the past
"I don't know yet," I lie.
"Come on…just tell me what you want us to do for your birthday, Bella." Alice rolls her eyes, looking up from her compact mirror, her blue eyes enquiring.
"Alice, I told you I don't want a big party," I shrug. "Just us, hanging out, having dinner, maybe?"
She rolls here eyes at me again before stuffing her compact into her bag, giving me her full attention.
"Dinner? You're turning eighteen, not eighty-one." I knew she was gonna make a big deal out of this.
My eyes wander around the cafeteria until I find Edward in line, while Emmett's chatting his ear off.
"Oh, come on…are you kidding me?" Alice gasps.
"What?"
"You're refusing a big birthday bash so you can run off with Edward, aren't you?"
Although I don't answer, the words are written all over my face, judging by the blush I feel creeping up my cheeks.
"What are you bitching about, Alice?" Edward sinks down into the seat next to me, one arm draped over my chair.
"Ever since you guys got together, I never get to see Bella again," Alice says.
Emmett huffs, annoyed.
"You see me all the time…" I tell her.
She arches a judgmental brow at me.
"You were the one always badgering them to 'get a room'," Emmett interjects, stuffing his face with a turkey sandwich. "So now they finally do, you're turning that into a fucking problem?"
Alice looks taken aback by Emmett's comment, crossing her arms in front of her chest, avoiding eyecontact.
"Look," Edward says. "I planned something months ago, while you were too busy thinking about the next sale. So don't come at me, now."
There's this edge to his voice. He's stern and confident—arrogant, even. But it turns me on so much, I can't even explain. It's the voice he uses in bed with me.
"Fine. Whatever," Alice admits defeat and gets up, walking off to where her boyfriend, Jasper is sitting.
Edward's hand is on my thigh under the table, and I wince a little as I shift in my seat. He spanked my ass so hard it's all bruised.
"Told you you'd think of me every time you sat that perky ass down," he breaths into my ear. I chuckle, biting my lip.
"I always think of you," I reply giggly.
"Come to my house after school. Mom and dad are at a charity gala." His green eyes sparkle wildly. They're full of promise.
"Let me call my mom, I'll take care of it." I'm already thinking of excuses to come up with. But I'm sure she's already on to me. She's far too happy when I tell her I'm staying at a friend's house all night.
"Good girl."
Those words are my undoing. And he fucking knows it, too.
"I can't wait, Sir."
"Mom, I'm gonna go to Edward's after school if that's okay." She doesn't think it's weird because Edward and I have been joined to the hip ever since we were little kids. He's always been in my life, and has always been my best friend. But now? I think she knows there's more going on. Even though I've been trying to be careful about it.
"Are you coming home for dinner?"
"No, I don't think so…w—we have a project to work on so we're probably just gonna have dinner at his place."
God, I'm the worst liar.
"A project?"
I'm not about to tell my mother our project is our sex life. Hell, she doesn't even know I have a sex life.
"Yeah." It's all I say.
"Be careful, Isabella Swan…" I know what that tone means. And the usage of my full name. "I'm the only one able to convince your father that he doesn't need to lock you up and drag Edward in front of a polygraph."
Busted.
"What do you mean?" I try.
"Sweetheart, the texting and the visits and the smiles and the lingerie? Did you forget we share a laundry room?"
My face is probably beet-red. I'm so glad I'm alone in my car right now.
"Please keep the keys away from Dad," I try and joke.
"Honey, you could've just told me. I know Edward is a good kid, we practically saw the two of you grow up together."
"I'm sorry, Mom."
"Don't be sorry, have fun tonight. And Bella?"
"Yeah?"
"Be safe, please. I got you on that pill for a reason, and it wasn't just hormonal acne, darling."
"Oh my god, Mom!"
"Be home by ten, okay?"
"Thank you, I love you."
"Love you, too, Bella."
The Cullen house is dark when I ring the doorbell, even though I know Edward's home already since he didn't have to have an awkward phone call with his erratic mother.
When he doesn't answer, I knock and see the door's ajar. Stupid of me that I hadn't noticed before. Edward is probably upstairs taking a shower or something.
"Babe?" I yell in the direction of the grand staircase. The Cullens live in a mini-mansion, a beautiful home designed by his mother, Esme, the top-notch interior designer. Everything in the house feels luxurious and expensive. It's a shame they're not home more to enjoy it.
I turn the lights on in the kitchen and open the door leading to the giant garage. No cars except for Edward's Mustang. I frown. Where the hell is he?
"Edward, where are you?" I don't hear water running as I'm at the bottom of the stairs, but I go up anyway. He's bound to be here somewhere.
The door to his bedroom is wide open, which is odd since it's usually closed. Even locked sometimes when he hasn't had time to hide our toys. The blinds are shut, the lights are off, and I'm so confused.
"Ba—" I shriek as I'm blinded, a scrap of silk covering my eyes before my mouth is covered by the warmest hands. My heart slams against my ribcage, staccato, anxious, excited.
I'm thrown against the wall, gasping at the force of Edward's actions, at the way I can hear his ragged breathing, the way his skin melts against mine.
He's not wearing a shirt, I note when I graze his chest before he grabs my wrists and pins them to the side of my body.
"About time you showed up, don't you think, little slut?" His voice is deep, dark, and lethal. It's turning me into a puddle of goo.
"I—," I gasp.
My cheek glows, heat spreading where his palm struck me. I'm breathing heavily, my panties drenched already. He hasn't even touched me, yet.
"Did I say you could speak?" I know it's rhetorical. I'm not allowed to answer, so I shake my head.
I wish I could see him, I wish I could feel the intensity of his gaze when he's rough with his words like this. He always looks so gorgeous, losing himself.
I'm surrounded by darkness, my heart racing before I'm forced to turn around. Cool air hits me when Edward yanks down my jeans, my underwear in one go, making me wobble on my feet. I don't dare move right now, and when I hear him unzip his pants, I grow more and more excited.
Then I hear it. The slap of leather against the empty air as he pulls the belt out of its loops. I almost moan out loud, not knowing what he'll do next. We have to take a break from the spanking, since I can barely sit in a chair without wincing.
"Pretty little slut," he praises. "Look at that wet cunt of yours…you're dripping."
I swallow thickly, almost trembling with anticipation.
"Take off the shirt," he barks.
Vintage Nirvana hits the floor of Edward's bedroom.
"And the bra."
Thud.
"Hands on the wall, now."
I do as he says, feeling the buttery soft wallpaper on his walls underneath my fingertips. It's like every sense is heightened since Edward blindfolded me.
He blows cold air over my exposed pussy, and I whimper at the sensation. I feel his breath all throughout my body, and I'm dying for more.
"You know my whore can bend down deeper than that."
I obey.
He scratches down my back, making me shudder as his nails leave hot tracks down my spine. Then he surprises me, his cock pushing into me roughly in one go, with no hesitation, without any sort of warning. I moan as he starts fucking me hard, fast. Like a fucking champion.
Edward grips my hair, tugging at my scale when he wraps it around his wrist. His breathing is labored, grunts escaping his lips, our bodies melting together perfectly.
"You'd look so pretty with my belt around your little neck," he rasps against my shoulder. He bites down into the flesh, no doubt leaving marks.
"Do it," I gasp. "Please, Sir, choke me." I don't know how I'm capable to speak, but apparently, my voicebox still works.
I feel the cold leather against my heated skin as Edward keeps fucking me relentlessly, the fire inside me building and building as he tightens the belt, my head almost exploding as I try to swallow.
Then, everything went black.