And I concurred. Holy shit was right.
Esme had sure outdone herself this year. It looked like something out of a fucking Bing Crosby movie.
Fuck.
You could see the fucking house a mile away.
I turned in my seat and cupped her face, “Not half as beautiful as you.” I told her. I kissed her lips sweetly and pulled back to kiss her nose.
I was just about to go for my door handle when Bella grabbed a hold of my sweatshirt strings and kissed the shit out of me.
I moaned as she tugged at my hair, pulling my face to her. Fuck it was hot.
I damn near snarled when she took hold of the situation. Literally.
“Fuck, I want you,” I murmured against her lips and my hands cupped her breasts through her dress. Fuck, she wasn’t wearing a bra.
Bella smiled against my lips, then I felt a warm weight replace her hand, and a gust of cold air. The she was gone. I opened my eyes, and was met with her opened door, and Migg’s staring up at me.
.
.
.
Bella
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I giggled as I fled the scene, where I had just left Jasper with an amazing hard on and my stinky dog in his lap. He was still looking around, gaping like a fish.
Was it cruel. Yes.
But it was payback for that stunt he pulled in front of Maggie, making me moan like a wanton hussy, even if I was one.
I didn’t even make it to the front porch when the front door nearly came off it’s hinges and I was almost taken out by a black blur. A sobbing black blur.
Alice.
“I missed you, too Ali-Brooke.”
Then she started laughing at something behind me, and I found a dejected looking Jasper coming up the walk with a proud looking Migg’s all decked out in his festive wear.
“Oh Jazz,” she cackled. “did you finally find a job your good at,” she teased.
“Family dog walker?” She asked giggling as they embraced.
“Shut up, Ali.” he told her kiss her forehead. “Or I’ll tell Garrett all of your little secrets.”
Alice huffed and Jasper smiled, smug bastard knew he won, for now.
Jasper handed me Migg’s leash before he kissed me, really kissed me, right in front of Alice.
I was still panting when he told me he need to get ready for dinner and disappeared into the warmth of the house. Leaving me defenseless with Alice.
Traitor.
I almost didn’t want to see the look on Alice’s face.
She had one eyebrow raised and a was smiling knowingly at me.
“So, a little birdie told me that you and Jazz got caught rolling through the sheets this morning. There any truth in that?” she asked in her sweetest voice.
I smiled a little and decided to play dumb.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Jazz and I always used to sleep in the same bed so I don’t see why it’s-
“Oh, come off it, Bean. You were either shagging him or about to, and from what Mom told me, I’d say it was the ladder. I know you better than that, so which is it?”
“Well, we weren’t shag- having sex-
“OH BELLY!” she squealed, throwing her arms around me and jumping up and down.
“I always knew he… and then that summer at the cabin… and of course on your birthday… oh, I wonder what color theme we’ll use… Do you like freesia? Oh never mind… there’s that chapel down in….
I only caught have of the shit she was saying. The Cullen family were ranters, and Alice could hang with the best of them. When she started going on about floral arrangements and baby names I had to stop her.
“ALICE!”
She just squealed some more and hugged me.
“I’m just so happy your home.” She told me as tears spilled from her bright green eyes.
“Me, too.” I agreed my own traitorous tears making their presence known.
The dog was shivering by time Alice and I had dried our face and headed inside; linked arm and arm, while she rattled off all about her fiancé and how they first met, and how good he was in the sack.
And just about anything else you could think off.
All eyes were on me as I entered the setting room.
And yes, I meant everyone.
It was then that I made the connection of Alice’s fiancé and the life I had now left behind.
Fuck.
He was the groom that was with Jazz and Em the other night.
Garrett had seen me dance.
Garrett had seen me in next to nothing.
And I knew come hell or high water if that fucker opened his mouth in front of my father, Alice wouldn’t have a fiancé.
But that’s not what had my attention.
It was the handsomely graying gentlemen with a big smile and a trail of tears leaking out from underneath his silly glasses.
My father the man who took me in and treated me better than my own father ever had.
All the pain and hurt I had suffered for the past four years vanished and I threw myself into his arms like a five year old.
Cause sometimes a girl just needs her daddy.“S’alright, love, I have ‘ye now.” He whispered, kissing the top of my head and squeezing me tight.
“Let me have a look at ‘ye,” he cooed as he pulled me back at arms length. “Yer beautiful, my Belle.”
It always found it interesting how a man with Alistair’s reputation could ever love anyone, especially a child who didn’t belong to him.
It was there in my fathers arms that I had an epiphany. I’d been a fool.
