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Last Surrender

Last Surrender

This is a Poetic Short Story, just a little something that was inspired by this awesome song. I just couldn’t get it out of my head and had to write something. So, I kind of came up with my own little style here. Being the actual Poet that I claim to be, but I love my fiction, so why not put the two together, RIGHT?

Based on the Song “The Pieces Don’t Fit Anymore” By James Morrison

I DO NOT own any of the song lyrics. No copyright infringement intended.

She sat waiting, for what she didn’t know. A single hope, that one last hope. The door kept opening and closing, heat colliding with the artificial cold. In and out, they came. Ordering their lattes and iced coffees, with, or without whip.

Is this what the world was coming to? She didn’t know anymore. The feeling of loss sat across from her in the form of an empty chair. The pieces didn’t fit anymore.

            “Excuse me, but are you using that chair?” She just shook her head. At the outstretched hand, her body didn’t have the strength to face the person who would dare ask such a loaded question. A question that they had at how much weight it carried, that this one simple question would be what shatters her last hope. The one hope that was now being dragged away by the hope-destroyer’s hand; now what?

 She no longer had her companion of loss. She let out a deep sigh as the sound of wood scraping across the tiled floor echoed through her, causing a shiver to rake over her skin letting the tiny plumes settle for a moment before fading away. She could feel the tears pricking at her eyes like a thousand tiny needles, trying to pour through her vision like a blinding sieve. The air sat in her lungs like a lead weight. The damage was done.

            Sitting there waiting, completely alone now, nothing but the lack of hope drifted around her. She was sinking; the weight of her body was being pulled into the varnish of the wood. Her thoughts of what were, what could have been were oppressive, pushing her down further until she could feel the grain of the wood being imposed in the palms of her hands.

Why…why?

The thoughts ran through her mind like a movie reel, heated, soft touches, and the searing gaze of deep moss orbs burning into her. She shook her head, trying to banish the feeling of where it was all leading. Nowhere; anywhere but there; she wouldn’t surrender, there had to be something better, there had to be. She didn’t know why, she just couldn’t explain it; the scattered and broken pieces just didn’t fit anymore. She felt as if her skin was breaking, it was barely able to hold her together anymore. The line had been drawn, and not by her. Perhaps if she went outside to smoke, the nicotine would help.

 Maybe?

The heat of the day was lingering in the surrounding twilight. The bruised sky, much like her soul, various shades of purple marking everything inside of her, she thought humorlessly. The spark of her lighter shot in her ears like a cannon, echoing her pain, drowning out the surrounding traffic of the parking lot. She closed her eyes as she inhaled deeply. Hoping that the smoke would fill in the cracks of the scattered, broken pieces that lay within her, the empty space that lay within her heart. Trying to hide the twisted shell of what was left of her.

Maybe I shouldn’t have let that chair go, my last shred of hope. She quickly let that thought go as she took another drag of her cigarette. If only.

            Her brows furrowed together as she felt something brush against her arm. Opening her eyes slowly she was met with a faded, black cotton wall.

            “Do you mind if I bum one of those?” The voice was deep and raspy.

            She didn’t immediately look up at the source of what broke her away from her brooding. Reaching into her one source of temporary solace she pulled out the one thing she had left to share and handed over the white paper, wrapped stick of tobacco.  Finally looking up, she was met with a troubled face. Surrender.

That was what she saw. It was the only word that fit what stood before her. He nodded his head towards her hand in an act of thanks. His dark unruly hair fell over his eyes; the long, rough fingers of his right hand came up and pulled it away. Fully revealing his eyes. Surrender. Her eyes narrowed slightly. She didn’t know why, but she couldn’t explain why it wasn’t enough.

            He turned away from her slightly as he placed the cigarette between his lips and pulled his own lighter from his tattered jean pocket. The ring on his left hand caught on the ripped seam of his pocket as he pulled out a scratched up Zippo. There was something engraved on the face of it, but she couldn’t make out what it was. The click of his Zippo flicking shut caused her to startle. He didn’t seem to notice and if he did, he didn’t let on that he had.

            He inhaled deeply before blowing the smoke out of his nose. Out of the corner of her eye, she noticed the stubble on his jaw, at least a couple of day’s worth. His hair was in disarray most likely from having his hands pensively running through it, he also had bags under his eyes as if he hadn’t slept in a while. At least he was in the right place for a pick-me-up.  Taking another deep drag of her own cigarette she wasn’t sure what to do. Should she say something? He didn’t move from his spot. He just stood there breathing in the smoke and letting it out in a desperate and what seemed to be remorseful manner. Without realizing her body had turned to his slightly, closing the space between them, letting the air between them fade. She felt as if she was being pulled under, she couldn’t explain it.

            He brought his cigarette up to his mouth, pulling the smoke between his lips, into his chest, one last time before flicking it out into the parking lot. She was mesmerized by the rise and fall of his chest, as the faded, black cotton would restrict and contract with each breath; she couldn’t seem to tear her unblinking eyes away. Her body was acting of its own volition; she was no longer in control of herself.

The atmosphere was thick and charged around them, in this open space of asphalt and air.  He turned to her; his eyes were closed as he took a deep breath. She just stood there, her arms hanging at her side, fists clenched. She felt twisted; the space was to small even though they were outside. She felt closed in. The better thing to do would be to just leave. But she couldn’t, she was being pulled under by his broken beautifulness.

