Authors Note:
Thank you so much to the people who have shown interest in this story and who have reviewed.
A few people have asked me to continue this story, so I am going to try to go on with it. I am not sure how great this story is going to be, but I will do my best.
Stephenie Meyer owns Twilight and all the characters from the book. Stella is of my own creation.
I apologize in advance for any mistakes and/or errors.
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The football I am talking about in this chapter is American football.
*All thoughts are in Italics
Alice's POV
"Stella, I don't know what I am going to do about this." I say distressed. "I confronted Rosalie about it and she says it's none of my business."
"Isn't it technically not your business?" Stella says, in a playful amusing tone. I glare harshly at her.
"Of course this is my business! It involves my family doesn't it! This could make or break our whole family's relationship!" I huff, clearly flustered. Stella and I are talking in the coffee room of the local news station where we work. I am currently moaning to Stella about my situation while she drinks her second cup of coffee for the morning.
"Jesus Alice, quiet down! Do you want Carl to know we are not diligently working to please his every whim?" she says in a mocking serious tone. I giggle a little bit at her joke but all too soon my face returns to a frown.
"Stella what they are doing is not right! And I know about it! If Emmett and Edward find out they will be devastated! I can't just sit here and do nothing!" I complain. I grip the front of my hair and tilt my head back in frustration. Stella sighs and shakes her head.
"That's what makes you such a good journalist. You love to meddle in other people's business. You will stop at nothing to uncover the truth." she states. She puts down her coffee cup and stands in front of me. She puts both of her hands on my shoulders and looks at me. I let go of my hair and look up at her.
"Don't." she says pleading. "Don't meddle this time. This is a very sensitive situation and things could get out of control. You are dealing with family and people's emotions. Let karma take care of this one." she says as she tries to reason with me. I shake my head and look away from her. I still don't feel convinced and she is not helping me think of a way to solve the problem. The urge to share anymore with her suddenly disappears from me.
"Stella, I got to get back to work. My deadline is in a week." I say as I ease out of her grip.
"Think about what I said." she says staring at me as I leave the room. I shake my head, hearing but not listening.
"Ugh!" I sigh as I drop my head on the pile of papers on my desk. I am here another late night trying to finish my article by the deadline because I can't rid myself of thoughts of the Rosalie/Bella affair. I sigh and pick my head up whilst listening for any noises around the room.
I don't hear anything. Everyone must be gone by now. Well, I am almost done. I might as well call it a night and go home. I can finish in the morning.
I don't move and I sit there a little while longer, not ready to be bombarded by skeptical questions from Jasper.
I swear Jasper should be a journalist or maybe even a detective. When I come home from the late nights I had this week he has been questioning me like he is on some kind of mission. He doesn't trust me. Why? I always tell him everything. He is my best friend. I would never cheat on him.
The word "cheat" causes me to give into the thoughts I have been avoiding all week.
I just don't understand how they could do this. Do they have no conscience? How do they sleep at night? I could even fathom cheating on my husband, especially with one of his siblings! That would kill me! I promised to love and be true to him forever. They did they same with their husbands and now they are going back on their word. How can Rose do this to her brother? Doesn't she love him? Well, I guess this is her selfishness shining through to its maximum glory. She always just takes whatever she wants! How can Bella do this to her husband? She told me so many times she was so in love with Edward. That she couldn't believe that she was worthy of his love. Well I guess she was right. She doesn't deserve him.
The sound of my phone shocks me out of my thoughts. I pick up my phone and see Jasper's name and picture flash on my screen. I groan and grudgingly pick up the phone.
"Hey babycakes." I say in the sweetest tone I can muster.
"Alice, where are you?" Jasper asks in an annoyed manner.
"Jas, you know I am working late at the office. I absolutely have to meet this deadline." I state in a matter-of- fact tone.
"I made dinner for you. The food was getting cold. I had to put it in the fridge." he says curtly. I roll my eyes at his behavior.
Great. Another Jasper temper tantrum.
"That was very sweet of you hun." I say gently, trying to soften him up. "I can just warm it up when I get home." I say as if the problem is solved. He gives a deep sigh.
"I would like to eat dinner once in a while with my wife Alice." he says harshly, obviously still annoyed.
"Look Jas I'm sorry. This job can be very demanding sometimes. I have to put in the extra hours to get the job done." I say earnestly trying to persuade him. There is silence between us for a few moments. When I don't get a response, I try a different tactic.
