Six

"Strippers," Rosalie shouts at me.

"Shut up," I hiss, "we're in public."

An elderly woman shoots us a hard glare. I whisper an apology.

"I want to have a man in a g-string grind in my lap while I put bills down his ass," Rosalie says.

"Are you still on the Emmett thing?" I ask.

"He should be single," she growled.

"He is. Alice said it's just a date," I shrug, "he barely mentioned her the other night so he probably is only casually seeing her. Besides, what's a stripper going to do?"

"Distract my vagina," she takes a sip of her mimosa.

I'd bribed her to come to breakfast with free coffee but she spotted mimosas on the menu. She had the morning off work and I had dragged her here for one purpose. To plan Alice a surprise. The bachelorette night party of her dreams.

"How do you know strippers are something Alice would want there?" I ask.

"I don't," she shrugs.

"They said she was very introverted. I had her do that question thing I pulled together. She answered rain and a good book for her favourite activity," I say, "this woman isn't a wild child."

"Babe. There's a wild child in every woman. She just needs the right scenario to coach it out," Rosalie says, "I can be that."

"Well my idea was wine and painting, then we can move onto a club for drinks," I list off my ideas, "we could give her one of those bingo cards where she has to do all the challenges."

"Then we go and watch a Channing Tatum look alike put Rose in a chair to fuck through clothes," she smiles at me, "consider it my birthday gift."

"Your birthday was three months ago and I got you tickets to Adele," I say.

"And she made me hate men the whole time. This will make me appreciate them again," she smacks the table to make her point, "imagine how jealous you'll make Edward when he finds out some other guys dick was swinging in your face."

"Jealous? I think that would induce projectile vomit from him and me," I scoff, "I need help arranging this. So Alice is surprised. Did you get Jasper's number?"

"Nope," rose shakes her head, "but her brother works right down the street. He'd definitely have it."

"I can't walk into that building," I shake my head.

"Just don't go wearing a veil," she kids.

After my own mimosa for courage I leave Rose and head to the building I loathed. At the security desk I ask them to call Edward down. I tell them I'm his friend. When the cautious give his assistant my name I expect them to tell me to fuck off. But to my surprise they ask me to take a seat in the foyer.

Using the buzz of the champagne and orange juice I run through the request in my head. I just need Jasper's number.

When I see him the room spins. Everything bends toward him as he stalks toward me. A powerful gait, one hand in his suit pants, his thin black tie begging me to wrap my hand around it and tug.

"Back so soon?" He asks in greeting.

"I'm here on bridesmaid duties," I stand to meet his eyeline, "I need your help."

"Dang. For a moment I thought you might be here to see your old boss," he winks, "I'm not against begging."

"On my knees I'm sure," I roll my eyes.

"If you insist," he waves his hand at me as if telling me to proceed with just that, "I have a meeting in ten minutes."

"I just need Jasper's number. I'm organising a bachelorette night for Alice this Saturday night and I want it to be a surprise," I say.

"Okay," he nods pulling his phone from his pocket, "that's easy enough. But I'll have to trade it."

"Whatever for?" I pull my own phone out ready to type in Jasper's information.

"Your number," he points at me, "you know. In case of bridal business or whatever. Surely the best man and maid of honour should have a line of communication."

"You're real sly," I take his phone from his hand, "didn't your assistant find it in your stalk."

"Of course but that wouldn't be ethical," he crosses his arms watching me as I enter my phone number into his contact details.

"How valiant," I praise sarcastically.

"I try to prove chivalry isn't dead daily," he takes his phone back, "there you go."

My phone buzzes with Jasper's number in a text message bubble.

"Thank you," I say, "when is the bachelor party?"

"Saturday," he says, "I have fun plans."

"Strippers?" I offer.

"Depends… did you hear back from the application you put in. Otherwise professional hugs," he slips his phone into his pocket.

"You couldn't afford me," I smirk.

"I know. You're priceless," he winks at me, "I'm not divulging my secret plans to you. You'll run back to my little sister. Just know Jasper will be fine. I'll keep him away from sleeping in the gutters."