            The breeze swept up between them, causing the mahogany strands of her hair to dance across her face. His hand tentatively reached out with a bold grace, placing it behind the delicate skin of her ear. The rough pad of his finger trailed down the lean arch of her neck. The breath in her chest instantly stopped its heated escape as her eyes fluttered closed momentarily as she basked in his brief touch. Time seemed to pause in that moment for them, giving them the smallest of reprieves from the harsh reality that was relentlessly going on all around them. As if anyone walking past had a clue.

            He slowly opened his eyes. “There’s no use,” he whispered. “I have tried and I don’t know why…but I can’t explain why it’s not enough.” His shoulders slumped in defeat. “There is no use in pretending anymore. I…I had to give in.” He paused taking another deep breath. “I need you, please don’t leave…I…” He trailed off as if he didn’t know what more to say.

            She stood there. She didn’t know what to do, what to say. The door kept opening and closing, heat colliding with the artificial cold. In and out they went, lattes and iced coffees, with or without whip. Perhaps the pieces could fit together once more.

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The Swan Chapter 6 Bella's Dream

THE SWAN Chapter 6

Chapter 6

  

            I can’t say that dinner wasn’t a lively affair between my aunt Jane and her Campari soaked interrogation of Cullen; and by interrogation I mean her unadulterated version of twenty questions complete with ample cleavage, hair twirling, and seductive giggles. However, by the time the Lemon Cello arrived my uncle had one back her affections with a suggestive trip to Monte Carlo for a bit of weekend shopping. Don’t get me wrong I love my aunt and she may come off as flighty, materialistic, with an extreme love for cocktails at any hour. But, she is one lethal woman when it comes to her family and I for one am glad to have her on my side. Of course Cullen answered her every question politely, appeasing her flirtatious nature. I on the other hand was focused on the task of exploring the delicate intricacies of the different ways in which one can enjoy Campari.

            Two days, just get me through the next two days. That is what I kept repeating as my mantra, over and over in my head. Once dinner was over my uncle took Cullen off to his study. Which was fine by me, and with any luck my uncle would keep him occupied until I left for Rome. But, I still needed to tell my uncle I was in fact leaving to meet Kate. So, what better time than right as he and Cullen were walking out of the dining room.

            “Oh, Uncle Aro. Before you leave I just wanted to tell you that I will be heading to Rome to visit my friend in a couple of days.” I said a matter of factly.

            “Okay, Mio Tesoro. Just make sure that Jake goes with you, si?”

            “Si, grazzie Zio.” I replied.

            “Oh and make sure to talk to Alec before you leave. I believe he wanted to speak with you about something. Ciao Mio Bella.” He said with a wink and smile and then he left the room with Cullen in tow.

            I noticed Cullen look at me out of the corner of his eye before he left and he had that damn smirk lightly gripping the corner of his mouth. My eyes narrowed at him as his back turned to me, finally releasing from his presence. Thank FUCK!

            “Well darling…if you need me you know where to find me.” My aunt Jane said in her twinkling Italian accent as she left the dinning room, cocktail in hand.

            “You know Mia Bella, you seem a bit stressed. Perhaps you should go for a swim, Si?” She casually said purred back to me as she turned the corner.

            The humorless chuckle that escaped me caused me to shake my head at myself. Two more days Bella, two more days, perhaps I should go for a swim. I swallowed the last of my drink and headed upstairs to my room to change.

            I quickly picked up my phone and dialed my uncle Alec’s number, only reaching his voicemail. I told him that I would be here for until the morning after tomorrow. I headed to my closet and pulled out my black string bikini to change into. As I was about to walk out my door my phone beeped, alerting me that I had a text message. It was my uncle telling me he would talk to me tomorrow at brunch. Which was fine by me. I texted him back saying that I would see him then. I had a feeling I knew what he wanted me for, but I didn’t want to think about that now. Right now I wanted to relax and go for a swim.

            I made my way downstairs and went through the sitting room. I gazed up at the moon, letting the warm breeze dance across my skin as I stepped through the iron and glass doorway. The moon was bright, making the stars seem more illuminated as they rested in the onyx blanket of night. The “infinite jewels to the moon,” my Mother always said. I set my phone down on one of the white cushions of the lounge chair and walked over to where the towels were and grabbed one. I tossed it on the lounge chair as I walked to the pools edge.

The terracotta stone under my feet was still warm from the day’s sun. I daintily dipped my right foot into the water. It was starting to cool from the day’s heat, the temperature would be perfect for a nigh time swim. Before I jumped in I went over flipped the switch to the lights hidden in the sides of the pool. I didn’t turn the gaslights on that were around the area, I just wanted to enjoy the night sky in all of its radiating beauty. I rolled my neck, expressing a sigh, trying to expel some of the tension in my shoulders. Why of all the people in the world was he here, why did it have to be him?

Walking over to the steps I lowered myself into the water one step at a time. When I stood in the water, I let my body fall back, fanning my arms out; I let myself float on top of the soothing pool. I just lay there floating on the warm water, as the cool breeze of cypress and hibiscus floated over my body. I don’t know how long I was drifting through the water, when the faint scent of tobacco drifted by. Slowly I moved my body to stand in the water as I turned to find where the scent was coming from, that’s when I saw the glow of the end of a cigarette illuminated from one of the lounge chairs at the fair end of the pool side. I could feel the current in the air and I instantly knew who was sitting there.

“What are you doing out here?” I asked as I made my way to the pool steps.

