A/N: Wow I got a lot of reviews and follows on that last chapter! You all rock so hard!

Legal beagel stuff: Stephanie Meyer owns all things Twilight.

Previously:

"Edward Cullen! Come out, come out, where ever you are. I know you're in here with that slut."

I turned to see Bella standing on the bar with the microphone in her hand.

Oh shit!

EPOV

I slowly walked toward the bar where Bella was yelling for me. I had no idea what was going on but Heather seemed to think the whole thing was funny because she was trying really hard to control her giggles.

It took Bella a minute or two to notice where I was, but I could tell when she saw me; her eyes were intense, almost like she was aroused and pissed off at the same time. Jealousy maybe? But why? She said she hated me.

"What the fuck Edward?" Bella started in on me right away. "You tell me last week that you still love me and now you re out with some scank? I can't believe you would do this to me! I'm getting whiplash from all your mood changes. If you want me, take me! But it's me and no one else."

While I was taken aback by her words, a part of me could not help but see the irony in what she was saying. Hell, just this morning she was telling me that she wanted nothing more to do with me.

Bella stepped down from the bar, several guys 'helping' her not to fall. Without warning, or my permission, a low growl came from deep within my chest. Heather must have heard it because she was becoming more and more unsuccessful with controlling her amusement.

Bella strode over to us and noticed Heather trying not to laugh.

"What's so funny bitch? You think you have him, but I'm here to tell you that that he's mine and you can't have him. No one else can!"

I was trying to figure out where Alice and Rose were so they could get her home while Heather stopped trying and burst into a full out laugh. Bella was having none of that.

"You think this is funny? You think you're better than I am?" Bella started fumbling with her shirt until she finally got it off. I couldn't believe what I was seeing, she was NEVER this bold. Bella turned her stare to me, clad only in a skimpy bra and her skirt; I was trying really hard to not get an erection.

"Are her tits better than mine Edward?" Bella grabbed her breasts and shoved them up, mashing them together. "These are real baby, and you know you miss them." I was stuck watching her breasts, come on I am a guy, so I didn't notice that she was also removing her skirt. Bella soon stood before me in matching bra and thong, it did not escape my notice that the crowd of mostly men had increased exponentially since she started stripping.

"How about her legs Edward? Do they feel as good as mine do when they're wrapped around you? Do you like grabbing her ass more than mine?" She sauntered up to me and rubbed her body over mine. Digging her hands in my hair, she threw her right leg over my hip and proceeded to show me what I had been missing. She was dry humping me in the middle of the club!

As good as this felt I knew it had to stop, Bella would hate me even more if this didn't stop now. I looked to Heather for help but she just shrugged and threw me a look telling me I was on my own with this one. I grabbed Bella's shoulders and gently pushed her back.

"Why Edward?" she asked me, "I still love you. Why do you hurt me like this?"

Bella began to sway back and forth in my arms, I briefly wondered just how much she had to drink tonight. Who was she here with? Why was no one taking care of her?

I didn't have time to think anymore about it as Bella crashed her soft lips with mine. I didn't remember the kiss from last weekend but this one was great. I had forgotten how good of a kisser Bella was, especially when she was drunk. I found myself melting into her kiss, it's not like she would remember it in the morning. She ended the kiss and looked me in the eyes, her face pleading.

She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. "Please Edward; I need you to love me again." As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she slumped in my arms. I finally saw Alice and Rose come out from the crowd and take her from me. I glared at both of them for letting her make a fool out of herself, I knew all too well how that felt the next day.

Heather came over and whispered in my ear that I should grab Bella's clothes off the floor and take them home; it would give her a reason to contact me later. I quickly scooped her top and skirt off the floor. As I turned to leave, I noticed that Alice had seen me steal her clothes. Good.

"Memories of an interesting night. Have her call me if she wants them back."

Heather and I stopped at the bar before leaving and asked them to get a tablecloth or something so Bella could be taken home in something other than her underwear.

