6. The Visitor

BPOV

I was shocked. No beyond shocked… my mind was a mush of random reactions. How? What? When?...how? What was he doing here? And how did he find out where I live? How long had he been sitting there? Did he follow me around? More importantly, what on earth was he doing with that stick? He was flipping it around in what seemed to be, a well practised and carefully designed smooth movement. Just then, he twirled it high and missed it by a few inches. It landed straight on his foot and he cried out loud. Cursing, he massaged his foot and looked up. He stilled his actions when he saw me and stood up.

I realised I was standing there staring at him, so I moved. As I reached the steps, he gave me a smile and said, "Hey."

"What were you trying to do with that?" I asked pointing at the stick.

"Oh, I was just practising my defence. It's been many years so I'm a bit rusty now," he mumbled.

I continued to stare at him. "You were trying to defend yourself with a piece of wood?"

"It's a type of Asian martial arts…anyway… aren't you asking me the wrong questions? Of course, that's not unexpected coming from you."

I was still gazing at him mutely. "Umm…what?"

He sighed. "Don't you want to know why I'm here?"

Right! "Yes. I mean, what are you doing here?"

"I think you must have my coins. I can't find them anywhere."

"Your coins?" I asked, finally getting my voice back.

"Yes. In your hurry to get to sleep, you never gave them back."

"Excuse me? What are you implying?" I asked indignantly.

"I'm not implying anything," he replied hurriedly, "I'm just saying that I don't have them, and you probably might."

"Well, I can assure you mister that I don't."

"Would you mind checking for me?" he asked showcasing his mega-watt smile. It was the same one he gave that flight attendant. I suppose he used it only when he wanted to get his way with people. Well, it wasn't going to work with me.

"Please?" he added continuing to dazzle me.

I sighed, "Alright. Come on in." I turned to open the door and he came up behind me. His closeness was flustering me; I began to shake like a pig left out in the snow, and dropped the keys. I bent down to retrieve them and in the process, I rubbed down his leg with my butt. Jumping up, I opened the door quickly. All the way up the staircase I was conscious of the fact that his gaze was on my ass.

Mentally checking the hygiene status of my apartment, I unlocked it in haste. Automatically my eyes first turned left, towards the couch. There were couple of random items strewn about it, including take out containers from the night before I left. I quickly moved to remove them and went straight to the kitchen to throw them out.

"Would you like something to drink?" I asked turning.

Averting his gaze from somewhere near my waist, he jerked and shuffled his feet, "Just the coins." This time, for sure I knew he had been staring at my backside. Pervert.

I nodded curtly and went into my bedroom. Bastard was still acting like he hadn't met me before last night. I needed to know what transpired between us. I checked my bags, and sure enough, I found them at the bottom of my purse. Hmpf. It occurred to me that once I gave these back, there would be no way for me to ever contact him again. Slowly, an idea formed in my head.

I went back to the living room and found him glancing at my photo frames. He looked at me and remarked, "Charming home you've got here. And are those fish for your special purses, Renee?"

He was referring to a picture of me in front of Charlie's house, holding two large fish in each hand and making a face at the camera. I hated myself in that picture, but that was a memorable day. Charlie had caught some nice catch, right under Billy's nose and was bursting with pride. I offered to take a snap of him with his prize, but he flatly refused. Instead he made me hold those smelly creatures, while he gladly did a photo shoot. I suppose he would treasure that picture forever. Two things he loved most in his life, his daughter and fish, in one frame.

I glanced back at Edward and narrowed my eyes. If he knew where I lived, he would surely know my name. I was putting an end to his game.

"Look, I know."

He stared at me, "What do you know?"

"I know you know."

"What do I know that you know?"

"I know that you know what you in fact, shouldn't be knowing."

"And why do you think I will know things which I shouldn't be knowing? What do you know that I don't know about what I seem to be knowing?"

What? I stared at him in confusion. He was smirking at me, and I realized he was toying again. Bastard. "Look, I'm not interested in playing these silly games with you. I know that we have met before. And you recognize me, but for some incomprehensible reason you are acting like a stranger. Of course, you are a stranger, but… you know what I mean. I know you do," I said in a rush before adding, "Edward."

