Blockbuster Teaser

 What just happened?

I stood on the curb as the cab pulled away with Bella inside. Yes, I’d gotten a little pissed that Bella just melted as she spoke to whomever was on the phone, but I thought I masked it pretty damn well. It was irrational for me to feel the jealously searing through my veins. She wasn’t mine. She wasn’t a girlfriend, but I was definitely attracted to her.

Okay, I was more than attracted to her. I was drawn to her.

I pulled out my phone and sent her a text. Bella, come back! Please ~ Edward

Probably, I could have followed her, but I didn’t want to be a complete stalker. I’d already done that and it would shifty if I did it again. Walking back to private dining room, I paid for our bill and I pocketed Bella’s money. I would give it back to her.

Somehow …

I sent her another text. I was an asshole … I acted like a jealous asshole. Please, let me make it up to you? ~ Edward

She still hadn’t responded to me. Not that I expected her to.

Bella was incredibly beautiful, extremely intelligent and terrified beyond belief about being hurt. Who had hurt her?

I got into my car, driving back to beachside, secluded mansion. I parked in the garage and dragged my body into my home. I slipped off my suit coat. I poured myself a glass of scotch, going to sit outside and listen to the waves crash against the shore. Kicking my feet up onto a chaise lounge, I pulled out my cell phone and sent Bella one last message.

I’m truly sorry for being a jerk. I really hope that you can forgive me and give me another chance, along with an opportunity to talk to you, make it up to you. Please? ~ Edward

I hoped she’d respond, but I wasn’t holding my breath.

I don’t know how long I’d sat outside, but I got a few texts from my sister telling me that she was coming over tomorrow morning to go over a few things. I asked her to not come over too early. I was slightly drunk and I knew I’d be hungover. When my conversation with my sister was over, Bella had responded.

I couldn’t really read her emotions through her texts, but I was grateful she replied. She was giving me another chance and hopefully, I’d be able prove to her that I wasn’t an asshole like she believed me to be. I finished my drink and got up. I blew out a breath, padding inside of my home and heading up to my master bedroom. I stripped out of my clothes, leaving the door open so I could listen to the waves. It was better than any white noise machine invented.

Eventually I drifted off to sleep and my dreams were filled of a brunette beauty with heart-shaped face, a gorgeous smile and deep brown eyes that held so many secrets.

What was her story?