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CHAPTER 4

EPOV ~

September 16, 2006…

I was startled awake by a door slamming, but the faint smell of coconut coming from the brown hair my face was buried in at the moment, reminded me I was not at home, and the naked girl lying in my arms, was definitely not my wife.

Why are you not surprised you're waking up with a naked brunette in your arms? my subconscious asked.

Well, because I remembered everything from the night before. I remembered walking into that strip club, and the brunette goddess dancing on the stage taking over my every thought. I remembered it being me who asked her to do a private show for one in my fucking hotel room, but the thing that stuck out the most in my mind … it was me who was silently praying I'd be doing a whole lot more than just watching her remove her clothes.

So you do remember fucking that brunette goddess, then? that stupid voice asked, again.

Fuck and yes! I will never forget fucking that beauty.

Why don't you seem sorry?

Because I'm not?

Tanya Denali-Cullen? Does that ring any guilty bells for ya?

Hey, I didn't say it was right not to be sorry ….

I knew I cheated on my wife. I also knew I had never cheated before, that that was not the man I was raised to be. Obviously, I knew I should be feeling like shit right about now … but I didn't. I couldn't regret it and I couldn't explain it. In that moment, I honestly had no guilt over my actions. I couldn't say I wouldn't at some point, but right then and there, regret and guilt were the last emotions on my mind.

What I couldn't seem to get out of my mind was, why that complete stranger felt more familiar than my own wife. Why she felt as if she fit along my body more perfectly than the woman I pledged to spend my life with. It was as if where I ended, she began … like she was an extension of me. Or, why I was more concerned with hurting the girl I'd only just met, than the well-being of my spouse.

I honestly hated that I was deceiving Bella. I actually had multiple inner debates with myself last night on whether or not to tell her, but in the end, I opted not to. Why you ask? Because I'm a selfish motherfucker and I wasn't about to take a chance she'd be the good-girl I knew she was.

Most good girls aren't strippers, Edward.

Awe, can it. She was a good girl, and most good girls didn't fuck married men. So I decided I wasn't going to tell her anything that could have possibly changed her mind last night.

Nope. Sorry. Just wasn't gonna happen.

I was still undecided.

I felt Bella start to stir in my arms, and I suddenly had a really weird feeling in the pit of my stomach.

Huh, this must be what it feels like to have butterflies in your stomach, I thought wrapping her tighter in my arms.

She stretched slightly, her tight little ass rubbing against my morning wood.

I couldn't help the moan that escaped, or the knee jerk reaction that caused me to pull her closer and thrust my cock against her ass, but when she moaned, arched her back, and effectively thrust her ass back against my erection, the need and want … the fucking pull I felt the night before, returned full force.

I pulled her flush against me and rolled her more onto her stomach, my cock coming to rest right between her legs. I thrusted my hips forward, gliding my cock between her wet folds, coating it in her juices over and over again while my lips nipped and sucked at every inch of skin I could reach.

Slowly, I brought my hands to her tits and started groping the fuck out of them. It didn't take long for her whimpers, and the occasional moan, to fill the room. Then I remembered she seemed to like it when I paid special attention to her nips, so I started rolling them both between my thumb and forefingers, occasionally pinching and tugging on them, causing them to stand at full salute.

She was in a constant whimper or moan as I continued to coat my dick with her delicious juices, my mouth sucking ruthlessly on her neck, while my hands went on groping the shit out of her breasts. I knew there was probably going to be a mark on her neck, but I really didn't care.

"Edward …" she whimpered, thrusting her ass back to meet my groin. My only response was a groan against her neck—okay, maybe it was grunt. "Please?" she pleaded.

Who the fuck could say no to that? Sure the fuck not me!

I shifted both of us slightly, and guided my cock into my fucking paradise.

What? She's so fucking hot and wet, it might as well be fucking paradise. One designed and created just for me.

I believe we both may have moaned when I was completely seated inside her.

