This story is loosely based on the Korean Drama, 1% of Anything, because I added more twists, so, uh, yeah.
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BPOV
Emmett squealed as loud as a fucking firetruck, disarming Edward and I. He quickly dialed something on his phone, his face elated.
"OH. MY. GOD. ALICE. You would have never guessed what I just witnessed!" Emmett squealed again, jumping up and down. "UH-HUH. They finally get their shit together!" I can hear Alice's squeal from the phone and it didn't seem to phase Emmett. "OH MY GOD! I KNOW, RIGHT! OH MY GOD! OH! You're right, you're right! I should leave this two..." He winked at us and left the room.
Edward and I looked at each other quizzically. "I'm afraid your brother might be gay." He blurted out.
"If he heard you say that! He would never let you live." I laughed. "Plus, he's married so you're observation is moot. He really is just... exuberant."
"Still, I'm not expecting that reaction. I thought he might kill me from the sound of his voice and his booming steps. I would not like my nuts cut off today or the following days, now that it is very useful, thank you very much." He smirked at me, effectively making me blush."I love your blush." He commented, tracing my cheeks and neck. Our eyes locked. He slyly licked his lips and for a second, I thought we're about to do round two, making me breathe heavily. However, he yawned.
"I don't know about you but I'm sleepy."
I peeked at the digital clock atop the side table. 5 am. Well, we haven't got any sleep and today is very emotionally draining. So, I climbed onto the bed with him disappointingly.
He reached up to me, cuddling me. His head is cradled on my chest, burrowing his nose through the loose shirt as I massage his scalp tenderly. Just like a baby. I never wanted this to end.
Minutes later, he piped up. "I have a flight to Chicago this afternoon."
My breath hitched. "You're still leaving?"
"Silly girl, don't interrupt me while I'm still talking. I was about to ask if you would like to come with me?" Oh.
Yes. No.
I could not bear for him to leave me again.
Yet, I can't leave my job here, my family.
Decisions. Decisions.
"I thought it was at 10 am?" Diverting his attention, stalling, to have more time to decide.
"There are no specific time, really. I got my own jet." He answered swiftly, and I know he's waiting for my answer.
"A private jet?" I asked, my voice an octave higher.
"Well, duh. I'm fucking rich." He answered proudly. Ah, the cocky Edward is back. I love it.
I rolled my eyes, knowing full well he can't see me.
"Do you really need to go to Chicago still?" Maybe we can just start over here.
"Yes. It is very impolite for me if I flipped out. Grandpa would be displeased." He murmured, nuzzling my chest.
"Does he knows? That you're leaving?"
"Not yet. But I'm sure he would know soon enough."
I didn't give away anything. Moments later, he shifted so that we could be face to face. "Isabella, I know I'm making hasty choices but I learned from my mistakes. I could never leave you again."
He said it so lovingly, I melted in his embrace.
"However, one of those hasty mistakes, apart from lying to you, is dirtying my reputation once again. I've admitted loss from Black when I was 18 at a cooking contest, must you remember that. I know, it's petty and foolish but that's complete and unspeakable humiliation for me. However, the thing I done recently is far worse. I gave my hotel away to fed the carnal greediness of the Blacks." He hissed, his arms tightening around me.
"Why did you?" I wondered.
He took a deep breath. "I can't continue staying here or anywhere near you if I'm set on leaving you. Because if I stayed, I don't know how long would I avoid you until I broke down in my knees, begging for you to take me back."
I smiled involuntarily. "Hmm. I should have not came here then. I like the idea of you begging. In more ways than one." I stated seductively.
He growled, biting my earlobe, tugging on it. "You like to be in control, don't ya?"
"I dunno about that but I sure am set on my goals. I never give up, you see." I said huskily, running my hand on his chest.
He purred. "I'm very grateful for that. Because if you're a quitter like me, this would never work out." He kissed my hair.
We stayed like that for a few minutes before he asked again. "I know I'm asking a lot but I really want to start our relationship over. I want to make my every moment with you as perfect as it can be. Will you come with me to Chicago?"
I was still silent, weighing the options.
"I'm being open with you, Bella. I'll try and build your trust with me again. Will you do the same? Be open with me?"
