Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns Twilight and all characters. I own the plot and I say that Edward will kiss some Bella ass today. :)

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Chapter 12 – Whores Be Gone

Damn if it didn't take two stiff drinks, gin and juice to be exact-to scroll through and delete all ninety-six female willing participants from Edward's iPhone.

I did leave three numbers intact, his mommy's, his sister Rosalie, and his Grandma Cullen's.

A chuckle randomly escaped my throat when it dawned on me that he mainly had blonde contacts with a range from big to fucking huge tits. Edward wasn't too original.

Six red heads were amongst the bunch with small to medium knockers and only two were brunettes.

It dawned on me that he really loved the blondes. What the fuck did he find so fascinating about me?

Thankfully I wasn't a contact in his phone, but if I had been, I would have been categorized as dark brown with a so-so rack.

I would have been lost in all the dumb blonde bullshit, unfortunately.

Setting his phone on my bedside table, I quickly brushed my teeth in the bathroom and climbed back into my bed. I needed some sleep. My breakfast was going to be delivered in about seven hours.

Hopefully

I hoped to hell that he was taking me seriously, because fuck if he wasn't the most gorgeous boy I had ever laid eyes on. I wanted him to show me that he really could change and then maybe we could have a relationship.

But first, my breakfast needed to be here at eight a.m. sharp, so that I could eat and make it to work on time. I knew that Rose would have a million questions for me, not unless Edward had already filled her in.

I figured he went back into the bar and got shit-faced just after I left him in the parking lot.

Alice texted me shortly after I left, confirming my suspicions.

Edward was sitting at the bar with Jasper, drinking fairly heavily. Evidently he was gun shy with the ladies after I took charge. He wouldn't talk to any female that approached him, maybe he thought I would come back and catch him, or maybe he really was trying to change. Then again, I think I just fucked with his mojo.

It was hysterical though.

Only time would tell. I crossed my fingers that my Western Omelet and sexy Edward would be at my kitchen table in the morning.

Then I drifted off to sleep.

Morning came too quickly but I was ready and impatiently waiting at seven forty-five for Edward.

Low and behold, eight o'clock on the dot my doorbell rings.

When I open up the door I see a fidgety, unsure beautiful boy with a huge bag of food from IHOP.

Let's just hope he got my order correct.

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Is Bella feeling a bit insecure with all the info she absorbed as she deleted Edward's contacts?

Do you think Edward remembered her Western Omelet?

Poor Edward, do you thinks he's pussy whipped yet?

***Let me hear your Hell Yeah's! lol