A/N: I had fun with this chapter... hehe. XD And it's in more than one POV this time (I'm switchin' it up, yo!)… guess who! Haha.)
And, this chapter can be controversial for die-hard Twilight fans. I really dislike a certain character in the book, and it's apparent starting now. And, my take on Edward isn't as… refined as Meyer's version. I think he should be more of a bad ass, so in my story, he is. Tough shit.
If I haven't said it already, I also think Meyer's Bella is a whiny bitch. So, I made her a porn star and gave her a little more balls. Like with Edward, tough shit.
Ps- I have no interest in football (well, besides playing it. I kickass.); and I'm not going to anytime in the near future. SO, I made up a football team. Baha, oh well. Ennnnnjoy.
Pps- I can't stay away from the smut… so if you really don't want to read it, skip the part I have pointed out in this chapter. :)
Many Shades Of Black
Ch. 4:
Chapter In Which Dates Are Forgotten, Pants Are Jizzed, And Injuries Transpire.
Song(s):
(I can't find any. D:) Uh… Fall For You – Secondhand Serenade… I guess…
"So, where're we headed anyways?" I asked Emmett, touching up my hair in the fold out mirror.
"That new restaurant across town, Eclipse." He grinned from ear-to-ear. I'd have to grill him about how he got reservations in so fast, last time Bella and I had called there was a four month waiting list.
I had a feeling we were in for an unorthodox date, and strangely, I was more excited than I had been in awhile.
-Alice's POV-
"So, James, how d'you and Emmett know each other?" Bella started awkwardly; as Emmett sped down the road at a speed I approved of. Bella… not so much.
"I'm on the Seattle Seahawks, too." He replied, grinning widely. I rolled my eyes, football was so pointless. I decided to voice that opinion. "What's the point of football? You throw a piece of leather around, and hit each other for said scrap. Doesn't sound enjoyable."
I was met with 2 pair of wide eyes, and Bella holding her hand over her mouth to hold in the giggles that were obviously trying to erupt.
"Football is an important part of American life! And it's not 'leather'! It's a FOOTBALL."
"I do not hit men; I tackle them. And there's much more to the sport than that…"
"Aliiiiiice, you don't say that in a car full of muscular football-playing men that can kick your ass!"
I heard all at once. I decided to disregard the chatter, and state the obvious.
"Just go shopping. Burns as many calories, with much less sweat, and you have new clothes afterwards."
Once again, 2 pair of wide eyes stared back at me.
"Whaaaaaaaat?!" I said back, puffing out my lower lip and crossing my arms, grumbling. Pfft, men.
After a few minutes of unnerving silence, we were all startled by Emmett's proclamation, "WE'RE HEREEEE!" And shot into a parking space near the back of the lot. I noticed there were only 2 spaces open after we parked; it was crammed. I glanced at the clock – 7:29pm.
I was already enthusiastic about tonight; I hoped we'd go dancing afterwards. It was no wonder Bella always was such a Debbie Downer; she needed to drink more often.
Em helped me out of the gargantuan green jeep, his hand lingering on my leg longer than necessary. I heard Bella's timorous scream as James helped her out of the other side – she's such a priss.
We hurried inside to keep out of the January chill, and were met with the most gorgeous restaurant I'd ever seen. When you walked inside, the restrooms were discreetly placed to the right, in a little nook. The register was behind a half-wall that had a lattice carving throughout the bottom, and the place had a winery-ish theme. The walls were a light brown wood, with circular carvings. The floor was dark purple tile, with a gritty texture. Different sections were separated with half-walls, the same lattice pattern as the half-wall holding the register.
"Emmett, this place is amazing! It's probably expensive though, I doubt I can afford it." I said, worry creeping into my tone. He rubbed my shoulder reassuringly, "I'm paying for you, wifey. No worries!"
I gaped at him. "No, no, no, no, no. No! It's too much." I turned around, with every intention of leaving.
But, Emmett wasn't having that. "Honey, come back. I didn't want to tell you, but I might, kindof, co-own Eclipse. It's on the house." I turned in place.
"Come again?" I couldn't fathom a male creating this stunning place.
"My brother, Edward, and I own this here establishment." He said, knocking on the wall. "So, I don't have to pay, therefore neither do you, Bella, or James." He finished with a large grin.
