Disclaimer: The characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, but the story is entirely mine. Copying, whether partial or total, is PROHIBITED. Say NO to plagiarism. CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES +18.

This story it being written in spanish, it's in progress, you can read it in my profile

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Writer: Baisers Ardents

Spanish editor: Karla Ragnard

Translator: Elena Riuz - Karla Ragnard

English editor: Readergoof

CHAPTER 2: The Lieutenant

She didn't know how long she'd laid there, in the mud, struggling between the thoughts of staying where she was continuing to lose her dignity, or to get up and go hide in shame.

"Miss!" Exclaimed a man, who was carrying an umbrella over his head.

Bella could barely pull her face out of the dirt, noticing that he was a handsome gentleman dressed in an impeccable black suit. He was a tall, native American with short hair, and broad shoulders. He approached her with a very worried look.

"Oh God! Let me help you up," he said, giving her a hand.

Bella was barely holding herself together. She'd lost her impressive, powerful figure due to her broken heel causing her to stand awkwardly, losing several inches of height. Not to mention being almost encased in mud, gravel, and grit.

"For God's sake, what happened to you? How did you end up like this," he asked, trying to clean her face with his neat handkerchief.

Despite her great pride, which made showing weakness unacceptable to her, she was currently very vulnerable; and she didn't have it within herself to restrain the handsome man. However, as he continued his efforts, the feeling of having a semi-clean face was enough to bolster her spirit allowing her to breathe and relax.

"A damn man!" She groaned, remembering the man who had left her without even looking at what he had done to her with his beastly truck.

"What a disgrace."

"Thank you…," She said, leaving it open so he could fill in his name.

"Jacob Black," he replied, "I've only recently arrived in the city."

"A pleasure to meet you, Jacob. I'm Isabella Swan."

"The pleasure is all mine, Isabella."

He continued his efforts to wipe off her face, nothing giving him pause, until he fully noticed her big brown eyes. They immediately made him want to surrender and fall, beholden, at her feet.

Jacob led her to her car, a red Mercedes Benz that she took pride in and liked to lord over men. Arriving at the car, they leaned on the edge of the driver's side window looking at each other as he continued to tenderly clean her face. He felt that no human mud statue could be as beautiful as her.

"Thank you very much, Jacob," Isabella said, giving him a smile of sincere thanks.

"Well, what about you?" He asked suddenly. He had been so mesmerized by Isabella's beautiful eyes that he ended up saying the first thing that came to mind.

"I'm sorry," he added, shaking his head. "Here, I'm a lawyer." He held out one of his cards to her. "In case you want to sue the owner of the truck."

She frowned. The situation was becoming a little weird, and she started to think he was trying to pick her up and give her his phone number.

"Sue him? Is it illegal to cover a woman in the mud?" Of course she knew the answer was no…unfortunately.

"I... We can find a way to make him pay," he offered.

Bella laughed and put the card away. "I don't think it's necessary, Jacob. Have a nice day, and, again, thank you for helping me. It was kind of you ."

"You're welcome, Isabella."

She started the car as she watched the man leave, half-stumbling, stunned by the natural beauty of Isabella - the psychologist just fired from her job. A job that provided all she needed to fulfill her whims and allowed her child to live in the best possible way. Now, what was left?

As her car idled she sat there, her hands gripping the steering wheel and her eyes staring straight ahead, refusing to cry over the day's injustices. Fervently hating the power of men and their prevailing fear of losing their status as the ones in charge of, their dominance over, female pleasure.

All her life she had fought those slave drivers, and now it had cost her her job. But despite it all, she had got a lot of pleasure out of having yelled at the pair of pigs.

However, the humiliation had reached its peak and, suddenly, she began to genuinely cry; tears that only appeared when her self-worth had been shattered.

Just at that very moment, she received a call from her son, Tony, her life's treasure and a source of great pride. He was the only one she was willing to go through the worst of any work and social hardships, just in order for him to be happy and healthy.

"Tony...," she groaned, not being able to hide the hatred she felt for these men.

Classical music was heard in the background and it suddenly stopped. "Oh no, what's up, Mom?"

Hearing his voice always calmed her. He was seventeen, but he would always be her little one, and he knew it too.

