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The Homeless Guy In The Penthouse Upstairs

Chapter 15


Edward pulled me into his arms, and kissed the top of my head before he stood up and walked to the other side of the room and braced himself against the wall. We were silent, neither of us looking at the other. "I'm sorry. I'm so terribly sorry that had to happen to someone as wonderful and beautiful and perfect as you. It shouldn't happen to anyone." he said finally.

I shrugged, looking out the window at the city. "It made me who I am today. In some ways I'm glad it happened. It gave me a new perspective on life and how the world really works." After I was finally able to function on my own again Rosalie took me to visit a home for women who had suffered from domestic violence, just as I had. I had a bond with those women that not a lot of others had. We were survivors. We had gotten ourselves out of relationships that could have killed us.

When I looked at back at him he was just staring at me. "What?" I asked self consciously.

"Your so perfect. Maybe even too perfect. What did I do to get lucky enough to have you in my life?" he said softly, still staring at me, like he was trying to memorize me. "I love you."

"I love you too." I said, but I was waiting for him to say something else.

He knew what I was thinking and he sighed and dropped his head. "I'm sorry. I can't. I want to, but I can't."

"Why not?" I asked. "Whats stopping you from just telling me? You know you can trust me, you know I'm not going to hurt you."

"I haven't talked about it with anyone. Not even with Arlene and Jerry. I'm trying, I really am. Remember when I told you I wanted to be a writer and I was on the swim team in high school?" I nodded. "Even saying that was rough. Arlene and Jerry don't even know that. They just knew that I was on the streets because something happened to me and I needed help. That's all they knew and they never asked for more, so I never told them."

"Do you think you need to talk to someone? Like a therapist or something to help you open up and get used to talking about it?"

Edward shook his head, "No. I wasn't a prostitute and I was never raped," I flinched at the word, but I had thought about it before. I thought that might have been one of the reasons that he hadn't wanted to tell me. It was a legitimate reason, I would know. "I just went through a really rough time and I couldn't pull out of it for a long time. And when I did, I wasn't in a position where I could help myself. Not until you came along."

I smiled at him. I knew I wasn't going to get the answers I wanted out of him, not today and probably not for a while, and as much as that burned, I was just going to have to deal with it. I did feel better about telling him what had happened. I felt like I had just crossed one of the many bridges that we were going to have to pass over before we could be truly happy and content. But there was still one last thing that he didn't answer.

"You don't have to tell me what happened to you before, but I need to know what happened to you last night. Who hurt you?" I asked.

His expression turned steely and he shook his head. "It was nobody. It was all a misunderstanding." he said, but I knew he was lying, but I didn't say anything else.

The buzz about Alice's new line was beginning to spread around the city, as well as internationally. Designers who had once blown Alice off because they didn't agree with her new ideas were now calling and trying to get into the show as well as the after party gala. When Alice told me about all the calls that her assistant was getting, she had a smug smile on her face and told me she wasn't going to send them an invite. The show was sold out already anyway and it was only March fifteenth.

Alice had another billboard go up, but this time Jacob was on it instead of Edward and I.

Jacob had been working with Edward on his walking skills since he was heading up the show and if I had to say, Edward was very good at walking, especially with the smoldering look he had perfected during his sessions with Jake.

Edward and I had hit a wall back in January. After the first billboard revealing and the fight that we had gotten into, our first real fight, we tried to keep things simple. No more behind my back billboards, and no more me silently trying to push him into telling me things that he didn't want me to know. He promised me that someday, no matter where we were in our lives that he would tell me when he was ready to talk about it.

I inwardly rooted for that day to come faster.

Besides that, things between us were good again.

"I'm so bored!" Rosalie groaned from the couch next to me. She was laying down watching television, her legs on my lap as I read my book. She slapped the book out of my hands. "Lets go out." she said.

I shook my head. She knew I hated going out with her. We usually ended up getting really drunk and she would find some guy for the night and leave me stumbling around trying to figure out a way home. "Why don't you call Emmett?"

"He has a big project that he needs to finish before tomorrow, so he said he won't be able to do anything tonight. Unless he meets up with us somewhere later? And Edward can come too."