Best thing about tonight's that we're not fighting,
Could it be that we have been this way before?
I glanced over at Bella and James, in deep discussion, waiting for someone to seat us. I had forgotten about their existence in my brief rant.
Emmett found something in my face comical, because suddenly his booming laugh filled my ears.
I rolled my eyes, and walked back over to Bella and James, who were talking about occupations.
"…yah, I work in the porn industry… did I just say that out loud? Oops…" I heard Bella say. That's a mental face palm. While I found a job editing children's books after college for LittleAngels Book Company, Bella liked the pay in BigTease Productions, so she stayed. Whatever floats your boat, I guess.
James didn't make it a big deal, however. "Oh? Hm. What have you been in?" Bella's expression lightened at this; it was one of her worst fears to have a guy not give her a chance because of her job.
Something about James just seemed… off to me, though. Even if he was okay with Bella's body being shown to others on TV, maybe he liked it too much. He gave off a serious creeper vibe. But, whatever made Bella happy, I suppose.
They went back off into a conversation about different movies she'd been in, and which he had seen.
Finally, a gorgeous man with shaggy bronze hair that fell sinuously over his smoldering green eyes came to seat us. He was almost as handsome as Emmett. Looking over at Bella, I could tell she noticed his looks, too. He stared straight at her all the way to our table, and after we were seated (Emmett and I on one side of the table, Bella and James on the other), he gave us each a menu, and spoke straight to Bella while asking for our drink order.
She stared at the waiter still, not comprehending what he had asked. "Bella, drink order?" I kicked her under the table, hoping she'd hear me at least.
She stuttered, "A w-water with lem-mon, please," which gave away her infatuation. Now that I could see James in light, he wasn't bad himself. His long dirty blonde hair was pulled back into a ponytail, and he had some stubble. But, I would sex up the waiter over James any day, and my date took the award for sexiest man alive.
The rest of us gave our drinks soon after, James starting and then finishing with me and Emmett. When the bronze-haired man left, Emmett spoke up. "Guys, that's my brother, Eddie. Don't call him that though, he might hurt you. His real name is Edward. He's engaged, to be married to Rosalie." His words were full of loathing, and Bella took notice, her eyes (slightly glazed over just from their previous eye contact) snapping to attention. I leaned back, 'tsk'ing her in my head.
-Bella's POV-
Oh. My. God. Who is that gorgeous man leading us? Can he take them to a table and find us a bed? Or a wall, that'd work just as well. Mmmm wall sex with Mr. Mystery Waiter. I'll have to get his name, so I can scream it…
My thoughts trailed off as we sat. Suddenly, I had no interest in the man sitting next to me. He wasn't ugly by any means, but the Greek god standing beside me (was he sporting a boner? Damn waiter aprons… I couldn't tell) overshadowed everyone else.
Only after a few seconds of everyone staring at me, did I realize he asked a question. "Bella, drink order?" Alice gladly brought me back to Earth, along with a bruise to the shin. I blinked, trying to get words to come out. "A w-water with lem-mon, please," I managed to get out. Brilliant, Bella. He thinks you're an inept moron. /facepalm.
I only heard Emmett's next words in the back of my mind, until 'to be married' was spoken. Suddenly, the room was spinning, and I focused on Emmett. Of course, Edward was already taken. He was 12 shades of dazzling, and was probably awesome in bed.
Alice's idea of getting shit-faced was sounding very good right about now. Did I just willingly commend an idea of Alice's? Something's truly wrong with me.
-Edward's POV-
Tonight blows. I'm stuck working. Emmett and I have no need to work, we're the owners. We supervise, and get the cash. So why the fuck am I serving people? Oh yah, because that bitch Victoria called in 'sick'. She's probably just out fucking Mike. I need to put a post-it somewhere where she'll see it… 'Doctor called, your herpes test came back positive'… I have better things to do! I could be at my apartment, drinking with Rosalie, and trying to keep her out of my pants. HA, who am I kidding, she wouldn't be out for long…
And then she walked in. The brunette beauty that made me lose every coherent thought. I wanted to bend her over right then and there and fuck her to Monday and back. …And now I'm hard. Thanks, fantasies.
I escorted them to a table, making sure they were in my designated section. I didn't want this woman out of my sight for long.