"I'll make it up to you when I get home." I whisper seductively. Instead of hearing the usual sexy growl when I suggest sex, I hear an angry huff.
"Don't bother. I'm going to bed. And I won't wait up." He says harshly and hangs up the phone. I stare startled at the phone, shocked and annoyed at his childish behavior. I set down my phone on the desk and clench my right hand into a fist.
Okay, I need to do something about this now! This thing between them is taking up my precious brain space because I can't stop thinking about it. It is starting to interfere with my life! I need to solve this. I need to do something!
I start to wrack my brain, trying to think of a plan that would work. My mind jumps to the conversation I had earlier in the week with Stella, when I was asking what her opinion was.
She wasn't helpful in making a plan at all. Well, she was right about one thing. I am a damn good journalist. And I am damn good at finding out the truth. That's where I'll start. The truth.
I feel a small smile creep up on my face as my brain begins to tick.
Where can I find truth? The truth is often found in places that you don't expect. Places that are hidden. Undisclosed. Secret. Secrets. Secrets hold valuable information that I could use. What secrets could they have? Probably Bella doesn't have any secrets. This affair is probably the most scandalous thing she has ever done in her life. But Rose is different. Rose isn't naive to the world. She must have done some things she is not proud of. Rose doesn't like to look bad, so she obviously would cover it up. Rose must have some secrets. My sister must be hiding something; I just have to figure out what that "something" is.
Satisfied with my decision and plan, I gather my things and walk out of the office more confident than ever.
Bella's POV
"Rose please. Don't make me wait." I whimper, imploring her to touch me. She gives a short laugh and runs her fingertips along my lower lips. I outstretch my arm and my hand tugs on the grass that surrounds us. We are in a beautiful field that is colorfully decorated by different types of flowers. We are sprawled out naked on a soft blanket. I lay flat on my back while Rose lays next to me on my right.
"Be patient Bella." She whispers sweetly to me. "You know I want to satisfy your very need." she croons softly in my ear. I smile and take a lock of her blonde hair in my hand. I play with it for a while and just gaze at her beauty. She stares back with love and affection in her eyes. I kiss her softly while she caresses my core gently. I moan softly and bite her lip playfully. She smiles into the kiss and starts to rub me at a quicker pace. I sigh and whimper while I hold on to her neck to bring her closer to me. She complies and leaves a fire hot trail of feather light kisses along the side of my neck.
"Oh Rose." I sigh softly, overwhelmed with the intense emotions of love and pleasure that are coursing through my veins. She moans in response and she starts to kiss me passionately, increasing the movement of her fingers that are rubbing my sweet spot in-between my legs. My groans grow louder and my eyes slip shut from the immense force of euphoria I am experiencing.
"No Bella open your eyes." she pleads with me. "I want to you to look at me when you cum." she begs softly against my mouth. I moan in response, her words making the pressure of my arousal grow more intense. I give in to her request, positive that I could never deny her anything, and force my eyes open to look at her beautiful face. She stares back at me, her gaze intense and adoring. She starts to move her hand even faster and she presses her forehead against my own. The familiar feeling of release starts to take over my body, and I start to tremble. Just as I am about to tip over the edge to ecstasy, Rose brings her mouth to my ear and whispers:
"I love you Bella."
I am suddenly jolted awake, covered in a sheen of sweat. I am gasping for air as my hands hold on to the sheets for dear life. I sigh deeply and try to make myself relax.
Shit. It was just a dream. But it felt so good. So right. So real.
I feel disappointed as I realize that I was dreaming. The ache in-between my legs makes itself known and I feel myself practically dripping with arousal.
"Fuck." I grumble, annoyed at my aroused state.
God I can't even take a little five minute nap anymore without fantasizing about her. Every fucking night I dream about her. She is constantly in my thoughts during the day. This woman is going to drive me mad!
I shake my head and then hang it low in shame.
God I am so pathetic. I am falling for her so easily. I love her. But she doesn't feel the same. I wish what she said in the dream was true. I wish she really did love me. I wish….Bella stop it! Stop wishing! You know it is not going to happen! Just suck it up and get on with your life!
I suddenly get up and clean the bedroom in an attempt to distract myself from my blurry of emotions. While I am cleaning off the night stand I see that I have a missed call from Edward. I quickly dial his number and wait for him to pick up.
"Hey sweetheart." He answers after the second ring.
