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DISCLAIMER: THE STORY DOESN'T BELONG TO ME; THE CHARACTERS ARE PROPERTY OF S. MEYER AND THE PLOT BELONGS TO ANN ARSTON ARA.

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¡GRACIAS ANN, POR DARME ESTA OPORTUNIDAD!

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Chapter 16

Men, but what men

POV Bella.

"And so..." Edward started to say. I didn't let him speak. I wanted a hot fucking kiss, and I was going to get it. After all, he was in his right mind today.

"Is he your boyfriend?" he distracted me, and then an idea lit up my light bulb. I smiled broadly.

"Do you think I' d do this if he was?" And without giving us time to think, I kissed him. Well, at least I thought so, as Edward quickly took control of my mouth and shit, shit, SHIT.

What a kiss.

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"Are you going to tell me why you're here? Sure, apart from the apologies and that," I said, hanging on his neck. You heard right: I'm gladly hanging on Edward's fucking hot nerd's neck! Who has his dominant hands on my waist and is looking at me through his glasses. Shit, he's hot the bastard, all blushed like that.

Feel jealous babes

Edward wrinkled his nose and mumbled:

"Rosalie threatened to kill me and then there's the fact that I want you to go with me to the video shoots tomorrow..."

"Wait, wait. What…What did you say?" Is he inviting me to go to a video shoot?! Oops! I interrupted him. I shrieked and jumped in his arms and didn't give a damn about looking crazy in front of the neighbors. Then I let go of his grip, frowned, and folded my arms even though he was smiling openly.

"Are you sure about this?" Edward fixed his glasses and nodded, scratching the back of his neck.

"Well, if you want," he whispered after clearing his throat. I nodded repeatedly, feeling suddenly nervous, not knowing how to behave. Edward stroked my cheek and well. Then he drove off in his car leaving me in a daze, again.

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Alice, my faithful companion whistled beside me, in amazement, when she saw the car waiting for me at the entrance of the building next to the crazy driver, who looked like a chihuahua with lots of curly hair and tiny eyes. She had a lot to tell me about Jasper, but she hadn't said anything yet. I'd catch her and she'd tell me everything. She's not going to get away.

"Miss Swan, Miss Brandon," he said, opening the car door for us. Alice smiled broadly and, well, I couldn't help the smile that spread across my face either. A woman couldn't help but smile at having a limousine at her disposal.

Yeah…

The Roger New York is a five-star hotel where skeletal blondes smile at you and even speak to you in Chinese if you ask them to. Of course, you have to show them a few hundred-dollar bucks first. I would pretend to know the eighth wonder of the world if someone would show me a couple of two hundred. There are all kinds of people with all kinds of business dealings staying in the luxurious rooms, people covered to the teeth in bills.

Rosalie was waiting for us at the entrance with a huge smile that well... I won't say it embarrassed me, as her eyes told me she knew everything, or at least that she knew something that I possibly didn't.

A pompous blonde looked at us like a money stamp and smiled broadly, greeting us with a thick southern accent that she was trying to disguise

"Welcome to the Roger Williams Hotel in New York. How can I help you?" Rosalie's eyes glowed darkly, and she grabbed my shoulders before leaving me with my mouth open.

"My best friend is Greek but speaks Russian, you know the switch and the language confusion. The poor thing was raised by a Thai nanny and doesn't speak English." I opened and closed my mouth, like a fish out of water, trying to say something, but Rosalie squeezed my shoulder with a fucking herculean strength, leaving me mute. Shit, the blonde is going to rip my arm off.

Blonde number two smiled and greeted me in Russian, I guess, then started talking and talking in the other language until Edward came in, looking at us like we were crazy.

Okay, I accept it: I am crazy, but not like this. Rosalie couldn't take it anymore and burst out laughing clutching her stomach while I gasped as a fish and Edward looked at her as if she had two heads.

"Is something wrong?" That made Rosalie laugh even more and the blonde behind the counter blushed, or well, that could also be attributed to the fact that she was looking at my... Edward like he was the best chocolate and he's mine. Or...his mother's

And I'm defending the mother-in-law's interests!

"Mr. Cullen, welcome to the Roger Williams Hotel New York. Let me say it's an honor to have you with us." Edward nodded without paying much attention to the blonde, who I wanted to, very unkindly, poke her eyes out with her pen or my fingernails. She smiled politely ignoring us completely.

"Your reservation is ready. Shall I ask for you to be escorted to your room?" The blonde suggested in a voice that, I guess, she thought was "sultry". WHO the hell does she think she is to be hitting on MY man? She was about to jump on her when a man appeared behind the dyed blonde.

"Samantha, Mr. Cullen is here on business." The blonde Samantha jumped as if she had been electrocuted and walked away from us pretending to look for something. The man to whom I could not pay much attention, because Edward decided at that moment to kiss my cheek, surprising us all, spoke, addressing Rosalie.

"Mrs. Cullen, everything is as you requested. If you need anything else, don't hesitate to let me know." Rosalie started talking to the hotel manager about tight security and things I didn't understand, as he led us to the suite where the video would be signed.

The film crew had arrived at the hotel yesterday and were just waiting for Blake Vidance while the girls were getting their makeup done to be ready. There were people everywhere, but the star had not arrived. The presidential suite had a beautiful balcony that overlooked all of New York. There was a huge bed with a very nice wood finish, a white vase with a strange silhouette, which would surely be worth more than the apartment where I live, but most beautiful of all were the paintings. None of them were by recognized authors, they were pure art, horses made on simple canvas without colors. Details that exposed freedom...

