Attempt

Bella's POV

9th May

The mission was a success. A blinding success for the first time back. There was no buzz though. Despite knowing what that man was capable of, killing him did nothing to my nerves. I was happy, very. I could return to the facility with a newfound trust. Hopefully it would gain me some respect and trust back.

I'd tidied up the target's room, leaving no trace of my presence behind. But I had left the lines of cocaine on the table, his body draped over the couch. At first glance, the case would be seen as a drug overdose. The Ghosts would ensure the investigation wouldn't go any further than that.

Opening the balcony doors, I leaned over the edge. It was a long way down, straight into traffic. With my heels tossed down to the balcony below, I climbed over the edge. Hanging my legs down, I carefully scaled down the stone balcony before my body was dangling between the two floors. I swung back and forth before neatly landing on the balcony of the room below. Stepping in through the open doors, I saw a proud Trey sitting on the end of the bed. He'd already packed away his computer, hiding it in his suitcase. He stood and strode over to me, pulling me into his arms. This was what I loved about Trey. Even after I had killed someone, he was still my friend. Whilst my friends back in Forks would most certainly be terrified and disgusted, Trey understood why I did what I did. And he tried to make me feel good about it.

He pulled away a little and pressed his lips to mine. Not getting a response at first, he persisted. Just as he started to pull away, I kissed him back. Pulling out my earpiece, I tossed it across the room so that it landed in his open bag. I loved him and I always had. Whenever I was with him, I felt safe and warm. There was no one else in the world that made me feel this way; well almost no one.

The kiss started slow and somewhat passionate as his lips caressed mine. His hands rested on my hips, his fingers stroking the top of my ass. At first my hands stayed wrapped around his neck before tangling them into his hair. With his soft touch and loving lips, I couldn't help but let a small moan rumble through my throat. This made him smile widely into the kiss and pull me flesh against his body. His arms wound around my back, his hands resting on the opposite hips as to before.

With the new direction, his head tilted to the side causing his nose to slide along the side of mine. Being so close, he took the opportunity to run his tongue along my top lip. The moment my lips parted even slightly, he pushed his tongue into my mouth. Loving the taste of the small amount of champagne on his breath, I moaned more loudly. One of his hands quickly cupped my cheek to hold my head still. It gave him the control over the kiss, and he sped up the movement of our lips.

Reaching down, I tried to unclip the fun holder from around my leg. But it was awkward. It got caught on my dress before I stumbled slightly. For someone with such great balance, it was an embarrassing moment for me. Usually I was elegant when doing something like this. Quick. As if nothing had happened. This was not one of those moments. Trey didn't seem to care because he dropped to his knees and placed my foot on his thigh. Sucking the inside of my thigh, he pulled the gun out. Carefully sliding it across the floor, he stared up at me. His fingers slid up the inside of my knee. I bit on my bottom lip to stifle my moan. It didn't matter though. He could hear me anyway. He unbuckled the gun strap before he placed several kisses to my thigh. A kiss to the top of my thigh caused me to shiver in delight. Standing, he then kissed the valley between my breasts, and I took hold of his hair again.

Bringing his lips back to mine, he held my hips, pulling me towards him. He sat on the edge of the bed and I followed by sitting on his lap. The kiss had become more heated and frenzied as our breath was fast and raspy. I started to unbutton his shirt and untucked it from his dress pants. Half the buttons were undone so I ran my hand over his pecks and over his shoulder. He hummed softly and pulled away from the kiss for a moment.

His lips came back to mine and I was suddenly lying beneath him in the middle of the bed. He was leaning over me, my eyes wide. I forgot he had his own powers as he hardly used them. He didn't need to. Everything about him was perfect because that's how he was made to be. His brain was perfect. His body was perfect. The way his lips seemed to be made to fit against mine was perfect. His large, strong hands could hold my body in a tight, safe grip. And he did. He held me close.

He knelt beside me as he held me on my side. Holding the back of my knee, he gently pulled it closer and closer to his hips. When my knee eventually lay on his hip, I moaned. I could feel him. I could feel a lot of him. It was then that his hand roughly slid up my thigh. As his hand moved, my dress pulled up, the lingerie Victoria made me wear being revealed. He grasped my ass, making me a little uncomfortable. I took a hold of his wrist and tried to pull his hand away. Pushing me onto my back, he reluctantly removed his hand from my ass but slid it under my dress and squeezed my breast.

"Trey…"

Running his tongue around my mouth, he started to palm my breast more aggressively. I fisted my hands on his chest and tried to pry him off me. He must have finally noticed that my lips were no longer moving with his, but he kissed along my jaw and sucked on my earlobe instead.

"Trey stop… stop."

"Come on Issy."

He'd begun to rock his hips against mine and I wanted it to stop. I knew my strength wasn't enough, not whilst I was lying underneath with most of his weight bearing down on me.

"No, stop."

He didn't. He did stop thrusting against me, but he held his hips against mine, his hard crotch pressed to mine. His lips kissed around my neck and to my other ear whilst his hand palmed my breast harder.

"I said stop."

Speaking forcefully, I used what strength I had to force him off me. He soared through the air and hit the wall hard. His body fell to the floor before he even realised what had happened. The effort I put into pushing him caused me to sit up. I looked a mess. My dress was all over the place, my lingerie panties on display and left breast popping out. Trying to cover myself up a little, I glared at Trey as he ran a hand through his hair.

"I love you Issy."

"I love you too Trey."

My response was weak and feeble, but he knew it was true. He knew that I loved him.

"Why can't I show you that I love you then Issy? I know you want to… I can see it in your eyes. Just give me a chance."

He went to move but when I held my hand up, he fell back down against the wall. Fire was in my eyes, and I would do what I had to, despite punishment later.

"I want to Trey… I do. I just… I can't."

His face was emotionless and hard, but his eyes held sadness. Everything was in his eyes. He could never hide anything from those who knew him.

"Why not Issy?"

"I need time."

"I'll wait, Is."

Sighing, I dropped my head into my hands. Why had such a great celebration gone wrong? I wanted to be able to be with Trey. I knew it was pointless waiting for Edward. It wouldn't be fair to me or him to wait for a man that was too good for me. I couldn't subject him to a life with me. He was all the good in the world that I knew. And my darkness would corrupt him. Trey… It didn't matter with Trey. He held a darkness similar to my own. And I really do love him. I want to be with him. I want to enjoy being with him. I just wasn't ready.

I climbed out of the bed and Trey cautiously stood up, keeping his back pressed to the wall. Going out to the balcony, I grabbed my shoes.

"We'll talk about this later. We need to go before anyone finds the body."

I went into the bathroom and spent a few minutes fixing my hair and adjusting my make-up. When I looked pristine again, I stepped back into the bedroom to find Trent had fixed himself up and was calmly waiting. Linking my arm with his, we made our way back downstairs and out of the front door, unnoticed. Another agent would return in a few days to collect the suitcase when things calmed down.