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When Edward left on Wednesday, I was staring down the barrel of a very long day with nothing to do. I still wasn't talking to Rose, and she couldn't seem to understand why I had basically shut her out. Really it was the whole situation that was fucked-up. She just stood there as my dad called me names, both of them knowing what I had been through, and then when I came downstairs with my stuff, she had the balls to be pissed at me. I didn't need to deal with that and I wouldn't.

The only person that I had left besides Edward was Jasper. I texted him to see if he was busy today. Apparently, they were still having problems with the Volturi, and though it worried me, I couldn't feel bad for my dad. I hated everything that he stood for and the fact that I was forced to grow up around all this toxic shit and had lost my mom in the process. I tried not to, but I always wondered what it would have been like if my mom was still alive and my dad was the one to die that night.

I got up off the couch and started pacing. I hated sitting around in this house all day waiting for Edward to come home so that I had some sort of human interaction. My phone buzzed with an incoming call, and it was fucking Rose again. I rolled my eyes and answered because I knew she wouldn't stop, but I still had no intention of making the conversation long. "What?"

"Well, hello to you too, sister dear," Rose said, her voice teasing.

"This isn't a joke, Rose. Have your unanswered calls not given you the hint that I don't want to talk to you?" I snapped, hating that she always tried to act like I was just being irrational.

"Well, I want to talk. I have loads to say," she said harshly.

I shook my head even though she couldn't see me. "Save it, I'm not interested." I was about to hang up when she shouted.

"I met your boyfriend!" Her voice was tinged with a hint of desperation.

"He's not my boyfriend. And I'm aware. He already told me about dinner at his parents' house. So, it seems like your date went well. Good for you, congrats on your new family. Maybe they won't find out how two-faced you really are."

"What is that supposed to mean, Bella?"

"You just stood there, Rose, as Dad called me a slut, and then you had the audacity to act all high and mighty when I came back downstairs, asking me why I wasn't ready. Do you really believe for one second that had I not left that I would have gone to work with him after that? I'm not throwing a temper tantrum. I'm not sowing my wild oats, or even rebelling. I'm hurt and I'm disappointed that when I actually started thinking you'd be in my corner and stand behind me, when I needed you the most, you stood with Dad. I'm sorry, but I'm not ready to forgive that." I hung up before she could say anything else because I just couldn't stand there and argue with her anymore. The little chat bubble icon was blinking at me, letting me know that I had a text message.

I should be free in about thirty minutes. You want to grab some lunch? I'll pay. ~J

I smiled and replied that I would love that. We discussed a time and a place to meet up, and after freshening up a bit, I grabbed my keys from the table. I went over to Bear, hugging him and giving him a scratch behind the ears before leaving. The drive to Jasper's house was easy, and when I arrived, I had to wait for a few minutes until his car pulled up behind mine. We both exited our vehicles and I started to walk toward him, but before I could make it there, he was meeting me in front of the car and giving me a huge hug. I returned his embrace, seeking comfort from my oldest friend, and then we both got in the vehicle.

Jasper didn't have a ridiculously expensive car like Edward, but it still cost quite a bit. He had a rebuilt '67 Ford Mustang Coupe, in a dark green color. I buckled my seatbelt and smiled at Jasper. "Where are we going?" I asked him.

"We're going to J's On The Bay in Staten Island. Figured it'd be nice to get out of Brooklyn for a bit," he said, giving me his charming grin. I chuckled and nodded. "So, what's been going on since you left?" he asked.

I know he was upset I left after asking to crash. "I'm sorry, J. You know that had nothing to do with you, right? I just realized that your house is the first place my dad would look, so it was probably not too smart of me to run there immediately." He chuckled. I arched my eyebrows at him. "How long?"

"About fifteen minutes after you left. He actually wanted to search my house 'cause he didn't believe me," he confessed, laughing.

"See, that's the downside of him knowing all of my friends," I muttered.

Silence filled the car as we made our way across the bridge. When we arrived at our destination, we got out of the car, but before I could go inside, Jasper caught my wrist in his hand and tugged me back. "So, where are you staying then?"

I shook my head. "You know I can't tell you."

"I'm not gonna tell your dad." He looked offended.

I shook my head again and moved closer to him. "I know, and it's not about that. I don't want to put you in a situation where you have to lie to him."

"Bells." He used that warning tone, the one that usually crushed my defenses.

But I was a different person now. It was hard to realize that. Edward somehow made me stronger. Less afraid. The old Bella would have forgiven Rosalie already. "Jazz," I said back, using the same warning tone. "I know you're worried." I cupped his cheek. "All you need to know is that I'm safe."

Jasper sighed and gestured with his head for us to go inside. We were seated next to each other and were both silent as we decided what to order. I made mine in about two minutes and put my menu down. Jasper looked at me with a cocked eyebrow and a smirk on his face. "Bet I can guess what you're getting."

"Be my guest," I said, giving him a challenging look.

