The Façade [Cullen vs. Swan]
by Mezzanottex3
"The love that lasts the longest is the love that can never be returned."
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* Thank you for the reviews last chapter. I read them all.
* To answer several review questions... This is a new story. I will continue it. I have not forgotten about Eat You Alive. There will be an EPOV. As for other questions, you will find out as you go along. I don't want to give away too much, yet!
* I haven't updated this story since 1/31/09. Wow. Sorry about that. Forgive me, bbz.
» • Edward's POV • «
"Mr. Cullen, I disagree with your statement."
Well then, fuck you.
I was in one of the long ass meetings that take for-fucking-ever and this motherfucker dares to disagree with my statement?
Excuse my language. My behavior isn't usually this intolerable. I was just pretty fucking horny. As the meeting dredged on, my mind wandered to Bella last night, and how her small, hot mouth sucked on my cock.
Maybe I could ask that desk secretary if she wanted a hard romp. She wouldn't refuse. No one ever refused.
After another hour, my erection was still raging. Fucking damn it. Getting Bella out of my head was harder than I thought. The meeting was over after that hour, and I stomped back towards my office and locked eyes with a redhead who was oogling me.
I think her name was... Victoria. Yeah, that's the one. I've had her in bed a couple of times... why not another?
She seemed to understand my look as she got up and followed me into my office.
"Mr. Cullen?" She raised an eyebrow, sticking out her tits for me to see. The saying "I'm easy" seemed to resonate off of her.
"Bend over the desk." I hissed.
Easy was what I needed right now.
I was going to fuck until Bella was out of my head for the rest of the work day. I was fucking angry. I was angry that she occupied my every thought. I was angry that no one could please me the way she could. I was angry that I was so fucking dependent on her. My mind vaguely wandered to the necklace I gave her last night, how I bought it the way a lover would buy something for their beloved.
I realized that the sparkle in her eyes was worth it.
And that's when I realized I was going off on tangent about Bella. I sharply thrust into Victoria, and she called out my name before I could cover her mouth. I heard a click behind me, which sounded a lot like the door to my office had just been closed.
"What's wrong, baby?" Victoria asked.
I looked back at her. "Nothing."
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» • That Evening... • «
I must've pressed the button to my floor about fifty-thousand times.
Go up.
Go the fuck up.
I was in a horrible mood. Partly because my dick felt it was gonna fall off since sex with Victoria was like sex with a dinosaur.
Goddamn.
Could she possibly get any looser? Whore. I mean... did we even have sex? For fucks sake. She came three times before I got frustrated and pulled out. Without a release. So I quite literally pouted all the way home.
Bella.
Bella I need you right now.
I was going to flip if she wasn't home yet. I leaned against the back of the elevator, running my palm up and down outside my pants near my cock. Tension. Relieve the tension. Someone. Anyone. Please.
Wait. Not just anyone. I needed Bella.
I need her. Just her. Only her. She never disappointed me. Never. We had this dominant/submissive thing going on. We'd experiment on each other, but she knew as well as I did that I was the dominant and she was the submissive. That was the reason we clicked. Through my experience, a dom and a dom don't work. At all. Like pieces of a puzzle that will never fit.
Tanya Denali came into my head. When I had sex with her a week or so ago in New York City, the fact that we were both of dominant sexual prowess left me unsatisfied. I needed a sub. I needed Bella Swan.
When the elevator rang for my floor, I stepped out and stormed to the door, opening it and then slamming it behind me.
"Bella!" I called.
It was an order. Obey me, my little submissive beauty.
That necklace I gave her last night? Her collar. Did she know that? I doubted it. That didn't make it any less fucking sexy.
Never take it off.
When there was no response, I was just about ready to give up and die (with a boner).
"Isabella Marie Swan I am horny as hell! I need you right fucking now!"
Drudging my way up to her room- which was harder than it should have been since the boner between my legs disabled my normal walking abilities, I swung open the door and realized she wasn't here. She wasn't even fucking home yet.
Fuck me.
... please?
That's when I heard the door open and close downstairs, as well as Bella's footsteps. And she wasn't alone. I heard the tan boy's voice.
Jacob fucking Black.
I can smell you from here.
He, of course, is influenced by the Axe Body Spray commercials that the more he pours it on himself the more girls will approach him. Bella found it repulsive.
That's when I stopped using so much.
