Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight but I'm going to have a few of them playing pool right now.
I thought I'd get this posted last night but I got busy, so sorry! Enjoy this chapter.
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Chapter 7 – The Hell You Are
I miss the next ball I aim for. It bounces off one of Jake's balls, missing the side pocket by six inches.
"Damn." I yell. I take a big drink of the draft beer that Alice brought over a few minutes ago.
My girls are cheering me on and booing Jake with every ball he sinks. Finally he misses, but he has three balls in the pockets to my two.
I stalk the table assessing different angles. I have to win this game. I do not want to go out with Jake; I've been avoiding his date requests for the past three months.
When I decide it's best for me to lean over the side, I'm still not convinced it's the correct angle.
I hesitate for a half a second and then I feel him. Lean muscled chest to my back, hands on the pool cue right where my hands should be. Vanilla scents wafting to my nose while his body surrounds mine. Electric energy.
"Better win this damn game Isabella cause you're not going out with that ass hat."
"Maybe I want to lose…ever think of that?" I bump him with my ass, and I feel his hard cock when I do.
Lord almighty.
"Now back the fuck up…I think your girlfriend is getting pissed." I shoot a look over my shoulder nodding in the direction of 'skank'.
"She's not my girlfriend." He seethes.
"Oh yeah. Just a notch, huh?" I take my shot making it, and the next two.
Jake is on his A-game tonight and kicks my ass up one side and down the other. Shit, shit, shit.
"Looks as if I'm going on a date." I announce again to no one in particular.
"The Hell you are!" Edward takes my hand pulling me from the smoky pool hall, leaving Jake standing alone, dumbfounded.
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Looks like Edward is taking charge.
Where is he taking Bella?
Will she give in to his possessiveness?