He read over the menu for a minute and then started smiling. "The lobster roll."

"Fuck." I frowned, pouting that he got it on his first guess.

He started laughing. "15 years, Bellsy."

I joined him in his laughter, shoving him playfully. "You think you know me so well."

"I do." He smirked again, and I just rolled my eyes.

When the waiter came over, I let Jasper order for me and he ordered an appetizer too.

"So, if your dad knows all your friends and he hasn't found you yet, then that means you're staying at that guy, Edward's house," he said nonchalantly. He was trying to bait me.

I made sure my face stayed neutral and didn't give anything away. "I told you I'm not gonna tell you."

"Bells, that's not safe," he argued.

"Okay, for argument's sake, let's say you are right. How isn't it safe? You know jack shit about him, Jasper," I said, my expression irritated.

"Neither do you. You slept with the guy one night at a club, and now you're playing house with him," he whisper-hissed.

I looked at him in shock. Jasper usually never got mad at me or raised his voice, but lately he had lost his temper with me."What the fuck, Jazz? What the hell is going on with you? You have never had a problem with any of the guys I have been with, so why this guy?"

"Because you've told me for years that you don't do the commitment thing. It's the excuse you gave me when I wanted to move our relationship past friends, and that has been true from what I've seen. But then this guy? He stalked you, Bella, and somehow found out who you really were, so why do you just automatically trust him? You've changed since you met him." He frowned, like he wasn't happy with that information. "You never would have gone off on your dad before. You and Rose would be talking instead of fighting."

"So, now that I'm defending myself against the people who I usually let walk all over me, it's an issue?"

"I didn't say that." he defended.

"I know. You're trying very hard not to say that, but I can tell it's what you mean."

"I just don't understand and I want to." he spoke calmly and softly.

"I've seen him more than just that one night at the club. There were also the times in front of the bagel shop and at the deli, and any other times are none of your business. Edward and I have an arrangement."

"So, you're fuck buddies?"

"If you want to label it—yeah, more or less. I can't explain it, Jasper, but I can be just Bella around him. I don't have to worry about whether I'm supposed to be Cigno or Swan. I don't have to worry about whether or not he's after me for the money my family has. I'm just a twenty-one-year-old girl from Brooklyn that he finds attractive," I finished explaining, shrugging my shoulders.

He scoffed and shook his head, his expression angry, lips set in a tight line and brows turned down. I had no idea how to deal with this. I'd seen Jasper angry before, but it was usually aimed at other people. I didn't do anything wrong, so I couldn't understand his change in demeanor. I played back our conversation and then it clicked.

"Are you jealous of Edward, Jasper?" I asked quietly.

"Come on, Bella. Why the hell would I be jealous of him?" He scoffed again but it came out half-hearted.

Our conversation was momentarily interrupted when the waiter came by with our food. We both thanked him, and Jasper immediately took a bite of his food, avoiding having to expand on what he was saying.

Not wanting to let the subject just drop, I spoke gently. "Because I'm with him. Not as his girlfriend, but I just told you what we do. I haven't forgotten that you wanted that at one point, Jazz." I didn't want to make him angrier, but the shift in how he was treating me started to make more sense.

"Yeah and you didn't, so it never went beyond that. I understood that you didn't want to ruin our friendship." He looked contemplative, but he also looked kind of sad.

It wasn't the first time that I wished I could feel that way about him. I loved Jasper without a doubt but it was more like an older brother than anything else. We grew up together, so we'd seen each other at our best and worst times. He was attractive to me and genuinely a good guy, but his temper and ties to my dad made the ability for a romance to bloom a definite hard pass for me. I didn't want to be Jasper's girlfriend. I would just be trading my warden from my dad to Jasper, and I would end up resenting him.

"Yeah, because I still love you, and I don't want anything to change that." I scooted closer to him and rested my chin on his shoulder. "You can be jealous of Edward all you want, but there's really no need. I love you, but I'm not in love with you, and besides you know me better than anyone else."

I wrapped my arms around his waist, and he turned and kissed my temple. "Yeah I do, topina."

I giggled and he started laughing, both of us dissolving into near tears from laughing so hard.

When we were done eating, we drove around, just talking and hanging out. I looked in the rearview mirror and had to do a double take. "J, you got a tail."

"What?" he said, stopping in the middle of the story he was telling me. Looking in the mirror confirmed it for him. "You got your seatbelt on?"

I nodded and braced myself. Jasper was one of the best drivers I had seen. Maybe Edward could give him a run for his money, but we hadn't been in a situation when I could see his skills. Jasper revved the engine and sped up, switching lanes, back and forth. Once he got whoever was following us as far left as he could get them, he made a beeline for the next exit, crossing several lanes of traffic at once. When he got off the exit, he turned left, then right, then right again, then left. I had no idea where we were, but he pulled into an alley and then sat waiting. After ten minutes, we concluded that no one was following us anymore.

