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Quickie A/N:
Alright sweeties - not much to say, we have an early flight to NYC - so enjoy!
My stomach heaved; nauseous waves exploiting themselves throughout my body. Crimson red flushed my cheeks; heat pooled across my face. I tried to breathe, however, my lungs felt constricted; felt as if they were ignoring my request for air.
"Mrs. Newton, I've asked you a question."
Turning my gaze upwards, I stared into the eyes of the young, handsome man. He sat sternly above me, donned in a black robe, gavel placed directly in front of him. "Mrs. Newton, please answer the counsel."
"Judge Whitlock... I... I..."
My body couldn't manage to form any type of coherent sentence. Pleading, I looked to my left, stared into the eyes of the jury; strangers plucked from the streets of Miami. Their eyes were cold, black orbs of nothing filling their blank sockets. Feeling a slight panic arise, I scanned the room frantically searching for Alice. I found her sitting in the back of the room, alone in a bench toward the door. Her once bright expression was now gone, replaced by the same stern expression of the jurors, her eyes just as solidly black.
"I can't help you," she mouthed, smiling evilly in my direction.
"Mrs. Newton, answer the question. Did you or did you not have any type of sexual relations with Mr. Cullen?" Judge Whitlock continued to ask, gesturing towards another young man who sat opposite of me in the brightly lit courtroom.
Meeting his gaze, I couldn't manage to look away. He sat at a small table, casually leaning his back against a chair, his feet kicked upon the wood of the large wooden table, his hands folded in his lap and the slightest devilish grin spread across his beautiful face. However, his eyes were warm, unlike the rest of the attendants in the courtroom, they gleamed brightly at me,; taunting me.
"I... Edward... I...," I continued to stammer, feeling the heated flush move from my face to the upper portion of my torso.
"Mrs. Newton!" Judge Whitlock, grabbing at his gavel and bringing it down with a startling thud against the wood grain of his podium.
Edward suddenly leaped from his chair, banging it against the bench pew behind him. "Permission to approach the bench, Judge Whitlock?"
The Judge sighed, adjusting in his seat before answering. "Permission granted."
Edward walked toward me, his smile cruelly burning through my exterior. He didn't stop when he approached the wooden stand, instead he stepped up the few stairs to stand right next to me in the small area.
"Bella," he breathed, grabbing my chair and spinning it towards him. Leaning into me, his breath came in hot wisps across my face, the familiar smell of my many trysts rushing excitedly to pool at my center."Judge Whitlock would like to know what you've done. I think you should answer him, Mrs. Newton," Edward breathed, leaning closer.
"Edward... what are you... Judge... I can't..," I stammered, not able to stop staring directly into Edward's hypnotic eyes.
"If you can't speak, Mrs. Newton, then why don't we just show him what you've done?" Edward grunted, his palm finding purchase under my skirt and in between my already wet folds.
"Edward...," I moaned uncertainly, my eyes rolling back into my head as he continued to rub, the friction sending me into a flight of ecstasy.
"I see," Judge Whitlock chuckled from his spot on the stand. "That Mrs. Newton has indeed engaged in some type of sexual relation with you, Mr. Cullen. Is this all you have done, Mrs. Newton?"
"Not even close," Edward laughed, answering the question as he continued to caress my now slick folds, my juices pooling over his fingers. "This," he snickered as he bent on his knees lifting my skirt to gather at my waist, "Is just the tip of the iceberg, don't you agree, Mrs. Newton?" He head bowed his head to find purchase between my legs. Smiling, he breathed in deeply, the scent of my sex no doubtful invading him. "Mmm, Mrs. Newton, why don't you tell the judge how you squirm when I do this," he laughed as his tongue traced a line between my lips, my body acting out his words in a perfect display. "Or how you fold into my palms when I do this," he growled, plunging two fingers inside of my moistened walls, curling them into a pure oblivion.
"Edward...," I continued to prattle, my head lulling to hit the back of the chair. I watched in desperation as Jasper eyed me, a snide smile plastered across his face. Even though embarrassed at my display, I couldn't help but to buck into his palm, doing exactly as he had described; exactly as he wanted.
Ignoring the jurors, ignoring Alice, and ignoring the Judge, I looked down at the glorious man between my legs. Watched as sucked my lips between his own, his face glistening with my wetness. I couldn't help but let myself go. Couldn't help but placing my palms against his head and guiding him into my heat. Bucking in my chair, I sighed silently to myself as he moaned into my skin, the vibrations sending me well over my limits; a heated orgasm starting to form.
"Fuck, Edward," I allowed myself to say, oblivious to my surroundings.
"Mmm," he moaned as he pumped his fingers furiously inside of me. "Come for me," he mouthed into my thigh, letting his tongue trace one last line up my lips.
"Yes... yes," I mouthed, my hands ridding themselves from his hair to grasp onto the arms of the chair.
"That's my girl." He grinned, as my juices flowed from my center onto his fingers, soaking them with a glistening sheen. "That's my Tanya."
Tanya?
Opening my eyes, I saw Edward standing in front of me. Wiping his moistened face across his clean, crisp suit he began to laugh. It started out as a chuckle, then progressed into something deep; a guttural sound coming from within depths. His once warm eyes, glassed over; blackness engulfing them as he continued to laugh. "Tanya, my girl, my Tanya," he laughed evilly.
