Isabella Swan
“Goddammit, Isabella! Open this fucking door and talk to me. I’m sorry, okay? It will never happen again.”
His words were my breaking point, and I found myself ripping the door open and getting up right in his face. “Don’t you fucking talk to me that way, Alec. This is your fault. You’re the one who bet me on the roll of a fucking die. Do I honestly mean that little to you?” He tried to interrupt me but I kept talking. “Something like this is gonna take time to get over. Until I do, I don’t want to talk to you. I’ll be moving my things into this room, and will be sleeping here for the time being. I don’t want to hear shit about it, either. You owe me at least that after what you did. Now go the hell away so I can get ready for work. I have to be at the club in a little while.”
It was a lie, but I knew he wouldn’t check. I wasn’t scheduled to go in, but I needed to work off some of my pent up anger, and dancing had become a great outlet for me. I dressed in a pair of white cutoffs and a black tank, applied my make-up, brushed out my hair, and then walked out the door. My gold hot pants, matching bikini top, and gold stilettos were already in my locker in the dressing room, so I didn’t have to worry about those. I’d change once I got there.
~YOM~
I inhaled the sweet smoke once again, and then let out a deep breath before asking the question that had been plaguing me. “Why do you keep turning Jane down when she offers to give you head?”
His eyes met mine and darkened with lust. “Because there’s only one set of lips I ever want wrapped around my cock again, and they don’t belong to that slut.”
I was shocked at the look of pure desire on his face, and the pull between us intensified. It was so strong, I couldn’t fight it anymore. I found myself leaning closer and closer to him, until our lips were only a breath apart. My eyes traveled down to his mouth, and I watched as his tongue poked out to wet his skin. I did the same, and then looked back up into his eyes. This was so wrong, but I couldn’t stop it. My body was acting on it’s own now, blocking out any sense of reason.
“Ed…Edward, I…we…” I couldn’t even form a sentence, my mind was so clouded.
He brought his right hand up to cradle my face as he stared into my eyes. “Shh,” he shushed me. “I know.” He leaned in just the slightest bit and was about to kiss me when the back door to the club opened with a bang. The noise caused us both to jerk apart, but I knew Angela saw more than she should have when her eyes just about popped out of her head as she looked at us.
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