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6.

BPOV

Three tips to survive a 9am lecture:

1) Do not spend the night before with a completely disarming, beautiful man with his distracting lips and thought provoking conversation.

2) Never wake up forty minutes before said lecture, in the arms of your (as previously mentioned) boyfriend, who will attempt to convince you (in his really sexy, husky morning voice) to ditch your lecture and spend the rest of the morning with him lying on the floor of your sitting room.

3) Leave phone at home in case the man - who is determined to flush your education down the toilet - texts you dirty words and romantic sentiments.

I haven't answered Edward's texts, as part of a half-hearted attempt to actually concentrate on whatever my lecturer is babbling on about.

What he is talking about counts for forty percent of your final grade Bella…

But I can't stop myself from reading what he is writing. Texts from Edward Mason beat Mark Twain any day of the week.

Bet you wish you didn't ditch me for Shakespeare now, beautiful;) -E

I had some pretty amazing dreams of you Angel, but last night put them all to shame. -E

Mind you, I am partial to your Fat Boy fantasy…-E

Seriously though, I had an incredible night. I can't stop thinking about you. I am working at Eclipse tonight, but give me a call when I can see you again xx -E

I sigh at the last text, tucking the phone back into my pocket. He is becoming a bad influence, but I can't find it within me to care. Edward makes me feel alive in so many ways. I mean sure, he isn't exactly perfect; he is cocky and weirdly mysterious when it comes to his past, but he is also kind of perfect for me.

An involuntary smile spreads across my face as I think about earlier this morning at my apartment.

I quickly pulled a long sleeve purple top over my head; whizzing around the room like a tornado. "SHIT! I am so late!" I pulled on my Chucks, and ran a hand through my semi-decent hair. The lecture was focusing on poetry. Now, as an English student – of course, I can appreciate poetry to a certain degree, but there were certain aspects of it that just didn't click with me. In comparison with novels, play and scriptwriting – it was something I did struggle with.

"Baby, calm down, I can drive you."

I turned to my boyfriend. He looked beyond edible with his tousled hair, shirtless body and unbuttoned jeans that hung low on his hips, "You are my saviour."

I rose onto my tiptoes, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips in thanks. Of course, instead of it being a brief peck, he placed his hands under my ass, wrapping my legs around his waist and started kissing my neck.

I giggled, feeling his hard on "Edward, we can't! I am so late…"

"Let's be later…" He growled against my skin, gently nibbling at my pulse point. We toppled over onto my bed: him on top.

"Mmm, tempting. But seriously I can't miss this, I already suck at Chaucer."

"Shakespeare can wait five more minutes."

"You mean Twa- whoa."

He deliciously sucked a spot behind my ear; making my eyes roll.

"Okay, but just five minutes!"

"And that's it for today."

I shake my head, gathering my books in my arms. I will text Edward when I get back to the apartment. Right now, I desperately need coffee in my system.

"Swan!"

Oh for fuck's sake. Out of all the days…

I slowly turn towards the bane of my existence with a tight smile. Deep breathes, Bella.

"Tyler" I acknowledge.

The cocky son of a bitch struts towards me with a walk that implies that he believes he is far better good looking than he really is.

Tyler Crowley has been trying to get into my pants since the start of NYU. He is a serial dater; known on campus for his obscene amount of conquests, and he can't seem to grasp why I was not (under any circumstances) interested.

"How is my girl doing?" He grins, slipping an arm around my shoulders.

I immediately shrug it off in irritation "I am not your girl Tyler."

I march off, swerving through the mass amount of students, hoping to lose him. Of course, it is a fruitless effort.

"But you could be, if you would agree to go on that date with me. C'mon Bells, stop playing hard to get."

Persistence only looks good on Edward.

I turn sharply towards him, "look Tyler, I'm flattered, but I am actually seeing someone."

His face doesn't lose any of its smugness, and I search it for any redeeming qualities that somehow make up for his atrocious personality. It astounds me that he got so many girls. He has normal brown eyes, mousey curly hair, and an average build… definitely not my type.

"Beat it Crowley."

I look over his shoulder at Alice with a relieved grin.

