Chapter 19
BPOV
Alice chatted non-stop on the ten minute drive to Rosalie's house from school. Usually, a person such as Alice (chatty and always chipper) would piss me off, but I knew that Alice was just genuinely excited to hang out, just us girls. It was nice that I didn't have to say much to keep her happy because that sort of effort was exhausting. I had to admit that I was somewhat nervous about spending time with Rose without Emmett there. Other than the spa-day at Alice's, I had never hung out with her outside of my brother. While knowing that Rosalie was a Texas Hale, I did not know what to fully expect upon arriving at her house. I assumed it would be incredible, but maybe not as much as the Cullen's because Rose bad boasted about their home. Getting off the one-oh-one, Alice drove down a private road that held a sign sayingTrespassers will be Shot. A giggle slipped from me that I couldn't help because of how Texas their sign while I was trying to squash the feelings of anxiety trying to bubble to the surface. When the many trees parted and I caught a glimpse of their house mansion I was completely at a loss.
"Welcome to Hale Manor," Alice, almost eerily, called to my attention. I swallowed audibly and felt like I was in one of those ridiculous teen horror films were a bunch of girls ran around half naked getting their limbs chopped off in a mansion such as this. Don't get me wrong, the mansion was gorgeous and well-kept, but my thoughts immediately went to the dark place in my head.
"Holy Shit, Alice," was all that came out of my mouth.
"I know right? This house is so much fun to hangout at!"
She drove us up the long, windy drive and into the circular part by the house, parking just to the left of the front steps. The home was a huge, beautiful red-brick three-story mansion that was trimmed in white and accented in black iron. It was somewhat pretentious and oozed sophistication and comfort. Through the view of the side yard and into the back, I could see a tennis court, a swimming pool, a guest house, a three-hole golf course and various other leisure activity installations. Interrupting my musings on how fabulously rich the Hales were, Rosalie surprised me by whipping open the front door.
"Hey gals! What took you so long? My car has been parked in the garage for over three minutes!" She called to us.
"Sorry, Rose, but my Bug doesn't get as good of an engine rev as your BMW," Alice joked.
"Rosalie. Your house. I—I—… I love it!" I choked out. She looked at me queerly for a moment and then burst into laughter.
"Bella, darlin', you are so much funnier than Emmett gives you credit for!" She giggled and motioned us inside. I left the stupid grin on my face and nodded at her in awe. That was the first time I truly noticed her slight Southern accent. I was kind of glad that Alice insisted on me leaving my truck at home today which lead me free to eat another one of my special brownies in the bathroom after school. I think they were starting to take effect because I couldn't stop grinning. There was no way that I could tell Edward that I was afraid to hangout with the girls without his soothing presence. Although I was starting to love Rose and Alice to death, my nerves were going crazy.
Rosalie took us on a tour—which Alice had already experienced years before—and showed us everything. She showed us the private spa in the basement with sauna, hot tub, and massage table. We saw the movie theater room and weight room. Her house was like the Cullen's on steroids. Compared to my friends' homes, my house looked and felt like a fricken closet. We three girls didn't really do much—we made dinner for ourselves, watched a movie, talked about our boys and Alice drove me home. It was fun. It was nice to have a girls' night—in fact, it was the first since my accident. Just like the last time I had ingested pot, I became unbearably horny. When Edward called at ten, I got my relief.
Meeting Edward's parents the next day was much more delightful than I could have ever imagined meeting my boyfriend's parents for the first time could be. Esme was sweet, the perfect combination of compassion and grace. Carlisle was equally great and it was funny to see that my Edward shared the some of the same mannerisms as him. Although on the drive leading up to the dinner I was almost a nervous wreck, the moment I got there and met Esme and Carlisle I was completely at ease. It was easy to be myself around them and converse like I had known them much longer than just a few short hours. Ironically, that was the first night I gave Edward a handjob.
The moment I crossed the threshold of his bedroom door, I was turned on. This was the room that we shared our first sober kiss, and it was magical despite the circumstances surrounding it. As soon as Edward closed the door and locked it, his pants seemed to drop instantly. Gliding slowly across the distance between us, I locked eyes with his smoldering stare. When I reached him, his hands moved roughly to the hem of my dress, yanking it off over my head while I kicked my feet out of my Chuck's. Our mouths mashed to each other and the electricity that seemingly flowed though us was ever present.
My fingers wound themselves into his messy copper locks as his hands moved from my hips to my ass, squeezing it as they paused there. Suddenly, his hands were lifting my butt up and I wrapped my legs around his waist for support as he walked us to his bed, our lips never parting. It was amazing how connected our minds and bodies seemed to be, reacting to each other's actions so effortlessly. When my legs initially wrapped themselves around Edward's torso, through my leggings, I was met with the contact of Edward's hard-on through his boxers. It was a friction that felt delicious and sent an instant wave of tingles across my skin and down my spine. My body shuddered with delight which caused me to slightly moan. He set me down on the edge of the bed and hovered over me, leaning me backwards and deepening our kiss.
