Edward fucking Cullen was standing beside the bed I lay on.
He had his hair styled differently and he was dressed in a pair of black jeans and a white t-shirt.
This was the first time I was seeing him in a casual attire.
I could feel my cheeks burning.
The shirt hugged his muscular body perfectly and the jeans fit snuggly on his hips.
God!
He looked delicious.
"I am so sorry. I didn't mean to fall asleep. It's just that I had such a long day and the shower and the bed were so comfortable, I guess I was too tired." I said, nervously as I stood up from the bed.
I was rambling.
"So, how are you feeling?" He asked.
He walked to the mini fridge and poured himself a glass of scotch.
"Fine. What time is it?" I asked.
"12 pm." He said.
"Twelve? Are you kidding me? I have been sleeping for eight hours? Seriously?" I asked.
"Seriously." Edward replied.
Then, he threw something at me.
It was my bag.
I rummaged through it and found all my stuff.
"Your clothes are folded and kept in the closet." He said, as he gestured towards the closet.
"Thank you. Thank you for everything." I said.
He shrugged.
I stood up from the bed and headed to the closet. I took my clothes and changed in the bathroom.
"Would you like a drink?" Edward asked, as soon as I came out.
"No. Thank you." I replied.
I was never going to drink again.
"Ummm… I think I will head home now. Thank you for your hospitality. I can never thank you enough. You have been so nice to me. But, I need to leave." I said.
He looked at me and raised his eyebrows.
"It's midnight." He said.
"So?"
"I'm not letting you leave. Not now. It's late." He said.
"No. I can't stay here. I think I've already bothered you enough. I also sincerely apologize for all the things I did." I said with my head bowed.
I shouldn't be looking at him.
I mean he was very rich and I was a nobody.
He could crush me, if he wanted.
He walked over and stopped right in front of me.
"Apologize for what exactly?" He asked me.
"Ummmm…." I tried to speak but he cut me off.
"Well, you can start by apologizing for throwing up on my shoes, and my car, and in the elevator. Or you can apologize for slapping me. And I think, the last thing you need to apologize for, is embarrassing me in front of my employees." He said.
"When you're apologizing you have to list the reasons why you are apologizing, not just the generalized sorry." He added.
I gulped.
Was he really going to make me say it?
"Say it, Bella." He gestured for me to speak.
I rolled my eyes.
He was so lucky that I knew when to keep my mouth shut.
Otherwise, he would have heard some very nasty words, right now.
"I am sorry for throwing up on your shoes, and your car, and I am also slapping you at the bar. And I am very, very sorry for embarrassing you in front of your staff." My head was bent.
I didn't know if he was still staring at me.
"No. I don't accept your apology." He said.
My head shot up.
"You don't?" I asked.
"No. There are still some things you have to do."
"What?"
"Well, you have to pay for the damage you have caused." He said.
"You told me not to worry about it." I yelled.
"I changed my mind. Everything cost me over three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. You have to pay up."
"I can't pay you." I cried.
"And why is that?" He asked.
"Because...because..." I tried to speak.
I looked up at him. I could see the smug expression on his face.
"I know what your problem is. You have no job, no boyfriend, and no money. Am I right?" He said.
"Why are you being mean to me?" I yelled. "I am literally apologizing to you and telling you I am sorry. That is the least I can do. I can't help it if I have no job or boyfriend. Do you have any idea how much it hurts to know your boyfriend is cheating on you?" I snapped.
"I don't know. I don't have a boyfriend." He chuckled.
"Then, go get a boyfriend. Get him to cheat on you and see how it feels. You would not believe the kind of pain it causes." I yelled.
"First of all sweetheart, I am not gay. Secondly, you still have to pay me one way or another."
My eyes widened.
"Do you want me to have sex with you?" I yelled. "No.No.No. I am a good and decent man. I have never had sex with anybody before. Not even my boyfriend. I won't sleep with you and I certainly won't lose my virginity to a man like you." I said.
He stood there, shocked.
Then, he burst out laughing.
I looked at him.
His laugh was rich and melodious. And it was the first time I saw him actually smile. His eyes lit up and his dimples deepened.
He looked like a different man. A happy and smiling man.
Then his face changed. His laughter stopped and his smile disappeared.
"You have a lot of nerve to call me a man whore, when you can't even keep a boyfriend. And secondly, the thought of having sex with you is enough to make me lose my lunch. And thirdly, how can you be so fucking stupid to think that I would want to have sex with a girl like you. I mean look at you. You are definitely not my type." He mocked.
"Oh, what is your type, Edward. Tell me. Is it the fake boobs, the lip fillers and the hair extensions? Is that your type?" I asked.
"Fuck. Off." He yelled.
"Make me." I yelled.
"I can make you disappear." He snapped.
"I can make your life miserable." I yelled.
We both stood there. Staring at each other.
His chest was heaving.
So was mine.
I gave him a quick kiss him and stepped back.
Then, without warning, he crashed his lips against mine…..And I was kissing him back.
I couldn't breathe. And, I didn't want to breathe.
His arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me closer to him.
Our bodies molded together. My hands moved into his hair.
I couldn't control myself.
This man was the reason for all my problems. Yet, he was making me forget them in a second.
It was like a switch.
On. Off. On. Off.
Our lips clashed together, and our tongues danced with each other. And before I knew it, he was pushing me backwards.
I landed on the bed.
He was hovering over me. Kissing my lips…my cheeks… my neck.
I let out a soft moan.
Then, the reality of the situation hit me.
I pushed him away and slapped him across the face.
He was staring at me. Shocked.
"What the fuck did you do that for? You kissed me. You started this." He yelled.
"This was wrong. This is so fucking wrong. I am not a whore. I will not have sex with you, just so you can forgive me for what I did. If you are going to charge me, then charge me. Otherwise, leave me the fuck alone." I said.
His eyes widened.
I could see him clenching his fists.
"Get out." He yelled.
"Gladly."
I stood up from the bed and walked to the door.
As I passed him, he grabbed my arm and pushed me against the wall.
"If I want to fuck you, then I will. And there is nothing you can do about it. You are here because I want you here. Because I have the power to get whatever the fuck I want. So, don't think that, you can get away with slapping me or insulting me. You are going to suffer the consequences. " He growled.
I glared at him.
He released his grip on my arm and stepped back.
"Stay here. I will sleep in the living room." He said, as he walked away.
Immediately he left, my knees seemed to buckle and I fell to the ground.
I couldn't stop myself from shaking.
He was so scary. And hot.
God!
What was I thinking? How could I have kissed him? How could I have enjoyed kissing him?
But it felt so good. So Damn good!
Daniel was the only guy I had kissed.
I had no experience with men.
And now, after kissing Edward, I couldn't help but wonder.
Was Daniel a bad kisser?
I mean Edward was an excellent kisser. The way he dominated me with his tongue. And his soft lips.
Fuck!