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Chapter 11, Trick or Treat
BPOV
"Oh Rose! I'm seriously smitten. I'm in deep smit right now."
I arrived at what was becoming a regular spot, Spice Market, before anyone else. I did the responsible thing and ordered us a round of lychee martinis. As if on cue, Rose arrived with the waiter carrying the drinks.
"Tell me everything," she squealed.
So I did. I told her about Edward, about his scars. I told her about him saving me, I told her about the ice cream and the Sixteen Candles moment. I told her about our fight. I told her about being with him after... and the following morning. I told her about how protective he was of me and how he called me his girl.
"And it's not like I can forget about the scars, they're a part of him, but they just don't matter, Rose."
"Has he told how he got them yet?"
"No. I won't push either. He'll tell me in his own time."
"So when do I get to meet him?"
"I don't know, when do I get to meet Emmett?"
"We should do a thing together."
I laughed.
"What does this thing entail?"
"Dinner or movie or theater or a picnic. You know all that couple stuff."
"Maybe. It's difficult for Edward though; he doesn't get out much."
"Right, of course. How's that going to work Bella?"
"What do you mean?"
"Well... basically your saying he's a recluse and anti-social. So does that mean he'll never take you out to dinner? What about travel or movies. Hell, even just walks through the park?"
"I... I really don't know."
I really didn't. I hadn't thought that far. I was moving forward on instinct and emotion alone. But she was right. What about movies? Or travel even? I'd never left the country but that didn't mean I never wanted to see Paris some day. Or Fiji or the Alps.
"I mean, I'm not exactly Miss Social Life. And up until recently I was basically a homebody." I was working out the puzzle out loud. "Maybe... maybe not everything is going to be a possibility between us."
"You ok with that?"
"I'm not sure Rose. All I know is, when I'm with him, whether we're yelling or kissing, I don't feel so..."
I paused, knowing exactly what I wanted to say but not wanting to admit it.
"Yes?" she urged.
"So alone."
"Oh shit! You're not gonna tell me he completes you are you?"
I threw a chopstick at her.
"Bitch," she laughed and threw the chopstick back at me.
"Slut," I answered back, laughing just as hard.
"Cheese-ball," she barely got while throwing a napkin at me without much success.
"You... you... blonde!"
She looked at me mouth agape, trying very hard to seem offended and not bust out into laughter again. It wasn't working. A second later we were both in hysterics, grabbing our stomachs and trying very hard not to make the massive spectacle I knew we were making. We were coming down from our laughter induced high and were finally upright in our chairs again when the alien showed up.
"Whats so funny," Alice asked innocently.
Those three little words had us falling off our chairs with fits of giggles again for no reason whatsoever. Alice started laughing simply because we were and it took ages before we were able to calm the hell down. The laughter was fun while it lasted, though.
We ordered food and another round of drinks before we started talking business. Alice had already found us work tables and chairs, and Jasper had "a guy" who "hooked us up" with some computers. Some men have weed guys on speed dial, Jasper had tech guys. Alice was a dynamo, not that we didn't already know that, but apparently Jasper already had some mock-ups for our logo and would show us the following weekend. Since we had to go there anyway, we decided it was a good time to move our supplies and tools from our apartments to the work space.
"And as soon as we have the logo settled we can order business cards!"
"Have you thought about your title," Rose asked.
"Sure! Fairy godmother of course!"
"No seriously Alice," I answered.
"Oh please. This is your and Rosie's business not mine."
"What!"
"Excuse me," Rose and I said at the same time.
Rose motioned for me to handle that one.
"Alice, this wouldn't be a business without you. So yes, you're damn well part of this and you better come up with a friggin' title or else Rosie and I are putting 'annoying little alien' on your business cards!"
"Wow," Alice said simply. It made me smile - Edward had said "wow" earlier that morning when he woke up next to me. Must have been a family thing.
"Well?" Rose asked.
Alice snapped out of whatever stupor she was in and with perfect fanfare and flair said "Alice Whitlock, Vice President, Swan & Hale."
"Well Miss. VP, it's a pleasure to meet you!" Rose said as she saluted.
We ate, talked about the business and the next steps. When the noodles were done we dove into the tamarind chicken and I asked Alice about her wedding.
"So Alice, when are you and Jasper getting married?"
