Disclaimer: I do not own the characters, but the story is my own.
Chapter 5
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Edwards hands, gentle yet steady, found their way to the neckline of my bodysuit, the fabric stretching slightly under his touch. As he adjusted it, my chest was revealed, and I felt a warm rush of vulnerability mixed with something else—something that made the air between us charged.
He kept his gaze steady on mine, his expression not frantic or overwhelming but focused, as if he were truly taking his time with me. There was a kind of patience in the way he touched me, tenderness lacing his every move.
"Look at you," he murmured, his voice soft, almost reverent as his fingers traced lightly over my bare skin. He didn't rush, didn't push for more, just allowed the moment to unfold, his eyes never leaving mine.
It wasn't about rushing or intensity. It was about feeling seen, cared for—like there was real intimacy in his touch. I could feel the difference in how he treated me, and in a way, it made me feel more real in that moment. Something genuine and raw, not driven by impulse.
Twisting and sucking on my nipples with tenderness. He was still glaring into my eyes. Not totally acting like a crazed hormonal boy, being patient, and meticulous with how he was touching me. Which I greatly appreciated, it made everything feel more real.
I was running on instinct at this point. My hand reaching down to touch myself. My hand shaking as it finally rested against my warm pussy. Just doing what I would normally do while masturbating. But, this time I dipped my fingers into myself, as he did to me earlier. My head leaning back as I called out. My extroverted side was coming out full force. It was difficult not to, with the way Edward carried himself. Such a man. Willing and able to take control of my body. Making me feel more than a woman. More than I've felt, ever.
"Damn gorgeous," he groaned, causing a tremor throughout my body as my mouth hung open. "Look at how turned on you are."
I had no clue what he was on about, but I was soaked. My fingers were dripping as I pulled them back out. Feeling the slickness between them.
"You gonna let me fuck you?" His rough voice rang through my head like a bell.
My back was now against the mattress, letting myself sink in. This man was driving me wild. I want to be used at this point.
"Yes Master," I said a lot more confident than before.
Hearing me say it without being reminded elicited a low groan from him. He was on top of me, ripping a condom open. He'd sat up, holding himself as he slid the plastic sheen over his member.
I stared back up at the ceiling, preparing myself for this.
It was gonna hurt. That was for sure, but I strangely wanted him...badly.
"Do you think you're deserving at this point?" Edward suddenly asked.
It almost made my insides hurt with how intense the burning in my belly got. "I do," I moaned breathlessly.
His hand stroked my face, his fingers dancing along my lips. I parted them slightly as I wrapped my arms around my thighs. Showcasing myself on full display. I heard another low rumble coming from Edward's chest as I felt the tip of him rubbing against my wet entrance. Sliding between my lips, rocking against me gently.
"Absolutely magnificent," he rasped.
My eyes shifted back to him. His were lingering on mine, steady and very intense. The warmth of his hand spreading down to my chest. I closed my eyes, and when I opened them again his face was closer to mine, just a whimper away. He shifted himself to hold me against him, one of his hands tangling through my curls, as the other still held himself against me.
He closed the distance, our lips meeting softly, the kiss lingering. It wasn't hungry, not yet. It was a discovery, he was being thoughtful. His lips moved against mine with purpose, his hand cradling the back of my neck, pulling me in closer, like he was savoring this.
When we did break apart, I was breathless again. He ran his thumb then, gently over my lower lip. My heart was racing as he studied me.
"Let me know if you want me to stop, at any point," he said softly, his cool minty breath draping across my face.
I nodded, unable to find words, my hands resting against his chest, feeling the steady rhythm of his heartbeat.
He leaned into me, the tip settling into my aching hole as it stretched to fit him against me. My hands went to his back, scraping my finger nails into his strong flesh. Anchoring myself to him as he ploddingly fixed himself deeper into me. Letting me get used to the sensation. This brought about a fit of moans escaping my mouth.
He kissed me again, this time with more urgency, his hand gently tangling through my hair, encouraging the contact. I couldn't help but pull him closer in the same way. My hands exploring his glorious hair, feeling me gently tug on it, he responded with a quiet, satisfied hum against my mouth.
"Is it in?" I gasped against him.
I felt his body shaking as he erupted into laughter. Pushing his face against my neck. He followed it up with kisses and licks against my hot skin.
"Almost," he responded. "You are so tight, but so fucking wet," he purred against me, each word laced with heat.
I was still too busy catching my breath, trying to steady myself. It was a bit painful, but I agreed with his sentiments. It felt so good at the same time. I wanted him to keep going.
He did stay paused for a moment to get me used to the feeling, slowly shifting his weight so that his length dipped into me further.
"Shit," I rasped.
He stopped again, his gaze never leaving mine. He grasped my hand telling me to squeeze as he settled the rest of himself inside me. I held his body close to mine. His hand guiding one of my hands to his lips, kissing my knuckles softly.
"You alright?" Edward asked, his voice husky with want.
"Yes Master," I breathed. My chest heaving.
"What a beautiful sound," he groaned, his strokes becoming more precise. My body shivering with intensity.
I felt the tension from my body leaving me, my skin prickled as I bit back a moan. Clenching onto him with a fierceness. His tongue dipped onto my collarbone. "Oh fuck," he breathed against me. Pulling his hips down harder. Setting a nice rhythm.
