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Enjoy. R.

3. Adele - Crazy For You

CHAPTER 2

This Must Have Meant Something... Right?

Wednesday, October 24, 2012

"Oh my god, Bella, I can't believe you're still fucking that douchebag," Alice whined as she was sipping her wine. "No, sorry, let me update. I can't believe you're in love with him. Are you completely out of your mind?"

"You know what, Alice? Fuck off," I said and tried to pretend that her comment didn't hurt. I was glad she didn't see my face, I was turned with my back to her, washing dishes after dinner.

But Alice knew me better than that. "Sorry, Bella. Really," her voice softened. "But can't you see? He doesn't strike me as a relationship material. And not just because he is married, if you haven't noticed…"

"Alice, shut the fuck up," said Rose. "Let it go already. Bella obviously feels something more, and James wouldn't bother if he didn't feel something, too. Furthermore," I heard her smile in this cheeky way of hers, "Bella already told us that in terms of thickness and length he is more than competent, so? Let her have fun…"

"Rosalie, not everything is about sex and size." I was sure Alice rolled her eyes.

"Is it not?" I heard her smile. "Well, Emmett would tell you otherwise."

"I must admit you two found each other, seriously. I never saw any couple hornier than the two of you and for how long have you been together already? Three years? "Alice asked. I filled my glass with wine once more and joined them at the kitchen table that was situated right in the middle of the kitchen. It wasn't big, but it was enough for me.

"I can't wait to marry him, you know? To be really his," Rosalie beamed. Rosalie was a headmaster's assistant at the elementary school where I and Alice were teaching and she was engaged to Emmett. He was a physician and he specialized in the pain management which I thought was quite ironic, given the fact he could very easily inflict a lot of pain… Emmett was huge. He looked like a rugby player with his broad and muscular shoulders and large biceps. I saw him only a handful of times, he was working all the time, but he made an impression every time I met him.

I smiled. Even though Alice was right - those two could be caught eye-fucking each other even after three years of relationship - I hadn't seen a couple so much in love as those two. "When is the wedding then? Do you have a date?"

Rosalie's smile widened even more. "Actually, we do."

"What?" Alice shrieked. "And you're telling us only now?"

"Calm down, Alice," Rosalie laughed. "I just found out today as well. Emmett has a very good friend, some buddy from medical school whose mother is a very well-known event planner, and since I wanted to have the wedding at the Edgewater Hotel in the spring, he called that famous Mrs Cullen. She pulled some strings and the next thing I know is that we have reserved the Edgewater Hotel! In the spring! Unbelievable… when I called, they just said there was nothing free in the spring. But who would want a wedding in Seattle in the middle of November?" she frowned at the thought. "Anyway, I have to thank that Mrs Cullen personally when I meet her."

"But what is the date, Rosalie?" I asked, still laughing at her excitement.

"The 24th of May, next year!"

"Wow, congratulations, Rose!" I hugged her.

"Just make sure there is enough alcohol," Alice said. "You know how demanding your bridesmaids can be," Alice winked at me.

Rosalie frowned. "You won't get wasted at my wedding, bitches. It's my wedding, not a Friday night. For teachers you are incredibly promiscuous." Oh, Rosalie was right.

"Because we are bitches in the first place," Alice retorted but I could tell it was wine talking.

Rosalie rolled her eyes.

It was a Wednesday night and this meant dinner at my, Rosalie's or Alice's place. This week was my turn. And because it was also a school night, there was no fun involved. Just the three of us, lasagna and two bottles of wine. Which was enough to make Alice tipsy tonight. But she had barely eaten anything anyway.

