BPOV
This place was huge.
I'd never been to Madison Square Garden, so when Em got tickets from work and asked if I wanted to go I knew I had to.
I follow Em's massive form up the escalator.
He was in a mood after I insisted I needed a Rangers beanie, t-shirt, and men's zip-up hoodie. He seemed irritated about it, however, after all his griping, he still charged my merch to ESPN's suite.
Free swag.
I ran to the bathroom to quickly change. He told me I would be freezing when he saw that I tied the back of my t-shirt up to crop it.
"Hence the hoodie," I sang.
Which led to our journey to our suite seats.
"Can you keep up?" Em calls over his shoulder when he notices I'm lagging behind.
"I can't help that your legs are longer than mine, Em," I grumble.
"Jog to keep up," he suggests.
I grab onto the back of his hoodie like a child does to their parents so they don't get lost in a crowd.
"You know this is technically a working game for me," he reminds me for the fourth time.
"There is beer up there, don't tell me you won't partake," I mock him.
He glares.
Earlier he told me that the fridge is stocked with beverages and the suite is catered with food, we even have our own concierge to assist us.
This was going to be a fancy night for me.
Once we stop in front of the suite, Em turns to me with a look of warning.
"Remember, these are my colleagues," he tells me with all the seriousness that he has in him.
"I know how to behave in public," I glare. "My own boyfriend doesn't lecture me on my behavior."
"You've never gone to a work function with Ed," he throws back.
He's not wrong.
Edward is a gentleman, not to mention I think my antics kind of drive him wild.
Em doesn't wait for my reply and opens the door.
Em and I are dressed like fans but the people in this suite are mostly douchey bros in tight jeans and thermals. I take notice of a blonde girl on her phone in the corner seat, she is the only girl in here other than me.
"What's this situation?" I whisper to Em.
"Heidi is an on-air talent," he nods to the girl. "Tyler you've met before. Caius and Marquis work in the newsroom as well," he says slightly gesturing to the two roided-out freaks sipping Blue Moons within the suite.
I mean roided-out freaks might be harsh, they're almost as big as Em.
Em loves the gym and is a health nut to an extent, so I assume these guys are gym rats as well.
The men eye me, their stares look appreciative.
Blargh.
"What do you want to drink, B?" Em asks while the concierge awaits my answer.
"Stella, please," I answer.
I'm not interested in small talk with the douches so I move past them with my drink in hand and take a seat in the front row of the suite.
The girl, Heidi looks up from her phone, she frowns when Em takes a seat beside me.
"Brought a friend tonight, Emmett?" she asks with a bite.
I'm a little intrigued since Em has a strict no co-workers policy.
He's a blogger and she's on-air talent so maybe he doesn't consider her a co-worker.
"My roommate, Bella. Bella this is Heidi," he introduces watching the warm-up on the ice.
I give a friendly wave but she decides to ignore me.
Tyler calls Em into the suite.
"You okay out here?" he asks as he stands.
"I'm an independent woman," I say with a snap.
He rolls his eyes before leaving.
I take his absence as an opportunity to send a snap to Edward. He didn't have Snap Chat until a few days ago when I ragged on him for not having it.
He caved easily.
I take a few hoping I don't look like a complete dork.
My hair is straight and the chunky beanie looks cute over the top of my head.
Once I'm finished sending my snap I feel eyes on me and look up.
Heidi is clearly judging me.
She looks like a WAG in her black cropped thermal, dark jeans, and black stiletto knee-high boots. The only thing missing is the hardware on her ring finger, but with the looks she gave Em, maybe she's trying to wifey him. Who knows?
"Sending a snap to my boyfriend," I explain with a tight smile.
I realize I've thrown the word boyfriend around freely a few times already when referencing Edward.
My phone buzzes.
A snap from Edward.
I open it to see Hadley watching Housewives and lose it.
Her copper hair is wet from her shower, she's wearing black leggings and a gray t-shirt for bed.
She looks mesmerized behind her cobalt frames.
Edward wrote 'influenced' in the text bar.
It's stupid but my chest squeezes.
I felt horrible telling her I couldn't sleep over tonight.
But seeing this made me feel guilty.
I down my Stella before sending Edward a heart.
Heidi is still watching me.
Not wanting to receive any more scrutiny, I head back into the suite.
Em and Tyler are chowing down on buffalo chicken wings that are filling their plates.
The audacity.
Emmett catches sight of me and gives me a sheepish smile.
I make my strides toward him. "How dare you?"
"I was going to come get you," he insists.
"When you were on your second plate?"
"Miss, can I get you anything?" the concierge asks.
"Can I have a dozen of those, please?" I ask, pointing at Em's plate.
He nods with a smile before he walks over to the wings on the catering table. Not even a minute later he's handing me my plate.
The service here is impeccable.
I walk back to my seat after asking for another Stella and inhale those wings like no one's business.
Heidi of course watches me with absolute disgust on her botox face.
I try to find it in me for me to care.
Were my eating habits the result of being raised by a single father or has living with Emmett rubbed off on me?
One may never know, I know I don't.
When Emmett decides to finally join me he brings six sliders for us to split and another Stella for me.
I've never been into hockey until now.
We roar at the refs' calls along with all the other arena fans.
I am on my feet when a player checks one of the players on the opposing team, when he rights himself and they get in each other's faces a riot on the ice erupts.
"Fuck him up," I bellow over the crowd.
"Don't sit there and take it, Trouba," Em hollers as he punches the top of the box we're in.
Heidi rolls her eyes but she too is on the edge of her seat.
Don't act like you're better than us, bitch.
After the second half starts I lose count of my beer intake.