Looking into my father’s eyes and the eyes of my family, I knew it was me who was disappointed with myself, not them.
They held no judgment, only love.
Looking around the room, I found nothing but love and comfort, save for Bitchilie, who was giving me the evil eye.
I’d take care of that bitch later. She wanted to play Cullen. I’m game.
I hoped she knew what she was getting herself into, we may have never met, but she was the outsider, not me.
And the Cullen’s, we stick together.
“I love ‘ye, lass, welcome home.” My father whispered and then handed me over to Jasper, in Jasper’s arms I was safe.
A look past between them that I couldn’t quite put my finger on, I made a mental note to ask about that later.
When dinner was served we filled into the formal dinning, well, one of them anyway.
But the Cullen’s did shit there own way.
The wine flowed freely throughout dinner, and polite conversation was made.
By the first bottle everyone, even Rosalie was chatting happily.
By bottle number four, Emmett and Jasper got yelled at for starting a mini food fight. They hurled everything from dinner rolls to linguine across the table at each other.
By the opening of bottle number seven, I was sure everyone was going to mass with a hangover.
Carlisle and Esme where halfway to the bedroom - only they were still sitting at the table, blushing like honeymooners and whispering not so discreetly to each other, and thinking we didn’t notice what was going on under the table.My father - despite his macho reputation - was a lightweight, by bottle four he had begun regaling us in Irish Folklore and song.
Jasper, my poor sweet Jasper, was trying unsuccessfully to play footsy with me under the table, and he grinned until Emmett stood up and announced to the room, that Jasper was sick and that he refused to be Jasper’s butt-monkey.
Even Rosalie laughed at that.
Alice well, Alice was fucking twisted. Hanging off Emmett and singing right along with my father.
In my eyes the night couldn’t have gone better.
Everything was perfect until…
“Now I remember you!” Was bellowed across the table, and my heart stopped when I realized it was Garrett.
My heart was hammering in my chest.
Emmett looked pale, Jasper was red, and Alice looked confused.
“Yeah, your that dancer from last night,” he slurred and walked over to Jasper to give him a friendly clap on the back.
Esme gasped and the room stilled.
Garrett leaned down to whisper in his ear, not even noticing that Jasper was shaking. “Damn what’d you pay for that, bro?” except it wasn’t a whisper and everyone heard, my father included.
It happened before I even realized it, and all I heard was a loud thud, and the china rattle. I assume the noise came from Garrett’s head when it met the dinning room table, and the grunting was Garrett struggling to get his arm loose from the painful way it was twisted behind his back.
That was when the entire fucking room erupted.
It was like watching a movie in slow motion.
My father and Carlisle were out of their seats headed toward the now shaking Garrett, who just seemed to realize that he really stepped in it.
Jazz had veins popping in his forehead as he continued to scream at Garrett, I’m pretty sure Jazz broke his arm.
While I had been watching Jazz, Esme and Alice had cornered the Rosabitch and I don’t have a clue what they said to her, but she was bawling.
Emmett was shaking me and begging me to get Jazz to let Garrett go.
I was right he had broken Garrett arm.
It was fucking insanity.
Maybe it was the stress. Maybe it was the wine.
But… I had had enough of this shit.
I stuck my thumb and my pointer in my mouth and let the mother of all whistles fly.
Every head snapped in my direction as I yelled out, “YES!”
I turned to Garrett. “Yes, I was the dancer you saw last night, but I would appreciate in the future if you kept that between us, and not at the dinner table in front of my father.” He hung his head and Jasper finally let him go.
“And you,” I stated, turning to Rosalie. “I may have been a dancer, I was never a whore to anyone-
“I appreciate the fact that you’re looking after your brother-in-law, I get that, and as sister in this family I hope Emmett forgives me,” I said getting right in her face.
“You may be Emmett’s wife, and you may be a O’Hale, but you are no better than me. And I’ll ask kindly, that you never speak to me again, because if you do,” I said as I moved closer and as she inched back I grabbed a fistful of hair from the back of her head and pulled her face to mine. We were nose to nose. “you’ll be choking on your own fucking teeth.” I growled at her and kissed her cheek before letting her go. She stumbled back into her chair and didn’t say another fucking word.
I excused myself after that.
I kissed Esme and Carlisle and thanked them for dinner.
I kissed my father good night and told him we’d talk later.
I apologized to Alice and Emmett.
I kissed Jazz once, picked up my dog who had retreated under that table when the war broke out, and took my tired ass to bed.
I hit the bed fully clothed, hugging my stinking dog, and cried myself to sleep.
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