We, bitches, had a strange relationship. Not too personal, yet very relaxed. Each of us was very different, but we managed to always have fun and hold each other's hair when one of us started vomiting before she got home. Alice had been my friend since I moved to Seattle permanently. We'd met at the elementary school in Seattle where I was offered a place after I had graduated from University of Washington. I was now teaching second graders, sweet and honest kiddos, but Alice on the other hand, was teaching sixth graders, a very noisy, pre-pubescent and naughty bunch of kids, if you ask me. Although she looked like she was one of them, short and energetic, she always managed to handle them. I had only one opportunity to see her in a class, and man, this woman was like a general. A year or so later, Rose had become a headmaster's assistant. Alice and Rose had known each other before, so Rose started to hang out with us and we clicked immediately. And the cool thing about it was that Emmett didn't really mind that much when Rose was going out with us during weekends sometimes because he often worked long shifts at the hospital. He was glad we took care of her.

Alice on the other hand dated, but nothing ever worked out. She was a hopeless romantic that one, but with a terribly dirty mind and no one was ever good enough for her. It sometimes looked like she led a double life, like she had two personalities in one body. She was that sweet, polite teacher in work and when we were alone, she let herself loose and became finally relaxed. I sometimes wondered how someone so tiny could be so… complex and unpredictable. Well, you can say I was the same regarding the duality of our lives, I guess. But… no. I was much less polite to parents and our colleagues than Alice. I was in every aspect anti-social when it came to those dumb colleagues of ours or some really ignorant parents. I knew that my decision to become a teacher was a result of a very fucked-up childhood, but I knew Alice didn't enjoy being a teacher that much either. I had never asked Alice why she had become a teacher and she'd never offered an explanation. Besides, I wasn't exactly offering to share my own story, she only knew bits and pieces here and there, like why I chose name Romy for my blog. We didn't ask questions, not even after they read some reference to my past in my blog. And that's why we were so comfortable around each other.

I believed that the only thing that we cared about in school were the kids. They were sometimes fun to be around, they were always able to surprise us and I liked their honest random ramblings. But most of all, I liked the blank canvas of their future. Everything was in their hands and I kind of wished I had my canvas blank as well.

So, Rosalie was the engaged one, Alice was the romantic one and they would say I was the bitchy one. Most of the time, anyway. They had to put up with me and my sexual conquests all the time. I think we got along so well because we respected each other's choices, even though we didn't agree with them sometimes. Though Alice was a real pain in the ass regarding James. I would expect Rosalie to bitch about my choice. Not that I care what they think.

"But, Bella," Alice started again, eyeing me seriously, "just be careful, 'kay?"

I rolled my eyes. "I am not gonna listen to this, Alice. Why does it bother you who I sleep with?"

"I don't know, I have this strange feeling or something."

"What feeling?" asked Rosalie.

"I don't know…That she's gonna end up hurt. I can't shake it off."

Well, there was something about that statement. After all, he was married. I was the intruder.

"Alice, I'm a big girl."

"Your blog post wasn't that optimistic," she noted.

I raised my brows. "Alice, I was drunk."

Alice chuckled. "Oooh, where is that sweet Bella that fucked around just for the sake of being able to fuck? Where is that Bella whose kinky blog I loved to read so much? Your post has never been more pathetic," concluded Alice.

Rose laughed. "True, true… I wasn't even sure if it was you."

I swallowed and got really pissed off. "Just shut up. Both of you. If you don't want to read it, then don't."

They both looked at me surprised, a little taken aback.

"Sorry, hon, it's just this whole depression thing made you strange recently," said Rosalie carefully. "I mean, I am glad that James makes it better, and I told you that Emmett can get some help if you-"

"I don't need any help," I cut her off. "Shrinks are crazy themselves. I am okay now."

They both eyed me, exact mirror reflections of each other, and didn't believe a word. What did I care?

"Just be careful, 'kay?" repeated Alice. "I am not judging him or anything… just… I don't know."

"Yes, Alice, you already expressed yourself quite clearly, thank you very much," I said harshly. What was wrong with them lately? They never gave a fuck about me and my life.

