No.12
Rose finds me eventually, her lipstick is smudged and hair messy. The face of a girl who had just made out with a man she'd met hours ago. Lucky son of a bitch.
She holds me close in the women's bathroom soothing me. After I told her what Alice shared with me she wrapped her arms around me tight. Now she was intent on making me giggle through the crying.
"What a fucking bitch. We should shit in her Botox," she growls.
"Huh?" I laugh as my tears dry up.
"It felt like the meanest thing I could come up with. I'm so drunk right now, baby," she sways slightly holding onto me, "and you're crying on your birthday. You should be drunk too. So we're going to go out there, do a shot and then you're going to dirty dance with me."
"I'm not in the mood," I begin.
"Did I ask? I'm pretty sure I told you," she glares at me, wobbling slightly.
Rose frequently teachers me when I refuse to do something. One time she had me write lines when I was drunk for smudging her winged eyeliner.
"You'll shake your ass and you'll fucking enjoy your birthday. Otherwise I'll scream so loud Prince Harry will shake in that palace of his," she commands.
I don't think it's worth the fight about Prince Harry nor arguing to stay put feeling sorry for myself in the bathroom.
Together we make myself look presentable, eventually disguising the fact I was ever upset. As we finish downing a second round of shots at the bar Rose squeals… a Beyoncé song has started thumping through the nightclub.
"Come on," she shouts, taking my hand.
Zigzagging through dancers and spit swappers we come to the centre of the dancefloor, she puts her hands on my hips pulling me close to her torso, guiding me to sway.
"Get it, baby," she yells, "25 looks so hot on you."
Throwing my arms up I follow her lead letting her help me dance away the stress. She helps me to feel sexy. We bump hips, shimmy back to back. When she slut drops I buckle over in laughter, holding her arms. She's exactly what I needed. Brought to me by Edward.
"I love you and I'm here for you," she shouts in my ear, "Emmett caught me up to speed about everything. Do you know she came onto him too! Considering she couldn't get the rich husband she went for his rich brother. He told me he prefers real tits, before looking right at mine."
"Seriously? Edward has mentioned to me they hated each other," I say.
"Today was the first time he saw the twins in months. She tries to keep them away from him, but Edward defies her constantly. Last time they hung out Seth fell over and Tanya has held onto it since," Rose says, "he was so sexy with those kids. Bella your boss is amazing… Can he hire me? To fly me here for free to spend your birthday with you all while exposing me to the living embodiment of Hercules. Let me in."
"Although you're probably more qualified, it's mine," I like my tongue out.
"Qualified? Bella you're killing it. You don't need to have looked after an army of kids to be good at this. They just need you to hear them, and you do loud and clear," she pushes hair behind my ears, "you're sensational."
"She is," Edward grabs me around the waist smiling at Rose, "my turn?"
"All yours buddy. Just know she gets feisty after a drink," Rose yells over the music, "don't put your fingers too close to her lips… if you know what I mean."
I'll kill her.
Thanks to the dark lighting he can't see me blush. But he sure as hell can feel how stiff I am as Rose rushes to Emmett at the bar.
"Sorry," I say, "she is a handful."
"She's fun," he says, "I like her."
"That makes one of us right now," he pulls me against him as I talk, hands on my waist, moving us to the music slowly, out of time to the beat.
It doesn't matter the pace because the music doesn't set the tempo. He does.
"I've not been on a nightclub dance floor for years. But thanks to you in that gorgeous dress I think I can remember how it's done," he leans down, mouth close to my ear, "only this time I need to fight to restrain myself."
"From what," I gulp.
"Putting my fingers too close to your lips," a growl from his chest envelops the words, they drip of need and desire.
His hand traces up my arm, his fingers on my lips. I want him to kiss me but my brain is screaming no. Nothing good could come from kissing your boss.
I bite my lip as he leans in, just as I anticipate his mouth his fingers arrive to my chin. While his fingers cup and hold my chin in place, his thumb traces my lip, pulling it from my teeth.
