Really Long Author's Note: Hey everyone! Thanks for reading. I just wanted to say that I am aware that this fan fiction starts off like a lot of fan fiction's do, but this is totally a different story that I am telling, so please stick with me while I set up the characters and the world in which they live [my head]. There will definitely be a lot of smut, angst and fluff all mixed in together. I hope that I get the correct ratio of each ;) Just a warning for future chapters… The Edward in this story has a very dark side to him and some people may find it a little uncomfortable. Please be warned now: If you are not comfortable reading about Edward's very Dark side, please do not read this story. Apparently, M is the highest rating now on . I would personally rate this NC-17, at least for future chapters. Otherwise, read and review! I want to hear anything you have to say about my story, good or bad. I have written quite a few chapters for this already, so If I get a good response I will post them up quickly. Also I don't have a beta reader, so if there are any errors please just ignore them or let me know and I will fix it up :)
Also to any readers that have read my other story Meant to Be, and are waiting on an update: I'm really sorry. Let me just say I hate myself enough for not updating it in FOREVER. But, my creative juices just stopped flowing after the first 3 chapters. I DO plan on updating that, and maybe writing this story will help kickstart that process. I know what it's like when a story I am following seems to just disappear off the face of the earth. It pisses me right off. I hope you guys can understand that Meant to Be is on the shelf for just a little while longer.
Summary: Bella is a 25 year old editor who works at a publishing company in Seattle. While in Phoenix for her mother's funeral, She meets a handsome, mysterious stranger at the bar. After the death of her mother, and a few too many shots of Cuervo, she is ready for something new to happen in her boring monotonous world. She tries to turn over a new leaf upon her arrival back home. Can the mysterious stranger provide her with the challenge she needs? Or, will it be too much for her to handle? AU/AH NC-17 in future chapters. Dark Edward.
I sat on the cheap bar stool, one hand holding up my head, while the other hand gripped the small shot glass in front of me. It was empty. The bartender continued to refill it when I asked, and I continued to swallow them down when I could muster up the courage and forget about the bad taste of the Cuervo tequila. I don't usually drink, especially straight spirits, but today was one hell of a day, and I needed a release.
Today was my mother's funeral. Today, I buried my mother. Six feet under the ground. She died on Tuesday 13th January, 2009, a day that I will never forget. I got the call at work. My secretary, Mike, who screens all my calls for me, had come bursting into my office in the middle of a meeting with a young writer named Stephenie. I was in the middle of telling her that the fourth book in her series was going to need a serious restructure if it were going to sell. I had stood up in shock, ready to tear him a new asshole when the look on his face stopped me. He looked absolutely terrified and I knew then that something was wrong. He couldn't even tell me. I found myself just screaming at him to tell me what had happened and all he could muster up was "Your Mum…". I ran out, picked up the phone on his desk and stood there silently as the doctor on the other end of the line told me that my mother, Renee had passed away in hospital as a result of severe bodily injuries and head trauma that she suffered from a car accident. A drunken driver had run a red light and T-boned her car. Phil, her husband and my step-father, survived.
I was numb after that. I didn't return to work, and flew straight out of Seattle to Phoenix last night. To be honest, I didn't feel anything. I didn't cry. I just felt… empty. My mother and I hadn't spoken in over 5 years. She was too busy leading the life she wished she'd had when she was in her twenties. Instead, she had given birth to me and then left myself and my father shortly after. Our relationship wasn't exactly what you would consider a normal mother daughter relationship. So in one way, I guess I didn't even know what I was supposed to be grieving for, considering I had never had it in the first place.
Charlie, my father, didn't come to the funeral. Not because he wasn't upset. He just wanted to deal with it in his own way, by himself. I take after my father in that way. I had always been independent and I never needed anyone for anything. It's a way of life that I had become accustomed to. And I really didn't see anything better. I was happy. Sure my life lacked a few things, a sex life especially, but who didn't go though a dry spell every now and then?
Pfft, who was I kidding? 3 years was more than a dry spell. It was a fucking drought. I looked up around me, suddenly realizing I was in the hotel bar of the Mondrian Hotel Phoenix and that now was not the time to go off into one of my daydreams, and start talking to myself, which I tended to do when I was deep in thought. I looked around, the crowd surprisingly small. I thought for a Friday night, that there would be more people around.
"Another one, please?" I tried to find my voice but it came out croaky and hoarse. The bartender, James, looked up, a little startled, and refilled my shot glass. "Thank you". He looked at me and smiled politely. He was alright looking. He had long blonde hair which was smoothed back into a low pony tail. And he was buff. I could see it under his long sleeve white collared shirt. Maybe he could break my drought for me? Hmm, I thought to myself. I wonder how many sad pathetic women try to pick him up after a few drinks. I grabbed a handful of bar nuts and stuffed them into my mouth, chewing away feverously as I resolved to never be one of those sad pathetic drunk women.
