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On with the show…
Chapter 15
BPOV
I awoke the morning after our big night in Vegas feeling like death. I think my head put a hit out on me. I decided I must smell like a disgusting blend of alcohol and sweat, so I unwrapped myself from the wonderfully warm pillow in my bed.
Note to self: Ask hotel where awesome pillow can be purchased. And while you're at it, as what they use to wash the sheets. Smells delicious!
After a failed attempt at opening my eyes, I carefully stood from the bed and felt my way in what I hoped was the direction of the bathroom. This was apparently a dumb move because I tripped over what felt to be a huge shoe. Note to self 2: Tell Emmett not to leave his shit lying around.
Not learning from my mistake, my eyes remained closed as I continued my trek around the bedroom with my arms outstretched in front of me in search of the bathroom.
I finally found the bathroom based on me walking right into the shower door and carefully opened my eyes to verify my find. After the initial protest from my brain that introducing light to my eyes was a horrible idea, I was able to adjust my sight to the dimness of the bathroom and kept the lights off to east my pain. There was just enough light flowing in from the ridiculously tiny window high on the wall that I could see what I needed and that worked for me.
I removed my clothes, which happened to be what I wore out the night before. I must have passed out as soon as I walked in the suite… While I waited for the water to heat up in the shower, I couldn't get over the feeling that I was forgetting something important. Think Bella. Think.
Nothing. I shrugged, decided that if it was as important as I felt it was, it would come back to me eventually.
Unfortunately, the nagging feeling wouldn't go away, so I began to wrack my brain to go over the events of the night before, hoping it would trigger something.
------Flashback-------
We sat in VIP for a few minutes after Carmen got us situated with a nice little seating area and told the server to keep the drinks flowing. I couldn't get my body to stop moving with the music. I was bored with the sitting, but didn't feel like trying to fight my way through the crowd to get to the dance floor. In a moment of sheer genius, I pulled two coffee tables together and, after testing for sturdiness, I climbed atop them.
Just as I got myself situated on my makeshift stage, I heard the opening line to what I deemed to be 'my song'. Now, even though I know every word to the song, I don't think I have ever claimed that it is my song. But when in the midst of complete inebriation, Baby Got Back is "my jam".
Unfortunately, I didn't take into account that I was wearing heels and there was a crack in the middle of the two coffee tables. In the middle of me screaming, "Fellas (yeah), Fellas (yeah), Has your girlfriend got the butt (hell yeah)" and smacking my ass to the crowd that had formed around me, my right heel got caught in the crack. I fell back and landed hard on the table, surely to have a huge bruise on my ass.
-----End Flashback-----
I shook my head at how completely idiotic I become when I drink. I moved my hand down to the area on my ass I now knew I injured the night before and sure enough I could feel extreme tenderness. I will have to inspect the damage in the mirror when I finish my shower.
I started to beat myself up for not explaining to Rose, Alice and the guys that they needed to watch my alcohol intake. When I was dealing with my depression over Edward and feeling lost within the confines of Dartmouth, I turned to alcohol to get me through the days. It was something I have only talked to Dr Carlisle about because he helped me get through my dependence.
I wasn't a typical alcoholic, or really an alcoholic at all. I didn't need it to get by and would go weeks without it. But, I used alcohol to forget things when remembering was too much and it helped me become a completely different person. I could let loose, not worry about school, friends, ex-flings, etc.
Victoria has been with me when I drink and gets so frustrated with me when I can't seem to stop. It's an all or nothing type of thing with me, and I probably should have mentioned it to everyone last night before things got out of hand. And by that, I mean to the point that I haven't a clue what happened.
Which brings me back to this horrid feeling in the back of my mind that I did something silly last night and should remember it. As I lathered up and began to spread my shower gel over my body, I thought back to last night and tried to gain some insight into what I could have done.
------Flashback-------
As I remained motionless on my tiny stage of death, I tried to tell my legs and/or arms to move. At this point, I wasn't concerned which limbs started moving first, as long as something happened to get me out of the position I was currently in.
I moved one arm up, but realized how stupid I looked to have my arm straight out in front of me handing in the air. Luckily, a server came rushing over to help me out of my predicament. As the server's strong arm hoisted me up, I took a good look at them.
Long, black hair, pulled back at the base of their neck. Dark brown eyes boring into my soul. Angular jaw line. Gorgeous.
"Hi gorgeous. What's your name?" I batted my eyelashes at the perfect specimen in front of me.
"Emily." The handsome server helping me said. His voice was higher than I expected, but he was a hottie, so you have to take what you get. Then I noticed his name.
