Chapter 4,
Hey guys! So I admit it took me longer to update this time but you have to remember that I have lots of work to do when I'm not writing. And I'm really, really sorry! So this will be the fourth chapter. Many thanks to Pinklady34 and all the people who have followed and made this story a favorite! I need more reviews as I want to get this story in a community...so if you can then I'll be thankful. And I know, Pinklady34 said that in the 3rd chapter, that was a very intense first meeting but I assure you, the rest is very intense.
With that said, let's move on.
EPOV
As I drove my way to my house, with no blonde on my arm sadly, I couldn't help but think that Bella Swan might just be the death of me.
God I wanted her. So much that I was currently leaking in my dress pants with my cock oozing pre-cum. I should have taken her there, and at that precise moment. The wall should've been quite well.
But there was also something else about her. The fire in her eyes, the boldness in her voice and her attitude! She was like a drug that had all my preferences and no matter how much I consumed it, it was never enough. God, there was something in the way her body reacted at me and the fact that she was the first woman alive to refuse my advances. Maybe I should date her.
What the fuck? No, just simply no. Don't even think about going there.
Get a grip on yourself. You don't do the love thing. She's just another pretty hooker who just wanted to save the remains of her self-esteem. She would just break my heart like her. The woman I loathed to this day.
Yes, Isabella was just another big-titted woman who probably would've moved on to the next piece of money and wealth.
But no, even deep down I knew that she just wasn't some gal with big boobs. No, the way she held herself, it looked like she was a nice and beautiful woman.
My mind battling my cock. Wow, a syndrome of being crazy. Good to know. Still Driving, I was about to lose myself in another fantasy of Bella's head bobbing up and down on my—
Ring Ring Ring Ring!
Who the fuck was that, interrupting my lovely fantasy of Bella's warm—
Ring! Ring!
Fuck you.
Grumbling, I picked up my cell, waiting for the bastard or the bitch to speak.
"Edward? Where are you, honey? The wedding is just getting wrapped up and you just left. Did you know how worried your dad and I are? We were going to introduce you to Charlie Swan and his daughter, Isabella, remember?"
Oh shit. Maybe not the bitch.
Isabella, huh? Maybe she was...No, she can't be.
"Hello, mom. I just had an instant headache and I decided to call it a night. I'm sorry; I didn't mean to frighten you and dad. Yeah, about the meeting; can we do it tomorrow? I'm really tired."
"Of course, honey. How are you? It's nothing serious, is it?" My mother always worried about me. It sometime annoyed the shit out of me but I soon got used of it. Taking care of even the littlest things, she showed me her love.
"No, I'm fine. It's just a minor ache. I'll be at the office at 9, okay?" Although I wasn't really tired, I wanted to hit the sack early. Blue balls weren't a common thing for me. In fact, this was the first time I was suffering from it. And I had Bella to thank for it. Although I knew she didn't recognize, she soon would and would be surprised. I already saw her on the television and wanted her immediately as she performed with her best friends on special occasions for her corporate. Her company also deals with music and movie productions and she had an angelic voice so she and her friends were put to the task of growing the company in the field of music. So apart from being an awesome and powerful CEO, she was also a singer. And a very famous one at that.
"Sure, honey, just make sure to arrive a little bit earlier. We have some things to discuss, okay?"
I had no idea of what they were going to discuss as I was already experienced in my position as CEO but I guess it was urgent by the tone of my mother.
"Okay. So I'll see ya tomorrow. Bye!" I snapped my cell phone shut and continued to head down towards my street.
As I entered my house, a sudden envelope caught my attention. A white envelope was hanging by a thread from my ceiling lamp. I had fitted nails into its bars so that I could hang the letters from the previous whores I had bedded from it.
I quickly recognized the writing of my cousin, Jasper. Apart from Emmett, he was my best friend. In fact, the three of us were inseparable. We were friends from the age of 5 when Jasper first shoved me for a cookie. I shoved him back and then we rolled around on the ground, laughing.
The letter said,
Hey man. You know I arrived at the wedding late and I had to be excused because the department of finance needed me.
