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Author: edwardandbellabelong2gether PM
Formerly What Happens in Vegas..Edward and Bella have one wild night together. But is Edward ready to give up his playing ways? What happens when he's cut off from his family and forced to work at the bar owned by Bella's family? AHRated: Fiction M - English - Romance/Hurt/Comfort - Bella & Edward - Chapters: 30 - Words: 118,109 - Reviews: 2,884 - Favs: 1,414 - Follows: 883 - Updated: 04-01-10 - Published: 02-28-09 - Status: Complete - id: 4892165
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Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters used in this story. Stephenie Meyer owns them all (lucky). I am just having some fun and gathering entertainment from them.
Summary: SO before you groan at the title of this story because lord knows I know there are ton of these out there. Mine will be somewhat different. For some reason I am just on an arrogant, asshole Edward kick and can't get enough of him. So just give this story a chance before you judge. Edward, Emmett, and Alice are siblings. Bella, Rosalie, and Jasper are siblings. Edward and Bella meet in Vegas. They get drunk, get married, and have a one night stand. Edward is a total player and a tortured soul who doesn't want any part of this. What happens when there are certain repercussions from this one night…like something that takes nine months to happen…and Edward wants nothing to do with Bella or the life they created? Will he ever come around and stop his womanizing ways to allow himself to truly be happy? I will try to have a song for each chapter also for this story so you can have some mood music.
Song for this chapter: When I Said I Would by Whitney Duncan…you can listen at this address…
I woke up and the previous night came rushing back to me. I put my left hand out in front of me, fanning out my fingers to admire the wedding ring placed on my ring finger.
I had gotten married in Vegas…to a total stranger…and I couldn't be happier about it.
Ok I know that sounds lame and irresponsible…but I don't have it in me to fucking care. I am SO in love. That's right ladies and gentlemen…over the course of a short 24 hours…I have fallen head over heels, shoot for the moon…completely and totally in love.
And now I am Mrs. Anthony Masen. He is the man of my dreams. I have waited forever for him. I saved myself for him…for my/our wedding night.
Ok so I guess I should probably back up a bit.
We arrived in Vegas the day before yesterday. And by we, I mean my brother Jasper, his fiancée Alice, my sister Rosalie, and myself. They decided that they didn't want to wait any longer to be married and didn't care about the big ceremony so we bolted for Vegas.
I hadn't known Alice very long but something told me she wasn't completely happy with this decision and was only doing it for Jasper.
Turns out that I was right…we got to the chapel first thing yesterday morning and the fake Elvis was ready to perform the ceremony when Jasper stopped it. He told Alice he knew that she wouldn't really be happy with this and was only doing it for him.
So they decided they will go back and continue on with the lavish wedding plans.
Way to go big brother…score one for you! I was so proud of him. He's a great guy. He has always been there for me.
We decided since we were already here though, we would stay and gamble for a few days. I could finally do that now…I just turned 21 last month.
Woo hoo! Vegas baby!
Rose and Alice also had the silly notion that they were going to get me laid. Jasper was NOT happy about that idea either, let me tell you!
It had come up in conversation between Alice and me that I was in fact 21 and still a virgin. Now she was determined to rid me of my v-card and Rose was right there cheering her on all the time. I tried explaining to her that I was waiting for marriage.
I've never even really had a boyfriend before…never had my first kiss. You could say I was very sheltered growing up. Jasper never allowed for anything bad to happen to me and Rose…ever.
I was grateful to him for that but sometimes I just wanted to be able to fuck up…on my own…and get out of it…on my own!
Anyway, I am getting off topic. So after they bailed on the Elvis officiated ceremony yesterday morning, Rose and me decided to give them "alone" time back in the room. Rose quickly abandoned me for some guy with curly dark hair, dimples, and a lot of brawn. He was really cute. Good for Rose.
While walking through the casino, I literally bumped into the most gorgeous man I had ever laid eyes on. Actually, man was a weak description of him…God was more like it.
He made my breath hitch when he smiled this devastatingly handsome crooked grin. Oh my God I was a goner. If anyone would ever make me throw out my "wait until marriage to lose my virginity pledge" it would be him.
We ended up spending the whole entire day together. We gambled together, we talked, and we drank. And then we talked some more. I found out his name was Anthony Masen and that he was perfect for me. We had all the same interests.
He was definitely everything I had ever wanted in a man…in a husband. Sure we were both young…he was 22 and I was 21 but hey…age is just a number right?
