Chapter 8

EPOV

I sighed as I listened to the phone ring in my ear. The last thing I wanted to do was chat with Victoria, but it was my obligation as her fiancé and soon to be husband. We had to keep up pretenses.

She finally picked up, her voice fake and sickeningly sweet. "Hello?"

"Vicky," I drawled out.

"Edward!" she squealed, and I knew she must have company over if she was putting on such a show over a phone call. "How are you, darling?"

"Doing fine. I was calling to check up on you, make sure you're doing alright."

"Yes, I'm doing fine. Your mother is here along with my sister. We were just going over the seating chart. Would you like to speak with your mother?"

I rolled my eyes, even though she couldn't see me. If I never had to speak to that woman again, I'd be fine with it. Victoria had nothing on my mother when it came to putting on a show. "No, I was just checking in. I've got to head out. Tell the mailman I said hi," I snuck in, hanging up before she could form a response.

Really, I didn't hold it against her that she banged every milkman, mailman or delivery man that stopped by her house. We both realized there was no love lost between us. But between me taking over for my father in the next few years and her father owning one of the largest oil rigs that we wanted to gain access to, it just made sense.

I marry his loose, spinster daughter and take her off his hands, he gives us access to his rig.

I had to give her credit, though; she was at least willing to play the part of the obedient housewife. I felt secure in the fact that she'd take my word as law, that she'd never question my judgment. I knew my suits would always be pressed, my dinner hot on the table when I walked through the door, and no one to break my heart.

Unlike Bella, who was free spirited and ready to take on the world. After the other night, I couldn't deny she was fun, but she wasn't what anyone needed in a wife, nor did she want to be one, anyway.

I turned the piece of paper over in my hand where she'd written her phone number. She was the worst kind of dangerous. She drew people in with those big eyes and even bigger tits, and then there was that smart mouth. I could just tell she didn't hold her tongue while getting fucked. She was sure to tell you to do it harder, faster. Not like some of the broads I laid with who were happy just to feel a hard cock.

All I wanted was to get my dick wet and have a little fun. And after the night we'd spent together smoking and listening to music, I knew I was finally starting to break her down. I could see it in her eyes, feel it in the way she ran her fingers through my hair.

I groaned, feeling my cock strain against my pants at the thought of the way she'd straddled my lap, the heat of her warm center pressing down on me. The way her lips molded against mine as the smoke swirled around us.

I picked the phone back up, dialing her number. This was nothing more than a chase for a little fun and some good pussy. I wouldn't let it be anything else.

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"I wasn't sure you'd actually agree to see me, what with your response to the last time I tried to take you to dinner."

She rolled her eyes at me before she picked up her burger, taking a bite out of it and talking with her mouth full. "A diner with burgers and fries." She gestured at her plate. "Much different from what you had planned."

I sat back in the booth, crossing my arms along my chest. I was annoyed at the fact that she couldn't appreciate that I'd tried to do something special for her. "You know, it's funny Bella, you keep telling me no, no, no, yet every time I ask to see you, here you are."

"Edward."

I ignored her warning tone. "We both know I want you, Bella. I get that you're hesitant, but you haven't really listened to me yet. You think I'm out here breaking my fiancée's heart, but what if I told you she's stepped out on me, too?" I moved from my side of the table, sliding in next to her. I slipped a finger under her chin, tipping her face up toward mine. "My being hundreds of miles away isn't such a drag for her, sweetheart. Our marriage is merely a business deal."

"This is supposed to make me feel better? All it does is make me feel sad for you. Don't you want somebody to love?"

"Love won't make me money."

She pulled away from me, tearing small pieces from her napkin and avoiding eye contact.

"I'm not looking for love, Bella, and you're not looking to settle down. But I am looking to have fun. I had fun with you the other night. Can't we just spend time together, smoke some pot, and if we end up fucking, all the better. I'll be gone in three weeks, and you'll most likely never see me again."

Her shoulders rose and fell with her sigh. "She's really stepping out on you, too?"

"You want the phone number of the milkman? Maybe the mailman?" I grinned at her.

"If they're any good in bed, sure." She tossed her napkin at me. "You want to have fun? Well, let's go get stoned."

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She pushed me down onto her couch, her dress riding up way past being decent as she straddled my thighs.

"I've got to be losing it to ask you this question, sweetheart, but what did I say that changed your mind?"

She smirked at me. "Who said I changed my mind? I still think you're a pig."

I wasn't going to question her any further. Instead, I watched her put the joint to her lips and light it. Just like the last time, she inhaled before pressing her lips to mine, except this time there was more passion, more desire. Her free hand slid through my hair. Her lips moved against mine, wisps of smoke escaping as we kissed.

I groaned as we broke apart, breathing out whatever was left of the smoke we'd shared. I dug my fingers into her waist as she tried to climb off my lap, pressing my hips up. "You feel that?" I whispered.

A small gasp escaped her lips as she felt me hard and straining. She moaned quietly as she ground against me. "Shit."

"Give me that." I grabbed her hand, bringing the joint to my lips, inhaling and holding it in my lungs. She closed her eyes as I gripped her face between my hands, bringing my mouth to hers, but never letting our lips touch. I wanted to make her just as crazy as she made me.

"Fuck, that's—"

She was cut off suddenly by someone banging on her door. "Bella!" the man on the other side shouted. "I know you're in there!" The pounding grew more incessant.

"God damn it," she muttered as she climbed off my lap to open the door.

Neither of us expected what happened next.

Uh oh. who is it?!

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