Unable to help my laugh, I tuck my phone into my bag and tuck my hair behind my ear.

"I'll let you get to your meeting," I say, "enjoy the bachelor night."

"We will," he nods, "thanks for caring so much about Alice to plan this for her. It means a lot to her but also me."

"Of course. She's special," I smile.

His smile and nod has me spiralling into sweet warmth for hours after I witness it.

-

"Holy shit," Alice covers her mouth in shock, Jasper behind her smiling.

I'd blown up dick snapped balloons, pink streamers, put penis straws into our wine glasses. The bachelorette party had thrown up on our apartment.

All of us girls wore hot pink outfits, with 'bridesmaid' sashes around our shoulder and hips.

"Here is our bride of the hour," Rosalie claps, "come on! We have a night planned for you."

"I better go. Edward is messaging me to see where I am," Jasper cups Alice's face and kisses her.

We all make a naaw sound.

"Have fun baby," he smiles down at her, "I love you."

"Thank you," she whispers, "I love you."

"Stop being so adorable and put this dick necklace around your neck," Rosalie yells out.

Jasper laughs taking that as his sign to get the fuck out.

"This is for you," I hold out a gift back, "go and change."

"Guys this is… I never expected this," Alice looks around the room amazed.

"Well hurry up and not expect it quicker. Our car will be ready in twenty minutes," I demand, "we have to celebrate you in style."

Alice rejoins the room saving us all from Tanya's blow job technique with her straw.

"Hot baby," Rosalie calls out.

"Oh Alice you look amazing," Angela gasps out.

I'd found a stunning short white mini dress that Jasper had happily chipped in to buy for his wife. It was strapless, covered in sequins so she shimmered and it fell to her mid thigh. She looked sensational.

"One more thing," I race toward her.

She watches me holding back emotion as I drape a white and pink "bride to be" sash around her.

"Now you're ready," I say, "let's get you a wine so we can toast for the first of many tonight."

"Bella," she grabs my hand as I turn to get her a flute, "this really is… you've made my whole year."

"Oh babe," I pull her into my arms and cuddle her tight, "you are so welcome. I really wanted to show you how special you are. You deserve the same wedding every other human on earth gets. I told you I had your back."

"You don't know how much this means," she shakes her head, pulling away to wipe a stray tear with her fingertips.

"Show me by enjoying it," I grin, "let's go and dance the night away."

We toast to Alice before taking her downstairs to pile into a limo Jasper had also booked. She'd cried when she saw that too, but we quickly got her laughing again with Rosalie's attempts at pole dancing in the limo.

"You have to use your arms more," Alice instructs, laughing.

"I'm trying," Rosalie twirls aimlessly.

We arrive at our Picasso and Pinot class, only to annoy the instructor for two hours. Rosalie's painting is magnificent - obviously. The rest of them look like a dog's breakfast. The instructor agrees to let us pay to courier them home so we don't have to carry them around.

When we arrive at our first nightclub I hand out game sheets of challenges they have to complete.

"First one to check off five gets a prize," I call out over the boom of the music, "Alice pick two teammates, the other two can play as a pair."

"You and Rose," she points between us.

"Make sure you get a photo completing each challenge to prove you did it," I say, "we'll delete anything incriminating."

"Let's go Angela," Tanya pulls Angela toward the bar excitedly.

We manage to knock down doing a tequila shot, serenading a stranger, and we take a photo with another bride pretty easily.

"Okay we need to try and get a free drink next," I call out.

"I got this," Rosalie nods, clapping her hands to hype herself up.

Alice and I watch on as she approaches the bar, hips swaying, her slick ponytail swaying too. She leans against the bar beside a tall, muscular man and leans in. Her red, plump lips at his ear before he can face her. Before we can catch a good look at his face.

She pulls back, he eyes going wide in surprise.

"Holy shit. That's my brother," Alice laugh.

Sure enough Emmett is leaning into her, clearly appreciating whatever flirty sentence she'd whispered into his ear.

Alice and I dart toward them, as Emmett is flagging a bartender down.