He didn’t answer me, but I could see his form shift in the chair. He took another long drag from the cigarette, before he stubbed it. He stood and walked towards me, the light from the moon shown down upon his fluid form with each graceful step. He picked up my towel I had set down earlier as he stopped in front of me. Holding the towel out to me.

“Princapessa.” His voice was low and husky.

I reached for the towel in his hand. He didn’t release it from his grip right away. We stood there starring at one another; the current in the air had morphed into a heavy tension. It was the same feeling that coursed through me, the first time he stepped foot into his bedroom, standing, looking down upon me. His eyes were dark and penetrating. I realized then that I was holding my breath, and I had the sudden urge to lower my head. God, the feeling he evoked in my, shot right to the core of my submissive nature. But, I refused to let that part of me take over, I wasn’t his submissive, I wasn’t The Swan, I was Bella, Isabella Swan Princapessa of  La Familia Volturi. Breaking eye contact with him, I took the towel and wrapped it around my moist skin. A shiver danced through me, as my skin prickled. Although I knew that it wasn’t from the night air.

“Grazie.” I replied quietly as I started to walk away from him. I needed to get away from him. His scent alone was causing my judgment to blur. The smell of tobacco and scotch mixed with that spicy sandalwood and him, pure unadulterated man. The reaction his body, his eyes, his scent triggered in me was not something I was ready to let have any power. I especially didn’t want him knowing what he did to me either, I am sure he would only use his hold over me to his advantage.

“Isabella.” That low dark whisper of my name caused me to halt my departure. “I…” He paused as if he wasn’t sure what he wanted to say to me.

“Che cosa?” I stated the venom in my voice was raspy and hard. Asking what.

“Niente Princapessa...” His hard gaze taking over his features. “Buonanotte.”

I just nodded in response and made my way back inside, heading up to my room. I stepped into my ensuite bathroom, starting the shower. Removing my bathing suite I stepped into the hot spray as I closed the glass door. The water poured down from the ceiling in a cascade of hot rain. My shower stood in the middle of my bathroom, composed of a marble steps and four glass walls that didn’t reach to the ceiling.

As I stood under the spray, my mind was a fog. Fuck! I really need to get out of here. I decided then that after I met with Alec tomorrow, I was leaving for Rome. I couldn’t risk being around Edward any longer. Thank Christ I was able to hold onto what little control I had. I turned off my shower. I dried off, wrapping my hair into a towel, and put on my silk robe. I finished my nightly routine and went to my bed, I needed sleep; I needed to shut my mind off and get away from this situation at least for a few hours. It was already after 2 AM and the jetlag was starting to take its toll. As soon as I laid down onto the soft mattress I was asleep.

He stood there in the light of the street lamps smoking his cigarette. I watched him from down the street as I stood outside away from the madness of the party. Our eyes met and locked. The world seemed to disappear in that moment. He flicked his cigarette out as he let the last of the smoke leave his longs. He walked over to me, stopping in front of me. He didn’t say anything; he just grabbed a hold of my hand and pulled me with him as he began to walk towards the car park. Completely bypassing the valet.

            The next thing I knew we were driving towards the coast. He pulled into the driveway of a villa, stopping abruptly. He walked over, opening my door. He held out his hand for me. He practically pulled me from the car as we made our way through the front door. He still hadn’t spoken to me, and I did nothing to break the palpable silence between us. He led me through the house, its Italian seaside opulence apparent, but I had no moment to stop and admire its beauty. He led me to a large room, what room it was I couldn’t tell you; for as soon as we entered he pulled me against his body and his mouth and hands started claiming every inch of my flesh. Heated breaths poured out of our bodies as our mouths claimed one another. Clothes were being pulled and pushed off of shoulders, arms; he moved, bending my body in way so he had access to the flesh above my breasts. His hot tongue laved at my exposed skin. Causing my body to shudder with anticipation.

“Uhhh…” I moaned out into the warm sea air of the night.

Now pressed against an open doorway I found myself naked pressed against his naked body. His hand roamed down my body with a determined fervor as he pulled my thigh up around his waist. Pulling my body further I wrapped both legs around his naked form, I could feel his hard cock pressed against the heat of my sex as he started to walk away from our posted stance of passion against the doorway.

His strong arms lowered me onto a bed; he took no moment of pause as he continued his assault with his tongue on my flesh. Pushing my body further and further towards our release. My hands gripped onto any part of his body that they could reach before he pushed his hands into mine forcing them above my head as he pushed his cock into my hot, wet sex. He pushed and I pushed, it was slow and hard. His tongue never leaving my body unless it was to find my own mouth, we pushed and pulled until neither of us could hold off any longer; our orgasms hitting us pulsing out of our cores, only to pour into each other. 

“Bellaaa…” He moaned out, it was dark and husky. Almost as if his body was at war with his mind, not bothering to acknowledge the reality in which we lived in. In that moment it didn’t matter. All that mattered was here and now, everything else could wait.

Next thing I know, I find myself dressing. I have no idea how much time has passed, but I NEED to leave. I have a job to do.

“Why are you leaving?” He asked.

“Does it matter?” My reply was curt.

He moved so quickly it almost didn’t register with me until I found myself being pinned down on the bed. Holding me down with one hand he hovered over me, his fingers on his other hand mimicked a gun being pointed at my chest. I didn’t even flinch. I just locked my eyes with his mossy, dark, green ones. He didn’t say anything, but there seemed to be a silent conversation-taking place between us. Finally he pulled me to my feet. I placed my arms around his neck.

“I need to go.” With my words I released him and went to leave. 