"Brandon," Tyler stutters, turning to my best friend. I'm always amused by Tyler's terror of my little pixie. It began in junior year, when she kneed him in the balls when he tried to kiss her. His crotch must remember her.

She raises a slender eyebrow at him, "shoo."

He gives me one last longing look, before scurrying away.

I laugh, linking an arm through Alice's, "my hero."

She giggles, leading me away from the building "Y'know what would've been even better? If Edward had been with me! That guy would shit bricks if he saw him!"

I blush; Edward getting territorial is an intriguing image.

"How did last night go?"

"Amazing," I sigh, "we had dinner, and watched a movie" kinda.

"Ooh, Netflix and chill? Was it good?"

My cheeks floods with heat and my voice catches in my throat. The way his skin felt against mine, his lips trailing down my body, his long musical fingers. He is beyond my wildest dreams.

"Fuck, you're speechless!" Alice squeals.

I giggle nervously, "It was unbelievable Ali."

"And did you give him any sugar back?" she prods.

"Uh…"

She halts her steps at my hesitation, surprise overtaking her features.

"What! You didn't?"

"I tried!" I defend, "but he said 'tonight's all about you.'"

She looks at me thoughtfully before continuing her quick pace "Okay, I guess that's sweet. And really rare… I mean, what man would turn down a blow job?"

I shrug, equally bewildered "he said that I could repay the favour another time. He was so romantic though, and…"

"And?"

"He may have asked me to be his girlfriend…"

"NO FUCKING WAY!"

I curse, covering her mouth. We are in the middle of a busy sidewalk, and there are people staring. But Alice pays no attention to me, choosing to jump up and down with excitement.

"Ahhhhhhhh!"

"Alice! Can you save this for the apartment?"

"You have a boyfriend! Bella has a boyfriend!"

She gets her phone out and starts texting furiously.

"What the hell? Alice, who are you texting? You know that I've had a boyfriend before, right?"

"Yeah, two! Riley 'the bore' and Felix 'the cat' certainly do not count!"

"Felix the cat?"

"Look, no right parent would call their kid 'Felix'! It's a cat's name!"

"Says the girl who is dating 'Jasper'."

"Hey! Jasper is a very strong name! Did you know Jazzy was named after his great, great, great, great grandpappy Jasper, who was a General in the Civil War?" A dreamy look falls over her features, "Mmm, Jazzy in a uniform…"

I roll my eyes, "Focus Alice."

She shakes her head, "right. Anyway, my point is – Edward is the first, really serious boyfriend you have ever had! Plus he's hot."

She goes back to her phone.

"Who are you texting?"

"Jazzy. We made a bet on when he'd ask you."

"You made a bet on my relationship?"

"Yep. I said it would be this week. He thought it would be at least until next week, after your third date or something."

"What have you won?"

She wiggles her eyebrows at me, "well, there's thing Jasper can do with his tongue…"

"REWIND, REWIND, REWIND! Do not need to know!"

"You asked" she huffs.

"And don't I regret it" I mutter.

"Really though, I am so happy for you Bells. I couldn't think of a person who deserves love more than you."

"Whoa, slow down. No love!"

"Yet."

I chuckle, ignoring her.

Alice grins at my silence, "so you are seeing him tonight?"

"He's working at Eclipse."

"So?"

"So, he's working."

"You can surprise him! He's your boyfriend! We could make a night of it."

"I don't know Alice… We've been out a lot lately."

"We are twenty two Bella, not fifty two. C'mon, lets go and buy a new dress. As a celebration of both of us having fit boyfriends."

Can't argue with that logic.

…

"Do I look fat?"

Alice walks into my room in a mango coloured dress that appeared like a second skin on her petite body. She runs a self-conscious hand over her stomach.

I look at her confused, "Alice, there's literally not an ounce of fat on you."

"I know, but I have this really weird feeling…"

"What feeling?"

"Its nothing," she dismisses "I don't like it. I think I preferred the fuchsia one."

I nod, remembering the pretty, pink sweetheart dress she had also bought earlier. Alice is a shopaholic in every sense of the word.

"I am so glad you got that dress over the blue one. You look absolutely stunning."

I stare at the floor length mirror. The dress is a gorgeous emerald green that remind me of Edward's eyes. It is lacy and fits like a glove, with thin straps, and a flattering neckline, that draw eyes to my cleavage. I love it.

