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Chapter 39 – Misunderstandings
RPOV

Saturday

Believe it or not, I did get some sleep last night. Despite the sexual assaulting that Jake felt the need to bring on. When I got home though, I wasn't in the mood for planning so I asked mom to go with Aunt Alice, she'd know how to ring her in. It was a particularly good night, I have to admit but then again, every night was amazing when I was with Jake. I guess it comes with being so madly in love.

When I finally collapsed on my bed for some rest, a very handsome man appeared at my door. "I made lunch reservations at a small café, so get your tookus in that shower and get ready." He grinned and walked off. Damien was never one to let me rest. I groaned and woke up feeling like a zombie and made my way to the bathroom.

After showering and getting dressed into a casual summer dress and hat, I actually felt somewhat alive. I walked out and squinted evilly at Damien who looked like he'd had the best sleep of his life, if that were possible. "Well aren't you a ray of sunshine?" He laughed and I glared at him, my expression clearly evoking my lack of enthusiasm.

"Lets just go, I'm starving." I said with an unreadable expression on my face. He just chuckled and grabbed the keys off the coffee table along with his black leather jacket which he never seemed to go anywhere without.

I almost fell asleep during the drive there. Unfortunately it was close by and I didn't have enough time before the car came to a halt and Damien tapped my shoulder. "Y'know, I don't know what you have against my sleep." I said annoyed.

"Oh c'mon! Be fun!" He grinned and hopped out the driver's side before getting my door. I looked at the place we'd stopped at. It was relatively new, it looked so busy but it was alright. It was a large white building with the words, Café Arabica. I looked at Damien sceptically. "They've got the best coffee in town." He tried to endorse.

When we walked in, the smell of authentic Arabica beans hit me and I could hear the chatter of people around me. In the corner on a rather large table there were a group of friends, all drinking coffee and having a bit of a laugh about one of their teachers. Behind me were two old friends, having a slice of cake and talking about their grandchildren with all their achievements over the years. It seemed like a nice place, just a little crowded.

A young waiter approached Damien and I and escorted us to the outside area which wasn't quite as crowded as inside, and pointed out our table, "I'll be with you in a second." She spoke with a thick English accent and walked off into the opposite direction, or what I liked to call, the war zone. We just walked over to the small table and took a seat.

"So, what'd you get up to last night?" He winked while playing with the beige serviette. I looked away and blushed at the thought of last night. It was so much more intimate than we'd ever been, so slow and gentle but rough at the same time. I almost got a bit too lost in my thoughts when Damien cleared his throat. I looked up from my lap, slightly unnerved to find his eyes burning into mine. Those eyes will be the death of me...

"Well?" I didn't particularly feel like answering him, it felt like any answer I gave would be twisted and used against me at some point in the nearby future. I bit the inside of my mouth, resisting the urge to talk as I shook my head in a dismissive answer. He raised an eyebrow, and with a sigh leaned back into his seat.

"Well, well, well... I see you got up to something really dirty." If I had been drinking water, I would have choked on it there.

"Is this lunch—brunch- whatever talk?" I snapped.

"When you're involved, anytime is appropriate." He winked and threw the beige napkin on the table in a playful gesture. I felt my face heat up once again and I turned away from him, I have blushed in front of him enough and I'm pretty sure I don't want him to have the satisfaction of seeing it again. I could feel his gaze linger on my face, and out of the corner of my eye, I could see his lips curve into that infamous cocky smirk of his.

"Well, when you get over your sudden virginal state I will- uh..." You will what? I turned to look at him, only to see his gaze fixated over my shoulder, the cocky smile had been replaced by an open mouth gape. Twisting around, I looked for the subject of his current fixation. And that is when she walked over to our table.

With the customary uniform (that seemed three sizes too small but somehow showed off crisp curves that any woman would be envious of), her brunette hair swayed behind her like a curtain of satin. Bright green eyes, like emerald jewels shone off her somehow perfectly proportioned face. She daintily walked over, her long and tanned legs that seemed almost endless walked around our table. She pulled out her order pad with her manicured fingers and tilted her head in the cute 'what can I get you' way that gave you a sickeningly sweet taste at the back of your throat. She was beautiful. And I hated her.

I hated how Damien couldn't keep his eyes off her. I turned back to him, and watched his eyes roam up and down her body, like she was what he wanted to eat for lunch. She bit her lip in the cutesy way that made me want to rip her lips off.

"-can I get you?" Her high and feminine voice broke my thoughts of pure torture. I glanced at Damien, who had taken his eyes off her breasts and to her face

"Well, I don't remember seeing you on the menu." An atrociously cute giggle erupted from her throat as she twirled her pencil in her fingers. I couldn't believe he was hitting on her, in front of me. "But I'll just have a Steinlager, thanks." She scribbled the order on her pad and batted her ridiculously long, fake, eyelashes before turning her attention to me and urging me to place my order with a smile that made me want to shove that Steinlager down her throat.