She seemed to be infatuated with me as well, however, for when I asked for drinks (staring at her), she only stared vacantly in response. I suppressed a chuckle, as her small friend said "Bella, drink order?" Ahh, so I know her name now. Bella, it's fitting. Sexy as hell, just like she is.
"A w-water with lem-mon, please." She was gorgeous when she stuttered. More so than usual, that is.
And then the man beside her spoke. I thought I might growl, when I realized they were here, together. Images of me ripping his body limb from limb flew to mind, and sounded very appealing.
Get yourself together, Edward. She's one girl, and can't compare to the sex goddess Rosalie you have waiting… who am I kidding? I bet Bella is twenty times better in bed. Hm, we could find out. Just follow me, Bella… My mind screamed to tell her to get up, come for a walk, but I knew I couldn't. I'd probably regret it though.
I absent-mindedly took the little woman and large man's orders, before storming off back to the kitchen.
I was sure my thoughts would be on Bella, and things those wonderful lips of hers could do, all night.
-Alice's POV-
Emmett, Emmett, Emmett.
Why did I agree to this again? Oh yah, because he's sexy and I saw him naked today. Damn you, hormones.
As I scanned the mostly Italian menu (A/N: Sorry, this is me mocking the food in Twilight. XD Anyone else notice they always eat Italian in the book? Lol.), his hand was making slow circles on my leg, starting at my knee, and getting closer to the juncture between my legs with each circle. After about 8 of these, his fingertips went under my dress just a little, but it was enough to make me jump slightly.
Emmett: 3; Self-Consciousness: 0. I should really work on that.
During this little tease, we were discussing movies. I INSISTED that The Notebook was better than A Walk To Remember and P.S. I Love You, but Bells and Em had different opinions.
"P.S. I Love You is the only click flick I can watch, Ali! C'mon, you know it's the best."
"I will not dignify you with a response unless you can use my full name, Emmie!"
"Both of you are wrong! A Walk To Remember is by far the best chick flick."
Through our bickering, James didn't say one word. He looked anxious, almost.
In the middle of me yelling at everyone that The Notebook pwned, Edward came back with our drinks. Bella lit up – she wouldn't be bothering me about chick flicks for awhile.
"Here you go, Be- miss." He said, putting Bella's lemon water in front of her with extra care, and shoving James, Emmett's, and my drinks at us.
"Ready to order?" He said absent-mindedly. It seemed Emmett was the more outgoing of the two.
Bella spoke almost instantly. "I'll have a medium fettuccini alfredo with an extra garlic bread." I was taken aback, I never saw her so much as open her menu.
James went second, "I'll take the chicken parmesan."
I opened my mouth to speak, but Em cut me off. "We'll have the extra-large shrimp penne, to share, please." I glared at him, even though that's what I was going to order in the first place.
Tonight will be the night
That I will fall for you, over again,
Don't make me change my mind…
"Do you need anything else, perhaps?" The waiter was once again staring intently at Bella.
"No, I think we're good." I spoke up, since everyone else was silent.
"Hm. Call me if you need anything." It was either my imagination, or Edward sounded defeated. I'd have to ask Bella. But, before I got a chance, she exclaimed she had to pee, and ran towards the front of the restaurant where the kitchen/counter/bathrooms were.
After she left, conversation died down a bit. Emmett's hand was still making those damned circles on my leg, and James didn't have much to talk about without Bella here. So, I decided to make conversation on a topic I truly had no interest in – football.
"Is your team like, good at football?"
James and Emmett locked eyes for a mere moment, and James answered.
"Of course we are. Would I hang out with Emmett outside of mandatory football practices and games if we didn't?" And lightly punched Em in the arm.
"Ali, you are coming to our next game. Or, if I can't get you a ticket on short notice, you'll have to watch it on the telly, mmmmkay?"
I held in the groan. "Okay, I guess. But only if you agree to go shopping with me!"
Emmett's huge smile told me I did something wrong. …like ask him out for a second date, in essence. Shit.
"Fine, babe, whaaatever you say." And that satisfied smile remained.
Because a girl like you is impossible to find,
You're impossible to find…
I rolled my eyes, but my mind was racing, thinking of all the possibilities. I'd never said what kind of shopping, nor where, nor had I mentioned if anyone else was attending.
"So, Alice, what do you do for a living?" James said, placing his head in his hands.
"I edit bo-" And, for the second time tonight, Em cut me off. "She edits books at LittleAngels Book Company, y'know the children's books?"