"Fuck," I groaned against her shoulder blade. "You are sooo fucking tight."

I pulled back until just the head was incased, and then thrust back into her. She moaned, so I repeated my action, she moaned again, only this time she pushed her ass against me, meeting my thrust forward, creating a delicious slapping sound as her skin met mine.

"You like that?" I taunted, slamming into her.

"Ohhh," she moaned. "Yes … fuck!"

"Come here," I instructed, pulling her hips up, my cock continuing to thrust into her. "Get on your knees … put your hands on the wall." I helped pull her up to her knees, holding her hips as she brought her hands to the wall, my cock still inside of her. "Brace yourself."

Once she situated herself against the wall, I brought my right hand up to cover hers and started moving my cock inside of her. I turned her face to me, and attached my lips to hers, it didn't take but a second for the kiss to become heated, and before long, my mouth was catching whimper after whimper.

Bella broke the kiss gasping for air. "Ohhh, Gooodddd …."

"Shit, baby," I grunted, bringing my hands back to her breasts, roughly groping them.

"Fuuuuuck," she groaned, arching her back.

I pinched her nipples, and she came screaming my name, effectively milking my cock for everything I had as well. We both collapsed to the bed, panting, and gasping for air.

"Good thing I don't work tonight," she laughed, struggling to catch her breath. "My legs just went on strike."

"You don't work tonight?" I asked through my own struggles. She shook her head no, sitting up against the headboard.

"Well damn, whatever will I do with myself tonight?" I asked, copying her actions.

She giggled, and it was the most beautiful sound I had ever heard in my entire life. "I'm sure you can find something to do …" she retorted. "When do you go back to Boston?"

That's funny, I don't remember telling her I was from Boston.

"When did I tell you I was from Boston?" I asked, turning to look at her.

She met my eyes for a second, and then quickly looked away. "Oh, um … you didn't. Your friend James did … he, um … also told me your last name was Cullen?"

Oh, goody, goody gumdrops, I thought, ready to kill my friend. Seriously, what the fuck was he thinking?

"Are you mad?" she asked, pulling the sheet tighter around her chest.

Why do girls always do that? I mean, come on we just finished fucking!

I gently grabbed her chin so I could see her eyes. "Not at you."

She narrowed her eyes at me, first in what appeared to be confusion, but it quickly shifted to anger. "Why are you mad at him?" she hissed. "Didn't you want me to know who you were … or where you were from?"

"Um…" I started to say, but then cut myself off.

Yeah smart-ass, whatcha gotta say now?

She started shuffling away from me, trying to get off the bed, and I panicked. I couldn't let her leave. I knew if she left now, I would never see her again. Just the thought of never seeing Bella again, hurt like fucking hell—it made me feel empty. Like if she left, she'd be taking my heart with her.

Though I'd gladly let her take it, I didn't want her to leave, not yet … maybe not ever.

I grabbed her wrist the moment her feet touched the floor. "Please don't."

She stopped and turned to look at me. "Why didn't you want me to know who you were?" she asked, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth.

I sighed, letting her arm drop to the bed. "It's not that I didn't want you to know who I was, I just …. What exactly did James tell you?"

I assumed he didn't tell her I was married, considering she was still there, but I guess you never know. I mean she didn't seem like the kind of girl that would have a one-night stand with a married man, but she didn't really seem like the kind of girl to have a one-night stand, period.

"He didn't really tell me anything," she said scooting back against the headboard. "He just confirmed what you said about the hotel and his name. Then Vicky told him if I was leaving with you she at least wanted the basics on you …. He said your last name was Cullen, and … thenwhenIGoogledyouafterward , Ifoundoutyouwerefrom Boston … that's pretty much it."

It was my turn to narrow my eyes at her. Huh? What did she just say? "Pretty much?"

"Yeah …" she hesitated, pulling her bottom lip between her teeth, again. It appeared she got squirmy when she was nervous.

"Yeah…?" I prompted her to continue.

