My mouth was still open. I shut it quickly as I realized the bronze god was at the side of me.

"So, why are you walking around at 11 at night?" the green-eyed reincarnation looked down at me. "ummm…" I racked my brain for reasons for my unusual behavior. "I just needed to get my book."

The god stared at me before opening his mouth to speak.

"Well, seems we got a book worm. We'll have to change that…."

I opened my mouth to argue before he roughly grabbed my arm, dragging me to the center of the car arena. My feet shuffled forward as I tripped over my stumbling and the god's fast pace. We neared a group of people standing around in revealing clothes.

When we were a few feet away from the center of the circle, I tripped as my instincts told me to stick my hands out to prevent my fall. Before the cold, black ground top came into contact with my palms, two strong arms grabbed me and held me as a barricade of steel arms protected me. I closed my eyes for a second, an after-act of almost falling as I reveled in the fact that whoever's arms these were protected me completely and were exactly my figure's size.

As I fluttered my eyelids open, green eyes gazed down at me, the god's lips twitched into a small smirk of embarrassment. For me. I righted myself immediately, falling out of his arms and missing my steel shield. I met the eyes of another man.

"Clumsy that one, isn't she Edward?" the man spoke, calming and yet a hint of dangerous on the side. So the god's name was Edward….

"Well, she will be after I finished with her…" Edward stepped next to the man, claiming the superior and taller of the two.

I stood in the center of the circle, gazing at Edward. "Let me go." I called to Edward, who seemed to be the leader of the whole group, probably the whole arena.

"No." He responded, raising his eyebrow, daring for me to argue. Boy, was he in for a surprise.

"Well, what do you plan for me?" I hesitated, already knowing the answer.

"My actions don't speak enough?" He dared.

"Your…self doesn't speak enough." I automatically answered. I shivered, I shouldn't have said that. That was beyond rude. (For people who don't understand, just wait)

He looked at me, confused, before the idiots surrounding me got the meaning of my words and started being immature and saying "Oh!"

Finally, the logic of my answer reached Edward by means of the man standing next to him. He stiffened for a second before swiftly walking toward me. (Do you get it? Its….himself. That man's part. If you don't get, You're sad [send me an email if you really don't get it]. And the reason Bella doesn't say it is because she's moderate and doesn't say stuff like that.)

I cringed as his hand grabbed my arm. Again. And then started pushing me toward the end of the arena, opposite of where I entered.

As we started walking (well, Bella stumbling), a girl around my age ran to Edward. He grabbed her hair roughly with the hand that wasn't holding me and started to make out with her. I graciously averted my eyes as dry humping occurred right in front of me almost as if a show specifically for my eyes.

I jumped back to Edward's dry humping spectacle as his hand squeezed harder around my arm, jerking me to his side. He glared at me, still dry humping the girl. Finally he pushed the girl away and trapped me in his steel arms, my back to his chest as he whispered, "You honestly don't think I like you? You think I'm not excited with you? Well, let's see how excited the girls around here think I am, why don't we?"

A group of girls had surrounded him and me during his and the girl's dry humping session. He turned back to them, still holding onto me, and said two words to the surrounding crowd, "I'm free." Suddenly 10 girls ran (literally) at him and he started to make out with all of them. It was revolting, to say the least. I guess he wanted me to know how much he was wanted. Well, I would never want him. Someone with that body, just not him.

I barely noticed as he made his way through the crowd, taking small steps, making out with every girl in his way. Finally we were at the end, a large building with shiny cars on each level. He opened the door, pushed me into the elevator, and then pressed the button for the highest level – 34. No wonder he didn't want to take the stairs.

His pressure on my arm increased as we neared the floor. We stepped into "his room," although it seemed more like a personal mansion on one specific floor than a dingy apartment. Well at least his walls had some class.

We walked, me tripping, to his bedroom and when we reached there, he pushed me down on the huge bed, crawling on top of me. My even breathing continued as I averted my eyes from his hulking form on top of me.

"Why aren't you scared? You could be a prostitute, but prostitutes don't wear ugly jeans and t-shirts and certainly wouldn't read Romeo and Juliet. Trust me I would know." He chuckled after his little speech before turning to me once again, a serious façade painted on his smooth skin, mirroring my own.

"But I don't think so." He glared at me. Again. "You think?" My retort automatically exited my mouth, as I suddenly clamped it close. Edward looked surprised for a second, before those two corners twitched into a smirk as he got off me but then started to slide his hands underneath my t-shirt.

I yelped and jumped up from the bed, his warm hands automatically disconnected from my stomach.

"You don't want to do that." I stated, glaring at him. He laughed as he circled me around the bed. "So there is a reason that you're not scared. You've got something. Powerful relatives or a dark secret to expose me with. Well the secret will not be able to be told to anyone but me. And that time to tell me would be probably on my silk sheets." Suddenly, he jumped up and captured me in his death grip. "Let's see how excited you are…." He grabbed my arms and held them above my head, as his lips captured me in a kiss.

I turned cold for a moment, unmoving, when I realized that if I didn't respond, he would probably just rape me. Joy. So I started struggling against his lips when, in my epiphany, I felt the softness of those lips as they massaged my own. I stopped fighting and grabbed his bronze hair for better access. He stiffened for a second before responding to my attack with one of his own.

We tumbled into the bed as our clothes became scarce, our lips never parting except for air.

Well, guess what happened then?

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