I nodded sternly, that I'm sure I can do. His face lighten up considerably. He watched me as I involuntarily yawned.
"Let's sleep. I do not want to stress you anymore. You've had enough for the night." He said, tracing the lines on my face, the crease on my eyebrows and the dark circles etched on my eyes that I knew I have.
"What about your question?" I asked tiredly as we resume our positions before, me cradling his huge
frame and him, surrounding my body with his arms.
"It could wait 'till later. Plus, I have to restart packing my suitcase, seeing that everything is strewn and messy. However, there is still one question that is much more pressing than that."
"What is it?" I breathed.
"Why did you come after me?" He whispered.
I took a deep breath. Now is the right time. I tipped his head so I could confess my feelings to him eye to eye. His emerald pools glimmer in anticipation.
"Because I'm preposterously in love with you."
He took a deep breath and anxiously bragged. "Well, that's not really surprising since I have the looks, the money, the power, pretty much everything women want. "
"Nice response, Cullen." I pouted, feeling a little hurt. He is being snarky again. Maybe I miscalculated his looks of love earlier. Maybe I'm blinded with my feelings that I did not consider what he is really feeling about me. Maybe he did really want to leave me. Maybe he really doesn't want me. But I felt it. I -
"Stop over thinking things." He scolded, interrupting my thoughts.
"I'm sorry." I mumbled, turning to the other side of the bed, facing away from him. "I shouldn't have said that."
He scrambled to my back, kneading the stiff muscles there, kissing a path. "Do you regret saying that?"
No. However, I felt rejected. I shook my head admittedly, slowly softening from his touch. I hate his effect on me. Yet I loved it.
His mouth formed a smile, grazing my neck. "I-I've grown dangerously attached to you, Bella. More attached than I'll ever be with someone else." He confessed softly, turning me over so I could see the sincerity in his eyes.
He hadn't said it back in traditional sense but he formed a loving sentence that worked both ways. He didn't said the 3 big words but I felt at ease, secure and loved. He might not be ready now but I'm sure soon he would be. I'll wait for him.
He leaned down slowly, looking at my lips purposely. My eyes fluttered closed as the sensation of his lips descended on mine. Just a slight brush of the lips, sealing our love.
However, I instinctively pulled his mouth back to mine when he backed away. He groaned sensually, making my girly bits tingle. His hands moved inside the shirt I wore, fondling every curve. I moaned, egging him on. I straddled his chest, keeping his lips locked with mine as his tongue darted out to lick mine. I opened my mouth eagerly, our teeth clashing. His hands went down, cupping my ass and griping at them tightly.
I released his lips to remove my one piece of clothing, grinding at his obvious erection.
"We have to stop." He panted but continued staring at my exposed body lustily.
I progressed towards his pjs, untying the knot and swiftly pulling it down to his ankles. He pulled my face towards his face, looking at me directly with green eyes, our bodies aligned perfectly. "You're tired. You have a lot to think about -" I pushed down at his cock stubbornly, watching his expression as I whimper happily.
He growled, his eyes locked with mine, now completely dark. "You are unstoppable. Uncontrollable. Very dominating." He hissed, grabbing my boob with one hand, tweaking the tip. I gritted my teeth, trying to create a steady pattern.
He placed open mouthed kisses from my forehead to my shoulder, avoiding my lips. I hungrily followed his mouth with mine, begging for a kiss silently.
"Nah ah, Isabella, you disobeyed my orders." How can he keep coherent? "I told you that you need some rest and-"
"Shut. The. Fuck. Up. Cullen." I impaled myself with his cock in rhythm to each word I said, pinching at his nipples brutally.
He roared impressively, spilling his seed inside me. I sat back, repressing my climax that is just hanging. "That's it?" I challenged, cocking an eyebrow at him.
He closed his eyes shamefacedly and beet red. "Is that the best you can do, Cullen?" I spurred on. "I touched your 'titties' and you're a goner?" I mocked.
He snapped his eyes open at my mention of 'titties'. He turned us around so that I'm below him and the pause earlier became worth it. It's nice to see that he's back on proving himself.
He removed his still hard member out of me and I whimpered at loss which is short lived since he thrusted back in boldly.
