This is my first fanfic story….first of all a very special thanks to Susie…my coach ( xlavendermoonx )…thank you to take the time for me…to correct my chapters and to reorganize my deficient structures….I so truly appreciate you…Thanks to Julianne (lionandlamb01)..my personal advisor who shows me the way me step by step to put my story on the site….thanks to my great ytube and twitter friends…You know who you are.. You all rock girls!...So this is it….I take a deep breath…and I plunge.. for the 3rd time. Btw, this is a fictional story. All these characters belong to S.M…but Badassward is mine….all mine.
My ALL chapter 3
THE COCKTAIL PARTY
BPOV
"Edward Cullen…you're a bastard…a jerk…and a fucking asshole. Don't touch me! I don't ever want to see your prick-face again!" I keep hearing my voice again and again and feel my frustration and anger growing inside of me as I keep reliving this awful moment over and over...like a bad movie or a nightmare.
I close my eyes and still see him, the memory still so fresh in my mind.
Impossibly beautiful, stunningly gorgeous, sexy as hell, tall, a flawless face, copper-bronze hair, deep green-emerald eyes, lips meant-to-be kissed, and a smile to make any girl's heart beats at irregular.
Yes I'm thinking about my first time meeting Edward Cullen--Movie Star. The insanely-beautiful Mr. Perfect himself…at least on the outside.
Obviously, a complete dick on the inside.
He ruined my day, as soon as he opened his fucking mouth…almost as soon he opened it.
And yet, it had been a perfect day for me. Perfect until the moment I slapped him and exploded. Then my happy feelings were gone…my anger hit me full in the face, and him as well.
I closed my eyes again and remembered….
After the meeting with the executives, Jessica and Angela had been waiting for me, on the threshold of my office, holding their hands together looking like if they were in prayer.
Just seeing my face, they knew. I was absolutely radiant, a smile hovering on my lips and my head in the clouds.
"You got it! You got it!" both of them screamed in unison in my ears, while squeezing me until I couldn't breathe.
"Yes girls. I got it." I squeaked out in a choked voice.
"Please, I know you are happy, but let me breathe…Give me some air. I won't ever get to Montreal …or I'll go in a coffin….if you keep strangling me like this." I giggled.
"Sorry Bella. We are just so happy for you." they said, again in unison.
"Awww…Thank you girls. I am overjoyed and so incredibly excited."
"Listen Bella, Don't put anything on your agenda for Friday night. We are taking you out to celebrate." Jessica said.
"But for now, you have so much more to do today. I made you a little snack. You can eat it here or in your car. Your meeting with is in two hours and you know with the traffic, you best get going soon."
Did I ever tell you Jessica was a saint….
"Yes Jess…I mustn't be late with this client especially. And thank you for this. I'll eat it in the car." I said as I held up the packaged lunch she had handed me.
"So I better get going. Bye my lovelies…see you tomorrow."
"Bye hun. Be safe." Angie said.
"I always am…" I retorted while winking at her.
On my way out I ran into Jake again. His face lit up with a huge smile upon seeing me.
"Hey, Isabella. I just saw my father and he told me you have the job. Congratulations girl…I am so happy for you!"
"Thank you Jake…I am extremely happy."
"Bella, are you going to the cocktail party tonight? I think it's at La Santa Fé , right??"
"It is Jake. And, yes, I'll be there."
"I am going too…Do you want me to pick you up? We could go together?" he asked.
"Oh, okay Jake. That would be nice…Thank you."
"Okay Bells. Be ready at 7:30 sharp….I'll pick you up then." He said in his teasingly-serious voice.
"All right Jake. I'll See you tonight."
Did I ever tell you my boss was a fucking nice boss.
The meeting with Aro Volturi went great and was very productive.
He was a very nice person, and very enthusiastic about his creations..
He was about five feet ten inches, blond curly hair, dazzling blue eyes….Michelangelo can go back where he came from…very good-looking man for Angie I thought… with a small smile on my face…I always think about the welfare of my girls…. He showed me his portfolio with even more drawings of the clothes he was designing. Yes, he was a very talented young man indeed.
After our two hour-meeting I got him signed to the contract.
Five years with us with all our clauses accepted.