His tongue began working and teasing my hardened peaks. That tinge of pain alleviating with each pump of his hips. Becoming an unrelenting tempo, but he was still taking the time to be sensual about it. Holding my face, feeling my body up in lazy caresses.
My skin felt so hot, fire in my abdomen. My knees began to buckle, shattering my breath completely as my walls clenched and spasmed around his hardness.
I absolutely dissolved into the whole experience. My gut felt tight, and a full release took over me. Our heavy pants and moans circulating through the room, sounding like the sexiest soundtrack ever.
Eventually he stopped. Thinking something was wrong I was about to ask until he was on it. Moving my body around in a different position.
I was on my stomach for the rest of it. My ass in the air. Though he moved me in a way so that I could turn my head to look at him. Midway through his relentless pursuit he pointed to the other side of the bed, nearest the wall to the entrance of the room. My gaze was directed to a large mirror, taking up a majority of four feet across, reaching the top of the trim to the ceiling to the floor.
I hadn't even realized it had been there this whole time. Watching him stretch me out from behind was invigorating. I felt so naughty. Like a dirty slut. Which should be a bad thing, but Edward, he was just a work of art. I wanted to be his slut, only if for a night.
I gripped my backside, gasping as he plunged into me.
"You are so sexy," he said huskily, the sound vibrating between us. His hand reach back and slapped my ass again, hard. This time I fully relaxed into the sensation. There was too much else going on for me to worry about it.
His hands fell into my hair again, pulling until my upper body was arched up towards his tugging. I pushed against his thrusts, balls slapping against my sensitive flesh. My breath continued to hitch as I watched him, watching me.
After some time my eyes began to roll back, he released my hair as a shockwave racked my entire body. I was absolutely falling apart, choking on my sobs. My whole body was reacting.
"Just like that," he growled. "You feel so good."
His hips stuttered as he milked every last drop of his seed. Seemingly losing his composure, he brought me back up to him, with him still buried to the hilt. He leaned around me to kiss me again. Soft and sweet, tenderly still gripping and feeling my body against him.
"You are—" he released one arm just long enough to deliver a firm smack to my ass, eliciting a sharp gasp from me. A pleased, low groan rumbled in his chest. "—wonderful."
He continued grumbling under his breath, and with a few more lazy strokes he pulled out of me completely. He murmured something under his breath, his touch lingering for a moment before he finally pulled away. My body sank into the bed, spent, my breaths coming in slow, uneven waves.
A few moments later, he reappeared at my side, a warm towel in hand. He moved with deliberate care, gently tending to me, his touch unexpectedly tender. I watched him in quiet amazement, the contrast between his earlier intensity and this newfound softness leaving me speechless.
His eyes flicked to mine, as if sensing my thoughts, but he said nothing. Instead, he continued, unrushed and attentive, as though this moment was just as important as the one before.
It wasn't until I felt the cool air against my bare skin that I became acutely aware of just how exposed I still was—the torn fabric barely clinging to me in shreds.
"You can take your time," Edward murmured, his voice calm, soothing. "Leave when you're ready."
But the warmth in his gaze told me he wasn't in any hurry to see me go. But it did nothing to quiet the turmoil swirling inside me.
I needed to get out of here. I was almost embarrassed of myself.
I nodded, but the movement felt automatic, detached. I was still trying to find the breath that had left me hours ago, still trying to shake off the weight of everything that had happened. The world felt strange, out of focus, and the rush of emotion I had felt earlier now seemed like a distant memory.
"You were such a delight, Andrea. So very worth it," he added with a soft smile, though his words didn't quite reach me the way they should have. They were polite, warm even, but somehow empty in the moment.
I nodded again, unable to find the words I wanted to say. I felt...nothing. Or maybe, it was just that the feelings I should've had weren't mine to claim anymore.
The weirdest part was how I felt—used, somehow. The whole thing had been so transactional. I'd given him what he wanted, he'd given me...whatever that was, and now we were both going our separate ways. No attachment. No deeper meaning. Just a moment that had already been forgotten in the wake of something else.
I shook the thought away, pushing down the feeling that had threatened to surface. I couldn't afford to be weak right now.
Quickly, I showered, the water falling over me like a cleansing ritual, even though I knew it wouldn't wash away everything. I could feel the tang of the red jumpsuit's fabric lingering on my skin, almost like a memory I couldn't shake. When I was finished, I gathered my things, the bag heavier now, full of things I wasn't sure I wanted to carry.
As I turned toward the front exit, I saw him again—Edward, standing in the archway, his silhouette framed by the light from the hallway.
His eyes were still soft, his voice gentle. "Thank you again, Andrea," he said, and for a moment, I almost wished I could feel something for him in return.
But I didn't. I was too numb.
I slipped past him without another word. "Of course," I whispered, the words barely there, lost in the space between us.
I made my way quickly to my truck, the cool night air a welcome contrast to the heat still lingering on my skin. As I slid into the driver's seat, I slammed the door shut, suddenly craving the solitude of the open road.
I didn't look back.
I drove off, my grip tightening on the steering wheel as I left the grand estate, and turned onto a quiet, dark road. My breath came in shallow bursts, my chest rising and falling with an erratic rhythm. What the hell did I just do?
I pulled over, putting the car in park, my fingers trembling slightly as they rested on my lap. I was on the verge of a panic attack. My mind reeled, my body still tingling from what had just happened. I just had sex with a total stranger.