"Hey." I say softly. "Sorry I didn't pick up. I was kinda tired after I got home from the bakery and decided to take a nap." I explain.
"I didn't wake you up did I?" he asks worriedly.
God he is so thoughtful and considerate. How the hell did I get so lucky?
I am quickly reminded of my unfaithfulness to him and the hand of guilt slaps me back to reality.
How the hell did karma not fuck me over already?
"No you didn't wake me up." I say, trying to cover my long pause.
"Oh alright. I just wanted to make sure." He says sweetly." I was calling because I wanted to know if you were going to come to Sunday football today?" he asks calmly. Watching football every Sunday is a big tradition between Emmet and Edward. They have been watching Sunday football together for years now. Recently all the guys in our group of friends have joined in and every Sunday they drag their girlfriends and wives to Emmett's to watch football on his precious big screen. Today of course was no exception.
I should go. I haven't done anything he wants to do lately. I feel like he is always catering to me and my needs. If I say no, he won't be mad, but I know he will be disappointed. Everyone else will have their partner with them and he won't. Even though I won't be spending time with him I should be there. Oh yeah. It's going to be at Emmett's. Shit. Obviously Rosalie is going to be there. God I can't function around her. Everything she does drives me crazy. I will just be torturing myself by being around her.
I bite my lip and wear painful expression on my face, unable to answer him.
Bella, Edward is your husband! You can't let this situation stop you from doing one little thing for your husband. You are his wife! Fucking act like it!
"Yeah of course I am." I say quickly before I lose my confidence. "I just wanted to get some sleep beforehand so I wouldn't be so tired. You know I wouldn't miss it." I say with pretend sweetness.
"Great." he says excitedly, happiness apparent in his voice. "I will see you in a bit. I love you." He says cutely.
"I love you too Edward." I reply sweetly with a bit of force, trying to will myself to believe my own words. I hang up my cell phone, throw it on the bed and hold my head in my hands.
"Urgggg!" I grunt loudly, trying to let off some steam and rid myself of frustration.
I hold my head and clench my hands together.
"You can do this." I mutter, motivating myself to move. I get off the bed and start to dress myself. I put on dark blue skinny jeans and a loose green sweater with black boots. I fix my hair in a messy bun and quickly put on some mascara and eyeliner. I put on my jacket and zip it up. I grab my purse and keys and fly out the door.
I walk up the steps and ring the doorbell, eager to get out of the cold. I am startled when the door opens because I did not expect to see Rosalie standing there. Her attire reflected my own. She is wearing a tight light pink sweater, with light blue skinny jeans. Her hair is put up in a neat pony tail and her feet are quite comfortable in white cozy house slippers. I take in her appearance and almost sigh.
She can pull off anything. She looks so fucking sexy.
I catch myself slipping up and quickly cover my not so innocent thoughts with a smile.
Stop it Bella! Remember why you are here.
"Hey Bella. Glad you could make it." Rosalie says eyeing me over.
"Hey Rose." I reply, trying to sound cheery. She is looking at me like I am something to eat and I feel my loins stir.
"Come on in." she says as she motions me into the house. I timidly step through the door and I hear it close behind me. I start to take off my coat and I feel Rosalie come behind me. She sets her hand on my shoulders, and guides the sleeves of my coat off my body at an achingly slow pace with the tips of her fingers. I can't help but shiver involuntarily and I hear her give a quiet laugh behind. I feel the heat from her body leave mine and I turn around. She is hanging my coat on the coat rack.
"Thanks." I say weakly, avoiding eye contact. She comes up beside me and runs her forefinger from my neck all the way down to the center of my body.
"Your very welcome." She whispers hotly in my ear. She gives me a wink and then saunters off to the kitchen.
"Oh God." I sigh quietly to myself, visibly shaken by her actions. In an attempt to calm myself down, I go downstairs to the den to find Edward. He and all the males from our group of friends are sitting on and standing around the spacious beige couches howling at the TV. Eric happens to notice when I enter the room. He waves at me then taps Edward on the shoulder to inform him I have arrived. He turns around and his face lights up when he sees me. I give him a small smile. He quickly starts to get up from the couch. Emmett takes his eyes off the game when he sees his football buddy leaving the couch.
"Hey Ed, where ya going?" he yells loudly. "The game is just starting to get good!" he complains. Edward shakes his head at his childish antics and continues to make his way over to me.