"Free drink," Rosalie shrugs at us.

"I'm not sure if this is against the rules," I wave at Emmett.

"Who cares," Alice shrugs, "he owes me a free drink anyway for all the times I've covered for his ass."

"Absolutely not," Edward appears shaking his head, "no bride."

"We were here first," Alice shakes her head right back, "as if you picked the same bar in a city this huge."

"Jasper can't see you. He'll go all mooshy. All he's talked about tonight is wanting to go home and see you," Emmett says.

"Oh how tragic," Rosalie gasps sarcastically, "Alice you poor thing."

Alice throws her head back laughing. I grin at her.

Watching Alice giggle I'm oblivious to behind me. I feel a hand grab my ass in the crowd of people. I jump and by doing so stumble forward slightly. Arms dart out to steady me.

"You okay?" Edward grips my hips, holding me carefully.

I glance behind me but it seems the culprit has disappeared. Everyone is in groups chatting, drinking and not even looking my way. The person had been walking passed.

"Someone just squeezed my ass," I huff.

"Oh babe," Alice's eyespool with concern, "I'm sorry."

"It's fine," I shake my head, glancing at my hands.

They're flat against Edward's chest, with my forearms. I'd completely stumbled into him. Glancing up at his face, I expect to find him teasing. But instead he looks slightly annoyed. At me?

"I'm sorry," I say stepping back, straightening my dress slightly, wiping away imaginary creases.

"You deserve more respect," he says, "you sure you're okay?"

"It's a nightclub, Edward. I'm fine," I say.

Alice reached a hand out to rub my back sympathetically.

"Come on. Let's get a drink and get to dancing," Alice says.

Emmett turns to hand me a shot, before handing one to both his siblings. Rosalie eyes him as we cheers and throw them back. Alice makes sure to snap a picture of Rosalie and Emmett drinking together.

"We need to complete one more challenge," Rosalie calls out.

"Oh you're doing that?" Emmett glances at the list in Rosalie's hands.

"Go up to a man and talk dirty to him," Rosalie reads out loud, "Bella. You haven't really done one yet."

"I have," my eyes narrowed at her, "I did the tequila shot."

"Edward. Talk dirty to Edward," Rosalie points at him, "otherwise you need to whisper into a stranger's ear and he might take you up on it."

Alice claps encouragingly, lightly shoving me toward her brother.

Edward's eyebrows raise slightly. I glance at rosalie intent on killing her later. She winks at me, turning back to the bar to order more drinks.

"Go," Alice calls out.

Rolling my eyes I step into Edward's chest yet again, reaching up on my toes so I can whisper just for him to hear. He leans down slightly helping bride the distance, one of his hands moving to cup my back to help me balance as I begin to speak.

"Ummm," I start.

It earns me a chuckle.

"So hot," he teases.

"I'm on the spot. Okay," I huff, "I wake up every morning horny for you. I dream about you bending me over your little CEO desk and making me moan. Making your messy sex hair my messy sex hair. I can imagine gripping it while I lie beneath you."

His Adam Apple bobs as I talk, his breath hitching. Moving in closer I press my body against his more.

"You make me come every morning before I start my day," I whisper.

Stepping back I look up at his eyes. They're dark, a streak of lust holding me put. I bite my lip and tuck my hair behind my ear.

"You okay, man?" Emmett laughs.

"I will be," Edward replies not taking his eyes off me.

"Let's dance," I look back at Rose and Alice.

Edward removes his hand from my back. Feeling bold from the alcohol I wink. He runs a hand through his hair, watching as I let the girls guide me to the dance floor.

"Every morning," I mouth at him, before blowing him a kiss.

His head shakes, a mischievous grin growing on his face.

"You two want to find a bathroom stall?" Rosalie leans into me, as we begin to dance.

"Oh hush," I laugh, "it was a dare."

"He looks like he blew an artery," Alice says, "I've never seen him lose his cool. You made him drop that mask within seconds."

I glance back at the bar to see him sat beside Emmett, watching me as I dance.


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