"Oh god, Edward…," I tried to add on more but as I uttered his name, he thrusted his hips into mine, his boner once again grazing my sensitive middle. Amazing wouldn't even begin to describe how it felt to have Edward flush against my body, sober, with his dick sandwiched between my thighs while knowing that someone could come looking for us at any moment. Wow, I thought, I never realized how kinky I was before… I moved my lips against Edward's to speak when he thrusted again, mashing our bodies together providing the friction that they longed for. Although the possibility of getting caught somewhat turned me on, I did not want to go back downstairs to see his stepmother and eat the delicious dessert we created together with sex hair or with my cheeks flushed looking like I had just came. This was, after all, the first time I had ever met them. Some propriety would be necessary.
"Edward, shit… this feels so good… but, I mean… Esme and your dad are downstairs!"
"So?" he growled. Horny Edward was a compulsive, almost selfish (except for when it came to getting me off), deeply passionate guy. Once he had deemed that it was OK to fool around, there was no stopping him.
"I don't want to look like sex when we go back down there…" I shyly admitted. Why the hell was Shy Bella coming back? Shit, I just needed to get to the point…
His narrowed eyes met mine in slight confusion. "Uh… Bella I have a bathroom where you can fix your hair in…" he almost snapped. It was comical how snarky he could get when he thought he was about to be cock blocked.
"So I was thinking… maybe I could just, you know, get you off?" I tried to make it sound tantalizing and sensual but somehow I felt as though I had failed miserably. That was, until I saw Edward's eyes nearly bulge from his head. His jaw dropped and I had to fight back laughter as I both saw his expression and felt it where his boner was pressed in-between my legs. Apparently Edward Jr. agreed with me. Before I could even realize what he was doing, Edward had whipped us around so now I was on top of him. Not wasting any time before cake, I immediately started to tug his shirt off and was stunned by the sexy abs laid out in front of me. Had I really never seen my boyfriend shirtless before? I wondered. As my eyes raked from his devastatingly hot V to up over the contoured abs, my eyes halted at his pecks. Over his left one was a pair of angel wings about an inch and a half squared in size.
"Edward…"
"Mmm" he replied, not noticing that I had stopped moving.
"You never told me you had a tattoo." His eyes opened in a flash and were held in a sheepish expression. I raised an eyebrow and waited for his response.
"Oops?" was all I got in return. I shook my head, letting him know that such a simple response wouldn't cut it in this situation. Admittedly so, I found tattoos sexy, especially on Edward. Clearly this tattoo, albeit a bit feminine, was hot and most likely for his mother, Elizabeth. I waited somewhat patiently for his response. "Ok, well sorry, it slipped my mind. It's not like all I ever think about is my chest. I got it last year… on mother's day." His tone became sad as his eyes followed his thoughts into far-off memories.
"Well that's all I wanted," I breathily dismissed the anguish he was surely feeling. Luckily his hard-on didn't go away or I would have felt guilty bringing it up. I brought my lips to the tattoo and kissed it reverently, tracing my way up his throat, over his strong jaw, and to his very kissable lips. He sighed when my lips first made contact with his skin, understanding that I hadn't meant any harm. It turned me on that my guy was inked… I had always wanted a tattoo of my own but was too indecisive, young, and unsure of what to get. As quickly as our seriously moment came, that was also how quickly it left. In a matter of minutes he was cumming… apparently my skills are what he called "fucking amazing." That's always nice to hear.
The next day after school was my first day of work. Nervously, I drove myself from the high school to the diner, berating myself for even taking the job. The darkness within me was bubbling and brewing inside and my anxiety was on the verge of skyrocketing. An ominous dark shadow loomed over my shift this evening and I had no idea why I felt that way. I had to pull over on the side of the road to vomit up the remainder of my lunch before arriving at the diner. Upon entering and setting off the dinging bell attached to the door, I was greeted by the woman who interviewed me. Strangely enough, she looked younger and prettier than I remembered her being. Perhaps my dim mood that day had tinged the memory of her.
"Oy, Bella! Yeh're a punctual lass, aren't yeh?" Siobhan called to me as I entered the diner. I knew I was ten minutes early and had planned it that way. The Irish woman was actually quite beautiful, now that I thought about it. She had dark, nearly black, curly hair, piercing blue eyes and a large smattering of freckles. Her body was curvy, yet snug and femininely petite. She was confident, that's for sure and couldn't have been any older than 33.
"Hey Siobhan. Oh you know, just trying to make a good impression," I retorted, hoping that my stained voice conveyed the humor I had meant it to.
"Call me Bonnie, remember? It's what me friends call me!" Siobhan corrected. Suddenly I couldn't remember why I had felt so nervous or even why I dreaded coming back here. Bonnie was so friendly, how could anyone not want to be in her presence? "And don't worry luv, yeh've already made a good one," she winked. No wonder why in such a small town they had great business at the diner, everyone must be in love with Bonnie.