Jasper was the director of finance and his job was a very important one. Things were very messy at his office because our company had just signed a number of projects—concerning our hotels, our cars and our restaurants in Europe—and the financial rates were moving up so fast that Jasper's presence was almost 24/7 these days.
I have a favor to ask, man. I met this woman named Alice at the wedding and she was just awesome and alluring and sexy and...well you wouldn't want the details. ;) Well, in my haphazard way to reach the office, I didn't catch her number. Her friend is the CEO you're merging with, Isabella Swan, right? Please, can you ask Alice's number from her? I'm really busy and won't be able to get out from the office until 4:00 am. You can get her number from the card in your merging contract.
Thanks, man. I owe you one.
Jasper Whitlock.
AH...Of course, Alice Brandon, owner of Swan Fashions. Swan Fashions was the incredibly large department of Swan Corporate. Yes, I never knew that a corporation could be this big.
Isabella Swan was a force to be reckoned with.
She was also one of her band's lead singers along with Bella herself.
Again, Bella Bella Bella.
I shook off her trance and walked to my office. I pulled out the contract of our projects and the card from inside.
Isabella Swan. CEO of Swan Corporations.
Email: Isabellaswan
Contact: +62 344923701
Office: New York, Milan, Paris and LA.
Of course, she has the most offices. I have 3 but she apparently has to have 4.
Well, she has a company that covers Hotels, Restaurants, Spas, Fashion brands, and Movie Productions along with Music.
I dialed her number and waited for her to pick up.
"Hello? Bella Swan here. What can I do for you?" She sounded slightly out of breath. And then I heard a mumbled, "Come back to bed, baby."
And immediately I saw red. How could she, after that kiss? I thought I conveyed how much I want her and how I will even go to the ends of the earth for having her.
"Edward Cullen. I need something." I said through gritted teeth.
"Oh, it's the asshole. Apparently, I'm busy, Mr. Cock-face. Maybe later." She snapped.
Oh, so this was how she wanted to play. No problem.
"I'm sorry; bitch, to interrupt your fucking but I need Alice's number for my friend, Jasper. If you could give it to me, I would be pleased to get out of your nasty hair."
She growled and I heard her shuffling around, probably to find Alice's number. Just to tempt her (And maybe make her jealous, a little bit), I cover the mouth piece and walk over to my IPod to put Enrique Iglesias's "Tonight I'm loving you". And because I'm a sick bastard, I skip to the part where a girl is breathing heavily and moaning. And then I uncover the mouth piece and turn up the volume.
Yeah, I know. I'm going to hell officially for wanting to screw my 2nd boss's daughter.
Bella is suddenly quiet and then I hear her breathing heavily too.
Then she quietly whispers, "Nice trick to bang your whore against the wall and talking to me but we'll see who is moaning when my tight pussy clenches around you."
Holy Fuck. Mother of Jesus.
"If that happens. Because my tight pussy is wet but I will not let your stupid face cover it."
Sweet mother of Jesus. Holy fucking shit!
"Bella? Are you there? I need that number." My voice sounds sultry but not because I'm fucking someone. It's because of the image Bella's words caused me to imagine. But she doesn't know that. So she'll probably blame it to the fact that I'm banging some chick against the wall.
"Yeah? Oh, here it is. Write it down. +62 54472790." Her voice sounds raspy and I'm betting it's because she also imagined that image.
"Thanks...I'll see you...soon." I quickly realized I was about to say 'tomorrow' but I decided to save the surprise and the gasping for tomorrow.
"I won't. And I don't want to. Ever." She snapped, returning to her bitchy self again.
"Fine. Whatever, Bitch." And then I hang up. And then I realize something as I palm my cock and groan (Painfully though), walking towards the bathroom.
Blue Balls are very dangerous. And they hurt like hell.
BPOV
What was his problem? Did he think I was that stupid? That I won't recognize the moaning part of 'Tonight I'm loving you'?
Well...My sentence served him right. Except that I wasn't going to give my body to him. And I won't be as hell meeting him again. He can implant that surely and firmly in his head. If he has one.
But my need and desire for him, couldn't be removed even from the blonde guy in the next room.
Back at the reception, in a hurry, I helped wrap up the wedding and headed straight to the most upscale club in town for tequila shots.