This guy was pure talents and I was sure as Angela said earlier that this designer would rock the place….and hers…no doubt about it.. I thought …smiling at my own thought.
So I drove back to my loft.
Gosh, this was turning out to be an excellent day.
God must have heard my prayers. Even the roads were almost deserted!….arghhhhhhhhh….when you are a good girl…you must have some rewards….
Back to the loft, I had a lot of time to relax..
A glass of fine red wine. listening to some music…and reading a magazine. Hmmmm…This Edward Cullen-guy was on the cover again.
I must admit, the guy was sex-liscious in all his the masculine glory. Definitely a sexgod.
Just the sight of him made me ovulate…I know….I'm exaggerating…but Holy Jesus…he is so damn cute…I may not ovulate…but damn him…when I see his face…and that killing smile…I am losing it a bit…I kind of wish I could have him in my bed…at least once…Yeah….sure… Bella…dream again…Edward Cullen in your bed. get your thoughts and your ass elsewhere.
So I finally moved my ass , stepping out of my reverie and into the shower. This was going to be a long night, meeting all those people…all those designers. And this was going to be quite formal, so I had to take more time than usual with my appearance.
I thought of my motto:…Be simple…happy…and sexy…
Well tonight it was…Be happy….and very sexy..
First of all my, when a girl wants to feel sexy…under-garments are of the utmost importance. So I took my black lace bra…the one with the pink roses nicely embroidered through the garment and the matching string panties…which barely cover my girly-bits…and really don't cover my ass at all. I added the black and pink garter and sheer nylon stockings.
Next, I chose a long tight, red silk Armani dress, with a high-slit up one-side thus showing a lot of my right thigh. It was also cut very low in the back, a plunging v- neck in the front revealing a tasteful amount of cleavage. I put on my Swarovski red and silver necklace and the matching earrings, my four-inch-heel Prada silver stilettos, and to complete the ensemble, a silver scarf.
I decided to twist my hair into a bun, leaving some loose strands of hair on either side of my face. And I added a silver barrette just under the bun.
My make-up was almost as simple as usual. I am not one for heavy make-up.
Not that I don't like it. I just don't like it on me….I don't like that feeling of having a second skin on top of my own skin.
As I readied myself, my thoughts went back to the magazine I was reading earlier.
I may not want a second-skin on my face…but as for my body…if it was Edward Cullen…yes…he could be my second skin any day. I am willing to have him…on top…under… and inside…Okay Bella…stop that rambling.
So I put my usual sandy-eye-shadow on with a trace of silver eye-liner, some deep black mascara on my long eyelashes, a pinkish-beige blush on my cheeks, and finished it all off with my transparent brilliant lip gloss.
Again…simple…but still sexy.
I still had a little bit of time left before Jake came to pick me up, so I poured another glass of wine…and went back to read that magazine…and Edward Cullen.
Holy Mother of God, he really was a fucking masterpiece.
But he did not look happy in some of those pictures, particularly the ever-invasive paparazzi pictures.
One showing him leaving a convenience store with a six-pack of beer with the tagline: CULLEN LOVES CORONA. What's that fucking deal with that? Who in the hell cares about him drinking Corona?
And then more pics of him walking with an actress, tagline:
A LOVE AFFAIR BETWEEN EMILY AND EDWARD.
This poor guy…What a life….the curse of being famous. No thanks, not for me.
My thoughts were interrupted by the sound of my door bell…Oh…Jake…
As soon as I opened the door, I saw my sweet cute-ass boss.
BEAUTIFUL.
He was wearing a black tuxedo with a white shirt, a black bowtie, shiny black shoes, and a smile nothing short of divine.
He actually looked like a model tonight, straight out of GQ.
"Hello Bella." Jake said. "You are absolutely stunning…"
"Thank you Jake. You look pretty-good yourself tonight."
"Thanks Bells. So, ready to go?"
"Sure, just let me get my purse."
"So how was your meeting today with Volturi?" Jake asked as he opened the door of his Vanquish.
Yes my boss was nice, sexy and he drove a Vanquish.
"Very productive, he signed the contract. He is very talented and I am really happy that we are going to be his representatives."
"Good" Jake said. "But, this day is not finished yet We've more people to meet tonight"
"Yeah, but this is not as stressful.
