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BPOV
Edward was a nice guy. Ate first we kind of just walked behind everyone in silence, looking at our shoes, but then he started talking. And once I heard his voice, I kind of wanted him to talk a lot more. He was easy to have conversations with and I liked that. I'd never really had actual conversatiosn with guys before. I was convinced that all guys were after was sex. I mean, look at my job and how many customers I had every single night. That's all guys wanted. That's also what Phil told me. He said not to ever get involved with a guy because that's all they were after.
"So where did you go to high school?" Edward asked as the others talked loudly in front of us.
"I went to Forks with Al and Rose," I replied.
"Seriously? How come I never met you?"
"You were a year ahead, so we never had classes or anything together,"
"But I'm sure you came over to the house a lot. I think I would've remembered you," he said. I blushed a deep red.
"I never really went to your house. We always met up somewhere or hung out at my uncle's house,"
"That explains it. So what college do you go to?" he asked. I ducked my head in shame. I didn't have time for college with work and what not. I would have loved to go to major in editing, but I would never get there.
"I don't," I said quietly.
"Waiting a year?" he asked, nodding like he understood.
"Something like that." We continued our conversation and got into music and books and movies. We liked all of the same things and he was quite easy to talk to. I looked at my phone and realized I seriously needed to get going.
"Alice! I need to get home, now. I have to go to work," I said. Her eyes narrowed a little. She knew what I did. She found out a couple of years ago, along with how my parents died and she promised she wouldn't tell anyone. But that didn't exactly mean she approved of it. I don't know why, it's not like it was hurting anyone. We left, saying goodbye to the boys and headed back to Phil's. I got home and went upstairs to change. When I came back down, Phil was sitting at the table.
"Want a sandwich?" I asked him, pulling out a plate to make myself one.
"Sure, Belly," he said, sounding really tired.
"You ok?" I asked. He nodded and rubbed his neck.
"How was the day with your friends?" he asked.
"It was good. I met their brothers, too,"
"I hope you don't plan on becoming attatched to one of them. You know what I said about you only being a fuck."
"I know, Phil. I'm not getting attatched, I promise. But maybe it would be good to have more friends," I explained. He nodded.
"That client I was telling you about this morning should be here in about five minutes. Remember, he's very wealthy, so you do exactly what heh wants. He's bringing me in good business. He's going to take you to the Radison and you'll spend the night there, ok?" he asked. I nodded. I sat across from him and handed him a ham sandwich. I then proceeded to eat my own. Not long after I sat down the door was being knocked on. "I'll get it," Phil said as he stood up.
I heard some talking in the livingroom, then some laughing. Phil really knew when to put the good mood on. I swear, you could walk in there right now and not even be able to tell he was just sluggish in the kitchen. He was good. I heard footsteps and got up to put my plate in the sink. When I turned back around Phil was standing there with a tall blonde man.
"Bella, this is Michael Newton. He's going to be taking you out tonight," he explained. I smiled a warm smile and went over to him.
"Nice to meet you, Mr. Newton," I said.
"Please, there's no need to be so formal. Call me Michael," he insisted.
"Alright, Michael," replied.
"Shall we go?" he asked me. I nodded and followed him to a Tahoe out in our driveway. He helped me in and climbed in on the driver's side a second later. He waved to Phil and pulled out of the driveway towards the hotel.
"So what do you do?" I asked.
"Did I say you could speak?" he asked, rudely. I nodded my head and looked out of my window.
"Just to let you know, this is how things are going to work. I'll do the talking, you do the fucking. I'll pay you and we'll do it all again the next time around. You don't say a word to anyone about this because I'm a very well known congressman and I'm married. If you say one word, I'll beat the shit out of you, got it?" he asked. I nodded as we pulled into the parking lot of the hotel. I would normally be upset if someone said this to me, but this was my job. We got out and went up to the front desk where he proceeded to book us a room under a fake name. The lobby was nice, which meant the rooms would be, too. I thought Edward might like the architecture. My eyes opened a little widder in shock.
Did I seriously just think of Edward? Right now? Durring work? I shook it off, but throughout the night he just kept coming back into my head. Maybe I could hang out with Alice tomorrow...
I went homw late that night and Phil was sitting in the living room. He was drunk, so I hurried up to my room and locked the door behind me. He could be mean when he was drunk. I put my nights earnings in one of my drawers, planning on giving it to Phil in the morning. I thought about the night, and Michael. Congress man, huh. This was pretty high class for me. Michael had told me we would be meeting once a week and to be prepared when we did. He paid very well and even bought a bunch of extra stuff. Not many clients did that because it was expensive, but it was nice to have a change in the routine. I fell asleep, exhausted, thinking about a pair of green eyes that seemed to have borred their way into my brain.
I was on my way to Alice's. I hadn't told her I was coming over, so hopefully she wouldn't be busy. I had given Phil my earnings last night and he was very happy with me, so he gave me tonight off. I pulled into the large drive that was the Cullen's house. I got out of the car and walked up the perfect white porch to the perfect front door. I rang the doorbell and heard rushing footsteps before the door swung open. I looked up to those green eyes and the words I were about to say suddenly vanished.
"Hey, Bella," Edward said, motioning me to come inside. I stepped over the thresh hold and onto the wood floor. "Alice isn't here right now. Neither is Rose. They took a trip with the guys to the beach, but they'll be back tomorrow," he explained.
"Oh, ok. Thanks. I guess I'll just go, then," I said, turning toward the door.