As soon as I said his name, his entire demeanour changed. He dropped his grin, crossed his arms and leaned against the wall. "So, you recognise me? Then why didn't you say something sooner?"

"Shouldn't I be asking you that? I just became aware of your identity this afternoon. You on the other hand, have apparently had me in your lap two nights ago."

He raised his eyebrows, "You seem to have gathered quite a lot of information in an afternoon."

"You have no idea. I want the whole story," I demanded.

"As much as I would love to accommodate your wishes," he replied smirking at me again, "I have some place to be. So just give me my coins and we'll be out of each other's hair."

I held out my hand showing the coins to him. He reached to take them, but I snatched my hand back. "They will go down the drain if you don't tell me."

Narrowing his eyes, he stepped closer to me and held his gaze. "Are you threatening me?"

I gulped but said, "No way are you leaving this house without a proper explanation. If you do, I will report against you citing rape."

He seemed taken aback for a second before laughing out loud. "And you think you can hold that charge against me?" Shaking his head he continued, "You always think that I'm just waiting to pounce on you, don't you? Relax, nothing happened. We were just locked on the roof of the building. I was already there, when, you randomly appeared and fell. Thankfully, I caught you before you got hurt. Then, we had to wait till your friends came to the rescue."

"Then what was I doing in your lap?"

"You were sleeping," he replied rolling his eyes, "you came to me all on your own, breaking all rules of normal social decorum, I might add."

I furrowed my brows and asked, "So, that's it?"

He paused and nodded.

"Yesterday, why did you act like you didn't know me?"

He shrugged and asked in response, "Why did you tell me your name was Renee?"

I sighed, "How do you know my name? And where I live?"

"You told me your name, Bella. And as for where you live, I have my ways. Those coins are too important. Now, would you hand them over?" he asked holding out his palm.

I moved to give them to him, but something didn't seem quite right. I held back and asked, "Wait. You told me everything then?"

He huffed and nodded. I was still not convinced and looked at him with narrowed eyes.

He burst out, "You know what? You should be fucking grovelling and thanking me for saving your life. I should have let you die out in the rain, and saved myself all this trouble. I was trying to be a nice guy but since we are being so open," he sneered, "I think you should know that you were the one who groped me, or actually 'licked me' I think is the correct term. If anything, I should be crying harassment. So would you just give me my fucking coins so I can fucking get out?" he finished loudly before coming up to me and grabbing them from my hand.

"Wait!" I exclaimed trying to hold onto them tightly, "what did you just say?"

"You think you are some hotshot bitch after whom I'm salivating? It was the same on that roof that day, and even in the fucking flight. I've had enough of your non sense. For the last time, I do not want to fuck you sweetheart," he spat loudly while wrestling with me. "I.. am .. not … interested."

Finally, he pulled hard and I got pushed against the wall. He was pressed right against me and we were both panting hard, staring at each other furiously. Looking into the green depths of his eyes, I again had that sense of déjà vu. I recalled an image of us being pressed against each other just like this. Then…me licking icing off his throat…and jaw…and lips… Lips? I pulled back suddenly and realised I had just licked his lips. His perfect, pink and delicious lips.

He gasped and stared at me in shock. We both stilled for a moment, in confusion and surprise. Then, like magnets, we came together and crashed out lips against each other. It was not sweet, or slow. It was raw, hard, naked passion.

I pulled at his hair with both my hands, while he gripped my waist hard. Real hard. Reaching his hand behind me, he grabbed my butt and squeezed. I, in turn, pulled at lip harshly with my teeth. He moaned and responded by moving his arms up my chest and pulling down my bra cup. He pushed my tank upwards and grabbed my nipple in his teeth. He swirled his tongue around it and suckled. Hard. I cried out in pain and pleasure. He pulled back to remove my top and bra. I was completely naked from the waist up. With free access now, he grabbed both breasts in each arm and began squeezing them. He hungrily moved from one breast to another, teasing, pulling and licking. I moaned in pleasure and began to writhe against him.

He pulled up, grabbed my leg and hitched it around his waist. He then moved to suck at the curve of my neck, while grinding his hard erection against me. I gasped and moaned loudly. We were crackling with the electricity between us. Seeking more friction I rubbed against him and he pulled back with a hiss.

"Do you want to?" he asked in a whisper, panting.