I think Em does too because he's been taking notes with his phone up until now but his phone is in his pocket and his antics are leveling up with mine.
Heidi has even lightened up but now she's giving Em the same googly eyes I give Edward.
"She wants to bone ya," I sing a little too loudly.
He shrugs.
I smack his beefy bicep.
"Don't behave like Jake," I warn him because that nonchalance wasn't gentlemanly.
"Jus sayin'," he slurs. "not gonna happen."
He is loud enough that Heidi hears him and I'm pretty sure that's his intent.
We won the game and started to clear out when the crowds started to dissipate.
On the train is when I start to get a little needy for Edward. I don't voice it, but I miss him and might be more than a little horny.
It's when we're off the train and on his street that I get the pull to walk onto his stoop with Em following. He tries to pick me up but almost falls.
I manage to get my phone out.
It's late but not too late.
"Bell?" he asks when he answers.
"I'm on your stoop," I tell him.
"You are, huh?"
"Em is with me," I inform.
I hear shuffling and I think locks unlocking over the phone until the front door opens with Edward in front of me.
I launch myself at him.
"She's horny," Em says with a hiccup.
"I am," I confirm.
Edward rubs my back while I stay in his arms.
"You two walk from the train?" Edward asks.
"Sure did," Em says with a salute.
"Hadley's asleep so I'm going to warn you both to be quiet, but Emmett you can have the guest room," he says then looks down at me. "And you can share my bed."
"I'm gonna get laid," I sing quietly.
Edward snorts.
I turn and Em is shaking his head.
"I'm good, our place is two blocks over," Em tells him while he sways.
"No man, I wouldn't feel right if something happened. Take my guest room, I have the space," Edward tells him.
Em still looks unsure until I grab him by the front of his hoodie and pull him.
I almost tip forward but Edward wraps an arm around my waist to right me.
"I got you and will be leading the way. Remember to keep it down guys," he warns quietly before scooping me up.
I zip my lips and point to Em over Edward's shoulder as he carries me through the lobby.
Edward stops in his room first to drop me on his bed.
"I'm going to get Emmett settled in the guestroom," he tells me with a kiss on the head.
"Get it, girllllll," Em sings from the doorway.
I fist pump while Edward wrangles Em out of his room and down the hall.
With the door shut I take the opportunity to kick my shoes off, oops, and take my jeans off. Then my hoodie follows and all of it is piled in his chair. I work my bra off through the sleeves of my t-shirt.
I crawl up on his bed and wait.
The door opens after a few minutes and in walks Edward with Gatorade and water.
I can feel the tears well in my eyes.
"You have my Gatorade?" I ask touched.
"I have a six-pack of it in the fridge in case of an emergency," he tells me as he places them on the nightstand on my side.
I start to jump him but he stops me.
He gets up to lock his door.
"I did give Em some of your Gatorade, turns out he loves me," he tells me with a smirk as he approaches the bed.
"Of course he does," I mutter.
"You going to sleep in the beanie?" he asks with a laugh while he crawls up my body.
"Is it turning you on?" I ask licking my bottom lip.
"You'll murder me if I tell you what I think," he laughs.
I grab the front of his t-shirt.
"Now you have to tell me," I demand.
"I think you look cute in it."
"Cute?" I wrinkle my nose.
"It's a chunky beanie with a ball on top, Bell. If that gets me going then I might need to reevaluate my life."
My face falls.
"Hey," he murmurs cupping my jaw. "What's wrong?"
"Everything about me should get you going," I sniffle.
I swear he rolls his eyes but with the lights low I can't tell.
"You get me going," he says, holding back a laugh.
"I'm cute," I mock him.
He moves to pull back the covers not acknowledging my anguish and pulls them over us.
"I'm horny," I repeat so he remembers because this isn't foreplay.
"So I've heard, I think if we're going to do drunk sex we both need to be drunk—"
Before anything else can happen, the dark consumes me.
Lips press against mine.
They're soft yet firm.
The pounding behind my closed lids starts to become more prominent.
I let my hand move up until I grasp a handful of hair.
He grunts.
"I can't open my eyes, they need to be pried open," I whisper against the lips.
The game is a blur, well parts of it are.
These lips better belong to Edward, I am concerned about how I even ended up here.
"I was trying to let you sleep but just—" Edward says, stopping himself.
I open one eye. "What?"
"You're going to bust my balls."
"Try me."
"I couldn't not kiss you," he says sheepishly.
I push through the agony and kiss him hard.
After he helps me with my drink and Aleve he tells me all about how I ended up here and that Emmett was occupying his guestroom.
"God, you should have sent us home," I groan mortified.
"You both were trashed, besides I like our sleepovers," he says easily.
"I'm sorry," I tell him.
"Bell, I love having you here."
A warmth flows through me.
He doesn't let my thoughts roam because he's pulling me out of bed to shower with him.
He's attentive and sweet with me while we shower.
I can't shake the feeling that keeps trying to creep in. Edward is important that's for sure, but he makes everything more.
It's when we enter the kitchen and see Hadley's syrupy face frowning at us that I feel the same way about her that I do for Edward.
Emmett is beside her eating the pancakes he made for all of us.
"Does everyone wait until I go to bed to hang out?" Hadley mumbles.
Em bites his lip to hold in his laughter.
I really have a lot to make up for.
A/N: Note that this is my experience with suite seats where I live. I wrote a full chapter then scrapped it and then wrote this which is something completely different. Life is chaotic and I'm trying to post, we'll see. I hope you all are enjoying this still.
Terms: WAG - A wife or girlfriend of a sports star or other celebrity, originally and especially of an association football player.