Bella:
After what feels like an eternity, John calls the press conference to a close. There were still a few questions about my personal life, but I don't think I gave too much away.
Something does need to be done about Jessica, though.
"God, that girl Lauren was annoying," John chuckles, driving me back home.
"I recognised her. She's friends with Jessica," I tell him. He gasps in shock.
"You think…" John trails off in disbelief.
"Jessica sent her? Of course. What I don't know is what her obsession with my life is," I groan, feeling like banging my head against the console of the car.
"Edward's going to be livid when he finds out," John says, shaking his head.
"Maybe I shouldn't tell him?" I question meekly.
John looks at me as though I've lost my mind. "What happened the last time you lied to him?" he asks me rhetorically. John's become quite a good friend since publishing my book, so; naturally, I've told him everything about what happened between Edward and me.
"Good point," I sigh, looking out of the window. When did everything become so stressful?
"Here, take this," John says as we pull up to the house. In his outstretched hand there's a business card. "I know this girl – Angela Cheney – she's an agent. Maybe you should give her a call, help lessen some of your stress?" John suggests.
"Thanks." I take the card, considering calling this Angela person.
I say goodbye to John, making sure he drives away safely before entering the house. Edward said his meeting would take most of the afternoon, and he probably wouldn't be back until the middle of the night.
So, with nothing else to do, I do some baking and then write some more for my sequel. I spend more time than I think writing, only leaving my study and 11 p.m. I wonder what time Edward will be home?
Before I get into bed, I take a shower and shave my legs. Whenever I shower with Edward, we usually just end up having sex. It's nice to be able to take a relaxing shower.
I leave my hair to dry naturally and then climb into bed, naked. It feels weird trying to sleep without Edward here, but I do eventually drift off.
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Soft kisses trail down my neck, a hard body pressed against my back and roaming hands. I moan at the feelings, slowly opening my eyes.
"Bella," Edward moans, flipping us over so that I'm lying on top of him.
I'm in a bit of a daze, having just woken up and Edward's hands roaming all over my naked body. My eyes finally adjust to the dark, and that's when I see Edward's face.
"Edward, why do you have a black eye?"
A/N: Thoughts on Edward's black eye?
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