"It's not too much?"

Alice waves away my insecurities, "Go big or go home. I have amazing gold coloured, faux crocodile skin heels you could wear with it as well!"

I just agree, letting her go onto her fashion tangent. I wonder if Edward will be okay with me surprising him. Sure, his texts imply that he wants to see me, but I didn't want to come across as too clingy…

"Isabella Marie Swan."

My eyes dart over to see an exasperated look on my best friend's face.

"He's going to be thrilled to see you."

"You don't know that," I argue weakly.

"Bella, you look incredible, he asked you to be his girlfriend, he sexed you up and asked for nothing in return… I think it's safe to say he's smitten. Trust me. Now stop with all this self-pity, put on some sexy underwear and curl your hair. We are going to see your boyfriend, not the fucking crypt-keeper."

…

To say I am going through some major déjà vu is an understatement.

The dance floor is tightly packed with bodies that wave in unison to The Killer's 'Mr Brightside'.

Alice tugs on my hand, gesturing over to Jasper who had bagged a booth at the far corner of the room.

I shake my head pointing to the bar "You go ahead! I'm going to see Edward… want anything?"

She shakes her head, giving me a soft shove towards Edward before hurrying to her boyfriend.

I straighten my back, and run my hands down my dress for any non-existent creases.

Coming outta my cage,

And I've been doin' just fine

Gotta, gotta me down because I want it all.

I automatically smile at the sight of my boyfriend, who is leaning against the bar. He looks beyond delicious in his muscle hugging, v-neck black tee and jeans – the Eclipse logo blazed across his right peck.

But as I continue to gape, it is then I see the scary scowl marring his face. His emerald eyes that usually shine with mischief and adoration are now shooting daggers, making me stop in my tracks.

Thankfully, I see that the dangerous glare isn't pointed at me but at another woman directly opposite him.

I can't see distinct features, but as I walk closer, my hearts beats faster. It is Rosalie Cullen. As in, Rosalie 'Socialite, model for Burberry and Chanel' Cullen. My palms sweat as I take in the halter dress she is wearing that pour over her curves like water. Her wavy golden hair is pulled back into a high ponytail showing off her long neck.

It is someone like Rosalie who I'd typically pair with someone as beautiful as Edward, but seeing the equal level of disdain on her face, soothes me.

"You shouldn't fucking be here Rosalie."

"You aren't answering my calls, Eddie." I hear her retort fiercely. Again I feel anxious… why would Rosalie have my Edward's number? Is she an old flame? How the hell was I supposed to compete with her?

As I reach the bar it is like Edward senses my presence because his gaze snaps from Rosalie, straight to me. I am both relieved and delighted by the way his furious expression melts into one of pure joy.

"Bella?"

He walks from his spot before Rosalie, over to me, leaning over the bar. He then takes my face between his two hands, and kisses me gently.

"What are you doing here?" He says between pecks, refusing to release my face.

"Surprise!" I grin.

He smiles hugely, "Awesome surprise. You look absolutely breathtaking."

He kisses me again and for a moment, I forget the stunning blonde waiting for Edward and the chaotic club scene. For that second all I feel is his lips moving against mine in a rhythmic and familiar way.

"Edward?"

My boyfriend sighs, pulling away, but taking my hand into his.

"What Rosalie?" he asks, irritated.

"Aren't you going to introduce me?"

"No."

He turns his back on her, staring at me softly.

"Is it weird that I have missed you terribly?"

I grin, "I missed you too."

"Fine. But seriously Edward, you are not getting out of this." Rosalie interrupts, glaring.

"Oh, get lost Rose." He throws back without a second glance.

The blonde huffs and struts away, fading into the masses. I look up questionably into Edward's eyes, "what was all that about?"

"Nothing."

I raise an eyebrow, "obviously not Edward, you two were fighting like cats and dogs. How do you know her?"

"She's nobody, Bella. Forget about it." He dodges my questions, making me feeling increasingly more agitated… And scared – what is he hiding?

"See! This is what I meant last night! Edward, how can we be in a relationship if I don't even know anything about you?"