"Where should I put my backpack?" I asked, having brought my homework inside incase I got a break.
"In the office. I'll show yeh! First we'll start off with a wee bit of a tour, I'll show yeh how ev'rythin' works around here and then I'll show yeh a few tips for serving! After yer break, you'll shadow Victoria, the other lass that works tonight so you can get the hang of it all. Yeah?"
"I get a break?" I asked incredulously.
"O'course yeh do! Don't be silly," Bonnie retorted, full of laughter. I wish I was Irish; they all seem like such a happy people. "It'll probably be around, oooh say, six-thurty?"
"Alright. If it's OK, my boyfriend will probably want to stop by and eat with me."
"Oh o'course it's alright! Jus' remember that yeh're the one that gets a free meal for your break. Put it in with Liam, the cook, about fifteen mintues a'forehand."
Bonnie showed me all around Fork's Diner. Seriously, that was its name. It had never previously occurred to me that it hadn't been named something else; I merely believed it was the town's slang. The tour consisted of seeing her tiny office, filling out the necessary new hire paperwork, seeing the kitchen and meeting her brother Liam. I also was informed of the other people that worked there: Victoria, nineteen; Sue, a much older woman of at least late fifties; Maggie, twenty-one; Paul and Seth, the high-school-aged busboys. Bonnie was nothing if not thorough. She was cute, funny, and incredibly nosey. Once she heard that Edward was coming for my break, she was non-stop asking questions. It was sweet. I couldn't help but think how she was the exact opposite of Charlie: wanting to know every little detail, filling the silence with talking.
Once the chit-chat was done, I was shown how to group the silverware with napkins, "marry the ketchup" bottles, and how to put an order of food in. Just before my break, I was introduced to Victoria who had just arrived for her shift. Her wild, red curly hair was startling and took a few moments to get used to before I took the rest of her appearance in. She reminded me of Kate Moss, all thin, lanky and had faintly gray-tinged pale skin. I noticed her Caribbean-green eyes shifting uncomfortably ever so slightly. She must me just as awkward with meeting new people as I am, I thought. Trying to give her my best reassuring smile, I extended my hand in greeting.
"Hi, I'm Bella."
"Victoria," she sniffled as she took my hand in return. Her hand was shockingly cold. That could explain the gray color of her skin: she's recovering from being sick. "Having fun yet? It's your first day, yeah? Soon you'll know all of the regulars and the job will become a breeze. I remember my first day…" she paused from talking a mile-a-minute in her very girly voice. That was definitely unexpected. "Well, have fun on your break. I'll bring your food out when Liam has it ready, since I'll already be back there and what not."
"Er, thanks." Just as I thanked her, she walked off to the kitchen. I had to shake off the weird greeting if I was ever to work with her again. The front door chimed and—sensing it was Edward—I turned around to see his handsome form staggering towards me. I don't think I will ever get over how devastatingly sexy he was at the most random moments in time. His messy bronze hair was dampened from the drizzle outside, darkening it into a deeper reddish hue. As our eyes met, the corner of his lips tugged up into a sultry lopsided smile, my favorite. While wrapping his hands around my waist, he kissed my cheek reverently.
"Hey gorgeous," he whispered in my ear. My blood pressure instantly picked up, sending tingles right down to my lady parts. Yeah, my guy turned me on in public just by saying hello. Every woman out there should be jealous. Hell, I was jealous of myself.
"Hello, sir. Welcome to Fork's Diner, can I get you a booth?" I played and winked, knowing it would probably drive him crazy and insure that I would get some tonight.
"Naughty, Bella," he tisked, "you should behave. You'll pay for that later."
We chose a secluded booth in the corner. We liked our privacy. Chatting easily for a few minutes, we waited for my food. I had ordered extra so Edward could eat some of it. There was no way I could finish a whole meal and a half from the diner. As promised, Victoria brought out the meal once the order was up in the kitchen. When she approached the table, setting down the plates, Edward visibly stiffened. Confused as to his reaction, I ignored it while she was still present and settled for thanking her and giving her a reassuring smile. The moment she left I shot daggers at Edward with my eyes for being so rude. Before I could verbally chastise him, he began to speak.
"Bella," he started, eerily calm. "Do you know who that was?" What an odd-friggen-question.
"Yes Edward. That's Victoria, she works here. You're Edward and I'm Bella. Any other obvious statements you would like me to address?" I couldn't help but be snarky. I just hoped that she wasn't already offended by my boyfriend. Edward merely rolled his eyes, not disguising his annoyance with my childish response, but not verbally acknowledging it.
"Bella, she is James' girlfriend."
Shit. Fuck. Damn. I knew this job would give me an anxiety attack. I just didn't know that it would be over a co-worker's love life.