I turned to him, raising an eyebrow. I was sure I hadn't told him that, I probably wouldn't even remember that in my drunken state. "That one I learned on my own. I was looking at books on the LittleAngels website for a teammate's little girl's birthday coming up soon, and it lists the staff members at the top of the page." And his glorious dimpled smile got bigger. Would he ever stop smiling?
From the corner of my eye (My line of sight was still magnetized to Emmett's face), I saw James start fidgeting with his phone. In the back of my mind, I thought of how rude it was to text during a date, even if Bella wasn't there at the moment.
…where was Bella? "James, what time is it?"
"It's… 7:51. I'm calling Bella's phone." He replied, his face full of concern, although his eyes didn't quite match his countenance. He held the sleek silver device up to his ear for a moment, and after about 30 seconds, hung up. "No answer."
I climbed over the hulk of Emmett, stood up to go look for her, turned, and ran straight into… Bella? "Where the hell were you?!"
"I told you, I had to pee." She was trying to smooth her dress, and did her lips look puffy? What the fuck happened in that bathroom?
-Bella's POV-
"No, I think we're good." I could've smacked Alice. Hell no, we're not 'good'. Anything to make that god stay at our table.
But, alas, he left. So the only sane way to go about getting him back? Going after him, of course.
I quickly said some BS about using the bathroom, and ran up to the counter, catching him right as he had finished placing our food orders, before he went into the kitchen. "Edward!" I tried to say quietly, but failed. It came out as a strangled yell.
He turned around slowly, curiosity and hope plain on his features. "Bella?" He walked over to me.
"Well, hello… Eddie." I giggled. I was such a little girl. "God, Bella, would you hold it against me if I said you following me is the highlight of my day?"
"Only if you would hold it against me if I said following you was the highlight of pretty much my life." I looked down at my hands, and played with my fingers. "I'm not normally like this. I don't just follow random sexilicious men and stalk them, hoping to catch them before they have to work-" He put a finger to my lips.
"Bella. I have wanted to, pardon my crudeness, jump you all night. Since I saw you, before leading you to your table. But you have James. And… I have Rosalie." He looked, almost, pained. "As much as I hate this, and I really fucking hate this, we can't. Anything."
I could feel my eyes watering up, and my almost-tears spurred confidence. "Follow me. And," I pulled a random scarf off of the coat rack; I'd return it later, "Keep this around your eyes. No peeking!"
I folded the floral scarf, then tied it around his head so it covered his eyes. "Can you see?"
"Not even your beautiful face."
"Good." I guided him hurriedly, who knew what people would imagine if they saw us, into the small Women's bathroom, sliding the little bolt closed. Finally, I couldn't take it anymore. I attacked his mouth.
Our lips met passionately, and it was like an inferno happened in my body. My hands went to his hair – careful not to pull off the make-shift blindfold – and latched onto the bronze locks, while I felt his pull my lower half closer to his. Our tongues fought for dominance, his winning easily. I could feel his growing hardness grinding into me, and figured the least I could do is help him out with his 'problem'.
(A/N: If you don't want to read smut – skip this paragraph)
Before he could stop me, I reached under his waiter's apron, unbuttoned and unzipped his slacks, but left them up around his waist, and snaked my hand into his plaid boxers. He gasped into my mouth – I knew I was good at this. I was in the porn business, afterall. I swirled the precum already forming around the head, and slid my hand down to the base slowly. He was so… big! I picked up the speed a little, descending on his cock more vigorously. He started thrusting into my hand, and I could feel him throb. He was getting close, and I smiled around his lips at my job well-done. I took my other hang from his hair, and messed with his balls a little through his boxers and he came undone. With a long moan, squirt after squirt of his hot cum got on my hand and in his pants. He looked even more heavenly during an orgasm than he did normally. I removed my hand, still grinning.
(Smut over. If you're a smut-liker, review and you'll get a full lemon soon. WINK WINK.)
"How was that for 'We can't. Anything'?" I asked, turning to the sink and washing my hands.
"That was the best 'nothing' of my life." He replied, taking the blindfold from his face.
"Auh, my pants are a mess, Bella!" He groaned, removing his shoes, apron, pants, and boxers. He threw the boxers in the garbage (I snickered at the thought of the next little girl throwing away a paper towel and seeing THOSE.), quickly cleaned himself, and got dressed again. "No repeat performances; those were the only pair of boxers I brought to work tonight." He winked.
