Chapter Four: Shipwrecked

"Well if you told me you were drowning,
I would not lend a hand.

I've seen your face before my friend,
but I don't know if you know who I am.

Well I was there and I saw what you did,
I saw it with my own two eyes.

So you can wipe off that grin,
I know where you've been.

It's all been a pack of lies."

Phil Collins - In the Air Tonight

Flattering Figure

The rich, chic Marc Jacobs boasted a delicate lace pattern across the bust, followed by an 'I really can't fucking breathe' waist line. Although I could barely move, I had to admit my figure looked more than flattering as I eyed myself in front of a full length mirror. Alice completed my outfit with a pair of Jimmy Choo black kitten heels and a simple diamond tear necklace.

Pure Vintage

Not to be outdone, Alice had chosen a startling white vintage Christian Dior. The crisp color of the material, along with the white Manolo Blahnik heels she had paired with it, complimented her bronzed skin wonderfully. Her soft, brown locks were piled in a messy bun, with a few stray tendrils falling into her eyes. Her eyes were dramatically dark, and her pout boasted the most bold shade of red I had ever seen.

Tempting Mr. Black

Pulling away from him, I took notice of his attire. He looked stunning in his black suit, the material nearly matching the color of his own hair. He was freshly shaven and if I was a betting woman, he probably had managed to smell as tempting as he looked. It was the best I had ever seen Jake look in the time I had known him. Granted Jake didn't normally look like some thrown out piece of yesterday's trash, but tonight I felt privileged to be tucked at his side.

Perfectly Luxurious

My breath hitched the moment we stepped foot onto the deck, an audible gasp literally escaping my throat. It was one of the most gorgeous sights I had ever seen. The polished, wood deck was littered with waiters, dressed to the tens in crisp white tux's with matching white gloves, busily running around the deck with silver plated trays. Guests were dressed in the most gorgeous black and white couture and there was even a small orchestra hidden in the corner left of the deck, their white suits perfectly mimicking the waiters. To add contrast, red velvet couches, along with matching red umbrellas and soft white lanterns were strategically placed around the deck, allowing luxurious places to sit and rest while others mingled.

Personal Hell

I turned to see him lost amidst a sea of women, each model material and linked around his arms. Surprisingly, although a specific dress code had been stated, he was clad in a pair of rather expensive looking dark grey slacks, complete with a black colored shirt and a iced grey sports jacket. He donned the same shoes I had seen him in this morning at the coffee house, their black leather polished into a high shine. Covering his eyes, were the same pair of shades that had taunted me earlier and a Cheshire cat grin to boost. His hair was blowing in the wind wildly, lose strands sticking in every direction.

Taunted Memories

The same woman in the numerous photos hung above his bed. His bed. The same woman in the photos who wore an enormous glistening ring, the same ring I couldn't help but stare at. His wife.

Stunning Show

After a few grunts, three almost near spills of my champagne, and one good dress re-adjustment, I managed to pull myself completely to the top of the deck. Directly in front of the staircase was a hot tub, the water glowing slightly purple. The lighting was softer here than the rest of the areas, even more beautiful than the party floor had been. The breeze was cooler, and the view was stunning. A thousand stars blazed brightly in the sky, dancing across the water. The moon shone brightly, giving me my own personal show. I breathed in deeply, my lungs filling with the sea's salt and fresh air. Although I had already established to myself that I didn't belong here, I couldn't help but smile. It was breathtaking.

Shipwrecked

"Heidsieck..," he continued, ignoring my obvious eye rolls. "Or rather Shipwrecked Heidsieck came from the Heidsieck vineyard."

"Shipwrecked?"

"Yes, Shipwrecked," he said as he took another swig from the bottle. "Shipwrecked because the ship these bottles were being transported on wrecked off the coast of Finland in 1916. This particular bottle was made in 1907."

Guttural Groans

I pressed against his body harder, pushing him off me completely and into the opposite wall of the tub. My legs found themselves wrapping around his hips, straddling him, and I groaned at the friction. My lips kissed down his jaw line, onto his bare shoulders, and nipped at his bare shoulders. He let out a low guttural groan before fisting Alice's dress, stretching the material, and pulling it down to expose my chest. My head lulled backwards as I felt his lips against my skin. His lips were warm, warmer than the tropical air.

Ignited Growls

"I'm going to finish what I started Mrs. Newton," he growled, wasting no time to plunge his tongue between my waiting folds.

