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Edward's POV
I absolutely hate fighting with Bella, but it's so fucking worth it to see her all riled up.
Christ.
The older I grow, the more I see what an amazing woman I have under my roof and totally out of reach.
It's such a fucked up situation.
I fist my hair as I lie in my bed wondering if I can ever have a chance with her.
Technically, she's still Dad's wife. But he's dead. And I'm losing my mind because I have no idea if bedding my supposed step-mom would be incest.
In the morning, I shoot up when someone pounds on my door.
Way too fucking early. I drag the pillow over my ears and flop on my stomach.
She's fucking insistent.
I idly wonder with what she's hitting the door – her small hand can't make so much noise. Maybe she's kicking the wood.
Speaking of wood…let's hope she won't open the door or if she does, she won't roll me on my back. Someone's gonna salute her.
Ungh!
Then I realize how quiet it is.
She gave up.
I'm almost asleep when loud, rock music spills from my audio system.
I sit up quickly and tumble to the floor face first.
No better way to wake up than faceplant on the hardwood.
"What the fuck's wrong with you?" I shout.
Bella's next to my player grinning triumphantly. She cocks her head to the side.
"Thought you'd appreciate waking up to German Pussy." She snickers and I want to strangle her.
I snatch the pillow off the bed and throw it at her. "Go away!"
"I thought you liked Rammstein thus why it's in your player."
"Let me sleep!" I almost whine and attempt to crawl back in the bed, but she grabs my ankle and tugs. I try to free my leg making both of us fall on the floor.
I love insistent Bella. She doesn't leave for work until I'm awake and eating.
This morning, she's more passionate about waking me up than before.
With a small squeak, she gets off me and narrows her eyes. "Get your butt downstairs or I'm going to spank you!"
I burst in laughter. "I'd love to see that," I challenge her.
Her brown eyes narrow further and her hand pushes against my shoulder until I'm on my side – then her palm slaps my ass and I shout in surprise.
"Now, get up! Must you act like a petulant kid every morning? It's growing old," she huffs.
"You're kinky this morning," I joke and sit up.
I finally drag my ass down the stairs and to the kitchen. My cereal bowl is prepared like always.
Bella goes to get dressed for work while I eat my cereal with milk and text Emmett.
U awake? –E
Now I am. The fuck, dude? –Em
Hahaha! Join the early birds club! –E
u're gonna get it –Em
ouch. I'm scared –E
It's so much fun to irritate Emmett.
When Bella appears in the kitchen, I realize I should have been in the shower by now. And fuck, she looks sinful in that wrap dress of hers and those fuck-me heels. I'd gladly fuck her. On every available surface.
I quickly rush up the stairs to escape more chiding and to hide the huge problem down my pants.
Damn, this woman.
Under the beat of the water, I grip myself and stroke slowly, closing my eyes and imagining her in the shower with me.
I try to picture her on her knees as I feed her my aching cock, but she doesn't look like the submissive kind. I bet she's a lioness in bed. So I quickly imagine her facing the wall, hands splayed against the tile while I dive into the cunt over and over from behind. She loves it and begs for more. She's so fucking tight and she starts screaming my name.
I fuck my fist, squeezing my eyes and breathing heavily.
"EDWARD!" Bella yells from the other side of the curtain - the fucking curtain...not even the damn door.
I cum all over the wall, biting my lip to keep from whimpering.
"What the fuck is taking you so long! I thought you were sick," she adds softly.
"Get the fuck out of here!" I hiss, sticking my head around the curtain. "Now!" I snap when she won't move.
"Because I'm your girl best friend-" Her lips twitch up. "-you're not allowed to use such crude words around me. Or order me around!"
She marches out the bathroom and my wank session was in vain.
I'm hard all over again having assisted Bossy Bella in full force.
I glare at my dick as I snatch the towel off the rack and dry myself hastily.
It's hard to get dressed, but I manage to will my dick into the jeans. I just need to steer clean from Bella it will go away.
It's not my lucky day because she's waiting for me in the kitchen with my lunch for school. I prefer the sandwich she makes to the unhealthy food the cafeteria feeds us.
"Here you go," she says softly, handing me the plastic bag. "And remember. You promised to apologize to Collin. I'll know if you didn't."
