[Disclaimer] Everything Twilight belongs to Mrs. Stephenie Meyer

[A/N] This chapter is the background story for the whole Ali/Victoria mess and I think that I should give you a little warning that some ugly things going to happen in this one.

**Chapter 80**

**Forget Paris**

Fire, I thought, wrapping one of the long curls around my finger. It looks like fire, like thousands of orange colored flames glimmering in the sunlight. Her hair was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen in my life. My heart skipped a beat when I slowly leaned forward to pull it over her shoulder to plant a kiss on her bare shoulder.

"Hmm,"

She turned around and blinked into my face. The black eye-makeup was smeared a little bit but I still thought her pretty. I can't believe she agreed to go home with me last night. I'm such a lucky girl.

"Did I wake you up?"

"Yes you did, but that's okay. I have an appointment in two hours and have to get back to my apartment before that anyway."

I cupped her face between my hands and planted a soft kiss on her full mouth. The tip of her tongue swirled over my lower lip until I gasped for air and she plugged her tongue into my mouth. Her hands moved under the cotton fabric of my shirt where her fingertips gently moved over the tips of my breasts, squeezing my hardening nipples between thumb and forefinger. God, the things she could do to my body.

A low moan escaped my throat and I whimpered slightly when her other hand slipped between my thighs.

"Do you have a vibrator or something like that?" she whispered into my ear, grazing its shell with her front teeth.

My face blushed into a crimson color and I hoped that she was too occupied with other stuff to notice it. Jeez, no one apart from me blushes anymore.

She chuckled slightly and pulled back to plant several kisses down my collarbone.

"I was just teasing you. I know that you don't have one. It's so cute how innocent you are."

"I'm not innocent." I stumbled out, cursing myself when my voiced raised two octaves. How embarrassing.

Her eyes moved to the electric alarm clock on the other side of the bed.

"Crap, I'm already late. We'll make up for that later. Do you want to come over to my place?"

I nodded my head and pressed my thighs against each other to lessen a bit of the aching tension between them.

She stood up from the bed and twisted her hair into a messy bun at the end of her neck.

"Can we have some coffee before I have to leave?"

"The machine isn't working. Abby tried to use it without an adapter and the damn thing almost exploded."

"Too bad,"

Then she cleared her throat before she spoke up again.

"This place is a dump. It's too small and the light in here is terrible. How can you live and work here?"

"Paris is expensive and as I haven't given up on eating food…"

I wrinkled my nose in disgust when I thought about how I had caught two of my modeling roommates swallowing cotton with orange juice. God, it was so ridiculous how desperate some women tried to keep themselves skinny. Weren't women supposed to be round and curvy?

"Didn't you tell me that your father is a surgeon?"

"Hmm, yes he is. What has that to do with me living here?"

"Your father is a doctor and is okay with you living in this…hole?"

I sighed deeply and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

"My father was against me going here, so I highly doubt that he cares about the...circumstances of my stay."

"Why would he be against it? You're really talented and I'm not saying that because we fucked."

The way she said fucked sent another wave of warmth straight to my face, turning it again into a delicate crimson color.

"Thanks for telling me I'm talented. No one has ever done that before."

"You're welcome. I'm just telling the truth. Those sketches you showed me last night, they're brilliant. When are you going to sew the dresses? A friend of mine is having a fashion show in a hotel next week."

"I'm afraid I won't be able to sew anything in the next days unless I want to sleep under a bridge next month."

"Call your parents and ask them to send you more money, simple as that."

You have no idea, I thought bitterly while I forced myself to take several deep breaths to keep the tears from falling.

"I don't want to take my father's money." I whispered so low that my voice was barely audible. Still I feared that she would be able to notice the tremble in it.

"You're a strange girl, Ali. But at least that's a new for me."

"Hmm,"

"I have to go now. Call me later. I have bought so many new toys and I'm dying to test them with someone."

She licked her lower lip and I felt a fresh wave of wetness soaking the thin material of my underwear.

As soon as she was out of the room I reached for the phone and dialed the number of my best friend.

"Hello?"

"Hi Jazz, it's me."

