I'm SOO sorry for the late update! Thank you for sticking with this story and for all the reviews. Some of them made me laugh like hell! Oh, I'm sorry if my english is totally out for this chapter. Its 3 am right now but I still wrote it coz I felt so guilty for not updating and I have no beta...
Okay, Enough babbling! On with Chapter 6!
Disclaimer: Am I Sabby? Yes.
Do I own Twilight? No.
The green eyes I saw that night haunted my dreams. His face was a blur but I could see his striking green eyes, gleaming as he stared at me. The next day, I stayed in my room, picking up my Romeo & Juliet book. Well, technically it wasn't mine. Some guy left a bunch of books behind during one of the shows. I remember he was middle aged and was partially bald in the middle. He was dressed as a school teacher, explaining the left behind book. I snickered at the thought of a school teacher at a strip club.
My thoughts were interrupted by someone knocking at the door.
"Open up, idiot!" a womanly called from the other side of the door.
I walked over with confidence, knowing that it wasn't Jerry on the other side of the door.
I opened the door to see Helena, one of the hookers who's nearly 30 now, standing with her full costume on. Wow, is it nearly opening time?
She shoved some kind of costume into my hands. "Jerry wants you to wear this tonight," she spat. "You're in charge of waiting tables tonight,"
I sighed. I detest waiting tables. It was worse than performing. Walking in between all those men in a costume revealing all the wrong parts. The last time I waited tables, I had around 7 slaps on the butt, 4 guys trying to kiss me and another 2 offered money for 'exclusive' privileges. Ugh!
I put on my costume which was the worst I have worn so far. It was like a corset and it pushed my breasts making it look fuller. It was also backless and there was a little bunny tail right on top of my butt.This is going to be a looong night..
I headed over to the bar and saw Jerry serving a few early customers their drinks. I took a note pad and made my way towards the occupied tables, feeling the stares the men from the bar gave me. While making my way to the other end of the room, I was met with the familiar green eyes of the man from the day before. I turned my head the other way, disgusted by the fact he was at a strip club. I then reached the table I was heading to. The man who sat there had pale blue eyes and his coal black hair spiked upwards. He grinned when he saw me approaching.
"Good evening, sir. What will you be having tonight?" I asked politely, putting on a fake smile.
The man's eyes scanned my going from my face and then downwards and back up, lingering at my chest a little too long.
"Ahem," I said, trying to divert his attention back to my face.
"I'd like to have you baby," he grinned as he grabbed my butt. I jumped and gave him a slap him on the face. Not the first time I've had to slap a man. After waiting a couple more tables, I went back to Jerry to give him the orders.
"Bella, let Helena serve the drinks. I want you to wait our 'special' customer," he said with a grin.
I continued to glare at him. "He's sitting at the table over there," he said, pointing towards a table at the other side of the room. The man sitting there had his head down as he examined a few papers, not noticing that Helena was at his table, obviously trying to flirt with him.
When I reached the table, I looked over to Helena, still hopelessly trying to seduce the guy. I snickered. Unfortunately, she heard me and turned to glare at me. She had that what-are-you-doing here look.
"Jerry had requested I wait his table," I explained, grinning. After speaking, the man's head shot up. His eyes met with mine. I tried to turn away but he held my gaze.
Helena gave a 'hmph' as she walked away, swaying her hips from side to side, still hoping to catch the mysterious man's attention. He, on the other hand, was still looking at me. I, finally being able to break my gaze, looked down at the note pad in my hand.
"Urm, what will you be having tonight, sir?" I said politely, blushing a little. Why was I blushing for this guy? I didn't even know him. I mean, he's just some perverted guy at a strip club.
"I'll take anything as long as there's no alcohol," he said, his voice like velvet, as he gave me a charming smile. I gasped at how beautiful he looked.Why did this guy have this effect on me.
I nodded and headed over to the bar and grabbed a can of Coke before heading back to his table.
"Here you go," I said as I placed the coke on his table, away from the papers in case it tipped over and spilled.
"Thanks," he said giving the same smile from before. I just stood there, blinking. Dazzled by his breathtaking smile, by his bright green eyes, by his..
"Would you like to sit down with me," he asked with a hopeful look in his face.
"Sure," I replied almost immediately, not giving a thought before even answering his question. I sat on the seat opposite him. He looked at me and raised his eyebrow. I suddenly felt to self-concious. I wonder why..