"Fine," she huffed. "He said that you were the CEO, or something like that, of Cullen Oil …. I may have Googled it on my cell phone …. You know, just to see if he was indeed telling me the truth." She shrugged a bit at the end.

Seriously, what the fuck was he thinking? Yes, he knew me, and he knew I'd never once cheated nor had I ever thought about it, but fuck! I had just asked a fuck hot girl to join me at the fucking Playboy Penthouse at the Palms. A girl that every one of those bastards swore was under age.

Fucking, Idiot.

"Okay …" I sighed, tugging at my hair.

Was I ready to tell her the truth?

"You don't have to—"

"No," I interrupted shaking my head. "It's okay. Yes, my last name is Cullen and I am from Boston. I do work for, well … okay, this is a really long ass, confusing as fuck, story, so I'm just gonna sum it up real quick for you, okay?" She nodded in agreement, so I went on, "My Great Grandfather Cullen founded Cullen Oil and it's been family owned and operated ever since. I have vested interest in Cullen Oil, and I am apart of day to day operations, but I am not CEO of Cullen Oil, I—"

"Okay," she interjected with a shrug. "I don't—"

"I know," I interrupted with a smile. "But I wasn't done."

"Oh, sorry." She blushed that fucking shade of pink again, and it took every bit of my self-control to keep me from throwing her down on the bed, and having my way with her, again.

I'm not sure what possessed me to do it, but I leaned forward and kissed her nose. "It's okay … so where was I?"

"You're not the CEO of Cullen Oil?" She smiled sheepishly.

"Yes." I smiled. "I haven't actually worked at Cullen Oil all that long to be honest. I've only been there about a year. When I was fifteen, I started working for my mom's dad, my Grandpa Masen, at Masen Industries … well, long story short, I inherited Masen Industries when I was nineteen and about a year ago, we merged Cullen Oil and Masen Industries … it wasn't that I didn't want you to—"

"I get it, Edward," she interrupted. "I mean, it doesn't take a genius to figure out you're wealthy …. I figured that part out at the club. I don't generally have people offering me five grand for a private show … I'm not after you're money, Edward. I could care less if you even pay me." She face palmed her forehead. "I can't believe I just said that! My rent is due in a few days," she muttered under her breath so quietly I had to force myself to hear it.

I smiled, pulling her into my arms. "I know you're not. I wouldn't have told you what I just told you if I thought you were. I knew when I asked you to leave with me that that wasn't you, but James didn't know that … he knows how careful—"

"He probably just wanted to get rid of me," she interrupted, again. "He was really enjoying his lap dance when I interrupted."

"Still—" A knock at the door cut me off.

"Yeah?!" I yelled, looking toward the door.

"Hey, man," James yelled from the other side. "You, uh, decent?"

I looked to Bella, first to see if she was completely covered from the pervert's wandering eye, and second, to make sure it was okay I let him in. She smiled and nodded her head.

"Yeah man," I yelled back. As soon as the words left my mouth, I mentally kicked myself in the fucking balls. I was sitting in a bed that was big enough to sleep ten, fucking naked as they came, and cuddling a woman that was not my fucking wife.

Idiot!

James opened the door and I could see Jasper standing behind him, he appeared to be shaking his head, but he definitely had a smile on his face. Jasper didn't like Tanya, and we've been friends since we were five, plus he's married to my sister, so I knew my secret was safe with him. He'd never tell anyone—except maybe Alice—still good though.

James just stopped short, looking first to me, and then to Bella briefly, before returning to me. He shook his head, he too had a smile on his face. "I was just gonna ask if you knew where Bella might have gone when she left last night …." He coughed, trying to cover his laugh, before turning his attention back to Bella. "Victoria has been trying to call you …. I'll let her know you're fine."

"Oh, um, okay?" she mumbled. I looked over to Bella, her face was as red as a fucking tomato, and she had the sheet pulled clear up to her chin. I couldn't help the chuckle that I released; she was way to fucking cute.

