Yall really enjoyed hearing from Ang. Which is good, cause there will definitely be more of her to come ;) She may or may not have her own little story to tell.
I'm giving our boy the week off from his paranoid antics. I mean, he'll have his moments because it's our Grumpward. But I'm gonna let him be happy for a bit. ;)
Infinite thanks to my Redacted team and you guys!
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There may be a little extra bounce in my step. I may be dancing the king of jigs in my head. That internal dancing may slip out as a little shimmy when I know no one's watching.
And Angela Weber may be sitting in my office chair, patent leather heels propped up on my desk, hands behind her head, shit-eating grin on her face.
I may have to look to make sure I walked into the right room.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't—how did she put it? The Pussy Destroyer?" She nods her head towards her open laptop as if that fucking explains anything.
"Who called me the what, now?" With my coffee in hand, I walk behind my desk, leaning down over Angela's shoulder to see my girl soaking in the tub and babbling away on the phone. I'd have a perfect shot down the front of Ang's shirt from this angle, but I can't take my fucking eyes off the very naked, very wet Bella on her screen.
Yeah, that shit's all mine.
And it doesn't matter one bit that I spent all weekend with her; it's very hard not to run right back to her. It fucking sucked leaving her yesterday to go see Mom, but the look on Mom's face when I walked in the door made it all worth it. She knew right away that things had finally happened with Bella, and she tried so hard to grill me, but I wasn't exactly eager to tell my mother that I just spent two days doing nasty, filthy, depraved things to a woman that I hope to eventually introduce to her.
Now I'll just have to fight her for at least a couple of weeks before I subject Bella to meeting my family. I know it's too soon for all that, but Mom would have me walking down the aisle tomorrow if she had her way.
And I don't think I'd protest that much…
"Why are you watching my girl bathe?" I ask to steer myself away from the very dangerous path my brain is traveling down.
"Just going through yesterday's tapes, lover boy." Ang turns her head to look up at me, but my eyes don't leave Bella. I really need to get her out of the habit of leaving her laptop lying around. Or get her to put tape over the camera. "Love looks good on you, Cullen."
I scoff, pushing myself off my desk and waving for Ang to un-ass my seat. "It's not love, Ang. Calm the fuck down." But then I remember what she said when I first walked in. "Did she really call me the Pussy Destroyer?"
I know I'm smiling like the Cheshire Cat, but I can't fucking help it. I'm happy. It's fucking weird, but it's true.
"No, Alice did," Angela giggles, slamming her laptop shut and finally moving out of my chair.
"You could've left that there," I scowl, sitting. I can't scowl for long, though. Because I'm the Pussy Destroyer. Fuck yeah, I am.
Like my ego needed any help being inflated.
"No, sir, you can't keep watching her. Not if you're gonna make this work. It's creepy, and it's weird, and it's going to be hard, but you need to come clean to her," she tells me matter-of-factly, standing in front of my desk like she's about to wage a war.
"Yeah, that'll go over really well. 'Hey, Bella, I know we just started dating, but I want you to know I've been watching you for months.' I can't do that, Ang."
"You have to. She'll find out eventually and—"
"How would she find out?"
"I don't know; this shit always seems to come out. If you guys get serious, she'll have to be let in on your real career, and she'll more than likely put two and two together. She's smart."
I sigh, irritated by the fact that Ang seems to be so hell-bent on ruining my high. But I guess she's right. Eventually, I'll have to tell her everything.
When I do tell her, I hope I can catch her before she runs too far.
;)