"The files are right upstairs in my room. I'll run up and get them... just wait here a second. Oh, and make yourself at home. Edward should be home soon, so enjoy the quiet while you can," Bella laughed.
So she was coming to the room I was in right now. Her room. Oh... right. Now what? Would it be childish of me to hide in her closet? Instead, I opened the door to her room and hid behind it as I heard her footsteps against the carpet come closer.
When she came into the room, I drank in her appearance. She wore a high ponytail which held up a sexy mess of brunette hair, with a sophisticated black sleeveless dress.
Hot damn.
Don't come in your pants, Cullen.
With a swift push, the door to her room clicked shut. I was in full view when she turned around, startled.
"Edward!" She gasped, her hands raising to her neck in surprise as a reaction.
"Ah ah," I hummed, stalking towards her like a predator. I took her hands in mine and smiled down at her. "Your body is mine to touch."
Before she could reply, my hand traveled down towards the juncture between her legs. She gasped and bit her lip. "Edward, Jake's downstairs."
"Shhh..." I purred, pushing her onto the bed. "I'll move quickly." I started to raise her sexy dress to reveal my heaven when her tiny hands held onto mine. Her eyes locked with mine, and the lust overwhelmed me, consuming me.
This woman... this woman would be the death of me. Whether she knew it or not.
She rolled on top of me and raised her dress up and over her head. The midnight blue lingerie came into my hungry view and I groaned, putting my hands on her hips. She rolled her hips on top of my pants where my dick was painfully erect and a moan slipped from my mouth. She smirked down at me and bit her bottom lip before her hands raised to her breasts and massaged them. I almost... I almost fucking came... just watching her touch herself. My eyes traveled to the necklace she wore- my necklace, my marking.
"I need you now, baby..." I hissed through clenched teeth. My hands went to my pants, and I unbuttoned them quickly, while she lifted herself off of me to allow me to release my dick from its painful constraints.
As soon as it was, I sighed with momentary relief. Then the pounding grew significantly worse.
"I can't wait," I said quickly, thrusting my hips upwards.
And just in case you're wondering, Jacob has been long forgotten.
She smirked. "You can't wait?"
Her hands gripped the throbbing organ on my body. She moved her hand up and down and my eyes had a hard time staying open and not rolling to the back of my head. My hips viciously thrust upwards against her hands. More.
"Close your eyes, Edward..." she purred. "Let me pleasure you."
Sweeter words have never been spoken.
My eyes closed in an instant. My teeth ground together.
She ghosted over me, and I took a deep breath. I listened to shuffling around the room. And then I heard the door open. My eyes snapped open.
There she was, at the door. She had her black dress on again. Her hair was down from the ponytail, and sex hair tumbled on her shoulders.
No. No she didn't. She wouldn't.
She did!
"What the hell do you think you're doing?!" I growled.
She blew me a kiss and left the room with a couple of folders.
"Hey, Jake! Sorry that took so long. I found them!" Her voice echoed down the hallway.
That little bitch.
Did she think I would not go after her?
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» • Isabella's POV • «
Payback's a bitch, isn't it Cullen?
That's what you get for fucking Victoria.
"Here are the papers, Jake," I said as I walked down the stairs.
Images of Edward moments ago flooded through my head and my foot caught on the last step.
"Ja-" I whimpered.
I have no idea how he got to me so fast, but his muscled arms caught me.
"It's alright," he chuckled. "I caught you."
He released me and brushed a piece of hair behind my ear and said, "Be more careful, Bella. I don't want to see you get hurt."
My cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I can't help that I'm clumsy."
"Well, that's why she keeps me around." A rich, silky voice said from the top of the steps.
I didn't turn around. Dear lord, he wasn't up there naked was he? I wouldn't put it past him. Prideful beautiful bastard. Jacob looked up to him and narrowed his eyes. His hands raised and pulled me closer.
"Bella, why don't you just give him the folders?" Edward said.
I still didn't turn around, but I could hear the finality in his voice. He wasn't suggesting, he was commanding.
"What's the rush, Cullen?" Jacob sneered as I handed him the folders. His hand lingered on the one that handed him the folders.
I turned to face Edward as I stood by Jacob's side.
"I have things to do. And I can't get get them done with you here." He growled at Jacob.
"Whatever," Jacob said, rolling his eyes.
He took my hand and lead me to the door. I swear I could've heard a growl from behind me.
"I'm sorry you have to live with him. He's so difficult, I swear to god."
