Outtake

It's a pretty RAW cut.  Full of Cullen's comma whoring issues and maybe a few other errors, but enjoy.   We're trying to get these out as quickly as possible to you and thought you might enjoy another outtake in the meantime!

"Money, so they say.

Is the root of all evil today."

Pink Floyd - Money

EmPOV

She danced over him, his fingertips gliding over her toned stomach, her hair fell in waves over their faces. Her hands adorned with brightly colored, plastic fingernails, pushed his head between her naked, fake breasts. His lips creased in an overly obnoxious smile as she climbed into his lap, her covered heat grinding against his leg.

Taking a slight swig of my draft beer, I chuckled and turned my head slightly, looking into a set of familiar eyes.

"And just what the fuck are we doing here?" I barked over the loud music, grinning as Mike left his seat, the stripper guiding him by his hand like some sick, sad little puppy through the horribly obnoxious, lighted stripclub.

Edward grinned, leaning further back in his chair, smirking as a few of the dancers passed by, waving and giggling like schoolgirls. ''Best happy hour in Miami," he smiled, taking a drink of his bourbon.

I nodded my head in response, the loud music starting to become irritating in my ears. "Why didn't you think to invite Whit?"

"He's busy. Fucking a tornado... or something," Edward chuckled as a small blonde woman climbed into his lap, his hands grabbing her hips, guiding them to create the friction I assumed he desired.

"What?"

I watched as he took another hefty gulp of his drink. He seemed to take his time indulging in the auburn liquid, smiling as the woman leaned down, running her tongue slowly across his upper lip. Waiving a nonchalant hand towards me, he continued with his escapades. "I don't know. I don't get involved in his personal matters."

I let out a hearty laugh. Who did he think he was kidding?  "Are you serious, man? He's one of your best friends and you're going to sit here and tell me you don't get involved in his life? You expect me to believe that?"

Edward sat there, shifting uncomfortably as the woman bent over him, her full cheeky flesh within inches of his face. Even with obvious distraction and the terrible lighting in the club, I could tell something was on his mind. Regardless, it didn't give him an excuse to act like an asshole.

"You know Ed, he told me the way you treated his girl on the boat the other night. Not cool man," I shook my head, "Not fucking cool. I'm just sorry I wasn't there to intervene and put you in your place. Sounds like you need a good ass kicking these days."

In my mind I tried to sort out what could possibly be disturbing him. True, he had been working more than his usual hours, but that wasn't abnormal for Edward. His social life had seemed to be taking a dive lately, other than the paparazzi and Tanya's vulgar friends, he rarely had anybody to confide in. However he knew he could always confide in me; his brother. Edward was a difficult specimen. I would never push him to divuldge information he wasn't ready to share, however if he kept acting like a bonifide asshole ...well, fuck. Then I was going to start pushing.

"Don't start with me Em. It's not my fucking fault Jasper can't control his little peons he likes to associate himself with. Besides, she's the opposing lawyer in court, and that's just all sorts of fucked up," he managed to blurt out right as the dancer smothered him yet again.

I stared at him. Edward had always been a little cocky around the sleeves, it was just his nature. Living in Miami didn't help this matter. However lately, he had been different. His hits had been a bit more personal.

"Dude... what the fuck has gotten into you?"

He responded, not even looking at me. Focusing on the floozy grinding on top of him instead. "What do you mean what the fuck has gotten into me? When did it become a crime to get a little action in my life?"

"It's not a crime man, but Jesus... you've been walking around acting like a complete cocksucker. I don't even know who you are anymore."

Chapter 5: Trash

"Sex SEX Sex

...And don't forget the violence."

Marilyn Manson - This Is The New Shit

Jury of Dreams

Edward suddenly leaped from his chair, banging it against the bench pew behind him.  "Permission to approach the bench, Judge Whitlock?"
The Judge sighed, adjusting in his seat before answering.  "Permission granted."
Edward walked toward me, his smile cruelly burning through my exterior.  He didn't stop when he approached the wooden stand, instead he stepped up the few stairs to stand right next to me in the small area.
"Bella," he breathed, grabbing my chair and spinning it towards him.  Leaning into me, his breath came in hot wisps across my face, the familiar smell of my many trysts rushing excitedly to pool at my center.  "Judge Whitlock would like to know what you've done.  I think you should answer him, Mrs. Newton," Edward breathed, leaning closer.

