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EPOV
We're not given much time to enjoy our newfound romantic bliss. If I had my way, I'd spend the next few days—or weeks—in bed, repeatedly showing Bella just how much she means to me. Unfortunately, things don't happen quite like that.
The following day, we're both thrown back into the thick of our jobs and all feelings of romance and lust are pushed aside. We have nothing but lingering touches and stolen kisses as we pass each other like ships in the night.
It might just be because a beautiful girl has admitted she loves me but—at least to start with—work can't get me down.
Emmett and I start to fall into a routine at the club. We no longer have anything that is classed as a "quiet period", with each day being just as manic as the one before. Each week reports new profit highs, and the club is going from strength to strength. Of course, it means we both have to work our asses off to keep it that way.
No matter how busy I am, I always make sure I leave the club on time to pick up my girl. Sometimes it means taking work home, but I'd rather do that than lose any time with her.
The first two days after our date night are amazing, and she seems just as eager to spend time with me. Instead of having to call her to let her know I've arrived to pick her up, she's already waiting for me in the reception area. We have dinner—sometimes with Rose and Emmett—and then happily fall into bed together.
For the first time in years, I feel like everything is actually going the way I want. I have a family that stood by me through everything, I have a job I love, and now I have a girl who means more than anything to me.
It almost feels too good to be true, and part of me is waiting for the other shoe to drop.
And that other shoe seems to be in the form of Bella's boss. He's just always there. I may be jealous, but there's something about the guy I just don't like. I try to keep the green-eyed monster at bay, I really do, but there's only so much I can take before it rears its ugly head.
I've been biting my tongue all week, but by the time we get to Friday night and she's working late for the third time in a row, I'm ready to lose it.
The reception area of her building is empty, so I know she's still up in her office. Instead of waiting for a while to see if she shows, I just call her right away. The last two nights I waited for her, only for her not to show up and tell me that Alec or Angela would be giving her a lift. It comes as no shock to me that Alec has been bringing her home each night.
Her cell rings a few times before she answers. "Edward?"
"Are you ready?" I ask curtly.
"Shit! Is it that time?" she sighs. "I'm almost done. I'll be about twenty minutes. Are you okay to wait for me?"
"Will it really be twenty minutes, Bella? I have to be at the club for ten o'clock."
"Umm…hold on a sec."
I hear muffled voices in the background before she comes back on the line. "Edward, I'll just get a lift—"
I cut her off. "Let me guess, from Alec?"
"Edward," she sighs. "Don't do this." Her voice goes quieter, and I hear the background noise fade to nothing as she moves to a less noisy area in the office.
"I've told you, he's my boss. He happens to live at the same end of town as we do, so it makes sense for him to give me a lift home."
"Yeah. Funny that."
"Stop it!" she growls.
"Stop what, Bella?" I snap back at her. "Because of work, I barely see you. The few hours that we do get together you seem determined to spend at work." I sigh. "I've barely seen you this week, and by the time you get home tonight, I'll be going back to the club."
"So, don't go back to the club," she says, as if it's the most obvious thing.
"Don't! Don't turn this back onto me. I owe Emmett this night off because of last week. I have to be in tonight."
She sighs but doesn't say anything.
"You don't have to stay late. You've been late every night this week. Can't you just wrap up and come back to it on Monday?" I ask. "Please?"
"But I need to—"
"You don't have to do anything, Bella. You've proved you can do this job. They're just taking advantage of your good nature."
"Edward—"
"Look," I interrupt. "Are you coming or not?"
"I can't just now. I'll be twenty minutes. I promise."
"Okay, I'll just see you at home, then."
"You're not going to wait?"
"I already told you, I can't. I have to get home, grab some dinner and then get ready to head back in."
"Oh. Well I'll just see you later, then."
"Yeah, maybe." I disconnect before she has a chance to reply. I feel like a bit of a dick, but it's either hang up or get into a big argument about it.
Again.
Emmett's advice keeps coming back to me, which is the main reason why I haven't pushed it too much with Bella. He's right: if I were to rewind a year—hell, even just six months—my whole life had revolved around work. I was so desperate to make it work that everything fell by the wayside, so I can't begrudge her the chance to make her mark at her job. I like to think that if Bella were in my life at that point, everything would have been different, but I would just be lying to myself.
On the occasions that I've mentioned this to Bella, she didn't agree with me. To her, Alec is just her boss, eager to help her succeed with her career. The mess-up with the earlier column and missing the meetings has put a dent in her confidence, and she's desperate to prove herself to him.
