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From the previous chapter – Scale:
'…Bella, you deserve to be happy. Riley may have been your first love, but he lost the privilege. Now, quick, eat up because before you head off to meet Edward, I need to give you something."
~~Bella~~
After we'd eaten, Kate rushed me to her bedroom. Most of the floor space was cluttered with boxes and garbage bags. The bed was covered with neatly stacked piles of assorted clothing.
"I've been clearing out my wardrobe. My mum says I'm nesting which I think is a crack-up, but I can't argue with her. I've had this insane desire for the last week to get rid of stuff I don't need anymore. As soon as I remembered I had these, I knew I had to give them to you."
Kate unzipped a royal blue garment bag that was hanging on the back of her bedroom door.
Three beautiful dresses. One was a Collette Dinnigan beaded mini-dress. They were all my size.
"They're all so beautiful…I can't, you should save them for your daughter."
"I'm just know I'm having a boy, and anyway, by the time my daughter – if I ever have one – is allowed to wear dresses like these, they won't be considered vintage, they'll be considered old-fashioned. Please Bella, I know they'll look amazing on you! They'll knock the socks right off Edward's feet!"
"He rarely wears socks," I joked, smiling at her.
She zipped up the garment bag and rolled her eyes at me.
"And these," added Kate as she picked up a shoebox and handed it to me. "You're a seven, right?"
I peeked inside to see beautiful red shoes with at least five-inch heels.
"There's no way! I'll break my neck; I won't even be able to walk in them."
"So, you practice by walking around your hotel room every morning. I've only worn them once, I know I'll never wear them again, so please, take them, wear them, or drop them in a donation bin for me," she smiled, knowing I'd never do that.
"Kate, I don't know what to say."
"Say, 'thank you Kate, you really are a wonderful, wonderful and generous person' and maybe say 'even though you look like a beached whale, I'm sure you'll get your figure back, post-baby'?"
We laughed. "You do not look like a beached-whale!" I hugged her.
I couldn't help but imagine wearing the mini-dress and red shoes to look special for Edward.
But that won't happen. We're a secret. I'll never get to go out in public with him, or wear something this beautiful in front of him.
I forced myself not to dwell on that in front of Kate. She folded the garment bag and handed it to me.
"Now go," she chastised. "Meet your spunky actor boyfriend and take these for god's sake." Kate walked over to her bedside table and pulled a row of condoms out of the drawer. "I definitely won't need any for a while, and if I ever get my libido back it will be a bloody miracle!"
I blushed as I watched her fold up the row and open the lid of the shoebox.
Now there's no excuse to stop Edward and I from…being together.
"Shit," said Kate as she pulled a piece of white paper out of the drawer. "I forgot about this."
"What is it?" I asked, as the paper fluttered out of her hand and onto the floor. I picked it up, seeing that bending down with her increasingly adorable bump was too much of an effort for her.
I read the name 'Paul Masters' and a number.
Paul? The contractor?
"Paul." said Kate. "The builder that you told off for not getting the bathroom finished on time, remember him? Tall, tanned, muscular, HOT!" she laughed. "He asked me if you were seeing someone, he wanted your number. He was shy and nervous about it, poor guy. I told him I'd give you his number and you'd call him, if you were interested, but that was three days ago...well, you're with Edward now, so..."
I smiled and shook my head.
Paul? Why would he want to ask me out?
I'd been assertive, almost nasty, when I'd berated him for not having the work completed to schedule.
Why do men confuse me so much?
"I…wow, Paul?" I said.
"You really have no idea, do you?" Kate asked me and swatted my shoulder playfully.
"Idea about what?" I said self-consciously.
"That you're gorgeous, for one, and any guy should be honoured to take you out, Edward included. Bella, your lack self esteem is almost laughable. It was Riley that made you doubt yourself, wasn't it? You don't know how sweet and attractive you are?"
"I'm not sweet," I said quickly, cringing at the mention of Riley, "and I wasn't sweet to Paul, I was bossy and angry to tell you the truth."
"Yeah, and some guys love bossy women. It must be what floats Paul's boat, because he's really into you. The work that's been completed on the house is second to none, after you spoke to him. I'd say he thinks the sun shines out of your–"
"OK, Kate," I laughed. "I get it," I added, not even believing myself. She wasn't fooled; she just smiled at me as I handed her back Paul's number.