I began allowing myself to travel off into my disturbing thoughts when a man cleared his throat behind me with a very loud cough. His voice seemed so close to my ear that it actually scared me and I began choking on the peanuts in my mouth, spluttering and even spitting a few out onto poor James. What I assumed was the same man that coughed began to pat me on the back and chuckle softly. I turned around to see who this man was and my jaw dropped. A tall figure, about 6 foot, stood before me. His skin was a creamy pale colour, and he was wearing a grey long sleeved knit sweater and dark denim jeans. Just like with James, he had subtle but strong muscles along his arms and a stocky torso that I could see underneath his clothing.
I coughed one last time into my fisted up hand.
"Excuse me, a glass of water for the lady?" I looked up and realized he was talking to the bartender, who seemed to be quite intimidated by this guy, running to get me a glass of water and placing it before me. I swiveled around on my bar stool and grabbed the glass, drinking it in one go.
"Are you okay?" The stranger questioned. I simply nodded, not sure why he was standing next to me, or why he even cared.
"Is this seat taken?" He gestured towards to bar stool next to me, waiting.
I shook my head, trying to find my voice "No, no… it's not- No you can sit there. If you want, I mean…" I started blurting out complete crap. Oh shit, was I nervous? You hit the nail on the head, James. This guy was intimidating.
"I'm Edward Cullen. Sorry to give you a startle like that… I just couldn't help but notice you and I guess I was trying to get your attention. Not how I had intended it to happen, though" He looked at me and smiled.
It was only then that I noticed the piercing emerald green eyes that stared back at me. I felt like I could see into his soul. Damn, that was the Cuervo talking and I knew it. I looked straight back at him, admiring his bronze shade of hair that was messed up in all the right places.
"My name is Isabella Swan. But, call me Bella." I smiled. I was trying to be coy and flirty, but I wasn't sure how well I was doing. I wasn't sure if I even knew how to flirt. But this guy was hot. I would flirt if it killed me.
He smiled politely and ordered a Corona with lime.
"Rough Day?" He questioned and I was a little confused. Did I look that shocking? He seemed to pick up on my confusion and gestured towards the empty shot glass in front of me.
"Oh… Um, yeah. You have no idea…" I looked down and began to twirl the shot glass around in my fingers, absent mindedly.
"Oh yeah, and why is that?" He asked. I looked over at him and was a little taken aback by how much he seemed to be genuinely interested.
"Um… I buried my mother today" I had no idea why I spurted that out and frankly I had no idea how he was going to respond.
"Wow, I am really sorry to hear about that"
"It's okay… It's... Her and I… we were complicated you know?" I looked up at him with a slight smile and I hoped that he wouldn't ask me about it anymore.
"Life is certainly complicated, Bella." He reached over and placed his hand on top of one of my hands that were resting on the bar. I looked up at him as he gently caressed the top of my hand with his thumb. The feeling that pulsated through my body stirred me up more that I had thought it would. I couldn't believe how much I instantly wanted this guy. It was so unlike me.
We sat there for a few moments, his hand over mine, and to my surprise it wasn't awkward at all. Although he was intimidating, I felt very safe with him. I sort of felt like I trusted him. And I wanted him to do very bad things to me with that hand. I coughed to distract myself from my thoughts, and he must have read that as a hint and took his hand away from mine, ordering another beer.
"I love corona's." I suddenly had this urge to hold his attention and keep him from leaving.
"Really? I didn't peg you as the type to drink beer?" He questioned.
I reached over, grabbed his bottle of beer and took a slow sip. I made sure to lick the mouth of the bottle a little bit when I had finished, hoping to be just a tiny bit seductive. I placed the bottle back in front of him and he chuckled, shaking his head from side to side.
"The first mouthful always tastes the best" I smiled smugly.
"I don't doubt that…" He trailed off, eyeing me curiously. He seemed like he was deep in thought, pondering something important. I looked down to make sure I didn't have any peanut crumbs on me, and brushed off my pants. I wasn't wearing anything too suggestive. I was still dressed for my mother's funeral after all. A cream, long sleeve sheer blouse, black business pants and black stilettos.
I don't know what it was, but I suddenly had this surge of confidence. Like, I knew what I wanted and I was going to get it. I stood my back up straight and turned to him bravely.
"So where are you from?"
"I'm from Seattle. I'm here on business actually, just for the weekend. What about you?"
"I'm actually from Seattle too… Here for the funeral, obviously. But I'm an editor for a publishing company. I go home tomorrow morning"
"Oh yeah?" He seemed to ponder that over for a bit, so I took this as an opportunity to get another drink.
"Would you like to do a shot with me?" I hoped he would say yes. If he said yes to a shot, he might say yes to other things I wanted to share with him…
He looked up at me and squinted his eyes, still obviously thinking. I smiled back at him, raising an eyebrow to get some sort of response from him.
"Sure… why not? Although, just the one… I have an early start tomorrow"
I ordered too shots of Cuervo and then realized I didn't even know what business he was here for.
"So, what do you do Edward?"
"I'm actually a doctor. I work at Seattle Children's Hospital. I'm here for a conference. I have to make a speech tomorrow in front of the top 200 Doctor's in the country."
"Shit! I mean… Wow I would be a nervous wreck if I were you. I hate speaking in public". He was a doctor. Well, If I wasn't intimidated before, I am now. This guy was definitely out-of-my-league.