He was just starting medical school and was only here in Vegas with his brother for a weekend away. He said that his life had been hectic with school and his sister's upcoming wedding. He said she was making everyone crazy with wedding plans. I couldn't help but notice the love in his eyes though when he talked about his silly sister.
I explained to him why I was in Vegas and that I had just started my senior year at the University of Washington and that I was an Education major.
I wanted to teach either first or second grade. I couldn't wait to graduate and get my job. I was currently very excited about my senior year. I expressed this excitement to Anthony and he laughed at me. He said he found my enthusiasm very cute.
He was also excited about medical school. He came from a family of doctors. As we talked, we continued to drink. I was feeling very tipsy. While we were sitting at a slot machine, we started making out.
It was hot and passionate. We decided to take it back to his room…he had a single one where I was sharing with Rose, Ali, and Jazzy.
We were getting hot and heavy on his bed when I remembered my virginity pledge. I pushed him away and explained to him how I felt about wanting to wait until I was married to have sex with him. I wasn't completely honest though. I didn't tell him I was a virgin. I just made it sound like I wanted to wait to have sex with him until marriage.
I didn't want him to think less of me for being 21 and a virgin. He might not want me if he knew that little tidbit.
Then he said something I never expected a God like him to say to a plain Jane like me…he said, "Then marry me…right now."
Maybe it was the amount of alcohol we had consumed. Maybe it was the strong connection that was obvious between us but…about thirty minutes later we were in front of the fake Elvis declaring our undying love for each other and saying, "I do."
When we got back to his room this time and began our heated make out session on his bed…I didn't stop him. Now he was my husband so it was alright.
And oh my God…the sex was hot and fantastic. I know I don't have anything to compare it to but he seemed quite pleased also. So I am pretty sure it was phenomenal.
I don't think he was able to notice I was a virgin because I didn't have a hymen anymore before the sex. I haven't had that since I was 15 and had an unfortunate horseback riding accident.
I just couldn't believe I was so lucky to have this man next to me as my husband. He wants to spend forever with me.
I kissed him gently on the cheek, making sure not to wake him, and skipped my way into the shower.
Yeah…that's right…I fucking skipped…I am happy…sue me.
I groaned as I raised my head off the pillow to look around to see where I was. I patted the bed space beside me and didn't feel anyone. I could have sworn I brought someone back to my room last night.
Then I heard the shower going. Oh ok…I thought I did. Then it all came back to me. The hot little number I met in the casino. God she was fucking hot. She was the most beautiful, perfect woman I had ever seen…in or out of clothes.
And I have seen a lot.
Hello, I am Edward Cullen…and I am a MAJOR player. I am not a one woman kind of guy. I am more like an anytime, anywhere, any girl kind of guy. Yep that's me. I am a player, a liar, and some would say…an asshole…but hey…I like pussy…sue me.
I think it is completely ridiculous to tie yourself down to one pussy for the rest of your life. But that girl I met last night…Bella…I think her name is…she was good enough to have a repeat. But alas, I lied again. I used my usual pickup lines and gave her my fake name…Anthony Masen.
Hey it's not totally fake. My full name is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen. I just left out the Edward and the Cullen. People all call me Edward…no one dares to call me Anthony.
However when Bella was screaming out "Anthony" during her five orgasms last night…I didn't mind so much.
I was shocked though to find myself telling her the truth during most of our conversation. I seemed to really like her. I even told her what I was really going to school for. I almost spit out my drink when she told me that she goes to University of Washington. I am in the medical program there.
So maybe I could keep up with the fake name thing and meet up with her again for some wham bam thank you mam's. Na…like I said…Edward Cullen doesn't do relationships…I am not a one woman kind of guy.
I sighed and went to brush my hand through my hair like I do sometimes when I am frustrated or irritated or even nervous…I do it a lot okay?
As I was bringing my left hand up to comb through my hair, I caught something shiny in my peripheral vision.
I looked at my hand…my left hand…my ring finger to be exact.
Oh holy fucking hell! I then remembered the fake Elvis last night and Bella and I declaring our undying love for each other. Shit. Shit. Shit.
This is so not good!
I don't do marriage. I don't do relationships. Not at all. I have to fix this. Hopefully she will realize what a drunken mistake this was too. I will talk to her when she gets out of the shower. This has to be annulled or something.
I don't care if we even have to go through a divorce since we already consummated the relationship.
Then again…what do I care if I stay married to her? It's not like I'll ever see her again. It's not like I ever plan on marrying anyone. If one day she decides she wants to get married…she can look for me and if she doesn't find me after a certain wait period…the court will grant her a divorce/annulment…whatever.