I said goodbye to Garret, thanking him again for the spectacular meal, and Kate walked me out to the car. I lay the garment bag on the back seat.
"Bella," Kate said as she placed the shoebox next to the garment bag, "if you love Edward, then you need to…how can I put this tactfully, listen to him and not jump to conclusions about things. Riley messed up, it wasn't your fault and besides, he's just one guy. Not all guys are like that. I'm not saying Edward's perfect, nobody's perfect, but maybe he'll be perfect for you. I'm always here if you want to talk about anything."
"Thanks Kate. You're right. Thank you, for listening. I'm so glad I can confide in you," I added as I gave her a heartfelt hug goodbye.
As I drove back to the hotel, I thought about what Kate had said. I hadn't told her that I still felt as though Edward was not being entirely truthful with me. It was a nagging nauseating feeling that sat in my stomach when I thought about him and me. I knew I was unlike the girls that Edward had previously dated. Also, Edward quoting dialogue from the novel and the fact that, physically at least, I was kind of a doppelganger for the character of Georgia, made me paranoid.
Yes, I was paranoid. I kept dwelling on my belief that someone as handsome and talented as Edward could find anything about me attractive or alluring, apart from my lyric writing.
When I drove into the parking garage of the hotel, my tummy fluttered with anticipation. Meeting Edward in the bar, like we'd done so many times before, would be different now.
He's my boyfriend! After we've talked, and had a drink, would he walk me to my room? Would he want to stay with me, make love to me?
I should let him lead. I can't be the one to throw myself at him. It has to be his choice.
I didn't want to leave the dresses in the car, so, instead of lugging my overnight bag to my room, I only took the garment bag, the shoebox and my toiletries bag instead. I'll get the rest of my things in the morning, I thought. I was desperate to freshen up and meet Edward. I was already five minutes late. I knew he'd be waiting for me there; he'd sounded so upset when we'd spoken on the phone.
He thought I was going to stand him up?
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~~Edward~~
I sat and played the piano and thought about Bella. I thought about the smell of her hair, the soft curve of her waist, the taste of her lips. I drank some more beer. The cabin seemed like a million miles and a lifetime ago, yet it was just twenty-four hours since Bella had me in her mouth. Her tongue her lips, her eyes as I...
Fuck! I forgot to buy condoms!
I pulled my phone out of my pocket and called Emmett. My heart rate increased with anxiety, anticipation?
The phone rang five times and went to voice mail.
"Emmett, I...you're probably in the shower?" Damn, damn, damn.
I'd feel like the biggest douche if I asked him in a voice message if he could go and buy me some condoms. But I knew he'd kill me if I tried to venture out to a drugstore to buy some myself. I didn't even want to think about what would happen if my fans saw me or if I was photographed buying some, especially while the pictures of me and Rosalie were fresh in the media.
"Never mind," I said reluctantly. "I'll speak to you tomorrow." I ended the call.
I finished my beer, put my phone in my pocket and started playing the piano again. I contemplated what my options were.
I could call down to Mike the concierge, ask him to send somebody to buy me some?
No, he'd know they would be for me to use with Bella.
I felt kind of weird about it. I didn't want anyone to know our business.
I can't believe I'm not prepared to give her anything she wants. I can't believe my focus diverted in the few hours we were apart. She'll think I don't want her that way.
I can't believe how much I'm fucking this up!
When the door of the VIP bar opened, my heart soared with anticipation. I stopped playing and my exultant mood plummeted instantly when I saw who was actually walking into the bar.
It was Rosalie, her arms linked with another actress that I'd never formally met, and Royce King.
It took all my strength not to pound my fists on the pristine piano keys. I was furious with myself.
If I'd just kept my mouth shut about the bar when Heidi had threatened to send me to a different hotel, they wouldn't be here!
I looked down at my clenched fists.
"Edward," said Rosalie sweetly. "Can I introduce you to Zafrina Yolanda?"
I looked up at the women standing next to the piano. They smiled down at me.
How can Rosalie just stand there as if nothing has happened?
"Why are you here, Rose?"
"Royce's suggestion," she replied. At least she had the decency to look apologetic.
Her companion smiled again. "Hi Edward, I've been dying to meet you! I'm Zafrina."
Even though I just wanted to get the hell out of there, politeness took over. I stood up from the piano bench and shook Zafrina's hand.
The three of us stood awkwardly for a few seconds before Zafrina continued.