"I don't know! I just can't seem to make any decisions. I don't know where, or when. I don't even know what colors I want or anything!"
"Huh. You seem like the kind of girl who would have a file folder filled with wedding stuff."
"Bella, I do! That's the problem! I have like six different weddings that I want. Plus, do we have it in Texas or New York?"
"Texas?"
"Jasper's from Texas. Most of his family is there and most of mine is here. But then when we sit down to write a list of family and people we want to invite, it turns into this massive thing. Like massive! I'm talking two or three hundred people massive. I mean I'm all for a kick-ass party but that's just crazy overwhelming."
"I'm overwhelmed already," I said honestly.
"See?"
"Does it have to be that big Alice?" Asked Rose.
"No, but then the guilt starts eating at us. I think if we could, we'd do it close by with just a couple of close friends."
"Then why don't you do that. Let the New York family throw you a party then let the Texas family throw you a party and you get married however the hell you want Alice."
"God Rose, think that would work?"
"Why not? It's your fucking wedding. Know how I want to get married?"
"Do tell," Alice said bouncing in her chair.
"I want to say my vows in a bikini at the edge of a waterfall then jump in after we say I do."
"So wonderful Rosie," Alice exclaimed.
I smiled at the exchange.
"So Alice," Rose started, "if you could have it your way, what would you do?"
She didn't even blink.
"I want to wear an emerald green satin dress with black satin gloves and a killer pair of shoes and get married over the Manhattan skyline. And I want to dance to Frank Sinatra and see Jasper in a black pinstripe suit with his hair slicked back. And I want pink champagne, even though its awful, and I want caviar and Oysters Rockefeller. I want white flowers everywhere and twinkling lights!"
"It sounds like an old Fred Astaire Musical," Rose mused.
"Doesn't it though?" Alice sighed.
"Well it seems to me that that's exactly what you should do Alice," I stated.
"Maybe I will. How does the end of April sound girls?"
"Do I have to wear a brides maid dress?" I asked.
"Ewww no. A little credit, Bella. But you will have to wear a dress... a nice one... and I get to pick it out!"
"It's a deal," I said definitively.
"So what about you Bella," asked Rose. "What's your dream wedding?"
"Well when I was going to marry Christian Slater I always thought we'd get hitched at a church then I would jump on the back of his motorcycle and we'd ride off into the sunset."
"Always had a thing for bad boys huh Bells," Rose grinned.
"I guess."
"But now that Christian is off the market," Alice asked, smirking.
"I don't know. It's not something I've ever really thought about. I guess after my parents got divorced the appeal of marriage sort of dissipated."
"I can see that. Maybe you just need the right guy..." Alice said waggling her eyebrows at me suggestively.
"Well, seems you've found yourself a new bad guy to obsess over Bells."
Alice froze and stared at Rose. I stared at Alice wondering what the reaction was all about.
"Alice," I asked, "you ok?"
"Umm. Ya. Hey Rose, what guy would that be?"
"Edward of course. Bella told me everything. I know things must be hard on him, but Alice I had no idea you meant your cousin when you were talking about your boss and how difficult things were. How do you deal?"
"Bella told you everything, everything? Like everything?"
"Alice," I chuckled, "what's wrong?"
"Bella, do you think that was such a good idea?"
"Alice, you Jake and Rosie are my best friends, my only friends. I'd have to tell my friends eventually," I explained.
"But," she looked nervous. "Do you really think it was your info to tell?"
"Alice, really what's wrong here?"
"I don't know I mean... Edward is crazy guarded and secretive. Do you think he's going to be ok with you just telling people everything?"
"He's going to have to be if he wants to be a part of my life. I mean what does he expect me to do? Lie about him?"
"I guess so. I just hope he sees it that way, too. I mean this is new to all of us, maybe we should have thought ahead and figured out what we were going to say?"
"Alice, really. I didn't take an ad out in The New York Times or anything. I told my best friend about the guy I'm dating. "
"But he's not just some guy Bella."
"Yes he is. He's just a guy. Just a normal guy I'm dating and this normal guy has me all fluttery and excited. I want to share all that with my girls. It's not a crime Alice."
She smiled.
"You're fluttery and excited?" she asked, her voice dripping with hope.
"Yes, Alice... completely."