I agree with her to a certain extent I would feel the same way. But it annoys me that she can't even see that he might have a crush on her, and is using her work as an excuse to get close to her.
We've agreed to disagree on the matter. She refuses to believe he has ulterior motives, and I refuse to believe he's just that nice a guy.
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I'm in the bedroom changing into my work clothes when I hear a car pull up outside. I had thought about purposely leaving early for work and not being here when she came home, but I decided against it. I'm not necessarily looking forward to this discussion, but we did promise that we would always talk to each other when things got difficult.
There are muffled voices, and I hear Bella yell 'bye to someone before the car door closes.
At the sound of Bella's voice, Jake high-tails it out of the bedroom, running toward the front door so he can welcome her home.
"Hey, boy! C'mon now, down!"
I listen as she drops her bag—most likely in its usual place at the door—and kicks her shoes off.
"Edward?" she calls.
"Through here," I reply, barely raising my voice. Emmett's already left for the night with Rose, so the place is quiet.
Her footsteps are slow as she makes her way to our room, stopping in the doorway. I glance up, noticing the slightly pissed-off look on her face, and then I look back at my shirt and continue doing up the buttons.
After a few minutes, she speaks. "Well?"
I look up at her. "Well, what?"
"What do you mean, 'well, what'? What on earth was that about earlier?"
I shrug. "I told you. I needed to get home. I'm on a tight turnaround on a weekend night. You know that, Bella."
"I know I do, and you know that's not what I'm talking about." She sighs and crosses her arms.
"What?" I turn to face her properly.
"Stop avoiding the question," she growls. "You never usually have a problem waiting for me, so why was there a problem tonight?"
I sigh. "Bella, I don't want to get into this before work."
"Well, I do! I don't want you storming away again. Talk to me; tell me why you didn't wait."
I groan. "Because, Bella. I'm sick of waiting. It feels like it's all I ever do. Your colleagues get to spend more time with you than I do these days."
"That's not true," she says softly.
I go over and sit on the end of the bed. "It is, and you know it. After last weekend, you said you would work harder at not staying late, and that lasted until Tuesday. You've been late every night since. "
She looks as though I've just slapped her, but she doesn't say anything.
Guilt rushes through me briefly, but I continue. After all, she's the one who wants to have this conversation now.
"I understand your job is demanding, but at the moment, it's controlling your life." I glance at my watch and realize I have to leave soon. I get up and finish getting ready as I talk. "You live for that place."
Her eyes are still on me as she walks into the room and sits on the bed. She picks up a corner of the cover and plays with it on her lap. "I need this job, Edward," she sighs. "I've always had a job I hate, or colleagues I can't stand. Now, I have a job I enjoy and people I like working with."
"It's taking over your life, Bella," I say, watching her reflection in the mirror.
She rolls her eyes at me, which I ignore. I don't have the time or patience for another argument.
"You don't get it, Edward." Her eyes are back on the covers in her hands. "I have to work for my living. If I don't have this job, then I have to find another one. I need to do whatever I can to keep it."
"Don't just stay at a job because you're worried about finding another one. There are plenty of other places looking for journalists all the time," I say softly.
"Not all of us have the luxury of rich parents," she snaps.
She sighs loudly and stands up.
"I didn't mean that the way it sounded."
"What way did you mean it, then?" I ask defensively.
"I just meant that if the club failed, then your parents would be able to help you out. You wouldn't be under as much pressure—"
I stop her before she really does say something to piss me off. "Wait. You think we're not under pressure because my parents have money?"
"No, that's not what I meant. You're just not under as—"
"Don't you dare say that we're not under as much pressure as you! Just don't, Bella!" I bark.
She shakes her head. "This isn't coming out right."
Walking over to me, she takes one of my hands in both of hers, her fingers softly stroking mine. "I know you're under pressure, Edward. I didn't mean to say that you weren't."
Her petite form fits perfectly against mine. Hesitantly, she drops my hand and wraps her arms around my waist, resting her forehead against my chest. My arms remain at my side. What she said was hurtful, and I'm not ready to forgive it just yet.
"Work's just really getting to me and I snapped." She pulls me to her, her arms tightening around my waist.
"I'm sorry." Her voice is muffled against my shirt.
We stand there in silence for a few minutes before I acknowledge her apology and wrap my arms around her. Her shoulders rise and I hear her take in a deep breath.
"I hate arguing with you," she mumbles.
