Outtake II EPOV

This takes place the same day than the previous EPOV. January 5th around noon.

After talking to Eva, Edward goes back to his hotel, while Bella wakes up decided to talk to Mike and ask him for some time to think. (Chapter  10 of the main story).

I arrived at the Twilight’s knowing that I wouldn’t be able to concentrate to get some work done, so instead of heading to my office upstairs, I decided to make a round, and see how things were going in the hotel.

As soon as I entered the lobby, Lauren started making gestures for me to approach the entrance desk where she worked. I reluctantly started to walk toward her, mentally preparing myself for her rant. How could I ever dated her was something beyond me, but accepting hiring her after that was the most stupid thing I did in my life.

Scratch that. Second thing.

The most stupid thing was letting her convince me to hire her boyfriend the previous month.

I knew Lauren wasn’t the sharpest tool in the toolbox, so hoping her boyfriend would be any better had been a big mistake. She had played the ‘victim’ card, and ultimately, she had played me. She said she had loved me, and I had dumped her without thinking twice about it. She wasn’t entirely wrong, I had started dating her without giving it a second thought, and that was my mistake, dumping her had been a very informed decision.

I had met her in the opening night of one of the Twilight’s new lounges.

Rosalie kept nagging me to dedicate a part of the new renovated wing to offer other kind of entertaining aside from the gambling, she said it was working in Vegas, that it’ll be good to offer all kinds of amenities for the non gamblers to secure us the visit of spouses and significant others too. I wasn’t very excited about the idea, but we settled for a few concessions operating under contract as almost independent businesses, so the investment was minimum, and I didn’t have to pay much attention to them.

That regrettable night, I thought that I could just relax and enjoy the opening, so I let my guard down. 

It was all it took. Next thing I knew I was in one of the suites with a very tipsy and agreeable blonde. Somehow I must have thought that having her warm body next to me in the morning was a good thing, so instead of being a jerk and getting rid of her, I started dating her.

In the beginning she was sweet and solicitous, but soon she began demanding. Of all her demands, the ones that I could fulfil easier were the ones that involved buying her presents, so I shut down my brain, and bought her whatever she wanted. I couldn’t really dedicate her all the time she wanted, and I really couldn’t find it in me to even take her to my penthouse.

The penthouse was my shelter, I had never thought of bringing girls there, it felt too intimate, and it made me feel vulnerable. Deep inside I knew that I wasn’t willing to share the real me with any of the girls, but I always ended up convincing myself that none of them usually stayed around long enough to consider it.

Lauren hadn’t been my first mistake; I’ve learnt the hard way that when you inherit two casinos and a solid bank account, the female population starts to want a piece of you. I had experienced all the variations they gave to the word ‘piece’, and 99% of them weren’t as flattening to my masculinity as one would think. They mostly wanted the money and the status, which brought the situation to a whole different level; they would either try to get me to marry them or to knock them up. Sometimes one thing was closely associated to the other.

Then, there were others who wanted to climb the ladder, because I was a nice step in their way to bigger fishes.

And the last group was the most distressing one, the cougars. Random rich old ladies, some of them married, some of them not even interested in relapsing, but all of them wanting some eye-candy to parade on their arms in events, and to warm their beds at night.

Yeah, disturbing.

So when Lauren started eyeing engagement rings instead of the usual jewellery she went for in the past, and her demands suddenly included a trip to Vegas to meet my family, I knew I had had enough.

Of course that wasn’t the last thing I’ve heard of her. A few months after we broke up, she insisted in talking to me about something important, and that was the talk that got me to hire her. I wasn’t really the asshole everybody thought, when she said she was about to be evicted from her apartment and asked for a job, I couldn’t deny it to her.

Apparently I had some big trouble saying no to weeping girls, because she won again when she asked me to hire her current boyfriend.

I yet had to determine the reasons behind that relationship. Yorkie wasn’t anywhere near the kind of guy she would date, so our theories were crazy. Jazz, always the pervert, insinuated that he must have been hung as horse. I tended to think he was wrong, but then again, it wasn’t something I was willing to find out…

Rosalie’s theory seemed more realistic, though I didn’t want to think Lauren still held any hope of dating me again. In spite of what I wanted to believe or not, Rose thought she had Yorkie to try to make me jealous.

 As if!

Anyway, knowing how Lauren’s delusional mind worked, it made sense.

“Edward! There you are! I thought we’ve lost you,” she said in that sugary tone that always made me nervous. I could handle bitchy, but pouty, honey coated shit made me wary.

“Lost me? How did you even know I wasn’t upstairs?” I replied defensively.

“That’s for me to know and for you to find out,” she teased, batting her eyelashes in a way she must have thought it was sexy, but looked as if she had something in her eye.