Yeah…I've got to get out of here and fast. Because I am admitting this right now and only this once…and not to anyone else…last night was amazing…I did feel a connection to her. And to be honest…it scared the fucking shit out of me.
And when we made love…er-had sex…it was amazing. I had never felt anything like it before in my life…and Edward Cullen doesn't do lovemaking. I don't do that shit at all.
I don't do cute and cuddly and "I love you's"…again…not relationship material.
So it's time to be a bigger ass than I already am. I jumped out of the bed and gathered up my clothes that were strewn about and put them back on.
I then took off the wedding band and laid it on the bedside table. I felt my heart sink a little when I took it off of my finger. But then I shook my head to clear it and got back on track.
I then pulled out a small notepad and pen from the drawer of the nightstand. I decided to write her a quick note showing what a true ass I was so I could rid myself of her and these thoughts…she had to see she was so much better off without me in her life.
I am not husband material…or boyfriend. I am just meant to be alone…forever…that's how I like it. It leaves me free to fuck whoever whenever and wherever I want. And that is how I like it.
I wrote the note.
I felt kind of shitty about it. I couldn't believe I had asked her to marry me in the first place. She was just so cute and sweet and innocent lying there underneath me telling me she didn't want to have sex with me unless we were married.
I thought at first that maybe she was a virgin…and then I would have changed my mind. I couldn't do a wham bam thank you mam to a virgin. I am a douche and a pig but not that big of a pig.
But then I thought to myself…what 21 year old in their right mind and as hot as Bella would still be a virgin? And besides…she didn't say she was saving herself for marriage…she said she didn't want us to have sex until we were married.
So I, being the douche that I am asked her to marry me…and she being naïve sweet young thing that she is…said yes.
And the sex was phenomenal…when I first entered her…there wasn't a hymen so I was relieved…but she did shed a few tears. They were probably drunken happy tears. We were really out of it. And she seemed very giddy about our nuptials.
And she was so tight…god she was fucking tight…I've never been with a virgin before…but damn this girl was tighter than anyone I had ever been with and I had been with some tight ladies before.
She probably hadn't done it very much.
Time to get on with my life. That letter should be a big enough of a reality check for her to make her never want to see my sexy face again.
As I was walking out of the room, a hot red head walked by me. Well hello baby…I think I see tonight's action. Better go get that…maybe I could stay in her room. Didn't want Bella coming back to mine getting all stalkery, looking for me later.
Then again though…after that note…I should never see her again.
Why did that make me feel extremely sad?
I got out of the shower and dried off. I just wrapped the towel around my body so I could go out there and pick up my clothes from the previous night and put them back on.
Or maybe hubby would like to give me a repeat of last night. Yes, that would be nice.
When I opened the bathroom door, I noticed Anthony wasn't in bed. I wonder where he went. I started picking up my clothes and tossing them on the bed to see what was salvageable. He had gotten a little overzealous last night so some of my clothes…if not all were ruined.
When I began looking over my clothes I noticed something shiny on the nightstand. It was Anthony's wedding band. Why was it there? Why wasn't he wearing it? I saw a note underneath it.
Thanks for an okay time.
Sorry about the marriage stuff.
I say what I have to in order to get what I want.
And I did get what I wanted…so thanks for that hon.
It was an okay release. I needed it.
If you ever feel the need to do anything about our nuptials…
You can try to find me.
Other than that,
Have a great life,
The wedding band and the note fell from my hand and I dropped to the floor beside the bed. He had an "okay" time and an "okay" release. He got what he wanted. I was a fucking virgin and I just gave it up to him on a platter.
I am so very fucking stupid. How could I be so stupid?
I didn't just give my body to him last night…I gave my heart and soul…and he doesn't want them. He doesn't love me back.
He said he loved me. He asked me to marry him. And I did.
And now I am stuck married to him.
And he doesn't care.
Have a great life!
You ruined my life you fucking dick!
I couldn't believe it. I am such an idiot. And then I felt sick. I bolted to the bathroom and started throwing up. The thought of what he did to me…made me physically ill.
I felt so cheap and so dirty. He used me. He fucking used me…and now he had thrown me away. I felt so dirty that I had to get in and take another shower before I put my tattered clothes on to go find my family and do the walk of shame.
I wasn't going to try to find him to dissolve our "marriage." He has ruined me. I know it was fast, but I felt the connection there. And if this is love, then I don't want any part of it. I am swearing off men.
I am just going to be single.
And alone. That way, no one can rip out my heart like this again.
At least I'll never see him again. And you know what they say, "What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas." Doesn't it?