But it was phenomenal.
The intensity of it still pulsed through me, leaving an aftershock that I hadn't anticipated. I hadn't expected to feel… that sexy. The way Edward had looked at me—like I was the only thing in the world worth looking at—was still imprinted in my mind. His hypnotic gaze had followed me all the way to my car, lingering, burning. And I liked it. I was enthralled by it.
But underneath that thrill, guilt clawed its way up. My morals warred with the intoxicating rush still swimming in my veins. What kind of person does this?
I needed to talk to someone—someone who wouldn't judge me outright, someone who could help me untangle the mess of thoughts in my head. Angela would have a lot to say about this, no doubt. I would eventually tell her, but not yet. Not when I hadn't even gotten the money.
But who else?
Then I remembered him. The charming, gaudy man from the auction. We'd exchanged numbers that night.
Alex.
I yanked my phone out, rummaging through the center console until my fingers brushed against the torn piece of paper he had scribbled on. My hands were still shaking slightly as I punched in his number.
It rang. Once. Twice. Five times.
Just as I was about to hang up, the call connected.
"Hello?"
I exhaled sharply, gripping the phone tighter. "Alex?"
A questioning hum came through the line. "What's up?"
"Hey, it's Leah," I said, pausing for a beat, waiting for some sort of recognition. When the silence stretched a little too long, I sighed. "The new girl. From the night of the auction?"
His voice came through the phone, smooth as honey. "Oh! Well, hi, lovely. How'd you do?"
I thought quickly to earlier. When we'd gone to the restaurant, in the parking lot... "I have no idea. It just ended."
"Ah, so you haven't gotten the cash yet?"
"Uh-huh," I responded, idly picking at my nails.
"I heard who snagged you up—ooo, girl, Sage was livid!" He gasped dramatically. "So tell me… is he big?"
"Alex!" My jaw dropped, but I couldn't stop the fit of giggles that bubbled up.
"I knew it!" he shouted playfully. "Girl, Sage talks about him endlessly. I knew that man had to be packing something serious."
My fingernails clicked against the steering wheel as I hesitated. "So, he and Sage…?"
"Were kind of a thing for a short while. She damn near expected his attention anytime there were parties and stuff. But…" He hummed thoughtfully. "I heard she got a little too big for her britches—asking for too much, that sort of thing."
I let out a flat laugh, unsure of how to respond.
Alex seemed to pick up on my hesitation. "Was everything okay?" His tone was lighter, but I could hear the concern beneath it.
"Yeah, totally," I said, forcing a little more enthusiasm into my voice. "Just felt like hearing a familiar voice, y'know?"
"I get it. Talking about this shit with normies is pretty damn hard," he lamented. "So what got you into this anyway?"
I bit my lip. Alex seemed nice enough. And it wasn't like I'd be doing this again, so maybe it was safe to share—just a little.
"My mom passed away a couple of months ago," I admitted quietly. "I've got my little brother to look after."
The words felt raw, slipping past my lips before I could even think them through.
"Wow, Leah, I'm so sorry," he said, his voice softer now.
A beat of silence passed, heavy but not uncomfortable. Before I could figure out what to say to lift the mood, he spoke up again.
"My mom passed away from AIDS when I was a kid," he offered.
I was stunned to silence by that. He seemed so light hearted and upbeat. "God, Alex—"
"My name's actually Damien," he interrupted.
I tilted my head, gripping my phone a little tighter. "Oh."
"Yeah, sorry. Should've mentioned that sooner," he said with a little chuckle. "You seem like a sweet girl. And I can actually stand you."
My brows furrowed. "Uh… thanks?"
"It's a good thing, newbie," he laughed.
I shook my head, smiling despite myself. "Well… I'm really sorry about your mom."
"Don't worry about it," he said, his voice lighter now. "She was beautiful. My dad walked out on us after she got sick—heard rumors he was out there creepin'. So I got shipped off to my grandma. Ran away when I was thirteen, though. Started living in these mean streets."
Damn. That put a little perspective on things.
"How'd you make it through?" I asked, surprised by his revelation.
"Good friends. Some lucky breaks." He exhaled, then added, "But when I get me enough—which is soon—I'm opening a boutique. Gonna get up outta here, honey!"
I smiled, a genuine one this time. "I love that for you."
"Mmhm," he hummed. "And when I do? You better come visit and spend some damn money."
I laughed. "Deal."
Suddenly, my phone buzzed against my ear, startling me. I fumbled with it, nearly dropping it onto my lap. "Shit," I muttered, quickly picking it back up. "Hey, Damien, I gotta go. I'm getting another call."
He made a noise of amusement. "Probably Alice."
I glanced at the screen. Low and behold.
We'd said our goodbyes, and I picked up the other line.
"Got somewhere you wanna meet?" Her chipper voice rang through the line.
I hesitated for a second, my stomach twisting slightly. "Uh… we can meet at that Five Guys on Fourth, the one in Tinsel Town? I passed it on my way over."
"Got it," she replied quickly before hanging up.
The drive over was a blur, my mind teetering between excitement and unease. Nearly half a million dollars. The thought sent a rush through my veins—enough to change my life, enough to take care of my brother, enough to make things easier. But at what cost? The night played over in my mind like a film reel, every interaction with Edward replaying in sharper detail than before.
