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Femme Fatale

1 oz Vodka

1 oz Southern Comfort

1 oz Grand Marnier

1 oz Amaretto

2 oz Pineapple Juice

2 oz Orange Juice

1/2 oz Grenadine

Put all ingredients in mixing tin, shake then pour over ice. Tastes like punch, people usually wonder if there is any liquor in it at all, so beware, hence the name... it seems feminine but it's fatal.

Now on with our story!

Sowing and Reaping

Chapter 5

Jacob stared, dumbfounded, as Edward followed Bella onto the dance floor. His dinner turned sour in his stomach. He couldn't bear to watch as Edward's hands freely roamed her body.

When Edward clutched Bella in his arms, Jacob witnessed the gaze that Bella gave him. It was a look that he never encountered from her. Her eyes contained a passion, though brief, that he longed to see directed towards him. He waited to see what her reaction to Edward's manhandling would be. He was hoping for something, anything that would signal her distaste for Edward's closeness.

But when Jacob saw no resistance coming from Bella, his worst fears were confirmed. Bella was attracted to Edward, and there was nothing he could do to keep him away from her.

Outraged and riding a nauseous wave, he left the table and headed to the men's room in hopes of regaining his composure.

His head was bent over the sink and he was splashing water on his face when he felt a pair of hands encircling him from behind. He jumped up and turned around to face the culprit.

Standing in front of him was a pussy from his past, Leah Clearwater.

Leah was a beauty standing just under six feet tall with deliciously long, sculpted legs. Her long raven hair shimmered in the room's faint light, and her naturally olive skin glowed, making her eyes appear like onyx. Jacob saw the look of lust in her eyes. It was the same wanton flame he remembered seeing as he rode her to his release.

"Damn Leah. What the fuck are you doing?" Jacob surprised to see her noticed her lust filled eyes as she licked her lips and moved towards him

"Well Jacob, this is what I am doing!" And with her last word uttered, Leah pressed Jacob back against the sink, and attacked his lips with hers. She quickly moved her hands to his pants and had them unzipped before he could move. Moving her hands inside his jeans, Jacob jumped as she touched him.

"Wait, Leah, stop." Jacob grabbed her hands and held them down at her sides. He tried to catch his breath. He had two feelings battling inside him now – anger and frustration.

He hadn't seen Leah in several months. He broke up with her shortly after meeting Bella and it had been rather ugly. He never really considered her a "girlfriend," she was just a hook up to him. He only dated girls worthy of marrying. And she simply didn't qualify.

Leah never accepted the fact that Jacob only used her to ease his sexual frustrations. He called her a few times for a quick fuck after he started dating Bella and she was always eager to comply. But seeing him with Bella tonight set Leah's feelings on fire. She still hoped they could have more, but his words and actions dashed her hopes.

With Bella and Jacob's relationship being stretched to the brink, Leah's timing couldn't be worse. Jacob knew that dealing with Leah was not going to be easy. She was a force to reckon with when she was spurned. He simply didn't have the time or energy to deal with her tonight.

He felt a panic build as he thought of Bella and Edward dancing together. He knew that he had to get back out to the bar and find out what was happening between Bella and, the thorn in his side, Edward Cullen.

"Leah, I can't believe that you followed me in here." Jacob glanced around the stylish men's room trying to see if anyone noticed their exchange. However, he found that they were alone.

"Jacob, I saw you in the bar with that woman. Is she the one you've been seeing?" Leah knew the answer to her question when Jacob moved his eyes from her face to the floor. Her hopes for rekindling their relationship started to die and she felt like a fool, throwing herself at him yet again.

Jacob nodded yes and realized somewhere deep down inside that he had likely lost Bella today. His shoulders slumped as he admitted defeat.

"Leah, I have to get back out there. Please don't act like you know me once we leave. I'm in love with that girl and I am losing her. It's hard to explain and I have no right to ask you, but please can you help me out with this?"

Leah, numbed from hearing Jacob's words, saw the pain in his eyes. She understood then that he would never return her feelings for him. She felt a strange pity for him moved by his admission, and reluctantly decided to agree with his request and acknowledged that she had lost.

"Sure Jacob. I know how it feels to love someone and feel them slip through your fingertips."

"Thanks, Leah. I hope you find what you're looking for."

Jacob gave her a chaste kiss on the cheek and faced the mirror and headed for the door. A chastised and sheepish Leah trailed right behind him. He walked out the door and was adjusting his pants when he saw Bella standing a few away from him, her brown eyes wide with surprise. He and Leah quickly locked eyes knowing that this walk out of the men's room had GUILTY written across it.

"Bella, please – it's not what you think" Jacob pleaded, though he realized this explanation was too little too late. She faded into the crowd of people near the bar entrance and Jacob feared that he had truly lost her.

"Fuck, how in the hell can I get her to believe me?" Jacob asked the air around him not expecting any response. Leah had left his side, so he was surprised to hear someone utter his name.

"Jacob, got a little woman trouble, do ya?" Jacob knew that voice. It was none other than Edward Cullen, looking a little pale and leaning against a wall.