He lets out a hard laugh, releasing my hand "Jesus Christ, Bella! We've been dating… what? Twenty hours? I told you something about myself last night! Surely you don't need to know everything about me. Stop being so fucking nosey!"

I step back, glaring "Whatever Edward. I thought you understood where I was coming from last night. You keep to yourself on every little facet about your life, and now that I am apart of it, is it so bad that I want to know about you?"

I don't wait for him to answer, spinning around towards the dance floor. Fuck him. He is so wary about everything he tells me, was it so bad that I (his fucking girlfriend) want to get to know him beyond the trivia?

It started out with a kiss,

How did it end up like this?

It was only a kiss,

It was only a kiss!

For a second I just freeze, feeling the tension in my body vibrate through me but as the song continues, I begin to sway along with it raising my arms.

Then a pair of large hands settles on my waist, and I feel someone's hard on rub against my ass. I roll my eyes, and turn, ready to give Edward a piece of my mind.

However, instead I meet the dark eyes of Tyler fucking Crowley.

I immediately put my hands on his wrists, pushing myself away.

"What the hell Crowley?" I shout.

"You look so hot Bella," the asshole slurs, taking possession of my waist again.

I try to wriggle from his grasp but the fucker has such a hold on me that I do not budge.

"Keep your hands off me!" I scream, but my voice drowns in the music.

"Why won't you date me Bell-aa?"

"Because you are a slime ball Tyler. Now please, get off me!"

Rather than moving away however, he leans in puckering his lips slightly. He is so close, that I can smell the conflicting scent of tobacco and alcohol.

I place both hands on his chest, pushing hard against him, but then suddenly he is gone.

I gasp, as Edward holds Tyler by the scruff of his neck with a face like thunder. If I thought he was angry before, it doesn't hold a candle to the fury that practically radiates from him now.

He brings Tyler close to him, balling his shirt between his hands and almost spitting in his face.

"You stay the fuck away from my girl, you understand me?" his words and tone sound so menacing that it sends shivers down my spine. Tyler nods his head madly, his features frozen in terror.

"If I see you near her again, I will not hesitate to beat your ass. Now get the hell out of my club."

He shoves Tyler backwards into the arms of a burly man that I have never seen before. Mr Muscles nods at Edward, and lugs Tyler's drunken body towards the door.

I watch, completely dumbstruck by what had just occurred. Adrenaline courses through me like an electric shock. What just happened?

I am only vaguely aware that Edward takes my hand, dragging me from the dance floor, towards a door that reads "STAFF ONLY."

He leads me through a muted light corridor, and pulls me into a room. I don't even have time to take in my surroundings, before he circles me.

"What the hell was that Bella?"

I stand still, shocked "What? He was the one coming on to me!"

"Not that. I saw what that fucker was doing to you. What I mean is – what the hell were you thinking when you just walked away from me?" he seethes.

I stalk up to him, stabbing my finger into his chest "fuck you Edward! I came here tonight, not to start an argument, but because I wanted to see my boyfriend! I thought last night, we had finally made… I dunno a turning point? Progress? You are always so freaking protective over your past! What are you hiding from me?"

His hand tugs on his hair "Bella, my life is complicated! Can't you understand that while I really want to share my life with you, it's going to take me time? That I have trouble with trusting people?"

I push at him "Why didn't you tell me that before asshole? Why does it take me screaming at you, for you to finally tell me something? Did you know how I felt when I walked in and saw you talking to someone as beautiful as Rosalie Cullen? How I didn't know anything about your past – whether she was a friend, or an ex-girlfriend?"

"Rosalie Cullen doesn't hold a fucking torch to you Bella. It isn't like that. She is someone from the past, and with time I will tell you. But please, I need time."

We stand inches apart, chests heaving, staring and trying to figure the other out.

When the tension gets too much, I grip the neck of his t-shirt between my hands, and plunge his lips to mine.

He holds my waist to him like a vice, driving his tongue into my mouth almost violently. We stand there making out, tearing the others hair out.

He walks me backwards, stopping at a large oak desk that I completely missed in my anger. He sweeps his arm across it, flinging papers and pens to the floor so that I can lie on top of it.

I bite at his lips, scraping my teeth against his tongue, while his fingers make torturous patterns up the length of my legs. I hike my right leg around his hip, bringing him closer to me.