"Does someone want to tell me where my star is?" A not at all masculine voice distracted me, forcing me to turn around to see how a tall man entered, who could well be a men's underwear model and I wouldn't be angry at all. On the contrary, I would be his admirer. His black hair was a temptation, as were his dark brown eyes, his arms were perfect, and, shit, his chest might as well serve as a washboard. If you catch my drift, he was a man with a... woman's voice.

When in my past life have I ever done anything wrong to put up with this?

A fucking attractive and delicious gay man!

And I have nothing against anyone's sexual preferences, I'll make that clear, but every woman would see such a specimen and well, afterward pout in disappointment, as I did. This had to be Jace Luvitrier, the man all the girls feared.

"Who is the brunette?" His question brought me back to reality again. Edward answered for me.

"Miss Swan is the choreographer of the blondes you asked for." Jace looked at me, tilting his face mischievously.

"Oh yes, she's the prostitute dancer" Shit, he hadn't just called me a prostitute!

"But who do you think you are, you piece of sh...?" I started to say but I couldn't finish because Alice grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the murder I was about to commit.

"Look at the kind of people you're messing with, Edward," remarked the very... I don't want to offend the gay guy... But shit, if he fucks* with me, I'm going to fuck with him and not in a good way.

"I remind you, Jace, I'm paying you to direct a video, not my working life," Edward growled, causing us all to fall silent at how gruff his voice sounded. Jace turned around, like the big diva he thought he was, and then the door opened again revealing a huge amount of men. There were about ten large men, like soccer players, surrounding another slightly smaller one.

As if he were the president, Blake Vidance entered quietly typing on his cell phone and when he noticed the silence, he raised his familiar sapphire blue eyes, smiling openly. He was dressed in a white t-shirt that said "I am the world" and tight black pants, his blond hair was tied up in a ponytail... The idiot, and I call him that because I don't like pretentious people, is a real drop-dead gorgeous guy too.

"Hey!" he waved looking at all of us and then dispersed the bodyguards with a dry shake of his head. He put away his iPhone 6 plus and looked at all of us expectantly.

"Should we get started?" Jace started giving orders back and forth and two girls lay down on the bed. The super gay director stood in place before shouting:

"Action!"

The music was superb, and the single was really good. The plot of the video not so much. Typical butch, surrounded by cute girls who seem desperate to be with him and wouldn't mind being his rug as long as the super man would give them some attention. But what can you expect from this great director? But hey, the fucking asshole owed me, and I was going to collect them all in full.

"It's so cliché," I said, standing behind Jace, making him wince and scream:

"Cuuuuut!" Several people exclaimed in annoyance, but Jace ignored that and just turned to look at me with a total hateful face. Yeah, I guess I had pissed him off. Fuck him.

"What did you say?" He asked very slowly as if he didn't believe what he'd heard, so I repeated it.

"It's very cliché," Edward blanched, Rosalie gasped, and the girls looked at me like I was a freak. Alice, my dearest Alice, grinned openly.

Yes... VENGEANCE.

"Jace..." Blake started to say as he saw him turn red as a tomato. I sat and waited for him to return to his normal color. When he finally did, he squealed, clenching his hands like a child whose toy has been taken away. For God's sake, is he a man or a six-year-old boy?

"Who's making the video? I'm doing it or would you rather do it?" he grunted, and it even sounded manly! I smiled and replied as if I hadn't done anything.

"I was just giving you my opinion."

I heard the crazy director's gears rolling in his head and I think he was about to have a stroke.

When he finally managed to get the calm he needed to continue, after an extremely long while, the video shoot resumed.

Everything was going "fine", that is, the asshole director shouting orders back and forth like he was the master of the world, the protagonist passing everything, and the girls running as if their lives depended on it.

It was all going like that until Moli went pale and shit, I ran up to her, interrupting the shot in a not very polite way. Moli fell to the ground, but I managed to keep her from hurting herself, nonetheless. Alice ran to help me, as did Rosalie, while Jace said behind my back 'Inhale fury exhale love.' like a mantra. I turned and looked at him sideways. I swear I'm going to beat the shit out of him so he can have all the love he wants.

"Inhale whatever you want, but I need cold water," Jace opened his mouth and then frowned.

"I'm not your servant."

"Edward?" I said about to kill the cat. Edward picked up the room phone and a waiter came in with a cart within seconds. We helped Moli sit down and after she recovered Jace continued with his take and of course saying that rage and love nonsense.

"You look beautiful," Edward whispered next to me, stroking my arm so gently it was making my hair stand on end.

"And you're a little distracted. Are you okay?" I couldn't help but ask since it was as I had seen him, distant. Edward stared at me, and I could see a lot of emotions in his eyes. It went from uncertainty to sorrow and then to determination as if he had made up his mind and was going for it.

"Do you want to... have... dinner... with me tonight?" He blushed and well, maybe I did too, just a little.

"Yep," Edward smiled and let out the air he was holding and then took my hand and kissed my knuckles.

Well, I'm going to have dinner with Edward. Shit. I'm having dinner with Edward!

If he fucks with me, I'm going to fuck with him and not in a good way: okay, so, in Spanish (especially in Latin American) is common to use the word "joder" (fuck) as messing with someone AND sleeping with someone too. Our vocabulary uses the same word for lots of things but be careful because it all depends on the country you're in!

Here's another chapter, returning to the main plot of the story. Bella has a bit of a bitchy vein and being treated badly isn't her thing. Good thing Alice is there to keep her from killing anyone. And finally, FINALLY, Edward dares to ask her out on a date! Like Lizzo says, It's about damn time!

PS: I know I said Saturday and it's Sunday but if I don't update the "right" day I'll do it the next day ;)

PS2: Probably the next marathon week will start next Wednesday