In a sudden fit, Alice, Judge Whitlock and the jurors all joined in with Edward, their sinister laughs bouncing off the courtroom walls, shooting through my ears like heated daggers. I winced as I forced my hands over my ears, pulling myself from the stand, my shoulder hitting Edward's as I began to run.
Run as far as I possibly could.
Bolting upright in my bed, I breathed in heavy pants; Edward's sickening laugh still echoing loudly in my ears. Even though the morning breeze felt wonderful against my skin, my sheets were drenched in sweat and my thin, cotton shirt clung to my every curve.
Wiping the sweat from my brows, I forced my eyes open, only to look cautiously around my brightly lit room. I was half expecting to see a sea of blackened eyes, of laughing jurors, of Jasper banging his gavel, of an evil Alice, and an even more sinister Edward. My dream, my nightmare, had, for lack of better words, sent my brain into an early morning frightening panic.
Not wanting to start my morning routine, I grimaced, as I pulled myself from the sheets, my freshly cut skin still stung as my feet came in contact with the cold wood floor. I cursed him under my breath with each painfully excruciating step. Who throws an expensive bottle of wine on a deck anyways? Further yet, why do I have to be so insanely clumsy?
After our quick romp, Edward had left me on the side of the hot tub. He had left without another word, his fingers still soaked in my juices. As he walked carefully across the deck, his shoes crunched against the broken glass. After fishing Alice's ruined shoes out of the champagne littered water, I tried to mimic Edward's carefully executed escape, however, ended up failing miserably.
With only one leg out of the tub, I managed to slip, the weight of my body crashing into the soaked wood of the deck, the sharp glass puncturing my fair skin. The slightest bit of pain waivered through my body, however, the amount of anger I felt couldn't even compare. Grumbling, I pulled my body upright, trying yet again to gather my balance. Realizing that putting on Alice's shoes was a lost cause and would work against my already horrible balance, I winced as the glass cut through the delicate skin of my feet with each step towards the ladder; my only way out from this glass cutting hellhole.
My skin stung uncontrollably as a horde of greedy paparazzi pushed their cameras in my face, the bright flashes of light nearly blinding me. The only thing I could manage to see was him kissing his wife. Kissing her with lips that were still more than likely covered in my ecstasy. His brutal, cruel smile made my blood boil in a fiery rage.
I stood there dumbfounded and as always Jacob had been my savior. Plucking me from the dock, he didn't say a single word as he drove me home in his sedan. He sat casually next to me, his hand placed gingerly upon my thigh, continuously rubbing my wounds. In most cases, Jacob's more than forward touch would have been a bit awkward, however, at the time, it was the comfort I needed.
Jacob was beside me as he walked me several steps down into my apartment, a small flat under a designer clothing store on Ocean Drive that Jake himself used to rent before moving to be closer to the bay. Setting me down gently in my bed, he made his way into the bathroom, coming back with a bit of ointment, a few band-aides and a roll of gauze. Working gingerly, he dressed my wounds, still not saying a single solitary word, his eyes constantly darting from mine. Jacob had left shortly after, without so much of a goodbye, just a simple friendly rub to the shoulder and a quick forced smile.
Now, here I was, standing in the frame of my bathroom door, with a pair of bandaged legs, one slightly bruised hip, and my scratched fingers holding a steaming mug of coffee, glaring at Alice's expensive dress that hung over the top of the shower stall. Tapping my fingers against the warmed ceramic of the coffee cup, I stared at the ruined black material, water occasionally still dripping from the shredded black ribbons into the awaiting tub below. Alice's equally ruined shoes sat in the basin of the tub, dried water marks replacing the once crisp, black satin material.
I sighed with tears nearly forming in my eyes as I realized how much money, ruined money,hung in my bathroom. I could only imagine what Alice had spent on the ensemble, even if both the dress and shoes were several years old. On my way home from the party, Alice had texted me while Jacob was driving. I knew while at the party she had been upset about her loss of clothing, however after given a bit of time to settle down, she felt horrible. Even though she refused to take payment, I vowed to return a brand new dress and equally beautiful pair of shoes, even if it took me years to save the money.
A slight, shrill beep from my phone sent me searching through my apartment, my feet stinging with every step, until I finally located my phone on my bedside table.
Office. 10AM.
J. Black
I looked at the clock; it was nearly eight thirty in the morning… on a Saturday. This worried me. Granted, Jake occasionally would stop in the office on the weekends, but it was always by himself; he would never think to call any of his employees in unless they had been previously scheduled. Plus, Jake wasn't one to text, hell he wasn't even one to email. Even with his job as head editor, he seemed to be constantly repelling technology. A good old fashioned call from Jacob usually suited his standards, so needless to say a text from him, had hundreds of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.
I tried to get ready as quickly as possible, throwing on a white buttoned blouse, complete with a tight, calf length pencil skirt. Despite the extremely warm temperatures, I carefully zipped up a pair of black, Prada knee high boots that Cynthia had lent me during the cooler winter months, in an effort to hide my severely bandaged legs. I had opted out of taking a shower. The thought of peeling the bandages from my skin, made my stomach turn. Besides, I had 'technically' managed to get decently soaked the night before, even if my skin still did have the slight smell of chlorine, it was nothing a little perfume couldn't handle.
Grabbing my keys, I walked out from my apartment, the warmth of the sun feeling marvelous against my skin as I slowly escalated the stairs. Carefully managing my way into my driver's seat of the car, I took off, making sure to allow myself enough time to make a quick pit stop before my impromptu office meeting.
