. Who was this beautiful woman kissing me? But then her little tongue darted into my mouth, pulling my tongue into hers. She just kept kissing me. Her kisses were different than any other kiss I've ever done. Usually my kisses with other girls are empty and emotionless. However, with this woman, it felt as if I would die without her kisses.

We shared a passionate kiss, full of tongues and our innocent caresses. Her lips kept going out from my mouth to my nose, my cheek, my ear, my neck, and back to my mouth. Wherever she kissed on my skin, I would move my lips into that direction. I couldn't get enough of her. I just wanted to keep kissing her. I wouldn't have traded this beautiful feeling for all the sex in the world.

She takes my earlobe into her mouth and whispers, "I love you, Eddie." Her voice sends shivers and chills up and down my spine. My heart beats frantically against my chest and swells up with her confession of love.

She gently pulls away. I'm blessed to finally see her face.

I see her face…her beautiful…perfect…Holy shit it's Princess Isabella.

I pulled out. The girl, I was pounding so hard into, couldn't even ride out her last oncoming orgasm. "Why are you stopping?" she asked.

It's because I'm seeing Princess Isabella every where I go, even when I'm banging you. "I'm done. You're not needed anymore."

She didn't like that. She sat up to kiss me, trying to convince me otherwise. I pushed her back down. "Aw come on," she cooed, "one more? I'm not quite done with you yet." She traveled her hand down to my dick and fucking little Eddie was betraying me. "You're already hard and ready for me."

"Back off…What's your name?"

"Tiffany," she reminded me.

"Back off Tina. You already served my purpose, now get the hell out."

"You Son of a Bitch."

"That's who I am, don't wear it out."

"Fuck off."

"Gladly."

She violently put her clothes on and went out of the car. Then my cell phone rang. Great. Mom.

I looked at the caller ID. I didn't recognize the number.

"Talk to me."

"Hi Eddie." It was a voice that I haven't heard in over a month. It couldn't be.

"Who are you?"

"Isabella, Isabella Swan. You know, your History partner?" I was right. The girl I wanted to fuck her brains off.

"What the hell do you want, Bella?" I remembered our agreement about nicknames.

"Eddie, where in the world are you?"

"Well, baby, I didn't think you cared."

"Eddie…"

"I'm in France right now looking at the Eiffel Tower. You know, what they say about European women is true: Any woman here is willing to take her clothes off for a man. (A/N: I'M NOT SAYING THAT THIS IS TRUE. PLEASE DO NOT TAKE THAT LAST SENTENCE INTO OFFENSE.) Do you want me to pick you up something special, sugar? A nice little nightie that will only cover 1% of your body for our special night? Or how about a nice little push up bra to push up that tiny chest of yours? Hell, I'll even throw in a thong."

"Okay. I can see that this was a mistake. Whatever. I'll do this project by myself." She hanged up on me sounding angry.

She'll do this project by herself?

She wouldn't purposely make me get a bad grade, would she?

No, she cares too much about school.

But can you take that risk?

There is no risk.

But that is not a "gentleman" thing to do. Remember what your mother always taught you?

Screw that. Look at how you just treated Tracy.

She sounded mad.

So? You like egging her on.

This is part of your responsibility. She is your partner. Remember what Banner said?

Remember what you told McCarty and McClintock? Get into her pants first and then you won't feel so bad. You need to bang her in order to win that bet of yours.

Corvi is just a girl. Working on your project with Bella is time well spent instead of with that piece of slut, Corvi.

But Corvi is amazing in bed.

But Corvi is a slut. She's nothing compared to Bella.

But Bella is nothing but a ditzy cheerleader.

Then why did you just dream of Princess Isabella while your dick was in Tamera?

I sighed, running my hand through my hair, and pinching the bridge of my nose. I gave up. The Angel in me never won…until now.

I decided to call her back…regretfully.

"Eddie?"

"You know you're the only one I'm going to let call me Eddie."

"Eddie, it really is you. What? Didn't finish all your 'I'm going to bang you Princess Isabella' jokes?"

"Bella…"

"Or how about the fact that you hate me, and going down to Vegas is a way to avoid the project. Not only to not do the project, but it's probably also because you don't want to see me too, right?"

"Bella…"

"Oh but who knows? You'll probably figure a way to break up me and Mike. Which knowing an SOB, you'll probably do, right?!"

"You done?"

"Yes," I could hear her huffing over the phone, "now what do you want? And how did you get my number? What are you? Stalking me now? Has the SOB resort to stalking a person now?"

"Bella, you called my cell phone. It's called going through the list of 'Received Calls' and pressing send. I'm not entirely stupid. How did you get my number anyways?"

"Rose and Kate gave it to me. Now what do you want?"

"Why did you call?"

"Call? I called? I don't remember giving you a call."

"Bella…" saying her name is giving sent shivers up my spine…why?

