So, not so new story ... I'm reposting this. This story was pulled years ago by FFn. That decision (without any sort of warning, really) forced me to move from just posting on FFn to Stars (then The Writer's Coffee Shop), AO3, and FictionPad. After doing some thinking, and FicPad turning into a for-profit platform, I've decided to repost this here.
This is ALREADY COMPLETE! PREWRITTEN
I will be doing some editing for content, but this is written in its entirety on Stars, AO3, Wattpad and FicPad (when it's not being a pain in the butt).
Carrots? Has anyone seen any carrots? The plot bunny attacked and well, you all are going to reap the benefits. NEW STORY! I've been writing some pretty heavy stuff lately and well, I'm going to lighten it up a bit. It's not going to be a humorous story (though there will be some funny bits) but it will be romantic. Some drama…some light angst (there needs to be some sort of conflict or it wouldn't be worth reading, kids).
Yeah, that isn't mine.
Up next will be the arrival of Alice and Jasper and Halloween. What should Bella and Edward be for Halloween? (Yes, I want them to be couple-y). Any suggestions would be greatly appreciated. Sexy ones even more so. Leave a review with your suggestion! I promise a longer update next time, too! With lemons!
Chapter Twenty-Two: Halloween Hijinks
EPOV
What the hell just happened? I blinked as I listened to Bella slam the door shut, causing the walls to vibrate. Did we just fight over a god damned pencil? Really? And a digital recorder? I ran my fingers through my hair anxiously as I thought over what happened. Bella's got some ass-kissing to do. Dayum.
Shaking my head, I didn't have time to dwell on it. I needed to finish getting ready, go to the costume shop to pick up our Halloween costumes and then to Sea-Tac to get my sister and her boyfriend. I left my face scruffy and fingered some gel through my hair before jogging to the closet. I swiped some boxer briefs, a pair of dark wash jeans and maroon sweater that I forced myself to buy. It was getting colder and my clothes were obviously more suited for summertime. Even the clothes down in Brazil were geared to summer. I spent a pretty penny on some winter wear. I felt it oddly calming and somewhat permanent. I would be here, in the states, with Bella during the winter months.
Though, her demeanor was awfully glacial this morning, Cullen. I cringed at the memory of our stupid argument.
I finished my look with a camel-colored leather jacket along with a pair of boots. Grabbing my wallet, cell phone and car keys, I dashed out of the apartment, driving to the costume shop where I ordered Bella's and my costume, along with Alice and Jasper's order. I smiled when Bella told me to choose our costumes. She had been overwhelmed with work and had told me to choose whatever I wanted for Halloween. So, my pervy self, decided on Princess Leia in the slave costume while I was Han Solo. I was living out my geeky fantasy. Her costume left little the imagination and well, underwear would be non-existent. Easy access.
My sister and Jasper decided to be Neo and Trinity from Matrix. Alice had cut her hair very short and dyed in a darker color. She was ready for a change, supposedly. Obviously, that change was drastic. Alice had always had long brunette hair reaching down to nearly her waist, all her life. So, seeing her with short hair, it will definitely be different.
I picked up the costumes, laying them in the backseat of my car before I sped off to Sea-Tac. I was picking up my sister and Jasper before dropping them off at the Edgewater, where they were staying while they were in Seattle. I had checked them in last night before Bella had gotten home so they could go to the hotel upon arrival. I know from experience that the jetlag from Rio to Seattle was killer! All I wanted to do after I spent the night worshiping my Bella was sleep. Bella, however, had other plans. Not that I was complaining, though. My body was a willing participant and making love to her was sweet. It took me nearly a week to get my body situated to the time change, not to mention recuperate from the marathon weekend of sex. Alice and Jasper were only going to be here for five days before flying back to Isle Esme. So, checking them in yesterday would allow them to sleep most of the day and get their bodies on Seattle time.
Parking in the short term lot, I went down to baggage claim, flipping through some emails. I had reached out to a handful of local composers to possibly collaborate with me on the score for my game. I started working on the score, but I'm not a musical composer. I took music theory in college, but I wanted the score to epic. Obviously, I needed guidance to make that happen. I had received the names from my friend at the piano bar. A few of them responded to my request and I had meetings set up for the week after next to discuss possible collaborations and working with their performance groups to make recordings.
Secretly, I was also hoping that Bella would call me to apologize for being so cranky this morning, or at least let me know if she had found her stuff. I had not received any such notification and my temper was escalating.
I loved my girl. More than anything, but right now, I was pretty fucking pissed at her.
I get that she was stressed out from her new job. The hours she was pulling were insane. Plus the fear of losing her job because of that new editor-in-chief? It did not seem like a very positive work environment.
The research I had done on the new editor, Alec Wright, was not good. He was an ultra-conservative man. Not that that's a bad thing. Everyone is entitled to their opinion. My father is very conservative but he doesn't force us to follow in his beliefs. He encouraged our differences in opinion and reveled when we had political conversations over the dinner table. It kept him on his toes. Or so he said. More like he got his jollies off on arguing with us, but masking it as a political discussion.
Unlike my father, Alec liked to foist his opinion down people's throats with his publications. He ruined several noted journalists because of his influence; blackballing them in the journalism world. We're talking Pulitzer Prize winning writers that lost everything because Alec Wright deemed them unworthy, challenging their sources and defaming names. He was sued, but nothing ever stuck because of Alec's word, or even something else. There was something about this guy that seemed underhanded and I was determined to figure out what it was. His behavior was disgusting. I could understand why Marcus, Bella's boss, was a nervous wreck. He fit the bill of writers that were ruined by Alec's actions. I prayed he was spared from the wrath of Alec Wright or that I found the dirt on him to take Alec Wright down. As of right now, I have nothing. But, I'm determined to figure it out.
Back to Bella, I certainly understand not being able to do your job if you don't have the proper tools and being frustrated about that. I was an ogre a time or two (or two hundred) during my time on the island if things were disturbed in my office. Rose had thrown several staplers at me once, when I bitched and moaned about not having my stapler on my desk. I have a scar just above my left eyebrow from that altercation. I'm cringing at what will be waiting for me in my office upon my return.
If I go back to the island.
If? You know you want to…with Bella.