He ferally seized my bosom, squeezing them. "This are 'titties', Isabella. Beautiful, perfect tits." He forced, assaulting my pussy with his rod, making me clutch at the headboard on the back. Slamming in and out. In and out.
"You like it hard, don't ya, boo?" He breathed and I nodded wobbly, feeling the familiar twist in the pit of my stomach. He must be near too, since he impossibly sped up his movements, and finally, bringing us to oblivion.
"EDWARD!" I screamed, tugging at his hair as he swallowed my cries into his mouth, kissing me fervently. His nails dug on my hips but I could care less. The feeling of him, inside me, kissing me is just too distracting.
He slumped on my side, moving me so he didn't have to pull out. He cuddled me this time, kissing my forehead one last time.
"Why did you called me boo earlier, Edward?" I asked sleepily.
I can feel the warm blush on his cheeks. "Er, I heard Jasper mentioned it once before. He said that you are called Belly-boo at home."
"Yeah." I agreed, my own blush coloring my cheeks. "My family did call me that since I was a child. And until now."
"Am I allowed to call you that, too?" He is so adorable when he's embarrassed.
I shrugged, feeling the sleep slowly taking over me. He hugged me tight once and loosen up for me not to suffocate.
"You don't have the slightest idea of how much you fucking mean to me, my boo." He murmured sweetly.
"I love you too." I smiled wistfully and drifted off.
I awoke when the heat is too much, that it's suffocating me. I tried to move on the other side to no avail. The heavy log is draped across my body. I creaked one eye open and observed my surroundings. The afternoon glow of the sun is softly lighting up the room. The window is closed and the clothes that were strewn about the room earlier that morning were arranged sloppily at the corner, making the floor neat. I checked the clock on his bedside table. It's 2 pm.
I looked at the man that's anxiously clinging onto me for dear life. He is still immaculately drop dead gorgeous and if anything, he became more painstakingly beautiful, innocent and peaceful. His brows are calm, not knitted. His mouth is swollen and twitched up in a small smile. His eyes are closed, unworried.
Then, my stomach growled. I blushed, looking down. Moments later, I peeked at him. He won't be awake for a good hour.
I move carefully out of the bed, lifting his toned arms away. He is so in deep asleep, he hadn't felt me escape.
Or so I thought. He whimpered childishly and I'm not even halfway out the bed. I placated him with a kiss on the cheek. "I'll be right back." I promised, rushing towards the washroom.
I washed my face and looked for some spare toothbrush. Of course, there's none. I sighed, having no choice but to use the mouthwash on in its own.
After that, I went to the bedroom again to fetch some clothes. Namely, his shirt and boxers. I smiled snidely. From all I knew, he love his personal space too much.
He is still sleeping like a baby so I walked quietly towards the kitchen, planning to surprise him with a homemade breakfast or lunch.
I scanned the fridge, seeing nothing but beers and milk that might be expired soon. I sighed again and planned on going out to buy some food.
I prodded the carpet to his room again and grabbed proper clothes. My clothes from last night. After I was settled, I checked my purse if it still there and seamlessly stroll out of his warm place and into the harsh 'outside', carrying his car key. He would be so pissed. I laughed, satisfied with myself.
I turned to the parking lot, feeling a little wary, like I was being watched. I looked around me. No one suspicious is in sight. I shrugged and carry on walking towards his car.
On my way home to Edward, as I was getting out of his car, my sight was obstructed by a manly figure.
"Mr. Volturi! Oh my God. You scared the hell out of me!" I clutched my chest.
"Isabella." He drawled out creepily, making me uncomfortable and scared.
"What are you doing here?" I asked, my eyes darting anywhere but him.
"I've been following you for days now." He admitted noncommittally.
"What?" I gripped at the plastic bag I'm holding and closed the door, locking it.
"You heard me, Isabella. Now, tell me, what the fuck are you doing with that smug bastard, Cullen?" He asked harshly.
I walked past him, ignoring him at all costs. He is freaking frightening.
He blocked my path once again. I sighed irritatingly. "Haven't you heard? He's my boyfriend." I answered proudly.
He shook his head snidely. "He might be for now. But, Isabella, you are mine." He sneered. His sinister smile etched on his face.
Oh-kay. He is officially gone mental. I sprinted towards the warm lobby and to the safety of the elevators but not before hearing him shout, "I'll be watching you!"
