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Chapter 2, "First Meeting"

Kate was pacing around in the salon by the time I arrived. I had been stuck in traffic and was 10 minutes late. That stupid honker just was too busy receiving a blow job to notice that the fucking lights had already changed from yellow to red. After that, I got stuck again when a grandma came out of nowhere, leading a group of toddlers to the park. Seriously, who asked her to lead? I was surprised the kids hadn't fallen asleep by the time the old lady ended the call from her "Joey" and started walking again.

Oh boy, listening to how the grandma promised Joey that "You better be prepared cuz' I'm gonna be jumpin' your bones when ya get back home and might I remind ya, the dildo broke, you might wanna bring a new one!"

Well, that was just purely creepy, imagining that grandma getting her freak on was just terrifying. I will never be able to remove the image from my mind right now. Well, as it is said these days, TMI, TMI. These two traffic hang-ups lead to the bridezilla standing in front of me, pacing and shouting and glancing every 30 seconds at me and mouthing "My wedding is ruined."

"Calm down, Kate. I'm sure Bella can dress up and have her make-up and hair done real quick." Alice said while shooting me a deathly glare. She pointed to the changing room and I stuck my tongue out at her.

Kate noticed, of course.

If looks could kill, I'd probably be in my grave with my funeral happening right now.

"Fine, fine. I was just joking. And Kate, you'll just love my bridesmaid dress! It's awesome!"

"Yeah, yeah. I bet it could look even more awesome when you're wearing it. Now get your heavy ass in the changing room." Rosalie says nonchalantly. She's already drunk. I sigh, knowing fully well why.

Rosalie's boyfriend, more like fiance, left her high and dry just last month. She caught him fucking her sister in her bed when Rose came to visit her. Rose was so angry...well let's just say their relationship is tender. Very tender at the moment, to be exact. Rose broke up with Royce and moved out of his apartment and bought a new one for herself. Apparently, Rose also was a little bit dramatic.

A bit too much dramatic.

Apparently, Rose left Royce's apartment after kneeing him in the junk and calling his mom to say that he was a 'son of a bitch'. Then she dialed his father's number and cried buckets while explaining to him that Royce was just too much hard on her and abused her. And then Rose sold the engagement ring and bought her platinum, floor-length, off-the-shoulder bridesmaid dress with one slit on her left side. She looks fucking gorgeous. Always has.

Since the inevitable day, Rosalie has spent each night in a local club, getting herself drunk as fuck while Ali and I wait outside until she's ready to pass out and then she stays the night at my or Alice's place.

Yeah, she's drunk again. And with her wandering eyes, I assume she's once again looking for a hot one-night stand.

I sighed again and quickly dressed up while the attendant did my hair and make-up. After getting pampered and primed properly, I checked myself out in front the floor-length mirror.

I looked fabulous.

"Oh my god! You bitch, you look glamorous!" The trio (Ali, Rose and Kate) shrieked in unison.

I did.

In my sapphire blue sequined and metallic, one-shoulder, floor-length dress, with slit on my both sides, I looked like I'dd just stepped from the cover of Cosmo. Well, I had my reasons.

"You too, Ali. You and Rose look beautiful. And let's not forget that the bride is just stunning."

It was true. Alice looked absolutely astonishing in her silver metallic top and her silk floor-length skirt, with beaded diamond neckline bridesmaid dress.

"Aww...Thank you, Bella." Kate squealed loudly and within seconds, she was back to her old "I'm getting married today!" happy self. I was happy. I was happy for all of them. And I'm currently still a slut.

The previous topic once again leads me to the fact that after walking down the aisle, stared at by a mysterious pair of green eyes, I'm watching all the hotties getting snatched up by annoying bimbo cousins of mine until there's one left.

And it's the green eyes I couldn't see him properly before because a large burly, broad-shouldered man was hiding him. I can now.

And I'm stunned, rendered utterly speechless. Hell, he's hot. Like smokin' hot.

Green eyes, perfect cheekbones, chiseled jaw, a suit tailored perfectly to his muscular and lean but strong physique, full smug pink lips and hair...