Unsettling Texts

Office.  10AM. 

     J. Black

I looked at the clock; it was nearly eight thirty in the morning… on a Saturday.  This worried me.  Granted, Jake occasionally would stop in the office on the weekends, but it was always by himself; he would never think to call any of his employees in unless they had been previously scheduled.  Plus, Jake wasn't one to text, hell he wasn't even one to email.  Even with his job as head editor, he seemed to be constantly repelling technology.  A good old fashioned call from Jacob usually suited his standards, so needless to say a text from him, had hundreds of butterflies taking flight in my stomach.

                                  

Breathtakingly Beautiful

 I liked to think I was pretty lucky when it came to an office space.  The Miami Times is located on the 30th floor of a gorgeous scraper amidst the city's skyline.  Granted, my cubicle was small but I had insanely gorgeous views of Miami.  However, Edward's office was a sight to be reckoned with.  His walls were professionally painted in darker shades of grey that accompanied the lighter shade in the main rooms.  Instead of marble, his floors boasted a beautifully shined teak wood.  His furniture was sleek and seamless, glass accented with darker shades of carved wood.  Black and white photos just like the ones in the main entry way graced his walls, however these were of old wooden docks, each decrepitly beautiful.  The obvious focal point of the room was the floor to ceiling glass window panes that completed his back wall.  A window full of palm trees, the soft sand of the beach, and blue waves crashing into the shore nearly one hundred feet away took my breath away.  Between the natural light of the sun and the darkness of the walls, the whole look was quite melodramatic; quite captivating.

 Heated Exchange

"What the fuck are you doing here?  Come to ruin my marriage in front of my wife?  Just because yours isn't working doesn't mean you have the right to destroy mine!  You're lucky I got her out of here when I did,” Edward yelled at me, his chest heaving between breaths.

 

Near Freedom

I spun on my heel and hurried myself towards the exit, towards freedom.  I didn't want to run, to give myself away.  I had to get away from him, but tried to keep myself in check.  I couldn't be certain, but I thought I heard something hit the ground behind me, however I kept moving forward.  Suddenly, a firm grip wrapped around my arm and I was thrust into a small room mere feet away from the outside world.

Marked Skin

Mustering up as much force as I could, I pushed my arms against him, shoving him completely from my body.  In a sudden fit, I grasped at his shirt, ripping it open as hard as I possibly could, his surprised expression, nearly sending me into a fit of giggles.  Harshly slapping my palms on his chest, I slowly dragged my nails down his muscled abs, watching as he grimaced.  His sun-kissed skin plumped as my nails left their marks; I smiled, more than pleased.  He sucked in a quick breath and a low moan escaped from the back of his throat.  "Tell me, Mr. Cullen, how does that feel?"

Obnoxious Tugs
Edward moaned as he caught me eyeing him, suddenly grabbing my wrist and pulling my hands away from his throbbing cock.  I wanted to whimper at the loss of touch, but was too excited for what was to come.  He quickly spun me around, placing my arms against the door.  Covering them for a moment with his own hands, his hot breath trailed on my neck.  With a slight shift he pushed his dick into the small of my back, grinding into the back of me.  I groaned at the friction, but desperately needed more.  Slowly, he dragged his hands down my arms, grazed the side of my breasts, and pulled on my shirt with an obnoxious tug.  What little buttons he hadn't managed to undo earlier pinged across the room, his teeth nipping cruelly at my exposed shoulder, his hands roughly unclasping my bra, harshly cupping at my chest.

Angered Thrusts

Feeling a slight bit of anger, I pushed my ass further into him, eliciting a mound of profanities from his lips.  Before I even had time to process what was happening, he pulled my tight pencil skirt up as far as he could, the sound of ripping material filling the small room.  Pushing my soaked panties to the side, he waivered for a moment, his breath deliciously heavy against my shoulder.  With a sudden force, he thrust inside of me, pushing all the way to the hilt, slamming me into the door.

 

Tainted Marriage

My marriage certificate was covered in him.
He had pulled out of me just as he was about to come, finishing over my file, his residue smearing not only mine, but Mike's signature as well.
What.  The.  Fuck?