"I do as well."
She pulls back slightly and looks up at me. "I promise I'll try harder. But, I need this job. "
I nod. "I know you do."
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Bella and I clear things up before I leave for work. I would have appreciated more time to talk things through rather than sniping at each other, but at least we've left it on good terms.
Before we even open, the bouncers announce that the line is down the street, so I know I'm in for a busy night. Even now, the sight of crowds waiting to enter my club gets my heart pounding.
Tonight, I take extra time with the team briefing. We've had a few staff call in "sick", so I'll be on the floor, helping Riley. We're a bit more understaffed than I would like, but it's nothing that we can't handle.
I ask Maggie to cover the VIP lounge—knowing she can handle the crowd since she's worked that bar plenty of times—and ask Riley to make sure extra stock is ready for when we need it. My team has everything under control, so I let the bouncers know they can open the doors. I watch in delight as the customers pour in.
Although I'll be on the floor and helping out anyone who needs me, most of my night will be spent with Maggie in the VIP section. The hostess has already told us the guest list is almost at full capacity, and I refuse to let Maggie work that alone.
A large group of giggling women head straight to the VIP bar, meaning my work starts early for the night. I let the hostess seat them and take a drink order before I head behind the bar to help Maggie out.
"Thanks, boss. I think these girls are going to be a handful tonight." She gestures to the group who have clearly been on the alcohol from early on in the day. A few of them are already up, dancing in the middle of the floor. The main instigator seems to be the leggy redhead with the "Birthday Girl" banner draped across her body. I don't think they'll cause any trouble, but I make a note to get one of the bouncers to keep checking up on them. I have enough issues going on at the moment, and I don't need to add work problems to them.
I manage to escape during the course of the night to make sure Riley is coping. When I see that he is, I go back to the VIP bar, where the group of girls are now getting a bit handsy. Any other time I would feel flattered at the extra attention—and maybe consider taking one or two women up on their offer—but now, it just makes me feel uncomfortable.
The touch of a stranger's hand just makes me long for the beautiful girl I left at home.
As up and down as our week has been, it's still been an amazing one. I feel like a huge weight has been lifted from my shoulders ever since I blurted out my feelings for Bella. And it's the best feeling in the world to have her reciprocate them.
I catch Maggie rolling her eyes at me, and I realize I've been grinning. Unfortunately, the birthday girl's friend thinks I'm grinning at her.
"Hey, handsome," she purrs. She leans forward on the bar, causing her chest to spill forward in her low-cut top.
I nod in response but don't say anything. I try to keep my eyes on the cocktails I'm making, but I'm not that strong a man. No matter how hard I try, I keep glancing back to her tits.
The smirk on her face tells me she knows exactly what she's doing.
"I'm—"
"Leaving," answers another voice.
I look up to see Bella standing next to the nameless blonde, glaring at her with a look that could kill.
I swallow and lick my lips as my eyes roam her body, while she continues her stare-down with the other woman. She's transformed from the girl I left at home a few hours before. Her hair, which was tied up during the day, is down, falling in luscious curls around her shoulders. And gone are the work clothes; they have been replaced by a figure-hugging black dress.
"He's taken."
My eyes remain on my feisty girlfriend as the blonde ignores her and turns back to me.
"I'm sure he can answer for himself," she purrs.
I refrain from rolling my eyes at her wannabe-seductive attempts.
"Well, I'm answering for him! Now, leave!" Bella almost growls the last part, and my cock gives a twitch of approval.
The other woman huffs and pushes herself away from the bar. I glance her way long enough to see her make the universal "call me" signal as she tosses a napkin—presumably with her number on it— across the bar at me. I throw it in the trash immediately and turn my attention back to Bella.
"I wasn't expecting to see you tonight," I say as I step out from behind the bar.
"Good surprise?" she asks, stepping close to me and wrapping her arms around my waist.
"Definitely," I murmur, nuzzling her neck.
She shivers. "Good, I wasn't sure after the way we left things."
I pull back and look down at her. "We're okay, Bella." I kiss her softly. "You were right, and I'm glad we talked things over before I left."
She smiles and kisses me again.
I try to remain aware of our surroundings as I get lost in her kiss. My arms tighten around her as she runs her tongue along my bottom lip.
I pull away reluctantly. "Who are you here with, anyway?"
"Angela."
I raise my eyebrows in a silent question.
"I thought about some of the things you said earlier—about work taking over—and decided that if I needed to chill out, then she definitely does."
