0430 hours.
That was my usual wakeup time. Unsurprisingly, even when I was off missions, I still woke up at this time. Considering that I slept at ten after Edward & I's bedroom time (there is a difference between bedroom time and bedtime— a big difference), I still got enough time to recover from the previous day.
My eyes flew open and the orange light of the digital clock glared at me in the dark. Crawling out of Edward's grasp, I headed to his gym in the house. Yep, the man had a big gym in it. Flicking the lights on, I looked around for shorts and a t-shirt that I could use. Fortunately, there was. I quickly changed into that and turned on his treadmill that faced the New York skyline. It was beautiful since it was still very dark, but the city lights never ceased. There were almost no cars and very little amounts of people on the streets. I turned off the lights to enjoy the atmosphere and plugged in to some classical music to fit the view.
I ran on the treadmill for thirty minutes and grabbed the yoga mat provided to do some relaxation exercises. I watched the sun come up in peace and when I figured it was time to end, I got into the kitchen and started cooking some pancakes. Slicing strawberries, I heard the pitter-patter of footsteps getting closer. He appeared in only Calvin Klein boxers, making me think he was ready for a photoshoot to promote the brand. His hair was in its usual unkempt bronze mess and his eyes dulled in sleepiness.
And let's just say that his abs made me want to spray whip cream on them and lick it off.
I looked away to stop myself from ogling and cleared my throat. "Good morning."
He gave me a pout. "I woke up alone this morning."
I rolled my eyes. "Aren't you supposed to everyday?"
"I thought today would be special." He said, moving around the island to give me a kiss on my lips. "Hmm, what's that you're making?"
"Pancakes with strawberries. Anything else you want to eat?" I asked.
"You look delectable in my clothes. I might just eat you for breakfast." He gave me a dark and sexy smirk which I ignored.
I turned to tend to the pancakes but Edward slapped my ass. I snapped my head at him, glaring. He shrugged.
I looked back at the flipped pancake. "Asshole." I muttered under my breath.
I could feel him breathing down my neck as he pulled my body close to his. "What was that?" He whispered, his lips nibbling at my earlobe.
"Nothing." I said nonchalantly.
"Hmm." He didn't believe me. His hands that were at my waist moved up slowly until they cupped my breasts. He massaged them as he kissed down my neck. "I have a problem here and maybe you can help me."
I could feel his erection digging into the small of my back. "I can help you but I won't. Take a cold shower." I replied simply.
"Come on, don't spoil this for me." He grazed his teeth at the top of my shoulders.
"Already did. Take a cold shower now and then come back for the pancakes." I told him off.
He growled. "No."
"Edward, I'm not in the mood for this. Go. Now."
One hand of his left my breast and dipped into the shorts. He hissed when he found that I wasn't wearing anything underneath and his fingers collected pre-cum.
"Saying you're not in the mood when you actually are— denying is what keeps you from getting what you want and need."
I switched off the stove fire and turned to face him. My never-withering glare was fixated on his face. "It's a want, not a need. If you want sex, you're gonna have to wait." I pushed his plate of pancakes at his bare chest. "Eat."
He took the plate and his hand under my shorts left. He sucked my pre-cum on his fingers with his eyes never leaving mine. "I'll eat, but I still prefer you for every meal of the day, including breakfast."
"Okay." I said. "Now just sit down. I need to do mine."
I cooked my pancakes and finished them up in probably five minutes and considering that there were six on my plate, I was truly hungry. I drank the milk from the fridge and cleaned up after myself, putting my plate and utensils into the dishwasher. I smirked at Edward when he finished his breakfast.
"Bathtub. Now."
After an hour or so of thorough fucking, we finally got out of the bathroom and I wore on the dress I wore last night. I grabbed my purse and slid my heels on my feet. Edward got dressed in a white button-down and jeans.
When we went into his car, Edward spoke up, bringing up a subject I never expected him to.
"So what are we?"
I stared at him in shock. "I thought the girl usually asks that."
"You stereotype too much." He commented.
"Thank you for telling me something I don't know." I rolled my eyes, but went back to the main topic. "I don't really know what we are, I guess. Fuck-buddies?"
"I don't think so." He shook his head slowly. "I want to take you out tomorrow. Chinatown?"
My eyes widened. "You mean you want to take me out on an official date to Chinatown?"
He shrugged.
"Edward... you want me to be your girlfriend, don't you?" I asked in a low, cautious tone.
"I guess I want you to." He said after a minute.
