“Another night with Victoria?”
“God, no. I think I’m done with her,” I said as I rubbed my
right ass cheek where she bit me two days ago. “I don’t want any more scars on my
body from her teeth. But, the reason why I’m walking like a little old lady is
because I got flipped on the beach by this hot brunette.”
“A guest?” Emmett asked, his eyes
hardening.
“Alice’s friend,” I replied. “Bella.” I smiled softly before
turning back to Emmett who was laughing hysterically. “Yo! Douche, I got
flipped by a girl and you’re laughing?”
“Because it’s so perfect!” Emmett snickered. “What happened?
Tell me EVERYTHING, Eddie.”
“Don’t call me Eddie,” I said, arching a brow. “I’ll tell
Rose where you keep your pot stash.”
“Sorry,” he said, sobering quickly. “Seriously, what
happened?”
I told him the whole story of how I was walking back to my
villa early this morning. I had woke up from my drunken stupor because my phone
was ringing. Raspberry wanted to meet up and I obliged. Three hours later, I
was thoroughly fucked (literally and figuratively) and walking back home. However,
on the way there, I saw Bella wearing a pair of short plaid shorts and a white
tank top. It was quite obvious that she was not wearing a bra as the dusty rose
color of her nipples were apparent under the nearly translucent top. As I
walked toward her, I was blown away by her simple elegance, even in her casual
attire. In addition to that, I could see that she had a story, too. Her eyes
were sad as she looked out over the Atlantic Ocean.
Anyhow, that sadness was gone when she effortlessly grabbed
my neck and flipped me onto the white sand. Her brown eyes were twinkling as
she gave me shit that she could defend herself and sauntered off, shaking her
ass tauntingly in my direction.
Emmett was now rolling on the dock of our marina. Tears were
falling down his cheeks as he laughed like a fucking hyena. “Ugh! You suck, Em,”
I growled as I started to stomp away.
“I do not suck,” he chortled as he caught up with me. “Admit
it, little brother. It’s pretty fucking funny. It also solidifies that epic
coolness that is Isabella Swan. She made you fall, head over heels for her.”
“Go swim with the sharks, Emmett,” I grumbled. “I’ve got to
make sure we have the supplies for the luau tonight.”
“The offer is still on the table, Edward. A thousand bucks
if you wear the coconut bra and grass skirt,” Emmett smiled as he walked toward
the buffet. “You’d look hot, little brother. Shaking your money maker!”
“No, Em,” I chuckled. “I’ll talk to you later.”
“Holy SHIT! Did hell freeze over? My brother actually
chuckled,” Emmett bellowed as he continued is trek to the buffet. I flipped him
off and walked toward my office.
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