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EPOV
The day at the bar continued on as normal with flirtatious text messages from Bella. The bar wasn't open too late today, so I was able to head out earlier than I had expected.
I arrived back at my house and noticed Bella's car was in the driveway, along with a red Honda Civic.
Hmm…I wonder who is here.
I walked to the front door and used my key to open it. The lights in the kitchen shut off as soon as I walked in.
The smell I was bombarded with was very familiar. I walked into the kitchen, flipped the light switch back on, and was very surprised at the sight before me.
At first, there was absolute silence. Bella eyes were wide and she was completely still. I could actually see her thinking that if she didn't move, I wouldn't see her or what was on the table in between her and the other woman at the table.
Bella looked up at me with a lazy smile and glossy eyes.
"Hey honey. Don't be mad. I'm stressed. I love you and that's all that matters."
I just started laughing at the ridiculous situation, which in turn made her giggle. Then, the person sitting next to her started laughing, too. I looked over to see another attractive female sitting next to Bella.
"I'm Angela."
"He's already met you like seventeen times, Ang," she said in between giggles. "You're such a stoner."
That's right. My wife and her friend were high as a fucking kite.
Bella turned back to me and spoke quickly. "You're not mad at me, right? Because if you are, I'll throw this out in the garbage-"
"Like hell you will," Angela interrupted, grabbing the lighter and taking another hit from her frog bowl.
"I'm not mad," I responded, sitting at the table. Honestly, I didn't even really care. To each their own.
Or in this case, to each their stone.
"Would you like to join us?" Bella asked seductively. I was tempted. Very tempted.
"No thanks." I didn't need to tweak out tonight. Too many strange scenarios were popping in my head. And the way Bella was looking at me, like I was a piece of meat, made me think that it would definitely be better if I stayed completely sober tonight.
Bella pouted.
"I'm tired," Angela said. "And thirsty. Do you have milkshakes here?"
"No. But that would be fan-fucking-tastic if we had a milkshake machine."
I just shook my head. People were so weird when they were high.
"What are you smoking anyway?"
"A special breed."
Whatever the fuck that meant.
"I'm going to get going. Bye Bella, bye Edward."
We both said our goodbyes. Bella chugged a bottle of water and proceeded to attempt to seduce me with a lot of dry humping and neck kissing. In the kitchen.
"I still have to get you back for the hickey." She showed me her neck and it was oh, so tempting to leave another mark.
"You're not feeling sick today, are you?" she asked breathily, grinding against my crotch.
I moaned. "Um…no—I—"
I wasn't able to say anything else because she began kissing me even harder than before. She pulled away and started untucking my shirt.
"How was the food pantry?" she asked kissing my neck, sucking in a delicious way.
"It was…rewarding," I responded, unable to concentrate. "Old people…and food."
She giggled and pulled back. "I love that you love helping out."
She leaned in and kissed me again. I couldn't resist her…or come up with any excuse not to do this with her. Nothing would make sense that wouldn't offend her or upset her.
A ringing made me jump up. She fell backwards off of me with a yelp.
"Sorry, Bella," I replied, helping her up.
It was her phone that was ringing. She reached for it on the table and answered.
"Rosalie, what's up?" she said breathlessly.
Rosalie…Rosalie…
Emmett's wife.
Bella laughed. "Um…yeah, you kind of did."
Thank fucking God.
Bella mouthed 'Sorry' to me and walked into the living room.
"That's great, Rose. Yeah, Edward and I would love to come by this week."
I sighed and went upstairs, grateful for the distraction. I walked in the bathroom and splashed some water on my face. When I looked up at my reflection, I jumped and knocked over the toothbrush holder and the soap.
Carlisle was standing behind me.
"Dad," I whispered in relief. He smiled at me through the mirror, but when I turned around he was gone.
No.
This is not fucking fair.
I felt my throat closing up and felt my eyes watering.
I was going to lose it. I tried taking deep breaths, but nothing was working.
The room was spinning and my heart was racing.
And then I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and Bella singing…terribly.
"Don't worry about a thing…'cause every little thing is gonna be alright! Oh!" I heard a stumble.
She had the worst voice I had ever heard in my life.
Never, ever would I want her to sing me to sleep.
But she had distracted me long enough to stop my impending melt down.
I could breathe.
"Well, what happened here?"
I looked up at her in the mirror. Bella was standing in the exact place where Carlisle had been standing.
She wasn't looking at me but rather at the spilled soap and the knocked over toothbrushes.
She wiped up the soap with her fingers and rubbed her hands together under the already running water.
"I was just thinking that I needed to wash my hands anyway," she said looking down. "Funny how things work out like that."
She began humming the Bob Marley song again.
She looked at me through the mirror for a second too long and smiled fervently at me. "Are you okay?"
I nodded and brushed my teeth, ready for bed.
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