"Fine, I'll resist." I said, laughing.
And that's when my phone rang. I pulled the rectangular bulky blackberry out of my pocket (it was given to me by my company – I would never've picked out such a complicated device) and read 'James Mallory' (international Caller ID for $4/month pays off in times like these, eh?) on my screen. I shoved the phone back into my pocket, trying to make myself more presentable. "Sorry to please and run, Edward, but life calls." And I sprinted from the bathroom, well, as fast as these heels would allow, back to where Alice, James, and Emmett were waiting for me.
In my haste, I didn't notice Alice turning around, and almost collided with her.
"Where the hell were you?!"
"I told you, I had to pee." I said, dismissing the subject, and sat down.
-Alice's POV-
Perplexed, I climbed back over Emmett and sat back down. It was obvious I was never going to get an explanation here, in front of the men, so I decided to wait to grill her until later.
After an eternity of waiting, Edward at last brought us our food. Delightfully, he brought Emmett and my food in a single bowl, forcing us to scoot closer together and share. When he brought his fork up to my mouth, and tried to feed me, however, that's when it crossed the line. I raised one eyebrow with a smirk, "I can feed myself. I'm a strong girl." And stuffed a bite into my face.
We were mostly quiet while eating, the food was delicious. I would have to remember to ask Emmett later where the cooks were from and if I may pilfer them for a bit.
Edward returned, sharing a look with Bella, asking if we wanted desert. I was about to tell him to return with the bill (before remembering we need not pay), but for the third time that night, Emmett cut me off.
Standing up, he whispered something in Edward's ear, and Edward smiled and left. Emmett sat down, a content look about his face. I inquired about what he had said, but all I got in reply was "You'll see soon enough, babe."
Bella and James exchanged some small talk about the weather, clothing, and choice of music, but Emmett stayed silent until Edward arrived with a plate, a small-ish piece of brown, moist-looking cake with white flakes covering the top, sitting on it.
Emmett expressed his thanks, and sat the plate in front of me. He waited a few seconds for me to discover what delicacy sat there, and when I stared at it blankly, he spoke up.
"Do you know what this is?" I shook my head.
"This, is a homemade piece of chocolate cake, with coconut shavings adorning the top, just like your grandma used to make. I remembered how much you liked it, and one of the chefs in yonder kitchen had a recipe." Eyes watering at his sweetness, I took a bite. It tasted even better than I remembered. "And the best part, wifey, is that you are the first taste-taster of the Cullen Coconut – Chocolate Cake, soon on the Eclipse menu for $4.99 a slice."
Hearing this, the tears fell down my face, and I hugged Emmett as hard as my little arms could manage.
But, the moment didn't last long, because soon Bella wanted a bite, and my cake was gone before I knew it.
I stood to signify Emmett, Bella, and James should get up as well, but Emmett didn't budge. I tried climbing over him, again, but he grabbed my foot. I punched him repeatedly, and he finally let go. But, I was still resisting when he let go, so I flew onto the gritty purple tile floor directly on my right forearm, followed by my forehead soon after. I'm sure Bella, Em, and James (Bella and James had gotten up by now) heard the sickening CRUNCH my bone made as it shattered against the tile, and the THUD of my head colliding. Emmett swooped down, cradling my body in his arms. I was screaming, but I could barely hear it.
The edge of my vision was starting to blur from my tears, and spots in my eyesight started to go black. Going into shock, was that what they called it? I couldn't recall. The last thing I heard before unconsciousness overtook me, was Emmett yelling, "EDWARD! Get my jeep! I'm faster than an ambulance!"
A/N: How'd you like this chapter? Am I keeping up with the drama? Haha.
SO SO SORRY about the delay! It's been what, 3 weeks since I last posted? Ah! Sorry. My laptop crashed, deleting this chapter. I tried to get it back to its former brilliance, but it's still not up to par. Ugh. It is longer though, 10 pages of story! Review, eh?? Ehh???
And then, my laptop cord broke. Which really puts a damper on writing. I promise I won't wait this long to update anymore, though! :D
Review inspiration: Emmett making dessert for you, WINK WINK NUDGE NUDGE. Haha. ;)
Enjoy?