"Bella is here." He yells over the noise as he continues walking. Understanding dawns on Emmett's face and he turns around to look for me. Once he sees me, he smiles widely at me.
"Hey Bells!" he yells from across the room, smiling brightly while waving his foam finger.
"Hey Em." I mouth back, sure that he can't hear me over the screams of the other men. Emmett's attention is quickly taken off me and concentrated on the game. Edward finally makes his way over to me and gives me a sweet kiss on the mouth.
"Hey." he says smiling cutely at me. I smile at him the look around the room.
"It is getting pretty wild down here huh?" I ask him playfully, trying to give him some attention.
"Yeah. All of the women went upstairs after twenty minutes of the game. They said they were worried for their safety." He jokes back. With both give a little chuckle and he embraces me with a kiss on the forehead.
"Oh my God! What the hell was that!" Emmet yells out boisterously. "Edward, get your ass over here!" he shouts. Edward laughs and shakes his head.
"I am being summoned." He says jokingly. I let out a small laugh and smile up at him.
"Yeah go ahead. Get back to you game." I tell him. He smiles apologetically at me and then gives me one more kiss on the mouth before he runs back to the couch. I shake my head at their juvenile behavior and make my way up stairs. I hear chatter and laughter coming from the kitchen, so I decide to see what all the girls are gossiping about this Sunday. I walk into the room and sit on one of the open stools at the breakfast bar. I am seated next to Kate. She notices me and smiles at me while greeting me by squeezing my hand.
"And can you believe she had the nerve to go up to his office and question him?" Jessica asks everyone disbelievingly. All the women in the room shake their heads and make disapproving sounds.
"She's a slut." Rosalie says bluntly.
"Rose!" Angela exclaims, scolding her.
"What? She is! She doesn't even know who the father of her own child is."Rose explains, defending herself. "Hell, she is going to be spending some thick dollars on paternity tests. She probably slept with like a thousand men." she mutters loud enough so the others can hear. The women laugh and shake their heads. I find myself laughing too. Rosalie was never one to hold her tongue. She always says what's on her mind. Angela finally notices me and smiles brightly in my direction.
"Hey Bella." she says sweetly.
"Hey Ange."I answer back smiling. Jessica walks up beside me and gives me a quick hug.
"Hey Bella. I almost though you weren't going to make it." she says kindly. I smile at her.
"You guys know I wouldn't miss it." I reassure everyone in the room. Everyone gives me a small quick greeting and little conversations sprout up around the room. Alice glances at me quickly form across the room, a hint of aversion in her eye. I look away swiftly, feeling slightly worried and uncomfortable. Maggie makes her way over to me and starts chatting excitedly at me about the new baby boy she has adopted. I nod and smile in the right places. She provided a great distraction but I am honestly not interested in our conversation. Rose comes over and, thankfully, interrupts our exchange.
"Would you too like something to drink?" she asks the both of us while holding a bottle of red wine and two glasses.
"No thanks." Maggie declines politely. Rose looks at me expectantly.
I really could use a drink. I feel so wound up. Maybe it will loosen me up a little.
"Yeah sure. Thanks." I say graciously. She sets the two glasses down on the breakfast bar and pours about half a cup of wine into both of them. She hands me one then takes one for herself. I take a deep gulp of the wine and my shoulders instantly relax.
Damn. I feel better already.
I feel myself start to unwind as the liquor enters my system.
Be careful Bella. You know how you get when you drink. You are a lightweight. There is no filter between your brain and your mouth when you are intoxicated.
I ignore my inner voice and quickly ask Rosalie for more wine. She smiles at me and all too willingly gives me what I want. Rose pours some more wine for herself and takes the seat that Kate was previously in, beside me at the breakfast bar. More chatter and laughter fills up the large kitchen.
"Hey Rose, do you have any more of those cookies." Tanya asks, obviously still hungry.
"Sorry T. I am all out." Rose answers her as she sips her wine.
"Damn." Tanya mutters, disappointed.
"We should have gotten Bella to bake some pastries for us." Angela says. I smile appreciatively at her and continue to drink more wine.
"She always makes the best doughnuts. I love the ones she makes with the lemon cream filling." Angela continues.
"Yeah, her filling is really wonderful. It has just the right amount of tart sweetness." Rose adds while gazing at me with a hint of allurement. The others seem oblivious to the way she is looking at me and they agree with the praises both her and Angela are giving. I smile and whisper words of thanks while I begin to take another sip of my wine.