"Damn you Cullen. I hope you're happy now. Bella left, you asshole." Jacob fumed and wanted to hit that ugly smirk off of Edward's face, but he decided to chase after Bella. He heard Edward laughing at him as he made his way to the door.

What a worthless piece of shit! Jacob thought. I'm not giving her up without a fight.

He made his way outside just in time to see a yellow cab pull away from the sidewalk with Bella slumped in the backseat, both of her hands covering her face.

"Shit!" Jacob cursed. "I'm screwed."

Back inside Café Saint Ex, Edward decided that his evening at the club was over. He didn't like being humiliated in public and, before tonight, he actually had never been rejected by a woman. He needed to get away from the club and process what had occurred.

But he had one problem staring directly at him, Victoria. Perhaps she could help to placate his needs. Bella left his raging hard cock aching in pain, but he still had a chance to relieve it with Victoria.

"Vic, what d'ya say we call it a night?" Edward whispered into her ear, pulling away and giving her a quick wink.

Victoria frustrated by Edward's actions, had determined that her night was far from over.

"Listen, Eddie, you can call it a night, but I just called someone else to meet me here." Victoria laughed as she saw the shocked look on Edward's face.

Edward, visibly shaken, waved her off and staggered out of the club. Once outside, he breathed in the fresh night air trying to shake off all the remnants of Café Saint Ex.

Damn! What a fucking night! Edward struggled to understand what had happened with Bella.

She wanted me. I felt her body responding to my touches. Why was she fighting me?

Frustrated, Edward made his way back to the Vanquish and slipped behind the wheel. He could still smell traces of Victoria and he wanted to remove all hints of her. He rolled down all the windows and let the cool night air blow through. The smell of her perfume was soon replaced by a musky smell.

Edward relaxed as the aroma in the car changed. He drove back towards his posh abode on N Street. He lived a spoiled and secure life at Westbrooke Place Apartments – an elegant building with a spectacular marble-floored lobby and a cavernous stone fireplace and twenty-four hour concierge/doorman. He never worried for his safety or even his dry cleaning.

Entering DuPont Circle, Edward turned onto Massachusetts Ave. Going home was like admitting defeat. Rarely were his nightly needs unmet, and he could feel his cock and frustration building.

Damn her! Why can't I get her out of mind? Maybe once she was wrapped around my cock?

He needed to loosen his pants because they were going to rip from his raging hard-on. Even the slightest touch was becoming painful.

His fingers unhooked the button on his straining pants and he yanked down the zipper. He moaned as his hand grazed across his length, and making him feel like a hormonal teenager back in high school.

He remembered arriving home from high school and rushing to his room. He pleasured himself daily after hearing all the perverted thoughts from the people around him. Surprisingly most of the torrid images came from the teachers.

Untucking his shirt, he reached into his boxer briefs and grabbed his cock and started pumping. The pressure in his shaft built quickly towards his release, a geyser about to explode.

"Oh, god," he moaned as his car waited at a stoplight. He briefly closed his eyes and saw Bella pressed up against the wall. He could see her flushed and staring back at him with her mouth slight parted. Her lovely breasts rose with each labored breath, and brown hair spilled over her creamy white shoulders and back.

"Fuck off!"

"Fuck," he muttered, as he continued sliding his hand faster up and down his cock using the pre-cum to soften the friction. Lost in his hunger, he realized that he needed to pull on to a side street. He drew attention with his erratic driving and he wanted to close his eyes and get lost in his memory of kissing her lips.

Bella's lips, even for the brief moment he had tasted them, had him craving for more. He remembered the softness of her skin beneath his fingers and it was sending him over the edge as he called out her name.

"Bella!"

His balls tightened and he knew he was close. With one last stroke he came, hard, freeing his man milk all over his shirt. And as he enjoyed his sweet release, he pressed his foot down on the accelerator.

"Fuck!" he cried out as his body was pushed back against the seat. He heard the loud whooshing noise of the airbag as it was deployed.

"Dammit!" He strained to look over the airbags and it appeared that he hit a large tree sitting close to the curb.

Shit! Could this night get any worse?

"Edward? Edward? Are you all right?"

Edward groaned.

"Yes, Seth. I'm feeling just dandy considering that I have six air bags surrounding me right now."

Seth Pattinson was the technology expert for the Bureau's special covert agents, with vehicle modifications among his many talents. He had equipped the Vanquish with a unique set of air bags that left little room for movement once they were deployed. This safety addition was leaving Edward in a rather compromised position.

Damn – my hands are stuck in my pants.

The accident had pinned his arm between the airbag and his stomach and try as he might, there was no budging it.

Struggling to free his arm, Edward noticed a distinct and unpleasant smell drifting throughout the interior, an acrid mélange of sodium azide from the airbags and his own ejaculate.

"I say, Edward, it shows on my monitor that something has happened to the car. I am showing that you hit something with your right front bumper." Seth's word's echoed loudly in his native British accent.

