Chapter 1
So Hot
BPOV
So here I am Seattle, it has been two weeks, Ali, Rose, Jas and I have found our location for the new shop and bistro in the downtown area, we even lucked out with office space to add a branch for the magazine here as well, which is totally kick ass. It is a pretty cool area full of restaurants and bars, so there should be a good crowd. God knows we need the extra help. Don’t get me wrong Angela my magazine guru is genius, but she only has one brain and two hands. She handles the L.A. and Honolulu offices, rumor has it that her and Big Ben have a little thing going on, good for them I say. We aren’t to strict on the whole inter-office hook-ups (granted there is no drama), however so far so good. After all that would be highly hypocritical if we were, seeing as Jas and Alice have been together since age 14 and are planning on getting hitched here this year. Thinking of Alice and Jasper I have to meet them and Rose at the new building, we are meeting with a potential shop manager and executive chef/GM. Apparently they are the best, and quite the phenomenon, I guess these two are brothers and well known around Seattle and even in L.A. That is where Rose first heard about them.
Lying in my bed thinking of all the things that I had to do today, I realized I was a bit behind and needed to get ready to leave. Shit, I still haven’t had time to look these two guys up; I don’t even know what they look like, or what there backgrounds really are. I hope Jas and Ali looked them up. I climbed out of bed and looked out the large window of my new loft, I was close to Pike Place Market, which was awesome considering; Jas about shot his load the first Saturday that we were here. I didn’t think that Ali and I were going to be able to get him to leave, he was like a kid in a candy store with a limitless supply of cash, I swear he bought every type of produce, fish, meat, cheese, bread, anything he could get his hands on. It’s a good thing he and Ali have a place in the same building as I do, they needed my fridge to store have the shit he bought.
Shit I know that ring tone, “Rockstar” by Rhianna and Slash.
“Howz it hua…what do I owe the pleasure this morning?”
“Don’t hua me hua…your late…get your smoking hot ass down here wiki wiki or you are pau sis…here me…PAU!”
“SHootz Ali, sorry I lost track of the time…no worries I will be there wiki style…I’m cruizin in 15”
“Okay…you better be…much love”
“Much love sis”
Okay time to get my ass in gear. I ran to my bathroom had the worlds quickest shower, brushed my teeth, put on some make-up. Ran to my expansive closet threw on my leathers, a t-shirt, boots, and grabbed my leather jacket, keys, and satchel with all my shit I would need. You know the usual, iPod, iPad, docs, notebook, cell, wallet, lighter, smokes, gum, lip-gloss, and my original flavored mamba chews. Okay good to go. I ran out the door, locking it behind me and made my way down to the parking garage to fire up my baby. My 1950 Harley Davidson Panhead, she was sleek black and chrome, I found this baby when I got to L.A, Rose helped me get into to mint condition. She was beautiful with her black leather seat and chrome studs, and matching black leather saddlebags. She wasn’t my only mode of transportation, but she was my favorite single-girl ride. No sharing on my girl, she was for me and me alone. I fired her up and revved the engine, god I love the feel of raw power between my thighs, there is nothing like riding a Harley, nothing. I strapped on my black helmet, made sure my satchel was secure in my saddlebag, pressed play on my iPod, and took off for the shop. Today, I was riding to the sound of “Walk” by Pantera, “Sacrifice” by Theory of a Deadman, and “I Get It” by Chevelle. I got these three tunes in by the time I made it to the shop.
I parked my baby girl out front took off my helmet, shook out my hair. I decided to grab a quick smoke before heading inside. When I turned around to sit facing the shop, I lit my smoke. As I looked up I was met with the most intense pair of green eyes I had ever seen. And there leaning against the wall of my shop, was a tattooed, sex-haired, man. Fuck I knew I should have worn panties today. I didn’t make any acknowledgment I just sat there, examining him, with complete unadulterated lust. I smoked my cigarette and licked my lips, no shame in letting a hot man know he is good looking. I noticed he was smoking a cigarette as well and listening to his iPod. Well fuck me 7 ways to Sunday. I was wondering what he is listening to. When I let my eyes trail up his body and I finally looked him in those piercing green orbs, I noticed he was doing the same thing to me. We basically just eye-fucked the shit out of each other on the street. Well Hell, I hate to say but I am glad I was going to be late.
EPOV
Today Emmett and I were going to meet up with some new ass people about a shop and bistro they were opening. It was a pretty tight gig; well it should be, if we both get it that is. I knew something about this company; they were pretty well known, in the tattoo community. They had a magazine, and two other locations, one in L.A. and one in Honolulu. What the hell were they coming to Seattle for? Anyway its not my company to each their own. Em was going to talk to them about running the bistro and I was looking into running the tattoo shop.