We talked about Edward some more as we finished lunch. I was happy to brag and recount all the cute and not so cute things that had happened between us, but always in the back of my head was a nagging doubt. Was Alice right? Had I done something wrong by telling Rose everything? Should I have discussed things with him first?
The answer was a resounding yes.
Edward and I weren't able to see each other that week. I was busy carefully packing up all my jewelry supplies and he was busy with some new deal he was working on. Although I wasn't aware of the fact, Edward was actually hired by a whole slue of charities to help drum up private funding. Alice said he simply understood the arena of people who could drop a few mill and not sweat about it. He was smooth and knew how to make people say yes. I knew that first hand, of course.
Friday rolled around and Edward offered the use of his car and driver for the following day. It was welcomed especially since I had way more stuff than I had thought and traveling on the train with that much silver, gold, and semi-precious beads and stones would have made me hella nervous. All some asshole thief would have to do was look at my face and know I was hiding something.
Felix arrived at nine am on Saturday morning. We swung by the studio to drop my stuff off and then he left to get Rose and her things. Alice showed up with Rose and Felix and when it was time to unpack everything, we were all just slightly overwhelmed. We sat there, in our new chairs, in our new work space, staring at box after box, and bag after bag of stuff. Everything was piled on our new tables and we has no idea where to start. It was almost noon and we hadn't budged from our spots.
When the door opened and Jasper stepped through with two pizza boxes in his hands we were desperate for the distraction. Pizza consumed, we started the task of carefully unpacking and setting up the our space, making an ever growing list of things we needed. When it was break time Jasper showed us the logos he'd come up with. We decided on a simple, modern monogram. A square within a square, S&H in the middle with the full names: Swan and Hale below. It was a proud moment for us and there may have been a few tears.
By the time we were finished, I was beat. I called Edward to tell him about the day. The second he heard how tired I was he had the driver bring me to his place. I didn't really have the energy to argue, plus his bed was so damn comfortable...
When I showed up he pulled me into a hug and kissed my head.
"Tired?"
"Mhmm."
"How's a bath sound?"
"Amazing. Plus I haven't had the pleasure of a bath in... two years?"
"Then you strip, I'll draw."
"Yes sir," I said giving him a weak salute.
We walked to the bedroom where I stopped at the bed to start undressing. He went to the bathroom to start my bath.
"Oh, by the way," he said from the bathroom, "I kind of um..."
"Umm..." I called back.
"Just look in the closet ok?"
I walked to the closet and opened it. There, hanging just in front of his dress shirts was a long silk ivory robe with a matching dressing gown. The set was hand painted with orange Japanese maple leaves and a peacock resting beneath the branches. It was beautiful and I was touched. Don't get me wrong, it was damn presumptuous of him, too, but it was also a sweet gesture.
"Do you like it?" He asked behind me, no longer in the bathroom.
"It's lovely, Edward."
"I just wanted you to have something comfortable to wear for times when you needed to crash here or just... I don't know."
I chuckled, "crash? You make me sound like a drunk college kid."
"Shit! I didn't mean it! Hell, I'm still no good at this."
"At what," I asked turning to face him.
"Talking to you."
"Don't be silly. You're charming when you're not yelling."
"I am?"
"Yes and sweet and unassuming too."
"You'll make me blush."
"Oooo, really? I'd like to see that!"
"Come here."
He pulled me toward him and kissed my lips with a feather-light peck.
"I'll put on the robe right after my bath, promise. Are you joining me?"
"No. Think I could keep my hands off of you in a bath?"
"No more than I could my hands off of you."
"It's very tempting beautiful, but you go soak and I'll make you a protein shake."
"Eww, seriously?"
"Ya, it's just what you need. Come on trust me."
"Oh god," I said shaking my head and making my way to the bathroom. "Drinking a protein shake in a silk robe. Something seems so wrong about that."
I stripped down in the bathroom peeling the day off of me one article of clothing at a time. The tub was huge and so inviting. I dipped a toe in then slowly lowered myself in. Nothing like a tub of hot water to make everything right again.
When I was pruny and the water had cooled, I stepped out and dried myself off. I hung up the towel and walked to the closet. After I slipped on the gown and robe, which felt amazing on, I walked to the kitchen where something smelled delicious and garlicky. What the hell was he putting in those shakes? When I got to the kitchen, Edward was sitting at the table, a collection of Chinese take out containers in front of him.