I gripped the wheel, forcing a deep breath into my lungs. It's done. That was the deal. One night. Nothing more.
But was it really that simple?
When I pulled into the parking lot, I sat there for a moment, staring at the red and white glow of the Five Guys sign. My fingers drummed anxiously against the steering wheel before I exhaled, pushing open the door. It was a little past twelve in the morning.
Inside, the smell of fresh fries and grilled burgers filled the air. I chose a booth by the window, settling in with my fingers tapping against the table—an unconscious rhythm to match the nerves thrumming beneath my skin. Any minute now, Alice would walk in, and I'd be walking out of here nearly half a million dollars richer.
So why did I still feel like something was off?
Like this was all too good to be true.
The door chimed, and Alice sauntered in, looking effortlessly put together, as always. She spotted me immediately, her eyes gleaming with that familiar knowing smirk as she slid into the seat across from me.
"He called me a couple of hours into it," she said, cutting straight to the chase. "At first, I thought he was calling to complain, as per usual. But he surprised me. Raving about you."
I arched a brow, feigning indifference but feeling a knot twist in my stomach. "Oh yeah?"
"Talking my ear off," she continued, casually pulling off her sunglasses and setting them on the table with an almost deliberate clink. "Then he called again about thirty minutes ago, letting me know the date was done. Wanted to know if you'd be open for another date."
I froze at her words, a wave of uncertainty sweeping over me. My mind raced. I wasn't naive—I knew exactly what going back to him meant. The money was good, ridiculously good, but the more I allowed myself to get tangled in this, the harder it would be to walk away. I could already feel the pull, the temptation to lean in further, to let the ease of it all swallow me whole. But the deeper I went, the more I risked losing any chance at real control.
I looked at Alice, but she was already watching me carefully, like she knew exactly what was going through my head.
"You made quite the impression on him," Alice added, watching me still. "He's offering whatever you want."
I exhaled slowly. "Do I have to give you an answer right this second?"
Alice smirked, reaching into her bag. With a calculated pause, she pulled out a thick envelope and slid it across the table. It landed with a quiet thud, the weight of it undeniable.
"You can simmer on it for a bit," she said, tapping the envelope with a perfectly manicured nail. "You know how to get in touch."
Her tone was just a little too smug, a little too amused. Something about the way she was looking at me made my skin prickle. Like she knew something I didn't.
I hesitated before picking up the envelope, feeling the heft of the cash inside. The temptation was real. The risk? Even more so.
Alice leaned back, crossing her legs, watching me like I was some little mouse sniffing around a trap. "Careful, sweetheart," she said with a slow, deliberate grin. "Edward has a taste for the finer things. And once he gets attached..." she trailed off, letting the warning settle between us.
I swallowed, suddenly feeling like I was in way over my head.
The next night I'd thought about Alice's words as I worked the same fast paced job I'd been working at for a bit now. Realizing how mundane it all felt. I wanted to go again, although my thoughts were against it.
I didn't want to arouse too much suspicion by quitting my job altogether. Angela's opinion alone would have stopped me. I spoke with Laurent and arranged to work just two nights a week. Angela gave me a few curious glances, but thankfully, she didn't pry. Instead, I used Seth as an excuse when people asked questions.
Still, my thoughts were a constant hum. It was hard to process everything that had happened over the weekend. The big envelope filled with money sat on my bed upstairs for two nights after the experience, an undeniable reality that hadn't fully registered yet. I'd decided to finally take it and hide it on the top shelf in my closet, under a stack of shoes boxes.
I'd called Alice to accept the offer to see Edward again after my shift was over that weekend. Of course it wasn't before a bit of contemplation. Against my better judgement. It was a quick call, didn't spend too much time fretting. She'd told me that she'd text me the info on where to meet him. I thought I'd just be going back to his sprawling mansion. Guess not this time.
Then came the million-dollar question—how much? Alice relayed that Edward had left it up to me to name my price. I hesitated, not wanting to seem too greedy. I already had more than enough to get by, so I settled on a modest ten grand. Alice sounded surprised, but truthfully, I didn't mind Edward's company. He wasn't creepy, he was undeniably handsome, and, for once, I'd met someone who could actually hold a conversation.
Almost a week had passed and I was home getting prepared for this process again on a Friday afternoon, trying to figure out if I wanted to try to get Paul or Quil to come by to check on Seth.
Recently Seth and I had gone to an appointment. He ended up being put on Prozac. They wanted him to start on Friday, but I didn't want him to be dosed up while I was gone. I figured we could start fresh on Monday with those meds.
I'd felt safe enough at this point to try Paul or Quil. Even if they asked any questions. Or, if I could bare the company of Jacob so he could stay with Seth. His presence was sort of a thorn in my side, but at least he made it a point to stay with Seth the whole night till I got home.
While tidying up the family room, the phone rang, interrupting my train of thought. I dropped a throw pillow back onto the couch and picked up the receiver, sighing as soon as I recognized the voice on the other end.
"What, Jacob?"
"You sound so happy to hear from me," he said, his tone laced with amusement.
I rolled my eyes. "Oh, absolutely. I'm thrilled," I replied sarcastically. "What do I owe this unexpected pleasure?"
He chuckled, and despite myself, I smirked. "Thought I'd call to see if you needed any help tonight?"