Then, I realized that I was wearing my stripper costume. My eyes widened and I started blushing furiously. I looked down, covering my face with my hair.
"Would you like to borrow my jacket?" he offered kindly.
I nodded, taking the jacket and putting it on. I was warm and a unfamiliar scent came off it. It was not like any cologne I've ever smelt, but it just smelt good.
"Thank you," I whispered, finally looking up to see that he was already staring at me. He was wearing a tan, fitting shirt which allowed you to see the vague outlines of his muscles.
He took a sip out of his Coke before looking back at me and offering, "Would you like some?"
I shook my head, "I don't think I should,"
"I insist," he argued. I sighed in defeat as I took a sip out of his Coke. I never realized how thirsty I was until I nearly finished half the can.
"I'm sorry," I apologized as I put the can back on the table. When he gave me a crooked smile, I almost fainted.
"It's fine," he said.
Before I knew it, we were the only ones in the shop and the music had been switched off. From the corner of my eye, I saw Jerry walk towards our table. Edward turned his head towards the strip club owner and stood up, pushing his chair backwards.
"Jerry," said the man as he held out his hand.
"Mr. Cullen. I hope Bella here has been nice," he said shaking the Mr. Cullen's hand firmly as he glared at me.
"Yes. Now, to business." he said, not wanting to go any further about me. They talked as they walked off to Jerry's office.
"Don't change just yet, Bella!" Jerry called before closing his office door.
I dug my head into my hands and started to sob quietly at the table. I soon, stopped sobbing and started wiping my tears away, knowing Jerry would kill me if I showed any of my depression towards any of the customers. I looked at my reflection in a nearby mirror. My eyes were blotchy and red, just like my nose. My hair was in a mess and I was still in this horrible revealing costume. Then, I heard Jerry's door open. I heard Jerry's husky voice and Mr. Cullen's velvety one. I headed towards the men, keeping my gaze on to the floor.
"Mr. Cullen, I will leave you and Bella alone. You may request anything you please of her," Jerry stressed on 'anything' a little too much for my liking.
Mr. Cullen nodded and Jerry left the room. He then turned to me and reached his hands out to hold either side of my face. And electrifying feeling pulsed through me when his hands touched my skin. He brought my head up, looking into my eyes. My heartbeat sped up erratically. I stood there, staring at each other for a few minutes. Both of us not wanting to break each other's gaze. I felt fear for what he might have me do but there was also another feeling which overwhelmed this. I felt safe despite the fact I was alone with a man who comes to strip clubs.
"You don't have to do anything. I just want to talk to you. I'm not like other men," he said, finally speaking. I didn't answer, I was confused. He didn't require me to do anything for him? Why was he here watching the performances the night before then?
"Oh, really? Then why were you watching me the night before then?" I said a little too harsh.
He chuckled. "I wasn't watching the other performances. I only came to make a deal with Jerry to buy this place. I was looking at you because," he paused, taking a deep breath in, "Because you mesmerized me. I don't usually look at strippers, no offense, of course, but you were extraordinarily beautiful. And the look in your eyes tell me that you do not desire to be here. It tells be that you wish to be free of this place, but can't" he said in a whisper as he turned his head to face the wall.
"H-How do you know me so well?" I stammered.
He gave a small chuckle. "I don't know. But I just do, you know?"
I looked down. This man found me beautiful? Could he not see that I was full of flaws?
"I am far from beautiful," I murmured.
I placed his finger beneath my chin and lifted my head. He moved in closer, his lips nearly ear. "I'm afraid I have to disagree," I could feel his cool breath on my skin. I shuddered.
That was the nicest thing someone has said to me. This man. He knew me so well. How?
Tears started pouring out of my eyes. Before I knew it, I was sobbing. I pulled my into his arms as I cried into his chest, not caring that I was staining his shirt.
When my tears finally dried, I looked up to him.
"Are you okay?" he asked. Judging by his eyes, he honestly cared. But why would he? I mean, why would anyone.
I nodded. "I'm sorry for ruining your shirt."
"It's fine. I noticed I never really introduced myself. I'm Edward Cullen," he said.
I smiled in response. "Isabella Swan. Please, do call me Bella,"
"Bella. I agree with your name. You truly are beautiful," he said as he lifted his hand to caress my cheek.
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