Moans escaped passed my lips, as I allowed myself to get swept in the feel of him. I felt the spark inside of me ignite. "Yes..."

I smiled in pure ecstasy as he hummed against my sex, my hand reaching out to push him further into me. I craved more, I needed release. "Oh God, Edward..."

Chaste Lies

To add to her desperate act, I leaned in closely planting a chaste kiss across her lips. To know she would have been livid with rage if she possibly could have known where my lips had been was nearly the highlight of my night, more than that, my entire existence. My contained fits of laughter continued to burn in my stomach, nearly escaping, as Tanya pressed herself deeper into our kiss, opening her own mouth to grant me access. I was almost positive my own lips, tongue, and mouth were littered with the taste of Bella, however, Tanya remained clueless. No doubt her taste buds had been soured by the generous amount of champagne she had consumed.

Chapter Three: Play

"I could corrupt you,

It will be easy.

Watching you suffer,

Girl it would please me.

I wanna touch you,

With my little finger.

I know it will crush you,

My memory would linger."

Depeche Mode - Corrupt

Warm Vanilla Mornings

Instead of a blonde, tanned, plastic Barbie doll grumbling next to me, I had woke to something different, something warm, something that smelled of vanilla and heaven. Surprisingly I had caught myself studying her for several moments, watching in awe as her bare breasts rose with each delicate labored breath, her skin glistening from the morning heat. I had to sustain my slight smile as even in her sleep her teeth nipped at her bottom lip.

Fake Plastic Art

There was no doubt, she was gorgeous, her body was the most perfect piece of art. Fake, plastic art, but art. She was tall, her bronzed, beautiful legs met the curvature of her ass in a perfect mold. Her hips seemed to have been sculpted by Donatello himself; they taunted nearly every man as she walked by. Her breasts, even though bought, molded to her frame in a perfect posture, her nipples pink and perky. Long blonde hair hung nearly to hear waist, and I grinned thinking how many times I had watched it graze over her ass as I had her bent over, daring to reach out and grab a handful.

Play.

She didn't have the time to play with me. I couldn't accept her treating me as if I was some child she had grown tired of raising. Her words washed over me as if I was a six year old wanting her to play with my Legos. Somehow, in this mess I called my life, I had went from her more than desirable husband to her bothersome child.

"Play," I grumbled as I rubbed passed her shoulder, stepping out onto the cool tile of the bathroom, steam fogging up the mirrors on the either side of the room.

Comfort of Leather

I wasn't up for small talk as I passed Maurice, our driver, and headed towards my SUV. He opened the back side door, as he did most mornings, taking my briefcase before I climbed into the soft leather of my vehicle. I relaxed the moment Maurice cranked the engine, basking in the familiar sound. I knew once I threw myself back into my work all thoughts of her would hopefully disappear. Still, it didn't help that she was a part of the case I was going to work on, but if I kept in mind how awful she was according to my client, then I could convince myself of her evil.

She might not have been evil that night, but there was something wicked about her.

Jittery Fate

Pulling onto the main strip, nearly a block away from my office, I glanced at a familiar coffee shop. It was far from a chain, like Starbucks, and was classified most often as a dump, however the coffee was fresh and strong and I often would frequently stop in when I was in need of an urgent pick me up. This morning something familiar caught my eye. I chuckled inwardly when I noticed a beat up old silver Volvo parked in front with a Washington license plate.

Ah, fate you fickle bitch.

Now it was my turn to play.

No Handouts

Before I could manage to open my mouth, he turned towards the door, walking away briskly. Every muscle beneath his perfect clothes, moved in flawless, fluid manner, and I had to catch myself as my mind starting drifting back to another night, another time, when we moved just as fluidly together in the bedroom.

I was about to open my mouth to stand my ground, to show him that I wasn't going to take his shit anymore, when he cut me down one last time.

He turned back towards me, raising his sunglasses to his eyes, shielding them, a sneer gracing his perfect face. "By the way Mrs. Newton, you can expect a bill from me. I don't do handouts."

Defeated

Feeling defeated after my run in with him, I had made my way to work in record time, not stopping to chat with my co-workers as I did on most normal mornings. Instead, I retreated to my desk and flung myself on top of it, the coolness of the metal feeling pleasant against my skin.