"You sure? You could stay here and hang out for a while."
"With you?"
"Ouch... Yeah, with me. Unless you don't want to. That's totes fine," he said. I had to laugh at his valley girl slang.
"Totes?" I asked, snikering.
"Yeah! It's only the coolest, Bella. You're obviously not up on the trends..." he joked, sitting on the couch. I sat next to him.
"Oh, no. I'm up on the trend. I'm just totes jelly that you got to use it in a sentance before I could show of my mad skills," I joked back. I had never been able to have such easy conversation with someone. And I definately didn't joke around often.
"Who-ho-hoa. We got ourselves a true slang talker here," Edward said, standing up and announcing this to a fake audience. I threw my head back and laughed as he sat back down. "So what are your plans for the day?"
"Nothing really. I was going to hang out with Alice, but we see how that played out."
"Wanna maybe go grab some coffee?" he asked quietly. I smiled, excited. I know Phil told me everything about guys, but I could still be friends with Edward, right? Either way, I was going to. I was used to being just a fuck. But what if I got attatched and hurt when it actually happened. I guess I would just have to keep myslef from getting attatched.
"That sounds great, Edward."
EPOV
When Bella agreed to go have coffee with me, my entire day was made. Nothing was going to bring me down. I felt an unusual pull towards her. I couldn't expalin it, but I liked the feeling. She was also one of the easiest people I had ever talked to. Conversation just flowed with her. And she was gorgeous. Every single time I said something to make her blush, my heart would skip. I had never been this attracted to a person before. I know I had only known her for a couple of days, but I felt like I had known her for years. She was perfect. In every. Single. Way.
We pulled up to the coffee shop and got out of the car. As we walked in, Bella kept glancing at me and I couldn't help but to smile at her every time she did. We ordered our coffee and, to her objection, I paid. What? I was a gentleman. We sat and the conversation started again. By the time we looked at the clock again, it was almost three in the afternoon. Our coffee was long gone and we were still talking.
"Bella, can I ask you a question?" I asked, trying to grow some balls and just ask her out already. She smiled sweetly, calming my nerves.
"Sure," she nodded.
"Would you, you know, maybe, possibly want to get dinner tonight?"
"Sounds-"
"As in like a date," I interupted. She stopped talking and looked at me for a second, conemplating. After a couple of minutes she smiled, nodding her head.
"I would love to," she answered. I smiled, hugely, and felt my eyes grow wide in excitement.
"Great! Should I pick you up-"
"No! I mean, my uncle doesn't really like me dating, so can we do something else?" she asked, sheepishly. I nodded, wondering why her uncle didn't like her, a nineteen year old, dating.
"Sure. You can just come to our house and we can leave from there," I said. She smiled, nodding before we stood to leave the coffee shop.
Later on that night, Bella showed up at the door right on time. She was wearing a flowy blue dress that complimented everything about her. Her skin tone, her curves, everything. I couldn't stop oggling her.
"Are you going to stare all night or can we go to dinner?" she joked. I snapped out of it and laughed before taking her hand and leading her to the car. I took her to a small italian place that I'd been coming to since I was a kid. We sat at our table and looked over the menu. When our order was taken, I tried to start conversation.
"So, you live with your uncle?" I asked. I saw her tense a little, but then relax.
"Yes, since I was about thirteen," she said.
"Why do you live with him?" I asked as she tensed again. This time she didn't relax. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you uncomfertable," I whispered, putting my hand on top of hers on the table.
"No, it's fine. They died when I was young. But don't ask how, that is a conversation for not a date," she nervously chuckled, looking down at her lap. I nodded and rubbed my thumb across the back of her hand. I could tell she didn't want to talk about this and that it had obviously done something to her. We talked about other things, such as Alice and her shopping tendancies and things we didn't know about each other, such as our favorite colors. Mine had just recently become blue and hers was green. The night went well and by the time it was over, I had decided I was going to kiss her. It was going to happen. It wasn't going to be one of those, 'let's-get-your-pants-off' kisses. It was going to be sweet and nothing over the top. I walked her to her car once we got back to my house and opened her door for her.
"Tonight was great, Edward. Thank you," she said quietly. I smiled at her.
"It was great. I hope to do it again soon," I replied. She smiled and I leaned in. As my lips touched hers, smooth and soft, my world was complete. I pulled away and she smiled, widder this time. I'm sure I had the same look plastered on my face as well. "Good night, Bella," I told her.
"Good night, Edward," she replied as I closed her door. I watched her as she drove off and then walked inside where Alice was waiting. I grinned as I walked past her, but she didn't return it. She looked sad, instead.
"Edward, we should talk," she said. I nodded sitting next to her on the couch. Everyone else was already asleep, so it was just us.
"What's up, Ali?"
"Be gentle with Bella. She's been through a lot and is still going through things. You have to be patient. And no matter what, if you're going to get serious with her, you always, and I mean always have to be there for her. No matter what, Edward. Promise me you'll be there for her," she finished, starting to cry. I hugged her to me and nodded. Alice started full on crying and I couldn't imagine what the hell Bella had been through.
"I will, Ali. I promise. I'm going to take care of her," I told her and myself. She cried for another hour before falling asleep. I made it my mission to be there for Bella whenever she called. And to figure out what the fuck was going on with that beautiful, sad girl.
Sooo what do YOU think is going on with Bella? Review and tell me. (: Also, let me know how you think things are going right now and give me any ideas you might want to share. I shall post again next week. See you then! Thanks for reading, always.
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