"Come and have a drink with us? I've heard that you'll be working with Liam Berty? What's he like, is he really as crass as everyone says?"
She was completely oblivious to the tension emanating from me. I turned my head and my anger returned tenfold when I saw Royce sitting in Bella's booth. James was opening a bottle of champagne for him.
Fuck!
I can't let Bella come in here, I fucking can't.
"I was just leaving," I said gruffly. I pulled out my phone to check the time. It was 8:13pm. Bella could walk in any minute.
"Edward, can we talk, alone?" asked Rosalie.
Zafrina kept smiling and staring at me.
"Oh," Zafrina giggled, "Oh right," she added, gesturing between me and Rosalie. "I'll get a drink."
Rosalie and I both watched as Zafrina joined Royce in Bella's booth.
"Edward, I don't want this to affect us on set tomorrow," Rosalie blurted the instant that Zafrina was out of earshot. "I think we need to get over it."
"Get over it?" I copied her tone. "Get. Over. It? Right, the whole world thinks we're together and you just want me to get over it." My voice was an angry whisper.
"Edward, please, it'll blow over," said Rosalie dismissively. "Now, I need to speak to you about Emm–"
I cut her off.
"Emmett. You want to know what Emmett thinks of you and this whole mess?" I challenged. Her face went pink, her eyes wide. "What do you imagine he thinks of Rosalie Hale now? Does he wonder how you could lie and pretend and use me for your own ends?"
I ignored her crestfallen expression.
She was silent, as my anger took on a life of its own. "Did you even consider how my girlfriend would react to seeing the pictures?" I seethed.
"You don't even have..." Rosalie stopped speaking. Her face took on a horrified expression. "The fangirl that was in your room is your girlfriend?"
I was fuming. I'd never been a violent person, but I knew I had to leave, or completely lose snap the last thread of self-control. I pushed passed Rosalie and out the door.
Is she so completely clueless that she thinks she's not accountable for her actions?
I looked at my phone. It was 8:16pm. Bella said she'd be here at eight. I needed to calm the fuck down.
I visualized Bella back at the cabin, in the lake, on the bed, hovering over me and topless on the couch, lying on the blanket in my arms.
Fuck! I need to be alone with her.
The elevator doors opened and there she was, flustered and smiling before she'd even seen me. I could see she was excited. I walked forward, startling her for a split second. Her smile broadened as she reached for me then the smile turned to confusion as I pushed her gently back into the elevator and up against the mirror. I kissed her hard, passionately and desperately. I tried to calm my anger, I tried to be gentle but I was far from it. I was demanding and urgent. Her taste, her smell, the way her body felt so right as I touched her – it would always be this way. I wanted her. It was a lot to absorb, being so affected by another person.
This is what Jasper felt for Alice. It was too overwhelming for him and that's why he initially rejected her.
The intensity of my love and my desire for Bella is just as consuming. My soul mate; Bella was made for me.
I forced myself to pull away from her lips. The elevator doors had closed, but the car hadn't moved.
I released her and turned to slam my hand against the panel, bashing the button for floor eight. Bella's floor; I have to get her to her room.
"I'm sorry I'm late," she said quickly. "Please don't be…angry with me."
I turned to look at her. Her back was against the mirror; her hands clutched onto the handrail either side of her hips with her shoulders hunched forward self-consciously.
I could feel my body shaking. She thinks I'm angry with her? I shook my head 'no' but I couldn't speak. I knew my behavior was scaring her. I saw my reflection in the mirror. I looked downright vicious. I looked dangerous.
I covered my face with my hands. I tried desperately to get it together.
The elevator stopped on the eighth floor. I had one focus, to be alone with her. When the doors opened, I took her hand and led her into the hall. I followed as she automatically started walking quickly to her room.
When we reached her door, I memorized the room number – 810. Bella fumbled in her back pocket for her room card. She was nervous and blushing. When she found the card, she swiped it quickly over the reader.
She flicked on a light as we stepped inside. I pulled her against me. When I saw the look of panic on her face, I finally mustered the ability to speak.
"I'm not angry with you." I whispered.
I kissed her lips softly, in an effort to reassure her and wipe away the fear and confusion I saw. The kiss calmed my frantic mind instantly.
We stood inside her doorway, caressing, kissing and breathing each other in. Bella's fingers laced around my neck and started gliding through my hair tentatively; I immediately felt my body responding to her.
