A/N: REPOST, I don't know WHY Chapter 9 isn't showing up for you all, but here it is again. Sorry about that.

I sipped the glass of Vodka that was sitting on my nightstand, slowly, trying to clear my fucking head of the fog.

What the fuck am I doing? I thought bitterly.

Beads of perspiration soaked my hairline, as I tried to cool down. I glared at the blue-eyed woman naked that I had just fucked the shit out of in front of me, staring at me. She waiting for something, but I didn't know what, not that I gave a flying fuck either way. I studied her facial features closely, she wasn't particularly pretty, but then again, who was compared to the woman with dark waves falling down her back, with chocolate brown eyes?

I shook the damn thoughts away as fast as I could, and burped out loud as I finished the contents in the glass cup. I looked at the liquid as I choked it down. I sat the glass back down, on my nightstand, with a loud clank, startling the blue-eyed woman, she jumped slightly. I ignored her, as I wiped the remaining liquid off my mouth with the back of my hand.

It doesn't matter what these bitches look like from the waist down any-fucking-way, I conclude. It had been too long since I had fucked a bitch. Waiting on the virgin, I would be dead by the time I got fucked by her, so I did the next best thing, I picked up a random slut; at the fucking bar I usually go to. I just couldn't wait any longer. But it wasn't the same, I just fucked out of need. I was a beast in bed either way, but it was rather mediocre compared to my usual performance. Not that the blue-eyed bitch could tell, on my worst fuck day I was still better than every other man alive.

I also had a fucking problem getting little big Jake excited. Only until the blue-eyed slut morphed into Bella, did he awaken. I would never fucking admit that out loud, that I had to picture Virgin to get off.

Calls, texts, voice-mails, all went unanswered, for a whole damn week. So I said fuck it, and moved the hell on. Fuck the virgin, I didn't need her any damn way.

Keep lying to yourself.

There was that damn son of a bitch voice in my head.

I ran my fingers through the sex hair that has replaced my normal perfect black spikes and sighed heavily.

So here I was now, fucking a random bitch. Doing the same old thing I wanted to stop doing. If only Virgin wasn't so uptight, and she agreed to be my damn mistress.

The blue-eyed woman had been so excited, when she approached me. So eager. Too damn giddy to the point where it was almost fucking sickening, but I had to remind myself she only acted the way I felt about myself, the way all women felt. Who could really blame her for getting excited about all of this male deliciousness? But, I couldn't help but find it annoying as fuck. The reaction was usual, she new I was Jacob Black, and she threw herself at me. I overlooked my annoyance, so I could get her in my bed, which didn't take a lot of convincing, she literally fell into my bed, the way they all did. Easy women, what's the challenge in that?

And she just kept talking, talking, talking. I just wanted her to shut the fuck up.

As usual, I took her back to my place to fuck her in the guest room, because of course she wasn't getting anywhere near my damn room. The plain boring guestroom or the "fuck room," as it should be called, with its dark grey walls, no pictures, devoid of furniture besides a bed, and clean as a whistle, the complete and total opposite of my room.

I looked over to her, almost forgetting she was even here for a moment, that's showed just much I care about her. The unknown woman, noticed me studying at her, and she grinned excitedly, cocking an eyebrow at me in question, and flipping her hair, in an attempt to be sexy. I guffawed, it was so not fucking sexy, not at all. She started to look self conscious for a minute, before continued ranting on about some shit. I wished she would shut the fuck up. If she only knew the fucking thoughts I was thinking about her, she wouldn't be smiling. She moved over to me, trying to cuddle (which is a big fucking no-no, Jacob Black doesn't fucking cuddle.) What she doesn't realize is that I'm fucking done with her. She was a fuck and nothing more. I knew she thought we would live happily ever after or some shit, but she was merely a fuck, and it was time for me to crush those dreams of hers. Women they always thought that their pussy's could change my mind, I laugh bitterly. I roughly moved her the fuck off of me. Her time in my home way fucking over due, time for her to fucking leave. I become increasingly annoyed with the company, I just want to be alone, with my thoughts.

I couldn't stop the involuntarily eye roll that escaped me, and I sighed deeply. I felt her blue eyes boring into my back, as I turned my back on her. She was waiting on my answer about something, that I don't give a fucking shit about. My mind was consumed with other things.

"Will I see you again?" She asked quietly, shattering my thoughts. I glared at her. That must have been what she said the first time. I ignored her as I fumbled around for my pants.

Shit, where the fuck are they?

My eyes land on the massive pile of clothes that were left in the lustful wake to relieve the ache of my mini me. I flung her underwear at her, to give her the damn answer, also flinging her other belongings to her, as she tried to catch them, her boobs jiggling, and a squeal leaving her lips, as her bra flew over her head. The sight would have been hilarious if I was in a damn laughing mood.

How many times do I tell these fuckers about them being just another notch on my belt? I always make it completely clear. Don't they fucking get it? My anger started to boil up inside of me. Fuck, these bitches never learn. These damn women can't take a damn hint. I finally located my pants, and grabbed my wallet. This is all routine now, I've done it a million times before.

I glared at her for a moment. "Get dressed," I demanded. I fumbled for a name to call her, but I come up empty, so I made one up. "Amanda."

"Its Melissa." She corrected.

"Like I give a fuck, close enough, any fucking way, my maid will show you out. Thank you for your….. Services." I said cruelly, my voice dripping with ice. I handed her money for cab fare. Her eyes turned hard, as anger marred her features. Like I gave a fuck. I buzzed for Rosa. I ignored Amanda pretending she wasn't even in the room, and turned around to strip the sheets, disgustingly. I sneered up my nose, and grunted, as Rosa entered the room. "Rosa, when you get a chance, change these fucking sheets, they reek. Get the fuck out." I said turning back to the blue-eyed slut.