Sixty minutes later, I was listening to the annoyingly loud clicking sound of my boot heels as I waltzed through the lobby of my office, The Miami Times, with my purse and another recently purchased bag in tow. My stomach continued to flip as I caught a ride on a very empty elevator. As the doors opened, I secretly yearned for just a moment of the normal morning bustle, the darkened office seemed cold and a bit uninviting. Cautiously, I made my way down the dark corridors toward the back of the building where all the editors' office were placed, fear gripping me as I realized none of my other colleagues seemed to be joining me for this early morning meeting.
Through the glass walls, I could see Jacob in his office pacing back and forth, his fingers cupped around his chin. His hair was in disarray and his brows were furrowed. He was dressed in casual attire, not the crisp clean clothes I was used to seeing Jacob in. Cynthia sat uneasy in front of his large desk, several photos in her hands, her eyes cast down towards the floor.
"Morning," I breathed as I stepped into his office. "What's going on?" I asked, trying my best to keep my composure even though the tension was more than evident in the room.
Cynthia's eyes met mine as she handed me the set of photos, each one a mock up from Miami's local papers. I was splattered on the cover of each newspaper looking like a severely drenched, bleeding piece of roughage. I groaned. It wasn't one of my most proudest moments.
"These are going out this morning," Cynthia said quietly. "Some of them are already out; we couldn't stop them from going to press."
I looked toward Jake who was still continuing to pace in the corner of the room. If he moved any faster, I'm sure he could have nearly walked a rut in the polished floor. To be quite honest, I thought his behavior was a little erratic for just a few published photos. Sure, my less than pleasurable image would be on display for all of Miami to see and this wouldn't be the greatest image to portray during my divorce, but just like everything else in life, it would quickly dissolve in a few days. Besides, I would have thought Jake would have welcomed the attention to the paper, it's not everyday one of our staff graced our competitors' front pages.
Before I could speak, Jake suddenly stopped in his tracks. His normally warm eyes were crazed and darkened. "Apparently, Edward, 'I'm Such a Fucking Cocksucker Cullen' has got a severe issue with us," Jake nearly yelled, making both Cynthia and I jump in our places.
"Excuse me,… Jacob? I... I don't understand," I quietly whispered, feeling the extreme urge to bolt from his office.
"This...," Jake bellowed as he pulled a piece of paper from his pocket and slammed it down in front of Cynthia, the rush of air from his fist slightly blowing her red curls. "...this is what you need to understand," he gestured pointing towards the paper. "It's a bill. A large fucking bill for a complete deck replacement on his yacht. Seems your little escapade last night Bella, pissed the 'All Mighty King of Douche-bags' off."
Jake stormed across the room, taking up his pacing once again as I carefully inspected the letter. Sure enough, it was a complete deck replacement analysis, the total cost... more than what I made in an entire year. However what surprised me the most, was a very small sum tacked on at the bottom. ''Jitters'' the bill read.
I don't do handouts.
His forgotten words seeped through my mind, my fist balling at my sides. Even though I was fuming, I could barely manage to speak.
"Jake... I'm sorry... I...," I whispered.
"Bells, seriously, can I ask just what in the fuck were you doing up there?" Jake asked, his voice loud and stern.
"I... I...," I stammered, not able to get a single solitary word out.
As if the anger suddenly boiled passed Jacob's limit, he swiftly made his way across the room, tearing the bill from my hands and grabbing my shoulders. "That's all I get, Bella... is an 'I... I?' You can't say shit to me? No sorry? No... 'Oh hey, Jake, sorry for fucking up royally and acting like a complete ass last night?' No... nothing?!"
My face burned red as Jacob continued to scream at me, his anger fully displayed as he began to shake my shoulders. Tears stung my eyes as his fingers dug into my skin. "Jake... I'm... I," I tried to stammer out without any use.
"Fuck, Bella, I could lose my fucking job over this! Do you understand that? Can you comprehend that in your little pretty head, or are you too busy trying to flirt with your husband's fucking lawyer?"
"Enough!" Cynthia cried as she bolted from her chair, pushing her body between us, desperately trying to pry Jacob's fingers from my arms. "Enough, Jake!"
The tears I had so desperately tried to keep at bay were flowing rapidly down my face in heavy streams as Jacob walked away from me, my shoulders stinging from his tight grasp. Cynthia wrapped her arms around my trembling frame, smoothing down my hair as I continued to cry. Even though Jacob's words hurt, they were true. The truth hurts.
"Jake, listen, I can make up for it, I can put in some extra time at work," I pleaded with him, my tears completely soaking Cynthia's silk blouse.
The room was quiet for several moments before Jake sighed deeply. He turned to me, his erraticm crazed eyes now warm... normal. Running a quick fist through his hair, he gave it a forceful tug before making his way back over to me, pushing Cynthia out of the way, and grabbing me in a tight embrace . "Fuck, Bells, shit I'm so sorry. I just... God, everything seemed to come to a sudden hilt. What that cocksucker did to me at the club, then you bleeding last night while he just stood there and laughed, and now this fucking letter. It's like he's got some personal vendetta against me and I don't know what the hell to do. I'm just trying to stay afloat here, keep a bit of face and not lose my job in the process."