"Emily? Why did your parents give you a girl's name?" I scrunched my face as I questioned him.
"Because I am a girl." He…wait, she answered me.
"Well, fuck." I pouted, but then had another thought. "Can I get your number? My roommate would love you."
-----End Flashback-----
As important as getting a chick's phone number for Victoria would be, I knew that wasn't what I needed to remember. I was beginning to get fucking sick and tired of my brain nagging me, yet laughing as though it knew something I didn't know. Stupid brain!
I continued on with the longest shower known to man and began to wash my hair. It was at that time that I scrubbed the strawberry scented shampoo into my hair that I felt a tug on my hand and hair. I pulled my hand away from my hair only to yelp in pain when my head was pulled roughly along with my hand.
Carefully, I worked my tangled fingers out of my lathered locks and discovered two things. That's when I saw it. It was dark in the small space, but somehow the light was flowing through the tiny window at just the right angle to shine directly on the rock on my finger. I put my hand as close to my face as possible and was hit full force with a new memory.
------Flashback-------
"Let's get you ladies situated in the bridal room to pick out your bouquets." The little old lady, Zafrina, said as she motioned for us to follow her out of the chapel and into a side room. She turned to us as we shuffled in and smiled widely.
"A triple wedding! This is so grand!" I snorted and wondered if she would still think that if I told her about my history with Edward. "Now, what I need you ladies to do is choose your bouquets, veils, and music for the ceremony. You will each walk down the aisle to the song of your choice." With that, she left us to our own devices.
I contemplated my chances of running out of the chapel, but quickly realized my legs were still not functioning properly and ignoring my brain for the most part. They were getting the whole right, left, right movement, but apart from that, they were useless.
I watched Alice and Rose flit around the cliché calla lily and rose bouquets before I started my search for the perfect accessories for me. Zafrina came in before I could get my hands on the theme accessories and handed us each some champagne. She felt it would help calm our nerves. I wondered how she couldn't tell I was fucking shitfaced, but didn't mention it to her. I was getting my drink on!
While sipping on my champagne, like the classy lady that I am…I even had my pinkie perched in the air, I skimmed through the theme packages, thinking it could be fun to not go the typical virginal white route.
Gothic seemed to dark and moody.
Elvis has been played out. Plus, it was themed for fat Elvis. Why impersonators don't do him in his hottie years, I'll never know.
Star Trek was just a big no. I may be drunk, but doesn't mean I want to be doing that stupid vulcan thing with my hands and saying 'beam me up Scottie' instead of 'I do.' I have some limits and I haven't completely lost my mind.
I continued finding fault in every theme and started thinking I should give up and have my theme be no theme. That is, until I found the perfect Las Vegas wedding theme…Wayne Newton baby! The fake white roses were bedazzled with thousands of little rhinestones. The veil was the piece de resistance - fucking badass gold lame with white beading in the middle in the form of LV.
I quickly grabbed what I deemed to be the most beautiful veil and bouquet in the entire place, if not the world. Who could resist all that sparkle when the fluorescent lights of the chapel hit the rhinestones? Not me!
We each chose songs to walk down the aisle to and decided to go in alphabetical order by last name. What? We're logical like that.
Alice looked gorgeous walking down the aisle wearing her short white dress and carrying a bouquet of white calla lilies. She glided gracefully toward Jasper to the soft sound of Ode To Joy, twirling when she reached the end of the aisle.
The music switched to Pachelbel's canon in D Major and Rose, looking stunning in her white dress, carrying white roses, practically danced to Emmett waiting for her at the end of the aisle. The music played a little longer before her song stopped and mine started.
I'm too sexy for my love too sexy for my loveLove's going to leave me
Right Said Fred's I'm Too Sexy filled the tiny chapel and everyone's eyes widened as I grinned like a fool. I danced in place, spinning to the music, waiting for what I felt was my cue to walk down the aisle. As soon as I heard "I'm a model you know what I mean…And I do my little turn on the catwalk" I started spinning and strutting down the aisle to my hubby-to-be with my gold lame veil and blinged out roses.
I tuned out for the majority of the ceremony. I saw Rose and Emmett talking to each other, then Alice and Japser doing the same, but didn't pay attention to the words. I was too busy counting how many seconds I could hold my breath and then trying to beat my record.
Edward was looking at me and talking as the minister was speaking to him, which I thought was rude because he kept cutting him off, but before I could chastise him, the old guy turned to me and addressed me.
"Isabella. Repeat after me." I nodded, scared by his serious tone.