"Did something happen? That's the first time you're calling at a decent time."

"I'm sorry about the last times. I tend to forget that you're on the other side of the world right now."

"It's okay, beautiful."

"Look, I can't really talk long, because the others are so going to kill me for the damned phone bill but I really wanted to tell you about her."

"Her? You met a woman? Is she French?"

"From Canada. She moved here from Montreal after her divorce."

"She was married to a guy? Arg, that's gross. Have you forgotten all the things I've warned you about? Interfering with bisexual people will lead to nothing but trouble."

"It's not like that."

"Yeah, of course, it's not like that. Let me guess, she's different from the other cock-loving bitches."

"You're mean. She's really nice and pretty too."

"Did you sleep with her?"

There was a hint of jealousy in her voice although she clearly tried to suppress it.

"That's none of your business."

"So you did. I just hope she didn't give you some STI or other crap."

"You're impossible. Maybe she's going to be the love of my life and you're already insulting her."

"Oh, Ali, you're really still a child."

"No, I'm not."

"Trust me, you are. Have you spoken to your father yet?"

"What for? He made it pretty clear how he thinks about me being here."

"The two of you are both so impossibly stubborn. It's ridiculous."

"I'm not stubborn. My father is the one that can't accept that I'm not his little girl anymore."

"Darlin', you'll always be his little girl no matter how old you get."

"Hmm. Have you talked to my mother or my sister in the last time?"

"I talked to Rosalie when she was here in the hospital for some fertility tests or stuff like that."

"And my mom?"

"How about calling her yourself if you're so curious."

"I called her after my brother's wedding and she cried the entire time. I'm not keen on experiencing that again."

"Jeez, Ali, that was almost four months ago and I still think that you should let me rip your stupid brother a new one for telling you not to show up at the wedding. That was a low blow even for Edward."

"I don't care. His wife is probably an annoying person anyway."

"If she married your brother, she can't be that smart. Anyway, I don't like it when you use me like some sort of hidden messenger."

"Please, I really miss my mom and you know that."

"Fine, Ali. Your mother is pretty thrilled of the little copper head your dipshit of a brother managed to produce."

"The baby is there?"

"Yes it is. Poor thing looks exactly like Edward. I think that Esme told me that they're going to name her after your grandmother."

XXXXX

The next six months were the most exciting, most magical in my entire life. My heart felt as if it was going to burst from all the love that filled me whenever I looked at my fire-haired lover. She was everything I had ever wished for in a woman, beautiful and smart and sophisticated. She introduced me to a lot of important people while showing me off like a precious little jewel that she had discovered. Okay, technically she had discovered me.

The first time she told me that she loved me we had been sitting in a small café directly underneath the Eiffel Tower. If that ain't true love, I don't know…

I quickly checked my reflection in my tiny hand mirror before I knocked on the door of her apartment. She didn't answer but that probably just meant that she was still in the shower. The thought of feeling her slippery wet body pressed against mine sent a pleasant wave of lust down to my core.

Quickly I searched for the spare key she had hidden underneath a flower pot. What was it that everyone assumed that stupid flower pots were the perfect place to hide keys?

There was a weird noise coming from her bedroom that instantly reminded me of an animal that was about to die a terrible painful death.

But when I kicked the door open, I was the one who wished she could die. Die that very moment or at least faint to get out of this disgusting situation as quickly as possible.

He saw me even before she realized that I was there and a smile flashed over his stupid grinning face when he licked his lip greedily.

"You didn't tell me that we're going to have some company tonight, Vic."

She chuckled and climbed from his lap, wiping a trail of sweaty pearls from her cleavage.

"Hi Ali, I didn't expect you here that soon."

"You….he, what the fuck is going on here?" My voice raised two octaves and I suddenly felt way too dizzy to remain standing.

I sat down at the edge of the bed as far away from him as possible.

The asshole smirked and when I accidentally got a glimpse of his little or not so little you know that I mean it twitched like a dog's tail in excitement.

"Okay, Ali, this is James. He's a photographer for that new magazine I told you about."