When I made it to my destination I was met with a face…NO. I thought to myself as I felt the weight of the gun in my outstretched hand.

“Bella!” He stood there with the same fierce look in his eyes as was in mine.

The shots rang out and….

What the fuck! I shot up in my bed as the sound of my alarm was going off. Shit! I sat there in my bed, a fine layer of sweat covering my body as I tried to get my breathing back under control. I swatted at my alarm and rubbed my hands over my face. It was just a dream Bella, just a fucking dream. I couldn’t think about that right now, I had to get ready to me Alec for brunch. I needed to find out what he wanted.

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WHAT'S YOUR POISON Chapter 8 Interview

Chapter 8

INTERVIEW

EPOV

            I woke up early; I had to meet up with Angela for the photo shoot for the magazine. I wasn’t exactly excited to have my picture taken, and I didn’t exactly know what kind of photos Angela would want to take. Bella had stayed with me last night, because she let Ben and Angela take her place while they were here. She was still curled up next to me, sleeping soundly. She was so beautiful when she slept, completely at ease with her dreams. She would talk in her sleep, although most of it was unrecognizable, she would occasionally say something that I could make out. One of these days I was going to have to ask her what it was that she dreamt about.

            I let my fingers dance across her naked back, slowly trying to wake her. She started to stir, and make little noises letting me know that she was waking up. I placed a kiss on her forehead.

            “Time to wake up sleeping beauty.” I whispered to her.

            “MMM…five more minutes?” She asked still half asleep.

            “Baby I am going to get in the shower.” I said as I untangled myself from her.

            I sat on the edge of the bed for a minute; stretching and trying to let the last bit a sleep escape me. I stood up and made my way to my bathroom.  By the time I had gotten out of the shower and was making my way to my closet to get dressed, Bella was sitting up in bed.

            “You know, you look pretty good in just a towel.” She said still trying to wake herself up.

            “Well you look pretty good in nothing but my bed sheet.” I said smiling back to her.

            “Is that so?” She asked.

            “Yes, I think I like you in nothing but a sheet wrapped around you. My bed never looked so good.” I turned to walk into my closet to get something to wear. “So, like what should I wear to this thing?” I asked.

            “Wear whatever, Angela will have something for you to change into when we get there. She has everything planned out. So are you ready for this? Ang will be doing the photos and then she will interview you for the magazine. Alice will be there too, to get footage and whatever to put up on the website.” Bella moved from the bed and walked over to me. She stood up on her tiptoes and gave me a little kiss. “My turn to shower.” She said before she smacked my ass and went to the bathroom to get ready.

            I pulled on a pair of boxer briefs, a pair of jeans that were worn out, and my Stoli t-shirt. I went and sat down on the end of my bed and put my socks and boots on.

            “Babe, do you want me to make some coffee or do you just want to stop and pick something up on our way there?” I asked Bella, poking me head into the bathroom.

            “Um…let’s just get something on the way. Besides I think Jaz will have food and stuff at the shoot.” She said over her shower.

            Bella got ready as I waited in the living room. I was sitting on the couch, looking at WYP’s website, to check out to see what type of pictures were posted and whatever else there may be. Bella walked into the living room, dressed and ready to go.

            “Whatch looking at?” She asked over my shoulder.

            “Oh…just checking out your website.” I said before closing my laptop. “You ready to go?” I asked.

            “For sure. Lets do this.” She said.

            We stopped for coffee before we went to the shop. I parked in back and the two of us made our way inside. Alice, Jasper, Ben, and Angela were already there. It looked like Angela had everything set up for a photo shoot.

            “How’z it bitches?” Bella said to everyone.

            “Hey sis.” And said.

            “So are we ready to do this thing or what?” Bella asked.

            “Yep everything is good to go. Edward I have your clothes hanging up over there, and Alice will get you ready.” Ang said to us.

            “Alright.” I said as I walked over to Alice.

            “Hey there Edward, you ready for this?” Alice asked.

            “I guess, so what do you want me to do?” Alice handed me some clothes to put on.

            “When you’re done, just come over and sit in the chair and I will get the rest of you ready.” I nodded and went into the bathroom to change. Alice had me wearing some sort of sweat pant type things, with a t-shirt and a black wool vest. I took my shoes and socks off, figuring that they weren’t part of the ensemble. Interesting choice of clothes but whatever; I walked out and went to sit in the chair where Alice seemed to have a little station set up for herself.

            “Okay…I am going to do your hair and get you all prettied up.” Alice rubbed some hair crap in her hands and then went to work on my hair. Once she was done, she put a bit of make-up crap on me. I can’t say that I was a huge fan of this, but I get it. “Okay all done.” She said stepping away from me.

            “So where do you want me?” I asked Angela.

            “Um…let’s start over there.” She pointed to an area in front of the windows. “Just act natural, I will move you around, a bit.” Angela lifted her camera and started taking shots. I wasn’t really sure what to do, so I just kind stood there, turning every so slightly, looking out the window. After a few shots, she had me lay on the floor and took some shots there. “Okay Edward, we are good with this, lets take a break before I have you change again, and we can do some of the interview.”

            “Okay.” I said. We went and sat down in a couple of chairs, Angela placed a recorded down, and got out her notebook.

            “So Edward how did you get into tattooing?” Angela asked first.

            “Well it has always been something that I loved. I love the art, I actually went to school for art for a bit, and I just kind of fell in love with this medium.” I said.

            “When did you get your first tattoo and what is it?” She asked.