"I, Isabella."
"Me. Isabella." I said in my best Tarzan impersonation, doubling over in laughter at how fucking funny I am.
The God guy cleared his throat, obviously not appreciating my humor. I stuck my tongue out at him before continuing.
"I, Isabella." I said in a monotone voice.
"Choose you, Edward."
"Choose you, Eddie." I giggled at the sneer that graced his face at his nickname.
"To be my husband."
"To be my hubby-kins." I was ready to punch myself when I giggled again. Seriously brain, enough with the giggling.
"To respect you in your successes and in your failures, to care for you in sickness and in health, to nurture you, and to grow with you throughout the seasons of life."
"Uh." I looked at the minister. "Ditto." I pointed to him. "What he said." I gave every one a quick smile and curtsied.
When it came time to put the ring on my finger, it took us 3 tries to get it on the correct finger. The first time, we had the wrong hand completely. Once we straightened out that he was to put the ring on my left hand, he shoved it on my finger, which happened to be my middle finger, not the ring finger. Soap and water later, my middle finger was ring free and it's friend next door was weighed down with the tremendous burden of a big ole' rock surrounded by white gold.
A quick high-five in lieu of a kiss, and I was Mrs. Edward Cullen.
-----End Flashback-----
Fuck! Shit! Damn it all to the pits of hell!
I fucking got married.
To Edward.
I hurriedly jumped out of the shower, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around my body not taking the time to dry myself off. I had something more important to do. I snuck quietly to the door, ignoring the fact that I had just been pretty loud getting out of the shower, so being quiet now was just silly.
I stealthily opened the bathroom door just enough for my head to fit through - I felt like a ninja warrior or some shit like that. Taking a deep breath, I slowly pushed my head through the opening and took a peek at what, or I should say who, was in the bed.
Huh.
Empty.
I became brave and completely stepped from the bathroom and into the bedroom in search of other life. I found the bedroom as empty as the bed and began to feel relief that maybe I had imagined things. Although, the ring on my left hand points to the whole imagination thing not being the case.
I walked through the entire suite and found no signs of another person being in the quite with me. I finally released the breath I had been holding and sat on a barstool trying to figure out what was going on. Without thinking about my actions, I dropped my head down to the bar's countertop and banged it a couple times before I realized that was a horrible thing to do when suffering from a hangover.
I knew I wasn't going to get any closer to remembering what exactly happened by just sitting around, so I walked to the suite's entryway and grabbed my phone out of my purse. Quickly going through my contacts, I chose the first person I thought that could fill me I on the events of the previous night.
Three voicemail messages later and I was no where closer to figuring anything out. Alice, Rose and Emmett didn't answer their phones, and I always forget to get Jasper's number, so I was stuck in the land of the lost memories.
I decided I should call Victoria to check in on things and get my mind off the beautiful, albeit scary as all hell, ring sitting on my left hand.
"Hello?" Victoria's smooth voice instantly relaxed me.
"Tori. Hey!" I put on my happy voice to fool both her and myself into thinking everything was just fine.
"Hiya Bells! How's your mini vacation? Have you guys gone to the chapel for the ceremony yet? What did Rose wear? I bet she was a beautiful bride. When are you coming home? How…" I cut off her onslaught of questions and pulled the phone back to check and make sure I called Victoria and not Alice. She was exhibiting pixie-like exuberance.
"Slow down! To answer your questions. Good. Yes. White dress. Yes, she was. Not sure." I paused. "Oh, and I have this really strange feeling that I got married last night." I grimaced and before she had time to react, I continued. "So, how are things there?"
"Back the fuck up?" She screeched.
"Did you want more details on Rose's dress? She had a white rose bouquet. Huh. I just realized Rose chose roses for her bouquet. I wonder if she realized how funny that…" I didn't get a chance to finish my rambling because Victoria felt the need to cut me off.
"Damn it Bella. You drank, didn't you." She huffed. "You don't even have to answer that. You only do stupid shit when drunk. Fuck!" I was speechless. Tori never even said stupid, let alone really cursed, always worried Irina would hear her.
"I'm so sorry, Tori." Between the pain in my head and knowing I disappointed Victoria, I was in tears. "I don't even know if I did. I have very sketchy memories of last night. I even super-imposed Edward's face onto that of my" I gulped "husband in my memories."
"So, you have supposed memories about getting married?" She spoke slowly, obviously trying her hardest to stay calm. "Then what makes you think you got married? You could just be thinking about Rose and Emmett's wedding. You know how you daydream sometimes?"