Heather was quiet on the way back to her place. To be honest I had forgotten that she was in the car until she pointed out that I was about to miss her exit. I was so lost in thought that we were back at her place before I knew it.

"Think about what I said Edward," Heather started as I parked the car. "There are obviously a lot of unresolved issues between the two of you. You may not be able to see it when you are sober, but you still love her.")

I thought about it for a moment. "No, I am concerned about her, and I wouldn't want anything to happen to her, but I can't invite that kind of heart ache back into my life. She proved who she is last time; I won't go through that again. Love or not, I won't live my life like that again."

"Regardless, you two seem to crave each other's attention, even if it is negative. You need to figure this out or neither of you will ever be able to move on." Heather opened the door to get out of the car. She turned back and gave me a quick kiss on the cheek. "Good night, Edward." And with that I was left alone with my thoughts.

I drove back to my place and quickly changed into my pajama pants. I laid down on my bed to try and sleep, but it just wouldn't come to me. I couldn't help but replay memories of when Bella and I were happy together.

Flashback

I slowly extracted myself from a sleeping Bella. I couldn't help but notice her little snores as she slept. I cherished those snores, it had not escaped my notice that the more orgasms I gave her in a night, the louder she snored.

The clock on the nightstand glowed 4:30 am. Perfect, Bella didn't need to be up for another hour. Today was her birthday and I planned to make her breakfast in bed. Of course, I had not really cooked before but I had seen my Mom do it thousands of times. I couldn't be that hard, right?

I slipped on some sweats and tip toed my way to the kitchen and turned on the light. I quickly found the skillet and got out some eggs, bacon and english muffins. Placing the muffins in the toaster, I got to work on the eggs. I moved them around the skillet a bit, figuring scrambled eggs would be easier to make, but they kept sticking and getting really dry.

What did mom use to do about that?

I remembered that she put milk in with the eggs, so I got the milk out and poured it in the eggs. I guess I poured too much though because now the eggs were soupy. As I scraped them around the pan, I could see that some of it was burnt.

Okay, maybe no eggs then.

I was about to take it off the stove and throw the failed eggs away when I smelled smoke. I turned around to find the toaster on fire and the room filling quickly with smoke. I tried to put out the flames but apparently I just made it worse and the fire detector went off.

Once I got the fire out, I went to fan the smoke away from the alarm when I saw that the milk had boiled off the eggs and now the pan was smoking. Just as I was about to grab the pan to put it in the sink, I heard Bella come running from the bedroom.

The smoke was so thick by this point that I could barely see anything. I made to grab for the pan but burned my hand on the side and I couldn't help the cry of shock and pain that came out.

"Edward? Where are you?" I heard the panic in Bella's voice but before I could answer her, I found myself being covered in white foamy stuff as Bella tried to extinguish the fire. )

After depleting the extinguisher, Bella opened the door and tried to fan the smoke outside.

I stood in shock in the middle of the kitchen, covered in foam and wondering how the hell I ended up like this. Bella walked back inside a moment later and just stared at me in disbelief.

"Happy Birthday?" I told her hoping she wasn't too mad. As she began to realize what had happened she started to laugh at the situation. I couldn't help but laugh with her.

As she settled down, a mischievous thought passed through my head. I couldn't help the wicked smile that crossed my face as I started walking toward her.

"Come here baby, give me a hug."

Bella screamed and ran back towards the bedroom, of course I was faster and caught her just as she reached the door. We laughed and kissed, finally making our way to the shower where I gave her a very happy birthday.

End Flashback

I woke up the next morning and wondered how Bella was doing. I still cared, but of course I wouldn't let her know that. I called her house wanting to make sure she was still alive after the other night but it went to voice mail.

I didn't plan on acting like a jerk, but hearing Bella's voice on her answering machine brought out the ass in me. I knew that she wouldn't let my message go without calling me back and giving me a piece of her mind and I found myself surprisingly looking forward to it.

A/N: Thanks for reading! See you all next week!