Chapter 36
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I wasn't sure what this obsession that I had with Isabella was, but I was damn sure going to find out. And I would pay her handsomely to do it. After I was done with her, she'd have her own condo in a secure building in Manhattan, and a full scholarship to NYU, and enough money to live like the Kardashians.
All she had to do was agree to all my terms.
Rosalie approached me one night as I sat vigil, making sure that my girl's night went okay. "Edward, why?" she asked in a nonjudgmental tone. "Why are you doing this? Why are you hurting your brother like this?"
It was just like my sister-in-law to cut right to the chase. Rosalie Hale McCarty was not one to mince words. If she had something on her mind, she said it, and didn't giving a flying fuck who she offended.
My grandfather hated her, which just made me love her more.
I knew that if it came down to it that Rose would take Emmett's side, as she should, but, in the meantime, I had to respect her for trying to remain somewhat diplomatic about the situation.
"Look, Rosalie," I sighed, bored with all the recent drama. "Emmett's just being a pussy and making a mountain out of a molehill. I just want to get to know Isabella, that's all. I don't why, but, she intrigues me."
"First of all, my husband's no pussy, and I know because I've ridden all twelve of his inches on more than one occasion."
I cringed at the mention of my brother's unmentionable appendage. "Really, Rosalie? Even for you that's disgusting."
Rose threw her head back and laughed. "You're such a dick, but I still love you."
"And you're a bitch, so what's your point?"