"I supposed that would be a good explanation…if I didn't have a huge rock of a wedding ring sitting on my left ring finger mocking me." I sighed and laid my head down on the counter, gently this time.
"So fucking stupid, Bella." She mumbled a few other things I didn't quite catch before going into lecture mode, or mom-mode as I call it.
"Bella. You are twenty-two years old and old enough to know better than to do these stupid things. Just wait until I get my hands on your friends for allowing this to happen." I heard her take a deep breath. "Where is his husband of your's?"
"Not sure. He wasn't here when I came out of the shower and I'm not even sure if he was here before that either." I answered, lifting my head up to see if there were any signs that another person had been in the suite. Nothing. "Good news, though. I woke up in the outfit I wore out last night, so it looks like there was no sexin' involved."
"Oh. Well that makes this all better." She replied sarcastically. "You need to call the chapel and ask for a copy of the marriage license so you can find out who the fuck this bastard is that you are married to. I'll call Mr. Jenks and have him on stand-by to draw up the paperwork to get this little situation taken care of." She finished with a huff, obviously exasperated by my stupidity.
"Okay." I held back my tears. "I'm really sorry I disappointed you, Victoria." I spoke softly, feeling horrible for making a fool of myself after everything she has done to get me where I am today…minus the being married part.
"We all make mistakes, my dear. Let's fix this one and move on."
We spoke a bit longer, discussing Irina, the club, and a few other ventures that have been in the works for a while. I knew I needed to call the chapel and find out what my husband's name is, so we ended the call with the promise that I would call again as soon as I had more information.
I got off the phone and dialed Alice again, needing her to give me the name of the chapel or even the name of my husband if she remembered it from last night. There was still no answer, so I decided to wait a little longer before trying again. It was possible she was still in bed with Jasper celebrating their honeymoon.
As I was about to place my phone back in my purse, a gold and pink card sitting by my bag cause my eye. I picked it up and found that it read 'Congratulations' in bold letters on the front. Opening it up, I found another note of congratulations, along with a cheesy love poem. What kept my interest was that it was signed Little Chapel of Love. I realized this had to be where we went, so I quickly dialed information and got their phone number, calling them instantly.
"Hello. Little Chapel of Love. This is Nessie. How may I fill your wedding needs today?" It was a young voice that answered, so I knew it wasn't the old lady from my memory.
"Uh. Hi." I cleared my throat. "Listen. I have something crazy I need to ask you." I stumbled over my words, causing the girl to interrupt me.
"I live in Vegas and work at a 24-hour wedding chapel. Let me be the judge of the crazy-factor." She giggled and then waited for me to continue. I took a deep breath to prepare myself.
"Okay. So, my friends, two couples, were getting married last night, and I think I was talked into a free wedding because of some special you are running. Anyway, so I think I got married there last night and I need to find out who the lucky guy is that I got hitched to." The word vomit finally stopped and I waited, biting my lip.
"Um…are you sure it was here?" She questioned after a moment.
"Well, I think so. I have a tacky gold and pink card with your chapel's name on it, no offence. Are there multiple ones? Like franchises?" I was getting worried that I would be spending all day calling to just find the right chapel.
"No. We're the only Little Chapel of Love. It's just…" She paused, sounding highly confused. "It's just we are running any specials right now. In fact, we would never give away a free wedding. Zafrina would never go for that."
"Zafrina! That's the old lady that was there last night!" I was excited that I remembered the old lady's name.
"Yes. She's the owner. She was filling in last night." She spoke slowly, not understanding why I was excited.
"She's the one that told us about the special. Buy two wedding packages and get one for free." I explained to her. "Can you just check your records or something? Look for Alice Brandon."
Nessie put me on hold after stating she would check the books for the night before. I waited, listening to awful love-themed music, while Nessie was hopefully getting information on who I was married to. I would worry about the whole 'special' thing later.
"Got it. It states here that there was a triple wedding last night, but nothing about one of them being free." She hummed as I assumed she was reading over the information. "Aw yes. It was a request that we tell the group that one wedding would be free, but all three were paid for. Strange."
"So, wait. I was set up?" I narrowed my eyes, even though the room was empty. I didn't realize this was some conspiracy to get me married off.
"Um…I guess?" I felt bad that Nessie was the one to have to give me this news, but she was lucky I wasn't venting my frustration on her.
"Listen. My name is Isabella Swan. Can you tell me the name of the man listed next to my name as the groom?" I remained polite, thankful that she was giving me so much information.