"I don't mind it. I see it as a challenge" He mused.
"Well," I said, holding up my shot glass "Here's to life's challenges". He clinked his glass against mine and we both swallowed the golden liquid in one go. He seemed like a really genuine person. Granted, I had only known him for all of 20 minutes, but I just felt really connected to him. I know how lame that sounds but I'm more than a little tipsy ok?
We sat there for a little while longer before I finally mustered up my last ounce of courage and just spat it out before there was no going back.
"So, I was wondering… Would you like to come up to my room for some coffee or something?" I had no idea how to do what I was doing. I had never done it before. Hell, I had only slept with 2 people in my whole life, and neither had been initiated by me. I just said what I had always heard people say in the movies. "Coffee" was like the universal code word for "sex" wasn't it? Damn, I knew I was failing at this, hard.
"Listen, Bella…" He started. He seemed apprehensive but he also looked like he was battling with himself over something in his head. I realized that I was about to be horribly rejected, so I started to babble.
"I mean, if you don't like coffee… There is always tea. I think I even saw some green tea sachets by the mini bar. And… there is also the tap water and I think there's orange juice in the fridge…"
My whole face was going a complete shade of deep red, I could just feel it. What the hell was I thinking? Of course he didn't want to have sex with me. God, I felt so stupid. I looked away from him and put my face in the palms of my hands, trying to hide my embarrassment.
I chanced a peak through my fingers at the God in front of me. He seemed somewhat amused by my demeanor but refrained from laughing at me. I bet it took all the strength in his body to not laugh at me. God, I was pathetic. I lifted my head, and he reached out to place the palm of his hand against my cheek, bringing my face towards his.
"I would love to stay here a little longer and get to know you. But I have to be up really early to prepare for my speech." I sighed as he searched in his inner jacket pocket and handed me his business card.
"If you would ever like to catch up again, in Seattle, I would really like that, Bella"
I had to try my best to hide my excitement and come across as indifferent but I was sure he could see right through me. I reached out to grab the card before he pulled it away from me, holding it just out of my reach. I looked up at him quizzically and he smiled with his lips ever so slightly toward one side of his face, exposing his pristine white teeth just a tiny bit
"There is something you should know about me first".
Oh great, he was married. Perfect ending to an even better day. What was I thinking? How could this guy NOT be married, he was like a fucking God. I couldn't hide my dismay and I lowered my hand to my lap, not expecting to get the card back.
"I think it is safe to assume that, I am not the type of guy you would regularly go for, and I'm also going to warn you that you will most likely be stepping out of your comfort zone with me…" He eyed me up and down with a smug look on his face that made me flush a deep crimson red. I had NO idea what he was trying to allude to.
"But, I think you seem like the type of girl who is ready to try something new. A new challenge." He concluded, slowly moving his hand back in my direction. He lifted my hand off my lap and placed the card in my palm. I felt a bolt of electricity surge through me in that moment and I was shocked that this man had such an affect on me. He gave me another crooked smile before lifting up his laptop case and swinging it over his shoulder. For a brief moment I saw an exposed piece of flesh on his lower abdomen as his arms lifted up to get the strap across his shoulders. And, oh my god… is that his snail trail?
"I hope to hear from you, soon. It was a pleasure to meet you Isabella." He reached out to shake my hand and then walked off towards the elevator. I was pretty sure my jaw was literally on the flaw. I couldn't even move, my right hand still extended out in shaking mode. I looked down at the card in my hand. It was simple. Plain Black cursive font spelled out his name, Edward Cullen and a contact phone number. That was it. Could this man have any more mystery about him?
I sat there for a few more moments thinking about what had just happened. Had I really asked this man, this completely gorgeous stranger back to my room? What was I thinking? And why was I a little bit hurt that he had turned me down? Well, he didn't really turn me down, did he? Of course he did. He didn't want to come up to my room. That was definitely a NO in my books. But he did give me his card. And he said that he would like to see me again. I was confused. This wasn't something I was used to dealing with. I wasn't used to dealing with men at all. I would definitely need my roommates to decipher the man-language when I got back home.
I sighed. The bartender made his way down towards me
"Last drinks Miss. We are closing in 10 minutes. Would you like one more?" I looked at my watch to see it was 12:50am. Christ.
"Sure". The bartender poured me my last shot. I didn't need it. Surely if I was tipsy enough to ask a complete stranger to have sex with me, I definitely didn't need another drink. But the realisation of what happened hit me petty hard and I needed something to knock these thoughts out of my head. I placed the business card in my evening purse, swallowed the last shot of tequila and slapped some money down on the bench before I headed back toward my room, barely able to walk in a straight line.
I made it to my room easily enough. I placed my purse on the counter. I quickly took off my watch and jewelry and collapsed onto the bed, too tired and tipsy to get changed.
I was glad this day was over, that's for sure. Tomorrow, I could try to forget everything about Edward Cullen and write it off as a nice but somewhat embarrassing ending to a horrible day. Tomorrow, I would be back in Seattle, back in my apartment that I shared with my two best friends, Tomorrow, I would be back at work and tomorrow, I would back to my normal life.
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