"I could eat Bella's creamy filling all day." Rosalie murmur seductively, low enough for only me to hear. I suddenly choke on the wine that is entering my throat and begin to cough furiously. Angela and Jessica rush to my side instantly and begin to pat me on the back. When I am done with my coughing fit, I look at Rosalie and she has a small, sly smile on her face. She obviously knows the effect her words have on me. I take slow deep breaths and try to calm my body down.
"Bella, are you alright?" Angela asks worriedly as she continues to rub my back. I look up at her and give her a weak smile.
"Yeah Ange. I'm fine." I say, trying to reassure her. She gives me a worried look, but goes back to her previous spot beside Carmen. Breathing deep, I look down and happen to take a glance at my clothing.
"Oh shit." I mutter. I spilled wine all over my sweater. I stretch it out to better inspect the stain.
"Oh no." Charlotte says as she sees the spot. Her words bring everyone's attention to my stained sweater. Rosalie looks at me with a small smile on her face. The stain on the sweater is covers part of my chest. She brings her hand up to the sweater and lightly traces the outskirts of the stain with her fingertips. I clench my right fist in order to stop myself from shivering at her touch.
"I have something that you can wear. I don't want you sitting around in a soaked sweater." Rosalie says as she looks me straight in the eye while she continues to trace the stain. I look away, afraid that everyone will see my reaction and realize what is going on between us.
"No Rose. It's okay. I say, denying her offer.
"Bella I insist." she says, trying to persuade me. I look around the room for help from others, but they have turned their attention away from us and are all immersed in their own little conversations. I sigh and decide to let her help. She grabs my hand and leads me upstairs. This seems all too familiar, reminding me of the night of the party. The memory of our night together sends me into a whirlwind of emotions and I feel the tenseness come back to my body.
We are just going upstairs so you can change your stained sweater. Nothing is going to happen! You can do this! Have some self control damn it!
We enter the room and Rosalie goes to her chester drawer to rummage through it. She bends over and looks through the bottom drawer. My eyes can't help but notice her round, supple, firm, toned ass. My resolve is shattered in that moment and I feel the spot in-between my legs start to leak.
"Oh fuck." I whimper in a whisper, overcome with lust, desire, frustration and anger. I see Rosalie head perk up. She heard my quiet words. She stays in her bent over position and sways her ass slowly back and forth.
"Like what you see?" she whisper as she looks back at me coyly. I look away, embarrassed, and try to get my emotions under control. She takes a cream looking sweater out of the drawer and gets up to make her way over to me. She stops in front of me and scans my body slowly with her eyes. She sets the sweater on the ground beside where we are standing. She then comes to me and rubs the side of my body with her finger tips and plays with the hem of my sweater.
"Let's get this off you." she says, her hot, wine smelling breath teasing my senses, making me want more of her. She starts to lift the sweater off my body and I comply by lifting my arms straight in the air. Once the sweater is off my body, she throws it to the ground beside us and fixes her eyes on my bra laden chest. She slowly traces the tips of her fingers all around my bra until she reaches my back where the hook is. I sigh at her touch and my mind is in a haze. Not from the liquor, but from the vapor of lust and craving that fills the room. With her body so close to mine, it makes it so hard for my brain to think clear, rational thoughts.
Shit she is going to unhook my bra! She shouldn't be doing that. Not now! Do you want her to do it? Yes….No no no no no! Snap out of it! Stop her!
"Rose don't." I whisper, even though it is probably my greatest desire for her to rid me of that certain piece of fabric. She ceases her movement and moves her hands from my sides to my shoulders. She then proceeds to push me against the nearest wall presses herself against me. I am trapped between her and the wall. My body aches with guilt, shame, frustration, anger, resentment, want, need, passion, desire, yearning all at the same time and it is the sweetest torture. At this point I know I am not strong enough to fight my carnal desires. The alcohol has brought out my promiscuity and enabled me to let go of my inhibitions. My conscience flows into my mind to put up one last fight.
Bella what about Edward? He is your husband remember? Remember Rosalie said she didn't love you like you love her. Protect yourself.