"I'm so sorry. But, I can't do that." She said, and I could tell she was nervous about what my reaction would be. Just as I was about to explain the whole horrible situation to her, the door to the suite opened and in stepped the last person I wanted to see.
Edward.
"Never mind. I figured it out." I threw the phone toward the door as Edward closed it, his eyes locked on mine.
"What the fuck was that for?" He jumped when the phone smashed against the now closed door.
"That was for fucking marrying me." I yelled, jumping from my position on the barstool.
"You weren't really that hard to convince last night." He said smugly. He lifted his arms and I noticed he had 4 different drinks and a large bag in his hand. "I wasn't sure what you would want to drink, so I got an assortment of choices. And there are about twenty different pastries in the bag." He set everything down on the island counter top. "Help yourself."
"Don't change the fucking subject douche bag." I seethed, stepping up to him so we were chest to chest.
"I'm not. I don't know why you are being such a psycho this morning, so I thought maybe if I told you there was food, you would calm the fuck down." He narrowed his eyes and spoke to me through gritted teeth.
"So, you trick me into marrying you last night and you think I can be calmed down with food?" I looked him as though he had two heads. "Are you out of your fucking mind?"
"I didn't trick you into marrying me. You were just as willing as I was last night." He yelled, still standing chest to chest with me, towering over me as I glared up at him.
"What else was I willing to do last night?" I placed my hands on his chest to push him away, but he grabbed them and kept them planted where they were. "Did you take advantage of me while I was too intoxicated to know what I was doing?"
"You know me better than that, Bella." He dropped his head as though he was saddened by the thought he would have sex with me while I was drunk.
"Oh, that's right. I served my purpose 4 years ago. I'm nothing to you. Why would you want to fuck me when I am sure there is a classroom full of willing students to meet your fetish needs." I pulled from his grasp and began to walk away from him. I was stopped by his hand on my wrist, pulling me back until I was flush against him.
"You don't know anything." He growled at me. I tried to wiggle free from his grip, but he tightened his hand and brought his other arm around my waist.
"Then fucking tell me. I would just love to understand." I told him sarcastically. I just needed to get away from being in such close proximity. I was having a hard time breathing, let alone remembering what I was even angry about.
Oh yeah. He's my fucking husband.
"Come on, hubby. Tell your old ball and chain what I don't know." I was able to shove him off of me and move back to the stool I was on earlier. It completely slipped my mind that I was in nothing but a towel until I felt cold air and heard a thud on the ground.
I looked down to see a towel pooled at my feet and me in nothing but my birthday suit. Raising my gaze up, my eyes settled on Edward, who was busy staring at my now towel-less body. His eyes moved up to meet mine and I noticed the green of his eyes was so dark they were almost black. A look of determination crossed his face and he took two quick strides to me.
I was so caught up in the fact that I was standing in the middle of the suite naked that I didn't realize what he was doing until he grabbed my waist and lifted me to the counter top behind me, pushing the barstools out of the way. I heard the clanking of the stools as they hit the ground, along with some glass breaking. It didn't even register that something broke because I was too caught up in the fact that Edward's hands were now all over me.
I watched as Edward followed with his eyes, the movement of his hands as they caressed and traveled over every inch of my body. It felt as though he was trying to engrain every detail into his memory in case this was the last time he got to see it. And that's when I remembered our situation.
I shoved him away from me and ignored the pained expression that crossed his face. I didn't feel like dealing with his mood swings and needed to figure out what we were going to do about this whole marriage mess.
"What the fuck?!" I yelled at him. "What gives you the right to look at or tough me in that way?" I moved to jump down from the counter, glaring at him the entire time.
The disappointment on his face was quickly replaced with fierce determination as he approached me again.
"Shut the fuck up." He whispered harshly to me before placing his hands on either side of my face and crashing his lips to mine. Shocked, I remained still until my mouth decided to betray me and move against Edward's.
I felt Edward's hands release their iron grip on my face and refocus on their task of tracing every inch of me. His right hand stopped on my breast, and he began to knead it, before roughly rubbing his thumb against the very hardened peak of my nipple. I moaned, cursing myself the entire time for allowing this to happen. I knew I would stop it before it got too far, but I felt the need to experience as much of Edward as I could before reality really sunk in.
"Fuck, Bella." He groaned, pulling away to look at me before lowering his mouth to mine again in an urgent kiss. Without waiting for any sign of acceptance, I felt him force his tongue into my slightly parted lips. I moaned again, which only urged him on as one hand grabbed the back of my neck and pulled me to him roughly.