Although... everything had changed in May when I hadn't come to work on Monday and then hadn't showed up for next two days. No one had been able to contact me. Alice, however, had had a spare key from my apartment, because I always wanted someone to have it in case I lost mine. I didn't really remember what had happened. Or I didn't want to remember. We had gone out on a Saturday night, just the three of us. I had drank a lot, more than usual, and as usual, I'd ended up bringing home some guy whose name I didn't remember now, let alone then. We had had sex, obviously, and as I had started to get sober – ironically – things had started to get blurry. I didn't remember what exactly had happened, yet I remembered why and what I felt. The guy had reminded me of someone I didn't want to remember, someone I had pushed away in my mind many years ago, someone who was largely responsible for the mess I was in. I'd got into some kind of rage and anger and I must have screamed a lot and cried a lot, because the next thing I remembered was that I had woken up alone with a terribly sore throat and big red puffy eyes. Everything that had happened afterwards had been like a chain reaction. I had cried a lot, thought about killing myself, not willing to move or go anywhere. The world around me had stopped existing once again in my life and I hated myself that much more for allowing myself to go into that dark place again. For allowing myself to feel again. Alice had found me in bed, asleep, hugging a bottle of vodka. She had told me she'd called Rose immediately and they both had taken care of me. After I got sober again, I had begged them not to take me to hospital or report it to the employer. I had been terribly ashamed and now exposed and vulnerable in front of them. They didn't ask much, because they saw I wasn't comfortable with talking about it, but I had to tell them about that part of my past where I had battled depression. There was no other way.

So, ever since then, Rose dropped a hint sometimes about Emmett and his connections at the hospital he worked in and how they could help me get better. But I didn't need to get better. I was fine. It was just… one-time occasion. Yes, I wasn't feeling okay since then, but just a few weeks after that, I met James and he made me feel better. Much better. But that equally confused and worried me as well for completely different reasons.

In a way, I agreed with Alice… where was that Bella that just didn't really give a fuck? About anything other than those kids at school?

I missed her ignorance.

"Did he tell you he feels something more, too? I mean, you weren't exactly specific in your blog post about that part," said Rosalie.

I cringed again. Couldn't they just drop it? "No, not directly," I admitted. "There were some hints but… you know, he has a wife and kids… I can't expect him to just say it that easily," I defended him quickly.

"Did you even say it?" asked Alice.

"No."

They were quiet for a while and after that, the conversation shifted to Jessica Stanley who was teaching fifth grade and had obviously great problems with her kids since they had glued her butt to the chair the other day. Bitch never saw anything good in those kids. She deserved it.

Alice and Rose left my apartment and I was once again left to my own devices. I was glad they came, but even gladder they were gone so I could just look at the short stories my kids had written at school today. I cleaned up the kitchen, brushed my teeth, put on just an old t-shirt I usually slept in, and took the papers with me into the bedroom. I put some Kanye on and didn't even get past the second story when there was a knock on the door.

Did Alice or Rose forget something?

I warily stood up, not sure who to expect. It was late and I didn't see anything in the kitchen of Rose's or Alice's. I unlocked the door and peeked a little only to be surprised by no one else but James standing at the door, with a bottle of wine and that wicked smile of his. He looked great, wearing light blue jeans and expensive looking beige sweater that was hiding the dragon tatoo on his ribs.

"James? What the hell are you doing here?" I opened the door completely, still mildly shocked. He usually called before he stopped by and it was rarely on a work day.

"Enthusiastic, aren't we?" he replied, still smiling, obviously pleased with himself. When I didn't reply because I was still a little bit in awe and thinking that Rose and Alice had left just twenty minutes ago, he stepped into the apartment, pressing his lips hungrily to mine. His mouth and lips tasted of whiskey and cigarettes. So, I wasn't the first stop. But despite the initial repulsion it took me only two seconds to respond. He was here. On Wednesday. That had to mean something, right? He wanted to surprise me.

I pressed myself to him, his right hand encircling my waist. I put my hands on the back of his neck, under his blond ponytail, pulling his head to me. I was taking everything he was giving me.

Yes! I needed this so much.