I saw the tears in my peripheral, the fucking tears that I hate so damn much, start dripping out of her eyes. Her nose quickly covered with snot. I scowled at Rosa and she hurried the girl out, patting her back and shushing her. Rosa ever the damn mother, I must remind her again, not to fucking console these random fucks.

Grabbing the condom, and flushing it down the toilet I climbed the stairs to my room. I sighed as I sunk down onto my bed. My fingers drummed idly for a moment, needing something to do, before they settled on the remote. I turned on the television. I flipped through the channels for a moment, when I finally settled on a Golden Girl's marathon. Fuck yes! Must be my fucking lucky night. Paul would call me a pussy, but who gives a fuck, he watches the show too, he just doesn't want to admit it. I would be lying if I didn't admit that Bella's not the reason that I've been in a fucking pissy ass mood lately. I just don't fucking understand why she won't even let me explain. That mousy bitch doesn't mean shit to me.

And what's even fucking worse, is I don't even know why I even fucking care. Why would I care about what anyone else thinks? I don't know, Bella's just different and I don't want her to have a bad perception about me, but why? I don't even fucking know.

I was totally innocent of the situation, and she didn't even believe me.

I stared at the screen not really watching, finally I zoned back in on it.

Its fucking crazy how those little old ladies have a better sex life than me, I thought bitterly. Soon I drifted off to sleep, where virgin's tell me yes, and moan my name over and over.

Friday, I drowned my Virgin blues in a bottle of Whiskey, the only place I could find solace. My dick twitched thinking about her. I had to do something to keep her out of my head. I went to the familiar bar, and picked up another random. I would never really admit this to myself, but I'm finding out the hard way fucking randoms isn't the same as it was before Virgin came into my life, and it probably never will be again.

Saturday, after running a few business errands, sitting through a boring ass damn meeting where I couldn't concentrate, I arrived back home. I hopped out of the car, while my butler parked it for me. I suddenly had a splitting headache. Damn it, I sighed loudly rubbing my temples. After a quick snack, I took some medicine. Sighing heavily, I sat on the couch that rarely occupies bodies. Why do I care about her? Its just about fucking, right? Of course it is! I quickly remind myself its only about fucking her, the thrill of fucking a damn virgin, beats random sluts any day.

The sound of a buzz shattered the thoughts before they had a chance to settle. For just a split second I thought it may be Virgin, but I should have known better.

"What is it Billy?" I answered annoyed.

"Well hello, I miss you too son." Billy chuckled.

I rolled my eyes, and drew in a breath.

"Yeah, whatever. What is it old man?" I said grumpily.

"There's going to be a bonfire for Labor day wee-"

I cut him off. "And, what does that have to do with me?" I barked.

"I wanted everyone to be there Jake, it's a family gathering of sorts, its been years since you've been home. You always promise to come but you never do."

"Fucking duh, I'm a busy man, Billy."

"Watch your language young man, and its still dad, I don't care how much money you have." He snapped, I huffed loudly. "Anyway, I realize that, but can't you take some time to visit with your old man, I won't be around forever you know. I thought we all could get together this one last time, so I can take this with me to my grave. I want to die happy Jake."

"Cut the damn dramatics old man."

"When I die, you're going to be sad, and sorry you didn't spend time with me."

"You're good, but not that good. I know exactly what you're doing, you're not fooling me, you're trying to guilt me, well its not going to work."

"Please consider it Jake."

I clenched my teeth. "Fine dad."

"Love you."

"Love you too."

"Oh Jake, I'm not taking no for an answer, young man."

I hung up, knowing I wouldn't think about it, I certainly wasn't going to any bonfire, I was above that shit.

I laid down on the couch resting my eyes for a moment, when I felt my phone buzzing again.

"Now the fuck what..." I groaned out loud. I looked out at the window, the sun was setting, my "eye resting" must have been a full fucking nap. I sat up on the couch.

"Jake? Are you going to the bonfire?" Paul asked.

"Fuck no! I will never go back to fucking La Push, you should know that Paul." I said annoyed.

"Well we discussed it, and what's so wrong with going back home, Jake?"

"We've outgrown that place, well I certainly have."

"Well all the guys are going, including me. Its been so long since we've been to the place, Jake."

"Fucking fine! Go back to the slums, see if I fucking care! But I won't be joining you. You all just better fucking pray, you have jobs when you get back," I snapped hanging up, throwing the phone in the process.

I was suddenly so fucking on edge, I ran my fingers through my hair.

I didn't want to go back home to fucking La Push, there was nothing for me there, and it fucking hurt like hell going back to all the shit I had lost. I sighed heavily, maybe I need to get away from business for a short while. But in fucking La Push? That was hardly a vacation spot. There was the beach, I could relax fora while. That beach held so many memories.

As much as I fucking hate La Push, it is where I grew up, where my mom lived. I was so fucking tired of losing people, but I hadn't been to Forks so many years. I didn't know what to expect. Dad certainly wasn't gong to live forever, and I didn't want to regret this moment one day down the line. I didn't do shoulda, coulda, wouldas. Fuck it, and damn it all to hell.

I picked up the phone off the floor, harder than intended. "I'm fucking coming old man, but I'm not going to fucking like it, and you better be grateful time is ticking on your old ass."

"I'm happy you're coming too son." Billy replied gleefully, ignoring my rage.

A/N: So what do we think?

Sorry it took so long, with holidays, and work

it was impossible to update.

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