"Because you're a freak," I mutter under my breath.
She checks her watch then smirks at me. "I have time for another light spanking."
I scowl at her and stuff the sandwich in my school bag. "Bye, Bella."
"Bye! Have a good day!"
The second I park in the lot at school, I slide out and head toward Creepy Collin. He eyes me warily but I roll my eyes and stop in front of him, towering over his small body.
"I had a bad day yesterday. But for your knowledge...don't you ever sit in my chair...or in my path," I add, narrowing my eyes at him.
"Okay. Got it. Sorry."
Jeez. He's pathetic.
I turn and wave to him dismissively then head over to Emmett's car. He's watching me shocked.
"Morning, man. That..." I throw my thumb over my shoulder in Creepy Collin's direction. "I had to apologize. I didn't really. I kinda warned him," I chuckle.
"Did they call Bella?" he asks shocked.
"Yup. Fucking Volturi," I mutter. "Gimme a smoke."
"Still afraid to buy your own? You're so pussy whipped!"
"I'm not! She'll probably scalp me. I prefer my hair on my head," I point out.
"Yeah, sure." He laughs and puts a cigarette in my hand along with a lighter.
We smoke slowly, ignoring the bell ringing. There's time until the old cow gets to class.
"So…my parents are going away for the weekend," Emmett tells me, smirking.
"Party at your place?" I check.
"I was actually thinking we could chill. Alone."
"You, me and a bunch of Wii games? I'm in," I say quickly.
"Cool. I'll try burrowing some of the heavy stuff," he whispers, stubbing his burnt cigarette with the toe of his shoe.
I bump his fist and head to my locker.
School drags and I'm doing my best to stay calm and not cause any more trouble. I fucking hate detentions.
My last class is P.E. and I share it with Emmett, but he makes me cave and before the bell rings we're out of the parking lot, driving away…to that coffee shop across the garage where the future mother of his spawns works…or something like that. She doesn't know it, but if Em ever gets the courage to ask her out and she reciprocates his feelings then he'll be one happy guy.
We're biding our time, drinking coffee and talking sports when he stops and his eyes become hazy.
"Dude!" I hit him under the table. "Are you okay?"
"She's here!" he answers, his eyes following someone behind me.
"Who?" I gasp, turning around fearfully.
Please, let it not be Bella.
I sigh in relief when I see the chick from the garage across the road.
"I'm going to her."
"No, you're not! We need to be at school in ten minutes," I tell him sternly.
"What for? School's out for the day!"
He gets up before I can remind him of my detention.
"Do me a favor and pull out the cable of the engine. Please," he adds and struts to the chick.
I down the last of my coffee and go to his car, doing as he said.
Why?
Because I'm an idiot.
I'll never reach the school in ten minutes by foot, because Em would be a while apparently. He seems to be charming the pants – er, overalls – off the blonde chick.
They exit together and he doesn't even glance at me. They go to his car and she points to something then looks worried at him. He turns the worried look – I can see how fake it is.
Five minutes later and he still is engrossed in his little talk, I show him my middle finger, sure he doesn't even see it then sprint to school.
I'm ten minutes late for my detention and out of breath.
Mr. Volturi makes me clean every whiteboard in school. Thankfully, most of them are clean but they're not white…they're every color the marker which wrote on them was. It takes hours to finish the job and by the time I'm done, I stink like a motherfucker.
Bella's not home when I arrive around six PM.
After I shower and seek food for a few minutes, I grab my phone and call her. She's staying late and I'm allowed to call for pizza. I ask for two pizzas because I know she'll be hungry whenever she gets home.
Once the guy arrives, I pay him and carry the boxes to the kitchen. On hers I slap a post-it note.
I thought you'll be hungry.
See you in the morning
Edward.
I grab some paper tissues along with my box and head for my room.
Okay, so I caved and posted this. I'm thinking of Tuesday and Friday updates.
What I learned this week: never to laugh at others - a.k.a. how I laughed that CaraNo had no willpower about waiting to post her story in December. I guess I don't have willpower other. So yes, DON'T laugh at anyone else because karma works in unknown ways. ;)
Rambling over.
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