"Can I get the…" I scanned the menu looking for the item I saw before she strutted over her with her fake tan, "Turkey and cranberry wrap?" I said and folded my menu on the table. She jotted my order down and nodded with a fervent smile before walking into the war zone. I was hoping someone would throw a grenade at her.

"Steinlager?" I asked curiously, wondering why he ordered something he wasn't going to have.

"I didn't want to offend the waitress." Right. Offend the waitress by not ordering anything. Please. I just raised my eyebrow, unamused at his incessant boyish ways.

"By the way, your pick up line was so unoriginal." I scoffed and stared off into the distance, not wanting to meet his awaiting eyes. When I looked back, his eyes were fixated on the waitress, he studied her every move and no doubt he was listening to her conversation.

"You're right. I need to think of something more original for when she comes over here." I automatically face-palmed. He pondered for a minute or two and I instantly wished I hadn't said anything at all. There was just something in the way that his eyes undressed her that was so… appealing.

She strutted to us with the beer that Damien had ordered and another glass in her hand to pour the golden liquid into. "Why, hello again, beautiful." He smirked and winked while she giggled again with her high pitch vocal cords. I felt like ripping them out through her neck. She bent over, exposing her fleshy cleavage to Damien and poured the cool refreshment into the glass. I watched as his eyes roamed her body and how hers flirted willingly with him, as if daring him to do something about how incredibly gorgeous she was.

"Would you like anything else?" She said to Damien enthusiastically, almost bouncing up and down on the spot with excitement. Everything about her reeked bubbly and out going.

"You?" He raised an eyebrow and flashed his coy half smile in an attempt to woo the temptress. She just bit her lip and smiled before dancing away. He turned to me then and his expression completely changed. "What?" He asked when my shock became a little overbearing.

"You like her." I said unthinkably and grinned. I tried to make a joke out of it so he wouldn't sense my all too obvious jealousy showing through. It was just the way his eyes were glued to her which made me feel like I wanted that.

"Of course I do. She's smokin'" He winked and took a sip of his beer. He looked indifferent about drinking something other than blood but did it to try to look normal. I was happy that I could enjoy the best of both worlds. Not that I was quoting Hannah Montana. I just sighed and rolled my eyes. Boys will be boys whether they're human or not. "Jealous?" He grinned and I rolled my eyes again.

"Of what? Her breasts?" I mocked and laughed. I could tell that he saw right through me though.

"Okay then." He grinned and watched as she approached our table with a square plate topped with my wrap. Her hips swayed casually as if she were walking down the runway but it looked like the stride came naturally to her and for that I was envious.

"One turkey and cranberry wrap," She said and placed the food down in front of me. I forced myself to smile at her before she looked at the two of us, "Is that all?" She beamed while she fidgeted with her perfectly filed nails. I just nodded and she looked at Damien expectantly.

"Well, there is something I want, but I can't find it on the menu," He pretended to sift through the piece of cardboard. "They don't say anything about giving out employee phone numbers here…" He pointed at it before smiling brazenly at her.

"Well, I think I could make an exception." She grinned and he smiled at her, handing her a napkin for her to jot down her phone number. I wouldn't be surprised if he called and someone answered with, 'Washington Brothel, how may I help you?' I was literally trying to hold in my urge to hook this bitch in the face.

"I'm sorry but do you give your number to every customer here?" I retorted sarcastically. Damien just looked at me with wide eyes while the waitress shot me a warning glare.

"My personal life is none of your business." She snapped back full-blooded. She handed the paper back to Damien with an innocent smile before casually walking away without looking back. I hoped that I scared her off. Little did she know that I could kill her in her sleep if I wanted to.

As soon as she was out of hearing range, Damien burst out laughing while I glared at him. "Feisty." He chuckled again and I had lost my appetite. I really just wanted to leave this café and never come back. "Just eat before that green monster on your back steals your food." I shot him a scowl before taking a bite of my wrap and savouring the taste of the wrap she'd probably spat in.

By the time we'd finished talking about the wedding and what Jake and I had got up to last night, it was around three in the afternoon. Damien drove us home and I looked up at the clouds, it looked like it was going to pour down with rain soon. Goody, I thought to myself.

"I still cannot believe you were jealous." He playfully punched my arm while we walked inside. I knew he would never let it go.

"I wasn't. She just took my comment the wrong way." I smirked and skipped inside, dropping my bag at the door and dancing toward the kitchen for a glass of water.

I heard the clatter of keys being put up on the holder before he walked into my line of vision, "Whatever you say." He challenged playfully and I opened my mouth in fake horror. I laughed while I chased him around our dining room table, each time he seemed so much faster. He made a quick dash to his room and I followed before tackling him to the floor and laughing uncontrollably.

He rolled us over to the side and started tickling me. The sounds of our laughter echoing off the walls of his room made me feel so at ease, it was like we fit perfectly as best friends. He stopped tickling me for a moment and just looked into my eyes. I giggled, feeling his cold body pressed against mine. It was so different to what I was used to and I found myself curiously wondering what it would be like if I just reached my head up and kissed him.