Edward Cullen didn't have a vendetta against Jacob, he had one against me. He was trying to ruin everything perfect in my world and I was letting him. My shaking arms wrapped tightly around Jake's broad waist. I sobbed loudly into his shirt, left over mascara running onto the cotton material.
"I'm sorry for what I said. I know you would never... you know, hookup with somebody like him. He's an asshole. I should know you're so much better than that," Jake whispered into my ear, his apology stinging straight through my heart.
Better than that. I was better than that. Better than Edward Cullen.
I stood several moments in Jacob's embrace before backing away from him. Reaching out, he palmed my face, his thumb wiping away the remaining tears. He shot me one of his infamous dimpled grins. "Overtime would be great, Bells. Thank you for the offer. I've got some events coming up that we seem to be short staffed for."
He smiled at me again, letting go of my face as I nodded. Glancing from me to Cynthia, he straightened his wrinkled shirt the best he could before walking towards his desk, reaching for the phone. "If you could please excuse me, I need to place a call to our insurance agent. I'm sure she's going to be thrilled about this," Jacob semi laughed, the sound coming from his mouth seeming to be more than forced.
I grabbed my bags as Cynthia and I headed out into the long corridor, closing Jacob's door behind us. I breathed a sigh of relief as we reached the elevator, my fingers still shaking as I pressed the buttons.
"Shit," Cynthia mumbled the moment the doors closed behind us. "Bella, I'm sorry. Jake said some things really out of line in there."
"No, no it's fine. Jacob deserves to be pissed at me. I was stupid last night. I did something extremely stupid," I murmured, not daring to look Cynthia in the eyes in fear that I would come clean; would tell her the truth as of what really happened last night.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Cynthia staring at me, her face boasting a confused look. Shifting her gaze downwards she took notice of the small plastic bag I was holding along with my purse.
''What's in the bag?" she asked, as the elevators opened.
"Oh this?" I asked, holding the bag up as we walked out into the hot Miami heat. "Just a little something," I whispered said my goodbye's. "Just a little something," I murmured again to myself, not believing what I was about to go do.
It had taken me several missed turns, a few escaped vulgarities, and one flip of my middle finger before I arrived at my destination. Finally, with a low tank of gas, I pulled into the parking lot, bringing my silver Volvo to a quick halt in front of a little beach front, one story, modern building. The landscaping was immaculate and annoyingly perfect. The building was surrounded by several large palm trees, and a few hibiscus plants that were in full bloom; their sweet succulent aroma tickling at my nose. A large marble sign was placed directly in front of the street in full view of each passerby.
E. Cullen
Attorney at Law
Breathing in deeply, I grabbed the small bag from the passenger side seat, and swiftly walked to the front door; a heavy, darkly tinted piece of glass boasting two polished chrome handles. My plan was to hang the bag on the outside of the door and leave, turning my back to him and his assholish ways. However, my not so well executed plan was suddenly brought to a complete halt when I noticed one of the doors propped open, the fresh Miami sea breeze blowing into the well maintained building.
I had expected the office to be closed; I figured with the gorgeous weather, he and his wife would be out playing in their toys around town, parading their riches to the less fortunate. I had never planned his office to be open, much less the door to be nearly inviting me in. I never occurred in my mind he could actually be here.
Taking a bold breath, I took a slightly waivered step towards the door, my right foot nearly over the threshold. To be honest, I had no idea what I was trying to accomplish. A very small part of me just wanted to get a slight peek at his office, the same office where my demise was being plotted.
Poking my head through the door, I half expected to be met with a secretary, some little hot number he had employed only to fuck everyday after lunch for a little late morning relief. Some poor girl he rarely paid for overtime and weekends, but she stayed anyways just so he would occasionally slip her a little 'something', which I was almost certain was not a paycheck of any kind. Surprisingly, I was met with a very empty, quiet office, the beautifully black-stained front desk abandoned save for a very expensive looking computer and phone setup.
The office was gorgeous in it's own right, very 'Edward-like.' The painted walls were a crisp shade of grey, not dull and lackluster; they complemented the ivory marble floors wonderfully. Various black and white print photos of lighthouses littered the walls, their black frames popping against the grey varnish.
Curiosity caught the best of me, a rather annoying trait I wish I didn't possess. I couldn't help myself, as I fully emerged myself in the office, peering around at my own content. Walking as quietly as possible down the small dimly lit corridor, I peered in each door as I passed. A few seemed to hold dozens of files stacked floor to ceiling in perfect order, others seemed to be conference rooms, housing small tables with several chairs. I pictured the demise of many people in these rooms: broken hearts, broken people, broken marriages.
A large double door at the end of the corridor caught my attention. I could only assume this would be Edward's office. The right door was slightly ajar, just as the front door had been; a beautiful matching bright chrome handle catching my attention. Holding my breath, I tip-toed toward the door, making sure not to step too heavy; the boots clinking against the tiled floor would be a clear give away of an intruder's presence. Pressing my luck, I continued to lightly ti- toe toward his office, my chest and abdomen pressing against the heavy door.