But, to lash out at me to such magnitude? My heart just ached and I hated it. I hated fighting with her. I'd rather have flying office supplies sent in my direction then to feel like this. Sighing, I settled back on the bench I was on, waiting for Alice. Staring at my phone and willing it to magically send me messages from my ornery girlfriend was only causing me distress and anxiety. Thankfully, I didn't have to wait long for my obnoxious sister. Alice's squealing broke my reverie and she was skipping toward me, dragging Jasper behind her. Her hair was shockingly short. It was a deep brown, nearly black, with caramel highlights, spiked out artfully. It was cute and knowing Alice, it fit her. It made her look even more like an elf. "Edward!" she screeched, jumping into my arms and hugging me tightly.
"Oh, my GOD!" I laughed, returning her embrace. It felt good to see her. I missed my family very much. I loved Bella and I wanted to be with her, but seeing Alice reminded me what was at home, waiting for me. God, I want to convince Bella to move to the island with me. I want to be near my family. "I've missed you, Ali," I whispered against her neck.
"We've missed you, too," she murmured back, looking at me. She frowned slightly. "What's wrong?"
"Bella and I had a fight this morning. It's nothing," I said, waving it off.
"Bullshit, Edward. You've got the vacant eyes," she huffed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"It was a stupid fight over something dumb and moronic," I replied, giving her the brow, praying she would leave it be. Pursing her lips, she backed away. "How was the flight?"
"Long," Jasper snorted. "I seriously want to run to the hotel. Being cramped in those seats for so long was torture, I tell you. They were designed people who are shorter than 5'3". Alice fit in the seat perfectly. Me? I felt like I was in a damn sardine can. Not to mention, the flight attendant waited until I was asleep to breeze past me with the stupid drink cart and break my elbow." He rolled up his sleeve, displaying a prominent bruise. "See? I'm scarred!"
"You're such a pussy, Jasper," Alice laughed, kissing his elbow.
"She also made a pass at me, darlin. Can you kiss something else to remind me who I belong to?" he purred.
"Stop seducing each other. This is my baby sister," I barked, pulling Alice behind me. "I do not need that visual, thank you very much."
"Jesus, someone needs to get laid," Alice giggled, pinching my bicep. "Was this disagreement about sex?"
"I'm not having this conversation, Mary Alice Cullen. Not in the middle of the airport," I deadpanned. "Get your shit so I can take you to the damn hotel."
"Yeah, yeah," Alice giggled, dragging Jasper to the conveyor belt. Twenty minutes later, laden with three oversized suitcases, we lugged them out to the car. I should have rented a SUV. One bag plus the carry-ons were stored in the trunk. The remaining bags were jammed in the backseat with the costumes laid on top. Alice sat in the back, too. Jasper was in the front with me, reveling in my muscle car. He was petting the leather almost reverently, mumbling under his breath that he wanted to caress the seats with his naked body.
I've done it, Jas. It's fucking amazing.
I dropped them off at the hotel and gave them their room key along with their costumes. "What time do you want me to pick you up?" I asked as I started to pull out the suitcases.
"First off, the bags in the backseat are for you," Alice replied. "Secondly, we'll call you. I want to shower, crash and then see how we feel. Okay?" She wrapped me in another embrace. "I'm thinking we need to have a night out. A brother/sister date, hmmm?"
"That sounds kind of perfect, Ali-cat," I whispered, kissing her head. With a wave, they left, disappearing into the lobby of the Edgewater. Sighing, I drove back to the apartment and somehow managed to get the two suitcases and costumes up to the apartment in one trip. Lugging the bags into the bedroom, I opened them up and saw a completely new wardrobe for me and a few items for Bella in one bag. Alice's generosity knows no bounds. I quickly hung up the new clothes into the closet. It was getting packed with all of our clothes intermingling. My heart lurched as I remembered our stupid argument.
Shake it off, Cullen. You weren't wrong. She was. Wait for her to talk to you.
The other bag was a 'care package' of sorts from my family. There was several pounds of coffee from the resort. My mouth watered at that because Seattle's Best wasn't cutting it for me. I missed the cinnamon and clove infused coffee beans from home. Mom sent some of her famous oatmeal cookies, along with some pictures of the resort and family. Dad, in his 'dad' fashion, sent work for me. There were more mysterious thefts. Huilen had been caught, so it was another person stealing from our family. What was scary was that the thefts were not of cash or supplies, but money from our accounts. It was a hacker stealing our money.
Immediately, I went to my computer in the office and began working remotely. I contacted Rose, talking her through a secured feed. I changed our security protocols, enhancing the firewall and increasing the security measures around our bank accounts and spending accounts. I also did some hacking of my own, trying to figure out who was stealing from us. Whoever it was, covered their tracks and made it impossible for me to discern the culprit. They were as good as me or better. After four hours of trying to decode who was stealing from us, I had to walk away. My eyes were crossing and I was starving. I hadn't eaten anything since last night.
I was finishing my lunch when my cell phone buzzed. It was Paul, Bella's friend from the newspaper. I gritted my teeth. Did you and Bella have a fight? She's miserable today! – P
Talk to her, Paul. We're not really speaking at the moment – E
I've tried. She's just shut down. She's going through the motions, but is not all here. Do I need to kick your ass? – P
Hate to break it to ya, I was not the bad guy. Talk to her. Perhaps you can shed some light on why she blew up at me. Also, tell Bella that I'm going out with Alice tonight. She doesn't need to come home or see my ugly mug – E
Edward, you ain't ugly. If I had your looks, I'd be a model on an Abercrombie and Fitch bag – P
You buy that crap? Abercrombie and Fitch clothing is for douchebag-wannabes, just like the CEO. Asstard – E
I know he's a troll, but their jeans are the only things that fit my lanky ass. I'll talk to Bella and yeah…pray that you didn't fuck up because if you did…your balls will be acquainted with my knee. Followed closely by my mouth. Tee hee – P
o.O – E
I'm kidding. Later! – P
Paul, you scare me at times – E
I say it from a place of love. :-) - P
I slipped my phone into my pocket, walking to the office to do some work on my computer game. I was nearly done with the story. It had roughly twenty 'chapters' with five smaller chapters inside of the main chapters. I was putting final touches on the last chapter, fine-tuning the characters and wrapping up the story. The final thing I needed to add was the score and the game would be ready for people willing to test it out. It could, hopefully, be on the market in less than a year. Working on the game for the remainder of the afternoon, I was immersed in fairies, elves, trolls and halflings. I was so 'in the zone' that I didn't even hear my cell phone exploding next to me with text messages and phone calls.
The phone calls were from my sister. She was demanding my attention, allowing Jasper to sleep some more in the hotel room. The texts were from Paul, saying that he was taking Bella out for drinks and to talk about her actions toward me. I saved my work on the game and went to freshen up before picking up my sister. I sent her a text, explaining that I would be there in a half hour.