I wanted to gag. And to get the hell out of there. Not sure in which order.

“I really don’t care, Lauren, stalking is your thing, not mine,” I told her dryly. It was a big fat lie considering to my latest hobbies, but she didn’t need to know that.

“You’re being mean to me again, Edward,” she pouted. “Eric told me you had a woman in your suite last night. You know I’d forgive you if you asked me nicely, you don’t need to go around looking for a hooker…”

And that sealed the deal. No way in hell she was referring to Bella as hooker.

“Lauren, let’s get this straight,” I told her in my lowest, most menacing voice, “what I do in my suite is none of your business; and if you ever call Bella anything other than her name again, you’ll find your ass in the street, and I’ll do everything in my power to make your life miserable. Understood?”

She stared at me with her eyes wide open; her expression was almost a grimace as she nodded.

It was going to be the hell of day for the looks of it.

I headed to the security room instead of going to the gambling area as I have planned before. The last thing I needed was strangling a croupier before lunch.

Jazz was all over the computers as usual, listening to that crazy ass music he usually played when he was alone. It was a haunting melody with a plunking piano, and it sounded vintage, though I was sure it wasn’t real 60’s pop.

A raspy voice sang “I can’t breathe underwater like I used to, before I met you…” and the truth of his words wasn’t lost to me.

I was falling for the girl, and she belonged to another man.

The Cast (Part2)

Here are some characters that haven't been introduced yet, and some that would be important in future chapters.

~ Rosalie ~

 ~ Jasper ~

~ Santiago ~

~ Eva ~

~ Angela ~

The T-Shirt

This is Edward's T-shirt that Bella was wearing in Chapter 14

Chapter 14

Previously in Deep Ocean…

“Now try to catch some sleep, love. You must be exhausted,” he said wrapping his arms around me.

I looked at him in confusion, because he was still hard as a rock but he was making no moves to relieve himself.

Chapter 14:

Edward’s cell phone rang on his night-table. He gently removed his arms from around my body and reached to grab it, reclining his back on the headboard while he took the call.

He was serious, and it didn’t seem he liked what they were telling him, but his replies were clipped and vague, not giving me details of what was going on. I wondered if there were problems in the casino again, if he was going to get dressed and leave my side to take care of them.

I didn’t want him to leave me alone, and I felt selfish, but I couldn’t help it. I wasn’t sure where we were standing, and something inside me wanted to fight for whatever time I had left with him. That part of me obviously wasn’t into sharing.

He ended his call, and let out a deep breath.

“Bella, do you trust me, love?” He asked me, his expression was tired and worried, as if he was looking for a way to tell me something I wasn’t going to like.

“Yes, Edward, of course I trust you. What happens?” I replied, sitting up.

My voice was shaky, as a dozen different scenarios crossed my mind, none of them very appealing.

“I’m gonna tell you what I know, love, but I need you to promise me you’ll stay here ‘till we figure out the rest,” he said staring at me gravely.

“Stay here? Figure what?”

Edward must have seen I was starting to panic again, because he took my hand in his, and started rubbing circles on my skin with his thumb.

“You were right; somebody was in your house when you heard the noises…”

I opened my mouth, and closed it again without saying anything.

“Baby, I need you to trust that I’m gonna keep you safe. You know I’d never gonna let anything happen to you, right?” His voice was strained, a deep crease forming in between his eyebrows. I nodded, because it seemed to be important to him.

“It’s all my fault. Somebody must have followed us. Fuck! How could I’ve been such and idiot? You shouldn’t have left the Twilight after a security breach,” he said banging his fist against his tight. “I’m so sorry, love.”

“Edward, calm down! Why do you say it was your fault? You couldn’t have known…”

“Bella,” he interrupted me, “it’s my job to know! It’s not the first time somebody threatens me, but until know, I was the only one at risk. Now some sick fuck decided to include you and my cousin Rosalie in the game!”

While he was talking, he let go of my hand, and was racking his fingers on his hair and pulling the strands with a force that made me wince. “They took my cousin’s purse to your house, and shredded it to ribbons on your couch…a purse that had been missing since Rose’s arrival. It was message to me, and I got it nice and clear. None of you are leaving my side till…”

“Edward!” I interrupted his movie plot, suddenly remembering about the mysterious purse. “The purse was already there, it was inside one of the shopping bags I carried home the other night. I took it to the couch when I noticed it with the idea of checking inside. The ID in the wallet read ‘Rosalie Cullen’. I was going to call you, but then the power went off and…”

He was looking at me with wide eyes.

“Are you saying that the purse somehow got into a bag and you took it home without knowing?” He said slowly, enunciating every word as if trying to make sense of it. “That changes a lot of things.”

