Addicted

Chapter 12

Bella P.O.V

I growl because of the massive headache that makes me wake up. I don't remember how I got here... I don't even know where 'here' is. This doesn't feel like my bed, this is way to comfortable.

My eyes fly open when I feel a strong arm wrap around me. I tense and immediately, the hangover is gone. Edward's grip grows harder and he presses my back against his chest. He's not wearing a shirt. And I don't think I'm wearing one either. I look down under the covers and see that I'm in bra and panties. He undressed me! And put me in his bed.

"It's cute how you are so confused," he suddenly says. I jump and turn around. He's wide awake. "I've been watching you sleep-"

"Creep."

"And your cheeks flush a lot when you're sleeping," he strokes my cheek.

"Can I go home?" I ask looking at him straight to the eyes. My mind pleads for him to say yes but something else, something I haven't discovered from my body says please stay.

"No," he says. He leans forward and starts kissing and sucking hard on my neck. Please, no more hikies.

"Why?"

"Because, I want you here. Here, where I can keep you safe and a close eye on you. Here, where I don't have to share you with no one else. Where you're all mine."

I sigh, "You can't say that, Edward. I'm not yours. I have a lot of questions and..."

"Why are you so curious?" He asked, pulling away.

"I want to know who are you, Edward. Not knowing makes me feel insecure."

He strokes my cheek again and says, "You shouldn't feel that way, you know enough."

"I don't," I reply. "Edward, what do you want from me?"

He looks at me dead in the eyes for a while. His eyes grow darker ever second, his grip around my waist losses strength. There's no way to know what is he thinking, I want to know.

"I'm not telling you everything, I'll only tell you what you need to know," he finally said. "But, everything will come out at it's own time."

"So, what I need to know?" I ask.

He nods. "Only what you need to know. Will you stop feeling insecure with me?"

I sigh, looking away. "Maybe. Depends on what you let me know."

"Nothing depends on anything," he said. "I want you to spend the day with me."

"I need clothing," I say. "Can at least go to my house?"

He gives me a crooked grin and says, "I'll go with you. Kiss me."

I frown at his petition. Kiss him? Why? I don't even know what we are. Friends or couple?

"No," I say.

"Why not?" He asked, obviously offended. His eyes grow darker, again. He's not liking my answer.

"Because I don't know what we are," I reply. "I'm not kissing you if I'm not sure."

"Bella, Bella, Bella," he runs his nose down my my cheekbone, to my jaw. "You either kiss me or I'll kiss you. You have two choices."

Two choices, again. I wonder what would happen if I don't let him do either of them. He's obviously not an easy guy, I know that for sure.

Not wanting to upset him, I lean my head up and my lips meet his. His accepts mine right away and deepens the kiss. My hands reach for his hair and pull him closer, to the point where there's any space for air between us. My back arches towards his body but his hands pulls me away.

"As much as I would love to," he says against my lips, "we're not. I'm hungry and I bet you are, too. C'mon, get up."

He pulls away and gets up. I growl and roll over, I don't really feel like doing anything today. I want to sleep.

"Ah!" I scream when he suddenly pulls my legs and drags me to the edge of the bed. "Asshole."

"Sh," he kisses me, "get changed and lets go to your place."

"It's just across the street, I can go by myself," I reply.

"I'm not taking any chances." He pulls me up, wrapping his arms around me and gives me a kiss on my neck.

Chances? Chances of what? This man is really confusing and mostly because he doesn't give me any answers yet. Yet, he's forming new ones.

"I did this to you?" He asked looking at my hikies. He pulls my hair back and stares at them.

"You're pretty rough," I say. "I mean, for them to still be there."

"I like it," he smiled and kisses me neck one more time. "Means that whoever tries to touch you will see that you are mine. I think I made my mark."

His mark? Mark me like a fucking cow so everyone knows who he belongs to? Hell no.

I twist in between his arms so he lets me down. Fortunately, he does. I grab my phone that's next to the bed, charging and I see I have missing calls from Emmett, Jasper and Rosalie. But no texts. I look over the history and see that the last call was answered at three in the morning.

"Did you... Answer my phone?" I turn around to look at Edward who's watching me from where I left him.

"Yes," he said, like it's not a big deal.

Emmett, he answered Emmett and he's going to kill me if he knows I'm involved with this man. I told him I had my doubts, I wonder what did Edward tell him.

"What did he say?"

"He asked where you were and I told him you were here with me and safe."

"Nothing else?"

"No."

Taking my clothes, I run to the bathroom. Damn, I'm sweaty and all dirty; my hair is a mess, my eyeliner is ruined and my face is paler. I put on my dress. Looking how my hair doesn't want to cooperate with me, I take a hair band out of my purse and do it in a messy bun.

"You're not going like that," Edward said, coldly when I walk out of the bathroom.

I look at myself and frown. "What? It's just across the street," I say, shrugging my shoulders.

He shakes his head and walks back in his closet. Now that I see him, I see him wearing a black smooth shirt, rolled up to his elbows, button up and elegant pants. I frown at his back. Where did he get that from?

My eyes pop out when I see him walk out of the closet with a blue, horribly dirty shirt, probably will fit me longer than what my dress does. He hands it to me.

"I'm not wearing that," I shake my head.

"Put it on," he growled.

"No," I growl back.

"Bella, I'm not asking. Put the shirt on," he takes my hand and puts it there.

I put it right back on the bed. He growled, taking me by the waist and throwing me on the bed and climbs on top of me.

"It's either, you put the god damn shirt  on or I'll put it on. You have two choices," he said.

"The hell I'm not!" I say.

Suddenly, he grabs me and pulls my hands over my head. I shake and scream, telling him to let me go but he doesn't let go. He slips the horrible smelling shirt on me and gets up. I growl, laying there. He stands up and looks at his work, proud.

"Now," he pulls me up until we're kind of face to face. He's way too tall. "Let's go."

February 11, 2015

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