I stopped kissing her and pulled her tighter. I buried my face against her neck.
"I'm sorry," I whispered. "I had a meeting with Rosalie, our PR and our managers. They want me to move to another hotel. I told them 'no'. I stupidly mentioned that I needed the piano in the bar, so of course Rosalie and her manager showed up there. I had to leave. He sat at our booth. I was so damn angry. I'm sorry."
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~~Bella~~
I clutched at him, completely relieved that he wasn't angry with me. I'd been so ready to believe that he'd changed his mind - that me being late had made him realize I wasn't worth it.
But I wasn't the cause of his anger. Edward was angry with Rosalie. The image of their embrace flashed back into my consciousness. It was a set-up, initiated by her. I could understand why he'd been angry, and having her sit in our booth, I knew that would have been awful to see. If I'd walked in the bar and seen her and Edward at our booth, I knew I would have run. I would have assumed the absolute worst and not stuck around for him to explain.
We stood in the entryway just outside the bathroom door. Edward kept gently kissing my neck, his tight hold on me eventually started to loosen as he composed himself.
I remembered the look of danger that I'd seen. Edward had never scared me but that look was menacing and so out of character that I panicked.
Was it just her being in the bar that made him so angry, or was it something else? Something he's not telling me?
Edward pulled me over to the bed. We sat down; his hands kept caressing my neck as he stared at me lovingly.
He'd shaved. The scratchy masculine stubble that I'd felt just this morning was gone, revealing his smooth, pale skin. It was like silk under my fingers. He was so exceptionally unique and beautiful. I was drawn to his touch like a magnet. Before I could comprehend everything I was feeling, Edward was kissing me again, slowly and surely the passion was building.
I knew if Edward wanted to make love to me, I wouldn't stop him. The only reason he hadn't made love to me at the cabin was due to the lack of any type of contraceptive. But I was anxious that he was not in the right frame of mind right now, and the hungry passion of his kiss in the lift had me reeling.
I visualized the row of condoms that Kate gave me located in the shoebox I'd placed on the desk not a meter from the bed.
I don't need to get them. Edward would have gotten a condom from his suite. I'll let him decide, he can take the lead.
Our kisses were soft and delicate. I wasn't immediately conscious that my fingers had started to undo the top button of his shirt. Does he want this too? I was determined to let Edward set the pace, so I forced my fingers to halt when I fingered the second button.
He stopped kissing me. "Bella," he whispered, and cupped my face with both his hands as he looked into my eyes. His expression was pained, and I wanted nothing more in that instant than to change his expression into to a smile.
"What is it?" I asked.
"I…came straight to the hotel. I didn't go to the drugstore." He looked frustrated with himself.
I didn't understand. I knew he'd been back to his room, he'd shaved and from memory his shaving foam was next to the box of condoms I'd seen in his vanity the night we'd returned from Laurent's.
"You didn't just bring one from your room?" I asked.
"I don't have any in my room," he replied.
It was like the atmosphere around me became a vacuum. Suddenly, I couldn't breathe.
There was a whole box! He said he didn't sleep with Rosalie. If he didn't have any left, who did he use them with?
I collapsed against his chest.
NO, NO, NO!
He's lying. I know I saw them. I even remembered thinking that he was with Rosalie at the time. He's lying to me!
Just like Riley.
No, he wouldn't have slept with her! If he didn't use them with her, then did he use them with someone else? Or was he saying he didn't have any as an excuse not to make love to me?
Every one of those scenarios was devastating.
"Hey, hey," he pacified me. "Bella."
He wiped his thumb under my eye to capture my tears.
This not happening to me again!
NO, remember what Kate said. Listen and don't jump to conclusions.
No! This fairytale will end when Edward leaves Vancouver.
I held onto Edward, breathed him in, savored the way he was holding me and how his fingers caressed my face. My pulse was erratic, my eyes felt heavy. I felt hopeless and drained.
'He's not perfect,' Kate's words swirled around in my mind.
He's NOT Riley.
"I'm sorry Edward." I whispered. "I just thought you would have had...condoms, in your hotel room."
He pulled me closer. "God I'm such an idiot. I did have some. I threw them away before I went on the publicity junket. The box I'd been carrying around from hotel to hotel, expired six months ago and I hadn't even noticed. I would have gotten more, I should have remembered, but I..."
