"Number seven of the top ten plays…Cubs and Dodgers…seventh inning…face full of fence! And you know what's cool…he never even lost his shades…" I heard an unfamiliar voice droning in the background as I surfaced from my sleep.
I opened one eye and saw that Sportscenter was playing softly on my bedroom television.
"I know you're awake." Edward murmured. I looked over and he was propped up against the headboard in his boxers with his iPad in his hands, his eyes darting between the iPad screen and the top ten plays of the day.
"I am and I am starving." I admitted, sitting up and pulling the sheet up and over my body. "What time is it?"
"It's after ten." He told me. Mentally I took stock of my kitchen, pondering what I could make to eat that would be quick.
"Edward, can you grab me my robe?" I said, pointing at the robe lying across the back of my desk chair, closest to the side of the bed where he was.
"Absolutely not. I prefer you naked."
"Edward…"
He chuckled and tossed my robe at me. I pulled it on and got out of the bed, padding toward the door in my bare feet. It was weird, this exchange between Edward and I after...it felt so normal and comfortable. It didn't feel forced or awkward at all.
"Where are you going?" he asked, looking up from his iPad.
"To make dinner. Is spaghetti and meatballs okay?"
"You don't have to cook now. We can just order some takeout."
"Nah, I'd rather cook." I didn't want Chinese or pizza or Thai.
"It's fine with me, I'll eat anything. Do you mind if I take a shower?"
"Clean towels and new soap are in the hall closet. Knock yourself out." I said as I opened the door and walked down the hall. I passed the kitchen and went to my purse, which was on the floor in front of my couch. I pulled out my cell phone. Five missed calls, four from Emmett, one from Alice. There were also three unread text messages, all from Emmett.
Can u believe I left the car window cracked and the seat got wet? I am so pissed!
Babe, I've been calling…where r u?
Well, I guess ur too busy writing or whatever. Guess I'll talk to u when you have time.
I stood there with my phone in my hand. Should I call him back or should I text him? I decided to text him.
Sorry I missed your calls and texts earlier. I fell asleep as soon as I came home. I had a long day. - Izzy
Whatever. It's fine. I needed to talk to you about something but it's cool. - Emmett
Did something happen with ur project work? - Izzy
I'm going to bed - Emmett
Emmett we can talk now if u want… -Izzy
No response.
I went in to the kitchen and started making dinner. Emmett was so infuriating at times. But how could I really be mad at him? I was fucking his brother. His brother. Oh God. I was going to be sick.
"It smells good in here." Edward called as he walked down the hallway to the kitchen in his now-dried-but-very-wrinkled clothes.
"You have to go. Now." I said, my whole body quaking.
"Izzy, what's wrong?" he asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"I'm such a horrible person. You're his brother! Fuck!" I said, almost hysterical, covering my face with my hands.
"You're not a horrible person…" He said, crossing the room and putting his arms around me. I pulled away.
"I don't have any excuses this time. I wasn't drinking."
"You think this is easy for me? He's my family! It's not like I'm an impulsive person but Izzy, I can't fucking stay away from you! Whatever this is between us..."
"There is no us!" I screamed, the tears breaking free. "Get out! We can't do this anymore."
"Izzy..." He pleaded.
"Edward...the guilt. I can't live with it."
He nodded his head. "You're right. You're right. But I want you to know that this is not just sex for me. It was never just sex for me."
I cried then, sobs wracking my frame.
"Iz, I'll go. I promise I'll leave you alone. Are you gonna be okay?"
I nodded, trying to control my weeping.
"Okay….Okay." He grabbed his messenger bag, and after looking back at me once, he opened the door and left.
~SD~
Of course I couldn't sleep at all that night. About four o'clock, I stopped trying. I emailed my boss and told her that I was feeling under the weather and that I would be working from home that day. The interns all had their assignments so I could easily spend the day editing from my apartment. I made a batch of brownies and decided to take them to Emmett's job. I had done it a couple of times before, Valentine's day and his birthday, and he had appreciated the gesture.
Around eleven, I took a taxi to his job, brownies in hand and my shoulders squared. It was time for me to refocus on my relationship. Emmett was a good guy and we had a future together. I walked up to the front desk on the ground floor of his building.
"Hi, I'm here to see Emmett Cullen. Suite 3901." I said to the receptionist, an older woman with silver hair in a tight bun.
"And your name?"
"Isabella Swan."
"One moment." She said, picking up the phone and dialing. She spoke quickly and quietly into the phone.
"Mr. Cullen says you can go up." She told me. After she issued me a guest pass with my name and the date, I walked over to the bank of elevators and made my way up to the 39th floor. He was waiting for me when I got off.
"Hey babe, what are you doing here?" Emmett asked.
"I brought you some brownies. And I wanted to know if you wanted to go out to lunch and talk. I know you wanted to talk about something last night."
"Fuck babe, your brownies are the best!" he said, popping open the plastic storage container and stuffing a brownie into his mouth. He moaned in appreciation.
"I can't do lunch today, we're going to have a working lunch here in the office. It's been pretty stressful." He said.
"Oh yeah? What's going on?"
"The developers are upset. They feel that we are pushing the release date up too much. They say that there is no way we can go live in a week and that they need another month of beta testing. We've pushed the date back too many times, there's no way we can do it again. It's a big mess."
A tall man walked by us on his way to the elevators. Emmett stopped him.
"Aro…I'd like you to meet my girlfriend, Isabella. Izzy, this is the executive vice president, Aro Miklos."
"Nice to meet you Mr. Miklos." I said.
"Please, call me Aro. Very nice to meet you as well. Emmett you never told us just how stunning your girlfriend was." Aro said, his voice deep and resonant. The way he was leering made me a little uncomfortable and I leaned into Emmett.
"She bakes, too." Emmett joked, showing Aro the container of brownies.
"You better not ever let her go." Aro said to Emmett, but he was looking at me.
He checked his watch. "I'm late for an appointment. It was nice meeting you. Have a good afternoon." He said and he was off.
"I should get going too. Come by my apartment after work. I'll cook for us."
"Rosemary chicken?"
"Sure."
"Before you go, can you come into my office?" Emmett said. I was confused, but I followed him down the hall to his office where he closed and locked the door. He put the container of brownies on his massive desk, next to his laptop.
"Izzy…I need a little stress relief." He said, a smile playing on his lips. He leaned against the desk. At first I was baffled, then it dawned on me what he wanted and it made my stomach turn.
"Here?"
"Hell, yeah. Come on, babe. Please?"
I sank down to my knees in front of him, unbuckled his belt and opened his pants. He pulled his shirt tails up and I pulled his boxers down. His thick cock stood out proudly from his large frame. I licked the length of his cock before sucking all of him into my warm mouth, hallowing my cheeks. I gripped him at the base of his cock, stroking him as I swirled my tongue around.
"Fuck yeah, babe." He groaned. He held my head in place and began to fuck my mouth. I sucked and moved my tongue along the underside of his dick. I looked up at him and his eyes were jammed shut, his mouth open as he panted. I felt him grow even harder in my mouth. He grunted and then I felt him spill into my mouth in warm spurts. I swallowed everything that he had to give. I tucked him back into his pants.
"Damn, Izzy." He said as I stood up. "That was awesome."
I stood there in front of him awkwardly for a few moments. Emmett glanced at the clock on the wall.
"Okay, so dinner, tonight?" I said, smoothing my hair.
"I'll be there, probably around eight." He said, sitting down at his desk.
"Okay. I love you." I said.
"I love you too, Izzy." He said with a grin, his dimples showing.