"Hey, it's manageable." I laughed.
I was so gonna get it once Jacob left.
"Alright then, Bells. I'll see you later. Thanks for the files."
"No problem," I smiled and he released my hand.
When he walked out the door, I took longer than I usually do to lock it before turning around. He was still standing at the top of the stairs, and for a couple of moments, we didn't say anything. His eyes were blazing.
I was still mad at him.
Still mad.
Furious.
Why did I have to catch you fucking Victoria when you have me?
Am I not good enough for you?
"Isabella," he growled.
My back pressed against the door. He took one step down the stairs.
"Do you think," he took another step, "That I would honestly let you off the hook that easily?"
My heart was beating out of my chest. He was going to catch me. I trip and he practically fucking prances. I didn't know what to do. Give in? I would end up doing that if he made it down the stairs without doing anything.
He took another step.
"Catch me if you can," the words came out of my mouth before I even thought about them.
I ran out the front door and flew towards the elevator.
"Come onn..." I growled at the elevator, grounding the button into the wall.
It opened the same time I heard the front door behind me open.
"Oh, Isabella..." he purred behind me.
It sounded fucking lethal. Lust was dripping from his voice. Seeping from it. It made my knees weak, and it took everything I had to not just strip at the sound of his voice and shout TAKE ME.
I shot inside the elevator and locked eyes with his as the door closed. I brought a finger up to my mouth and started to suck on it. I fueled the fire without even thinking, and fucking hell, it was fun. When the door was fully closed, I breathed in a sigh.
But when the elevator started to move, I wondered where the hell I was going to go in high-heels and sex hair? Jacob lived in this building. He lived a couple floors down. I could go there... catch him before he went into his room, and beg to be let in. Hide out.
Alright. It was an okay plan.
When I finally reached Jacob's floor, I rushed down the hallway to his suite. But standing in front of his door was... Edward fucking Cullen. Looking absolutely glorious by the way. He was breathing heavily, probably from running down the flights of stairs. His button-down white long sleeves was pulled up to his elbows, and there were three buttons popped open at the top. His hair was a chaotic mess, and his eyes. His eyes-
"Going somewhere?" he snickered, grabbing my wrist and pulling me down the hall. "You, Miss Isabella, started something... and you are most definitely going to finish it."
He pushed me into the janitorial closet, and locked the door behind him while staring at me with hooded, lust filled eyes. He raised one of his hands up to my face and caressed it. Something I didn't recognize flashed behind his emerald eyes.
"You ran from me," he stated, as if he couldn't believe it.
"You chased m-me..." I breathed.
"I would never hurt you," he said softly, pressing his lips to mine. "But fucking the living daylights out of you... is an entirely different matter."
He hitched one of my legs around his waist and shoved me hard against the wall. His lips pressed to mine angrily and I knew he was pulling me under.
You're mad at him, remember?!
Damn it, Cullen. Stop kissing me this way.
Stop kissing me like you feel something for me.
The only light in the cramped space was the little light bulb hanging from the ceiling, and the only noise resounded from our heavy breathing. He ground his hips against mine, and my hand snaked its way down his pants.
"Did I say you could-" He hissed.
I squeezed his cock.
"-touch me..."
I started to stroke his straining length, and I could feel it pulsating beneath my fingers. His head rested in the crook of my neck while his hands rested on the wall behind me.
He was completely vulnerable to me.
Swirling my fingers around the head of his cock, pre-cum was already there, and I whirled my fingers around it bringing it back down his cock. He growled in pleasure and one of his large hands went to the back of my head, twisting my hair. He raised his head off of my shoulder to look me in the eyes.
"I want your mouth on my cock, baby."
Not when it was inside Victoria. Take a shower or something. And then jump in acid for good measure.
Instead of complying to his command, my hand traveled to his balls and squeezed. Edward gasped and released my head while his own fell against my shoulder again.
"B-Bella-" he gasped, his hips bucking against me.
I moved my hand the way I knew he likes. A sharp thrust upwards, and a hard thrust down towards the base. My hips thrust against his own as my hand worked beneath his pants. His breath came out in shallow gasps between clenched teeth as he bit my neck in frustration.
"Damnit, Bella... I need your mouth on me..." He was ordering now, not asking.
And he pushed me down onto my knees.
Part of me was screaming to do this. He wanted this, I loved getting him off- that's what we were for. But the rational part of me screamed back reminding me what I saw him doing with Victoria this afternoon.
