Author's Note: So, this story has been in the works for a long time. I'm finally starting to post it. Please note, the story does contain adult content. A lot of it. There are pairings other than just BxE, but it is ultimately a BxE story. It will be vulgar at times and extremely x-rated. There will be no shortage of lust and jealously, and eventually love. The first half of this story, I'm ashamed to say, is mostly based on real life events, but mine didn't have a happy ending.
The chapters will be a little short for now and will usually go back and forth between Edward and Bella.
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What Wicked Games We Play
I really don't even know how it all started. It was just one thing at a time, and then it just kept getting more and more intense. Sometimes I felt like I didn't even know myself anymore. I used to be a good girl, for the most part. I was an A-B student at the University of Washington. I worked, I studied, and I occasionally played. I dated my fair share of men, but none of them had the effect on me that Edward had.
I guess it really began when we first met. It was my Junior year of college. I had been in downtown Seattle meeting my friend, Alice, for dinner. She was my best friend, well, she used to be. We were inseparable. We were two single girls, who enjoyed everything life had to offer. No matter what crazy things I did, Alice was always there, she never walked away from me, or our friendship. I guess maybe that is why I never expected her to leave.
Alice and I had talked too much and for too long, so by the time I was leaving dinner to head to work, I was running late. Alice worked right downtown at a Starbucks. I worked further North of town in the University Village. I had been working at the Gap store since I started at UW. It sort of paid my bills, and the discount on clothing was great. It was really just my style. I liked solid colors, and neutral colors. I was sort of a plain person, the majority of the time.
I really didn't have a care in the world as I sped down the interstate heading for work. That is, until, I saw the blue flashing lights in my rearview mirror.
"Shit! If I'm late again, I'm going to get written up, again. I pulled my old, but faithful, truck to the right shoulder of the road and waited. I waited for a long time. I mean, really, didn't this guy have better things to do. I knew I did.
The officer finally approached my driver's side window which I had already cranked down. The officer shined a bright light inside my window, directly in my eyes. I held my hand up to block the light. "Is that really necessary?" I asked.
"License, registration and proof of insurance ma'am."
I looked back into the light, as if it were summoning me. I desperately wanted to put a face with the velvety intoxicating voice. I handed the officer the information he requested, which I, of course, had ready and waiting five minutes ago.
The officer glanced down and focused the light on my driver's license. "Isabella, why are you going so fast?"
I could see him then. He was beautiful, breathtaking even. His gorgeousness stole my pre-planned words straight from the confines of my sealed lips. I stuttered, searching for the words I carried moments ago.
"I...I'm sorry. I'm just running late to work." I looked up at his copper colored hair, as I enjoyed the way the moonlight danced off it's various disheveled ends.
"Do you have any prior speeding tickets, Isabella?"
"Uh, no sir. My dad is the Chief of Police, in Forks."
He laughed at me, but I didn't care. It sounded like an angel singing. His velvety voice had me completely transfixed.
"Isabella, this is Seattle. I don't care who your daddy is. He could be the Chief of Police of Forks, Spoons and Knives, it doesn't matter here."
I looked down, embarrassed. "Yes sir."
"Sit tight, Ms. Swan."
I nodded my head and began to wait impatiently for his return.
When he did finally return, he held out his hand with my driver's license and registration in it. My fingers brushed his when I reached for the documents. A spark of electricity was shared between us, so strong, that you could actually see it in the dark night. We both looked at each other, apologetically. "I'm sorry," I offered. "My sweater has a lot of static."
The officer smiled the most beautiful crooked smile I had ever seen. I lost my breath.
"Don't let it happen again," he teased.
I giggled hesitantly as I placed my driver's license and registration back in my small purse.
"Slow down, Miss Swan. I'd hate to see such a beautiful girl in an accident."
I gasped at his compliment. I looked up just in time to see the name plate on his uniform as he turned away from me.
The velvety-voiced and sex oozing officer walked back to his patrol car. I fumbled with my keys, dropping them once, before finally locating them in the floor board and starting my truck. I stared at the blue lights in my rear view mirror for as long as they were visible. A wave of sadness washed over me when I realized I could no longer see the blue flashing lights that symbolized Officer Cullen.
Two weeks passed, and although I hadn't forgotten my run in with the law, it wasn't the only thing on my mind anymore.
On this night, my girlfriends and I were celebrating the end of the semester with drinks and dancing at a local hole in the wall bar. The bar, Silvers, played country music until 11:00 p.m. After 11:00 p.m., it was top 40 music and hip-hop. The bar offered free beer until 11:00 p.m.; therefore, attracting all sorts of people. My friends and I enjoyed the free beer as we gave our best attempts at line dancing around the square shaped dance floor.
I eventually had to excuse myself from my friends to use the ladies' room. Upon exiting the restroom, I stopped at a side bar to purchase a cold beer, as it was after 11:00 p.m. Just as the bartender was about to hand me my drink, an arm stretched around me from the right, taking it.