He backs away, and I glare at him, needing him desperately. But, then he pushes my skirt up to my hips. He gazes at me questioning.

I nod, lifting my hips.

He pins my waist down, and I gasp as I felt his nose nudges against the soaking lace of my panties. Then, with his teeth, he slides my panties down my legs, over my heels, and on to the floor.

"Is this okay?" He asks sexily, rubbing his thumbs against my ankles that are wrapped around his neck.

"Yes!"

He grins, bending back down and blowing a cold trail over my aching slit. My hips buck off the desk, and he tsks.

"Now baby, patience."

I growl, and he chuckles.

He then runs his soft, hot tongue over my aching folds, alternating between soft sucks and long swipes.

My eyes roll to the back of my head and I exhale.

"You taste fucking insane, Angel" Edward murmurs.

His mouth moves in a rhythm that makes my body sing, and I can see stars as I feel myself reaching my climax.

"Edwaaaaaaard!" I squeal, as I orgasm wave after glorious wave.

For several minutes, I feel completely paralysed, my whole body feeling like goo. But when I look up at Edward and his smug crooked grin, determination replaces my mellowness.

I swing my legs over the desk, pulling my dress back over my hips, "Your turn" I whisper.

His eyes widen, and I internally laugh as I push him towards the wall.

When his back meets the hard concrete, I slide to my knees.

"Bella, baby, you really don't have to…"

"Twice you have pleasured me," I say, unbuckling his belt "now it's my turn."

He remains silent as I pull down his jeans and boxers.

His dick is absolutely massive. Like seriously – I wonder for a moment how the hell it was going to fit inside me in the future.

He is seriously hard, and I worry that his balls are going to go blue.

I gather the pre-cum with my thumb, drawing it up his length, and smoothing up and down slowly.

I hear a thump against the wall and a low groan.

I then take his balls between my hands, massaging them gently, before taking him into my mouth.

"FUCK!"

I stroke what I can't fit into my mouth, and softly begin to suck.

It doesn't take long before he comes.

I swallow deeply. I barely give blowjobs, let alone swallowing, so to say I am satisfied is an understatement.

I pull his boxers and jeans back up and redo his belt, but Edward remains completely in a trance.

He stares into space, his eyes glazed over, and I can't help but giggle.

He shakes his head, bringing me close and kissing me passionately.

"Fuck, you are absolutely incredible."

He kisses me with such enthusiasm that I can feel myself get wet all over again.

He then brings my wrists to his lips, kissing them lightly, then kneeling before me to give the same treatment to my hipbones.

"I could've killed him when I saw him grip onto you like that" he murmurs between his sweet pecks. He kisses every part that Tyler touched.

I run a hand through his bronze hair, "he was drunk."

"No fucking excuse."

He stands back up and cradles me in his arms, making me feel safe and secure.

We remain in our little bubble for what could have been seconds or minutes. I then pull back as a thought hits me.

"Fuck, you are so fired!"

He laughs, running his fingers through my tangled hair.

"Don't worry about it Angel."

"What do you mean 'don't worry about it' Edward!" I ask frantically, looking at the destruction, we had made in what appears to be an office.

Fuck, we had sex in his boss's office.

"Baby, calm down."

"I'm so sorry, Edward!" I sniff "I shouldn't have come! Now you won't have a job and…"

"Hey! Bella! I – I, well… I kind of own this place."

For what feels like the millionth time this evening, I feel frozen. I stare at him with astonishment, "Wait… what?"

He looks at me nervously, "Well I part-own it. With Emmett."

I sigh. Another thing that he failed to tell me... Great.

"Bella?"

"Don't worry Edward, I'm not going to go off on another one again."

He exhales loudly, "I know, I should've told you. But like I said before – I just need…"

"Time." I interject "I know."

He smiles tiredly, "Look, can we just move past this?" He steps closer, taking my hands into his "I know it's frustrating. Believe me. But I will tell you everything, soon. I promise."

"Really?"

He rubs his nose against mine "I think I am well on the way to falling for you Miss Swan. In my heart I know I can trust you. It is my head that needs to catch up. Please, I just need you to be a little patient with me, I'll get there."

And as I look into his emerald eyes – I believe him.