We had both moved back from L.A. about 4 years ago, we needed to get out of that place, to much shit was going down. Needless to say Em and I hadn’t always been upstanding Young men. Shit. Look at me now 28 years old, and starting over again. I recently just sold my half of a tattoo business to my former partner Aro, he was getting into some heavy shit, and I just didn’t need to be associated with that. So, like a good little boy that I am trying to be I got the fuck out. Not that I am going to tell these people that was the reason.
“Hey bro you ready to cruise…time to head on over to talk to the new peoples” Em bellowed out with and eyebrow wag.
“Yep…lets go…you want to drive together or separate?”
“Together is cool…you want to drive or me?”
“I’ll drive…my girl needs to stretch her legs and it’s a seemingly nice day, its not supposed to rain today” I replied. I was itching to take my girl out for a drive; she hadn’t been out in weeks. It was time. My girl was a beauty; she was my baby among my collection of wheels. She was a 1969 Pontiac GTO Rag Top, all black with very small pin stripping in dark metallic gray that was almost black, chrome, black leather interior; she was mint, I loved her like she was my flesh and blood. Em and I found her a couple years back, and we worked on her until she purred and shone like the night sky.
We made our way down to the parking garage, jumped in my girl and took off towards the new shop location. When we got there I parked in the back because I didn’t want anyone side swiping my girl. When we got in, we met Alice and Jasper, she said that Rosalie their PR lady was out grabbing some coffee and Bella was on her way. I told them no worries and decided to head out front for a quick smoke.
I leaned up against the front of the building, popped in my ear buds, pressed play, pulled out my pack of smokes and my Zippo and lit one up. Yeah I know smoking is bad for you, well its better than being a drug addict, so if you don’t mind I will stick to my cigarettes, gum, and jolly ranchers (original flavors). Yeah lets not delve into that shit storm; Hi my name is Edward Cullen and I am an addict. Fuck that shit, if it wasn’t for surfing, writing, tattoos, and smoking with the occasional few adult beverages I would be fucked. And when I say fucked, I mean fucked for money so I could get my next fix. No thanks. Like I said not going to delve into that shit storm of epic proportions not now and not ever again.
As I was standing there enjoying my nicotine stick, I herd the rumble of, well in my opinion the only thing worth calling a bike; it was the unmistakable sound of a Harley Davidson. Damn, that made me want to go take mine out for a ride; the sound came rounding the corner and pulled into the spot right in front of the very building I was leaning against. Well fuck me sideways and to left. There was one smoking hot chic riding what I believe was a 1950 Panhead, yeah that’s right I know my bikes too, not just my cars. Shitfuchotonaharley, she was wearing leathers, she had long dark almost black hair, I could see she had a nice set of girls to go along with those fine ass legs. She spun around on her bike, took off her helmet, and pulled something out of her saddlebag. Then to make me dick even harder, she lit up a cigarette, she looked up her eyes met mine and I was assaulted with melted chocolate orbs, they burned into me, she had smooth skin that was creamy with a light touch of sun, heavy black eye make-up, no lip stick, and perfectly shaped eye brows and matched her perfectly plump lips she was now licking. I just registered that the song “So Hot” by Kid Rock was playing in my ear. I couldn’t help thinking how fucking perfect it was for our little eye-fucking session that was taking place. Yeah this girl was trouble and I wanted to get into some of it with her. Fuck me did she just bite her bottom lip, damn!
BPOV
I sat there watching him smoke his cigarette, listening to my music enjoying my cigarette. The song “Bad Girlfriend” by Theory of a Deadman came on. A smirk came over me; I saw MR. Fuckhawt-green eyes raise an eyebrow at me in curiosity. I just kept smirking back at him; I finish the song and my smoke. I put it out stood up, grabbed my satchel from my saddlebag, and deciding that maybe I wanted to be a bad girlfriend for a night or whatever, I walked over to the man and introduced myself.
“Howz it boss…I’m Bella” I said with a seductively assertive smile on my face as I stuck my hand out for him to shake. I so love me a slice of bad boy or two or three.
Images taken from Google.com/images. (2010).
Videos taken from Youtube.com. (2010).
Well there it is Monkeys, Chapter numero uno of my new story...have no worries UE will still be getting updated...I just decided that I wanted to write something a little dirtier with some badassedness to it. SOOOO here it is...Hope you enjoy this fuckhot version of Tattward...He is a badass former junkey hotty that is working for miss thing B-Swan, who loves, tats, bikes, and leather...ooh how fun!!! Enjoy the tunes bitches...Okay hoors I am out like the bitch I will punch for messing with my man meat! Hugs and Squish...Kiss Kiss! Show me some love and comment skanktards!!!
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