We both breathed sighs of relief because we knew that was probably a lackey for my dad that had been following us. Once we had driven around as much as we could, Jasper went back to his house so that I could get my vehicle. He gave a big hug when I got out of the car, and I returned the embrace.

I was surprised to see Edward's Escalade when I pulled up to his brownstone. I found a parking spot pretty close by and hurried up the porch steps. When I walked inside, I saw Edward sitting on his couch, but to my dismay, he looked pissed.

"Look who decided to show the fuck up," he snapped. "I tried to call you a few times."

I realized that my phone was in my back pocket, but I hadn't been paying attention to it. I sighed because I was really getting tired of dealing with moody guys today. "Sorry, I wasn't paying attention to my phone." I stayed standing between the dining room and living room, not eager to get closer to him.

"I came home so that you wouldn't have to hang out alone all goddamn day and then imagine my surprise when you're not here and won't answer any of my god forsaking phone calls. I was five minutes away from going to look for you." He shook his head, a frown still on his face.

"Edward, you don't have to worry about that—" I started but he cut me off.

"Where the hell were you?" he asked, standing up and stalking toward me.

I shrugged. "I was hanging out with Jasper."

"Of course." He slammed his hand against the wall, "The cocksucker who you're 'just friends' with." His face contorted into a menacing scowl, and he shook his head, as if he was having an internal war with himself.

"I can't hang out with my friends without you getting upset? What am I supposed to do? Sit here and wait for you to get off like a good little girl. Bear is the pet, Edward. Not me."

I saw something flash in his eyes, and it kinda unnerved me. The look on his face scared me, but it also made arousal pool in my underwear. He looked like he wanted to devour me whole. He kept advancing on me, and I backed up, matching him step for step until I was in the kitchen and I had nowhere to go. "I'm sick of that asshole. He's always fucking lurking around. Waiting for you to need him. Damsel in distress. Why don't you fuck him and get it over with!"

This was starting to spiral, and while I never thought Edward would hurt me, I was interested in deescalating rather than tearing him a new hole for telling me to fuck some other guy. "Why are you jealous, Edward? It's not like that. I've already told you that. We've never done anything and we never will."

"Are you sure, because I've seen the way he looks at you, Bella. He wants you," he whispered, his lips skimming the column of my neck. "Maybe you don't feel that way, but he certainly does. Fucker."

I gripped his hair in my fingers, pulling his head to look at me. "It doesn't matter. I just want you."

His lips slammed to mine, and his large hands gripped my waist, lifting me up and setting me down on the counter. When he pulled away from my lips, I was breathing heavily. He moved me to the edge of the counter, sliding his hands under my skirt and pulling my underwear off, bunching up my skirt in the process so it was sitting above my waist. Undoing his belt, he pulled his pants down, revealing his boxers which were tented with his erection, hard and ready.

He slid his fingers down my slit, finding me drenched for him. "Always so fucking wet for me. Me." He groaned, emphasizing his last word.

I nodded, waiting for him to pull his boxers down. But he didn't do that. Instead, he just pulled himself out through the slit in them and maneuvered me closer so I was almost all the way off the counter. Thrusting inside of me in one long stroke, he didn't give me time to adjust to him—he just pumped his hips quickly, forcing me to wrap my legs around his waist.

He had never been this way with me—it was completely frenzied and animalistic. He was burying himself to the hilt with each thrust, hitting my G-spot and causing me to moan or cry out with each stroke. "Fuck, Edward," I whimpered.

"Yeah, that's right. Say my name." He grunted, burying his face in my neck. He bit my skin and then licked the sting away, repeating the action all over my throat. When he couldn't reach every inch of my skin, he grew frustrated and ripped my shirt off. He was fucking me so hard I couldn't even be pissed that he had ruined a $150 silk shirt.

With his dick still inside me, he gripped my waist again and lifted me from the counter. He walked to one of the chairs at the dining room table. When he sat in it, he started controlling my hips, and I got the message. I started riding him with every ounce of energy I had.

Edward started licking my nipples and biting them through my bra, causing jolts of pain and pleasure to run through my body. I started rubbing my clit, but Edward knocked my hand away. "I'm the one that makes you come. Beg for it, baby."

I could see by the look in his eyes that he had every intention of making me plead for it. "Fuck, please, Edward. Make me come. I'm so close. Please."

"You are a good fucking girl," he purred. He started running circles on my clit with his thumb.

My panting got quicker, and I started to moan loudly until the coil in my belly snapped, causing my stomach to clench and my walls to clamp down on him.

"Fuck. You're strangling my dick. So fucking tight." He groaned before stilling inside me, and I felt his hot cum pour into me.

If I hadn't already climaxed, the things he said alone could unravel me. He made noises during sex and would talk, but today was a whole new thing for me and I liked it a lot.

I pressed my lips to his and then whispered in his ear. "I like it when you talk dirty, Edward."

He smirked and I smiled back at him. "I like hearing you beg for it."

Well that was definitely something that I would have to file away for later. For now, I wasn't done kissing him.


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