"Okay …." James said, and I turned my attention back to him. "Then I'll, um, just leave you two to it then." He coughed a couple times, again trying to hold in his laughter, but I could hear it, and I could definitely see the smile on his face as he shook his head, turning toward the door.

I glanced up and noticed not just Jasper standing there shaking his fucking head, but Peter, Paul, and Mary where standing there with the same fucking smile on their shaking heads.

Bastards!

"Hey, um … James?" Bella squeaked just as James was about to close the door. He stopped, turning around to look at her. "Did Vicky say why she'd been calling me? I mean is she okay…?"

"Oh, she's fine." James smirked. "She—"

"Bella?" Victoria, I remembered her from last night, screeched coming up behind James. "Girl, what did you do?" I narrowed my eyes at James and he shook his head slightly, I hope silently telling me he hadn't said anything.

Bella squirmed a bit, looking to me, and then back to Victoria. "Um, I—"

Victoria started laughing. "I am so messing with you … but seriously, you decide to stay out all night and don't call anyone? I mean, I kinda figured this was where you were, but poor Ang has been beside herself all night … she thinks you're going to bail on dress shopping. I, of course, told her Bella would never do that. I'm heading home now if you need a ride."

I really didn't want her to leave, but it sounded like she had plans, and as much as I'd love for her to cancel those plans and stay here with me, I knew that wasn't possible. I too had previous obligations I couldn't get out of.

"Yeah, um…" Bella hesitated, looking at me, and then back to Victoria. She seemed to be having the same inner struggle as I. "Give me a minute?" she finally asked, her bottom lip tucked securely between her teeth.

Victoria nodded and left the room with James, closing the door behind them.

Bella turned to look at me, her lip still tucked between her teeth. "You, um … you didn't tell me when you're going back to Boston?"

"Tomorrow," I supplied softly, releasing her lip with my thumb. She nodded, but didn't say anything.

"We could get together tonight?" I finally said. "I mean if you don't—"

"That'd be great," she interrupted with a smile.

And because smiles truly were contagious, I smiled back. "How 'bout I call you about eight?"

She nodded that gorgeous head in agreement, and then moved to climb off the bed. Suddenly, she stopped, she seemed to be having some sort of internal debate. I was about to ask her what was wrong when she shook her head and dropped the sheet.

I couldn't help the chuckle that escaped as she stood from the bed.

She whipped around to look at me, her tits bouncing all over the place. "What's so funny?" she asked, her hand on her jutted out hip.

"Nothing," I laughed, climbing out of bed.

Bella huffed, crossing her arms over her chest. "You laughed, obviously something was funny … or do you have some sort of laughing disorder that I'm not aware of?"

I crossed the room, placing my hands on her bare hips. "I was laughing because you seemed to be having a serious debate with yourself over whether or not you wanted me to see you naked …. I found it funny, considering I've seen every inch of your body up close and personal."

"Which is why I dropped the sheet," she retorted with a smirk, her arms still crossed over her chest.

"You know you're cute as fuck, when you're trying to be mad," I informed, a smirk of my own covering my face.

I pulled her arms from her chest, wrapping them around my middle before tangling my hands in her hair, pulling her head back so she was looking up at me. I couldn't help the warmth that flooded through me when she tightened her grip, pulling me closer. I brought my lips to hers and she eagerly returned the kiss.

I broke the kiss and rested my forehead against hers. "You better get dressed," I reluctantly whispered. I didn't want to let her go, and I most certainly didn't want her to get dressed, but I knew keeping her there, with me, wasn't an option.

"Yeah," she sighed stepping back. She squealed when I pulled her back to me and planted a lingering kiss on her lips.

"Now, you can get dressed." I smirked, letting her go. She shook her head and bent over to pick up her underwear, giving me an excellent view of her pert, little ass.

"I'm surprised she hasn't pounded on the door yet," she stated, standing back up straight. "She's not a patient person."

I laughed, pulling on my shorts. "Oh, if I know James, he's got her otherwise distracted."