I had no idea, where the bottle disappeared because he lifted me up and he needed both hands to do that. I wrapped my legs around his hard, sculpted torso, more out of habit than as the result of passion. We did this so many times and so many times we didn't even get to bed.

He was rough and fierce, but I didn't mind. He knew I liked it that way. I liked the pain. It made me forget. He was drunk as well, so he wasn't even very careful, but I wasn't particularly sober myself. I was now pressed against the wall in the living room and his lips moved to my neck so we could breath. He was sucking and biting my neck and I was moaning in pleasure. I pulled his hairband down – his hair now free - and dug my fingers into his scalp.

He groaned. "I missed your filthy little fingers."

I panted. "Did you?"

He broke the contact between me and the wall only to push me to the wall again with even more force. I squeaked in surprise.

He chuckled and looked into my face. He lowered me down a bit and now I felt his hard cock pressed directly to my, now very wet, sex. I loved it so much when he was like that. When he was brutal almost. "I missed your filthy little mouth," he said in a very husky voice, his eyes filled with lust. He kissed me again, our tongues pressing and pulling, our lips sucking and teeth biting.

Oh, fuck. Oh, fuuuck. I was hot and wet… and I needed him inside me. Now.

I tried to create as much friction as I could in this not convenient position for me, but James took a hint and pressed his hardness directly to the place I needed him to again and again. "Fuck," I moaned, my back hurting. I was going to be so sore tomorrow…

He chuckled again, looking directly into my eyes. "Do you want me to fuck you, Isabella, huh?"

I didn't even blink. "Yes, James, I want you to fuck me," I said in a low but firm voice.

He quickly managed to open the clasp on his belt and I heard the jeans fell on the floor. Since I was wearing just my t-shirt and panties, it wasn't very difficult for him to get where he needed to. He ripped them off of me and I squeaked again. Wow, now we're ripping our clothes off. I loved it.

This whole time he was gazing directly into my eyes. Oh, god, it was so sexy. Such a turn on. He was like an almighty god of all evil fuckers out there. And he was fucking me. God, I loved him.

"I missed your filthy little Bella," he said as his thick cock entered me brusquely and we both groaned. He was pounding into me like an animal, fast, but our eye contact never broke off. God. Oh, fuck!

"Oh, fuck," I said out loud.

He groaned. "Christ, Bella, you're always so tight."

"Do you like it?" I managed to breathe.

He didn't respond, he was close. I saw it on his face. I unclasped one hand from behind his neck and touched my clit bringing myself closer to the climax. He groaned and I screamed because I loved loud and rough sex and I was surprised the wall behind my back hadn't crumbled yet. When I started to tighten around him in an anticipation of my own orgasm, he got even faster. The change of expression on his face made it. I screamed in an ecstasy and just a second or two later I felt his load blow inside of me. He groaned loudly, just as I loved it and we panted as if we just completed a race.

In a way, we did.

"Fuck, Bella," he mumbled, his icy blue eyes closed and he rested his forehead on my shoulder.

"Fuck, James," I chuckled, but I meant it. Fuck… Better than any fantasy I had. "You can do it more often."

"What?"

"Just turn up out of the blue and fuck me," I said, but now, as the lust was disappearing, I wanted to look him in the face and kiss him. I missed him. Not just his cock.

He pulled himself out of me and dropped me down. I almost fell, my legs were so wobbly. "This was just the first round," he smirked.

"You're staying?" I asked in surprise. Was it really happening? Was he going to stay the night? I mean… this must have meant something...right?

"If it's okay, honey" he winked at me. "I don't want to wear you out completely."

As much as I wanted to look impartial to the fact, I couldn't hide my excitement. I ran my fingers through his blond hair and grasped its length tightly. "I will be the one to wear you out tonight, James," I said in a seductive voice. He grinned wickedly again and the next thing I knew my head was hanging down as he threw me over his shoulder.

"You're gonna beg me to stop," I heard him say and I laughed out loud. I was so happy. He was staying. And we were going to have a lot of kinky, filthy, dirty sex tonight. He needed me. And I didn't feel confused anymore, because he was here, with me and nothing else mattered.