Despite their mother and son relationship they were, also, best friends. Theirs was a relationship that she considered one of her greatest achievements.

"I yelled at the pair of pigs," she whispered.

There was silence, then he asked, "Were you fired?"

"Yes."

"Oh, Mom. Come home, do you want some hot chocolate?"

"Please," she moaned.

"Sex & The City?"

"Yeah," her voice, a sigh.

"I'll be waiting."

When she hung up with her son, she looked up and saw a guy returning to his truck. His hoodie's sleeves were pushed up displaying the beautiful and fierce tattoos on his well-muscled arms. She, impulsively, almost got out of the car to go lick them. However, she recognized and remembered him as the idiot who had covered her in mud. So pulling out of her parking spot, she accelerated as she passed him and taking advantage of the same mud and water, splashed all she could on him. The only thing she could see in the rear-view mirror as she pulled away was his stunning copper hair.

Bella smiled, feeling satisfied with her small act of retribution.

As she sped off in her fancy red car, her victim was unable to catch the look she'd given him in her rearview mirror. But he did believe her actions seemed to be vindictive and hostile. The whole incident left him feeling both bewildered and angry.

"Edward! What happened to you?" The blonde woman asked, approaching him having just returned.

He turned angrily and tried to wipe the mud out of his eyes, grumbling.

"This is all your fault!" The man reproached her, noticing her red tear-stained cheeks.

Who knew that a lieutenant of the United States Army, who had been in the worst possible situations in the Middle East, could feel so disgusted by the mud of his own country?

"Be... because of me?" She stammered, beginning to cry, again.

Edward Cullen, too tired of her childish outbursts, simply hugged her sharing his mud, completely aware she was disgusted by it.

"Who knew I would have such a sensitive sister?" He sighed, looking up at the sky.

"It's just…," No, she held back and kept crying.

"Hey, I've told you a thousand times that Mom and Dad aren't going to kill you for this."

"So you think? Edward, I'm not married!" She screeched.

"I know Mom and Dad wanted you to get married and finish college before you got pregnant, but we're talking about Dad here. Carlisle... Not him."

"What if he does find out?"

"He won't. But if he does and tries to do something, I'll kick his ass."

Rosalie, his eighteen-year-old sister, raised her eyebrows in fear of this. She hated the idea.

"Besides, Rose… Who would actually be the one to kick your ass for you ending up in this situation? Mom? Dad?" He took a deep breath, "Come on, Rose, you have to cut me some slack here. You welcomed me home with news of atom bomb proportions."

He had spent too much time in the Middle East, putting his seventeen-year-old son through some things that he monumentally regretted. However, their situation had vastly improved with his decision to return home; and with his son's new found happiness he felt, a small bit, redeemed. Deciding to return home had been a complex process, especially for him. He needed to re-learn life away from the army, having just retired.

"Are you happy for me?" Rosalie asked.

"I'm very happy. You are my little sister, I raised you along with Ness, don't you remember?" He tugged on her nose, making her laugh. "Man… I can't believe you're having a baby."

"You're the first to know."

"Rose, we're all going to help you, I promise. May I know who the father is?"

"No!"

"What!?"

"Are we going home?" Rose asked, hoping to change the subject.

Edward snorted and looked back up at the sky. "Do you promise not to cry again?"

"Are you saying I'm a crybaby?" Rosalie whined, showing bright, sad eyes.

"Yes. Come on, we should go home."

They got into the huge truck that had wreaked havoc on a certain woman, and when he was getting ready to drive, Rosalie looked at him with soulful eyes.

"Tell me you'll stay forever."

"It's for… ever," He gave her a crooked grin.

"Seriously?!" She squealed.

"Yes, I bought a house in a good neighborhood, so Ness can have a life more in line with his age." He's at that stage, you know.

"Eek! I'm so happy!"

He smiled at his sister, reminded once again that his return in-country, after being away for so long, was a historic event for everyone.

Edward sighed, hoping that the neighborhood would welcome them. It had been a long time since he had lived a normal, civilian life. He just hoped his new neighbors were nice, at least to his son, because even he knew that at times, he was far from it.

Hello everyone, thank you for your support. The next chapter will be soon, I'm still writing this story in spanish, it's an incredible adventure

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