Yikes. He sounded hopeful. This was going to be fun.
"Nah, I think I'm gonna have Quil or Paul check on him while I'm at work," I said, balancing the phone on my shoulder as I fluffed a couch cushion.
"Aw, c'mon, Clearwater. Your brother loves me. I thought you'd need more of my help," Jake teased, mock disappointment dripping from his voice.
I scoffed, rolling my eyes even though he couldn't see me. "It's fine, Black. You'll just have to find other ways to occupy your time tonight."
"Just when I was starting to get used to you guys again," he said, his tone tinged with faux wistfulness.
I smirked, deciding to push his buttons. "You really don't have many friends, do you?"
"Just the kid, the customers at the shop... and you too, I guess," he said, his nonchalant delivery barely masking the grin I could hear in his voice.
"You guess?" I countered, raising a brow.
"What, Clearwater? It's not like you jump for joy whenever you see me," he fired back with a laugh.
I couldn't help but smile. "Can you blame me? Probably some leftover trauma from elementary school."
"What?" His voice pitched in mock offense. "You could handle it! I never did anything that crazy."
"You almost burned my hair off that one time with a lighter," I said pointedly. I knew I brought it up too much, but it was hard to let it go.
"Oh my gosh, Clearwater, let it go!" His booming laughter exploded through the receiver, so loud I had to hold the phone away from my ear. "It was an accident!"
I ended the call, shaking my head, and turned to see Seth stepping into the family room. His sudden appearance made me jump slightly.
"Jake's not coming?" Seth asked, his wide eyes brimming with disappointment.
I groaned, already anticipating where this was going. "Not you too," I muttered under my breath.
"What?" Seth said, throwing his hands up defensively. "He's fun."
I sighed and plopped down on the couch, rubbing my palms against my jeans. "You two got attached, huh?"
He looked down, his expression a mix of disappointment and longing. "Can I go out tonight?"
"I have work," I replied softly, trying to think of a solution. My mind raced. If Jacob was that great of a babysitter…
Damn it.
"What if I call Jake back?" I offered, watching his face perk up slightly.
"And," I added quickly, "order some pizza? Maybe swing by the dollar store so you can grab all the gross snacks your heart desires?"
His expression shifted to suspicion, his brow furrowing as he studied me. "You okay?"
I grinned. "Seriously?" It had been a long time since I'd offered anything like this, and I could practically see his alarm bells ringing. He knew just as well as I that our mom didn't leave us in the best financial situation, so he was aware of my pinching penny habits. Ordering out was usually a no go for us.
Seth's eyes stayed fixed on me, searching for any hint of ulterior motive.
"I'm good," I assured him, leaning back on the couch. "I landed on some extra cash, so I figured you could celebrate on my dime."
"Did we win the lottery or something?"
"Something like that," I replied with a shrug, keeping it vague.
Thankfully, teenage boy hormones worked in my favor, and Seth didn't read too much into my response. He shrugged. "You gonna call Jake back?"
I nodded, already reaching for the phone.
He smirked, satisfied, and left the room.
I dialed Jacob's number, slightly perturbed as the line rang.
"Well, well, well," Jacob's deep voice came through, the smugness practically vibrating in my ear. "Now, I want to act surprised."
"Ha-ha, Black," I replied sourly. "My brother is requesting you for a movie night. You down?"
"Oh, of course," he said immediately, his tone overly cheerful. "Should I bring some dinner?"
"It's on me."
"Oh, well—"
My eyes were already rolling as he continued.
"What a marvelous surprise!" he teased, clearly enjoying himself.
"Be here in an hour," I said firmly, cutting him off.
It felt like the hour went by entirely too fast.
Jacob showed up in all his glory, practically bouncing with excitement. He was raving about how pumped he was for another boys' night, and the second Seth heard his truck pulling up outside, his face lit up like a damn Christmas tree. Jacob and I left Seth in the living room to walk about the house. Jacob following close behind me.
"Alright, the pizza should be here in about ten minutes," I called out as I moved through the house, gathering my things. "I left money on the counter—extra, since Seth wants to hit the store for snacks and whatever else."
Jacob leaned against the doorway, arms crossed, watching me. "You look nice."
I stopped mid-step, blinking. "What?"
"Nothing," he said with a shrug, a hint of a grin playing at the corners of his lips. "Just saying—you look nice today."
I narrowed my eyes, suspicion creeping in. "What's the occasion?"
His brows furrowed. "What?"
"You always have something dumb to say," I sighed, shaking my head. "Just get it over with."
He snorted, laughter escaping him. "I'm dead serious, was just giving you a compliment, damn."
I raised an eyebrow, feeling a mix of confusion and something else stirring inside me. "Uh-huh. Sure."
It was making him too comfortable—this sudden streak of kindness, or whatever it was. I didn't know what to make of it, but one thing was for sure: he wasn't used to being this open, and neither was I. The more he came around, the more I wondered if something was shifting between us. And that was exactly what I didn't need.
I was dressed in nothing fancy—just black shorts and a navy blue top, practical for the evening. I spun around, my hair swishing and lightly smacking Jacob in the face as I did. He sputtered, like an old Chevy trying to start.
"I'm sure you'll keep each other entertained," I tossed over my shoulder, a bit of bite in my voice. "Not sure what kind of voodoo spell you've got my brother under, but he adores you."