"Eddie," no, don't say my name, I don't want anymore chills, "all the groups were able to turn in their proposal because they've been working on it on the past month. Because you haven't been here this past month, I was able to get Mr. Banner to give us the weekend."

"The weekend? A lot can be done during a weekend…"

"Eddie…" she warned me. Damn it! Those chills... "I need you to help me finish this proposal. We have a month's worth of stuff to make up on."

"Ah, so this is what this is about."

"Yes. Why? You'd think I'd actually call you for a booty call?"

"A man can dream, can't he?"

"Not when he always gets wet dreams."

"That only happens when I'm dreaming of you baby."

"You going to help me with this History project? Or are you going to make me do this all alone?"

"What have you been thinking of?"

"Oh my God, you sound as if you actually care. You're acting as if you want to do your part."

"Okay so time to hang up on Bella: T-minus 5, 4, 3,…"

"The Civil War. I really want to do something with the Civil War, especially with a shoebox diorama."

"Shoebox dioramas are so stupid. So girly."

"Thanks…"

"So, that's it? Just hand in a shoebox and we're done?"

"No. We have to write an essay and do a presentation with a visual aide. I was thinking about doing a poster and a diorama, but that would be too much work. So I'm guessing just doing a poster will be easier."

"Damn straight."

"Okay. Essay and poster it is. We're thinking too ahead of ourselves. Proposal then?"

"Just say we're writing about the Civil War."

"Any specifics?"

"The Civil War is specific. We have a lot of crap to cover. The cause, the consequences, the 2 sides, the slavery, Abe Lincoln and all that shit."

"You know, you almost had me thinking that you're a smart boy…until you said 'and all that shit.'"

"I'm a man, not a boy."

"Whatever. Continue with your idea, you're getting somewhere good. Let me just write this all down."

We spent at least another half hour talking about our project. I can't believe I was actually helping her. I didn't want to help her.

You're not helping her, this is for you too.

But you care about her.

No. This is about passing and graduating.

But you want her to succeed more than you want yourself to succeed, don't you?

"Okay. Wow, we got a lot of things done, considering that we did this over the phone."

"Damn, I just spent almost an hour with a hot chick over the phone, and no phone sex. You don't think…"

"Don't even think about it Eddie." She paused. "Eddie, um, when are you coming home?"

"I don't know. Why?"

"Can you please come home soon? It's not going to be easy doing this project with you in Vegas."

"I'm in Vegas doing SOB business."

"Eddie, I understand that, but you're not the whole SOB. There are other members too. Just come back and I'm sure the SOB will survive without you. After all, they are the SOB."

"I don't know Bella…"

"Eddie, please? Your mother misses you and…" You talked to be mother? "…and I need you. I need you to come back."

Don't tell me you miss me too. Because if you do, I'll say "I miss you" back. This past month without teasing you wasn't the same… "I'm sorry we wasted a month on this project. I'll come back as soon as I can. I promise."

"I hope you're going to keep that promise."

"I'm a man of my word."

"I hope you are. Anyways, I just wanted to say one more thing."

"Yeah?"

"I'm sorry for blowing up at the beginning of our conversation."

"That's okay. It was kind of sexy."

"Ugh, why am I not surprised that you'd make a sexual innuendo?"

"Because my mere disappearance has made you miss me even more. They say that distance makes a heart grow fonder."

"Hey! I have a boyfriend, okay? So back off."

"I'll back off to a bed…with you…if that's what you want."

"Oh gee, here I am trying to apologize like a decent human being and you won't even let me."

"Haha, continue with your apology."

"Gee, thanks. It's just, this past month has been hectic. I have a lot of things going on with my personal life, and I really don't want my History project to be one of them. Please, come back home."

She sounded…desperate. This must be serious family stuff for her to be asking me to come back. "Bella, I told you. I'll do whatever I can. I promise." I did. I truly did.

Why am I making this promise?

Because you care for her.

No, you want to do this project.

And you want to see her.

No, you need to do this project.

And you want to make her happy, by finishing this project with her.

No, you have to do this project.

And you want this to be one less thing she has to worry about.

No, you…you…just want to be around her.

"Goodnight Bella." I quickly said, scared of what I may say next.

"Goodnight Eddie, and be safe."

"Thanks. You too Bella."

I waited for her to hang up first. I honestly did. I wanted to be the last one to hang up, to hear her last words, to hear her sigh. It was then that I just realized something: I've never said Goodnight to any other woman than my mother. And no other woman, besides my mom, ever tells me to "be safe." What could that mean? Then my Angel popped into my head. My Angel? What's happening to me?

I couldn't think of Bella that way. No, I just couldn't. I quickly got out of the car to catch up with Talia. "Hey, you!"

"What do you want you asshole?"

"One more round?"

"Okay!" She came back to the car with me and we finished our business.

Tsk, tsk, tsk. Eddie, what are you doing?