"Protein shakes huh?"
"Ya, thought you'd get a kick out of that. I didn't know what you liked so I got... everything."
"I can see that."
"You look beautiful in that by the way."
Every time he called me beautiful I had to fight the urge to giggle like a school girl.
"Thank you," I said dropping my head hoping I wasn't blushing.
"You going to join me?"
I sat down and started opening boxes. There was enough food for three more people.
"Ooo dumplings," I exclaimed happily. A moment later, "ooo snow peas."
"I've never met anyone who was excited by snow peas."
"You have now."
"Yes, I have," he said with sincerity.
I looked up at him and his face was serene, happy. It made me smile in return - I just couldn't help it. We ate and talked about the packing and un-packing and setting up the new office. We put away the extra food and went to the bedroom to get into bed. It all felt so right. It was domestic and easy, and so comfortable. How could we possibly have been that comfortable already?
I hung up my robe in the closet and once in bed, rested my head on his shoulder. His arms draped over me and before I knew it, I was asleep. It had been such a simple and nice night. It was too bad that the morning brought so much turmoil.
We woke up at about the same time, yawning and stretching. He asked me if I had brunch with the girls that morning or not. I told him that we agreed to meet at the studio with muffins and juice and finish setting up. He asked me what we talked about when we got together.
I casually said, "well last week, you."
"What about me, Bella," he said seriously.
"I told Rose about you, and about us."
"What did you say," he said, sounding concerned and serious.
"You want it word-for-word," and I laughed.
"Yes." He said, not a hint of sarcasm.
"Well I'm sorry Edward, I don't have that kind of recall," I joked trying to lighten the mood.
He got out of bed, went the bathroom, and slammed the door. I sat there stunned for a second before I heard something crash in the bathroom. I jumped up and ran to the door trying to open it. It was locked.
"Edward! Edward! You ok?"
Silence.
"Leave me alone for a minute."
"What? What the hell is going on?"
I could hear him stomping to the door. A second later a fiercely angry Edward was in front of me.
"You think this is funny? You think this is some kind of game," he ground his words out through clenched teeth.
I was intimidated. He looked furious and honestly, a little dangerous. I stepped back from him and noticed white broken glass and tooth brushes on the bathroom floor. I wanted to say something, but what? He'd obviously just thrown the glass on the floor and he was staring at me with maniacal eyes, huffing. I took a few more steps backward, then turned and ran out the door.
I ran to the living room, threw open the french doors and stepped out onto the balcony. I finally felt like I could breathe and took in a huge breath. What the hell had just happened? He was scary. It seemed so irrational, what the hell had I done? Said? For the first time since I had met him, he actually looked like the beast he compared himself to.
I stood there taking in air trying not to cry, scream, or run. When my heart calmed and I could think, I remembered what Alice had said the previous weekend. She was nervous about my telling Rose everything. I thought she was over reacting. She wasn't. He was angry or hurt or both. I wasn't thinking ahead when I spoke to Rose. I just wanted to tell my friend about the man I was seeing... innocent right?
Then I remembered Alice saying that Edward wasn't just any other guy. I disagreed with her at the time, but she was right. He was different. I should have talked to him first, we should have worked it out. But I was in a haze of happiness. I wanted to brag and giggle about him. I fucked up. I knew it, I really had.
I could admit that I had messed up. But absolutely none of that gave him the right to react that way. He looked crazed, insane. Would he have hurt me? No, I knew he couldn't do that. He'd known too much physical pain to inflict it on someone else I rationalized. But there was physical pain and psychological pain. Bruises healed, fear didn't. Could I really look at him and not see the thing he had become in a matter of seconds? Would he blow up and break things anytime I made a mistake?
Would I forget the way he snarled or his terrifying eyes?
"Don't leave me."
I turned around slowly and what I saw broke my heart. He was shirtless, in nothing but boxers. His head was hanging so low all I could see was the top of his head. He had a towel wrapped around his right hand. It hung limply at his side.
"Just don't leave me, Bella, please."
He looked up at me. His eyes were red and puffy. Had he been crying? As I stood there staring at him, I looked at his wrapped hand. A small red dot was growing steadily across the terry cloth.