My brain began screaming at me to stop this and that it was only going to end up hurting me, but my body had other plans. As my left hand reached up and fisted his hair, my right hand grasped onto his shirt and pulled him to me as I laid back against the counter I was still sitting on.
The position was awkward, but I couldn't care about that at the moment. I was only concerned with getting as much of Edward touching me as possible. I wrapped my lags around his waist as he positioned himself to lean over me. Before I was completely laying on my back, I felt something in my way. I brushed my arm behind me forcefully and heard a heavy crash when whatever it was hit the ground.
"Shit. This isn't working." Edward mumbled before grabbing me and picking me up with my legs still wrapped around his waist. The movement snapped me out of my lust induced fog and I tried to shove myself away from him. Unfortunately, this only caused him to tighten his hold on me and lose his footing, crashing on his back into the coffee table. The thin glass broke around us and we laid there as still as possible.
"Um." I wasn't sure what to say. "Oops?" I shrugged my shoulders and looked around us. The glass broke in large pieces, so we carefully stood and I was mindful to keep my naked body away from the broken shards. I didn't need pieces of glass in my precious punani.
Without a word, I rushed to the bedroom and decided I needed to get dressed and begin packing my bags. I couldn't be in the same room as him any longer. And I would deal with the whole marriage issue once we were both back in New York. I didn't even know how to tell Victoria about this. I went to grab a bra and panties from my luggage when I was grabbed and pushed up against the bedroom wall.
The force of my impact caused the plasma TV on the wall next to me to fall. I was shocked, but that immediately changed to passion as soon as I felt Edward's soft, gentle lips back on mine. I was sick of being the only one in this suite without clothes on, so I reached for the hem of Edward's shirt and pulled it over his head swiftly.
I pushed him away from me and toward the bed. I followed him every step of the way, kissing him, then pushing him during each step. I felt so powerful forcing him to do as I wished and he seemed so vulnerable as he kept eye contact me the entire time. My need to leave the suite was gone and replaced with a need to feel Edward inside me.
Two steps away from the bed, he figured out that he was no longer in charge and took control back, standing his ground when I pushed him again. Instead, he picked me up and moved me to the dresser against the wall. I wanted to ask why he was avoiding the bed, but shut up when he set me on the dresser and his hand moved down to the apex of my legs. He roughly stroked my folds before plunging a finger into my dripping core. Adding another finger, he increased the speed of the thrusts of his fingers and leaned down to take a hardened nipple into his mouth, biting gently.
My back arched into his mouth and moaned loudly at the sensation of his fingers inside me and his mouth on me. I hadn't felt something so intense in four years and it was almost overwhelming.
"Oh Bella. I missed you so much." He groaned against my skin.
"Ungh. Edward. Me too." I tried to speak through thrusts of his fingers inside me, but this stopped as soon as a third finger entered me and curled to hit me in the exact spot I needed him to. That, in combination with his teeth grazing against my nipple and his thumb pressing on my clit, caused me to scream out in ecstasy, stars appearing in my vision.
Once I came down from my high, I pushed against Edward yet again. The movement of me pushing against him after the fierce motion of him finger fucking me caused the vase sitting on the dresser to topple over and crash to the ground. I jumped from the dresser and stalked toward him.
"You know I can't stand you, right?" I seethed at him.
"Yeah, I know. You're really showing it." He hissed at me.
I used all my energy to shove him to the bed, causing him to fall on his back in the middle of the bed from the force. In one swift motion, I had his pants and boxers removed, leaving him finally as naked as I was. I jumped up on the bed and straddled him before leaning down and roughly kissing him. I bit his bottom lip lightly, pulling it slightly as I moved my face away from his. He groaned and ground his rock hard erection against my, dangerously close to my slick core.
"Fuck Bella. I just want to be inside of you." I smirked at him and raised an eyebrow, before reaching down and placing him at my entrance as I lifted my hips up slightly. I didn't say a word to him, but kept eye contact, as I impaled myself onto his long, thick shaft.
We both immediately moaned from the feeling of him filling me completely. I remained still for a moment to fully enjoy the amazing feel of him inside of me. "Shit, you feel so fucking good."
"You are as tight as I remember." He grinned at me, placing his hands on my hips and moving me at the pace that he felt necessary. I was too overwhelmed by the need to feel him that I couldn't move of my own accord, so him doing the work for me was what I needed.
I snapped out of my thoughts and began working myself up and down, until the need to feel him at a different angle became too much. He seemed to read my mind, which only reminded me of how perfect we are for each other, and flipped me over to lay on my back. In a second he was hovering over me, thrusting into me roughly. He bent his head down and bit lightly on my neck before licking it to soothe the pain.