I liked to think I was pretty lucky when it came to an office space. The Miami Times is located on the 30th floor of a gorgeous scraper amidst the city's skyline. Granted, my cubicle was small but I had insanely gorgeous views of Miami. However, Edward's office was a sight to be reckoned with. His walls were professionally painted in darker shades of grey that accompanied the lighter shade in the main rooms. Instead of marble, his floors boasted a beautifully shined teak wood. His furniture was sleek and seamless, glass accented with darker shades of carved wood. Black and white photos just like the ones in the main entry way graced his walls, however these were of old wooden docks, each decrepitly beautiful. The obvious focal point of the room was the floor to ceiling glass window panes that completed his back wall. A window full of palm trees, the soft sand of the beach, and blue waves crashing into the shore nearly one hundred feet away took my breath away. Between the natural light of the sun and the darkness of the walls, the whole look was quite melodramatic; quite captivating.
"This isn't my fucking fault."
I froze. My breath wanted to heave out in loud gasps as his words flooded into my ears, however instead I sucked it in, my chest immediately feeling constricted with pressure. Silently I scolded myself for being so stupid, so dumb and naive. How could I possibly think I wouldn't get caught?
I could hear his footsteps within his office; they padded the floor out of my sight, seeming to walk from one side of the room to another.
"I would say it's all your fucking fault, Edward. I want it fixed. NOW!"
Fuck shit stars and disciples. His wife. Tanya. Fuck me. I'm done. Edward wouldn't have to end me, she would be the end of my own demise if she caught me here.
If I was honest with myself, the thought of Edward alone in his office excited me. It created a wet heat between my legs that, as hard as I tried, I couldn't ignore. However, the sound of her voice sent me cascading into a panic frenzy.
"Tanya, I can't fucking help if the only press your party got was because of her."
The fear of being caught by Tanya after what happened on their boat made me anxious. I had to escape, but the pull towards him, knowing he was just on the other side of the door, kept me in place.
"Well, my dear, you better tip off your fucking friend at the Times to fix this problem we have," she sneered.
Closing my eyes, I could only imagine what the look on her face was like as she scolded him. Most likely showing no expression at all from the Botox I was sure she regularly injected.
"What friend? Besides, what does it matter what the press got a hold of? Give it a day or so and no one will remember we even had a party because the next scandal or tit job is going to be graced all over those fucking pages. You know how it is down here Tan," he sighed. "People forget things so quickly."
"Yeah, well, I don't fucking forget sweetheart."
It felt wrong to stand in the hallway like some despicable peeping tom and listen to their argument. However, I couldn't help but laugh. To me, it was silly to even be fighting over something as petty as a news article. Granted, if I could take back what was written in the press this morning for my own sanity and not to mention Jake's as well, I would. However, what was done was done.
I couldn't help but to feel the slightest bit smug. Even though I may not have liked Tanya, I silently applauded her for having the nerves to talk to him like she was. Finally, somebody was putting him in a place he belonged. Edward Cullen may think he can control everyone in Miami, but it was quite obvious who wore the pants in their relationship. If the truth was told, I was quite envious of her.
"Fix it, Edward. I don't care how, just get it done."
I heard the scraping of a chair across the floor. Before I had time to react, the door to his office flung open and I stood face-to-face with his very beautiful, very plastic wife. Recognition set in as her eyes swept across my face.
"You!" She glared at me pointing her skinny finger towards my chest. "What are you doing here? Didn't you ruin enough last night?"
I just stood there, mouth agape, unsure of what to say. What really was I doing here? All of my reasoning of coming to his office suddenly flew out of my mind. I was way out of my element and standing next to her I suddenly felt very lost.
"Unless you've come to apologize for the mess you've created, which, quite honestly, is impossible, then I suggest you take your ass out of here. Go back to the slums, where you belong."
I felt like I was being slapped in the face repeatedly. Everything she said was true. I had no reason to be here, in Edward's office, or hell Miami for that matter. I felt my chest constricting, the air was thinning out and I needed to abandon this place. A voice, one that should make me want to run, suddenly kept me in my place.
"Tanya, darling, you're stressed. Why don't you head out to brunch with the girls, have a few Martinis, then over to Elemis for a massage? Just add it to the account. I'll be home tonight where we can continue our discussion."
I peered up at him through my waiting tears. One of his hands was resting on her shoulder, the other casually on her forearm. He leaned in and pressed a kiss to her cheek while keeping his eyes focused on me. For a moment, I didn't think she was going to move, but finally she took a deep breath, her eyes fluttering closed for a slight moment. "Yes, Eddie, I think I will. Besides, I need to relax after the disaster that took place last night."
Tanya continued to look down upon me. I felt the judgment radiating off of her in waves. She did not turn to acknowledge Edward or say goodbye, instead she simply pressed forward, nudging me out of her way before stomping out of his office.
"Don't forget to take out the trash dear," she shouted over her shoulder before exiting his building. "It fucking reeks in here."
Bowing my head, I was frozen in place, not able to fully comprehend the heated exchange that just took place. I knew I needed to leave but my feet felt extremely heavy, I couldn't bear to move them. The silence between Edward and I droned on, while the tension crackled in between.
"What the fuck are you doing here? Come to ruin my marriage in front of my wife? Just because yours isn't working doesn't mean you have the right to destroy mine! You're lucky I got her out of here when I did," Edward yelled at me, his chest heaving in between his breaths.
My eyes shot towards his, narrowing; glaring at him. How dare he speak to me like that especially after what happened last night? He should be the one apologizing to me, not the other way around. However, I knew it would never happen.
"I came here to apologize to you asshole! I actually felt bad for chucking your precious Ray-Bans overboard and wanted to replace them." I shouted as I thrust the bag into his hands. I was shaking with fear and anger. I was so angry, I wanted to do nothing but slap him and cry. Cry for making me feel this way. Cry for him because he thought it was completely normal to treat someone this way.