"What did you do!"
My feet just moved automatically. He was bleeding. I grabbed his forearm and brought his hand closer to my face then dropped it just as suddenly. It was like dealing with a caged tiger. Was it ok that I touched him? Was it ok to be so close. I backed up a few steps just in case.
I slowly lifted my head to see him starting at me. He looked crushed, wounded.
"I did that didn't I," he asked. And the broken, lonely, complicated man before me cried.
"You're scared of me." He turned around, his head hung low again. He took his time before he spoke. The silence was deafening. "I really don't deserve you. I'll be in my office. I won't come near you again." He stood up straight as if trying convince me of his confidence. "I'll call for the car. Just let Felix know where to take you. Bye Bella," he said coldly.
He walked away. I was left there confused and hurt.
He was awful when he stepped out of that bathroom. Angry and terrifying. But for some reason it didn't anger me nearly as much as his walking away did. I wanted answers and explanations. I didn't want to be made to feel guilty and I sure as hell didn't want to be excused or shown the door for the second time since we started whatever the hell we had started.
I stood there letting the anger fester inside. Going to him and yelling out of anger wouldn't help either of us though. Instead I walked to the bedroom and got dressed, making sure to hang up my gown. He may have been ready to give up, but I sure as hell wasn't. I walked into the bathroom to splash some water on my face when I saw the blood. It was on the floor, in the sink, and on the marble counter. When I looked up, the mirror was nothing but shards.
Next to the sink was a large pair of tweezers and a bottle of rubbing alcohol. There were three bloodied shards of glass resting near the tweezers. Good god, he'd punched the mirror... with his bare fist. My anger wasn't important anymore.
What the hell had he done and why? Was it really so awful that I spoke to Rosalie, my friend, one single solitary person? Did my mistake warrant such an abusive reaction?
I was never that kid who took in baby birds or stray cats. I never stood up for the picked on kid at school. I never brought over a crock of soup for a friend when they were sick. But something, something I couldn't explain, ached inside when I saw those bloody shards. All I wanted to do was hold him, rock him, tell him that everything was going to be ok even if I wasn't sure it would be. I wanted to heal him - to make it all better. But I didn't know how and I wasn't sure if I could. I wasn't even sure of I was strong enough to help him.
My feet made their way through the apartment until they found themselves at his office door. I wasn't sure if I should have knocked or not, but I didn't. His head was on the desk, his arms extended before him. He looked up immediately when I barged in. Before I opened my mouth though, I had to remind myself to attempt to stay calm.
"You're not allowed to dismiss me ever again."
He lifted his head. "I..."
"No, it's my time to talk. I don't understand what happened Edward, and I fully expect you to explain everything to me, but right now I need to speak."
He straightened up and nodded silently.
"Yes, you scared me. I won't deny that. I know you wouldn't hurt me, not physically anyway, but what hurt more than you yelling or the shocking aggression you demonstrated is you're complete lack of faith in me. I've run from pain and hurt in the past but I'm tired of it and refuse to do it any longer. I need to apologize because I know I made a mistake. We should have discussed what I was going to say my friends about you. Alice was right, you're not like every other man and as much as I may want that to be a lie, it's not. You're different. That's not bad, that's not good, it just is. So we're going to have to move forward together differently as well. That being said, my mistake, because that's all it was Edward, does not give you the right to act like lunatic and it never will. I'm not walking away from this yet and I don't want you to either. In fact, you're not allowed to throw this away until I say you can. Are we clear?"
Silence.
"You can speak."
"Yes, we're clear."
"Good. Now show me your hand."
"It's fine."
"Bullshit. Let me see it."
He slowly unwrapped the towel grimacing as he went. When it was exposed to me, all I could think was what an awful ugly mess it was. The wounds were still bleeding, but old blood had already dried on his hand making it a sticky awful sight.
"Lets go to the kitchen, I know I saw a fist aid kit somewhere."
"Lydia keeps one in the pantry."
When we arrived in the kitchen, I went to the pantry and he stood by the sink, waiting. He already had his hand under the running water when I got back to him. I pulled out some cotton gauze and tape and grabbed some paper towel. I held his hand and dried it as best as I could. That's when I noticed the old scars on his knuckles - lots of them. Lot's of little scars all over his hands. They looked exactly like the scars I was sure he was going to have when his most recent wounds healed.