I absorbed his words. "Edward!" I said, my heart pounding. My lips crashed into his. I kissed him desperately.
He does want me. He threw his box away, because they had expired?
Relief, pure relief and excitement.
The condoms in the shoebox. I can make it happen. I can initiate it.
"Bella," he moaned and pulled away.
I stopped kissing him. I didn't move an inch. I closed my eyes and took in a deep calming breath.
I couldn't make that decision. It didn't feel the same as it did when we were alone at the cabin.
Edward doesn't know I have condoms.
"Bella, I'm sorry I don't have any. I need to know you're OK. You said you saw the photos. Emmett told me how bad they look. I wish you'd never seen them," he said softly. "I'm so, so sorry Bella. I can't even…I knew they'd be bad. I should have realized how bad when my mom..."
His mum? She's seen them. Does she know about me?
He didn't finish the sentence and then it suddenly struck me. "You haven't seen them?"
"No, and I don't want to," he said. The anguish in his voice made it falter.
I felt his shoulders tense. Was this his anger returning?
"Edward," I said breathlessly. "You'll stay here, with me, in my bed tonight?"
"Try and keep me away, I don't want to be without you."
When he kissed me, it was soft. I was waiting for the fire to spark, but Edward kept it sweet and delicate.
When he pulled away and smiled at me, I was a second away from diving at the shoebox. I want him so badly.
"My lawyer called me earlier." Edward said out of the blue. "He has the copyright forms all ready for us to sign. He's coming to Vancouver on Friday. You probably have an email from your lawyer with a time to meet with him. His name is Harold Greene."
The song. Friday, Episode would be signed.
Friday.
"My laptop is still in the car…" I trailed off as my hand traced his jaw.
Three days. In three days, once all 'business' was out of the way, we could be together and he wouldn't be breaking his 'I don't get intimate with people I work with' rule. Will he want me, completely, then? Nothing getting in our way, no excuses, no insecurities, nothing to stop me from finally believing that Edward could really be mine?
I dropped my hand.
Edward smiled then tried to stifle his yawn.
"What time do you have to leave in the morning?" I asked him.
"I have to be on set at five, I'll have to leave here at four to go shower and get changed and meet the driver downstairs."
He kept caressing my jaw, staring into my eyes. I felt so conflicted. I knew if I took those condoms out of the shoebox, I could easily lure Edward naked into my bed.
But, my mind, yes, my psycho mind, was willing me to squash the idea. He'd literally been seething five minutes ago; the song would be signed on Friday. I wanted, no, I needed to know that Edward wanted me, for me, not for the lyrics, and definitely not as a reaction to an angry confrontation with Rosalie.
"We should go to sleep then," I whispered. The instant he yawned, I caught it too.
"OK," he said and kissed me softly on the cheek.
I slowly extracted myself from his embrace and grabbed my pyjamas from under the pillow to walk into the bathroom. I spent some time brushing my hair and braiding it, and brushing my teeth with my electric toothbrush. I found a spare little brush head in a plastic bubble pack. Smiling to myself, I placed it on the basin.
When I left the bathroom Edward was already under the covers, his jeans and shirt draped over the back of the desk chair and shoes sitting underneath.
He hadn't drawn the drapes over the windows. I thought about closing them, but he distracted me by holding the the quilt up for me so I could slip in next to him.
"There's a spare toothbrush thing for you to use on the basin." I said.
His smile, like his yawn, was contagious.
When Edward slid back under the covers after using the bathroom, he spooned me so tightly; I thought he'd never let me go. I didn't want him to. The drone of the air-conditioner, the faint murmur of the city outside and the occasional bangs and crashes coming from other rooms or other floors was familiar, yet foreign. I switched off the lamp, gripped his arm and pulled it to my chest. The heat of his body against my back soothed me and I relaxed into him and the mattress.
The last thing I remembered was Edward's whispered words into my hair.
"I love you."
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~~Edward~~
I woke with Bella's arm draped over my waist, our positions reversed from last night. I could feel her breath between my shoulder blades and I savoured it for a minute before slowly reaching out to pick up my phone from the bedside table. The alarm would go off in three minutes. I quickly switched it off so it wouldn't wake her, but when I tried to get out of the bed to leave, I couldn't do it.
Marcus will kill me if I'm late.
Do I care? Do I give a flying fuck about my career?
Nothing else seemed vaguely important to me unless it was concerned Bella.