Well, not only that. I was reminded that I was still pissed at him for making me feel things that I shouldn't be feeling while he was going out having a good time with endless amounts of whores at his disposal.
Wait. Isn't that all I am to him?
"No, Edward." I looked up at him, at his heaving chest and glistening brow.
He was going to kill me for this.
He unzipped his pants, his member springing forth from its constraints.
Hello, I've missed you-
No, no, no!
It twitched in front of me, oozing pre-cum.
"I can't, Edward. I'm sorry." I turned away, closing my eyes. I begged the tears to stay away.
I stood up and fled from the small maintenance closet, without a second glance at Edward. He didn't call after me.
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I was a mess as I escaped the room. Tears and everything. I didn't go towards the elevator, but the stairs instead. I didn't need people in the elevator to see me like this. On my way up, my foot caught on the carpet and my ankle twisted in the most uncomfortable manner before a loud crack resounded the walls. I screamed and fell the ground, holding on to my ankle.
Okay. Think rationally. Think rationally, Bella.
"Hello?" I called into the air. "C-Can anyone help me?"
No answer, and more tears.
I tried to stand up, but I only fell down again with pain shooting through my foot and up my leg. Shit! I don't even have my phone-
"Please- someone- anyone-!" I shouted.
I heard the door to the stairs open a flight down and then footsteps coming up towards me.
"Help!" I called. "Please-! I fell... a-and I think I may have sprained my ankle-"
"Bella?" The voice called.
"Jacob! Jacob, please! Help me!"
Jacob was in front of me in less than five seconds. He knelt down to me and moved the hair away from my face. He wiped my tears and looked at me with such endearment that I almost started to cry again. What had I done to make him care for me so much?
"Oh, Bella..."
"I-I fell... and I..."
"We need to get you to the hospital..." he spoke softly.
"No!" I whimpered. "No hospital! Just help me back to my room... I'll put some ice on it and it'll be fine... please..."
"Bella, seriously? You can't even walk, can you?"
"No, but... but accidents like this happen to me all the time. And I can tell it's not broken- I just sprained it and please.... Jacob please, if it gets worse I'll go to the hospital, I promise."
"It's Jake." He corrected. "You know I hate my full name."
In a swift movement, he picked me up and carried me out of the landing and towards the elevator.
"How'd you hear me?" I whispered, snuggling into his chest.
He sighed, "I ran into Edward in the hallway. I heard loud banging come from a ways down the hallway and realized it was the maintenance closet. He was in there breaking things and slamming walls. I asked him what was wrong and he said 'Bella, that's what!' and stormed towards the elevator."
My breath caught in my throat as Jacob pressed the button for my floor and the elevator doors closed.
"What happened?" He whispered to me.
"I don't want to talk about it," was all I could reply before my fist gripped the fabric of his black t-shirt.
Jacob looked down at me and sighed, "Alright."
We headed towards my door, he asked for the key.
"I don't have it on me, but I know the key code so just bring me close enough and I'll use the keypad."
"You have a keypad? What the hell-" Jacob said.
"On the right of the door. Yeah, here..." I tapped the wall and it rotated around to reveal a keypad.
Jacob whistled, "I would've never known."
"Yeah, the hotel has these security measures for the top floors. It's really cool, actually. I feel like James Bond using this stuff."
I punched in the security code, and the door clicked open. Jacob smiled and helped me into the apartment.
"I'll only let you stay home and not go to the hospital if you let me stay and take care of you," he said softly, placing me down on the couch in the living room.
He disappeared into the kitchen and I heard him shuffling around for a little before he came out with an icepack. He placed it on my ankle and I hissed.
"You really don't have to. I couldn't ask this of you- tomorrow's Thursday and I don't think I'll make it to work, so you definitely have to be there to watch over things," I teased lightly.
"Nonsense." He sat down on the couch by my feet, taking a pillow and delicately putting my injured ankle on top of it for elevation. "Things at work will be just fine. I'll make a couple of calls, and then we'll have nothing to worry about."
"You don't have to... I'm sure when Edward gets back-" I began.
My throat choked with emotion. Edward. Who was I kidding?
"If he comes back and takes care of you, I'll leave. I promise."
"Alright..." I sighed. "Thank you."
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And I let Jacob stay, because Edward didn't come home for the entire night.
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The Façade.