XOXOXOXOX

I felt extremely sore the following morning. When I woke up, it was only half past six. James wasn't in the bed anymore and for a while I panicked that he had left. I managed to get up and put on a robe, my whole body in a bittersweet pain. I walked into the living room and noticed the panties, dead on the floor. I chuckled at the memory. I looked around and there he was, on the balcony, smoking a cigarette.

He was naked.

James was naked on my balcony.

I was glad it was still dark outside and that the balcony didn't face the main street.

The wave of arousal washed through me again, concentrating between my legs. But my every fucking step hurt, I couldn't even think of another round.

James was right in the end. I had begged him to stop. Several times. It had been a crazy night. We'd drunk and had sex, and then again and again. But it wasn't that much about sex as about him teasing me, blinding me, spanking me and bringing me to orgasm with his fingers, tongue and cock again and again.

I was sure done for at least next two days.

"Hey, you alright?" I asked as I joined him.

"Hey, you," he said, ignoring my question as he sometimes did, as if he didn't hear me. I once again looked at his tattooed chest and my gaze slid to that magical cock of his. He noticed where I was looking and smirked. "Again?"

"As much as I want to, James, believe me, I think I pass on this one," I admitted and smiled sweetly. I felt like a teenage girl or something. He was here, with me. It spoke volumes for me. He definitely wanted to be here, didn't he? He wasn't home with his bitchy wife, but here, with me. This must have meant something.

Good.

I moved closer to him and kissed him very slowly. When I attempted to deepen this sensual kiss, he broke it off and raised his brows, confused. "What was that for?"

I frowned, now suddenly frightened that I did something wrong. "For nothing… Just a morning kiss, I guess," I explained myself and tried to look unaffected by his cold reception. Shouldn't I kiss him in the morning? Maybe he didn't like kissing in the morning. I mean... We had never actually spent the whole night together. I had to remember that for the next time.

No kissing in the morning.

He didn't say anything, looked away and finished his cigarette in silence. I tried to suppress the feeling of sadness and even scolded myself for feeling sad. He was here with me, wasn't he?

I was standing there, feeling a little bit out of place, when he finally looked at me, the mischievous look in his eyes back again. "I was wondering," he started, "we could spend a weekend together sometimes."

And this completely erased the last few minutes of doubt. "What? Do you mean it?"

He chuckled again. "Of course, I do. We could go somewhere nice, rent a room or a cabin or something. I don't know. You can choose," he offered, and I just stood there in shock. He wanted me to spend a weekend with him.

This had to mean something.

"So, you wanna go?" he asked.

"Yes, of course, I do," I replied. But then I remembered his wife. "What about Victoria?"

He squeezed his brows. "What about her?"

"What are you gonna tell her?"

"That's not your concern, Bella. Don't worry about that," he said, rather harshly and I took it as a cue to stop asking and shut up.

We hung out for a little bit more and then he left. He kissed me passionately at the door and that kiss left me very elated and content. I ignored the thought of him earlier in the morning when he had refused my kiss and concluded that he just wasn't a morning person. This must have been it. Not everyone wanted to be kissed in the morning. Morning breath and everything… Though I didn't mind, really.

Oh, god. James just spent a whole night with me. A whole night full of sex. And he wanted me to spend a weekend with him. This must have meant something... right?

This definitely meant something.

Something more.

A/N Oh, how stupid, isn't she? Wanna kick her ass sometimes... :)

Okay, people. Thank you all very much for the reviews. I spent a ridiculous amount of time these last few days thinking about this story and I can see exactly what is going to happen. What do you think so far?

In the next chapter, we will meet Bella in the past so you'll get a glimpse of what might have happened.

I apologise for any mistakes or if there is something that simply isn't right, I am not from the US and English is not my first language, and even though I spent a lot of time researching and checking grammar, there is always some mistake. Past tenses are a killer for me. Again, sorry about that.

Thank you and love you, guys.

R.