Once we finished dressing, she seemed to have that nervousness back. She stood in the center of the room, chewing on her lip, seemingly unsure of what to do next. So, I pulled her into my arms, and asked, "I'll see you tonight?"

She smiled and nodded.

"It'd probably help if I got your number, huh?" I laughed, letting her go.

"Yeah, I mean if you really wanna see me tonight …" she answered sheepishly, purposely letting it trail off there, I'm sure.

I grabbed my cell. "Okay, what is it?" She rattled off her number and I programmed it into my phone before we headed toward the door.

I pulled her to me once we reached the door, bringing my lips to hers. She whimpered in my mouth, and wrapped her arms around my neck, deepening the kiss. I moaned, pushing her into the door, nipping and sucking at her lips, my tongue caressing hers.

We both pulled away panting, gasping for air. I placed another kiss on her lips, and then opened the door. Even though she refused the five grand, I made sure to give Victoria enough money to cover her rent. I mean, it was partly my fault she wasn't able to make enough, considering I stole her early. It was the least I could do for my private dance … I made sure to consider everything else that happened as extra.

The moment I closed the door behind Bella, I heard "DUDE!" shouted from every direction. I knew what they wanted … first, they're going to want details ….

Yeah, men liked details too, especially when the chick was as fucking hot as Bella was!

Then they'd want to know what the fuck I was thinking.

"Edward!" Jasper bellowed, all laughing aside. "What the hell? You slept with a Vegas stripper, dude." He lifted the hand that my wedding band should have resided on. "Wow, dude. I never …."

"Eddie, man," James said, laughing as he clapped me on the back. "I must admit, I didn't think you had it in ya …. I honestly didn't think you'd go through with the lap dance, let alone …" he trailed off there for a moment, but then went on, "So, how was she? I pictured—"

I rounded on James. "Do not finish that statement!" I spit.

James laughed, holding his hands up in surrender. "Message received loud and clear, man."

"Seriously, Edward," Jake said, bringing my attention to him. "This ain't you. What the hell happened last night? You weren't even drinking." I sighed, pulling my hand through my hair.

"Here," Paul said, handing me a beer. I nodded in appreciation and took the beer. I twisted off the cap and tossed it in the sink on my way to the couch. My head was fucking pounding all of a sudden.

I drank pretty much the entire beer in one long pull before I said anything. "I don't know what the fuck happened …" I groaned, pulling at my hair, again. "It was like the moment we walked into that fucking club, I saw her, and I couldn't think of anything but her. It was as if I knew in the back of my mind that what I was doing was wrong, but it felt so fucking right …. Jesus, I sound like a fucking chick!"

Nobody said anything for the longest time, but Mary, Paul's wife, was the first to break the deafening silence. "So, are you going to see her again?" she asked, staring intently at me.

"Uh, no?" I replied, fully aware it came out as more of a question. I couldn't very well tell them I had every intention of seeing her again that night.

"Why does that sound like a question?" she asked, her hand on her hip.

"Fuck, I don't know," I hissed, pulling my hand through my hair. "No, Mary, I'm not going to see her again. Are you going to tell Tanya?" Tanya and Mary were friends, but Mary didn't usually go against Paul, and Paul was one of my oldest friends … who hated Tanya. Imagine that.

She stared at me for a while before looking to her husband. She sighed, bringing her attention back to me. "No. As long as you promise not to see her again. I'll keep your dirty little secret, but if you see her again, I am telling Tanya, Edward." I looked to Paul, and he seemed to be agreeing with his wife, so I nodded in agreement.

"Fuck, man," James boomed, bringing my attention back to him. "You know, bro's before ho's …we got your back!" I was about to voice my appreciation, but then he went on, "But, I, uh, agree with Mary …. I still wouldn't tell her, but I wouldn't suggest seeing her again …" Everyone unanimously agreed.

Now all I had to do was figure out a way of seeing Bella, without getting caught.

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