            “I got my first tatt when I was 16…It is a cross on my chest…I have to say, that shit, kind of hurt, I really didn’t know what to expect pain wise for my first time…jesus I sound like virgin loosing their virginity.” I said laughing.

            “Does it have any special meaning?” She asked.

            “Um not really, just my initials, kind of a tribute to my family name or whatever, I didn’t really put that much thought into it, I just wanted to be badass. Ya know, be the only guy in school with a tatt…or something.” I answered with another laugh, trying to think back to when I got it done.

            “So how many tattoos do you have now?”

            “Well I am not to sure, I mean I have a full sleeve, a partial sleeve and a couple others in various places. But I am sure I have at least twenty or more pieces, something like that.”

            “Do any of your tattoos have any special meaning to you?”

            “Yes, some of them do, now that I have been doing this and getting them for a while now, I have found that I have gotten things put on my body that actually had some reason behind it, whether it was a for personal reasons, or experiences ya know.” I was thinking about all my ink now, thinking of the memories as to why I marked my body the way that I have.

            “When did you first start tattooing other people?”

            “I was 17 when I started, I started my apprenticeship when I was still in high school. I learned under Garret Slade, going after school and on the weekends and stuff.”

            “Oh yeah we know Garret, we have featured him before in the magazine, the guy has definitely got a gift.” She said. I wonder if Garret knows Bella I thought to myself.

            “Yeah, Garret is a good buddy. He is a badass when it comes to ink. I swear it’s like his religion or something.” That reminds me I should call that fucker up.

            “Did he teach you any trade secrets?”

            “Oh yeah he taught me something…” I laughed. “No but really, he is a genius at what he does. I really learned a lot from him, he kind of imparted his wisdom on me, about how to think about placement, and how the body moves, and of course the actual respect for the art itself, how that it is not just a picture on paper, but that it is something with an organicness to it, that once you place art on skin, it becomes alive, and how it tells a story. Even the most simple tatts have a story behind them and as the artist it is our job to make that story come to life…In Garret’s words…It is all about transcendence man, you are the key to setting the art free, letting it live…Garret is a crazy fucker. But he is right; I totally get what he was trying to say. I guess that would be his “secret”, well I guess not anymore, but there it is.” I stated.

            “So, rumor has it that you used to have your own shop. Why give that up and come and work for WYP?” Shit, I was cryptically hoping to avoid that question.

            “Uh yeah…I was part owner of a shop out in L.A. called Rebel Ink, but I ended up selling my half to my partner…It was just time for a change, time to come home I suppose.” I shrugged nonchalantly at Angela.           

            “Well there is no place like home. Anyway, what are your plans for WYP, what is it that you want to do here?” She asked.

            “Well…I would really love to treat the shop like a living art gallery. I really want to focus on the art and the history of what tattooing really is. I want to be able to showcase that, tattooing isn’t just about getting some tramp stamp your freshmen year of college because you want to rebel against Mommy and Daddy, or by getting some tribal arm band so you look like tough shit. I mean yeah I know that sounds kind of strange given the story of my first tatt, but there is so much more to ink than what is on the surface and I think that given this location and all that I would be able to do that. I just want to share the meaning behind it all and try and break out of all of the stupid stereo types that come along with it.”

            “That’s awesome Edward, I think that would be really cool. So, one last question what is going to be your next tatt?”

            “Well, that is a good question…I am not to sure, I always have ideas swirling around in my head, but I will just have to wait until something inspires me, or I am hit with something that I will always want to carry with me. Life is a journey, and I just happen to keep my story on my skin. But, I will definitely let you know when the time comes.” I said with a wink.

            “Well boss, that’s it for the interview…now it’s time for some more pics. So, do you have any problem with nudity Edward?” She asked with a devious grin.

            “Well, no not really…but what kind of nudity are we talking about here girl?” I asked with a look of skepticism.

            “Oh it’s not like we are going to go all playgirl on your ass. Just a little bit of skin, so we can see your tatts…that cool?” She asked.

            “No worries girl, I am down. So what do you want me to do?” I asked.

            Angela took more pictures, mostly with my shirt off. Which didn’t really bother me, considering the look on Bella’s face when she came down stairs to see how everything was going. She just stood there and stared with her mouth open for like 10 minutes. I have to admit, I liked that I had that kind of effect on her. After it was all said and done, we all decided to meet up later tonight to go out. I called Em to make sure that he was up for a night of depravity, which of course he was. You don’t have to ask that monkey twice.

            When we left to go back and chill until later, Bella and I were quiet. It was a good silence, I never felt uncomfortable around her and I loved that she didn’t feel the need to fill the silence with unnecessary chatter. My mind started to wander back to L.A. and the shit storm that was Aro. I knew that I was going to have to tell her about everything, but I really just wasn’t ready. I wasn’t sure how to approach the subject. I didn’t want herto look at me like a failure and I just wasn’t sure how she would react to all that my past was, it wasn’t pretty.

Flashback

            It was really late and I had left my phone at the shop, but I wasn’t working tomorrow, so I had to go back and get it. I pulled my bike into the ally behind the shop to go in through the back door. I wasn’t expecting anyone to be there, but when I walked in I saw a sliver of light coming from the office door. Thinking that maybe I had forgotten to shut it off when I left earlier. I walked over to the office door and pushed it open, what I saw before me, was not what I fucking expected.

            “What the fuck?” Aro’s head snapped up from the desk.

            “Hey Edward…uh” I held my hand up to stop Aro from contiueing.