Not even 15 minutes later, a guy named "James" approached me and took me to his house. A pretty decent fuck until Edward called me.
And ruined my night.
"Hey, Bella baby, you coming?" James called from inside the room.
I entered the room and let James fuck me against a wall. And I moaned and breathed heavily. I even fisted my hands in his hair and responded his kisses and thrusts with my hips.
All while thinking about Edward instead of the blonde guy whose name I have forgotten now due to the immense hangover I have the morning after, driving back to my house.
Oh well...No Glove, No Love.
But the hangover I had was nothing compared to the surprise I felt when I checked my phone and saw the text from a certain green-eyed hottie.
A very certain green-eyed hottie.
Namely Edward.
Hey baby, I hope you're having a great morning.
I'm not. :P
I'm currently diagnosed with blue balls because of the thoughts of your pussy clenching around me and you orgasming loudly inside me while I pound into you harder and harder all the while you scream my name and fist your fingers in my hair and I slap your ass and pull your hair and make you come over and over and over again...
Well, Hello! Isabella. ;)
I hope you enjoy your day.
The weather is very good, might I add. J
Motherfucking goddamned shit.
This Edward needs to be taken care of. And I think I can be just the perfect person for that job.
But right now, I have a case of my pussy throbbing painfully. Well shit, he just made me aroused again. I know I want him but I can't help but think that he's ill-mannered and obviously a man-whore.
Not that I'm complaining.
But I have to admit, that message was so fucking erotic, it made me orgasm loudly in the bathroom. I came harder than I've ever came before.
Ring ring.
My hand was still on my pussy when the phone rang. Who the fuck is it? Can't they see that I'm remembering his lips, his fingers, his everything?
Ring ring.
Fucker.
I picked up the phone to snap at whoever was ruining my fantasies.
I'm immensely glad I didn't.
"Isabella? Is that you? What took you so long to answer? I've been calling for hours!" My dad's voice barked over the speaker.
Ok, so maybe not the fucker.
I take a deep and calming breath and reply, hoping that he doesn't notice my breathy and sultry voice from just orgasming three times.
"Hey Dad, it's me. Yeah, I just slept in so I probably didn't hear you calling. Sorry. So, why did you call?"
"Oh yeah, no problem. So I wanted to just remind you that we have the Cullen's meeting today. They're meeting us at our hotel, Marriot, the one in Venice, remember?"
He speaks as if I just didn't launch its publicity 2 months ago.
"Yes dad, I do remember. I was talking to you about its marketing rates last week, remember?"
"Yeah so apparently, the missus of Carlisle was there already for her charity projects so we agreed to fly there. Edward Cullen and Jasper Cullen and Emmett Cullen are also going to be there. You remember, Edward? The one who was talking to you last night. Might I add, you two looked wonderful."
I drop the phone and fall down to the floor. I don't care if I'm in the bathroom and I'm currently dripping wet on my carpet.
I am on the floor, pathetic.
My dad, screaming on the other line, worried.
I am seeing his lips on mine, again...pathetic.
It's Edward. Edward Cullen.
My fantasy invader. My already favorite kisser.
The one guy, whose fingers I was orgasming to.
I pick up the phone and reply, "Ok dad I'll be there."
"You gave me a shock there! What in the world happened? I heard you screaming. Is there a burglar in your house? A thief? Isabella, do I need to get there as fast as I can?"
I screamed? A thief? Burglar? No, just a green-eyed hot guy who will be working with me and torturing me by telling me things every day with those gorgeous and sinned lips and I will be getting off every night to—
Yeah, I am messed up.
"Bella?!"
"Yes dad, I'm here. No thief, no burglar, nothing. I'm tired and I want to go get a cup of coffee. You know I need my caffeine. I'll see you later."
"Ok Bells...be careful. You know, this old man of yours gets worried. Take care; see you later, because I'm already on our private plane. I'll have Felix pick you up at noon. Good bye."
I hang up and drop the phone again.
I'm going to be working with him for 8 months for the new hotel. The realization hits me pretty hard.
Motherfucking goddamned shit.
Could this day get any worse? Probably not.
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