Alice was spending the night in her office tonight, she too had something that she was working on. She wouldn't tell me what it was but she recently took my measurements so I'm assuming that she's working on our dresses for the big gala next month, but all she told me was that she was on the verge of a breakthrough. Usually whenever Rose wanted to go out, Alice was more than willing to take the place of wing-woman for me, but tonight I had no excuses.

"Rose, you know how much I hate clubs."

She groaned and rolled her eyes. "God, Bella. Just because you can't handle your shit sometimes, doesn't mean that you have to ruin my night too."

"You're such a bitch sometimes, you know that? It's times like this when I question why I'm friends with you."

"Its because you love me, get over it. We are going out. I'm calling Edward and Emmett, and we are going to have a fuck-tastic time."

"There's a new one. 'Fuck-tastic,'" I smirked. "Have you ever thought about writing your own dictionary?"

"Your so fucking funny Swan."

"I am, aren't I?"

She blew me a kiss before she grabbed her cell phone and going into her room to get ready. I should probably do the same before she comes out and punches me or something.

I stepped into my closet and went to my skirt drawer pulling out a tight short black skirt that Rosalie bought for me, and then pulled a teal scoop neck off a hanger and set it next to the skirt.

I ran to the bathroom, pulled my hair up and put on some makeup before putting on my outfit. The sleeves of the shirt were short and fluttery and the bottom sides were longer than the front of the back. I looped a long gold necklace around my neck twice and pulled on my most comfortable pair of pumps and stepped out of my room.

Rosalie was putting on earrings in the hallway mirror and turned to me and smiled. "I knew that skirt would come in handy one day."

I rolled my eyes and we left, locking up the apartment behind us. When we got to the club, there was a long line to get in, but Rosalie, being herself, waved at the bouncer and he lifted up the red velvet rope.

The man was tall and broad muscled, like when he wasn't here guarding the door he was at the gym. "'Evening Rosie," he said in a deep voice and smiled, his straight white teeth a contrast against his dark skin tone. Rosalie leaned up and whispered something in his ear and he nodded and wrote something down on his clipboard. "Enjoy yourself tonight," he winked at me as he closed off the entrance again and I smiled back shyly.

"I'm guessing you come here often?" I asked her as we walked down the long dark hallway with neon splatters lighting the way, the music growing louder and louder.

She shrugged. "I guess. Tyrone is a huge fan," she said.


"I'm not sure if that's his real name, but he reminds me of a Tyrone and he lets me call him that, so there you go."

she pushed open the double doors and I was hit with a blast of heat. Below us were probably a hundred or so people on the dance floor. From the view above them they looked like a wave as they moved against each other.

There were booths here on the second floor as well as a bar that had bottles stocked all the way to the ceiling. On the other side of the room there was another spiral staircase that led up to what looked like a VIP area. It was like a loft with its own few booths, a table and couches and what looked like its own bar.

Rosalie grabbed my hand and pulled me towards the bar where she caught the attention of the bartender immediately, earning glares from the other people sitting, and ordered two drinks that I had never heard of. Minutes later they were in her hand. The perks of being a well known model. It was like walking around with Heidi Klum or Miranda Kerr.

She handed one to me and stood there thinking for a moment. "Heres to... love and falling in love. To finding the right person that you could possibly want to spend the rest of your life with. I think we have both found those people in our lives, don't you think?"

"I'll drink to that," I said. "But that seems a little sentimental for the moment, don't you? The location really isn't fitting."

"I really don't give a fuck," she said and threw back her drink, I laughed and followed suit. We set our empty glasses down on the bar and she led me down the grand stair case to the dance floor.

The base seemed to move through the concrete floor and up into my bones, sinking into my chest. My whole body vibrated with the music and I rocked to the beat. My eyes closed and the songs seemed to pass by. Every now and then some guy would try to start dancing with me, but Rosalie was always there to step in, and I the same for her.

When a pair of arms wrapped around me and Rosalie didn't step in, I knew immediately who they belonged to. I sunk into his body and we moved with each other. He kissed my neck and whispered in my ear, "I missed you today, love," I responded by grabbing one of this hands that was placed on my hips and bringing it up to my lips and kissing his palm gently.