I released the breath I didn't know I was holding and it came out as shaky. All I could think about is 'I have to get out of here.'
I was halfway in serving the bacon and eggs I bought from the grocery store nearby when I felt arms coming up around my shirt-clad waist. I yelped, almost dropping the plates but Edward, the savior, prevented that from happening.
He propped the plates carelessly by the unused table and lifted me on the counter.
"You have no idea how devastated was I when I hadn't seen you the moment I woke up." He admitted softly, nuzzling the column of my neck, his hands massaging my thighs.
"I didn't meant to. On my defense, you made me hungry." I teased.
"You could have just woke me up, so I could drive- Wait a second. Where did you get this food? Last time I checked, there was at least a jug of milk and cans of beer in my fridge. Nothing else." He looked at me suspiciously.
I climbed down,walking to the table with a sway in my hips. "I might have went out and 'borrowed' your car in the process."
He growled, for which reason, I do not know. The fact that I borrowed his car with no permission or the fact that I'm blatantly teasing him with my body. Both, probably. He sauntered towards my direction, licking his lips. I clenched my thighs together.
I picked up a bacon and place it in my mouth, like a rose to a sensual dancer. He followed each movement and launched.
I squealed excitedly, running on the other direction. He saw what I'm trying to do and blocked my path, I laughed again, rushing to the other side. He chased me around the kitchen, to the dining area, living room, and back. I made havoc in every room I ran into. It slowed him down since he rearranged everything. OCD. I shook my head and took it as my advantage. However, he finally caught up to me by the sofa, both of us falling unto the soft plush.
He tickled me relentlessly, biting the other end of the bacon and hungrily chewed it whole. His face all lit up and exhilarated and I'm sure I mirrored the expression. My stomach growled again though, making me blush again. His smile softened, rubbed the back of his fingers on my cheek.
He carried me like a sack back to the dining area, slapping my behind. He sat me down the chair and pecked my hair lovingly. He abruptly stood up straight and looked at me in the eye. "You are too much to handle, Isabella." He mockingly scolded. "You are stubborn, disobedient, and disrespectful."
"And you are crazy, bipolar reckless son of a bitch with a hint of OCD." I countered. His demeanor slacked a bit and I rushed my next words. "But. And this is a big but, you are MY son of a bitch and I love you."
His face broke into a smile again. "I'll never get tired hearing that."
"Calling you a son of a bitch?" I retorted playfully. He glared at me for a second before breaking into a weak smile. "The last part." He mumbled. I smiled encouragingly. I'll never get tired waiting for you to say it back.
"Let's eat?" He exclaimed, sitting on the chair right across me.
I nodded eagerly. We ate in companionable silence and I can helped but thought of the uncanny 'conversation' I had with Demetri. I also remembered Edward's question the night before and somehow it pieced together. I could escape the disturbing presence of him by accepting Edward's request. Now I just have to tell him my choice.
"More bacon?" He suddenly asked.
"I'm going with you in Chicago." I blurted out.
His stance is comical if I wasn't anxious and red faced. His arms are still holding the plate of bacon up, his mouth agape, pieces of eggs and bacon falling from his face, halfway chewed. His eyes huge as he took in the information. He swallowed nervously.
"Are you sure, I mean, this is big, Bella, a huge decision, needed to be thought out long and -" He started to ramble.
"Shush." I cut him off and his eyes immediately snapped to mine. He is never really the one to be interrupted when he's talking. I stifle my laugh as he clamped his mouth shut angrily.
"Edward." I started soothingly. "I already knew my answer instantly after you asked the question. I just over-thought my decision as a haste and lust clouded." I smiled.
His mouth is creeping into a smile. "Really?" He asked excitedly, like a child on Christmas day.
"Really." I confirmed, throwing myself at him.
He accepted me gratefully and full of glee. "You don't know how that simple answer made me feel, Bella." He whispered.
I rolled my eyes and took his face in my hands. "Edward." I started nicely. "Why are you always assuming that I wouldn't know what you're feeling right now, at this moment? It's practically radiating off you." I beamed.
He grinned and pecked my nose. "I'm just affirming."
His phone rang faraway and we looked at each other.