I reluctantly shuffled forward, away from her warm body and stood up. She didn't wake. I went to the bathroom to take a leak.
If I flush, will it wake her?
It didn't.
I stared at her sleeping form as I dragged my clothes on. The curtains were open; the refracted light that filtered through and the illuminated numbers on the climate control panel combined to bathe Bella in a surreal red hue.
Her skin looked flawless. She's beautiful.
I looked around her hotel room. It was tiny, just a box with a bed, a writing desk and chair, the standard bench with a bar fridge and a small plasma TV. It was a smaller version of the generic hotel rooms that I seemed to live in constantly.
I didn't want to make love to her the first time in this room, in a bed that hundreds of people have slept in. I would give anything to be back at the cabin, the window open, the cool breeze blowing in, not this stifled boxy room with filtered air.
Does it matter where I show her my love? Will she care if I make love to her here, or anywhere else?
Thinking of being intimate with Bella was weakening my focus and I knew I had to go. I crept up to her side of the bed and kissed her hair. I didn't want to wake her, but I didn't want to just leave either.
"Bella," I whispered as I kissed her bare shoulder.
"Edward, don't...go," she implored.
Is she still asleep?
"Bella, I have to go."
"No, please Edward, I..." she jerked her body and opened her eyes. There was no doubt that she had been asleep.
"Edward?" she reached up and pulled on my neck, she pulled me down to kiss her.
God, she's so soft and warm and fragrant.
"I have to leave now; I didn't want to wake you."
Her eyes tried to focus on me and I kissed her one last time before pulling away. She dragged the sheet off her legs and stood up.
"Before you go..." she said.
I watched as Bella walked to the desk, her hands disappeared into her purse and then she returned to stand directly in front of me.
"Here," she handed me her room card. "It's the spare one, so you can...I mean if you want to then I want you to..."
I took it. "Thank you." I couldn't help but smile.
"I'll see you tonight?" she sounded hopeful. I guided her body back to the bed. She got back in and I tucked in the sheets.
"Yes, and I'll call you later. I have a feeling it will be a long shoot today, to catch up on the days we missed."
She smiled. "I'll miss you," she said. Even in the dim light I sensed she was blushing. I couldn't help but brush the back of my hand over the heat on her cheek, just to confirm it.
"I love you, Bella," I said and planted one soft kiss on her lips.
I walked backwards to the door, watching her watching me. I stood outside the weighted door and made sure it clicked closed before walking in a daze to the elevator and up to my room. I had a two-minute shower, got dressed and went down to the waiting car.
I nodded to Emmett when I saw him in the car behind mine. My first priority after the forty-minute drive to the set was to talk to him. I swallowed what little pride I had.
"Hey," he said.
"Hi, I have a really embarrassing request and it kills me to have to ask, but I can't trust anyone else." I plunged right in, scared that if I thought about it, I'd back out.
He looked amused.
"What is it?" he said.
I closed my eyes and I lowered my voice, even though there wasn't anyone within earshot.
"I need to ask you to buy me some...condoms."
He laughed. He fucking laughed.
"Is that it? Geez Ed, I thought you were going to ask me to wax your ass-crack or something."
"What -" I blanched.
"OK, you can ask," he said with a cocky grin.
"What? Emmett, God."
I could see he was thoroughly amused and enjoying my discomfort. Fuck it; I have no shame in admitting that I want to have safe intercourse with my girlfriend.
"Would you please buy me some condoms," I said simply.
"Haven't you...done the deed with Bella yet?" he asked with a genuine look of disbelief on his face.
"That's none of your business."
"Oh shit! Are you freaking kidding me? How in the fu-"
"For fucks sake will you buy them or not? I'm not discussing this with you."
"Sorry, but God damn Ed, seriously?"
I scrubbed my face in my hands and turned to walk to my trailer. Fuck I should have just ordered them online instead of having to deal with this shit.
"I'll take care of it!" he bellowed then I heard him laugh.
This is going to be the longest day of my life.
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A/N: I know! It's been ages, sorry. For all of you that wished me a great holiday in New York, you'll be happy to know, I had a blast. It was coming back to real life that threw me, so huge apologies for my tardiness in updating.
I did, however, post my final chapter in the Exclusively triple-shot. It was my Fandoms Fight the Floods contribution. It is linked from my profile. I hope you check it out (man-whore E and Virgin B).
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