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Chapter 5

Flexible Pricing - Method of selling where the prices are open to negotiations between buyers and sellers, and allow for bargaining within a certain range.


"What is taking her so long?" I mutter under my breath through gritted teeth. As every second passes, my body feels more and more tense. The feelings that are boiling inside me are so unfamiliar. I feel like a ticking time bomb.

"It's only been about 45 minutes since she left," McCarty replies.

"That's long enough!" My voice roars through the small, confined space of the limousine.

My eyes are glued to the door I saw Bella walk out of a little less than an hour ago. Call it instinct or whatever, but I feel like she's there often; perhaps she lives there. The animalistic part of me wants to go there and sniff around, literally and figuratively. I want to know more about this woman. I need to figure out what this spell is that she has over me, and I must figure out a way to break it.

I have business to tend to; I can't be spending my days stalking some human.

A morbid thought crosses my mind. I know one way that I could get rid of her...one way to guarantee that she wouldn't cloud my thoughts anymore. Venom fills my mouth with just the thought of Bella's blood on my tongue. I swallow it back, trying to tamper the thoughts that are flooding my mind.

"With all due respect, Sir, how long did it take you?"

"That's none of your damned business!" McCarty knows his limits with me and he should know that he's pushing them right now, but this is uncharted territory.

"Besides, I paid her for the whole night. That's what got us into this mess in the first place. She shouldn't have left," I tell him, rationalizing my behavior and trying to make sense of my own thoughts at the same time.

"Maybe he did, too."


He turns around in his seat, hanging one arm over the back.

"Look, I don't know what this girl has done to you, but I've never seen you act this way about a hooker before. You're usually a 'fuck 'em and leave 'em' kind of guy. So, from that, I have to assume that she's good. Perhaps, you're not the only one who has offered her an extended stay?"

"He couldn't afford it."

"Why do you say that?"

"Did you see the car he was driving? It was a Nissan. I paid her a third of what that car cost to stay the night with me...which is exactly why she owes me."

"Did you tell her when she could leave?"


"So, there was no pre-determined time-frame?"


"Then, I would have to say that she wasn't contractually bound to stay. What time did you notice she was gone? Wait a minute! How did she leave without you knowing in the first place? How did she get passed your fancy, Spidey senses?"

"Enough!" I have had enough of this devil's advocate business McCarty is playing with me. His rational thinking is getting in the way of my agenda for the night.

He turns back around in his seat. "So, how did she get away?"

"I went to hunt," I finally tell him, running a hand through my hair out of frustration, knowing that he's not going to give up.


"Hmmm? What's that supposed to mean?"

"Nothing, just that I probably would've left too, I'm sure she assumed you were finished with her."

Well, I wasn't finished with her. Not by a long shot.

My thoughts are consumed with visions of Bella...the way her body moved above mine, how her breasts felt in my hands...the softness of her curves...the feel of her warmth wrapped around me. I almost don't notice the brunette who steps off the city bus which pulls up next to the curb.

If it wasn't for the red, leather jacket, I might have missed her, because I was still watching for the shoulder-length, black hair I saw earlier.

Without a word to McCarty, I am out of the limo and across the street.

"Where have you been?" I ask, hearing the anger in my voice, but not being able to contain it.

"Excuse me?" she asks, before turning around and seeing who she's speaking to.

When she does turn around, her hair whips around her face revealing the annoyance that is written all over her features. I know she recognizes me by the way her mouth drops open and her eyes go wide...and then wider.

"Mr. Cullen?" Her voice is laden with disbelief. "What are you doing here?"

"You didn't answer my question!"

"I'm sorry?"

"You should be!"

"No, I mean...I don't understand." Her tone is a perfect mixture of confusion and anger.

"It's a simple question, Bella. Where. Have. You. Been?" I ask, slowly enunciating each syllable.

"That's none of your damned business!" Her hands are on her hips, while she looks at me like I have three heads.

"I've been looking for you!"


"For the last three days!"

She lets out a gasp before asking, "Why?"

"You owe me!"

"Are you kidding me?"

"I don't joke around, Bella, especially about money. I paid you for the entire night!"

"You were gone when I woke up!"