Rosalie starts to move her body against mine and I feel her pussy grinding on mine. I moan at the wonderful sensation. She adorns my neck with succulent kisses and kneads my breasts with her talented hands. My body is still rigid under her touch as I try to hang onto my conscience and fight my desire. She starts to kiss me passionately and I can feel my resolve start to wither away. She then lifts my arms so that they are against the wall in a position of compete surrender. She brings her arms against my own and intertwines out finger together. This brings us even closer and she continues to grind and kiss me. She suddenly bites my bottom lip and I gasp. She takes this opportunity to place her capable tongue into my mouth. She swirls her tongue against my own and massages it delicately. She then sucks on my tongue and lets out a guttural moan of passion. My resolve and conscience are gone and the primal, lust driven part of me takes over.
Bella she is right there for the taking. She wants this just as much as you do. Give yourself to her. You know you want to. It feels right. Give in. Let go.
I feel my hips start to move with hers and I begin to thrust my pussy against hers. We both moan at the new intense sensation of our hips moving as one. All doubt gone, I move my own tongue in her mouth and taste her sweet essence. She squeezes my hands and I know that she is enjoying this as much as I am. Our hips start to move faster and grind harder. The ache in my core starts to grow and the feeling of want for release overwhelms me. She suddenly reaches between our legs, into my pants, and under my underwear so that she can rub my pussy furiously. I let out a loud groan against her mouth. Not wanting her to feel neglected, I reach into her pants and start to massage her core at a hurried pace. Our lips nip, bite and suck at each other until they hurt, but we do not stop. We are hypnotized by the trance of lust we are in and our primal beings will not let us stop until we reach our highest peak of ecstasy. I feel her body start to tremble and I start to rub her faster. She continues to kiss me feverishly and she starts to stroke my center at a quicker pace. She breaks the kiss and buries her face in my neck as her orgasm overtakes her. Her whole body convulses violently against mine and I can hear her screams and moans that are quieted by my neck. I massage her until she is done with her release. When she has recovered, she brings her lips to mine and begins to kiss me passionately. Her thumb starts to circle my clit and she sticks two fingers inside of me. I whimper into the kiss and bring my arms around her neck. She fingers me rapidly with much force and soon I feel my body start to quiver. My release is near. Just as I am about to tip over the edge to ecstasy, a knock at the door shocks Rosalie and I out of our trance and back into our harsh world of reality.
Alice's POV
I see Rose grab Bella's hand as they start to travel upstairs and I roll my eyes, my head shaking in disapproval.
Don't they have any decency and self control? I mean everyone is here. Well, they did it at the party so I guess they no longer have any boundaries.
I sip my wine and sourly sulk in my own thought.
Nothing! Not a single thing! I haven't found anything incriminating. I even came to their house early just so I could do some extra snooping around, but no luck. I looked in the more private rooms of the house, like their bedroom and the storage closest, but I still haven't' found anything. I looked under their bed and in all their drawers. The only scandalous items found were a bunch of sex toys. Knowing Emmett and Rosalie, they probably use them together.
My face makes a slight grimace as an image of them enjoying their special toys is forced into my head.
It was so hard sneaking around with everyone here, but I had to do it now. With a lot more people here, I wouldn't be missed and Rose wouldn't come looking for me. Goodness, I excused myself to go to the bathroom to cover up my prying so many times; everyone must think I have a bladder problem.
I smile a little at my own personal joke, and then frown as a think about the matter at hand.
I am not sure about what else I can do to get information. I would think if she would hide something from Emmett, she would hide it in the most blatant and obvious place. Even though it would be in his own home, he wouldn't notice. Emmett has never been the brightest bulb in the box.
I roll my eyes and shake my head as I think of the stupid pranks Emmett has pulled over the years. I watch the women in the room gossip and giggle for a while until my brain drifts back to trying to figure out how to get some facts.
It's going to be very hard to get outside information. Rose does not like to share her personal life with just anyone, so it would be a waste of time questioning her co-workers. I can't question our friends because they are obviously going to try to be nosy and figure out what is going on. If I check her records, they are probably going to be all clean. Damn. How can I get what I need?
The loud vibration of Rosalie's phone brings me out of my train of thought. Rose had left her phone on the breakfast bar. The idea of Rosalie's phone brings a new inspiration to my quest for facts.
Rosalie's phone! Why didn't I think of that before! I can search her contacts for unfamiliar numbers. We basically have the same group of friends so the amount of forgiven numbers can't be that great. I will call the numbers and see who those people are. Maybe I will find someone who knows something about Rosalie that I don't. Maybe they can help me uncover a secret of hers.