Cry for myself for still wanting him no matter how he treated me.
"I don't know about you, however, I was raised to replace things I've broken, unlike you. I could barely afford them as it is and now, since you sent Jacob that lovely little bill, I am going to have to work overtime just to pay him back. Yet, I still went out of my way to do something nice for you. How silly of me!"
He barely registered what was in his hands and he just continued to look blankly at me. He was giving nothing away.
"So if you'll excuse me, Mr. Cullen, I have some better things to be doing with my time than sit around here and apologize to you. I've got work to do."
I spun on my heel and hurried myself towards the exit, towards freedom. I didn't want to run, to give myself away. I had to get away from him, but tried to keep myself in check. I couldn't be certain, but I thought I heard something hit the ground behind me, however I kept moving forward. Suddenly, a firm grip wrapped around my arm and I was thrust into a small room mere feet away from the outside world.
"What are you doing?" I screamed.
My heart rate picked up as he stood in front of me with a firm grip on both of my arms. Despite the dark room, my eyes were fully able to take him all in. For the first time since I had seen him, he was in a pair of casual pants, not the perfectly, tightly pressed slacks I was used to seeing him in. His light blue button down shirt complimented his eyes beautifully. His sleeves were rolled up to his elbow, a small thin cuff on his right wrist catching my attention and his taunting wedding ring sat firmly in place.
The wetness between my legs increased as I continued to look him over, and the already small room became much too hot. If I had thought the tension in the office this morning with Jake was too much, I would have been sadly mistaken.
Like a tightly wound rubber band, he seemed to snap, lurching towards me, pinning me against a large file cabinet. A large snarl ripped from his chest as I opened my mouth for him, our tongues tangling with another.
"Christ, Bella."
I could only moan in response. Every thought I had about him was gone. I could only feel everything he was doing to me as I felt him grow hard and thick against my thigh. I could only feel his tongue against mine. I could only feel his teeth nipping at my exposed skin. I could only feel his hands roaming any and everywhere looking for purchase.
Wait. No. No. No.
I couldn't do this. Last night at the boat, I had promised to myself and in some odd way even promised Tanya I would end this. Obviously he hadn't the slightest nerve to, so the job would be up to me.
Using all my strength I pushed Edward away from me, his teeth nipping at my lips as he backed away. He stood awe stuck, seeming to waiver a moment before speaking.
"Something wrong?" he snickered, the palm of his hand trying to grace over my hip.
Successfully managing to block him, I turned from his grasp, trying to make my way towards the door. "You like to think you can have me anyway you want, but you can't. Not now, not anymore," I barked at him. "You may be able to fuck anything you want in Miami, but I'm going to be the one thing you can't have."
His eyes darkened as a dark chuckle escaped his lips. "Feisty you are today, Mrs. Newton. Maybe you do have a backbone after all." The smug smile remained in place as he continued. "As much as I enjoy this new attitude of yours, I have to correct you on one thing. I can have you and I will have you, you'll see."
I rolled my eyes at him as I grasped the door knob, my chest heaving with excitement at the mere fact that I had finally been able to stand up to him. I was prepared to open the door and fully walk away from him, fully leave from his perfect world.
"Mrs. Newton?" he asked, his eyebrows perked. "Just one thing before you leave."
Letting go of the heavy knob, I turned towards him, breathing in deeply as I watched him search the rows of files, finally placing his fingers on one in particular and giving a quick pull. Walking towards me, he thumbed the manila folder in his hands, giving me full advantage to see the papers.
To my horror, I watched as pictures, copied documents, bank statements, and a marriage certificate flipped between his fingers; my file, my life, was literally racing before me as he continued to walk past me. Pressing his body against mine, I sucked in a heavy breath of air as he reached behind me, the click of the door's lock echoing loudly in the room.
"Ironic isn't it? Your life...," he grinned, his lips grazing my collar bone. "Right here, between my fingers."
I swallowed noisily, my throat suddenly becoming extremely dry. Edward backed away, and resumed thumbing through my file, quick glimpses of my previous life continuing to tease and taunt my brain.
"I'm good at many things as you know, Mrs. Newton, but I'm especially good at my job. That's what people pay me for. People know this, I know this, Miami knows this. You see, Alice is fresh meat... or freshly fucked as we attorneys like to call it. She's right out of college, starting off on her own. Quite cute actually." He smiled, amusing only himself. "I make people like Alice cry. I humiliate them in the courtroom."
"I think Alice can hold her own," I barked towards him, turning my back towards him once again, my fingers fumbling on the door lock.
He laughed, placing my file under his left arm while grabbing me with his right, only to spin me around to face him. "That may be, however, I know people and I know the right people. I'm not in this business to play make believe. I'm here to ruin people and I have the ability to end her career before it even starts. When I told you the other day, I could ruin you, I meant that. Ruining both you and Alice would be a pleasurable experience for me, quite exciting actually."
I seethed in his direction, my putrid hate for him seeping into the room. Taking my eyes off his, I could only manage to stare at my file that was tucked safely under his arm.
"Want it?" he breathed, bringing the file out from under his arm and waving in front of my face.
"You know I do," I gulped, following the manila file with my eyes, my heart skipping a beat as a sudden flick of his wrist sent my file fluttering to the ground. My life, my once peaceful life, scattered across the floor. Looking down toward the discarded documents he snickered. To access my file, meant one thing. I would have to succumb, sink to my knees in front of him.