When I pulled up to the Edgewater, Alice was in my car in a flash. She looked well-rested and eager to be out. "Where are you taking me on our date, big brother?"
"You don't waste any time, Ali-cat," I snickered, ruffling her hair. She smacked my hand away and gave me a playful glower. "There's a nearby fish bar, Anthony's. It's pretty casual, but really good."
"I just spent a day on a plane. Casual is perfect," Alice smiled. I nodded, pulling away from the curb and driving the short distance to the restaurant. We were seated immediately and ordered some beers. "Hmmm, this is good."
"The beer or the company?" I snorted, arching a brow over my menu.
"Both," she smirked. "I've missed you, Edward. I know that you want to be up here because you can't be away from Bella, but you're finally normal and you up and go to live with your girlfriend in Seattle. I love Bella for what she did for you, but I miss my dorky big brother."
Blushing, I took her hand in mine. "If Jasper had to come back to the states, would you want to stay at the resort?" I countered. "But, I've missed you and everyone else, too. I can't wait to see you around Christmas."
"To answer your question? Probably not," she said wistfully. "He's my one. You know?"
"Yeah, I do," I replied, giving her a crooked grin. "Bella's my one, too."
"But, there's trouble in paradise," Alice said sagely. I sighed, running my hand through my hair. "I'll take that as a yes. Talk to me, Edward."
"Let's order first. I'm hungry and the turkey sandwich I ate a few hours ago did very little sate my hunger," I said as I beckoned for the server. We ordered our meals, along with some appetizers.
"Okay, enough stalling, Edward," Alice said, arching a brow. "Tell Mama Alice all your problems."
"Mama Alice?" I snorted.
"Whatever, Edward. Spill it," she laughed.
"It's stupid, really. Bella received a promotion. A great promotion, but the editor-in-chief at the paper is a douche," I replied. "He's ultra conservative and tries to force his opinions on his readers. Not to mention, he's ruined several careers of well-known journalists. Because of her new position, I haven't seen my girlfriend for more than a few hours here and there since she started it full-time about a month ago. Fast forward to this morning." I huffed out a sigh and leaned forward, downing the rest of my beer. "Bella and I had this ludicrous fight over the stupidest thing. I love my girl, but fuck me, she's OCD about her supplies."
"Pot meet kettle," Alice giggled. The server came, delivering our appetizers.
"It's worse than me," I said, my eyes wide. "She needs to have thirteen pens, five pads of steno paper, three legal pads and her digital recorder in her bag at all times. She has a preference, too. She loves to use her purple pencil for interviews, pink for outlines, green for ideas and blue for actually writing stories. This morning, she was all in a tizzy because she couldn't find her purple pencil, nor her digital recorder. She alluded to the fact that I may have taken them. I don't touch her things for work. She's like an irritable grizzly, just coming out of hibernation, if things aren't perfect. The fact that she blamed me for it, pissed me off. On top of that, she was just downright bitchy."
"She's testing you," Alice replied, pursing her lips. "She wants to see how far you'll go for her."
"I'd go to the ends of the earth for her, but that behavior was rude," I snarled. "She has yet to contact me and apologize. I did nothing wrong. Yet, she treated me like I was the bad guy."
"I'm not defending her, but in her eyes, she probably saw you as the interloper and the reason why her stuff went missing. It's irrational, but the female mind makes zero sense," Alice laughed.
"So, what happens now?" I asked, spinning my pint around.
"Bella has some major ass-kissing to do. You were not wrong. She was. She knows it, too. That's why she's not contacting you," Alice replied. The server came with our food, clearing the appetizers and refilling my beer. We smiled in appreciation before turning back to our conversation. "It'll be fine. She'll apologize, you'll have make-up sex and then you'll be happy again."
"I hope so," I grumbled, poking at my halibut. Alice threw a French fry at me. I scowled at her. "Stop throwing deep-fried food at me, brat."
"Pull your head out of your ass," she guffawed. "It will be fine. Plus, your Halloween costumes…have some fun with that."
"Ugh, Ali," I groaned.
"Onto better news," she beamed. "News from the home front."
"Well, I got Dad's little tidbit of information," I retorted. "How long has that been going on?"
She made a face. "It started once we signed the contract with the new liquor distributor. We also got a deal through them, to get more money off our food as well. The non-perishable items are through the new distributor. We apparently pissed someone off," Alice sighed.
"But, it can't be Huilen. She was a hard worker but not the sharpest tool in the shed. It has to be someone with technical expertise," I said, arching a brow. "What about Joham?"
"He's in jail with Huilen," Alice sighed. "Who else have we pissed off?"
"Zafrina, Victoria, Lauren," I snorted derisively.
"Any of them have that sort of talent?" Alice asked.
"Lauren was more into spreading her legs than knowing anything about technology. Victoria was a sadistic bitch who got her jollies off on scarring me permanently. Zafrina could have the knowledge, but I don't know," I shrugged. "I tried to track down the culprit but they covered their tracks. I've increased security protocols and it should be more challenging to access the accounts, plus it'll alert you, Dad, Rose and me if someone tries to breach the security measures I have in place. What else is going on at Isle Esme?"
"Well, I hired another concierge and wedding planner. Plus, the new web design is increasing our popularity. We're booked through 2016! The conversion of Victoria's villa has begun into two smaller villas, plus we've acquired five more that are roughly the same size. We're also building seven more luxury villas, just south of your place for more illustrious guests who are willing to fork over the big bucks for privacy. A couple asked if they could rent out your villa for the remainder of their trip because it was so far off the beaten path. They were offering us an enormous amount of money to do so. However, we denied their request but it got us thinking. Hence, the construction on the new massive villas," Alice beamed.
"Why did you hire another concierge?" I asked. "Rose is so picky…"
"That's another tidbit of information," Alice squealed. She reached into her purse and handed me a pile of pictures.
"What's this?" I flipped through the pictures, confused as to why they were black and white and fuzzy. Then, it dawned on me. They're sonogram pictures. "Rose is pregnant?"
"Yep. She's roughly three months along, close to four months. She didn't want to say anything because of previous miscarriages, but she and Emmett will be parents in the middle of March. You're going to be an uncle!" Alice said, pulling out a very prominent pictures that looked like an actual baby. "There's the head, spine, foot and hand, waving at his Uncle Eddie."
"They're having a boy?" I asked, caressing the photo.
"It's too soon to tell, but Emmett is adamant that he only fathers boys," Alice giggled. "Rose thinks that the baby is a girl."