All of a sudden, he jumped out of the bed and grabbed his phone again. He went to the closet, and started getting dressed while talking to somebody.

I didn’t know what to do. I wanted to get dressed too, there wasn’t a chance in hell I was going to sleep if Edward was leaving, but my clothes were a wet pile in Edward’s bathroom floor.

“Bella, I need to talk to Rosalie and my security guys, I’ll be back soon, you should catch some sleep,” he said as he ended his call.

“No! I want to go with you, Edward, please,” I begged.

“Don’t worry, love, nothing will happen to you, I’ll leave a bodyguard at the door,” he tried to reassure me.

“Edward, I know I’m asking too much, but perhaps I can help…Maybe we can figure this out together?”

My voice broke in the end of the sentence. I was aware that, in some way, I was asking him to take me to meet his cousin, and I wasn’t sure if he was willing to acknowledge my existence to her.

“I think we’re going to need to find you something to wear, love,” he said smirking, “As much as I enjoy seeing you like this, I’d have to kill Emmett and the rest of the guys if they look at you.” He said, his finger sliding from my chin to my chest while his mischievous eyes followed the imaginary trail on my skin hungrily.

I had to laugh at that too. I didn’t know what happened with that man, but he even made me forget about being naked, and I wasn’t exactly confident showing my body.

He went back to his closet, picked a few items, and handed them to me, grinning. Then he rummaged in the drawers for a moment, bringing me a pair of boxers and socks.

I put on his underwear and a T-shirt, feeling silly and giddy at the same time for wearing his clothes.

“Fuck,” he muttered under his breath, “I’ve never thought a woman wearing my boxers could be so hot!”

I tried to hide my smile, blushing furiously, while donning a pair of jeans that were too wide at the waist, and shockingly too long for my giraffe legs.

Edward kneeled in front of me, and taking a pair of black chucks from a box, he put them on my feet, chucking.

“I had bought this for you yesterday, I was going to send them to your house with a bouquet of flowers, but I guess you need them now,” he said tying the laces, and then rolling the pant legs a few times to adjust them to my weight.

He stood, pulled a thin scarf from a hanger, and passed it though the bell loops, tying it on the back. I guessed I wasn’t allowed to pee any time soon.

He seemed satisfied with the outfit, so I didn’t mention that part to him. I took a few minutes to splash some cold water on my face and try to make my hair look decent. I didn’t see a comb or a brush anywhere in his bathroom, so I just used my fingers. When I decided that was the best I could do with my appearance, I stepped back in his room, praying that his cousin wouldn’t think I was the ‘cat lady’.

Edward was looking so pleased when he took my hand, that I even felt beautiful for a moment. He led me to the corridor, but instead of going to the elevator, we walked in the opposite direction.

There was a small foyer at the end of the hallway. He opened one the doors and motioned me to get in.

It looked like a high-tech conference room. A blond guy was working on a laptop, sending images to the bigger monitors attached to the wall. The two big hurly guys from the previous day were discussing something pointing at the screens, while a stunning blonde woman was sitting at the table watching them with an unreadable face.

“Guys, this is Bella,” Edward said catching their attention. “Bella, you already met Emmett and Felix,” he pointed to ‘big burly guy’ 1 and 2, and they nodded their heads. “The one with his fingers glued to the keyboard is Jazz,” he told me, resuming the introductions. The guy waved with one hand, the other still typing numbers on a pad at his side.

He walked a few steps toward the blonde, who stood and stared at me with an amused expression. “And this is my cousin Rosalie.”

“Finally,” she said smiling, “I thought he wasn’t going to share any time soon.” She surprised me by hugging me, but I recovered fast and hugged her back. She seemed nice, and it didn’t feel as if she judging the way I looked.

“It’s very nice to meet you, Rosalie,” I managed once we were standing in front of each other again.

“It’s nice to meet you too, Bella,” she replied, and then added with a smirk, “Nice T-shirt.”

She and Edward started laughing.

Chapter 13: Warning: Lions can rock pink worlds

Previously in Deep Ocean…

"What the fuck are you talking about, Bella? Of course you should call me whenever you need me!"

He was frustrated, pinning me to the bed beneath his body, demanding answers I wasn't about to give him.

What was I going to tell him? That I had misunderstood his friendship for something more? That I had allowed myself to dream for the first time in many years without noticing that the dream was too big for me? That his rejection hurt more than any other in the past?

Chapter 13: Warning: Lions can rock pink worlds

He wasn't going to let go, of that I was sure. Damn sexy man sending mixed signals to silly giraffes!

I huffed, then stopped struggling and looked into his stunning green eyes.