"It doesn't look like a photo shoot to me, Victoria. Damn it, what the fuck, do you think you're doing?"

"Honey, isn't that obvious? We're having some fun."

"But you're with me! You told me that you love me. How can you let him touch you?"

"Don't be jealous now. This is just sex."

She wrapped one arm around my shoulder and planted a kiss on my cheek.

"Try to relay. There is so much fun that the three of us could have."

The guy nodded his head and reached his hand out to put a wisp of my long hair behind my ear.

"She's a little looker. I wonder how she looks like underneath that dress."

"Don't touch me!"

He chuckled and leaned forward to cup Victoria's face roughly between his hands. When his tongue slipped into her mouth his eyes kept focused on me. It made him look like a predator ready to attack his prey.

"Aren't you curious, Ali? Think of all the wonderful things I've showed you. Once you've felt a real cock inside you, you'll never want to go back to that plastic stuff."

"Don't you love me at all? How can you suggest things like that?"

She took my hand and put it to her breast. Her skin was smooth and smelled like coconut oil. I bet that he put that stuff all over her body.

"You're so naïve. Love has nothing to do with sex."

"Victoria is right. Love is for losers. Now come here."

"No,"

"Tell him to leave."

"He's staying and you should too, if you want to see me again."

"You can't expect me to agree to a threesome."

"Why not, Ali? Didn't you promise me that you would do anything for me? Or was that a lie?"

"No, it wasn't."

"Then stop acting like a stupid, boring prude."

I swallowed hard while I tried to struggle with the disgust and fear inside of me. She wasn't going to make me do this, was she?

James, the guy, chuckled when she started pulling down the zipper of my dress.

"She's still a virgin, is she?"

"Depends on how you define virgin, James." She told him in a seductive voice.

"No other man has touched her before. That makes her virgin enough to me no matter which kind of stuff you shoved into her tight pussy."

"Victoria, tell him to stop talking like that."

"Calm down, James. You're scaring her. And you baby need to relax. This is going to be fun. You don't know how often I fantasized about the three of us together. I want to go down on you while he fucks me from behind. Or you could suck him off while you play with me; oh god, so many possibilities."

"I really like the idea of having her pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock."

"You've heard him, get on your knees."

He grabbed my hair and pulled me closer towards him, waving with his thing in front of my face.

"Open your mouth,"

I pressed my lips against each other and hoped that he would get that hint. Unfortunately I wasn't that lucky.

"Vic, your pretty girlfriend here seems to be a little bit on the shy side. Maybe she could need some encouragement."

She chuckled and took my hand in hers before she wrapped it around his length.

"Open your mouth, sweetie. It tastes good, trust me."

I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue hesitantly over the glistening head of his cock. It didn't taste good and when he groaned I had to swallow some vomit back in my mouth.

Quickly I stood up from the bed again, wiping my mouth on the back of my hand.

"I'm sorry but I can't do that, Vic. It's just too much. I love you but I won't touch him. That's just disgusting."

"If you truly loved me you would do me that little favor. It's no big deal. You don't even have to let him come in your mouth if you don't want to."

"If you loved me you wouldn't suggest such disgusting stuff. You know what? I'm out here."

"Ali, don't be like that."

I grabbed my handbag and my jacket from the floor and rushed down the stairs.

When I was back in my apartment half an hour later I locked myself up in the tiny bathroom at the end of the corridor and turned on the shower as hot as possible before I stepped out of my clothes.

The water burned on my skin but I stayed there and rubbed my entire body with a rough cloth in an attempt to lessen the disgusting feeling of being stained with invisible dirt. Finally the water turned from hot to freezing cold and I stepped out of the shower when my teeth started chattering.

I wrapped a towel around my quivering body and sat down on the edge of the bathtub. My fingertips moved over my dry lips and when I thought about what I had done…or had almost done, my stomach heaved and I threw up right on the bathroom floor.

Then I curled into a ball in a corner of the tiny room, while I tried to compose myself enough to stand up again. It didn't work and so I just stayed there and cried until nothing but dry sobs escaped my throat and my heart splintered into dozens of tiny pieces that would probably never be whole again.