Jacob chuckled behind me, footsteps following. "Seth and I have always gotten along. Can't say the same for us, though."
I rolled my eyes, feeling a sharp edge in my tone. "Jacob, you know damn well why."
He smirked, leaning in just a little closer, his eyes lingering a moment longer than they should. "We were kids back in the day, Lee. You've gotta let some of that shit go already."
The use of my nickname caught me by surprise.
I stopped at the front room in annoyance, spinning to face him again. "You just make sure my brother is okay while I'm gone."
But as I moved to grab my gym bag, I noticed Jacob lingering, a little too casually leaning against the doorway, his eyes on me like he was seeing something new. The air between us felt suddenly different, and I couldn't quite shake the feeling. I shook my head, trying to focus.
"You sure you're okay?" Jacob asked, his voice surprisingly soft, despite his deadpan expression.
I nodded, still trying to brush off the tension. "Yeah, dude," I exhaled deeply.
I called out for Seth, trying to shake off the weirdness between us.
Seth came hurrying to the front from the back of the house. He looked more or less the same—tired, but his face immediately lit up when he saw Jacob. They bumped knuckles, then went into a little handshake they'd clearly made up over the years.
I couldn't help but smile at that. Even with Seth's more undesirable friends—believe me, I'd met a few of those—his relationship with Jacob was kind of nice. It was like some annoying mentorship, but in a good way. Jacob had his shit together, and I'd never seen Seth so enthusiastic about someone's influence. That's exactly the kind of person Seth should be looking up to, rather than my chaotic self.
Jacob had his own house, his own truck, his own auto repair shop. He was the blue-collar good guy, stable and reliable. Something I hoped my brother would gravitate to more and more. Seth needed a little more structure in his life, especially after our mother's passing.
We needed to move on from the pain. With the financial freedom I was gaining, things would hopefully weigh on me a lot less. At least, that's what I kept telling myself. I gave Seth a hug and kiss on the cheek, letting them both know I will be back by 12:30AM most likely. Same as before.
"Gosh, Clearwater," he said with a dramatic sigh, "always pay, no playtime. You work too much."
I rolled my eyes but smirked. "You worry about the simple things in life, Black, while I chase the bucks."
He shot me a playful glance as I left, his voice trailing behind me, but I didn't look back. I couldn't worry about Jacob Black's big mouth right now. Bigger fish to fry.
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I drove for an hour, the sun still high in the sky as I approached the docks. The salty air mixed with the faint scent of gasoline and fresh water, the hum of boat engines and the sound of seagulls overhead creating a symphony of tranquility. Yachts and boats were docked everywhere, their sleek forms bobbing gently in the water, reflecting off the surface like elegant ghosts of luxury.
Alice made no mention of swimming. Or boating. If I had known, I would have definitely brought out my itty bitty bikini.
As I made my way toward the entrance, the same doorman from Edward's house greeted me. His chunky cheeks crinkled into a wide smile, his expression warm and welcoming.
"Well hello, Miss Andrea," he said, his voice rich with familiarity. "Follow me, Mr. Masen is expecting you."
I nodded, my pulse quickening with a mix of anticipation and curiosity. I hadn't been on a boat since I was a little kid—there was something almost magical about them, the idea of being out on the open water, free from everything.
We walked down the dock, the soft sound of my shoes tapping against the wooden planks blending with the rhythmic lapping of the water. The sun's fading light cast a warm golden glow across the scene, making everything feel like it belonged in a dream.
Finally, we reached the boat—a pristine, gleaming white yacht that looked like something straight out of a magazine. Its polished surface gleamed under the setting sun, the luxury unmistakable. It was sizable enough that I imagined there were living quarters inside. As I walked closer, the name Pixie caught my eye, painted in elegant script on the side of the stem.
The boat seemed almost too perfect, too polished. But there was something about it that felt inviting, like stepping into a world that was still untarnished by reality.
"Mr. Masen is already onboard," the doorman said, his voice low and respectful as he gestured toward the sleek stairwell leading up to the deck. I followed his lead, feeling a mix of excitement and nervousness as I climbed aboard.
As I stepped onto the boat, the soft wood of the deck creaked beneath my weight, and I couldn't help but glance around, taking in the polished chrome railings and the crisp white finish of the yacht. The boat had an aura of quiet luxury, but it was also functional, as if built for the kind of adventure I could only dream of.
Edward was already onboard. He was shirtless, his muscular chest and arms glistening in the golden light of the evening sun. His feet were bare, the thick ropes of the grappling lines tangled in his hands, giving him a rugged edge that seemed at odds with the sleek boat and the pristine surroundings. He moved with ease, his sweatpants hanging low on his hips, the relaxed look making him appear effortlessly at home in this lavish setting.
His focus was on the work in front of him, preparing the boat for the ride, but when he turned and caught sight of me, a slight smile tugged at the corners of his lips. He didn't need to say a word—his gaze, filled with quiet appreciation, made me feel more like I was part of something exciting, something real.
"Hey," he greeted me softly, taking a step forward and putting the rope down. "Welcome aboard."
I couldn't help but return his smile, though I felt slightly out of place in my casual outfit. His relaxed demeanor contrasted sharply with the fancy boat, but somehow it felt right. There was something intimate about it, like a secret between us.