I suddenly had no taste for coffee and no desire to continue on with the work day. When had things become so complicated? Life, it seemed, was perfect back in Washington. I had a job, a husband whom I loved and would clearly do anything for, and a great life. Now look where I am. I felt like I didn't even know who I was anymore.

Chapter Two: The Bitter Taste Of ...

"I wish I'd only look

And didn't have to touch.

I wish I'd only smell this

And didn't have to taste.

How can I ignore?

This is sex without toucing.

I'm going to explore."

Bjork - Enjoy

The Married Man

Taking a rather long drag of my cigarette, I inhaled deeply before letting the smoke exhale from my mouth, the haze billowing towards a small framed picture on my desk. My wife's face smiled back brightly at me.

 I was married.

Open Palm.  ''Thwack."

Visions of her flooded my mind again. The first time my hand landed on her succulent ass in the limo. How I longed for the cloth to be removed from her body and allow myself to feel the flesh beneath it. The sounds of her moans vibrated in my ears as I continued to slap and grope her in the back seat.

Bitten Reminders

The moonlight cast down upon the beach, the reflection sending a sensuous glow off her paled skin. I groaned, adjusting myself as she watched and licked her lips. Desperate for some type of release, I pushed her down into the sand, my body perfectly aligning with hers as we fell. She giggled, squirming below me, as my lips found refuge in her neck.

Eager Agressor

Suddenly, I was rolling through the soft, cool sand. I was no longer the aggressor; she had managed to straddle the top of my frame, her legs resting perfectly against my hips. She flipped her long chestnut hair, the beautiful curls cascading down her back, beckoning me to grab them. Her hands ran a line from her waist, painfully slow, her fingertips grazing her breasts, still making their way north until they were tangled in the luscious locks. My hands suddenly became jealous. Her lids fell heavy as she caressed her own body, I only could manage to watch, my mouth agape, my cock still fighting a never ending battle against my pants. Her soft pink tongue darted to her bottom lip, capturing moisture that had built up from the humid Miami air.

Dirty Girl

"I'm going to fuck you like the dirty girl you are," I murmured in her ear, my dick twitching between us as she groaned, her sounds muffled in the pillows.

In one forceful thrust, I slid into her, my pelvic bone resting perfectly against her ass. She let out a slight cry, he body shivering below me. I was in a pleasured heaven, watching as she squirmed below me, her hands grasping at the sheets so tight her knuckles has since gone white.

Another Conquest

The thought of his sun kissed skin, his muscles contracting in his strong shoulders as he pulled my weight down the bed this morning, his lips meeting my sensitive and more than eager flesh . . .

Perfectly Perfect Lawyer

Alice was standing outside the courthouse in a crisp, clean ivory white suit, complete with a matching Chanel purse and tanned Jimmy Choo's.  Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, glasses adorned her tiny face, and her makeup was lighter than usual. She was definitely playing her part. I gulped when she spotted me, her eyes widening as I neared.

Locked Eyes
His gaze burned through me as he realized who I was. For a second, I saw his eyes widen, and then a small smirk appeared out of the corner of his mouth, his lips twitched just a hint. His eyebrow arched slightly as I watched him look me up and down. Unconsciously, I tried to smooth out my clothes and tame my hair.

Chapter One: Patron; Simply Perfect

"Hey how you doin' little mama?

Let me whisper in your ear.

Tell you something that you

Might like to hear."
YingYang Twins - The Whisper Song

The Urgent Kiss

My lips suddenly felt the urgent need to be pressed against hers once again as we exited the club into the sticky Miami heat. Pressing her up against a nearby brick wall, I palmed her face once more, my lips hungrily searching for hers. Her moans filled my mouth in a sudden rush, my dick hardening after every pant.

"I don't know you, but I need to feel you," she murmured against my lips

 

 

Ocean Drive

Surprisingly, I couldn't help but feel slightly giddy as we walked through the crowds of people and the brightly lit neon signed buildings.

The Club

"Thanks for the shot," I laughed over my shoulder to the man I had left at the bar. "Now onto better things," I nearly murmured to myself as I felt Jake fold me into his arms, our bodies pressing together and grinding in beat to the music.

Plain Jane

I gulped and looked down at my clothes. I suddenly felt very foolish and very under dressed wearing just a simple shirt and jeans.

