AN: Happy Saturday!

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That's What Little Girls Are Made Of…

Chapter Seventy-Three

"What the fuck?" I shrieked, trying to get my phone back. "Give me my goddamn phone, you ass!" Pinning me down with one arm, Edward held the phone out of my reach with the other.

The more I struggled, the tighter his grip became.

Asshole!

"You are such a fucking prick, Edward!" I huffed. Giving up, I got off the bed and stormed into the other room. "You have no right to go through my phone!" I stomped my foot, and crossed my arms in annoyance.

Furious beyond belief, I stalked out of the room before I kicked Edward in his balls.

It was almost seven-thirty, and I didn´t want to have to deal with Emmett´s wrath this morning on top of Edward being a jackass, so, I busied myself with getting ready.

The run would definitely help me blow off some steam and keep me from killing Edward.

I locked the bathroom door, and jumped in the shower for a quick rinse off. Slipping on a cute little running outfit – key word little – I got from the ; I readied myself to blow off some steam.

Bam...bam...bam...

"Isabella Swan," Edward yelled. "You open this door right now! Who the fuck is Jacob, and why the hell is he texting you?"

"Nobody, asshole," I yelled back. "Now stop looking through my fucking phone!"

"Damn it, Isabella," he huffed and puffed. "You are not having lunch with a fucking boy!"

"Yeah, well, who´s gonna fucking stop me?"

Edward was such an overprotective drama queen!

Seriously, when the man got all worked up like this, he was sexy as hell.

For that reason alone, I loved getting him all riled up.

"Bella, I´m serious," he whined from the hallway, "You know what, I´m calling Mom and Dad!" I laughed heartily at the absurdity of his little tantrum.

"Whatever floats your boat, douche bag!" Ignoring, Moaning Myrtle, I stepped in front of the full-length mirror, and took in my appearance.

I let out a low whistle. "Damn, Swan," I spoke to my smiling reflection. "Your ass looks hot in these shorts!"

Hopefully, if I couldn´t beat Emmett fair and square, my outfit would distract him enough to give me the home field advantage. Lacing up my matching Nike Shox, I headed to the kitchen in search of something light to eat. I was surprised to find the hallway empty when I stepped out.

Spotting my phone on the kitchen counter, I snatched it up to see if Edward had done something stupid, like deleting Jake´s info from my contact list.

Thankfully, he wasn´t that smart!

Had it been me, that´s the first thing I would have done.

Just saying!

Edward was busy grumbling to himself at the coffee pot and I guess he didn´t hear me come in. Because when he turned around and saw me standing there, coffee spewed from his mouth, going everywhere.

His eyes bulged out of their sockets as he stood there sputtering, choking, and pointing wordlessly in my direction.

Worried, I rushed to his side to help. "Christ, Edward," patting his back, "Are you okay?"

When he finally found his voice, I wished he would have kept on choking. His eyes turned pitch black, and he leveled me with a murderous glare. "Isabella, you are not leaving the house like that!" Edward´s knuckles turned white as he gripped the counter tightly. His eyes made a sweep of my entire body. "What the fuck do you have on?"

Uh, oh...looks like I´ve made Eddie an angry boy again.

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