Four

EPOV

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The Green Eyed Monster

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As the last note of the night rang out, I glanced around the bar, but I was finding it hard to spot Bella. Typically, she was front and center, but she must have gotten caught up when Angela finally arrived after the first set.

"Thanks for coming out!" I yelled into the microphone. "I'm Edward Cullen and we're Midnight Oil. We'll be back next weekend to rock this place again!"

I jumped from the stage, shaking a few hands of new and old fans. I stopped and chatted with a few people, not wanting to seem rude, but I really needed to get to my girl.

Finally, I made my way to the bar, but what I saw wasn't what I expected.

There, standing at the bar, was Bella, being chatted up by some dude. I was secure enough in myself to admit that he was the definition of tall, dark and handsome.

As I continued to watch them, my stomach dropped. I wondered if I'd been fooling myself all these months. While I stood at six-foot-two, and at least 275 pounds, with a mess of long, unruly curls and a thick, scruffy beard, she was gorgeous with a hard little body. I was so far out of her league, it wasn't funny.

Besides, even if I was as attractive as she was, what the hell would she want with an insurance claim rep slash wannabe rockstar? I had nothing to offer her but a mediocre life.

What if I was just a passing fancy for her? I knew she'd agreed to marry me, so I shouldn't have had all these doubts. But I supposed they'd always been in the back of my mind. And seeing the evidence of just how physically incompatible we were brought it to the forefront.

I turned to leave and head back to the half-assed green room the bar provided when she called out.

"Edward?"

I froze in my spot, taking a deep breath before turning around. The sight I was met with pushed out all the air I'd just put into my lungs. Her smile was huge and her eyes were bright as she ran over to me, jumping into my arms.

She wrapped her arms around my neck and her legs around my waist. I slipped my hands down to cup her ass, holding her against me.

I closed my eyes and breathed her in. Everything I'd been feeling moments ago—all my insecurities—melted away. There was no doubt of the love she had for me.

"You were so good up there, daddy. You looked so fucking hot," she purred in my ear.

I swallowed thickly, groaning against her neck as I felt myself instantly harden at her words. "You're gonna get yourself in trouble, feeding my ego like that, little girl."

She pulled back, gazing up at me, her eyes dark with want. She bit her lip momentarily, knowing exactly what that did to me. "But what if I like it when I'm in trouble with you, daddy?"

I closed my eyes, trying my best to gain control of myself. If she didn't stop soon, I couldn't be held accountable for my actions. I let my teeth graze her earlobe as I whispered, "You gotta stop, Bella. I'm one step away from planting your ass on the bar and devouring that pussy."

"Oh, God." She whimpered, burying her face in the crook of my neck.

"Uh, Bella?"

I glanced up and was met with the face of the guy she was chatting with at the bar.

"Oh, Paul!" Bella pushed off of me, slipping down my body and onto her feet. "Paul, this is my fiancé, Edward. And Edward, this is Paul, he's in my literature class."

Paul reached out a hand and I grasped it in mine, adding more pressure than necessary. I'd seen the way he had looked at her earlier.

"It's nice to meet you. You were great up there, man. Bella, you never mentioned that you were engaged." He smirked in my direction.

I pulled Bella back against my chest, wrapping an arm around her waist. I lifted her left hand, lacing our fingers together. "Thanks. I think the huge rock on her finger should have been enough."

"I, uh, guess I never noticed it."

I raised my eyebrows. "Probably because you've been too busy looking at her tits."

"Edward!" Bella shouted, untwisting herself from my arms. "What has gotten into you! Paul I'm—"

"It's whatever, Bella. Look, I'll see you in class on Monday."

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The car ride home was silent as Bella sat beside me, fuming.

And once we made it home, she walked straight inside and to the bedroom, slamming the door behind her.

I sighed heavily as I threw myself down on the couch, running my fingers through my hair. I knew what I'd said to Paul was out of line. But having watched them from a distance, Paul's eyes had hardly left her cleavage. I obviously knew that Bella was a gorgeous woman and that she turned heads wherever she went, but she was mine.

But that didn't mean I could be a dick and continue to let my insecurities get the best of me. Especially when it caused me to disrespect her at the same time.

I pulled myself up from the couch, walking down the hallway and opening the bedroom door. Bella was curled up on the bed, under the blankets.

"Bella, I—"

"Go away, Edward," she mumbled.

I sat down beside her, running my hand over her blanket-covered form. "I'll sleep on the couch if that's what you want, but I just wanted to tell you I'm sorry. It was a real dick move on my part."

She popped her head out of the covers, glaring at me. "Do you have any idea how much you embarrassed me? I have to see him every week, Edward! What the hell got into you?"

"I was jealous. I saw you two together and—"

She sat up, her eyes narrowing at me. "Jealous? Don't you trust me? You know that I'd never do anything to hurt you. I'm not Jessica, I wouldn't ever cheat on you."

I grasped her hand in mine. "I know that, I really do. Baby, it has nothing to do with you and everything to do with me. I'm not always as confident as I seem. And when I saw you two together, I wondered what you saw in me. What could I offer you? I can't buy you the most expensive home or jewelry, we'll always be comfortable, but—you deserve the best of everything."

Her face softened as she shifted and climbed onto my lap. She threaded her fingers through my hair, tugging on it lightly. "Daddy," she whispered, "I love you. Don't you understand that you've already given me the best of everything? I feel safe with you, I feel like I finally have a home. And I don't mean this apartment, I mean you. You're my home, Edward."

I slipped my hands to her waist. "I love you so much and I—" I was cut off as she pressed her lips to mine, kissing me deeply.

"You're not the only one who gets jealous, you know. You're not the one in the crowd constantly hearing girls talk about how much they'd want to fuck you."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Come on, Bella."

"I'm serious! And they don't even know you have a huge dick, it's just from the energy you put out." She smirked as she rolled her hips over me to emphasize her point. "But it's all mine, isn't it, daddy? Just like all of me is yours."

She slid my hands up from her waist to cup her tits. "These, that you were so concerned about Paul looking at, they're yours. My mind, my body and my soul are yours."

By this point I was breathing heavily, my cock straining painfully against my jeans. "Fuck, little girl, you're gonna get it," I growled.

She squealed as I flipped her onto her back so that I was hovering over her. I nipped and sucked at her neck, hoping to leave a mark for the world to see. "You're mine."

In a matter of moments, we helped each other shed our clothes, and I was finally buried deep inside of her. "Fuck, you always feel so damn good," I grunted as continued to thrust. "This pussy is mine."

Our moans were loud as her nails scraped down my back, causing the most delicious burn. I loved knowing the marks would remain on my skin for days. Her back arched as her hips met mine, thrust for thrust. "It's all yours, daddy."

I captured her mouth with mine, kissing her roughly and biting at her bottom lip. "I want you to come for me," I panted. "can you do that?"

Bella's hand slipped between us, finding her clit. It wasn't long before I felt her walls convulse around me and she gasped, crying out my name. I followed behind quickly, spilling deep inside of her.

I pulled her against me, pressing a kiss to her hair. "I really am sorry I was such an ass tonight."