            “Jesus fucking Christ Aro!” I belted out. I looked around trying to take in the scene in front of me. Aro had a shit load of drugs sitting on top of the desk, and aside from that I could see a film of white powder around his nose. Jane Aro’s old lady was sitting next to him, high as a fucking kite. I am pretty sure she wasn’t even aware that I was in the room.

            “Hey there Edward…long time boss. How’z it?” I turned to the voice that was coming from behind me on the couch.

            “What the fuck are you doing here? I told you to stay the fuck away! And that meant stay the fuck away, from me, my brother, my shop, and anyone else with me!”

            “Hey now brah. No worries I was just checking out da kine. Word through the coconut wireless was that Aro had some good shit, I was just stopping by for a taste.”

            “Well get the fuck out of here. I don’t want you near me or my fucking shop.” My fists were clenched at my sides and I was getting fucking pissed beyond comprehension. “Aro what the fuck is all this shit? Are you dealing from the fucking shop? Because I swear to fucking god Aro, that shit will not fucking fly. Fuck this! Aro I am not going to be a part of this, not ever again. I am out! I am done with this shit. Fuck Aro I knew that you were using again, but fuck man? I am not going to jeopardize myself and my family for your fucking drug problem. The shit is done. I don’t give two fucks what you do on your own time, in your own fucking house. But, not in the fucking shop.”

            “Come on Edward, its not all that bad. I was just…” I held my hand up again to stop him from talking.

            “No, Aro! I don’t want to fucking hear it. I am done! I will have the lawyers call you tomorrow. I don’t give a fuck what happens, you can buy me out, or whatever the fuck has to happen. But, I am not dealing with shit anymore.” I turned around to the couch. “And you stay the fuck away from me! I don’t ever want to see your fucking face ever again! If you come near me or anyone around me and I will personally unleash hell on your ass. I don’t give a fuck who you think you are! You got that?” I was so fucking pissed! I grabbed my phone off of the file cabinet and stormed out of the shop. I jumped back on my bike and made my way home to talk to Emmett to tell him what went down. I also needed to get my shit together and call the lawyers. I needed the fuck out of this fucking town and fast.

Present

            I snapped out of my memory, when I heard Bella say my name.

            “I’m sorry. What was that babe?” I asked trying to focus on her.

            “I was just wondering what you thought of the interview?” She repeated herself, a crease formed between her eyes as she examined me. “Hey…you okay? You kind of disappeared there fro a minute?”

            “Yeah. No worries baby…just thinking.” Fuck! I really don’t want to have this conversation with her, but I know that I am going to have to spill the shit sooner or later. Preferable later.

            We got back to my apartment and decided to order some take out and just chill out until later. Emmett still wasn’t there; he was probably still with Rosalie and Jasper doing god only knows what.

            “Hey babe do you want Thai or Pizza?” I shouted to Bella from the kitchen while she was trying to find something to watch.

            “Umm…I think I want pizza, you know something greasy before we go out tonight.” She yelled back at me.

            I grabbed the phone and walked into the living room. I already had the number memorized. “What do you want on your pie manu?” I asked as I sat down on the couch.

            “Um…pepperoni, sausage, peppers, mushrooms and extra cheese. And make sure I get extra cheese.” She said pointing at me.

            “Yes ma’am! You want anything else, this place has killer ceaser salad?” I replied with a salute.

            “For sure, do they have like garlic bread or something too?” I raised my eyebrow at her in question.

            “You hungry? Seems my little bird has quite the appetite!” I said with a chuckle. “And yes they have garlic bread. Did you want cheese on that too?”

            “Duh!” She said in a huff. “Don’t be fooled boss, I can eat. And I ain’t afraid to show it! She sauntered over to me and climbed up on my lap, straddling my legs. “Well are you gonna order or what boss, I’m wasting away here? Besides if your good I might share with you.” She said battering her long ass lashes at me.

            “Oh really? If I am good huh? Well, my little bird, haven’t you figured it out by now, that I am nothing but bad?” I grabbed Bella by her ass pulling her closer towards me. “But, I am sooo good at being bad!” I said with a wink before I lowered my mouth to her neck. Letting my tongue dark out as I place an open mouthed kiss on her soft skin. I just wanted a little taste. Oh fuck, who am I kidding, I wanted to lick her from head to toe.

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THE SWAN Chapter 5

I do not own any of these characters they belong to S.M.

Chapter 5

September 10, 2006

            I knew that I needed to do this, not just for myself but also for my family. I knew it was a somewhat of a backwards way of doing things, especially given that I was hiding who I really am, but if I wanted to find out certain information and remain unknown, this was the only way. I had always been somewhat of a sexual deviant, but my life just didn’t allow for the freedom that I craved. And that is when I decided to contact Kate, Tanya, and Irina. They were three sisters that were hosts to a very exclusive, very private, BDSM community. They ran somewhat of a “placement service” for the sordidly rich and powerful. Their clientele list consisted of politicians, heads of state, underground ringleaders, the obscenely wealthy, and of course members of the mafia. I think there may even be some royalty in the mix as well.

            As I dialed Kate’s private number, I thought back to the conversation I had with my personal lawyer, and the non-disclosure contracts that he had prepared for me. To give out to my personal staff and to Kate, Tanya, and Irina, this had to stay secret. I had to keep any and all information about what I was going to do, away from my family, friends, and certainly the public eye, especially any of those involved with government agencies. The phone ran three times before Kate answered.

            “Hello.” A voice on the line said.

            “Yes, hello. May I please speak with Kate?” I asked.

