Kate1386, I stole your word - nonvitation.
Bella's at her apartment door when I get home from work, and I immediately scold her ass for missing our coffee date. "I wasted a cup of coffee on you this morning. What the fuck?"
She stood me up, and I didn't like it one fucking bit.
"Really, Edward, this neediness," she says, pointing between us. "It's not a good look on you." She smirks, and honestly, I feel like dick slapping her in the mouth. She'd probably like it, though, and I'm mad at her, so that won't do.
And neediness?
She fucking wishes, the sexy little fucker.
"Come to think of it. I am pretty needy right now - for a beer. Meet me on the balcony. Don't be late."
I unlock my door and leave Bella in the hallway. I've never wanted to fuck her more than I do right now. But we have boundaries. Well, we did have boundaries until she climbed that divider and invaded my space last night. She brought the tits, ass and sass and started a mess of epic dickportions.
I took a bath for fuck's sake.
She's always been a sassy little bitch. It's not like this is new. The wanting to pound her into next week is fairly new. I guess I've always wanted to pound her just not into next week. Fuck, it's the attitude. Has it gotten worse or something?
I'm just a roller coaster of fucking emotions.
Goddamn mommy issues and shit.
Come tomorrow, I'll have no fucking mommy.
Stop saying mommy, you fucking cunt.
Bella's no show this morning ruined my entire day, and fuck if I know why. I'm sure she's missed morning coffee before, not that I have any fucking recollection of that happening but I'm sure it has.
Marcus called me a cranky little bitch because of it, and if he wasn't my boss, I would have slapped him - with my fist of course. At least he gave me Monday off, good man that he is.
I move to the fridge and grab every beer I have left, hoping Bella's hungry enough to contribute dinner. Another thing we've never done together but the times, they are fucking changing. Just in case she's as inconsiderate as she was this morning, I grab chips and salsa.
"You're late," Bella says, her ass in my chair, a beer in her hand, her shirt half hanging off her shoulders. Why wear a fucking shirt if it's doing nothing to cover what it's supposed to cover? Her shoulders are just goddamn distracting. We're gonna have to start setting a dress code for these balcony dates.
I see no dinner. I've never seen anyone more inconsiderate than my little balcony bitch.
"You're just early. Are you trying to kiss ass? Is this what that is? I bet you were the teacher's pet in school."
"I pet the teachers, sure."
"I think I read about you…"
She knocks me in the head with the bottle cap, and I have a good laugh. In all seriousness, if she pet her fucking teachers she's banished from my balcony. I'll toss her overboard myself. I wouldn't even cop a feel.
"I bought a dress." She opens the bag of chips and twists the lid off the salsa without even straining. Fuck, that's hot, right? Even I have to knock the lid a few times with a butter knife first.
"Is it short? Tight? Red?"
"You'll see. Where's the wedding anyway? Do I need to pack a bag?"
"Considering we're gonna drink ourselves completely fucking stupid, I'd pack a bag."
She nods, and I watch her shove a chip in her mouth before washing it down with her beer. "It's not local?"
The timer on her phone goes off, scaring the piss out of me. "What's that?"
"Dinner." She stands, and fuck, is she even wearing pants?
My head swivels as she walks past, tilting and turning to see what she's got on under that shoulder baring shirt. She hops up on the divider before dropping down onto her side. Wait, did she say dinner?
"You made me dinner? Such a sweet little lovebird. I think I'm gonna cry."
Or jizz in my pants.
"I made me dinner, big douche."
Goddamn, she's rude.
"But I guess I'll share."
She walks away, and I drain my entire beer before rubbing a hand down my face. When did shit get so complicated? Oh I know, yesterday when those piece of shits I don't call family sent me a nonvitation to their wedding.
Their nonvitation made me want to fuck my coffee buddy - well not this morning she wasn't. I'm still bitter as fuck about it.
I think she'd go for it. She seems like the type to hate fuck the hell out of me. Although the attitude, the sass - it's all a game to her. Foreplay before the play play. I think she wants my dick. Is this her way of playing hard to get? I've got the hard part down, she's just gotta get on it and play.
"A little help," she calls, holding up a tray, but if I get up she'll see my boner and take it as an invitation. I'm not ready for balcony sex. I'm too unstable. The time's not right. She's gonna get the wrong idea. "Edward, seriously."
Ah fuck it. If she sees it and wants it then I'll fuck her shit up, but no worries here because she sets the tray down and heads back inside. I'm relieved. Why? Fuck, if I know.
I set the tray of lasagna down and take my seat again, popping open another beer and waiting for my dinner buddy.
"You never told me," she says, breezing past me. "Is the wedding not in town?"
"No, it's in Phoenix."
She nods and gives me a plate and plastic fork. "I looked up Rosalie and Emmett on Facebook."
"Why?"
"Because I wanted to see if they were dickwads."
"And?"
"They're total dickwads. Big bro did you a favor, dude."
"What does that mean?"
"It means, it looks like she leads him around by his dick. You don't want a leashed dick, do you? I hear it hurts."
"What?"
I have no idea what the fuck is going on right now. Has she leashed a dick before? What does that even mean? Does the leash hook to a collar?
Fuck, it looks like it's another bath night.
"What is wrong with you?" She asks, dumping a shitload of lasagna on her plate.
"What's wrong with me? What's wrong with you?" I quickly dump a shitload of lasagna onto my own plate before she decides she wants it all.
"Nothing. Don't be such a bitch, Edward."
"Do I need to kick you back to your side? And who are you calling a bitch, bitch?"
She laughs and rolls her eyes. "I'll take my food with me." She eyes my plate.
"You can stay, but play fucking nice."
"Get your game face on, Edward. None of this…" she waves her fork between us. "...whatever this look is. You look like you're constipated."
"Maybe I am."
I'm fucking not.
"Tomorrow you're don't give a fuck Edward. You've moved on and you need to make that shit believable. Don't you dare look like a pansy."
This bitch.
"You're ruining my dinner."
"Boohoo."
I'm five seconds away from boohooing her mouth. Whatever that means. I was thinking a real good mouth fuck to shut her up, but it sounded nothing like that.
We finish off our plates in silence and then she yawns and stretches, leaning back in her chair, pushing her tits out. She's sending off real fuck me vibes right now.
As a distraction I tell her about Esme's text yesterday. How she's glad I'm not attending the wedding. How she told Emmett not to invite me - that it'd be better if I wasn't there.
"They're all going to regret the day they fucked you over," she says. "What time are we leaving?"
I shrug. "After coffee," I say, daring her to stand me up again.
She nods and finishes off her beer before standing up. "I'm hitting the sack," she says, moving past me.
"No gym today?" I call after her, turning in my chair to watch her. Her climbing the wall is my new favorite thing to watch.
"Uh, no. I need to find a new gym."
"Why?" I stand with my beer and move to the divider.
"None of your business."
"Ah," I say, taking a drink, nodding like I've got it all figured out. To be honest, I have no fucking clue. I know nothing. "Gym rat giving you trouble? Let me guess, he wants to do a couple's workout? Or wait, he wants to bench press you…"
"Goodbye, loser."
She slips inside, leaving me to clean up beer bottles and dinner plates. I guess that's fair. She brought dinner. I clean her mess. She makes my dick hard. I don't fuck her. Yeah, it's all pretty fair.
Tomorrow I'm drinking coffee on her balcony. My space is not her space and this invading shit, it's confusing me. Maybe I'll show her my shoulders and my hard nipples, see how she likes it.
Fuck, she'll probably like it, though.
I'm fucked if I do, and I'm fucked if I don't.
So, basically, I'm winning.