This verbal sparring we're engaging in is making me want her even more. The fire that's in her eyes is one of the sexiest things I've seen in a human, and it burns deep inside of her.

"I didn't give you permission to leave!" my voice raises.

"We are not having this conversation! Is that all you came here for, Mr. Cullen?"

"Yes! I mean, no! What have you been doing?" My stomach turns as I take in the scents surrounding me. I smell Bella's fragrance, but it's muddled with something else or, rather, someone else. The odor alone infuriates me.

"I was taking care of business."

"I smell sex all over you!" I spit out, clenching my fists at my side, fighting the urge to just take her by force, but I would rather she go with me willingly.

"That is the nature of the business," Bella says, smirking as the words come out of her mouth.

I grab her waist with both of my hands, quickly pulling her to me.

"We still have some unfinished business of our own," I whisper in her ear.

"Bella," I warn, stepping closer, pressing my body against hers. "It's in your best interests to accompany me back to my suite before I fuck that revolting smell off you right here on the street!"

Being this close to her allows me to not only smell, but feel, Bella's blood rushing through her veins, and it nearly does me in. Her heart is beating rapidly and I'm not sure if it's because she's excited or scared. Either way works for me; I just need to be inside her.

Bella takes a shaky breath and answers, "Take me."

Her words thrill me. I expect her to continue putting up a fight, but something changed in her demeanor when I touched her...the resolve she previously had faded. I'm amazed that I'm able to control my instincts when all I want to do is scoop her up and make a run for the hotel. Instead, I grab her hand and pull her over to the limo.

Probably faster than I should in public, I have Bella in the backseat of my car. McCarty immediately takes off; already knowing his job is to get us to the hotel as quickly as possible. I lean back firmly against my seat, willing myself to calm down. Having Bella in such close proximity is overwhelming my senses...her scent burns down my throat. I feel great relief knowing that she is now with me. However, I can't help but panic at the thought of having sex with her feeling like this. I'm too wound up and I don't want to lose control with her. Not yet, anyway.

I close my eyes only to have them fly open when I feel a tug at my belt buckle. I slowly look down and see Bella's hands quickly and efficiently undoing my belt and slacks. My body freezes when she finally pulls out my throbbing cock and wraps her fingers around it.

"Is this okay?" Bella asks, her voice low and husky.

I know she wouldn't dare suck me off, but I can't help imagining just how fucking amazing it would be to feel her hot mouth take me in.

I stare into the deep chocolate-brown eyes that I now know are natural and nod my head in agreement, as I push the button that raises the privacy divider. I wasn't intending on getting physical in the car, but there's no way I'm turning down Bella's services right now. I desperately need a release and it's like she's read my mind.

Bella moves so that her body is as close as possible to mine, gripping my dick firmly. After moving her hand up and down my shaft a couple of times, she suddenly takes her hand away and brings it to her mouth. Her eyes never leave mine as she deliberately licks her fingers before returning to her task.

The sensations that are taking over my body while Bella pumps my cock are completely new and exhilarating. Every nerve ending is on high alert and every muscle in my body is straining, trying to hold back as much as possible. I can't help the moan that falls from my mouth when Bella's hand circles my tip before squeezing all the way back down even tighter than before. When her other hand starts massaging my balls, I come hard and loud, not caring if McCarty hears. Bella continues to pump me until there is nothing left to give as my body finally relaxes for the first time since she left three days ago.

I watch Bella reach into her purse and grab a few tissues. She cleans her hands before taking my dick, wiping it off, and placing it back inside my pants. Once I'm completely zipped up she looks at me with a prideful smile on her face.

"You looked a little tense," she says, shrugging.

That is the understatement of the fucking year!

Thanks to Bella's exquisite handjob, I'm able to walk more human-like as we enter the hotel lobby and make our way to the elevator. Once we're in the room, Bella turns to face me with her hands on her hips and the fire back in her eyes.

"Do you honestly believe that I still owe you? Is that really why I'm here, to work off a debt?"

I loosen my tie, never taking my eyes off her. "You're here because I want you. Nothing more, nothing less. My body still craves you; I simply haven't reached my fill. And, I paid you for the entire night; I like to get what I pay for."

"Well, let's settle this up then. I don't like owing people," Bella says, as she pulls her shirt over her head, exposing her black lacy bra and more of her creamy white skin.