He carried me into his arms as I flailed around. "I can walk, Edward." I argued.
"I know, but I'm far too contented to let you go." He tightened his grip.
We, or on our case, he bolted to his room, picking up his phone from the floor where he threw it last night and answered it without setting me on my feet.
"Cullen." He formally greeted and fell on the bed, bringing me along. I contained my squeal as I listened on the person on the other line.
"Sir, the jet is ready. We're waiting for you at the MCWB terminal." A familiar voice, might be Alec, said.
He looked at me, and I nodded at him to proceed. "Give us an hour or so." He was about to hang up when Alec's curious voice said, "Us, sir?"
Edward set his lips on a thin line, not expecting Alec to sound gossipy and hungry for details. "Yes. I'm bringing my girlfriend with me." He snapped, but his voice has an underlying surge of pride in it.
"Of course. I'm sorry for invading your privacy, Mr. Cullen. I'm just-"
He didn't gave him a chance to explain himself since he hung up rudely.
I gave him a disproving look and he looked at me impassively. "What?"
"You are not being polite and respectful, Cullen."
"That's just the way I treat my employees."
"I do not approve." I said, getting out of the bed.
He sighed. "I'm sorry, Bella. I just, I'm not used to-, I don't even know I'm being disrespectful." He reasoned, running his hand through his hair.
"You should at least try, Edward." I walked by his suitcase and started arranging his clothes neatly. I can feel him walk to my side nervously.
He knelt beside me and rubbed my right arm. "I'm trying, Bella. I'll change, not to appease my Grandpa, not to keep the contract, not to have the company by myself. I'll change for you, my darling. Only for you." He kissed the tip of my shoulder daintily and I shivered.
"Take a shower." I ordered, continuing what I'm doing.
He flushed his body onto mine. "Only if you're coming, boo."
"Only if you can make me come before you this time, boo." I dissed.
He licked his lips and leered at the challenge. He picked me off the floor and shouldered me again, dashed to the washroom, removing the least of our clothes.
"Yes, Mom. Take care of yourselves. I love you both, too." I called my mom to tell her that I'm leaving to Chicago with Edward. She doesn't sound that surprised though, it was as if she saw it coming. Must be Alice's and Emmett's doing. She cried in happiness or sadness, reminding me to keep safe and that they love me. My dad is still at work, conveniently sparing me to his 'talks'.
Emmett and his family is still staying for a week or so in Forks to bond with the parents.
Alice and Jasper met us by the terminal. She IS a bundle of energy. Very beautiful and a chatterbox. When I managed to squeeze some words in I thank them for all their help but they just laughed and wished us luck.
I voiced out my worry for Vanessa since it's been far too long since we last talked. She's either busy at work or with Jacob.
She scoffed. "You will see her again on our wedding day."
I looked at her, confused.
"Didn't you know?" She asked enthusiastically. I shook my head.
"Jasper proposed the other night and we already set a wedding date. It's on spring next year. I can't wait!"
I smiled and hugged her in congratulatory and she hugged me back in a vice grip that reminded me of Emmett's trademark bear hugs. They are so alike in so many ways.
Alec cut in, telling us that the plane is ready to take off.
We waved the couple goodbye and went in.
My eyes darted around ever since we walked out of Edward's place, taking in everything that could be out of place. I didn't see Demetri again.
"Is something bothering you, boo?" Edward asked worriedly. We are now settled in his jet and he is sitting beside me, working on his laptop. I was sitting on a highly comfortable chair I ever sat on but the feeling of being watched scares the hell out of me.
"Nothing." I lied, trying to get myself cheerful. If he knew about Demetri... I shuddered. I wouldn't even want to know what will happen to him. And by him, I meant, Demetri.
He stared at me skeptically.
I went nearer to him, and whispered. "Do you think it'll be too saucy if I make you take me right now?"
"So that's why you are so distressed? You are sexually frustrated and there's people that can easily walk into us -"
I crashed my lips unto his, effectively shutting him up. "We're really doing th-"
"Boo, sometimes, you just don't know when to shut up." I baited, straddling him.
He reclined his chair. "I think you'll be the one who won't be able to stay quiet when I get my hands into you, boo."
"Bring it on, Cullen."
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