"What's your expert opinion?" I quipped.
"Boy," Alice said, nodding emphatically. "But, who knows. As long as the baby is healthy, that's all that matters."
"Wow," I breathed. "A baby. That's amazing."
"Makes you want one, yeah?" Alice said, her eyes dreamy.
"I want to be married first," I replied. "But, yeah, I want one. Or a gaggle."
"A gaggle?" Alice laughed. "Oh, big brother. You'll be lucky if you get two, maybe three. A gaggle ain't happening. I'm pretty certain Bella doesn't want a litter of children." She smiled at me. "You are going to be a good daddy, though."
"I hope so," I shrugged. "You don't have any news, do you? I mean, you chopped your hair. You're not going through some sort of crisis?"
"No, Edward. I'm fine. My hair was just getting heavy, so I cut it off. Jasper and I are happy, enjoying our blissful nights in my villa and working at the resort during the day," she smiled. I wrinkled my nose. "What? Did you expect me to be a virginal prude? I have sex, Edward."
"I don't want to know about it, Alice. And keep your voice down," I hissed.
She stuck out her tongue and continued eating her meal. Over dinner, I told her about Bella's birthday. The PG-13 version, of course. I didn't want to impart a double standard, sharing the schmexy details of Bella's birthday celebration and defiling my car. I just told Alice about the spa night, picnic, and original composition at the piano bar. My sister swooned. Of course, she did. Before I knew it, the restaurant was closing and our server was handing me the bill. I paid with cash and left restaurant. "Tell your girl that I'm going to be at your place bright and early for some girly bonding time. So, don't keep her up too late having the make-up sex."
"Say goodnight, Alice," I snorted. She ruffled my hair and left the car, dancing into the Edgewater. I drove back to the apartment, seeing Bella's Volvo in the parking garage. Gulping, I got out of my car and rode up the elevator to our floor. I felt like I was walking to my own execution. My anger had waned, but it was still lying in wait to explode if something happened. Using my keys, I let myself into the apartment. The lights were out and it was quiet, save for the hum of the refrigerator. I slipped off my coat and hung it up in the closet. Walking to the office, I plugged in my cell phone. I checked in the kitchen and poked my head into the living room. I almost didn't see it.
There was a shift on the couch along with a quiet sniffle.
"Bella?"
"Yeah," she said dejectedly. I flipped on the lights and saw my girl sitting on the couch in one of my t-shirts, clutching my pillow and looking absolutely awful. Her eyes were red and puffy. Her nose was snotty and her hair was pulled up into a sloppy knot at the top of her head. "Do you hate me?"
"I don't hate you, Bella," I sighed, walking to sit across from her.
"Then, why aren't you sitting next to me?" she whimpered.
"Because I want to look at you," I replied. She bit her lip, nodding slowly but her eyes showed that she was registering my need to sit across from her and not next to her as rejection. "Why did you blow up at me?"
"I suck," she snorted humorlessly. I arched a brow. "I don't know. I've been a mess with work and…" She trailed off, twisting the ring on her finger. "I'm making excuses. I'm sorry, Edward. I don't know what happened this morning, but I was just so flustered and angry."
"We all have those moments," I said, leaning forward to take her hands into mine. She was going to rub her skin raw with the twisting of her ring. She was trembling when I held her delicate hands. "Talk to me, Bella. This is more than just the pencil and recorder."
"I'm just overwhelmed," she sighed, tears streaming down her face. "Alec is criticizing my articles that I'm gearing my opinion to the more liberal candidates. I'm giving both sides an equal shake, but he's adamantly denying it. He threatened to not publish my most recent article unless I rewrote it."
"Have you reminded him about your constitutional right of freedom of the press?" I asked, my temper spiking.
"You're right, Edward, but I can't lose my job. I've spent more times in Marcus's office, trying to rework articles than actually chasing them," Bella sniffled, wiping her nose with a Kleenex. "Plus, Alec gave me grief for taking time off while I was sick last week. He's imparting a new policy. No fever, you come to work."
"This guy sounds like a slave driver," I growled angrily. I knew I had to find something on this guy. I'd use my sleuthing expertise to bring him down.
"I used to love to go to work. Now? It's awful," she sighed, curling up into a tighter ball. "There's talk of a strike, but Alec threatened to use all freelance writers and anyone who'd strike would be out of a job. I am sorry for lashing out at you, Edward. I was pissed off over my job and what I'm dealing with there. You've been nothing but supportive, loving and downright perfect while I acted like a first-class bitch."
"I'm far from perfect, Bella. The one thing that will be constant is that I'm always going to support you and love you, even when you're being a first-class bitch. I'm not going to lie and say what happened this morning didn't bother me. It did. Very much," I said, arching a brow.
Fresh tears began falling over Bella's cheeks. She buried her face into the pillow, sobbing quietly. I think she was apologizing, but it was muffled by the pillow. I hated seeing her so broken up. I moved to sit next to her, gathering her in my arms. She threw her arms around my neck, apologizing over and over again. My girl was emotionally exhausted. I held her tightly, not saying anything as she cried herself out. Pulling back, Bell looked at me. Her eyes were even puffier and her nose scarlet from her crying. "I am sorry, Edward. Please forgive me for being awful this morning."
"I forgive you, gorgeous girl," I said, tucking a hair behind her ear.
"Yeah, I'm so hot right now," she deadpanned, wiping her face. I chuckled, holding her on my lap and idly tracing my fingers along her thigh. She tucked her head against my shoulder. "Can we go to bed? Today has just been awful and…"
"Of course, love," I replied, picking her up easily. I carried her into the bedroom and lay her on the bed. I stripped down to my boxer briefs, curling around her. She snuggled against me and slipped her leg between mine. One of my arms cradled her head and the other hung loosely around her waist, scratching her lower back. With each pass of my hands, her shirt rode up. I felt the curve of her ass and laughed quietly. "Where are your panties?"
"Gone," she whispered huskily. I looked down at her and her eyes were glinting with the promise of sex and a lot of it. I quickly caught up to her, covering her mouth with mine.
xx AIDA xx
The next morning, Alice arrived with Jasper early, just like she promised. We were barely coherent when Alice called us. When she arrived, Alice dragged Bella from the apartment to spend some time doing girly things while she handed me a list of things that needed to be done to the apartment to make it extra spooky and scary for the party.