"Shower," I say, pointing toward the bathroom.


"I don't want to smell someone else on you while I'm fucking you, so I need you to shower first."

Bella looks at me with wide eyes.

"Are you serious?"


"How long do you plan on keeping me? I have other business dealings as well, you know?" she asks, her demeanor turning defensive, as she squares her shoulders up and slides her shirt back down over her head.

"If this is some kind of sick game, you can have the money back!" she huffs out, laughing under her breath. She reaches for her bag and pulls out a wad of cash.

"What are you doing with that?" I ask, anger beginning to bubble up inside me again, but this time for a different reason. I'm angry with her for carrying around that kind of money. It's dangerous.

"It's my money. What do you mean?" Her eyes narrow as she glares back at me.

"I mean that it's dangerous to carry around that kind of cash!"

"Well, it's a lot safer with me than leaving it anywhere in the hell hole I live in, and I haven't been able to make it to the bank just yet. I'm trying to decide what account to put it in...should I diversify...invest it into a high-return CD?" I can tell by the sarcasm dripping from her voice that she is joking, and it pisses me off.

"So, what are you figuring I owe you?" she asks, rhetorically, as she counts off bills from the wad in her hand. "Let's see...you paid me for the night and I left at three, so that's..." Bella continues to do the math, as I watch her, wishing I could shut her up by kissing her mouth.


"Here's a thousand dollars back," she says, holding out a stack of money, not making eye contact with me. There's something else there, something besides anger or annoyance, but I don't know what it is. She's so hard for me to read.

"Bella!" My control is slipping again. The release that I received in the limo ride over here is losing it's effect. I want to be inside her...I have to be. Hopefully, I'll be able to clear my head once I've had her again and we can both go back to business as usual.

"What?" she yells back in response.

"I don't want the money! I want you!" I run my hand through my hair out of frustration. "I need to fuck you and then you can go."

"One orgasm," she says in a bargaining tone.

"Well, you can have as many as you like, but yes, one should be sufficient."

"Deal." Her expression changes. The lids of her eyes lower and she licks her bottom lip, allowing her gaze to travel down my body. She turns around without another word and begins stripping her clothes off, as she makes her way to the bathroom.

When she turns the corner and is out of my sight, I feel an immediate loss from not being able to see her so, I follow her into the bathroom. When she realizes I'm behind her, her eyes look up and meet mine in the large mirror over the sink. Slowly, she turns around and pulls my loosened tie over my head, making quick work of the buttons on my shirt, pulling it out of my pants.

Before unbuckling my belt, she reaches around and turns the shower on, feeling the water until it's just the right temperature. When she has it just where she wants it, she turns again and finishes undressing me. It's such a simple, basic task but it's one of the most sensual things I've ever experienced. Her fingers are graceful and her touch is soft. When our skin makes direct contact, it sends a bolt of electricity through my body and straight to my cock.

Bella grabs my hand and pulls me into the shower behind her. She takes a washcloth from the shelf and lathers it up with a generous amount of body wash. Slowly she begins to wash my body, starting with my chest and working her way out to my arms. When she's finished with me from the waist up, she forces me to turn around, and begins washing my back. I feel every knot of tension, every amount of stress that I have, slowly leaving my body. This is better than any massage or therapy session. I could get used to this.

Last, but definitely not least, she washes down each leg, paying extra attention to my dick that is hard and wanting. She looks up at me coyly, as she strokes up and down, stopping after only a few passes. If she hadn't stopped on her own, I would have stopped her, because I need to be inside her when I come this time. This hunger deep in me that has been building for the last three days will not be sated by another hand job.

Gently, I reach down and grab her arms, pulling her up. Without her stiletto heels on, she barely reaches my shoulders. Her long brown hair is partly wet and sticking to her skin. The dark on light is such a deep contrast and it's beautiful. Normally, I wouldn't take the time to notice and I definitely would never take the time to perform such a menial task as washing someone, but I want to. I want to touch her skin. I want to make her feel as good as she's made me feel. This is all such new territory for me, so I just go on instinct, mimicking how Bella washed me.