            “May I ask who is calling?” The woman asked.

            “This is Bella Swan, it is imperative that I please speak to her.” I replied.

            “Yes Miss Swan, one moment.”

            A few moments later Kate was on the line.

            “Hello there Bella, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Kate asked in a cheerful tone.

            “I was wondering if you had time to take a private meeting? I have something of a personal proposal to discuss with you and I know that you are the only one that can help me with it.” I stated.

            “Well of course Bella, anything for you. How about tomorrow, we can do lunch. Lets say around 12:30 at the restaurant in my building, and then we can head to my office to discuss your personal proposal as you put it. Besides it has bee too long, I would love to catch up with you.” She said.

            “Of course, that is perfect. Thank you Kate, I really appreciate this. I will see tomorrow then?” I said.

            “Absolutely Bella, I am looking forward to it. See you tomorrow.” And with that Kate hung up.

            Now that I had the meeting set up with Kate, I needed to make sure I had my contracts in order. Now I just needed to figure out what and how I wanted to propose my idea exactly. Thinking about my past sexual relationships, there weren’t many. I had always been a private person, but I also had a taste for more. I had only personal experiences with dabbling in the BDSM realm. I had never been someone’s contracted submissive, and my experience was limited to just scenes played out with my ‘boyfriend’ at the time. They viewed it more as just getting to have kinky sex with me, more than anything else. So I knew that I needed help, I needed more knowledge and training, if I was going to go ahead with my plan.

            And being 20 years old and somewhat sought after by men, because of who I was and where I came from, choosing a significant other was always a bit tricky. Considering what they would have to go through to be with me, I came from a dangerous world, a dark world, a secretive world. If my Uncle or Father were to figure out what I was doing, they would lock me away. They definitely would not approve. But, I knew that what I could bring to my family by doing this would be immeasurable as far as gathering certain information.

Present Day

            I was lying in my bed thinking about how I had gotten to this point. I thought to myself how fortunate I have been at keeping my identity secret. How I have never had a client up until my encounter with Edward Cullen, breach any portion of my contract. How could I have let that happen? What was I thinking, Edward Cullen is a dangerous man, but I needed to know. I tried reconciling with myself that I did what I had done with Edward for my family. But I knew I was kidding myself. No man had ever touched the way he had; I had never had a reaction like that before, both in the emotional and physical response. My mind drifted to our night together, I just wanted to know where I went wrong, it’s not as if I had never seen pictures of him before, I knew what he looked like. But the comparison of a picture of him and having him stand before me in the flesh were to completely different things.

            Fuck! I couldn’t get the feeling of his touch out of my mind; I could still feel the pulse of electricity that he ignited within me. The way that his mouth pressed against my own, the way that it moved across my skin. I could feel my cheeks start to warm, when the thought of what else his mouth, rather is tongue, were capable of. I was broken from my thoughts when I heard my phone ring. I rolled over and picked it up off of my nightstand to see who was calling. Shit, it’s Kate; she probably wants to take about my night with Edward. I took a deep breath and answered.

            “Hello Kate.” I said somewhat reluctantly.

            “Bella, we need to talk. I just received a phone call from none other than Edward Cullen. He had quite a few questions for me. He wanted to inform me about making sure that his invitation from the Swan had been returned and how he expected to receive it again and soon, I think you have some explaining to do!” She said sternly.

            “I figured that was why you were calling me. Kate I will gladly tell you everything, but I am in Italy at my Uncle’s house at the moment and I can’t really talk about it here. Especially since said topic happens to be in this very house.” I said somewhat irritated.

            “Holy Shit, Bella what did you do?” Kate asked.

            “It wasn’t me Kate, I had no idea. He is here at my Uncle’s request, not because of me.” I said.

            “Well fuck! Bella what are you going to do, Edward doesn’t suspect anything does he?” She asked.

            “Look I really can’t talk about this right now. I have to get ready for dinner. Where are you?” I asked.

            “I am in London, taking care of some business. Irina and Tanya are back in Seattle. I am trying to make arrangements for our annual masquerade.” She said.

            “How long do you plan on being in London. I could get on a plane tomorrow and meet you.” I said.

            “I will be here for a couple of days, then I was planning on flying to Rome. There are some things I need to attend to there.” She said.

            “Well how about I meet you in Rome. You can stay at our Villa as my guest. It will be the perfect excuse to get me out of the house. I am not sure what is going on here, why my Uncle has invited Edward here. Something is going on and well, I really don’t want to be here with Edward around. It could turn into a not so good situation, if you know what I mean.”

            “Absolutely. How about we meet in two days? Would that be okay, can you hold out until then? But we really need to deal with this situation as soon as possible.” Kate had an edge to her voice. But I completely understood as to why.

            “Yes, that is perfect. I will inform the staff that you will be arriving; I will meet you there in two days. Now I just have to get through the next two days and stay as far away from Edward Cullen as possible.” I said with a heavy sigh.

            “You do that. Be careful Bella, Edward was being awfully curious during his phone call. I don’t think he knows it’s you, but what he was asking, seemed like he was fishing for something.”

            “Thanks for the warning. I will see you in two days. And I wouldn’t take anymore calls from Edward if I were you, not until we have had a chance to talk and figure this whole thing out.” I said.

            “Don’t worry, I won’t be talking to him. I will see you in two days. Ciao Bella! Be safe.” Kate said.

            “Ciao.” I said back and then hung up the phone.