I see Tanya reaching for the phone but I quickly snatch it before she can get her hands on it.
"I'll give it to her Tanya." I say sweetly. Tanya looks a little perturbed by my quickness and enthusiasm to take the phone, but she does not say anything about it and she lets me have what I want. This is a time that I am thankful for the design of the large house. They have two staircases that lead to the upper level of the house. One is in front of the entrance of the house and the other one is on the other side of the house, in a more private area. I decide to head to the more private staircase because I know it is in front of the study. It will look like I am going upstairs to give Rosalie her phone, and that is what I am doing. I will just make a quick trip to the study first so I can search her phone. I pass through the crowd of women in the kitchen and round the corner. I instinctively check to see if anyone is following me. When I see that I am not being followed, I hastily head to the study. I close the door behind me and lean against the big wooden desk as I scroll though her contacts. I see that I am right in my prediction as I find a few numbers that I do not recognize.
How am I going to remember all these numbers? Wait a minute; I can just right them down. Silly me!
I search the room for a pen and a piece of paper. When I find the items I am looking for, I scribble the numbers down on the paper quickly. I fold the paper neatly and stuff deep in my left pocket. I put back the pen and swiftly leave the study. I climb up the stairs and see that the bedroom door to Rosalie and Emmett's room is closed. I walk up to the door and press my ear against it. I can hear their noisy moans and loud kisses. My face screws up into an expression of disgust and loathing.
Ugh. I need to ends this now!
I decide to ends their little "session" and knock on the door.
Bella's POV
I hear Rosalie lets out a growl of frustration, and she quickly pulls her fingers out of me so that she can fix herself up and look presentable. I am unable to move from the shock the situation and the shock of the almost orgasm. She grabs the sweater on the ground and walks towards me to shove the sweater in my chest.
"Quick put this on!" she harshly orders me without making eye contact. I feel the hurt and the sting of tears start to engulf me but I quickly put the sweater on, not wanting to make a scene in front of our unexpected visitor. I then bend my head and close my eyes so that I can try to get my emotions under control. When Rosalie sees that I have the sweater on, she opens door. When she sees who it is, her face turns sour.
"What?" she hisses out. The person past Rosalie walks in the room and the clicking of their heels tells me that it is a woman. When I lift my head, I see Alice roll her eyes at Rosalie.
"Relax Rose." Alice says to her. "I just wanted to make sure the both of you don't get caught." she says indifferently. She looks around the room as if she is surveying the area. We both stand there in silence looking at her, wondering what is going though her head. When she is done probing the room with her eyes, she turns her attention back to Rosalie.
"Your phone was ringing. I thought I would bring it up to you." she says as she hand's Rosalie her cell phone.
"Thanks" Rosalie mutters ungratefully as she takes the phone from Alice. Alice looks around the room again then turns her eyes to me. I tense up under her gaze and start to fidget. She gives me a once over and then takes her searing gaze off of me.
"You both should hurry up. The girls are probably starting to wonder where you are." she says calmly before she leaves he room. Rosalie checks her missed call as I stand paralyzed by my emotions against the wall. I clench my fists as I try to sort through my feelings. She finishes with her phone and throws on the bed then she proceeds to leave to room.
"Rose shouldn't we talk about this?" I blurt out desperately before she could leave. She turns around then looks at me with an expression that I cannot read.
"There is nothing to talk about Bella." she says annoyed as she impatiently shakes her leg. I feel the urge to cry start to overpower me and I turn my head away from her and my bottom lip starts to tremble. I hear her sigh and she makes her way over to me. She stops right in front of me and is silent for a moment. She then puts he hands on my shoulders and speaks.
"Honestly Bella, I thought we had a good thing going here?" she asks me, a hint of disappointment detected in her voice. I am still unable to look at her and my eyes are brimming with tears. She sighs again and holds my face in her hands so I can look at her.
"We have a good thing going." she tells me. Then she looks me straight in the eye. "Don't ruin it with your emotion shit." she whispers. She lets go of my face and avoids eye contact as she leaves the room. I stand there in shock as the tears start to stream down my face. I feel I have just been slapped in the face. I shake my head in disbelief as the tears continue to flow.
How can she say that to me? Emotional shit? Do my feelings mean anything to her at all? Does she have any feelings? Why is she treating me this way?