Edward motioned for me to follow as he led me down into the cabin, his bare feet moving silently across the deck. The interior was cozy but definitely had that luxurious feel to it. The small dining area had a neat table with two chairs, set for a quiet meal, though there was no food in sight yet.
To the side, a kitchenette sat neatly tucked against the wall, complete with a mini fridge. The kitchen was functional, compact, but the space felt open with a smooth flow. The low hum of a small plasma TV mounted on the wall added a modern touch, though it felt a little out of place with everything else.
Edward pushed open a door that led into the bedroom. It was small but clean, the bed neatly made with soft-looking linens. Everything was simple, yet elegant, with a calming vibe that made it feel like a space meant for relaxation and comfort. I could see how this could become a getaway, a sanctuary from everything.
"Not much, but it's home for me when I need a break from the city," he explained, gesturing around the cabin. "I figured you'd appreciate something quiet for the evening."
His words felt intentional, like he wanted to make sure I felt comfortable. There was a warmth to the way he spoke, something that made me feel like I could trust him, even if my instincts still warned me to keep my guard up.
I glanced around, taking it all in. Despite the subtle hints of luxury, it felt like something real—something genuine that I could enjoy. And that was something I hadn't expected when I first stepped onto the boat.
"You entertain on this boat?" I asked, raising a brow.
He laughed. "No, I actually like to park it sometimes—fish, relax."
"Nice vacation spot," I murmured, drifting past the dining area. I reached a door across the room and opened it, finding a bedroom inside.
"I thought we could take her out, have some fun," he said.
"Can we swim?" I asked, glancing back at him.
He let out another laugh, shaking his head slightly. "Yes."
When I turned fully to face him, his gaze was already on me, warm and unwavering.
"What?" I asked, tilting my head.
Edward shook his head again, hands comfortably tucked into his pockets. An adorable grin played on his lips. "Your excitement is intoxicating."
I smirked. "Tell me there are snacks, and I'll jump your bones right now."
His smile widened, revealing his perfect teeth. "You will always be fed and safe when you're with me."
I almost melted. It was hard to keep my composure around him. He was intimidating, rich, and yet he seemed genuinely interested in spending time with me. Yeah, maybe it was just about the physical side of things, but there was something about him that was magnetic. The way he held my gaze, the way he actually listened when I spoke—it had me feeling a flutter in my stomach.
I'm sure he could tell at this point that I didn't mind his company. Considering I'd only asked for a small sum of money this time, comparatively for what he initially bid on me for.
Edward moved to turn around, preparing to lead us on whatever this little adventure was. I was feeling fully immersed in the moment.
Then it hit me—I hadn't brought a swimsuit. I had my underwear, though, and I could always use the shirt I had on. I unclipped my bra and slid it off beneath my shirt, hanging it on one of the chairs near the little dining table.
Edward came back inside just as I was removing my shoes and black shorts.
"Alice didn't tell you to bring a suit?" he asked, his tone almost frustrated.
I raised an eyebrow, curious. "It's okay," I said.
"No, she can be unbearable sometimes. I specifically told her," he grumbled, ranting as I stood there in just my underwear, watching him with amusement.
I tilted my head and shot him a playful glance as I shrugged off my shirt, exposing my skin to him. I caught the corner of his mouth twitching into a smirk, though his words continued to flow.
"It's okay," I whispered, taking slow, deliberate steps toward him.
He sighed, sitting down in one of the chairs, his hand outstretched as he motioned for me to come closer. I obeyed, settling comfortably on his lap. His fingers gently ran through my long hair, the touch soft but deliberate, and something about it felt deeply intimate. He held me so lightly.
"I just don't want you to feel uncomfortable," he purred, his nose brushing against my neck as he nuzzled me gently, sending a ripple of warmth through my body.
"I'm just fine like this, no complaints," I murmured, leaning into him, feeling the rhythm of his breath. "Besides, I'm sure this is more interesting, no?" I straightened my posture, pushing my chest out, teasing him lightly.
He caught my hand, pressing a soft kiss to my knuckle with a chuckle. "Agreed," he said, his voice low, a smile spreading across his face.
Then, without warning, his hand gave a playful, firm slap to my ass, causing me to jump slightly on his lap. The motion was casual, but it sent a spark of energy through me.
"Let me get us out there, so I can enjoy your presence fully," he muttered, grinning as he stood and gently nudged me off his lap.
I watched as he made his way to the front of the boat, gathering the ropes, preparing the yacht to depart. His movements were smooth, confident, and efficient—every gesture purposeful. I followed, standing in the archway and leaning out to get a better view as he worked. There was something mesmerizing about watching him take control of the boat, his muscles flexing as he tugged at the ropes and guided the boat into position.
Edward turned the key, and the engine rumbled to life, a powerful hum filling the air. He adjusted the wheel—though I wasn't sure what it was called on a boat—and we slowly began moving away from the dock, the water lapping gently against the hull as we glided into the open. The boat picked up speed, and I felt a rush of wind on my skin, my hair whipping behind me. It was exhilarating.
The water sparkled beneath the afternoon sun, a few other boats drifting lazily in the distance, some people enjoying the same peace I now was beginning to feel. The lake stretched out endlessly in front of us, the vast openness making me feel small but free at the same time.