I chuckle softly, agreeing.
"I'm surprised she came," I say. Angela makes Bella look like a slacker.
She giggles. "It took a lot of persuasion, that's for sure." She pauses before asking, "It's okay that we're here, right?"
"Of course it is. I'll get you some drinks." I go back behind the bar. "What are you guys having?"
She grins. "We're just going to share a bottle of wine. White Zinfandel, please."
"Right. Go take a seat and I'll bring it over for you."
She smiles at me before going back to her friend, and I turn to get their drinks ready.
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The rest of my night both moves slowly and passes quickly.
I find it incredibly frustrating to have Bella in my club, yet I'm unable to speak with her. Even when I'm busy at the bar, my attention is still on her. The music is loud but all I can hear is her laugh. And the bar is a wall of bodies, yet she's all I can see: her smile as she listens to Angela tell an entertaining story, her adorable hand gestures, and her hair falling over her shoulder as she discreetly turns to check if I'm still watching her.
I am.
As I watch Bella with her friend, I'm catapulted back to the night we met, and I smile at the memory. I never had thought that night would end up with me falling head over heels for an amazing girl.
Unfortunately, my booming business means I don't get to spend any time with her. The constant flow of customers means that as soon as I've taken their drinks over, I'm thrown back behind the bar and kept continuously busy.
The birthday party that was in the lounge earlier moves to the main section of the bar, and another one arrives shortly after to replace them.
Except this time, it's a group of guys.
A few times I catch one or two of the group engaging Bella and Angela in conversation and I almost intervene, but each time, they dejectedly walk away.
She catches me watching and flashes a reassuring smile in my direction each time. Nevertheless, I can't help but accidentally-on-purpose spill a beer in a lap or two. It costs me a few drinks, since I have to buy them one as an apology, but it makes me feel a lot better.
Thankfully, the guys take the girls' hints and leave them alone and, instead, focus on another group of girls at the opposite end of the bar.
For the rest of the night, I focus my attention on my work, with a watchful eye over Bella and Angela.
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"I can handle this, Edward." Maggie gestures to the stock that needs to be put into the fridges. "It looks like you need to get your paperwork done so you can take Bella home and put her to bed." She points to my girlfriend dancing by herself at the far end of the VIP section.
It turns out my girl can't handle her wine as much as she can handle her tequila. I've seen her knock back margarita after margarita and still be in better condition than the rest of us. Tonight is a different story. She's had two glasses, tops, and currently looks like Bambi trying to walk for the first time.
"Keep an eye on her?" I ask.
Maggie nods. "Of course."
I collect the till from the bar and make my way to the back office to cash out. I pass Riley in the corridor, and he lets me know he's put the rest of the tills in there for me.
"Bella still on the dance floor?" he asks with a smirk on his face.
"No, she's made her way back to VIP. Maggie's keeping an eye on her for me."
"You've got a handful there, boss," he yells as he walks back to the main bar.
I laugh but don't reply. She is a handful, but I won't have it any other way.
Luckily, the tills balance so finishing up doesn't take too long. Normally, I like to get everything done on a Saturday night to save us from coming back to a lot of work after our days off but tonight, I take a pile home with me instead.
Making sure the office is tidy, the cash is locked away and everything is turned off, I lock the door and go to collect my drunken girlfriend.
I groan as I make my way to the bar: I can hear her before I can see her. Maggie is talking in the background, causing Bella to giggle even harder, and the sound echoes down the corridor.
Her giggle becomes louder the closer I get and I just know that prying her away from Maggie is going to be harder than I thought.
There's a high-pitched squeal and I just have time to put my paperwork down before Bella launches herself into my arms. "Edward!"
"Oomph," I grunt as she wraps her arms around my neck and her legs tighten around my waist. My hands grip her thighs to keep her in place and to stop us from both tumbling to the floor.
"Mmm…" She sniffs my neck. "You smell so good," she whispers loudly.
I hear a chuckle and glance over Bella's shoulder to see an amused-looking Maggie.
"You owe me," she says with a smirk. "That was worse than babysitting."
I laugh. "I do owe you, thank you."
Bella is wriggling around in my arms and has taken to licking and biting my neck. I have to get this girl home, and soon.
"Have the staff all gone home?"
"Yep, it's just me and Riley left. He's just finishing up in the last bar and then we'll be good to go."
Maggie takes a seat on one of the bar stools.
"Get her home, Edward. We can lock up for you."
"Are you sure?" I ask with hope in my voice.
