Monday, April 9, 2012

Chapter 9

Hot Bubblegum by SoapyMayhem

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Chapter 9
*\o\Edward Masen Cullen/o/*

"Let me walk you to your car," I offered when she stood to leave.

"No, no," she said quickly, "Don't stop on account of me. I'm a big girl, Edward - I can walk myself." This girl was so fucking adorable, I just wanted to kiss the fucking smirk right off her pretty face.

"Whatever you say, Darlin'," I replied with a raised brow, unable to take my eyes off her glorious ass as she walked out the door.

Maybe I should have felt like a fucking sleaze for being as attracted to her as I was, for thinking about all the ways I wanted to fuck her and have her screaming my name, but hell - she was legal, and once I got past that initial shock, I just couldn't bring myself to care.

It wasn't like I was some old man, either. I turned twenty-six just a few months ago, and in the grand scope of things, eight years between us wasn't all that much.

As she found her way out, I could hear Jake chatting with her, something about sending something to the shop for Ness, my goddaughter. Disinterested, I turned back to the sketch, focusing on getting the details as perfect as possible.

After Bella was long gone, Jake walked up, and I could feel his eyes on me.

It was nearly a minute later before he finally spoke. "So… you already scheming on hittin' that?" he questioned knowingly. I didn't need to be a rocket scientist to know what - or rather who - he was referring to.

I pursed my lips and shrugged, slightly annoyed that he'd picked up on my attraction for Bella.

"Leave it alone, she's just a client," I muttered, trying to deter his questioning. At his silence, my hand paused as I sat there waiting, flicking my tongue against my lip ring wishing he'd let me concentrate on the stencil.

"Don't think you can fool me…" he challenged. When I didn't respond, he kept going. "It's like you always find some flaw - like no one's good enough. So, forgive me for being shocked to see a girl hold your interest for more than a few minutes. Well… maybe I'm not that shocked - that girl has blossomed pretty nicely."

Blossomed, though - what the fuck is that about?

Finally, when he realized I wasn't gonna spill, he gave up leaving me to my work, only to come back an hour later, to remind me that he had to go pick up Ness from school.

Not wanting him around judging my every move, I decided to get rid of him.

"Go home. I can handle it for the rest of the night," I insisted, attempting to get some privacy when Bella finally came back.

"Really?" he asked hopefully, not even picking up on my plan to get her alone.

"Yeah, get home and hang out with your girl."




After he left, I thought about what Jake said - he was right too. So far, I hadn't found a woman who held my interest for very long. Kate was too bitchy, Lauren - too possessive and paranoid, Heidi was a snob and didn't tip at restaurants - she might have even been a bit racist. Last but not least was Irina - she made the worst sounds during sex - it was like listening to a dying animal.

I actually had to fake an orgasm with her.

So, after a few years of unsuccessful dating, I pretty much gave up on the whole relationship institution. Of course, I still went out, not as often as one might imagine, maybe once every couple months when I got the itch, but I'd essentially decided not to commit until I found perfection - which meant that I'd probably die an old bachelor.

Bella seemed pretty great, though, and so far I hadn't found that fatal flaw. I thought her age would be the thing that put me off her, but she was such a little spitfire and - from what I could tell - fairly intelligent, maybe a bit naive, but that only made her more adorable to me.

She was also surprisingly sentimental for someone her age, which was sweet.

For real, though… how many teenage girls loved their father enough to get a tattoo in his honor? That was a pretty fucking sweet gesture, and if I ever had a kid that cared about me like that, I'd be fucking ecstatic.

I was still a little concerned about how familiar she was and the fact that I couldn't seem to place her, but the more I looked at her, the more difficult it was to associate her with anything outside our recent interaction.

After all, we were in L.A., so she was probably in some commercial I'd seen or maybe an episode of a TV show I watched recently… or… or... what if she was in porn?

I nearly choked on my tongue stud, for the second time today, at the thought of that possibility.

Wanting to be certain, I scanned my memories trying to decide if I'd ever seen her eating pussy or if I'd watched her luscious ass bouncing on some other guy's cock, but nothing came to mind other than the little fantasy I had when I first saw her up front. That didn't mean I was wrong, though. I was a red-blooded American male - I watched a lot of porn.

Was there any way I could get her to tell me where I recognized her from, or was it better to just leave her the fuck alone and do my fucking job?


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