Jasper and I spent a majority of the morning running errands and getting the necessary supplies. I also stopped to pick something up for Bella for her to wear to night. Jasper did ask about me and Bella as we made my stop. I told him that we were fine and left it at that. Once we got the supplies, I told Jasper to begin decorating while I began preparing the food for the party. I had a few recipes but Alice provided me some more in her list of shit to do. The food was ready to go, set up on the dining room table. The apartment looked creepy and sensual. Theatrical lights were sporadically spread all over and it gave the place an awesome vibe. As I was putting finishing touches in the living room, Alice and Bella walked in, laughing with each other.
"Wow!" Alice breathed. "This looks far better than I imagined!"
"Thanks for the vote of confidence, Mary Alice," I deadpanned.
"Awww, don't get your boxers in a knot, Edward Anthony," she quipped. "Jasper and I are going back to the hotel to get ready. We'll be back around eight." Bella pressed her car keys into Alice's hand and they hugged before my sister and Jasper left.
"This does look awesome, Edward. It doesn't even look like the same apartment," Bella said as she looked around. I crept behind her and wrapped my arms around her waist. "Hmmm, miss me?"
"Always," I purred, kissing her neck. "I got you a present."
"Is it sparkly?" she giggled, turning in my arms.
I smiled wickedly and dragged her into our bedroom. Bella and I had been experimenting with anal play while we were making love. She had purchased a butt plug but I picked up something for her to wear tonight, under her costume. "Close your eyes, Miss Swan," I crooned. Bella gave me a look but complied. I took out the bag with her new pink, sparkly butt plug and placed it in her hands. She cracked open her eyes, tearing into the bag. She blushed crimson.
"Is this what I think it is?" she asked.
"Yep," I said, taking it out of the box. "I may have forgiven you for what happened yesterday, but tonight you will wear this. You are my slave." I opened the closet door, revealing her very sexy costume. Bella's blush deepened and she rubbed her thighs together. "Do you like this?"
"I've always been intrigued by BDSM," she replied, her voice breathy.
"Me, too. I don't think I could handle the punishment aspect," I said flatly. "I've been on the receiving end of it too many times with Victoria. But, bondage and control?"
"So, I'm your slave tonight?" Bella asked. She walked to the costume, inspecting it and squeaking when she realized there were no panties to go with it. "Boy, am I glad that I got waxed today."
"You're not going to fight me on this?" I asked.
"I told you to pick our costumes. I've also been a bad girl," she replied, giving me a seductive smirk. "I need to be punished."
I gulped and stared at her. Play the role. "Very well, Bella. I'm glad you're amenable to your punishment. Please, go shower and be ready to receive your gift in an hour."
"How should I wear my hair?" she asked, her eyes black with desire.
"Up. I want everyone to see you wear my collar," I said, holding up the costume's leash.
"You should be wearing a Jabba the Hut costume if you were truly playing it that way," Bella giggled. "But, I don't think you'd look good in all of that fat." I snorted. Bella walked over to me and kissed me deeply, plunging her tongue into my mouth. "One hour?"
"Yes and do not touch yourself or make yourself come, Isabella," I said. "Your orgasms are mine tonight. In one hour, be naked on the bed, prepared to feel your gift." I gently tapped her ass and sent her toward the bathroom. She squeaked before walking inside, closing the door. I picked up the butt plug and went to wash it thoroughly. I also picked up the lube from my excursion, placing them both on the bedside table. I went to grab my costume. I slid on the brown leather pants. They were tight around the ass and thighs, but were looser around the calves. I tied the holster around my hips and my thigh. Next was my white shirt and dark brown vest. My shirt was unbuttoned halfway, displaying my chest. I cuffed the shirt sleeves, attaching the leather cuffs around my wrists.
While Bella finished getting ready, she called to me. I walked to our bedroom to find my girl kneeling on the bed, completely naked. Her breasts were heaving, nipples on prominent display. I wanted to take one of the rosy buds into my mouth and taste her porcelain skin. Her legs were spread, showing me her bare pussy, already glistening from our conversation from earlier. Her hair was pulled up into a high ponytail, curled and cascading over her shoulder in chocolate waves. Her eyes were fixed on the floor and she was a picture of submission. I couldn't handle seeing her like this all of the time. I loved our relationship. I liked it when she took control over me. But tonight, it was all about controlling her. Just for tonight.
"You look like a vision, Isabella," I whispered. "So beautiful." Gently, I cupped her chin and raised her face to look at me. "Perhaps clothing should optional?"
"Don't push it, Edward," she quipped, arching a sexy eyebrow to me.
"Kidding," I chuckled, caressing her cheek with my hand. Her makeup was sexy and sultry. "God, you're so fucking gorgeous, Bella. I want so badly to call everyone and say that the party is canceled so I can worship your body."
"Sounds good," she replied huskily.
"But, I think that delayed gratification will be good, too. When everyone is gone, you will come so hard," I growled lowly. "Turn around, on your hands and knees, ass in the air. Spread your legs as far as you can go. I want to see your swollen pussy and how wet it is for me."
"Holy fuck," she whimpered, turning around. She was on her elbows, arching her back while she spread her legs. She was fucking dripping. I smiled as I cupped the globes of her ass. She wriggled slightly. With my palm, I smacked her thigh. "Ow!"
"I know what you're trying to do," I said. "You want me to touch this."
"Do you see how turned on I am?" she moaned. "How am I supposed to go without panties and not stain the furniture?"
"You'll sit on my lap and stain my pants," I replied, tracing random circles on her ass, teasing her. I looked at her body, wanting and desperate for me. Her clit was swollen and throbbing from between her legs. With one singular finger, I ran it the length of her slit. She shuddered. "Don't come, Isabella."
"You're torturing me," she panted.
"I needed a taste," I smiled, slipping my finger between my lips. "Hmmmm, sweetest ambrosia. I can't wait to taste you later and fuck you with my tongue." I winked at her before turning to the nightstand with the plug and lube. "Now, if it's too much for you, let me know and I'll take this out. My goal is to you wear this little jewel all night and keep wearing it as I fuck you."
"Seriously, Edward. I'm going to come from hearing you talk," she breathed. "Can't you fuck me now? Take the edge off?"
"I want you to feel so amazing, tonight," I whispered, pressing soft kisses to her back. "There will be no part of you that will not be cherished by my mouth, my fingers and my cock. However, if you come while I put this inside of you, no sex for a week. No orgasms. No masturbation."
"Okay," she said, her voice sounding determined.