Did I want to what? Oh! Sex. Did I? I didn't even think for a moment before replying, "Yes."

He kissed me hard before pulling me towards the bedroom. Once there, he pushed me against the bed, and I fell on it on my back, bouncing. He removed his shirt and for the first time, I took in his sight. He had broad shoulders, a well muscled body and, the only hair on his body was on his happy trail. He was gorgeous.

He climbed on top of me and resumed his attention to my breasts. Reaching into my pants, he flicked his fingers against my arousal. He hissed when he felt my wetness and pulled down my pants, leaving me completely naked before him.

He pushed his fingers inside me and continued to suckle my breasts. I grabbed the hair at the back of his head and pulled hard. He kept pumping his fingers in and out faster while rubbing my clit with his thumb. Soon, all the sensations were too much for me and I came apart. Hard. He kept working his fingers until I rode out my orgasm and then moved to remove his jeans. I was half-drunk on my orgasm and didn't even notice him naked until pulled my legs apart. His manhood was taut, thick and hard. Oh, so hard.

We both gazed at each for a moment before he climbed on top and began to ease himself in me.

"Shit! You are so fucking tight!" he exclaimed.

I closed my eyes hard and clutched at his neck, hugging him to my chest. I felt like I was being torn apart. The pain was unbearable and I could all but scream out loud. He had pushed halfway in before he began to pull out. I was still clutching at him tightly and exhaled out loud when he pulled out. He pushed himself in again and this time, I could take it no longer. I cried out in pain.

He stilled and pulled back to look at me. "Are you alright? What's the matter?"

I shook my head furiously and replied, "N-Nothing…I'm f-fine."

He stared at me for a moment before exclaiming, "You're a virgin aren't you?

Unable to look him in the eye, I looked at his shoulders and nodded my head slowly.

He stared at me in shock for a few seconds before exploding, "Shit! Shit! Shit! Why didn't you tell me before?" he asked pulling out of me with a snap, "You should have fucking stopped me!"

He rolled over and clutched at his forehead. I turned towards him, covering breasts with my hands and crossing my legs to preserve some sort of modesty.

"It's alright. It's not a big deal."

He turned to look at me, "It's not a big deal? You want some random guy whom you can't even bear to look at straight, to be your first?"

"No, I want a guy with whom I share enough passion to want to do this."

He looked at me suspiciously, "Is that all there is to it?"

"What else would there be?" I asked him in confusion.

"I don't know, let's see…Probably the fact that you found out who I was today. You didn't seem to be so eager to sleep with me, or even kiss me, yesterday," he said sitting up.

I looked at him incredulously, "What do you mean?"

He pulled up his jeans and grabbed a towel from a nearby chair and threw it at me. "Just forget this ever happened," he curtly replied and began pulling on his shirt.

I covered myself with the towel and asked indignantly, "Do you mean that I'm willing to sleep with you now because you are some sort of a Prince? How dare you!"

"Look, it isn't the first time someone opened up their legs for me and my title, and it won't be the last. So spare me your drama," he huffed irately.

I fumed and told with clenched teeth, "Out … of my house… right now."

He sighed, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have blown out like that-,"

"I said OUT!"

He looked at me for a moment before shrugging and turning around. I heard him close the door and leave before bursting out in tears.

Author's Note: For those of you thinking why Bella didn't bleed during the attempted sex, it's because she doesn't have a hymen (some people aren't born with it. It's true… google it.) Also, I try to incorporate some of my favourite things and lines from Twilight Saga into my story in my own way. In this chapter, that was the leg hitch scene.

So, I know you're wondering whether I would ever keep up my word about my updating schedules. And the answer is, no lol… just kidding. Actually, I sat down to read Law of Taxation, when my mind drifted (as usually happens when you wanna study.) Obviously Mr. Taxman was no match for Mr. Icing, so I began firing away (my keyboard seems to be sporting some bruises ;-P). This is the only chap I've written in one go. It's also because of all the lovely reviews I've received from you wonderful people. Also, 'bookman87', your love and support is driving me to finish each chap as soon as I can. So, if I fail my exams, that's coz of you ;-) kidding… I love you guys… Next chap – EPOV, and no, that update definitely won't be before Dec 13th (I think :D)