"Oh god." My fingers threaded through my hair, my already-wide eyes widening some more. "This is impossible."
"What's impossible?"
"Can't you see?!" I snapped. "Us! We can't be together! We can never be together! You're a mob boss and I'm a secret agent! I work on the side of the law while you... work against it! How is this relationship supposed to work?!"
"Bella, our careers don't define who we are. I don't care if you're a spy. I don't care if you destroy my reputation. I just want you and I don't know why." He admitted.
"Edward..." I didn't know what to say.
"I said this too soon, didn't I? I'm sorry. I shouldn't have—"
"No, you told me at exactly the right time. I just don't know how to react." I told him. "I guess... I guess we can give it a try."
A hint of relief appeared on his face. "I'll pick you up from your place." He took out his cell from his pocket and passed it to me. "Give me your number then text your phone from mine."
I did what he said and I saved his number into my phone. I texted him my address and placed his phone on his lap.
"Pick me up at six. I'll give you some notice if I have anything coming up tomorrow." I told him when we arrived at Crystal to get my car. The valet gave me my keys and I was about to open my car door until Edward pinned me to it and made me face him. He pressed his lips softly against mine, surprising me. Unlike the other kisses he usually gave me, this one was sweet and calming. I kissed him back, my hands finding their way to his soft hair.
He pulled away, his green eyes gazing into my brown ones. "I'll miss you sleeping in my bed." He whispered.
My lips pulled up into a smile. "Whatever. I have to go now."
He gave me another kiss. "Me too. I'll see you tomorrow."
I entered my car and drove away to my penthouse, his kisses still lingering on my skin. Entering my house, I felt oddly alone. I didn't mind being alone, but suddenly, it felt strange.
Must have been because I'd spent too much time with Edward. Yep, I was screwed.
"So what you're trying to say is that you guys are... dating?" Rosalie emphasized.
"After this date, I guess we officially are." I replied.
Her eyebrows shot up. "Damn. Bella, I need to show you something. You know how Emmett & I are always talking about the 'spreadsheet'?" She stood up from her seat and moved around to the back of her table set. She took something from behind and I saw a cork board in her hands. She flipped it to the other side and I saw what it was. "This is the spreadsheet." She said, searching for anything on my face.
In each boxes of the spreadsheet were dates, names and remarks. It was a simple piece of document, but the spreadsheet was long.
"And you are obviously expecting me to sleep with many other guys— that is what the empty columns are saying." I told her. "Are you?"
She pressed her lips together. "I guess Emmett & I weren't expecting you to finally start dating guys so soon. We started this as a joke, but..."
"It's creepy that you keep a record of my one-night-stands." I stared at the cork board.
The boxes that got my attention the most was the ones with Edward's names. His name was listed down three times— the latest one dated last night. Under the remark for my first time sleeping with Edward was BADASS written in Emmett's scrawny handwriting. The second time I slept with Edward got me another remark written in Rosalie's handwriting: She never sleeps with the same guy twice. NEVER.
The third time I slept with Edward had a long remark written by Rosalie again: Left in the middle of family dinner and SLEPT WITH HIM. AGAIN. FUCKBUDDIES?
"The next column should be filled by now." I just said, a hint of humor underlining my tone.
She stared at me in disbelief. "You guys fucked? Again? Shit, Bella. You're killing me here." She grabbed a green sharpie and popped open the cap, writing down Edward's name again for the fourth time on the spreadsheet. "When was it? Today?" She asked.
I nodded, trying to keep my laugh in. "In his bathtub." I added.
Under the remark section, she wrote it all in caps. BATHTUB? HOLY SHIT.
My phone vibrated non-stop in my pocket all of a sudden. I took it out to find Alice's name under the caller ID. I picked it up immediately.
"Bella?" She started. "You need to get back to HQ now."
"Why is that?" I asked, my eyes on Rosalie. Curiosity was written all over her face.
"There are pictures of you and that mob boss leaving the restaurant together last night and Aunt Siobhan unfortunately saw them." Alice explained. "She wants to talk to you ay-sap, and I don't think this is going to be good."
EARLY UPDATE! I just figured I'd do this so that I can focus more on the next story to update. Sigh. And Edward & Bella are finally getting a go at it (LOL), so what do you think? Oh, and what do you guys think about Alice's phone call? Ughhhhh, I want to sleep now, so I'm gonna just go. If it's nighttime at your area, good for you. I'm going to try and sleep with the sunlight on my face.
Scarlett