Edward steered us out farther, his focus absolute as he maneuvered the boat, skillfully cutting through the water. We made our way toward the expansive opening of the lake, where the land became a distant blur. The air was warm, the sounds of the water crashing against the boat's side soothing in their own rhythm. The noise of the world seemed to fade, and all I could focus on was Edward and the space between us.
After a while, he turned the wheel sharply, guiding the boat to a quieter spot where he could park, the engine slowing as we drifted gently to a stop.
He gave me a sly smile over his shoulder as he cut the engine. "Now, we can enjoy this in peace."
The tension that simmered in my chest had shifted into something lighter—more playful. I felt myself relax, the stress of the day dissipating with the lapping waves. Edward's presence felt easy here, as if we were the only two people in the world.
I sat on the white cushioned benches along the edge of the boat. Lounging in the sun. As he finished parking us. We looked at each other faintly, and gave a very small comfortable smile.
"Do you like the water?" he asked, his voice light and happy, making me feel like this was more than just a casual outing.
I nodded quickly. "I'm a water sign, so I guess that makes sense," I murmured, my gaze fixed on the waves as they splashed against the side of the boat.
"When's your birthday?" He questioned.
I hesitated for a moment. His question threw me off guard, and suddenly I was feeling unsure about what this really was. Was this a date? Were we starting to get to know each other? Or was he just trying to get what he wanted, playing me along? The thought made my stomach twist with a mix of anticipation and doubt.
I thought about it for a moment, but really didn't see the harm in giving him a birthday.
"It was last month, the thirteenth," I said softly, the words spilling out before I could stop them. I didn't have much of a celebration. I'd spent the morning and afternoon with Seth, and then, thinking I needed a distraction, I'd gone out with Angela and a few others from the bar. Things got out of hand pretty quickly—I drank too much, then ended up having a panic attack. It was a mess. I wasn't ready to go out, but I'd forced myself to, thinking it might bring me some levity. But, it only did the exact opposite.
"Ah, so you're a Cancer?" Edward asked, his voice smooth with an air of someone who knew what he was talking about.
I stared at him in amused shock. "You dabble in astrology?" I raised an eyebrow, half-smiling. This wasn't the direction I'd expected him to take.
He shrugged, a playful grin tugging at his lips. "Eh, only a little. I do know the signs though." He looked at me with a knowing glint in his eye, like he was figuring me out, piece by piece.
"What about you?"
"November eleventh," he replied casually.
"Ah, a Scorpio...intense sign, that makes sense," I teased, a little surprised by how quickly the conversation had turned personal.
That got a laugh out of him, deep and genuine. "An honest one as well," he said, his smile never faltering.
As the boat gently rocked, the warmth of the sun felt good on my skin, making me feel a little more at ease, even though the underlying tension between us hadn't completely faded. I was topless, only in my underwear, and there was something oddly freeing about it, despite the way Edward kept glancing at me with that knowing look.
His eyes lingered just a second longer than necessary, his gaze not just looking but appreciating, making the air between us feel charged. It was the kind of look that made my heart skip a beat, and I tried to brush it off, pretending I didn't notice how his eyes seemed to follow the line of my shoulders, the curve of my back.
"You know," Edward's voice broke through my thoughts, low and steady, "you look incredible like this." He said it so casually, as if it was just a passing comment, but the way his voice rumbled with that particular tone made me feel exposed in a way I hadn't anticipated.
I glanced at him, unsure whether to respond. Part of me wanted to brush it off, make a joke or deflect, but something else stirred inside me—a kind of boldness that came from the sun on my skin, the wind in my hair, and the freedom of the open water. Maybe it was the intimacy of the moment, or maybe it was the way Edward was looking at me, but I felt a bit emboldened.
"Feeling bold today?" I teased, letting my voice drop into a playful tone, but I knew the way I said it carried a bit more. I stood up a little straighter, meeting his gaze head-on, testing the waters between us.
Edward smirked, his eyes darkening as he leaned a little closer, his lips curling into that dangerous, captivating smile. "I'm just stating facts, sweetheart." He slid his hands casually over the edge of the boat, but his eyes never left me. "You don't need a top to look amazing." He came closer to me. The boat rocking slightly as he did.
I felt a flush creep up my neck, a mix of heat from the sun and something else, something stirring deep within me. The way he said it, so confidently, with an almost possessive undertone, made me question whether I really should be feeling as comfortable as I was. I could feel his intensity like a physical presence, pulling me in without a word, and it left me feeling exposed, but somehow wanting more.
I shifted uncomfortably, but not because I was nervous. It was more because I wanted to see how far this would go. Expectant of what was to come.
"Careful," I murmured, leaning back slightly, letting my skin feel the full embrace of the sun. "You might get a little too comfortable with that kind of attitude."
Edward leaned forward then, close enough for me to feel his breath on my skin. "Comfortable?" His voice was barely a whisper. "You have no idea how comfortable I am right now."
He finally sat down near my feet, his presence intense, making me feel every inch of him without him even having to touch me.
"Can I touch you?" he asked, the question barely audible but carrying a tone that sent a thrill through me.
I smiled and nodded in response, the tension between us only growing.
He got up abruptly, heading toward the cabin. I could hear him shuffling around inside before he returned, a bottle of sunscreen in one hand and coconut oil in the other. I relaxed back into the seat, feeling the sun's warmth against my skin as I watched him. Ready for what was to come next.
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