The bass dropped to something heavier and slower and Edward's hips moved accordingly. I was shocked, I never would have expected him to know how to dance like this. He put pressure on my hips, pushing them back toward his and slowly rolled me just where he wanted me. He was in control, and I was surprised at my willingness to let him be. I knew that if I wanted it, I could take control. But at this moment, with him pulling the strings of my body like a puppet, I was content. He began to grip and grab onto my skirt, hiking it up slowly, but surely. I giggled and pulled it back down, "You're pulling up my skirt, darling," I said and his head fell against my shoulder.

"Sorry, it's been a while since the last time I've danced like this."

I laughed and I grabbed his hands, his fingers lacing through mine and put them back on my hips, pushing down and guiding myself in the direction that I wanted to go and he followed compliantly. He didn't seem to mind at all, judging by what I felt poking me in my lower, lower back.

Our hips rolled and swayed to the beat of the song, its lusty undertones pushing us further. By the end, there was a deep burning in my thighs but I didn't want to stop. I just wanted to be in this moment forever, locked in Edward's arms, moving against him like this.

When the song changed, it was like the club did a complete three sixty. It went from slow, erotic, hot and heavy, to hard and fast. I believe the song was called Bangarang.

The change in pace didn't cause Edward to pause for a minute. He was back in control pushing me where he thought I needed to be and he was doing even better than before. No more sweaty hands pushing up on my skirt. It was all in the hips and his hands roaming over my body.

When the song was over I felt like my legs had turned to jello, and I turned to Edward wrapping my arms around his neck, pulling him down to me. I locked my lips to his, biting down and pulling on his bottom lip before releasing it. He closed the small amount of distance between us and placed one of his hands on my neck, turning my face up to his. My mouth opened slightly and he took advantage of the situation, placing his lips on mine and slipping tongue against mine. I moaned and he swerved his hips against mine, his arousal clearly evident.

When we broke away from each other we both grinned at each other. His face was flushed from the kiss and the heat of the club, his hair sticking up in all crazy directions. His pale skin shone with sweat in the flashing lights, the colors making his teeth gleam. There was something dark and twinkling in his eyes- lust filled excitement.

I looked up and around the room. The ceiling was tall and vaulted, like the had taken all the other floors of the building and just created one large room. My eyes landed on Rosalie swinging her arms like and idiot from the balcony of the VIP area. She gestured for us to come up so Edward and I pushed through the crowd to get to the stairs that were towards the front by the DJ. When we reached the top of the spiral staircase we saw Rosalie sitting in one of the big plush chairs with a drink in her hand.

"I'm telling you guys, all I would have to do is film you guys dancing and then making out like that, sell it to a bunch of prepubescent boys and boom, millions in my hands." she said shaking her head. "Do Emmett and I look that fucking hot whenever we have little bouts of PDA?" she asked honestly.

I bit my lip and shook my head. They looked like two animals in heat that just wanna get it on. Which is great for them, but for everyone else...

Edward kissed my head. "I'll be right back," he said and walked back down the stairs in the direction of the bathroom.

"So, do you still hate clubs?" Rosalie asked with a knowing look on her face.

I shrugged. "Its hot and smells like BO and perfume, but I have to admit that I love dancing now." I said with a shy smile.

"I had no idea homeless guy had those kinds of moves on him. That was hot." she said.

I laughed and nodded. "I know, I was shocked. He said that it had been a long time since he had danced, but I guess its like riding a bike."

"A sexy as fuck bike." she said taking another sip of her drink. Rose reached into her top and pulled out her phone that was lighting up. "Shit, I gotta take this," she said and ran over what looked like a closet and pulled the door shut behind her.

I sighed, all alone, and walked over to one of the booths and sat down, playing with the table cloth.

I heard footsteps coming up the stairs and looked up to see who it was, it was Emmett, wearing a white v-neck t-shirt that pulled over his taught muscles. When he reached me he said, "Hi,"

I smiled up at him, "Hey," I was about to tell him where Rosalie was, but he stopped me by sticking out his hand like he wanted a handshake.