I warmed the plug with my hands before coating it with lube. I also coated my fingers, circling her puckered hole. "Relax, Bella. I won't hurt you," I whispered. She nodded and let out a deep sigh. Her body tension lessened and I was able to slip one of my fingers inside of her ass. Moving it slowly, I allowed her to become used to it before adding another finger. She was leaking wetness from her pussy, dripping down her leg. "Don't come, Bella. I want so badly to make love to you."
"I want you to make love to me," she said quietly. "Put it in, Edward. Please?"
I nodded before I slipped the plug into my hand. It was still warm, glittering under the bright light of the bedroom. "Relax, baby," I commanded gently as I placed the plug at her asshole. She sighed again and I slipped inside of her. Bella moaned, fisting her hand on the bedspread. "You okay?"
"Yeah, I am just so close," she said, her voice straining.
"Sit up," I said. She did and moved very stiffly. "I know it feels uncomfortable, but think when I'm inside of you."
"Not helping with the no orgasm thing," she laughed, smacking my arm. I smirked and helped her to her feet. I picked up the costume and dressed her carefully. With each movement, she lost the stiffness as she got used to the plug being inside of her. She looked like a walking sin. Her breasts were pushed together. Her stomach was flat and on full display with the skirt hanging low around her hips. I attached her 'collar' and manacles around her wrists. She was bound and looked like a perfect slave. "I'm guessing an hour before you take me back here to fuck my brains out."
"My dear Miss Swan, you underestimate my powers of restraint," I purred, gliding my fingers along her bare thigh, moving close to her core. She whimpered. I pulled on her collar lightly and kissed her, plundering her mouth with my tongue. She melted against me, eagerly nipping at my mouth. The phone rang and our party was starting. "You ready, Bella?"
"Ready to explode," she laughed anxiously. "Thank God these skirts are thick or everyone would know that I'm dripping down my thighs in need of you."
I took her hands and led her into the bathroom. I set her on the bathtub, moving her skirts out of the way. "Spread your legs," I demanded. She did and she was coated with her arousal. I picked up a towel, wiping down her swollen lips and cleaning her up. "A little better, yes?"
"Your cock is much more wanted," she replied dryly. I smirked at her and guiding us into the living room. She picked up the phone, allowing entry for Ben and Angela. The door opened and they walked in. Angela was dressed as Christine from the Phantom of the Opera with Ben as the Phantom. "I love your costume, Ang!" Bella squealed, hugging her friend.
"I love yours, Bella. Ben's been trying to get me to be Slave Leia for years but I do not have the body," Angela laughed, gawping at my girl's flat tummy. "Did you choose the costumes, Edward?"
"I'm a geek at heart," I shrugged, taking the platter of Jell-O shots. "What flavors do you have?"
"Raspberry with vanilla vodka," Ben pointed out to the red shot. "Lime with tequila, making it like a margarita. Pineapple with coconut rum and orange with amaretto."
"Oooh, those all sound sooooo good," Bella moaned.
"They're quite potent, too," Ben chuckled. "Angela and I got quite blitzed while we were making them last night."
"We also christened the kitchen counter," Angela snickered. "Who knew that Jell-O shots would bring out the animal in my normally reserved hubby?"
"Let's do one now," Bella purred, staring at me. I tugged on her hands, kissing her softly. "Please, master?"
"Later, slave," I growled.
"You two are so nauseating," Ben laughed.
"Shut up! They're cute," Angela scowled. "It's good to see you guys have your displays of affection. It's a little scary that you're calling each other master and slave, but you're playing a part. Right?"
"Yes, Angela," I chuckled. "Neither one of us is into that. We're just living out a fantasy tonight." The phone rang again. It was Paul, Jessica and Mike. Jessica and Mike were dressed as Greek gods, wearing togas and sandals. Paul was dressed as 'Magic Mike' with a pair of low-slung black pants, no shirt and a black tie around his neck. "Where's your man, Paul?"
"Robert has a work function he needed to attend. He'll be here around nine," Paul replied, kissing my cheek. "Did you two kiss and make up?"
"Multiple times, Paul," Bella snickered, draping herself over me. "Is Robert going to be in costume?"
"Yep. He's Big Dick Rick from Magic Mike. He's wearing the fireman's uniform. I was going to die when I saw him. I wanted to peel off his suspenders with my teeth," Paul moaned, clutching his hands over his chest.
"Down, boy," Bella laughed. "Do I need to break out the hose?"
"Nah. I just need booze," Paul shrugged. "You have some wine?" I nodded and led him to the kitchen, offering him the choice of red or white. He chose red. "I'm glad that you and Bella got over your argument. Did she tell you why?"
"It's all to do with Alec," I said, opening up a bottle of beer.
"Yep. The newspaper is awful, Edward. Within the month he's been here, twenty reporters have lost their jobs," Paul cringed. "This guy is such a douche canoe. He needs to go. I swear on my father's grave, he's the devil-incarnate."
"I'm looking up information about this guy," I said, arching a brow.
"Do you want me to be your eyes and ears inside the joint?" Paul asked giddily.
"And find out as much as you can, Paul. Be discreet," I hissed.
"I can be discreet. I may be gay and flamboyant to a fault, but when it comes to researching subjects for stories, discreet is my middle name. If there is dirt on this jack ass, I'll find it," Paul said determinedly.
"Don't do it on company time, Paul. I'd hate for you to…" I trailed off.
"Pssh," Paul replied. "I've already sent off my resumes to other newspapers. Hell, I may even start my own entertainment blog. Kind of like Perez Hilton, but with taste and true information. Portray these actors and actresses in the light they deserve."
"If you need an investor, I'm more than willing to help," I said.
"You're rich on top of being fuck-hot?" Paul squeaked. "Dude, you're like my own personal wet dream." He sighed and put his hand on my shoulder. "I'll let you know if I want your help in starting up the blog. I've got some capital right now; I'm just looking for web designers to make it work."
"I can do that, too," I smirked. Paul's eyes widened. "Seriously, man, I'm working on a computer game and if you want help on launching this site, I'd like to help. If not financially, then with the design."
"Can we meet up next weekend?" Paul asked, his voice quiet.
"It's a date, Paul," I said, shaking his hand. He didn't like that and he hugged me tightly, squealing like Alice. We broke a part and walked back to the living room. Bella was chatting with Angela and Jessica while Mike and Ben were fussing over the music that we had playing. The phone rang again and it was the security guard informing us that Marcus and his wife were here. They were dressed as Mr. and Mrs. Smith, complete with a tuxedo for Marcus and a slinky black dress for Diana, Marcus' wife. She even had a fake gun strapped around her thigh. The only people missing from the party were my sister and Jasper.