Surprising myself I grab his tone and muscles sides with my hands, opening my mouth to take his thumb in. His eyes instantly darken, an animalistic grunt from his throat. I suck my cheeks in before wrapping my teeth around his thumb, just above his cuticle. Lightly I bite down, when he removes his hand I move closer so I can whisper in his ear.
"She warned you," I giggle, leaning up to take his ear lip into my mouth next, repeating the treatment I just gave to his thumb, "I bite."
"Fuck," he shudders.
"I've never heard you swear like that," I laugh.
"I've never had the hottest, sexiest and most beautiful woman on earth tease me like that," his hands now rest lower my hips.
The chemistry is past boiling point. We're heading for a nuclear meltdown. Atomic.
My arousal is well and truly making itself known, my legs trying to create friction as we move together. The urgency to have him has never been this bad.
"Bella," he sounds weak, he's on his knees, "you don't know how badly I want you."
"I have an idea," I smirk.
Over his shoulder I notice Alice waving me over.
"But you'll have to wait a little longer," I say, "your sister wants me more."
"Impossible," he places a kiss on my jawline before I manage to pry myself away from his arms.
We can't find Rose and Emmett. While Alice looks concerned, I'm giggling because I know exactly what… who she is doing.
"Call her," Alice holds her phone to her ear.
We were calling it a night considering Alice and I were stumbling as we walked. Sign of a successful birthday if you ask me. It was almost 4 in the morning and Rose had snuck off with Emmett.
"She's probably at the hotel," I say.
I try her phone and as she picks up my eyes find Edward's. He's just as amused as I am.
"Ommfghh ah," Rose gasp, "hello?"
"Where are you?" I demand.
"On my back. Give me twenty min… oh shit," she gasps out.
I hang up and smile at Edward.
"I hate your sister for making me listen to that," I say.
Alice immediately cancels her call to Emmett laughing.
"Is there a long way back?" I ask.
"Oh gross. So they're going for it," Alice scrunches her nose, "Edward walks her to her hotel. I'll leave the door open for you both, make sure you bring your brother back with you."
The boys would crash on Alice's couch before taking me home in the morning. Edward had paid for Rosalie's accomodation for the week too so she could see London. He'd agreed to give me two more days off this week so I could spend time with her.
"I was planning on it," Edward shrugs his jacket off before placing it around my shoulders as we step out onto the sidewalk, in front of the club.
"Happy birthday, Bella," Alice squeezes me to her, "I hope you had the best time tonight. Remember what I said. Don't let that slut win."
"Alice," Jasper scoffs with disbelief at his wife's bluntness.
"It's true," she shrugs.
Jasper also steps forward to give me a quick hug.
"Happy birthday. We hope to see you again soon," Jasper says.
"She'll come to the BBQ for Mother," Alice instructs Edward, "with the kids."
It's Edward's mother's birthday next weekend and while Tanya has been invited she declined. She'd be in Dubai anyway. Leaving a gap for me to go along and help with the kids.
"Sure," I smile, "I'll be working but."
"Fuck that," Alice waves her hand, "I know your boss and I'm his boss so."
Edward laughs his hand finding the small of my back. After we say goodnight we slowly begin the walk back to the hotel. Although it's late the streets of London are far from quiet.
"I had the best time. I love your sister and brother. Jasper is so sweet too," I say.
"They're cool," he nods, "they seem smitten with you."
"They're just easy to get along with," I shrug.
His scent from his jacket enwraps me. I'm in heaven. Best birthday ever.
"I'm sorry," I whisper suddenly, "Alice gave me some more of your story. I hope that doesn't upset you. But I'm so sorry. You deserved so much more and you still do. Through it all you never faltered for those kids and I guess I wanted to tell you that I have so much respect for you."
"Don't say sorry," he shakes his head, "I think the only thing you should actually be sorry about is not meeting me before her."