We know almost all of these fashion designers, and most of the models that will be wearing the clothes at the gala next week. So I think this will be a pleasant night. And, I love this new restaurant! I went there once, it is pretty big but still very cozy…and the food is exquisite." I rambled on in my excitement.
"I am sure we will have a nice night Bells. Here we are, let's find a place to park my baby." Jake added with a smile.
"Yeah…your baby…A man and his car…" I said smiling back at him.
Jacob parked the car and opened the door for me…and we went straight in…
This place was beautiful. It was huge, with large bay windows on either side and private sun lounges.
In the middle were round tables very nicely-appointed with silk white tablecloths.
On the right side there was a bar and at the rear there was a small stage where local musicians performed every night.
Also, there was a huge aquarium with the most beautiful tropical fish I had ever seen…just to the side of the stage….Yes…This was indeed a very nice restaurant.
There were a lot of people already seated at many of the tables.
On our way across the restaurant, I greeted the ones I knew, and they, in turn introduced me to some new acquaintance.
As the hostess led us to our table, I looked at some of the designers who were seated at the bar. I knew most of them, but my attention was drawn towards a beautiful man seated there among the familiar faces.
His face was slightly turned to the right, so I was only able to see his profile.
A very well-defined strong jaw, shiny copper-bronze hair…and then suddenly, he turned completely…and I saw him…JESUS…MARY..JOSEPH…THAT IS EDWARD- FUCKING-HOT CULLEN..WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING HERE??
I nearly tripped on my dress, and Jake firmly grabbed me by the arm, keeping me from falling on the floor and making a complete fool of myself.
I was stunned. WHAT THE HELL IS CULLEN DOING HERE? I keep repeating to myself for about thirty seconds. Maybe more.
"Are you okay Bella?" Jake asked while giving me a puzzled look.
"Yeah Jake, everything is fine. Why do you ask?" I retorted.
"You seem a little bit strange."
Great Bella…even your boss finds you weird…stop acting like a stupid-out-of-your-mind fan Collect yourself…you are a mature woman. Jesus Christ…Act like one.
"No, Jake…everything is fine. I feel a bit dizzy. I guess I'm hungry."
Right about than one too Bella…dizzy because you are hungry…What you would like to eat is sitting on a stool at the bar….Okay now...Behave…
The waitress arrived at our table and handed us the menus.
This was an Italian restaurant, so I ordered the Chicken Parmigianino, Caesar salad, garlic bruschetta rolls and a glass of red wine.
From the corner of my eye, I couldn't help myself from frequently looking at the bar…attracted to the Greek-god whose head was now slightly turned toward me.
I met his gaze once, twice, a third time...almost falling from my chair every time our eyes came in contact. And once…he smiled.
OMG..I thought my last hour had arrived…heavy-breathing, palpitations….calm yourself Swan…it is just a man…well maybe not just a man…it is fucking-Cullen.
Okay that's it…control yourself dammit...and stop talking to yourself…
So the dinner continued. I had almost gained control over my erratic-mind, finally listening to the people around me and focusing my interest on their conversations.
Then…I lost it again.
The owner of the bar, Marcus Masen, went up on the stage to welcome us and introduce a special friend who had come here tonight to perform.
"…I am very pleased that he chose my place tonight. Hope you enjoy your evening and have a good time. Let me introduce you to my dear friend Edward Cullen…Most of you already know of him. He is leaving tomorrow for a well-deserved one-month holiday…but tonight he has kindly agreed to perform a song for you…so please welcome him." The audience began to clap.
…he is going to sing!
He took place in the center of the stage behind the piano.
He began to sing…a ballad…so beautiful…I knew this song: No promises by Shane Ward
Hey, baby when we are together
Doing things that we love
Every time we're near
I feel like I'm in heaven… feeling high
I don't want to let go girl…
And he continued…staring at me…singing…playing piano…and staring at ME.
I just need you to know girl
I don't want to run away
Baby you're the one I need tonight
No promises
I felt like I was in heaven…with an angel…
His velvety-smooth voice singing directly to me…
Baby now I need you all the time
I just want to die in your arms
Here tonight
I was completely charmed…spell-bound…fascinated..
I don't want to run away
Baby you're the one I need tonight….