Bella's emails and phone calls to Becca had gone unanswered. She had prayed that Becca would show up, but as the night continued, Becca didn't arrive. Alice did, an hour and half late. There was an issue with Jasper's hair dye. It exploded and covered his skin, causing him to sit in the shower for an hour, washing the black dye from his body. So, Jasper was not raven-haired. He was his usual blonde color. It was weird to see Neo from The Matrix with blonde hair.
The party was in full-swing. Robert, Paul's boyfriend, arrived just before ten and he was a hoot. Not to mention a flirt. I thought Paul was bad, but Robert was much more a flirtatious guy. It was all in good fun, but it was odd to see my girl blush at the attention from another man. I knew he was very much in love with Paul, but the green-eyed monster reared its ugly head. I reminded Bella of our arrangement for when our guests left. I caressed her ass, pushing against her butt plug. Her blush deepened and she gave me a hungry glare. I just smiled softly, going to get more food.
Jasper had to be cut off around midnight. He was tongue fucking my sister. I nearly threw him in the shower to calm him down. Marcus and Diana had to leave a little after that, claiming they needed to relieve the babysitter. Alice, Angela, Bella and Jessica were dancing to some bad nineties music. Angela and Jessica were completely hammered. Alice was not as drunk, but still quite uninhibited. Bella was buzzed. She told me while she practically mounted me in the kitchen that she was keeping her wits about her so she could feel every inch of my body inside of her.
Around half-past one, Jasper passed out on the floor and that put the kibosh on the party. With the help of Ben, Mike, Robert and Paul, we moved Jasper to the guest bedroom and tucked him into the bed, removing his leather clothing. Paul took great joy in that, squealing when he saw that Jasper was commando underneath his leather breeches. Jasper didn't even stir. He just snored loudly, laying spread-eagled on the bed. Alice, in her drunken state, stumbled into the bedroom and began removing her leather outfit. I pushed the men out, closing the door behind me so I didn't see my naked sister. Our friends helped us clean up the bottles of beer along with plates of food before leaving.
We blew out the candles, flipped off the lights and walked to our bedroom. Bella was staring at me, begging for release with her deep, brown eyes. "Have you come, Isabella?" I asked, my voice deep with desire.
"No, but I'm aching for you, master," she crooned.
"Take off your clothes, Bella and lay on the bed with your hands above your head," I commanded. She smirked, slipping off the bra from her costume. Her breasts bounced free. Turning hypnotically, she lowered her skirts, revealing her jewel still encased in her ass. I stood behind her, grasping her hips. "Are you okay, Bella?"
"Yes," she breathed, rotating her hips against my growing erection. "How soon until I feel you where the jewel is?"
"Eager, aren't we?" I asked, kissing her neck. She moaned, nodding enthusiastically. "Not tonight, love. You will be tender. Perhaps in a week or two?" I cupped her ass before pressing against her plug. "You're stalling, Isabella. On the bed with your hands above your head." She crawled onto the bed, her back arched to display her ass to me. With a cheeky grin, Bella turned over, putting her hands above her head. She was stretched, her sexy body on display for me. I walked to the head of the bed and connected her manacles which were still around her wrists to the headboard. "No touching, Isabella. All of your pleasure will come from me. Do you understand?"
"Yes," she whimpered, rubbing her thighs together.
"Spread your legs," I barked. She complied immediately. Her pussy was red and needy, her juices flowing out of her readily.
"You're awfully overdressed, baby," she said, eyeing my clothes. "I'm naked and shackled to our bed. You're getting a show while I'm staring at you in your sexy leather pants. I'd rather be staring at your cock. Is it hard?"
I smirked, quickly unbuttoning my shirt and sliding it from my body. I crawled over her, straddling her body. I unbuttoned my pants, removing my straining arousal from its leather prison. "What do you think, Isabella?"
"Hmmm, I think I need to suck it," she purred, staring at the purple head of my cock. Her chocolate eyes captured mine. "Master, may I suck your cock?"
"Fuck," I whimpered as I moved closer to her mouth. She licked the tip of my cock before winking at me. I thrust my hips slightly and slid between her lips. I kept all of my weight off of her, fucking her mouth with my cock. Bella hummed and suckled around me appreciatively. Her teeth lightly crazed the skin of my erection, causing the most pleasurable tingles to erupt in my belly. "God, you look so fucking perfect sucking my cock."
Bella hummed around me, sucking in her cheeks around me. Her tongue swirled around the sensitive head. I was losing myself in her mouth, her enjoyment of doing this for me. My balls began to retreat closer to my body and I knew I was close to coming inside of her mouth.
"Oh, my GOD," I moaned, my body igniting in flames. "Bella, baby…I'm…" Bella must have known what was happening as she began bobbing her head in earnest, nipping lightly at my turgid skin. My orgasm zipped through me like lightening. Streams of my release shot down her throat and I bit back a roar of ecstasy, mindful of our houseguests. I rolled off her and collapsed on the bed. Bella was smacking her lips, smiling eagerly. "You look like a cat who got the cream."
"I did," she giggled. "Don't think this weird but your spunk tastes pretty good. What do you eat?"
"Food," I laughed. I arched a brow, curious as to what she was saying. I leaned over, kissing her deeply and tasting remnants of my release on her mouth and tongue. It wasn't offensive, but she definitely tasted better. "Not bad," I said against her mouth. "But, I need to taste you to make a fair comparison." I deepened our kiss and allowed my hands to travel over her body. When I reached between her legs, I found her drenched. Her folds were completely soaked with her arousal. "My, my, my," I crooned. "Does sucking me off make you wet?"
"A combination of tasting you, the plug inside of me and knowing that I walked around the entire night without panties," she panted.
"Do you want to come, Bella?" I asked, circling my finger just around her clit.
"Please, please, please, Edward. Please, may I come?" she pleaded.
"No begging, my gorgeous girl. You will come. Many times," I whispered, kissing her lips one last time before moving down her body. My lips wrapped around her breast and I flicked her nipple eagerly. Her moans were loud. Her body arched for me, desperately needing more of my touch, my caresses. I didn't stay attached to her breast for very long. I wanted…no, needed to taste her sweet, succulent nectar between her legs. It had taunted me since I placed the plug into her ass all those hours earlier. I lay between her legs, staring at her perfect, pink and wet sex. I licked my lips in anticipation before devouring her. She barked out a yelp when my tongue slid between her folds, gathering her wetness from the source.