"Edward, you've done this before haven't you," I asked sadly.
"Once," he answered cryptically.
Things were strained after that. It was almost as if we were mutually earning each others trust again. We still had dinners, we still slept with each other, but the physical affection never got passed kissing. By the middle of of October we had both received clean bills of health and could have jumped in the sack and fucked for days, condoms be damned, but we didn't. It just didn't seem that we were ready for that yet.
Halloween was around the corner and Alice had gotten all of us tickets to some costume party. I was actually excited. It was just what Edward and I needed! It was perfect really, he could go out in public, with me, in costume and no one would stare. No one would say a thing, hell no one would even know what he looked like behind a mask. But he refused. It pissed me the hell off.
He wouldn't meet Rose and Emmet, even in costume, covered from head to toe. He wouldn't even be my date on Halloween dressed in any costume he wanted. He just didn't want to go out with me. He didn't want to leave his damn fortress. I was getting more and more frustrated. How the fuck were we going to work? Once, again, I doubted if I was strong enough. I was slowly getting to the conclusion that I wasn't.
EPOV
Halloween was stupid... I mean really fucking stupid. So the only day of the year she begged me to leave the house was only day of the year it was ok for me to wear a mask? Fuck that. Hell no. I knew she wanted me to meet Rose and Emmet, but she never pushed for us to go to a restaurant or even to have them over to my place. No, she pushed on Halloween when I could cover myself up.
Things had been tough since the day I broke the mirror. I was always on edge, always afraid that I was going to say or do something to finally tip her toward leaving me. I knew the day was coming. I just fucking knew it. How was it ever going to work? She was beautiful and wanted things from her life that I didn't think I could give her.
I may have been subconsciously acting more like a dick than ultimately necessary. Ok maybe it wasn't so subconsciously. I knew I was holding her back. She couldn't actually want to babysit a monster no matter what she said. That she was patient enough to stay with me as long as she had was a miracle. Everyday she stayed with me and everyday she walked through my front door made it harder and harder to give her up. I was so used to her smell, her skin, and laughter. I didn't want to let her go - but it was the right thing to do.
So when Halloween night came and I didn't join her, I was sure that would be it. She wasn't a saint. There was no way she would stay with me much longer after that. I was going to drown myself in a bottle of scotch and think back on how lucky I had been for the short amount time she graced me with her presence. That was the plan anyway.
When my cell started ringing at 9:45pm I couldn't imagine who it was. I looked at the caller id and when I saw it was Alice I groaned. I didn't want to hear her voice. I wanted to hear ice cubes, in a glass. So I ignored the call and poured myself the first scotch of the evening. When it rang again just as I was about to take my first sip though, I got pissed and answer the phone.
"Alice, what the fuck do you want?"
"It's Emmett."
"Emmett? Rose's boyfriend Emmett?"
"Ya. Alice gave me her cell so I could call you."
"Umm. Ok. Is everything alright? Is Alice hurt or something?"
"No. She's fine. Listen I know we haven't met or even spoken yet, but from one guy to another you might want to get down here."
"Why..." I asked cautiously, "is something wrong with Bella?"
"She's wearing a tiny little pink dress, hot pink fuck me heels, the girls did her hair and make-up, and she's no Rosie, but man, she's looking fine."
I could actually feel my blood start to boil.
"Tell me you haven't let her out of your sight."
"Jazz and I have been keeping an eye on her because she looks like her kitten died. She's all pouty and shit, and every single guy in the joint is eating that shit up man. But she doesn't need us, she needs you. I don't know why you're not here, but get the fuck over it and make an appearance."
He hung up and I roared; actually roared like a fucking lion or something. I was, hands down, the stupidest motherfucker on the planet. Of course she was going to look hot. It was Halloween and I remembered she telling me the girls were going as their favorite 80's cartoons. That meant Alice was a slutty Rainbow Brite, Rose was a slutty She-Ra, and Bella was... fuuuuuuuck. She was Jem - slutty Jem. Short, pink dress, fuck me heels, tits out, lips bright pink and shiny. Her hair was probably all tousled and just fucking perfect. And where the fuck was I? Letting my girl get ogled by drunk men.
I didn't know the man yet, but I owed Emmett big time.