"I don't think we have been properly introduced."

My eyebrows furrowed and I looked up at him confused. "What are you talking about? Of course we have, you're Emmett McCarty, Rosalie's boyfriend who owns a garage downtown." I said plainly.

He smiled and shook his head. "All of that is true, but McCarty isn't actually my last name, its my middle name. My name is Emmett Cullen." he said and I froze. "I'm Edward's older brother."

"Emmett," I turned and looked up to see Edward standing at the top of the stairs. "What are you doing?" he stood there with his hands clenched into fists. His dark green button down shirt matched his dark green eyes.

He turned around and crossed his arms over his chest. "I told you, if you didn't tell them, I was going to. I gave you a month and a half and you didn't do anything. They deserve to know."

"It's not your place to tell them! I was going to tell them when I was ready." Edward replied running his hands through his hair.

"Honestly I did you a favor. Would you rather have mom show up and then tell them everything?" Emmett asked.

"What are you talking about, Emmett? Mom has nothing to do with this."

Emmett sighed. "Yes she does, and so does dad. They came over to my apartment the other day and I had to run to work. They were still there and mom went through my office. She found all your information, and she wants to talk to you."

Edward began to tug on his hair. "Fuck, Emmett, I don't want to talk them, I don't even want to talk to you, but especially not them." he collapsed into a chair and hid his face in his hands.

"She's going to stop by your apartment sometime tomorrow afternoon." he said, "She wants to surprise you."

"Then why are you telling me all of this?"

"Because your my brother, and I care about you,"

Edward laughed once, like what Emmett said was complete bullshit. "Thanks," he said and stood up, shaking his head like he was trying to clear it of something. "I'm sorry Bella," he said to me, his face pained. "This isn't how I wanted this to go down. I'm so sorry, I have to go."

"What's going on?" Rosalie asked, standing against the door of the closet she had been standing in.

Edward let out a deep breath. "Ask your boyfriend," he said and turned on his heal, heading down the stairs.

I looked between Emmett and Rosalie, who were staring at each other, before I realized what Edward was doing, he was running away. I couldn't let him go without talking to him first.

"Edward!" I yelled, but he didn't turn around. He just kept walking, shoving through the throngs of people before he reached the door. "Edward, please wait! Talk to me, please,"

He shoved through the front door and I followed him, running to match his pace. I caught up to him, grabbing onto his arm. "Bella, I cant talk to you right now," he said, his head turned down.

"Please, Edward," I whispered.

He ran a hand down his face and pulled us into an alley where he shoved me up against the wall. His arms were on either side of me, trapping me there. He pressed his lips against mine then he traveled down my neck and to my collarbone, gently nipping and kissing. "Edward," I gasped, "Stop." I pushed against him and he backed up to the other side of the alley, sliding his back down the wall.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," he muttered over and over again. "This wasn't how it was supposed to go. They said they never wanted to see me again, why would they want to now? They made it perfectly clear, they are changing everything. It can't be like this."

I crouched down next to him, "Edward, honey, what are you talking about?"

"My parents," he stuttered out, "They said they never wanted to see me again, they cut off all contact with me, why are they here now? Why does she want to see me?"

So everything that Emmett had said was true then, this confirmed it. I knew Emmett looked familiar. They had similar facial structure, they same shape of the eyes and nose. Could it have been Emmett who had caused the bruising on his face?

"She's your mother, she still loves you. You couldn't do anything to her that would make her stop loving you. Its impossible."

He shook his head, "No its not, its not impossible. After everything that happened I understood why she didn't want to see me again, thats why I never put up a fight. I just did as I was told."

"Edward, you know I love you, you can tell me what happened, I can tell you need to talk about this right now."

"I wanna go home," he said and when he looked at me, it was like I was looking at a different person. It was like I was looking at a little boy who had just been dropped somewhere, not knowing what to do or how to make it. His eyes were tearing up and I pulled him up into my arms.

"We'll get you home and then we can talk about everything. Okay?"

He nodded, and when we got into a cab, he rested his head on my shoulder, falling asleep.

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