            I placed my phone back on my nightstand and got up off of my bed to go and get ready for dinner. I was not looking forward to this meal at all.

            I was heading downstairs, when I heard voices coming from the study. When I reached the main floor I walked over and saw that the door was open. I peeked my head in to see who was in there. It was Edward and his back was to me, he was on the phone with someone.            

            “Yes, I am here now.” He said.

            “No, we haven’t discussed anything yet. I hope to find out what Aro wants tonight after dinner. When I know you will know.” Edward’s hand came up and rubbed the back of his neck as he sighed heavily.

            “Yes, Emmett I know. Maybe you and Jasper should fly to Italy. I don’t think anything is wrong, I think Aro wants to discuss something important with me, something personal perhaps, because if it was just business as usual, I would have received all of that through Garrett. I am not really sure what he wants with me. And when it comes to Aro one can never tell what he is thinking.” Edward’s hand came down and put it in his pocket. He pulled out a silver cigarette case. Placing his phone against his shoulder he pulled out a cigarette, he then placed the case back in his pocket and pulled out a silver lighter. I heard the click of the lighter and saw the cloud of smoke swirl around his head.

            “Yes, she is here. I met her this afternoon.” He said with a slight laugh. What the hell was that about, he was obviously referring to me. I could see him shaking his head slightly.

            “Yes Emmett, better than any picture I have ever seen. Not quite what I was expecting, let’s just put it that way.” He said as he took another drag off of his cigarette, the cloud of smoke swirling around his dark bronzed hair.

            “It doesn’t mean anything Emmett. Don’t worry about it. No Emmett, I don’t think that would be a very wise thing to do, considering I am in Aro’s house.” There was a long pause before Edward spoke.

            “Just make sure that you and Jasper are here by tomorrow. Make sure Carlisle knows. I will come and meet you when you get here. Goodbye Emmett.” And with that Edward hung up. He remained standing with his back to me as he smoked his cigarette. I was about to walk to the dinning room when he spoke.

            “You know it’s not polite to spy on people Principessa.” He said mater of factly; he kept his back to me and continued to smoke his cigarette. I opened the door wider and walked in.

            “I was not spying, this is my house. And if you didn’t want anyone to hear what you were saying, then perhaps you should have closed the door.” I spat at him. He just raised his eyebrows at me and took another drag off of his cigarette. He pulled the silver case from his pocket; clicking it open he offered it to me. Why the fuck not, I am stressed. I took one from the case. I waited to bring to my mouth until he replaced it and pulled the silver lighter from his pocket. When he clicked the lighter I leaned in to light my cigarette. I inhaled deeply, letting the smoke fill my lungs. Smooth, he smokes expensive tobacco. I thought to myself I exhaled.

            “Why are you here?” I said pointedly.

            “I was invited.” He said in response.

            “So you don’t know why my Uncle invited you then…interesting.” I said as I took another hit from my cigarette.

            “You have a very beautiful mouth.” He stated as he eyed me. I saw something flicker behind those deep emerald orbs. I didn’t say anything I just glared back at him. I wasn’t going to give anything away.

            “I sure hope that you aren’t in trouble, it would be a shame.” I said sarcastically.

            “I think I like your bottom lip. Good for a biting.” He continued, ignoring my comments, he was trying to unnerve me, but I kept my stare and did not waiver at his comments. Who does he think he is talking to me this way in the first place?

            “Well I hope you enjoy dinner, it may be your last.” I said with a shrug and smile as I walked past him. I moved towards the table to put my cigarette out in the ashtray. As I turned around to leave, I found myself being blocked by Edward. He moved towards me closer so that I found myself pressed up against the table. He was only mere centimeters away from me. His arms went on either side of me. Reaching around to place one on the table and the other to put out his cigarette. I could feel the heat coming from his body. His head was next to mine and I felt him take a deep breath. He pulled back slightly so he could look at my face. His eyes were piercing as they stared back into mine. I could feel my heart rate picking up as he continued to stare at me.

            “Perhaps.” He whispered nonchalantly. His hand came up and tucked a piece of my hair behind my ear. He then let his forefinger slide down my neck, slowly. And there it was, that shock that jolt of electricity the moment his skin touched mine. My breath hitched slightly at the moment of contact. His eyes narrowed momentarily, and he then pulled his hand away. He stood up straight and took a step back from me.

            “Time for dinner Principessa.” He turned and walked towards the door. “After you.” He said with a waive of his arm. I pushed myself away from the table and walked out of the study, I didn’t even glance at him as I passed. Fuck I am in trouble. I need to get out of this house. I need to get away from Edward Cullen and fast. I thought to myself I walked into the dinning room and greeted my Aunt and Uncle who were standing on the side of the room drinking cocktails.

            “Bella darling would you like a drink?” My Aunt purred to me.

            “Yes, please. A strong one.” I answered her. She just nodded and smiled her smile while she poured the liquor from the shaker into a glass for me. I took the glass from here and saluted before I practically downed the whole thing.

            “So what’s on the menu tonight?” I said with a fake smile and held out my glass for a refill.

Okay so there it is. I am to apologize for not updating sooner. There will be more chapters to follow shortly. I just wanted to give you something. I have been extremely busy and I ended up getting sick, which delayed my writing and updates. So sorry about that, but there will be more very soon. Hopefully in the next day or two. So tell me what you think, I love reading your reviews. And I just want to say thank you for all that I have received so far, you guys rock, so keep them coming. Tell me what you think! Thanks for being patient with me. Love you all! Hope you enjoyed it!

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