"I'm not giving you what you want Edward Cullen. I'm not going to sink to my knees like one of your little whores," I quietly professed, my breath fanning across his face. I could barely allow myself to look at him in fear I would actually give in to his little game.
"Hmm, is that so?" Edward murmured, pressing me up against the door once again, his arms blocking me in a small cage. "Tell me one thing, Mrs. Newton. When I do this...," he whispered, his nose running a line down my jaw, his warm tongue flicking gingerly at my skin. "Or this," he stated, his right hand slipping from the side of my head, running a line down my blouse, his index finger taunting feverishly at my exposed flesh, plucking at a few of the buttons. "How do you feel?"
Turning my head, I squelched the urge to moan. With just a simple touch of his fingertip and a simple flick of his tongue, a new round of warmed wetness collected between my legs and he knew it. The fucking prick knew it.
He always got what he wanted. What about what I wanted? That question weighed heavy on my mind. I wanted so many things in my life, but at the moment, here in this small room, I could only manage to want one thing.
Him.
It was a useless fight. I wanted him. I wanted him with a fiery passion that I could no longer hide. Whether he ruined my life or not, there was no reason to deny my physical attraction to him any longer.
If he could take what he wanted, I would take just as much back.
Mustering up as much force as I could, I pushed my arms against him, shoving him completely from my body. In a sudden fit, I grasped at his shirt, ripping it open as hard as I possibly could, his surprised expression, nearly sending me into a fit of giggles. Harshly slapping my palms on his chest, I slowly dragged my nails down his muscled abs, watching as he grimaced. His sun-kissed skin plumped as my nails left their marks; I smiled, more than pleased. He sucked in a quick breath and a low moan escaped from the back of his throat. "Tell me, Mr. Cullen, how does that feel?"
Feeling the adrenaline coursing through my veins, I continued to torment him. Slowly, I felt my way down his stomach, his defined muscles twitching in unadulterated pleasure. Pressing my self on, I continued further, my breath hitching as I felt his rock hard length through the fabric of his pants. "And what's this? How does this feel?" I asked, trying not to quiver as I watched him throw his head back in pleasure. Feeling him straining against the fabric, I cupped him, grasping a bit harder with each pass. The harder he felt, the wetter I became.
"It feels fucking fantastic, Mrs. Newton," he moaned, his breath coming in heavy lust-filled waves as I slowly undid his belt. Sliding his pants from his hips, I released him, his girth resting snugly against my stomach. My tongue darted out to lick my lower lip as I quickly eyed him. Everything about him was beautiful, every single fucking inch.
Edward moaned as he caught me eyeing him, suddenly grabbing my wrist and pulling my hands away from his throbbing cock. I wanted to whimper at the loss of touch, but was too excited for what was to come. He quickly spun me around, placing my arms against the door. Covering them for a moment with his own hands, his hot breath trailed on my neck. With a slight shift he pushed his dick into the small of my back, grinding into the back of me. I groaned at the friction, but desperately needed more. Slowly, he dragged his hands down my arms, grazed the side of my breasts, and pulled on my shirt with an obnoxious tug. What little buttons he hadn't managed to undo earlier pinged across the room, his teeth nipping cruelly at my exposed shoulder, his hands roughly unclasping my bra, harshly cupping at my chest.
It was becoming quite the struggle to control my breathing. Fuck, I had to focus on something. I looked down. Beneath me, between my legs, were pieces of my life. More specifically, my marriage certificate. Mike, fucking Mike. He was the last thing I wanted to focus on right now. How much he had ruined my life. Edward's threats could never pale in comparison to what he had done.
Feeling a slight bit of anger, I pushed my ass further into him, eliciting a mound of profanities from his lips. Before I even had time to process what was happening, he pulled my tight pencil skirt up as far as he could, the sound of ripping material filling the small room. Pushing my soaked panties to the side, he waivered for a moment, his breath deliciously heavy against my shoulder. With a sudden force, he thrust inside of me, pushing all the way to the hilt, slamming me into the door.
"FUCK!" I shouted in surprise, not expecting the force of him. The pleasure of him filling me completely nearly overwhelmed me, the fullness making me feel eerily complete.
"How does that feel, Mrs. Newton?" he asked as he started to pound into me relentlessly, hitting the same pleasurable spot over and over, teasing and torturing me with every thrust.
I refused to give him what he wanted. He wanted to hear my moan, wanted to hear me scream in ecstasy, wanted to hear me say his name. However, I remained quiet.
"I told you I would have you," he said as he took a palm full of my hair, forcing my head upwards as he continued to bite at my neck, my skin now littered with red lesions. "And I will have you any way I want." In a sudden burst, his other palm smacked my ass. The pleasure from his painful tugging of my hair and the slight sting that was erupting over my sensitive flesh, nearly made me cry out. Yet, still, I remained quiet.
"Enjoy that? Of course you did," he snickered. "I know you dirty girl. I know you like to be smacked." His thrusts became more erratic, more frenzied. He was close. I was quickly following his lead, my body was begging for release however, still I didn't want to give him the satisfaction.
Unexpectedly, I felt a finger of his trail from its place at the small of my back, towards the curvature of my ass. Just when I thought he was going to smack my flesh again, I was utterly surprised. He applied the slightest bit of pressure, smiling as my body immediately tensed, my muscles clamping around him. No one had ever pleasured me there; the new sensations sent a shock wave through my body.