Chapter Five; TEASER

You asked for it; you shall receive.  It's completely raw and unedited.  So excuse the horrible grammar, punctuation & anything else we've missed.   Enjoy a little tease while our beta is busy at work.  Enjoy!

"Something wrong?" he snickered, the palm of his hand trying to grasp for my hip.

Successfully managing to block him, I turned from his grasp and tried to make my way towards the door. "You like to think you can have me anyway you want, but you can't. Not now, not anymore," I barked at him. "You may be able to fuck anything you want in Miami, but I'm going to be the one thing you can’t have."

His eyes darkened as a dark chuckle escaped his lips. "Feisty you are today Mrs. Newton. Maybe you do have a backbone after all." The smug smile remained in place as he continued, "As much as I enjoy this new attitude of yours, I have to correct you on one thing.  You see, I can have you and I will have you."

I rolled my eyes towards him as I grasped the doors knob, my chest heaving with excitement at the mere fact that I had finally been able to stand up to him. I was prepared to open the door and fully walk away from him, fully exit from his perfect world.

“Mrs. Newton?” he asked, his eyebrows perked. “Just one thing before you leave.”

Letting go of the heavy knob, I turned towards him slowly, breathing in deeply as I watched him search the rows of files, finally placing his fingers on one in particular and giving a quick pull. Walking towards me, he thumbed the manila folder in his hands, giving me full advantage to see the papers.

To my horror, I watched as pictures, copied documents, bank statements, and a marriage certificate flipped between his fingers; My file, my life was literally racing before me as he continued to walk towards me. Pressing his body flush against mine, I sucked in a heavy breath of air as his palm closed the door behind us, the click of the lock echoing loudly throughout the room.

“Ironic isn’t it? Your life...,” he grinned, his lips grazing my collar bone. “Right here, between my fingers."

I swallowed noisily, my throat suddenly becoming extremely dry. Edward backed away, and resumed thumbing through my file, quick glimpses of my previous life continuing to tease and taunt my brain.


"I'm good at many things, as you know Mrs. Newton, but I'm especially good at my job. That's what people pay me for. People know this, I know this, Miami knows this. You see, Alice is fresh meat... or freshly fucked as we attorneys like to call it. She's right out of college, starting off on her own. Quite cute actually,” he smiled, amusing only himself. "I make people like Alice cry. I humiliate them in the courtroom."
 "I think Alice can hold her own," I barked towards him, turning my back towards him once again, my fingers fumbling on the door lock.

He laughed, placing my file under his left arm while grabbing me with his right, only to spin me around to face him. "That may be, however I know people and I know the right people. I’m not in this business to play make believe. I’m here to ruin people and I have the ability to end her career before it even starts. When I told you the other day, I could ruin you, I meant that. Ruining both you and Alice would be a pleasurable experience for me, quite exciting actually."

I seethed in his direction, my putrid hate for him seeping into the room. Taking my eyes off his, I could only manage to stare at my file that was tucked safely under his arm.

"Want it?" he breathed, bringing the file out from under his arm and waving in front of my face.


"You know I do," I gulped, following the manila file with my eyes, my heart skipping a beat as a sudden flick of his wrist sent my file fluttering to the ground. My life, my once peaceful life scattering across the floor. Looking down towards the discarded documents he snickered. To access my file, meant one thing. I would have to succumb, sink to my knees in front of him.

"I'm not giving you what you want Edward Cullen. I'm not going to sink to my knees like one of your little whores," I quietly breathed, my breath fanning across his face. I could barely allow myself to look at him in fear I would actually give in to his little game.

"Hmm, is that so?" Edward murmured, pressing me up against the door once again, his arms blocking me in a small cage. "Tell me one thing Mrs. Newton. When I do this...," he whispered, his nose running a line down my jaw, his warm tongue flicking gingerly at my skin. "Or this," he asked, his right hand slipping from the side of my head, running a line down my blouse, his index finger taunting feverishly at my exposed flesh, plucking at a few of the buttons. "How do you feel?"

 Turning my head, I squelched the urge to moan. With just a simple touch of his fingertip, just a simple flick of his tongue had already sent a round of warmed, wetness between my legs... and he knew it.

The fucking prick knew it.