He sounds so vulnerable. Our chat gets deeper as we arrive at the hotel, even more when we arrive at my floor.
"If it had been you… I would have been so blessed," he smiles down at me, "we would have travelled and then did the kids."
"You can still travel. I hear they love Disneyland," I smile.
"Proper travel," he smirks, "we're talking the Swiss Alps and the gondolas of Venice. I'd have fed you strawberries under the Tower Eiffel."
"Romantic," I smirk.
"We never even had a honeymoon," he whispers, "we got married in a courthouse and then we just did life. There was never love. My kids will grow up thinking that's what marriage looks like. The only example they'd had is my parents."
"It's not too late," I say, "you could find someone else. Divorce her and show them what it actually looks like. That staying in a situation that makes you hurt isn't love."
As we exit the lift a window with the cityscape is before us. Big Ben proudly lit for us. I begin to head toward the hallway but he grabs my waist, pulling me back, lifting me.
Before I can gasp my back is against the window, the cold glass against my shoulders bringing out those goosebumps. His hands hold my face firm before he leans down and kisses me.
My chest rises into his body, my lips immediately responding. I rest my hands on his sides, bunching his shirt up to pull him closer. For weeks I'd waited for this. No fantasy I had could compare to the real thing.
Together our lips move, his body itching to get closer. I forget the chill of the window, he ignites warmth right into my soul. As we kiss nothing matters. It's us.
I sigh into his mouth as his tongue licks my bottom, swollen lip. Opening my mouth the kiss gets better. As our tongues swirl together his hands travel down my body, going as far as to cup my ass and lift me.
Moaning I jump with his assistance wrapping my legs around his waist. His lips leave mine to let me breathe, while he keeps them busy on my neck and chest.
"Sir. We have bedrooms designed for that sort of activity," a bored voice interrupts us.
Edward's head snaps up. He's not embarrassed like I am, he is grinning ear to ear, lipstick smothers his face.
"Sorry," he looks over his shoulder at the staff member, "I had to kiss her before it was too late."
"There are beds in the room sir," he says as he disappears.
I loosen my grip around his waist and return my feet to the floor, wiping my mouth mortified.
"Sorry," I whisper, "that was… you're… we shouldn't. It's late and we have had a lot to drink."
His face falls slightly but he nods. He wipes his face with this arm.
"Agreed. I'll umm… get my brother," he motions for me to follow.
I watch him knock on the door until Emmett throws it open, grinning like an idiot.
"Sorry bro," he grins, "she was so fucking hot. I'm seeing her again… oh Bells. Happy birthday."
"Let's go," Edward pats his arm, "now."
I wish them both good night, but Edward leans in to me kissing my cheek. His lips linger, so when he speaks it's directly into my ear. Soft so Emmett can't intrude.
"A very happy birthday to you. It should have been you… I'm going to make it you, cause like you said it isn't too late," he whispers.
Tears well in my eyes as he pulls back, he nods turning to his brother.
"Get your horny ass in that elevator now," Edward snaps, "you're not a teenager anymore."
"Jealous much," Emmett snickers, "next time you and Bella can join."
"Emmett," he growls as the doors shut.
I laugh through the beginning of my tears, once I'm inside on the floor against the door I look up to see Rose standing by the bed. She's stark naked… nothing I've not seen before… arms crossed smiling at me. It made me hate this situation more
Curse Rosalie and her Victoria Secret model body.
"You look like you were just kissed into next week," she smirks.
"Put clothes on you whore," I laugh until I need to cover my face to stop the crying, shaking as I speak, "and I'm not sleeping in that bed if there's bodily fluids in it."
"Oh babe, stuff the fluids," she wraps a robe around herself rushing to me, taking me in her arms, "look at you, you're falling but know that even if he doesn't catch you, I will."
"I've already fallen," I mutter, "I think I love him."
She kisses her forehead, letting me sit cuddled in her arms against the door for god knows how long.
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