Edward leaned forward, pressing further into me, and stilleding to whisper in my ear, "I said I would have you any way I wanted. If I wanted to take you here," he applied even more pressure with his fingertip and I bit my lip to stifle my groan, "I would take you here, Mrs. Newton."
Pulling back, he slammed into me a few more times, filling me more with each pass. His finger pressed further into my backside, curling inside of me as his face contorted into a mask of ecstasy. "Fuck!'' he moaned loudly, his other palm still anchored in my hair, pulling with each labored thrust.
Releasing his finger from inside of me, he found a tight hold on my hip, pulling himself completely from me before giving one last hard thrust. My traitorous body shook in waves, my teeth nearly drawing blood in my lip as I bit my skin, praying I wouldn't cry out in pleasure.
As if knowing what I was trying to accomplish, Edward reached around my body to circle my clit, bringing me over the edge once again. Just like the time before, I kept my mouth shut, digesting my cries, daring not to let him know how fantastic he felt.
"Ungh, fuck," he cried out again, as he pulled completely out of me, shooting his load below me.
Instantly I felt the loss of him, felt immediately hollow, and couldn't help but release a loud sigh, resting my dampened forehead against the door. In some odd way I was relieved it was over, but the dull, warming ache inside was only a reminder of how much my body craved him.
"Shit," he panted out. Pressing his head against my shoulder momentarily, he tried to regain his breathing, sweat dripping from the ends of his hair.
My own head hung heavy as I looked below me, my breaths finally becoming regular. Opening my eyes I took notice of my file, the discarded sheets lay below of in a tangled heap. Squinting, I tried my best to read the papers, correspondence between Mike and him, emails, notes, even a few news articles. My breath hitched in my throat when I saw a familiar green-hued paper, the same paper I had been looking at earlier as he flicked through my file.
My marriage certificate was covered in him.
He had pulled out of me just as he was about to come, finishing over my file, his residue smearing not only mine, but Mike's signature as well.
What. The. Fuck?
Pulling my head from the door, I did my best to smooth my ruined skirt, along with trying my best to tie my now ripped shirt. I couldn't help but keep my eyes focused nervously at my file, my certificate... him. I didn't dare say a word, afraid I would start to cry, my tears already starting to form in my eyes.
Behind me, Edward took little time in zipping up his pants, adjusting his shirt and belt, and finally lighting a cigarette. He caught my continuous stare. Smirking, he picked up the file, shuffled the papers back in their proper place and left my now ruined marriage certificate on the floor.
"Something wrong, Mrs. Newton?" he quietly chortled, taking a rather long drag of his cigarette, the smoke billowing from his mouth to the ceiling. Casually leaning against the massive wall of files, he opened my own, occasionally grinning at papers as he thumbed them through. "You were rather... quiet. Quite abnormal for you. I'd hate to assume you didn't enjoy yourself."
Bastard.
"Then you would be assuming right," I mouthed, stomping towards the door, my fingertips mere inches from the doors knob when he spoke again.
"Is that so, Mrs. Newton?" His voice was fluid as he continued to shuffle though my papers.
"Yes," I stated defiantly, pressing my shoulder back, holding my head firm.
He was next to me in an instant, the warmth of his breath against my ear as he pinned me against the door once again, his body once again caging me like a flightless bird. My head was reeling, consumed by his smell: smooth cigarettes, aged bourbon, spiced aftershave... and sex.
Our sex.
"I call your bluff," he whispered in my ear, goose bumps embellishing my body.
"I'm not a liar," I managed to choke out, my eyes not able to meet his, instead focusing on nothing but his lips. The same lips that had marred my skin only moments ago.
He shifted his upper torso, bending down to my level so I was forced to look nowhere but his eyes. His fingers ran a trail from the top of my knee high boots to the hem of my skirt, stopping momentarily. "Then why is it, Mrs. Newton, that when I do this...," he whispered, his fingers quickly finding themselves between my thighs once again, my folds still wet from our earlier romp. "... that you squirm immediately?"
Memories of my morning dream flooded my brain, an almost sickening desire weighing against my stomach. My mind may have been internally cursing him, but my body, the holy grail of betrayers, was enjoying every pleasurable touch Edward was giving me. Just the simple tweak from his hands made me nearly come undone once again, the pressure building up inside my stomach.
"Like I said, Mrs. Newton. I call your bluff," he quipped as he drew away his fingers bringing them to his mouth to suck at them individually. The sight of his soaked fingers rolling between his lips, left my already soaked panties to adjust with another round of wetness. Unknowingly, I let out the most whorish moan I could possibly muster, watching as his lips creased into a small smile around his fingers.
"Did you know," he started, as he withdrew his fingers and turned his back towards me, opening the door and stepping into the hallway, my file tucked firmly under his arm. "That the definition of an orgasm is the physical or emotional release of one's body? I felt you. Felt your walls constrict around me whether you moaned or not. I may not be able to say you had an orgasm, Mrs. Newton, but my dick says otherwise," he chuckled. "He's actually telling me you had three."
I stood in silence; watching as he walked through the small corridor towards his office door. Turning toward me, he lifted his nose to the air, taking a slight whiff. "Oh and... do grab the trash on your way out. Tanya was right, it smells absolutely horrid in here."
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