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"Blondie looks like a model," Em whispers in my ear.
I'd shove him, but Edward is watching. "Fuck off."
"Really, this is your worst idea yet, Bell."
I drain my martini, slicing an olive with my fangs.
I don't even taste it going down because the jealousy in my chest has risen and is spilling out of me.
I'm not discreet with my staring.
Edward's not touching her, but they're close and engaged in a conversation.
He looks interested.
Enthralled.
Maybe he's telling her all of the things he'll do to her with his experienced mouth.
I order another drink.
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"This place is fucking amazing," Lauren murmurs.
"It is." I nearly comment on Edward's custom closet. I catch myself, sighing.
Emmett grabs more food, and I take in the decor. The twinkling lights. Poinsettias. Garland hung with care. A lot of it wasn't here this morning. Edward must've had someone decorate at the last minute.
"Ladies." Edward's next to me.
Lauren gushes about his home, but Edward doesn't even look at her.
"I like your hair like that," he tells me, eyeing my exposed neck; collarbone.
Lauren openly gapes.
I hesitate.
Heart swelling.
It seems he's being purposefully obvious.
"Thanks."
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My gaze darts past Edward's shoulder, finding his date watching us. A bemused smile on her lips.
I wonder if she knows about me. Knows he was between my legs this morning. That he sent roses.
Maybe he gives her the same treatment. His time, attention. Romantic dinners and love-making.
Love.
I breathe.
I can't be mad when I told him to bring her.
But then I overhear her telling someone how she came here this afternoon to finish decorating. I'm hurt.
She showed up after I left.
I feel incredibly stupid and excuse myself to find Emmett.
Edward watches.