"Fine! Have it your way. You're determined to see me make a fool of myself? Here we go, hope you enjoy the show," I hissed.

I was hurt, and embarrassed, and confessing certain things to him wasn't high on my priority list, but I needed to run away. Fast. I wasn't sure how much the anger fuelled by him trying to stop me would last, and once the anger was over, the only feeling left would be hurt. I wasn't exactly happy with the thought of showing him how much his rejection had hurt me. I could spare that humiliation if I could deliver a few selected words, and convince him to let me go home.

"I understand you may be used to random awkward girls begging you take them, Edward. I really get it…but you can't expect me to stay happy in your bed, and spend the night cuddling with you after you turned me down like that. I still have a little pride left, and I'd like to take it home with me. Now."

A few different emotions crossed his face while I was delivering my speech. Confusion, astonishment, and perhaps anger?

I wondered if he was mad at me because I had been such a lousy friend. A friend who didn't know how to keep her place, one that had dared to dream too high? I felt my rage starting to ebb, being gradually replaced by guilt.

"Bella, I didn't turn you down, love…God! I'm such an idiot!" he said. His tone was soft when he was talking to me; apparently the irritation was directed to himself for some unknown reason.

"Baby, you thought I didn't want you?" He asked me, but I wasn't sure of what could escape my mouth if I opened it to answer, so I chose to keep it shut.

I looked to the other side, at the wall of his fancy sterile suite, anywhere but his piercing eyes that had been the beginning of everything, the first thing that had called me to him.

"Bella, look at me love," he pleaded, and when I didn't comply, he freed my wrists and used his hands to cup my face, very gently, and make me look at him.

His expression was pained, it reminded me of that night in the party when he told me he couldn't stand the thought of Mike kissing me at midnight.

I'll never know what he saw in my eyes in that moment, but whatever it was; it seemed to give him the encouragement he was searching for.

He stared at me for a long time, as if taking in whatever he was seeing in my face. His expression changed to one of determination, and then, slowly, very slowly, he closed the few inches that separated us, and pressed his lips to mine.

At first, he kissed me soft and sweet, and then it turned more passionate. I didn't have too much time to think, so I kissed him back, sinking my fingers in his hair, enjoying what his mouth was doing to me.

I guessed he was kissing me goodbye, so again I decided to take what I could get for the last time.

I was so wrong.

The kiss never slowed down to sweet again, signalling the moment I'd have to leave this gorgeous dream of a man, and go back to my pink boring life. It grew more ardent and desperate, his hands started wandering through my body, rubbing and caressing.

I was very aware that I was still naked, pinned under his hard body, and the thin layer of fabric between us did nothing to conceal his erection.

On instinct, I spread my legs further, nestling him between them, and he grounded his pelvis against mine, groaning.

I didn't know what he liked, but somehow I was sure he wouldn't freak out like Mike if we got a little rough.

I dug my nails into his scalp, and tugged as he moved down my throat, eliciting another groan, and more grinding of his hard-on against my groin.

He dipped in, capturing one of my nipples in his mouth, while he rolled the other one in his long fingers.

I must have been doing the most embarrassing noises, I faintly recall hearing them and hoping he didn't think I sounded like a porn star in decline, but honestly I couldn't help myself.

I hitched my leg over his hip, trying to get more friction where I was craving it the most. Edward must have interpreted my need better than I did, because he switched breasts, his mouth started sucking my left nipple while he shifted his weight to his elbow, opening a small gap between our bodies.

His hand roamed lower, leaving a trail of fire on my skin, until I could feel his skilled fingers pressing against my tender flesh. He made small circles over my pussy, the back his fingers grazing my slit on each pass, his thumb rubbing my clit, bringing me closer and closer with each movement.

I was squirming and pushing against his fingers when he let go of my nipple, and settled for watching me instead. I was way past shame by that moment, so I writhed and moaned while he touched me, all the time staring into his green depths.

His breathing was laboured, and it was clear in his face that he was very aroused, but what surprised me the most was the intensity of his gaze, he was looking at me with adoration.

"Let go, love," he whispered, and his rasping voice, pure desire dripping in it, was all it took to finally send me over the edge.

I closed my eyes as I came, quivering on his hand.

Edward's body lowered to mine, and he held me, whispering sweet nothings on my ear, his fingers still on my flesh, but only delivering feathery touches over my sensitive skin.

I opened my eyes again when he shifted his body. He gave me a tender kiss, and moved to the side, disentangling my leg from his hip, and bringing me to his chest.

"Now try to catch some sleep, love. You must be exhausted," he said wrapping his arms around me.

I looked at him in confusion, because he was still hard as a rock, but he was making no moves to get some relief.