I take a moment to think about the predicament I put myself in. The hurt and the pain still continuously ache in my body. But I feel new emotions start to take rise: resentment and bitterness. This is the first time I have felt these emotions toward Rosalie. The more I think about them, the less I feel like crying over her. But the more I think about them, the more numb and hollow I feel. I decide to hold on to them, because right now I would rather feel numb and hollow than be in pain. I dry my eyes and fix my hair so I can look presentable to the others. I make my way downstairs and fake my way through the evening. I cling to Edward's side and avoid any though or conversation of Rosalie. I don't even look or talk to her because if I do, that will cause my emotions to go out of whack.
I need to figure this out. If I don't, this is going to break me. I am barley holding myself together now. I just don't know what to do.
Alice's POV
The running of the shower serves as background noise as I focus at my task at hand. Jasper and I have arrived home from Sunday football about an hour ago. I am in my bedroom, in my pajamas, calling the numbers from the list of contacts I got from Rosalie's phone. I am grateful for Jasper being in the shower. He would only question me and distract me. All the numbers I have called so far have not been of any use to me. They would either hang up on me or they would say their connections with Rosalie was none of my business. They could give me no information. I call the next number. The name next to it is label AJ. I dial the number and wait for someone to pick up.
"Hello?" I hear a deep male voice answer.
"Urm….. hello. Is this AJ?" I ask back tentatively.
"Yes it is. Who is this?" he asks me skeptically.
"My name is Eve." I lie, holding on tightly to my phone.
"Who is your connection?" he asks me. I scrunch up my face in confusion.
"I need a connection?" I ask back, surprise apparent in my voice.
"Everyone who knows about me must have some type of connection." he says as if it is federal law.
"Rosalie." I say nervously. I am hoping her does not know many Rosalie's so her will know who I am referring to.
"Ahhhh. Rosalie." he says in recognition of her name. "Alright, what can I do you for?" he asks me. I do not know what exactly he is offering, so I start off vague.
"What do you have?" I ask, hoping he will reveal what he is selling.
"I have all types of things. Anything you want I have it." he replies back. That obviously does not help me, so I try again.
"Ummm. Well I am looking for something light." I say, hoping that will cause him to give a clue as to what he is talking about.
"Something light." he says as he digests my words. He then gives out a huff of laughter. "You must be a newbie?" he ask with a hint of humor in his voice. I am still in the dark about what we are talking about, but I decide that staying positive and agreeing with what he says is best. I giggle back nervously.
"Yeah." I say agreeing with him. "I am a newbie." I say.
"Okay. Well I suggest you start off with some grass first and then you can work your way up to more potent things like X and coke." he says expertly.
Grass, X, coke? Hmmmmm. Wait! Oh my God! I think this guy is a drug dealer! Grass is marijuana, X is ecstasy and coke is cocaine! Holy crap! Rosalie has a drug dealer as one of her contacts! Why? Does she do drugs? She doesn't seem like the type. Goodness. This is it. This is what I have been looking for.
"Hello? You there?" he asks, wondering if I hung up.
"Yeah I am here." I say quickly. "Ummm that all sounds great but I think I have to think about what I want first." I say, still nervous.
"Yeah alright." he says casually.
"Do you think I can call you back another day." I ask hopeful." You know for the prices and stuff." I say as I try to cover up my enthusiasm.
"Yeah sure. But don't go spreading my number around newbie. You can't do that until we have enough trust in our relationship." he says warning me.
"Yeah of course. I got it." I say, convincing him he can trust me. When I don't hear him speak, I fill up the silence. "Thanks again. I will call sometime soon". I say
"Alright." he says satisfied and he hangs up. I sigh deeply and I hang up
"Who was that?" Jasper asks skeptically. I jump in surprise, startled by his voice.
"Oh it was no one important. Just someone I have to interview for work." I lie, trying to cover up what is really going on. He looks at me, still disbelieving, but he doesn't interrogate me and he climbs into bed. I give a quiet sigh, glad that he is not going to push the issue. I get into bed beside him, turn off the light and try to relax my body. As my body relaxes my mind starts reeling.
This is really serious. A drug dealer? That could be so dangerous.
I grip the pillow as a feeling of fear starts to creep into my body.
No, you have to go through with this. Rose needs this reality check. Heck, if Bella finds out about this, both of them will probably be scared straight. You need to do this. You need to save their marriage. You need to hold your family together.
I sigh and decide to stick to my decision. My mind imagines what my next conversation with AJ will be like as I drift off to sleep.