I ran to the bedroom and put on the only costume I had. I never thought I'd ever have a reason to don the white Phantom of the Opera mask or put on the black leather pants, black turtle neck, and black gloves again, but there I was, suiting up. I called for the car and made my way as fast as I could to the party.
My ears were ringing, by blood was boiling, and my heart was pounding like a fucking cannon. We couldn't get there fast enough. When Felix stopped the car I ran out, threw my ticket at the bouncer and looked for Bella. I couldn't find her, but I did find some really big guy dressed as... He-Man? It had to be Emmet because there was some leggy blonde dressed as She-Ra laughing with him.
I tapped him on the shoulder.
"Emmett?"
"Ya," he said turning around.
"Edward?" he asked.
"Where is she?"
He turned toward the back wall and started looking.
"See the douche bag dressed as Robin Hood?"
"The dude in the tights?"
"Ya man. Follow him, he was getting Bella a drink a second ago."
"Thanks Emmett. For everything, man."
"Thank me later. Go get the girl."
I followed the douche in the tights to a back room that was less crowded. The music wasn't as thumping and I could see slutty Rainbow Brite, aka Alice, with Jasper who was dressed as some kind of cowboy, by the door. I was walking passed them when I heard Alice call my name.
"Edward," she asked unsure.
I stopped and turned.
"Yes. I have to thank you guys, I was an idiot."
"What else is new," they said in tandem then burst into laughter.
By then, Robin Hood, douche-in-tights, had reached the back wall and was handing this fuck-hot chick in a tiny little hot pink dress with the most stellar rack on the planet, a drink. Her colorful hair was all sexy and layered, her lips were glossy and begging to kissed, and her legs, dear fucking lord I wanted those legs wrapped around me. Thinking about what Bella would look like and seeing her were two totally different things. In my head she looked amazing, in person, she looked like the personification of an orgasm... my orgasm.
She looked up at Robin Hood and said something. I'm sure it was thank you, but my head was a fucked placed right then and I was making up all kinds of scripts that included words like: asshole, boyfriend, alone, lonely, company, and my place. The closer I got, the more determined I was. I wanted her and I wanted her badly. I wanted to rip that fucking dress from her body, bury my cock into her wet, warm, pussy, and fuck the shit out of it as her heels dug into my ass cheeks.
Before I knew it, I was right in front of my girl and the douche-in-tights.
"You know, this is the part when Jake kisses Sam."
Her head snapped up to mine.
"What? What did you say," she asked.
"Sixteen Candles. It's one of my girlfriend's favorite movies."
She stared at me, looking right into my eyes.
"Edward?"
I put my hand out to her and thankfully, she took it.
"James, I'm sorry. This is my... boyfriend Edward." Her eyes were watery.
"Good ones are always taken huh?" said... James. He would always be the douche-in-tights to me, though.
"This one is," I said not looking at him at all.
I pulled her up to me and her hands wrapped around my neck. Her heels were so high she didn't even need to be on her toes.
"Forgive me for the millionth time?"
"You came."
"Ya, I came. Not a minute too soon either. You look way to fucking dangerous to be in public, beautiful."
My hand slipped to her ass as I kissed her. Nothing sweet or cute either. I stuck my fucking tongue in her mouth before I claimed her lips. She moaned and pressed her tits into me. A second later I could feel her leg rubbing up the side of mine. Out of the corner of my eye, I could see douche-in-tights walk away.
"Do you have any fucking idea how hot you look tonight?"
"Yes, it was all for you, too."
"I'm so fucking sorry, beautiful."
"Edward?"
"Yes?"
"That was the sexiest fucking thing I've ever experienced. Take me home. Now."
She didn't have to ask me twice. I led her through the club to the car. Once inside, we were all over each other. She was straddling me with her tits in my face and her mouth on mine. She was rubbing against my thigh getting more and more worked up. Her arms were pressed against my chest. My hands found the spot where her ass met my leg and I urged her on, pushing against her ass, willing her to make a mess all over my leather pants.
I was a fucking idiot but I was going to make up for it, two, three, maybe four times.
A/N
*runs and hides*
Please don't hate me for the major cock-blockage. I promise I'll be making it up for it… at least twice next chappie, maybe more.
Looking forward to the rev's!