Pressing wet kisses along her lower lips, I found her clit and flicked it with my tongue. My fingers slid into her body, moving easily in and out. Bella was rolling her hips and panting heavily. She was so close before. With my tongue flicking her sensitive bundle of nerves and my hands moving relentlessly inside of her pulsating pussy, she was bound to explode all over me.
"Edward, more!" she begged, looking down at me. "I need you, baby!"
"I want you to come like this, Isabella," I growled, biting down on her inner thigh. She bucked against me and I reattached my mouth to her sex. I didn't move until I felt the flutter around my fingers and an increase in the wetness pouring from her body. She was barely holding on and soon her body was going to experience the most awesome of pleasures.
"FUCK! EDWARD!" she screamed as she came. Her release exploded from her body. My fingers were cramped inside of her as I curled them up in her. I wanted her to be quiet because of Alice and Jasper, but hearing her come undone like this was so hot. I kept my mouth on her and fingers inside of her until she collapsed onto the bed, boneless and panting heavily. I kissed her clit once more, earning a shudder from my girl. "Your tongue…bronzed…holy hell…sucked me dry…"
"What?" I snickered, crawling up her body to hover over her.
"Don't mind me. You just drained me," she said, giving me a sated smile.
"So, you don't want me to make love to you?" I asked, kissing her neck to her ear. "I'm hard for you. Hearing you scream my name as I licked your sweet pussy…hmmm, it does things to me, Isabella."
"You're still wearing your pants," Bella said. "I'd help take them off, but I'm still shackled to the headboard."
"That you are, Miss Swan," I smirked. "On your hands and knees, Isabella. I want to see my cock slide in and out of you while I play with your jewel."
"Fuck me," she whimpered, turning onto her belly and rising up to all fours.
"That's the intention, slave," I growled, tossing my pants onto the floor. I lightly smacked her ass, earning a guttural moan from my girl. My dick was leaking and begging for action. So, I coated it with her wetness.
"Oh…Edward, please," she whimpered, turning to look at me. I lined myself up with her entrance, staring into her eyes as I slammed into her. "SHIT! So good! So FULL!" I smirked, pressing against her plug as I moved within her, slowly and deeply. I could feel it through the thin membrane of skin between her pussy and her ass.
"Do you like it when I fuck you like this?" I asked, gripping her hip.
"More, master," she panted, pushing against me. I obliged her, filling her with my erection. I could feel every inch of her quaking sex. With my right hand, I twisted her jewel and massaged her clit with my left. She was a mess of incoherent mumbles, glistening skin and clenching pussy muscles. Her center was gripping me so tightly that I could barely move. "Fuck! I'm going to come, master. Please, may I come? Please?"
"Just a little bit longer, Isabella," I panted out. Feeling her, making love to her, being with her…each time was surreal. The first time was magical. Each subsequent time had only gotten better. Tonight had been different. The taboo of the plug and our role play had made it dirtier. It was hot. It was reminiscent of Slutward, but I think I conveyed my true feelings to Bella. Even though we were fucking, I was still loving her.
"Edward, please!" she begged.
With a snarl, I increased the power behind my thrusts. She was shaking in ecstasy. Her hair was curled and her skin was flushed from exertion. I know I was sweating from the sheer amount of energy it was taking for me to bring us both to the brink of pleasure. Bella's muscles clenched around me and she buried her face in the pillow while her release covered me. Her body caused mine to do the same and I came deep inside of her. I kept thrusting until my cock softened and slipped out of her. I fell forward, pressing my cheek to her back and breathing heavily.
"Wow," she said, falling onto the bed in a tired heap.
"Uh huh," I replied, laying on my back. "That was…"
"Fucking amazing," Bella smirked. "But, I'd like my hands back and this thing in my ass is starting to drive me nuts."
I released her hands first. She rolled her wrists and lowered her arms. While she stretched out, I got a cool washcloth. "On your knees, baby," I said. She complied and watched over her shoulder as I removed the plug and gently wiped down her ass with the washcloth. "You okay?"
"You're right about it being tender," she frowned. "Thank you for taking care of me."
"Stainless steel is not as forgiving as a cock," I snorted. "And you're welcome, gorgeous girl. I love you."
"I love you, too, baby. Tonight was fun, but…" she said, making a face.
"I'm with you. Next time we role play, you get to control me," I winked.
Bella rolled her eyes before getting out of bed to get dressed in some pajamas. Normally, I'm all for sleeping naked but since my sister and her drunk boyfriend are in the next room over, we both opt to get dressed.
We also had to strip the bed. Our lovemaking tonight was quite messy. So, after putting on fresh sheets, we climbed into bed around three in the morning.
The next morning, Alice and Jasper were hung over and confused as to why they were in the guest room. Bella fed them some good grease before sending me with them back to their hotel to recuperate from their Jell-O shot binge. On Monday, Bella went back to work, grumbling all morning before she left. I spent the day with my sister and Jasper, shopping and hanging out. Alice was on a baby-buying binge, finding cool things for the newest member of the Cullen clan. I found the baby a cute onesie that said 'Who's your daddy?' with Darth Vader's face on it.
That night, Bella, Alice, Jasper and I went out for dinner. Alice told Bella about Rose's baby and the plans for New Year's Eve/Christmas Celebration while we were going to be down in Brazil. It sounded like a blow out, but a lot of fun. It was going to be a masque. It made excited to be going home. Wearing a tuxedo with a mask while Bella wore a ball gown? Yes and please.
That got my mind churning. Alice was leaving tomorrow, late. I needed her help before she flew back to Rio. I sent her at text from the bathroom of the apartment. Ali, I need you to help me choose an engagement ring for Bella – E
Meet me at the hotel by ten. We'll find you something perfect for your girl – Ali
Did I tell you that I love you, Ali-cat? – E
You just did, Edward *giggles* - A
I do love you, Alice. Thank you for helping me – E
Love you, too, big brother. Now how big of a diamond do you want? – A
A/n: How was that lemon? I need new panties after that one. Pictures of that lemon will be on my tumblr. Link for that is on my profile. Pictures of Halloween will be on my blog (link also on my profile). Also, Edward's looking for rings! WOOT WOOT! Anyhow, we've got some things to address…Bella's job. What is up with Alec Wright? Can he smash the constitutional rights like that? What's he hiding? Also, what's up with Becca?
Up next will be some drama at Bella's job, some news about Becca, Thanksgiving, and stuff with Edward's game. Now, I'm going to be flipping POVs during this next chapter because of the nature of it. I don't like to do it, normally, but it'll make sense once you read it.
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