Chapter Two: I love you Bella Swan !
Edward P.O.V
It had been a while, I realized, since I'd had sex.
And I don't just mean any kind of sex. I mean the really good kind, with a girl that knows her angles and positions. With a girl that leaves you wanting more. The kind of sex that leaves your body drenched with sweat and aching for a good two hours after you're done.
Yeah, it'd been a while since I'd had either of those things.
A nice girl and an amazing sex life.
I had become so dull, so boring, that I was in my dorm, alone on a Saturday night, sulking. What happened to me? I used to be Edward Cullen, the life of the party. I remembered when I used to go drinking and clubbing every night of the week, a different girl in my arms, every five seconds. I remembered when I never had to try to get any action; Chicks just lined up, waiting to test me out, to see if the rumors were true.
Was Edward really a beast in bed? Did he really set up candles and rose petals in his room before he stripped you of your clothing? Did he seductively whisper into your ear, all the things he wanted to do to you, before you finally gave into him?
That used to be my life, and now I didn't really know what to make of it.
Sure, I had the money.
My parents were both wealthy, my father a doctor, the best around town, and my mother, a famous wedding planner, with her own TV show on E! Network.
Sure, I had my looks.
I was tall; at least 6'3 with a lean, yet muscular build. I had perfect facial features, high cheekbones; any male model would die to have. The ones they went and got with plastic surgery. I had flawless, pale skin, shaggy reddish brown hair, with natural specks of blond, and a rare shaded, pair of green eyes that made girls melt at the sight of me. I wasn't scared to admit, that I was sexy. I knew I was, every time I looked at myself in the mirror. I was allowed to be this arrogant. Anyone that looked as good as I did just had that right.
And sure, I had an awesome personality.
Once, people got past my cockiness, they could see that I was charming. I wasn't raised by a pack of wolves. I had manners. My mother and father taught me how to be gentlemen. I could come off as a jerk, but I wasn't always a duchebag. I knew how to hold doors open for women, walk old ladies' across the street, compliment people when they looked nice. That sort of thing.
I still felt like the same Edward Cullen. I didn't know why I wasn't out being the wild, 21 year old that I used to be, though.
Fucking girls left and right. Partying like a rock star.
I had never been the type of guy to sit at a desk, like I was doing now, and actually do my homework that wasn't due until next month. I didn't even know how long I'd been acting like this, not being myself. I guess, this was the first time I realized, I'd changed.
"God, my life sucks ass."
Deciding, not to depress myself anymore by thinking about it, I knew the perfect place to get my mind off things, and relieve a little bit of sexual tension.
A strip club.
Nothing like a bunch of sexy women, dancing on poles, taking off their clothes, to get me hard.
XxX
I had been to all the usual clubs around the college campus, even seen a few girls from school that I knew.
I wanted a taste of something different. Something new, fresh. So after looking up local strip joints on the internet, I found one that sparked my interest.
The Dot, Dotting, Dotted.
It was about a 30 minute drive away. I parked my car and took my time getting out of the vehicle, to take in the scenery. It looked like a decent enough place. It was a small brick building, with techno music blasting from inside. The sign had all its neon lights, brightly lit, not a missing lit up letter, in sight like other places. The grass on either side of the entrance was a bright green and only a few pieces of trash littered the grounds.
I didn't think this place would be so bad until I noticed all the cars in the lot.
My shiny Volvo, looked out of place, next to the old pick up trucks, and dented buggies parked in front. I bit my lip, nervously.
What kind of men were inside here?
The cold December wind, whipped my hair around my face, and I probably would have stayed outside a little longer, pondering whether or not to go in, if it hadn't been so fucking cold outside. I could feel my eyes beginning to water and nose tingling as I breathed. What did I have to loose, I thought, as I walked into the club. It couldn't be that bad. After all, I was here for the women.
The men inside didn't look any better, than their beat up cars outside, as I'd somewhat suspected. They were all hooting loudly and looked dirty, like they hadn't bathed in days. Not one guy in here, had a clean shaven face. They all reeked of beer and were old. I stuck out like a sore thumb, as I took my seat in the middle row. Luckily, everyone's attention was on the girl on the stage, twirling down a pole.
I squirmed in my chair, trying to get comfortable as the brunette hopped off stage and began giving people lap dances. That was different.
I liked different.
Finally she came to me, straddling herself on top of me. Her head was thrown back, eyes closed, and hands exploring my body. Then she sat up, and opened her eyes. I heard a gasp escape her luscious, pink lips as her gaze locked with my own.
"No, no, no, no , no. This can't be happening," she whispered, her cheeks glowing bright red. I could feel my own face, warming up a bit at the sight of her. I hadn't seen her in such a long time, not with the way things ended between us. It was strange. We went to the same college, but looking into her brown eyes, was like staring at the face of a stranger. She'd changed in the short span, of a year and a half.
She looked older. Her oval face was framed by loose brown curls, falling delicately on her shoulders. Her brown eyes were mortified. She only had on a bra. It wasn't like I'd never seen her naked before, but this was a different girl, I'd known all those years ago. The girl I knew was quiet, shy, and reserved, with a bit of a fiery side. Never this fiery, but a flame was there, nonetheless.
I smiled as memories of us, began playing in my head.
"Hey, what's the hold up?" an old man screamed from the sidelines. She had stopped dancing, and was just staring at me dumbfounded. She shook her head, her hair swinging slightly as she did. She plastered a fake smile on her lips, getting a hold of herself.
"Yeah, what's the hold up?" I whispered, playfully, pushing my own embarrassment to the side.
When I came out tonight, I'd never expected to get this. Maybe get a little hard, and steal a few kisses from a sleazy stripper. Never did I think, I'd have Bella Swan, on my lap, the one and only girl, I can say, that honestly rocked the shit out of my world. Tonight, fate was on my side. I couldn't stop myself from grinning, cockily.
"Edward Cullen, did I ever tell you how much I hate you?" she replied, that smile still on her face. God, she was so sexy.
"Yes, Bella. You have, actually. This makes you're twenty-third time. I've been keeping count," I said, just to get under her skin. I knew how to make her temper flare. I leaned up, to kiss her. I felt her body stiffen, as she let me gently rub my lips against hers. I let out a sigh. This was so much better, than getting drunk at some party, and sleeping with some random chick. I had forgotten how my feelings got out of whack around this girl.
I'd forgotten the affect she'd had on me.
Just as she was pulling away, I stifled a laugh. "Can you bounce for me?"
Her face turned, cold, as she narrowed her eyes at me in what could only be described as a glare.
"This will make the twenty-fourth time. I hate you Edward Cullen."
Mmmm, and I love you Bella Swan.
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