That Guy

He turned slowly, facing me, his green eyes settling onto mine. My breath hitched in my throat. He was gorgeous. Eyeing him across the bar hadn't given me the pleasure of seeing the painfully perfect features of his face, the soft glow of high lights in his hair, and the toned stature of his body. The suit he was wearing was fashionable in the least, looked rather expensive and seemed to be professionally pressed. His eyes fell from mine, his gaze spreading across my body from my shoulders down the very tips of my toes. The slightest smirk spread across his face and he let out a faint chuckle.

The Car

I sighed in defeat, digging through my back pocket, producing a single solitary key. Dangling it out before him momentarily, I quickly snatched it out of his grasp as he tried to reach for it. "Not a fucking scratch. Are we clear?"

Hushed Limo Driver

Turning to the driver, I noticed he wouldn't meet my gaze, he was staring over the top of the limo into what seemed to be space. I had met him numerous times before, he was a personal driver of Emmett's. He had even escorted Tanya and I away from the church on our wedding day. He knew who I was, he knew about Tanya, he knew of my marriage.

Digging through my pocket I produced a few large bills. Tucking them into the safety of his jacket pocket, I smirked. "This stays between us. Agreed?" I looked at him sternly, forcing him to meet my stare.

"Ye..yes sir,'' he stammered.

"Perfect," I smiled at him, turning to climb into the seat next to my girl.

Prolouge: Drunken Nights, Hungover Mornings

Thwack.

"Ah! Yes!"

My palm meet a handful of smooth succulent flesh. The slight stinging sensation in my fingers sent my body into an erotic overdrive. The sound of her slight yelp caused my erection to harden even more, filling up her already tight frame.

Thud. Thud.

The pounding in my head was rhythmical, helping me to forget where I was; helping me to cope with all the drama that had been taking front stage in my life. Blood coursed through my veins heavily. I could feel my heart beat in time with my head as it banged against its cavity. I gasped for a solitary breath.

Thwack.

I was greedy, I couldn't help but smack her beautifully rounded ass again, a slight feeling of pride tingling in my stomach when I saw the unmistakable red outline of my hand on her flesh.

Thud.

"I eyed the room. Everything looked over-priced and much more than I could ever afford on my measly barely-there budget. The walls were painted a light sage green trimmed with cream, not a color most men would choose. The hardwood floors gleamed brightly even in the dim light. The bed was marvelous, a sturdy sleigh bed carved out of dark cherry wood, it took up a quarter of the room. Feather pillows surrounded me in every direction. The cream linen sheets were soft, matching the trim on the walls and the comforter was obviously made of high priced down. Even through the closed windows I could feel the warm sticky Miami heat and the sound of waves crashing into the shore."

"I opened my eyes to see four large pictures gleaming at me from the wall. They were hung above the massive headboard in a square shaped pattern. All four pictures had the same two people in them. The man who was currently between my legs, looking perfect, but not smiling in the least. To his side sat a beautiful blond woman, smiling ear to ear. She was dressed impeccably, her hair was perfect, and the largest diamond ring I had ever seen sat proudly on her finger.

...Diamond ring?

Sage green walls. Feminine. Fresh bouquet of flowers next to the bed. Feminine.

My hands let go of the gorgeous man's hair, fluttering to my mound where his finger still slipped between my lips. I grabbed his hand, and felt. One, two, three, four fingers over. My fingertips grazed against something smooth.

Oh shit."

Buenvenidos a Miami

Welcome to the city of Miami.

Where the days are hot & the nights are even hotter.

Beautiful beaches, beautiful bodies.

Fake tans.

Strong drinks.

The hottest clubs.

Fast cars, fast women.

The city where money buys you everything.

Where the divorce rate is high, silicone is a necessity & sex is a game.

Let's Play.

The Key Players

Bella Swan

Occupation: Assistant at the Miami Times

Bio: Married to Mike Newton. Caught in a highly publicized divorce. Struggling to get by in Miami, and lives in a one bedroom apartment. Her life consists of work, and her two friends Cynthia  & Alice Brandon. Dreams of one day returning to Forks to soak up small town life again.

 
 

Edward Cullen

Occupation: Lawyer; Hired by Mike Newton

Bio: One of Miami's youngest and well known lawyers. He specialty is high profile cases. Married to model Tayna Cullen. As a couple they are Miami's hottest. He is known around town as a Playboy, and loves to live in the life of luxury. He works himself to the ground, but can often be spotted with his older brother Emmett.