If the Boughs Break, Blood Will Flow

Chapter One ~ First Blood

As Edward pulled into the club, he felt strangely uncomfortable. He had come out tonight on the prowl to find one of his usual pickups he had an itch that needed scratching. When he walked into the club, he noticed it was extremely crowded. Strutting over to the bar, he motioned to the bartender and ordered his normal drink. When it arrived he took a long drink before eyeing the beauties that were in the room. He saw several women that he had fucked before and was about to motion to one of them when he saw her. She was dancing with a group of girls when he became hypnotized by the sway of her hips and the smile on her face. Her face was that of an angel and her body was made for sin. Fuck, he had to have her. Downing the glass of Jameson, he stalked towards her. When he was close, he lightly skimmed his hand down her arm and leaned in to whisper to her ear.

"May I have this dance?" He asked. She turned and he gasped by her beauty. Damn, she was even more gorgeous closeup.

Licking her lips, she nodded yes and stepped closer, allowing him to place his large hands on her tiny waist. Their bodies moved to the beat of the music in an erotic dance. With each song, they became closer and closer, rubbing their bodies against each other. Edward couldn't stand it any longer. His cock was so hard that it was painful.

"Would you like something to drink?" He asked.

"I would love that," she murmured as she placed her hand on his chest.

Placing his hand to her back, he directed her to a small table in the corner. Once they were seated, he waved to the waiter to come over. They all knew him and were aware of the tips that he left.

"Mr. Masen, what can I get for you?" Paul asked.

"I'll have the usual. What would you like?" Edward turned and asked the goddess sitting beside him.

"I'll have Jameson and ginger, on cold stones if you have them," she instructed.

"Fuck," Edward groaned softly and shifted himself to find some relief.

Once the waiter had left for their drinks, Edward took her hand into his. "I really enjoyed dancing with you. I'm Tony," he said. It wasn't his real name but the one he was using while going to school. He had just a few more weeks and he would graduate with a degree in business. He didn't understand why it had been so vital for him to go to college since he knew that one day he would take over the family business. A piece of paper in a frame wouldn't be needed.

"I'm Bella."

"Oh, a beautiful name for a sexy woman," he declared as his eyes looked deep into hers.

"Thank you. You must come here a lot," she said.

"Yeah, however, I have never seen you here before."

"I don't go out much. I've been too busy with school."

"Oh, where do you go?" Edward asked.

"Northeastern," Bella replied.

"Well, that answers why I hadn't seen you on campus. I go to Boston College," Edward explained.

"What are you studying?" Bella questioned.

"Business and you?"

"History. Yeah, I know," she grimaced. "What kind of job will I find with that kind of degree my father keeps saying."

"There are lots of things you can do with it," Edward countered.

At that point, Paul returned with their drinks, placing them on the table. He stared a little longer at the beauty beside Mr. Masen. Fuck, she was hot and images of him fucking her against the wall bombarded his thoughts.