I reached up and grabbed fistfuls of his hair, pulling his face to mine forcefully, crushing my lips to his in an urgent kiss, full of all the pain and anger I felt the last four years. He continued to thrust into me as his lips moved down to continue to explore my neck and collarbone.
"You taste so fucking amazing." He murmured into my shoulder.
"Fuck me, Edward. Fuck me hard." I met his thrusts with force and wrapped my legs around him, pulling him into me deeper. "Faster."
I needed to switch positions again, still not able to get enough of him, so it was my turn to flip him. Unfortunately, I didn't think about where I was flipping him and he rolled right off the bed, taking me with him. I tried to grab the nightstand, but it wasn't sturdy enough for the force of the two of us falling, so it fell along with the lamp atop it.
In a move that I am still not sure how he managed, he positioned me on all fours, and thrust into me from behind. I screamed loudly at the invasion, but that quickly changed to moans and screams of pleasure. He grabbed my hair in one hand and pulled while his other hand reached around to my bundle of nerves and pressed lightly. I pushed myself back onto him as he continued his assault from behind and pressed harder onto my clit.
I was hit full force with the most intense orgasm I have ever felt. I think I blacked out for a moment before coming back to consciousness just in time to feel his movements quicken, his thrusts harder than I anything I have felt before. We both let out guttural groans as another wave of pleasure hit me and I milked him as he spilled his hot seed into me.
"Fuck."
"Shit."
"That was insane."
"Yeah."
We gradually rose from our places on the floor and I pulled him to lay with me on the bed. My legs were not ready to function properly, so I practically fell on top of him, placing my head on his chest. We remained in this position for a while, him tracing patterns on my back as I lightly trailed my fingers along the lines of his abs. His body was just as amazing as I remembered and I wanted to remember it just in case this was the last time I saw it.
Once we were both calm and our breathing back to normal, I knew we had to get through the hard part. If there was to be a chance for us to move on, together or separately, we needed to have an important talk. And apparently, I felt right after mind-blowing sex was the right time.
"Alright. I think it's time to explain yourself." I lifted my head to place my chin on his bare chest. "What happened 4 years ago?" He looked down at me with a sad expression and sighed.
"Let's get dressed first." He gently pushed me to get me to roll off of him as he sat up and slid off the bed. I followed suit and we were quickly dressed and sitting back on the bed staring at each other in uncomfortable silence.
"I'm waiting." I said impatiently when it didn't seem like he was going to start speaking.
"I'm just trying to figure out where to start." He shrugged and looked around the room.
"The beginning is always good." I said cheekily and rolled my eyes. Taking a deep breath, Edward turned to face me head on.
"Okay. But, no interruptions. I want to explain everything and then if you have questions, we'll talk about them after. Okay?" I nodded.
"I want to start by saying the things I said to you that night in Port Angeles were all lies. I didn't know how else to do what I needed to do." He sighed again and roughly ran both hands through his hair. "Fuck. I don't even know how to say this."
"Um. Alright." He returned his eyes to mine and kept them trained on me as he spoke, obviously watching my reactions to his story.
"Around a week before graduation, I received an envelope on my doorstep at home. It wasn't mail and had nothing but my name on the outside. The contents of the envelope were photos of the two of us together. And by together I mean in private moments at our houses and even at the club. There was nothing else in the envelope, so I blew it off. I mean, I didn't know what the deal was, but I didn't want to think about it. I was too happy with how close we were to being able to be together."
"Then, one day, James shows up in my classroom after the last bell rang and everyone was out of the school. He was going on and on about knowing that you wouldn't just dump him because you two were meant to be together and that he ended up following you one night when he saw you leaving your house. He followed you through the woods and saw you enter my house. Apparently, he decided to keep up his surveillance for a while before confronting us. He wanted to make sure he had enough proof to scare us and get what he wanted."
"So, that afternoon he told me he would be sending the photos to Tanya, who he thought was my girlfriend, if I didn't end things with you. He said he was sick of trying to get you jealous by making out with Lauren in front of you every chance he had. Of course, she was more than willing to do anything to upset you, so she went along with his plan. I told him he was full of shit and to go ahead and send the photos. I figured if anything he would send them to Tanya and that would be the end of it since she obviously knew all about us."
"Anyway, when I attempted to call his bluff, what I didn't take into account was the fact that Tanya was technically living with her parents and they have an extreme need to know all of her business. They ended up opening the envelope and finding the photos."