I could feel my heart beat rapidly beating in my chest as the thoughts rambled on my mind, threatening the very reason I was engaged to Jacob. I think he heard it too because he got off me then and pulled me up, smiling and shrugging off what had just happened.

"Movie?" He half smiled timidly. I just nodded, scared that if I spoke, my voice would come out shaky. The small flat screen was mounted in the corner of the room so I scooted back on his bed toward the headrest where I wrapped my arms around my legs and sat there awkwardly. It felt weird, in a way, he rejected me. I decided to stop thinking about it. I couldn't think about it.

I'm engaged. I'm engaged. I'm engaged.

I repeated in my mind. He was obviously proving to be too much of a temptation for me. What was I even doing up here in his room? I should leave… although, that would be rude… but I should leave. I didn't want to do something I knew I'd regret. He was so charming though. I had two options, stay or leave.

If I stayed, we could watch a movie, talk, just chill out, but there's a possibility that something else could happen, something that I didn't want to fathom at this very moment. If I left, well, that would be rude and he'd definitely think something was up, and I wouldn't have anything to do. Every muscle in my body ached to leave but my heart told me to stay.

"Ness?" His voice was distant and quiet, "Ness?" He asked again, waving his hand in front of my face and bringing me back to reality.

"What?" I asked dumbfounded. Had I just completely zoned out?

"What movie?" He laughed and held out two DVD's in front of me. One was 'Transformers', the other was 'Pirates Of The Caribbean'. I chose the second one, I just happened to have a weakness for Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom. He put the DVD in and took a seat next to me, lying down on the bed and putting his arms around his head. I just leaned against the headboard beside him and tried to focus on the movie instead of the obvious muscle bulging from his shirt.

"What are you thinking about?" He asked absentmindedly while the movie played. I looked down at him and his eyes were still fixated on the screen. His expression showed one of hope but he quickly masked it with irrelevance.

"A lot of things… the wedding… Jacob… Life." I paused, taking a deep breath and finding myself lost in my thoughts. He looked up at me then and I could bear to delve into his eyes that would be wisely telling me not to stress; instead I looked at the screen and pretended to watch it.

"Alice has things under control. Don't stress." He smiled and wrapped his arm around me in a warm gesture to reassure me.

"I know." I mumbled and fidgeted with my hands. I felt so stupid for even saying something like that. What an idiot thing to say. He sat up then and used his index finger to move my head around to face him. It looked like he was searching for something in my eyes and I looked away, scared of what he might find if he looked that deep into my soul.

I closed my eyes, not wanted to think about anything, I needed to focus. What would Jacob say? I couldn't even fathom the idea, I knew that I was being so childish, truth is, I wasn't a child. I needed to make a choice. I'm engaged. I thought to myself again. I opened my eyes and found myself lost in a golden heaven. His eyes melting into mine and I looked away timidly. When I looked back at him it seemed as though he'd made a decision, he leaned his head in and I froze, not knowing how to react.

"Ness?" I heard Jacob call; I pulled away quickly, but not quick enough before he opened the door and saw Damien and I in a very, very, erroneous position. I could tell he wasn't fooled. His eyes were wide and they looked so shocked. He looked from me to Damien and I abruptly got up from the bed, I opened my mouth to explain what was happening but he walked out abruptly.

When I ran out to the hallway he idly walked away, looking as though he'd seen a ghost. "Jake!" I pleaded, running out into the hallway. He stopped in his tracks and stood absolutely still. I knew what it looked like to him but nothing would've happened; I wouldn't have done that to him.

"You're my fiancée" He said softly. I wanted to set things right now before he jumped to conclusions. I'm such an idiot, of course it was stupid to stay in his room. You knew this would happen! You silly girl!

"Jake, I—I…" He turned around to face me and the way his face looked was heart breaking, it knocked the breath out of me and I couldn't finish what I was saying, I was so shaken by the anger that rocketed off his body that I was scared of what he'd do, "I'm sorry." Was the only thing I managed to get out.

"No, you're not." He simply said and started to walk down the staircase, I couldn't hold it in and the tears erupted from my eyes. I knew he wouldn't listen to anything I said but I couldn't just let him walk away, I started to walk slowly towards him, taking in what had just happen and feeling myself start breathing heavily, fighting back the sobs that were now filling the silence.

"Jake, it's not what you think." I cried but he didn't even flinch. He just walked away, unaffected by my words and more hurt than I could ever imagine. I would've never done it, I loved him too much to have ever betrayed him like that, and he just doesn't know it.

I called out to him again but he wouldn't turn around, he walked out the door and slammed it behind him. I felt the urge to run after him and I would've in that instant if Damien hadn't grabbed a hold on me.

"Let him go for now, he needs to calm down." He whispered and I writhed in his grip before collapsing in his arms with my anguish. I slammed against him, feeling the anger take hold of me, I needed to get away from Damien, from everyone. I wanted to be alone. I shoved against him and ran out the door with no intention of stopping anytime soon.

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