Oh My God, the hair.

His hair is a disarray and beautiful mess of bronze, with golden streaks through them and sticking up, making him look like he's been properly fucked.

And then his eyes fall on mine and we are just staring at each other in an intense way and suddenly I'm jolted awake by a powerful electric current, almost like a spark, small but having power.

And then he makes his way towards me.

"Hello, beautiful." His voice is like a velvety voice, the one you expect to hear in heaven by an angel. He sounds sexy but gentlemanly at the same time.

"Hello, handsome." I reply, feeling bold. Nobody has ever made me speechless like the hottie with a powerful gaze standing right in front of me is.

"So what's the name to this undeniably hot woman?"

"Isabella Swan. Bella, like I prefer it to be. And what's yours?"

"Edward. Just Edward. No Eddie, or Ed like those irritating cousins of yours are calling me."

I laugh and once again, we are trapped in another lust-filled, intense stare-off. He reaches out to grab my hips and his touch is like a drug to me. I want to get more, I need to get more. He's like my own brand of Xanax pill. Without him, I'm like a pile of jell-o. His touch makes me squirm and wriggle and do all the things that I never dreamed of doing in a man's presence. Although his hands are on my hips, a layer of clothing still blocking our bare skin, I feel it in my whole body.

I place my hands on his broad shoulders and a hiss leaves his mouth as he closes his eyes and tightens his grip on me, making it painful but I barely notice. I'm too captured by his reaction, happiness in my heart that he feels the same way. I feel powerful at once that I'm the only one who can make him feel that way.

Only one? Get yourself together, Swan.

He leans in and I think he's going to kiss me but then his breath moves from my lips to fan over my earlobe as he mumbles sexily and huskily, "I would give anything to fuck you right now against the wall in the ladies room. Would you like it too? Hmm...my cock pounding into you countless times until you clench your walls tightly around me and come, screaming my name."

And by this sentence, I am beyond outraged on his forwardness. I mean, I do have one-night stands, but they are not so quick like this. This man is just throwing himself on me. And he thinks just because his good looks make me feel what no other man has made my body feel ever before, I will just agree and let him fuck me like a wild bear.

Clearly he is deluded.

So I do the one and only thing that I did only once before at my college graduation to my finance professor ( A total Hottie) who tried to coax me into butt sex in the storage room.

I punch Edward in his pretty face.

And then drunk after having 8 shots and 3 glasses of champagne, I pour my shot all over his head and squeeze my lime in his hair while shaking the salt-shaker on top him curled up on the ground, hands covering his bleeding nose.

As I was standing in the dark hallway behind the wedding and the party, nobody sees my little overly dramatic temper tantrum.

As I turn to walk away, he grabs my arm and stands up, immediately pinning me to the wall and slamming his lips onto mine. The kiss was forceful and angry but I needed more, I craved more. Our tongues played around in their own little fight with each other, as both our mouth struggled to get dominance.

Panting for breath, we tore away, fixing each other with a hateful and lustful glare before he grabbed my waist and whispered huskily, enveloping me in his manly scent.

"Just wait until I get my hands on you. And I warn you, it will be pretty soon. Payback's a bitch, Swan. When I take my revenge from you, you'll be burning from the desire to want me. And then I'll make you beg me for taking you and making you come with my fingers or getting you off with my fingers or on my cock."

And then as quick as he got up, he was gone.

One thing he made sure to implant in my mind:

I was already burning with the desire and want to take him.

EPOV

What the fuck? Is that bitch for sure? Does she know who I am? Will she let me have sex with her after an apology? Maybe angry sex is her department.

I am still regretting the decision when Carlisle and I signed the project of co-working with Isabella Swan. Regardless of how she left me in the bathroom now, wiping my nose and taking a shower up in my suite, I still want her. The idea of her wet pussy, clenching around me was fucking erotic.

I was a crazy asshole. I had vowed to never do this shit again.

But my resolve was breaking by the brunette, brown-eyed beauty.

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