The song ended…and I was still in paradise…completely not here. A total-blackout.
Soon reality returned as I heard Jake's voice, asking me something.
"Hey…calling Bella….earth to Bella! You sure are absent-minded tonight. Are you okay?
"I'm just a bit exhausted." I lied.
"Do you want to go? We can if you want."
" No Jake, I think I'll get a drink. Do you want something?" I asked.
"No thanks. I have to drive later…so I better stop now."
"Okay then, I'll be right back…don't leave." I joked.
"Where else would I go?" Jacob added with a smile.
So I went to the bar and ordered a Blue Lagoon, my favourite drink.
I sat on the stool, slowly sipping my drink and playing with the little coloured-papered umbrella the bartender had put in the glass….and thinking about this man…his face…his voice…his everything…this guy had it all…
I began to talk with one of the fashion designers seated next to me. He had been one of my first clients. One of the funniest and original openly-gay designers the firm represented. We had become great friends over the years.
"Hey Paul. How are you? How is your evening so far?"
"Yes Bella…I'm having a nice time, the food was delicious, the people are great…seems like we are part of the jet set here tonight" Paul stated.
"We tried to invite most of the designers and the models that are going to be at the gala next week. So since almost everybody accepted the invitation, the place is quite crowded."
"And, did you see Cullen?…My oh My! That ass…I had a hard-on the whole time he was singing." Paul was not one to mince words. I laughed.
"Yes, I noticed him too. And I do agree with you. The man is absolutely gorgeous."
Suddenly I felt someone very-close behind me….warm breath on my skin.
I knew it was him… I smelled him…a scent of beer, a hint of smoke, and OMG.. The Abercrombie & Fitch cologne... a scent…unique and really quite-intoxicating.
I felt his hot gaze on me…My skin was burning.
He moved to my side and looked directly at me.
"Hey, baby. Do you want another drink?" he asked.
Hmmm…'baby'?… I was a little bit surprised by the way he greeted me.
"Do I know you sir? My name is Bella, by the way." I added in my best smart-ass tone.
"Okay Bella. Do you want a drink? And you certainly know me…I am famous…I'm Edward Cullen." He added smugly.
"I know who you are. It is just the 'baby'-thing. I am not too fond of being called 'baby' by a man I just met."
"Well, Bella I am not too sure about that. The way you were staring at me tonight, I thought you could see right through my clothes." Then he laughed. How conceited could this guy be? He continued on.
"Anyway, I am used to it. Almost all girls react to me the way you did. Just a snap of fingers and directly in my bed…" I stared at him in disbelief. He must be joking. No one could be that full of themselves.
Suddenly, he leaned towards my ear, lightly touched my neck and murmured.
"I would like to fuck you senseless tonight. Fuck you until you scream my name."
"What did you say?" I stared at him….completely shocked.
"You heard me just fine. I want to fuck you and I am ready to pay for your services."
WHAT? WHAT? WHAT? My mind screamed and then my voice caught up.
"WHAT? WHAT DID YOU JUST SAY? 'PAY FOR MY SERVICES' WHAT DO YOU THINK I AM? AN ESCORT?" He looked at me in disbelief as I screamed at him.
Then…I slapped him…on the face…hard…and said:
"Edward Cullen…you're a bastard… a jerk… and a fucking asshole…Don't touch me…I don't ever want to see your prick-face again."
I pushed past him as the owner of the bar approached us.
"Is there a problem here Mademoiselle" he asked.
"Yes there surely is! This man is your friend, right? Maybe you should choose your friends better…This one is an asshole."
And leaving them abruptly…I went back to my table.
I could feel the threat of tears welling-up. I had never been so insulted. Edward-fucking-Cullen had just ruined my almost-perfect day. I just wanted to find Jake and get the fuck out of this place.
Oh…My…God…Edward ….what a bad way to treat a lady…You behaved like a real jerk…Oh…you want to explain yourself….you want to justify….and we are ready to hear from you…so the next chapter is your point of view.. all yours…
Note from the author…This is Bella's favourite recipe…Try it if you want..
BLUE LAGOON
1 oz of Rum
One half oz of Blue Curaçao
One half oz of pineapple juice
Pour Rum & pineapple juice over ice in highball glass. Float Blue Curaçao.
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