I gasped and my hand flew to my mouth. I bit my lip to make sure I didn't interrupt and start asking for their reaction to the contents since I knew he would be getting to that part soon.
"Yeah. So, I received an urgent call from Tanya one afternoon on my way home from school telling me I had to get to her house as soon as possible. And by her house, I mean her parent's house. I won't go into the gruesome details, but the gist of the meeting once I got there was that I was to discontinue seeing you."
I shook my head and held my hand up. "I know you asked for no interruptions, but I expect you to tell me all of the details. No skipping." I waved my hand in front of him. "Now proceed…with details."
"As you wish. They told me they would get your scholarship to UW revoked, along with write letters to every school you applied to and make sure you were blacklisted. Basically, by the end of their little retaliation, you would be lucky to get into a technical college. And of course, then there was the threat against me to send the photos to the school board along with every media outlet known to man."
"The only way they would agree to not follow through with the threats was for me to agree to end things with you. And I need to explain that her parents are horrid, disgusting people. It amazes me that someone as nice and sweet as Tanya could ever come from them." He shook his head and paused as it seemed he was trying to figure out what else to say.
"They insisted that I end things with you in a way that would make you understand, and remember this is in their words, 'what a useless, stupid little girl you were to think you could ever be with someone like me'. It took me days to figure out how to do it without hurting you in any way, but it was unavoidable. It wasn't until we were out to dinner and you ran into someone from the school that I decided I needed to just get it over with. I didn't need to wait so long to do it that someone else found out about us."
"The one thing that made it all easier was that I knew you didn't love me. I mean, I had said it so many times to you, but you never said it in return. I knew you would move on from our fling and go to college to meet your true love. Obviously, it wasn't me." He slouched, defeated, but that didn't stop me from raising my hand and slapping him.
"What was that for?" He looked at me with wide eyes, shocked by my reaction.
"That was for saying I didn't love you. And also for telling me that you told me you loved me many times." I raised my hands in the air exasperated. "You always said you loved me in the heat of the moment, usually when your dick was in my mouth."
"What are you talking about?" I didn't say anything. Instead, I watched as he thought back to what I'm guessing was all the times he said he loved me. It was like a light went on in his head as he went through the multiple times he said it. "Fuck."
"Yeah." I titled my head. "So, forgive me that I didn't say it back. I mean apart from the obvious reason that there was something in my mouth, I felt it was just wrong to say it when hormones were high. I wanted it to be during a moment that meant something other than fulfilling our need to touch each other."
"Bella. Are you saying you did love me?" The pain in his eyes almost broke me, but I wanted to hear more. He had four fucking years to explain to me and I wanted to hear about all of it.
"Nuh uh. You still have more to explain to me." I moved to lean against the headboard and stretch my legs out.
"I don't know what else you want to hear from me. I stayed teaching for two years. I was miserable, so I quit my job and decided it was time to think about other options. The entire time I was being watched by Tanya's family. It took two years before Tanya finally decided that her family's wealth and acceptance wasn't enough. You see, about a month after we split, her parent found out about Victoria. Like I said, they were watching us pretty closely."
"So, like they did with me, they forced Tanya to remove Victoria from her life as forcefully as possible. It broke her heart and the two of us completely miserable for two years got to her. She finally walked right out of their home and hasn't been back since."
"We moved to Seattle for a little while, both trying to find you and Victoria. Little did we know you were together. I tried over and over to get Alice and Rose to tell me where you were. Emmett's fist met my face a few times that I tried to go around and talk to them. And Jasper was apparently kept in the dark for those first few years as well because he would just tell me he had no idea. It wasn't until one night last year that I was able to get Alice to listen to me. I explained everything with Tanya there to back me up."
"It took another 3 months to get Rose and Emmett to listen to me. They told me you were in New York, happy and doing well. That's when I applied to med school at NYU and began making plans to go to you. My brother lives there, so he was able to help me with the apartment search and has some pull at NYU, so it all worked out. So, that basically gets us to when we saw each other a few weeks ago. I finally moved to New York and was about to set out on my search to locate you when you happened to show up."
"And that's that?" I asked. I still had questions, but I felt we had talked enough for the day. My head was still pounding from my hangover and now I had to deal with the onslaught of information I just received. I had a lot to think about and digest. But first, I just really wanted a nap.
Without saying a word, I moved myself to lay under the covers and motioned for Edward to join me. He obeyed and moved swiftly to lay next to me, pulling the covers up and moving his arm up to allow me to lay my head on his chest. We both fell asleep instantly.
A/N: Anyone else exhausted? Did Edward's explanation redeem him at least a little?
Peace out.