BPOV

"Hey, Bell!"

"Yes, Em?"

"You need a ride?"

Emmett and I had just gotten off work. I was headed to hail a taxi, him to his jeep.

"I'd love one." I smile. He smiles back and lifts me into his huge, jacked up jeep.

"So...you want to hang out tonight?" It is Friday after all.

"Sure. Your place?"

I was kind of reluctant to go there after the run in with his tramp neighbor. He still had yet to tell me the whole story with her and I was determined to get to the bottom of it, whether I had to ask her myself or not.

His answer is hesitant. "Uh, sure."

We drive in a peaceful silence to his house. I hold his hand in mind and draw shapes on his palm and play with his fingers, wishing they were playing with me.

Oh, god, I just got super horny.

"Drive faster." When he looks at me, I try to convey my feelings without words. He must get the memo because the speedometer shoots up fifteen miles per hour. I smile in content and relax into the seat with Emmett's hand on my leg.

We make it to Em's apartment in no time. In the elevator, he gets hands-y and gives me the best ass massage I've ever had while sticking his tongue down my throat. It's when the elevator door opens that things start to go downhill.

"Emmett!" It's Elizabeth Stupidson – I mean, Jaydeson – dressed to prostitute with a tube top and mini skirt with platform pumps on, her long, red hair tossed behind her shoulders to emphasize her surprisingly huge, but not fake tits. Like, seriously, the natural size of those suckers are phenomenal, I'll give her that. "And...Barbara."

I narrow my eyes and take a step forward, only to have Emmett wrap his hand around my hip. "It's Bella." I cross my arms to look intimidating. "How lovely to see you again, Elizabeth."

"Likewise," she gives me a look of disdain, contradicting her statement. "Emmett, I was just getting ready to go to the Cappa house. I know you how much you love their parties." She walks closer and gives him a sultry smile.

"I love hanging out with Bella more, nowadays, Liz." He nods awkwardly and I'm wondering why he hasn't told her to fuck off yet.

"Well, when you get bored, let me know," she winks and runs her hand down his chest and stomach as we walk by. I turn in Emmett's arm and begin to take running start when he pulls me away and into his apartment.

"Why did you let her touch you like that?" I asked angrily, throwing my purse down on his coffee table.

"Have I mentioned how hot you are when you're jealous?" He grins his dimply smile. I almost cave and kiss him senseless. Almost.

"I must be fucking on fire!" I seethe. He has pissed off the wrong woman. He knows it too because his eyes widen a fraction.

"Listen, Bella -"

"No, you listen!" I poke a finger in his chest. "I watched her touch you last week and you didn't do or say a thing! And that in the elevator? Again! I'm the one who has to step in, making me look like the psycho girlfriend!" I pace the length of his living room. "What I want to know is how you can just stand there and say nothing or defend me when she does things like that? What exactly is your relationship with Elizabeth? Is it still going on? Is she who you're with when you're not with me?"

"Bell, no, stop -" He walks over to me.

Tears rush to my eyes as I doubt Emmett and I's relationship. Surely this isn't the end? We just started. "Why didn't you stop her Emmett? Why didn't you make it clear that I'm your girlfriend now?"

"Because she doesn't mean anything to me!" He yells and grips my shoulders. "I'm in love with you!"

I am frozen in shock.

Well, shit.

I'm so bad. Muahaha. Okay, stay tuned for Bella's reply, some more arguing perhaps, and emotional conversation. REVIEW your love. -Ann