"Of course. We've done it plenty of times. And anyway, you have your hands full as it is." She laughs as she points at Bella, who has now fallen asleep with her head against my shoulder and is snoring softly in my ear.
"Thank you, Mags. I really do appreciate this."
Maggie walks me to the car and helps me get Bella in her seat. She wakes up slightly, but not enough to work the door and seatbelt herself.
I thank Maggie and leave her laughing in the parking lot as I head for home.
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"You are such a lightweight. I'm never letting you near wine again," I mutter as I help a stumbling Bella along the hallway toward the bedroom.
Bella continues to giggle, finding every trip, stumble and fall hilarious before we actually make it to the bedroom. With a loud sigh, she flops backward onto the bed.
"I'm hungry."
I roll my eyes. "Of course you are."
"I want peanut butter."
"Okay. I'll make you some peanut butter on toast. How does that sound?" I pull her shoes off and stand at the foot of the bed.
I think she's fallen asleep again. "Bella?" I ask.
She slowly opens her eyes. "Yeah, cheese on toast sounds great." She leans back on her elbows and grins at me. "Then we're having sex."
Sure we are.
"Okay, why don't you get ready and I'll make you some toast."
"Don't forget my peanut butter," she says as she falls back on the bed.
I give her five minutes before she passes out.
Instead of making the toast, I pour her a large glass of water and make my way back to the bedroom. She might not have had a lot to drink tonight, but the water will definitely be her saving grace in the morning.
I hear her snores before I even make it to the bedroom door.
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"Ugh," Bella moans as the blaring alarm wakes us up far too early for a Saturday morning.
I lean over her and slam the alarm off before flopping down on my side of the bed. Bella quickly slides across to my side and cuddles up next to me.
"It feels like we just went to bed," I murmur.
"I know." She snuggles up next to me, throwing her leg over mine.
"How's the head?" I ask, trying to pull back and look down at her.
She curls up, pushing her head farther down on my chest so I can't see her face. "Fine," she murmurs.
Bullshit.
"Really?"
"Mm-hmm."
I don't say anything, and I don't need to. The silence between us lasts for mere seconds.
"Fine! It feels like there's someone in there playing the bongos, okay?"
I laugh and wrap my arms around her, pulling her as close to me as possible. She reciprocates and moves with me so she ends up half-lying on my chest. Our new position gives me the opportunity to look at her face.
"How bad was I?" she asks, a small, nervous smile on her face.
"Awful. Terrible. You were such an embarrassment," I mock her, trying to keep a straight face.
"Shut up! I was not!" She moves and straddles my body, softly slapping my chest.
I put my hands up in mock surrender. "Okay! Okay, you weren't. I think the wine just went straight to your head. You were very giggly and then came home and passed out."
"Yeah, I remember laughing. A lot." She takes my hands in hers and links our fingers together. "Who knew Angela could be such a laugh?"
"You had fun?"
"Yeah, it was nice to get out and just chill. And I think she appreciated the break. I don't think she has much going on in her life, apart from work and her boyfriend."
"Well, it's good she has you, then." I bring one of her hands to my lips and kiss it softly. "Yeah, I think we can be good friends. She just needs to learn to step back from work a little."
I just stare at her with a smirk on my face. Has she already forgotten our argument?
"What?"
She sighs and shakes her head.
"I said I'd try and do better," she says softly.
"I know you did, baby."
She leans down against me, and I wrap my arms around her once more. We don't say anything, but we don't need to.
"So, do we have any painkillers around?" she asks after a while. "My head is seriously pounding."
"I know something that's better than painkillers."
"What?" she asks, totally clueless to where I'm going with this.
"Well, I seem to remember someone telling me she wanted sex last night?" I say softly.
"What, that blonde—"Her eyes widen as she catches on. "Me?"
"Yup." I thrust my hips up against her, leaving no doubt about what I'm after.
"I wanted sex?"
I pout. "Baby, we both wanted sex. You just passed out on me."
Her eyes take on a menacing gleam. "Aww...did I leave you hanging?" She rakes her nails down my chest, causing my eyes to roll back in my head.
"We can't have that, can we?"
Her hands find the waistband on my boxers and she toys with it. Her fingers keep brushing the skin there, teasing me in the most seductive manner.
"No," I rasp. "We can't."
"Let me make it up to you?"
I look up to watch as she pulls my boxers down, licking her lips as my erection springs free.
"Edward?"
Needless to say, I let her make it up to me.