I start at her shoulders, gently washing her skin. With one hand, I gather her hair and with the other hand, I lean over her, washing her long, sleek back. My lips are so close to her shoulder. I can't help but brush them against her skin, quickly licking to get a taste. Bella stiffens as she feels my kiss but, as I continue washing her and move back around to the front, she relaxes again.

When I drag the cloth over Bella's breasts, she lets out a soft moan and closes her eyes, her head falling back, exposing her neck. I have to swallow back venom and close my own eyes to re-center myself, regaining control. There's a fine line between losing control sexually and losing control of my instincts. I've crossed that line in the past, but I don't want tonight to be like that.

Bella opens her eyes when my movements stop. She slowly raises her head up, looking intently into my eyes. The desire I felt earlier to kiss Bella's lips is back, and it nearly knocks me over. She bites down on her bottom lip, as if she's fighting off the same desire.

Quickly, she takes the cloth from my hand and finishes washing down her body. Standing in the warmth of the water, she rinses herself. When she's finished, I reach behind her and turn the water off.

Grabbing a towel, I use it to dry the ends of Bella's hair, before wrapping it around her. I hurry and dry myself, desperate to fuck her, and preferably not on this bathroom floor.

I scoop Bella up in my arms and carry her to the bedroom, tossing her onto the bed. A squeal escapes her and she quickly covers her mouth with her hands. Her eyes are wide and surprised. The first real smile that I've smiled in a long time spreads across my face. I pull Bella's hands away from her mouth and hold them above her head, wanting to see her face. With my other hand, I spread her legs and run my middle finger against her pussy to see if she's wet, and I'm not surprised to see that she is. I push two fingers inside, feeling her walls already contracting.

Not being able to wait any longer, I kneel between her legs and pull Bella's hips up to meet mine.

"Are you ready?" I'm not really asking, just letting her know I'm getting ready to fuck her. Hard.

"Yes," she moans, leaving her hands above her head.

I quickly sheath my dick with a condom and, without further notice, thrust forward, driving into her, making her tits bounce with each movement. Bella's entire body is on full display for my viewing pleasure, and what a pleasure it is. The sight of our joined bodies along with the sounds of our sex are enough to make me climax alone. Bella's terms from earlier comes back to me and I'm not ready for this to be over, so I slow my pace.

I direct my focus onto Bella. Reaching between our bodies, I begin to stroke her clit. Bella pushes against my hand, changing the position we're in and it feels amazing. As she grinds against me, I feel her pussy tighten around my dick. The muscles in her legs begin quivering and Bella reaches out, tightly grasping the bedspread under her. Her mouth opens, but no sound comes out, as the upper portion of her body arches off the bed.

Watching Bella ride out her orgasm is a stunning sight to behold.

When her body starts to relax again, she opens her eyes. There's a fire in them, but it's different from earlier. It's not the same as when she was angry with me. It's more than that.

She sits up and grabs onto my shoulders, pulling herself on top of me.

Bella slides up and down my dick, our bodies pressed tightly together. Her fingers rake through my hair, grabbing onto the ends. She leans closer to me and her hot, wet mouth is right at my ear. The soft moans and whimpers coming from her almost push me over the edge.

Gripping her hips, I pick up the pace, pushing into her, as she takes it all. I feel the coiling in my stomach tighten as Bella has her second orgasm. When I come, just seconds later, I still Bella's hips and hold her to me, pulsing inside her.

I lay Bella back onto the pillows and pull out of her, discarding the condom into the trash can beside the bed.

She lays there quietly as her breathing returns to normal, but her heartbeat is still elevated. I can tell by her slow movements that her muscles must feel lethargic. I want her again. Even though I just had her and I should feel sated, I already miss being inside her.

"Stay with me," I whisper, before realizing what I've said.


Jenny Kate: Well, well, well...looks like Edward isn't ready to let Bella go...again! So, will Bella stay? Do you think she should? What did you think about this chapter and the story so far?

There will be no A/Ns from Jiff, because she is supposed to be on her way to see me RIGHT NOW and she still hasn't showered! So, I made her go shower and I'm doing the A/Ns. We'll be back to our regularly scheduled programming on the next chapter...which will be a BPOV, in case you were wondering. ;)

A HUGE thank you to our beta, Sunflower Fanfiction, and our pre-reader, Mauigirl60!

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