"Yes," Edward sighed. "I need you to come as soon as possible. I've had a minor accident, and I don't want the police showing up before you can get me out from under these damned air bags. Get here, pronto."

Crap, I'm never going live this down.

"Edward, do tell me, is there a lot of damage to the car?"

"Seth, I can barely see over all the safety shit right now. Please just get yourself over here and make it fast. I need some extra help."

"Okay, sir. What kind of help would that be?"

"Look, Seth, just shut the fuck up and get your ass moving. Oh, and bring a towel!"

Inside the cab, Bella fought her tears, but they wouldn't stop. She bit her lip and pressed her hand against her mouth, her very soul aching with the vain effort. Her heart felt empty and hallow.

But her crying wouldn't stop, like flood waters lapping over a makeshift levy, she could not contain her tears. She had looked forward to this night for so long, it represented the fruition of her dreams. And now her evening of celebrating all that she had worked for was turned to a big joke.

She was dry humped by a jackass who was now her boss, and she couldn't figure out what in the hell had happened with Jacob. She knew he was not "the one" but his actions hurt nonetheless.

Yes, Bella thought, if I made a scrapbook of my evening, the title would be Fuck My Life.

More tears fell and her shoulders shook softly as she contemplated her future. She longed to hear her mother's voice and ask her for advice, wishing she could just call and Renee would answer. She missed being able to call someone who knew her flaws and strengths, and envied her fellow trainees as they hugged and conversed with their parents today. But life had dealt her a hard, cruel hand which brutally snatched that support from her.

Her future was unclear, but she was sure of two things. Her new boss was an arrogant asshole, and he tasted damned good. She had worked too hard and dreamed too long of being an agent to now be just a receptacle for his dick.

And Jacob – she couldn't believe what she had seen when he left the bathroom. Rosalie was going to kick his ass. She cringed when she thought of telling her, and just thinking about Rosalie made her tears start anew. She was going to miss her so much.

Bella glanced up at the front seat of the cab catching the cab driver's eye in the rearview mirror.

Typical male, she thought. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights unsure what to do with his crying client.

As she turned to look out the side window, a knock on the glass window startled her out of her grief. Bella looked up to see the cabbie offering her a box of tissues. This act of kindness brought more tears.

Shit, at this point I am going to be dehydrated. Bella mumbled her thanks and began to soak up the moisture on her face and remove off any remaining makeup.

Finally, the cab pulled up to the condo and Bella handed him a few bills refusing, to meet his eyes. She did not want to see his pity or sympathy.

She opened the door to the condo and saw that it was dark inside. Bella knew that she was alone tonight, and was relieved that she could reflect on her thoughts before discussing this crazy night with Rosalie.

Shuffling through the condo, she made it to her room. She pulled her dress off and let it fall slowly to the floor. After she wiggled out of her shoes, she collapsed on the bed, wearing just her undergarments. She wrapped the down comforter over her and shoved her face into her pillow praying that sleep would come quickly to her.

Edward drove the Vanquish home after Seth bent back the dent affecting his right tire. The car required a visit to the body shop to complete the repairs, but luckily he was spared a tow and a ride home from Seth.

He heard Seth's thoughts as he freed Edward from the confines of the air bags. Seth was shocked to realize the reason he had brought the towel to Edward. Outwardly, Seth was a perfect English gentleman but Edward knew better and watched as Seth tried to suppress a grin.

Oh how the mighty do fall, thought Seth.

Edward pulled into the below ground parking garage and smacked the steering wheel with his palm. He'd never had such a degrading night in his life.

Once inside his apartment, he threw his keys on the granite kitchen counter and headed straight for the shower. He wanted nothing more than to wash away every remnant of tonight's mishaps, both emotionally and physically.

He stripped his clothing and stepped into the scalding hot water, finally relaxing as it rained down upon his tense body.

He closed his eyes and saw her again, but this time he experienced a new feeling as he remembered her beautiful face and the lovely smell of her hair. He felt a deep need to just reach out and hold her in his arms.

He quickly opened his eyes.

"Shit! What the fuck is wrong with me?" he yelled into the shower's steam.

He needed to give Jasper a call and plan an evening out before leaving for Washington State.

Dr. Jasper Whitlock was Edward's only true friend. Dr. Brown introduced them as children when he discovered that they both shared unique and supernatural gifts.

With Edward's mindreading and Jasper's uncanny ability to influence people's moods, they each had a special friend that understood the other completely. It was something that even their parents were unable to do.

Jasper worked for the CIA in their special covert division and he was everything that Edward was not when it came to relationships. He was caring and perceptive, and never wished to be the center of attention.

Jasper's sensitive nature was a mystery to Edward, but he always felt so comfortable around him. He was going to call him in the morning and see if he had plans for tomorrow night.

Edward needed to blow off some steam and knew the exact place to do just that – Atlantic City.

Even as his plan took shape, he knew deep down that a good screw and a winning hand or two at the poker table wouldn't get Bella out of his mind.

I'm screwed!

A/N: We would liked to thank our Special Agents…..Betas Elizabethan and Aquariumjenn