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I call Emmett on my way into the club. He didn't come home last night—not that I'd expected him to—but I still have to check that he'll be showing his face tonight.
"I'm up, I'm up," he grumbles as he answers the phone.
"Well, hello to you, too."
"What'cha calling for?"
"I'm on my way into the club and wanted to make sure you were as well."
He yawns before answering, "Well, not right now, but I will be."
I hear Rose in the background and then some rustling.
"I'm heading to Starbucks on my way. You want anything?"
Silence.
"Emmett?"
"Huh? What…"
Rose giggles in the background, and then I hear a soft moan.
"Starbucks. Do you want anything?" I ask again.
I cringe and pull my phone away from my ear as I hear another giggle from Rose.
"Ugh, Emmett. Please tell me you aren't doing what I think you are?" I complain.
"What? You saying something…"
I hang up when Emmett groans. My brother having sex is not something I need to hear.
Ever.
Shaking my head, I throw my cell on the passenger seat and try to blast the images from my mind as I make my way to work.
When Emmett casually strolls into the office hours later wearing the goofiest grin on his face, there's no doubt in my mind about what I heard earlier.
"You're late," I accuse, as he picks up the paperwork on his desk.
"It was worth it." He looks up at me, waggling his eyebrows.
"Gross, Emmett."
"What? It's not like you and Bella are nice and innocent."
"It's not the same. You've never had to hear…that." I grimace as I remember.
"Don't bet on it, dear brother of mine. You two are sickeningly sweet and have a habit of forgetting other people are in the same room."
I shrug but don't say anything. He may be right, given our behavior over the last few weeks.
"Hey, why didn't you say that some of the team called in sick last night?" He shuffles the pages and then looks up at me. "You must've struggled."
I shake my head. "Nah, not really. I just worked on the floor and made sure the bars had more than enough stock in them."
"Still, I could've come in to help."
"Definitely not. I owed you."
"Well, thanks. It felt good to have a weekend night off." He smiles and leans back in his seat.
"We should try to make it a regular thing," I say as I think back to the last weekend, when I was off. It would be great to go home on a Friday night and be able to either stay in and enjoy pizza and a movie with Bella, or take her out for dinner and drinks.
"So, it went okay?" Emmett asks.
"We had a few birthday parties in, so it was pretty constant. It was good, though."
He sits forward at his desk and turns his computer on. "So, let's make sure tonight is just as successful, then."
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Alarms on a Sunday should be illegal.
Our lazy Sunday mornings together are the best time of the week for me. We can just be; work doesn't exist, stalkers don't exist, and her weird boss is always far away from my thoughts. It's just us.
Normally I wouldn't bother, since Sundays are my lazy day, but we've made plans to go to my parents' for lunch. It's been such a manic week, and then a late night last night, so I thought ahead and set the alarm—just in case.
"Ugh. Why is the alarm going off? And on a Sunday?" Bella moans next to me, her voice muffled by either her pillow or the covers.
I clear my throat. "Lunch with my parents." I hit the alarm off and crawl over to her side of the bed.
"Right," she mumbles, turning onto her side, allowing me to spoon her.
The close proximity and lack of clothing brings my cock to life.
"Good morning," I murmur, thrusting my hardening cock against her.
"Mmm…good morning, indeed." She presses her ass back against me. "So, do we need to leave anytime soon, or do we have some time?"
"Oh, we always have time," I murmur against her neck.
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We crawl out of bed much later than we should, but I don't regret it. Running a little late is so worth the morning we shared.
I call my mom and let her know we'll be a little late in leaving. She's fine with it and lets me know that Emmett and Rose just called to say they've already left.
Jake needs to be quickly taken out before we leave, so I offer to go on a quick walk while Bella finishes getting ready.
I want to roll my eyes at the effort she's putting in. My parents absolutely adore her—they have from day one—yet she still feels the need to be on her best behavior. I know the money situation makes her uncomfortable, but it will just take time for her to get over it. The only person our money matters to is Bella.
Jake and I head outside and down the street. When he's finished up, we quickly make our way back home.
"Bella?" I yell as we walk in the door.
"In here," she replies.
I should be shocked to find her still getting ready, but I'm not.
"Do I look okay?" she asks as I enter the room.
Her ringing cell phone cuts me off, and she answers it before I can tell her how beautiful she looks.
"Alec?"
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Thoughts?
So now might be the time to tell you it gets a bit bumpy as we find out who the stalker is and what their plan is...Please just trust me…