"Thank you, Isabella." I didn't have to turn around to see who stole my beer. I still recalled the velvet-like voice as if it were yesterday. Instead of turning to look at Officer Cullen, I purchased myself another beer.
I turned around to face him, beer in hand. "It's Bella."
"Well, thank you for the beer, Bella." He accentuated my name, dragging it out.
"Do you always make girls buy your drinks, Officer?"
"Only girls I'm attracted to," he said confidently.
Oh my, I thought. I felt the heat rushing to my cheeks. "I better get back to my friends. Enjoy your beer," I said before walking off towards the dance floor.
As I danced along with my friends, I tried to ignore the fact that he was in the room. I didn't have to know where he was to know that he was watching me. I could feel it. I could feel his eyes on me.
It was nearly 2:00 a.m. when my friends and I stumbled out of the bar, feeling all too warm and cozy inside. Officer Cullen was standing outside.
"Ladies, may I walk you to your car?" he asked.
All of my friends, except me, replied with an eager, "Sure!"
They giggled at the cute copper haired man that led them to their car. Before I took my seat in the back of Alice's car, Officer Cullen grabbed my wrist, preventing me from getting in.
"I'll see that Bella gets home safely. You girls go ahead."
My eyes grew large, surely they looked doe-like to him. I looked to my friends for help. They only giggled, seemingly happy for me. They waved goodbye almost immediately. I cursed them all under my breath, as I wondered what I was getting myself into.
Officer Cullen held the door to his black truck open for me. I hesitated before taking his hand to climb inside. "I...I don't even know your name."
"Edward. Edward Cullen." I could feel his breath on my neck and it sent a shiver over my body. I climbed inside the truck, and Edward gently closed the door.
We didn't speak at all on the way to my apartment. I guess I wasn't surprised when I realized I hadn't told him where I lived.
"Do you live alone?" he asked as we pulled into the parking garage.
"Yes." I realized, too late, that I probably shouldn't have said that.
"Don't look so frightened. I'm not going to hurt you, Bella."
I smiled shyly, wishing I had more liquid courage. He was so disarming. I wouldn't normally let a stranger take me home, but he was different. There was something about him that I just couldn't turn away from. Besides, we weren't technically strangers, any more.
I didn't exactly invite him in, but I didn't close the door behind myself either. He followed me inside. I apologized for the mess, as I still hadn't quite unpacked everything.
Edward studied my tiny apartment for a while before noticing the large balcony outside.
"Do you want to sit outside?" he asked.
"Sure. Would you like a beer?"
I grabbed two beers form the fridge and headed outside to the balcony with Edward. We sat in my patio chairs, the moonlight cascading down us.
"So, Bella, let's play a game."
I laughed at his childishness. "Okay."
Edward gave me a strange look, and I wasn't sure why. "What is it?" I asked.
He looked away from me quickly. "Your laugh, it's beautiful."
He said it so softly, I wasn't sure I heard him. I was grateful that the soft moonlight hid my blush.
"Pepsi or Coca-Cola?" he suddenly asked.
This must be our game. I thought for a moment. "Pepsi."
"Your turn," he said.
I looked at him as I sipped my beer. "Beach or Mountains?"
"Definitely beach," he responded. "Truck or Car?"
"You should know the answer to that," I teased.
He laughed. "You're right. Okay, scratch that. Dog or Cat?"
"Dog. Boxers or briefs?" I asked.
Edward's eyebrow shot up at me. I grinned.
"Boxer briefs. Love or lust?"
"Both," I responded.
"You cannot have both," he said confidently.
"Sure you can."
This started a heated debate. It was obvious to me that Edward didn't believe in love and lust. In fact, he said love was always one sided. Edward insisted that everything was always great in the beginning, when it was new and exciting, but as soon as the girl found someone else that was new and exciting, it would be over.
I disagreed. "You just haven't met the right girl yet," I assured him.
"I've met all kinds of girls. They're all the same."
I was a bit offended by his comment. I guess I never really considered myself to be like other girls. I jumped back into the game to change the mood.
"Early bird or night owl?" I asked.
"Definitely a night owl."
Our little game continued on like this until we noticed the moon had disappeared over the horizon and shades of orange, blue and pink were quickly taking its place. It was morning.
Edward insisted he needed to get home, he said he couldn't sleep when the sun was up. He needed to sleep because he had to work later that day.
I walked him to the door and opened it for him. Edward didn't immediately walk out. In fact, he leaned in very close to my face. His piercing green eyes met mine, my breath hitched, and I nearly stopped breathing all together. I inhaled his scent, and waited, but he never closed the distance between us. He suddenly turned to leave and made his way out the door. It was suddenly quiet, and I felt empty.
Edward disappeared down the hall and around the corner towards the elevator bank. I closed the door and desperately tried to catch my breath. I think I thought he was going to kiss me. I guess I was a little disappointed that he didn't.
I went to sleep that morning wondering if, and when, I would see Officer Cullen again.
A/N: Next one coming soon. Thanks for reading.