Addicted

Chapter 13

Bella P.O.V

I couldn't believe him for making me wear this horrible shirt just so he can escort me back to my house that's just across the street. Maybe, yeah, my dress is short but doesn't mean my neighbors that spend their mornings on the yards are going to look at me. I mean, c'mon, most of the people that live in this neighborhood are families.

I push the door open and let Edward in behind me.

"Um, can I ask you something?" I look at him. He looks around my house, studying it.

"Yeah," he answered.

"Where are we going?" I ask, looking at his clothing. I'm just curious from where did that Audi come from and that clothing that obviously looks from designer.

"It's an elegant restaurant, so go and put on something nice. Also, something appropriate."

I laugh. "Yeah, like you're my father." I roll my eyes.

"I'm serious, Bella," his voice makes me stop right at the first step of the stairs. "Wear something appropriate."

I cross my arms and look at him. "You're not my fucking dad, but, okay. I'm not a whore either."

I run back upstairs. He can't tell me what to wear or what not, he has no right. He'll make me, yeah fucking right!

I start the shower while I look at my closet filled with clothes deciding what to wear to a elegant restaurant like he said. I look over the piles of clothes and find my cherry red shirt with a black skirt and my boots. I do my wavy hair down my shoulders. Put eyeliner and lipstick on, and I'm ready to go.

"Is this appropriate enough for you?" I asked, walking down the stairs.

Edward stands next to the trash can where his flowers are. He looks back at me with an eyebrow raise. My throat goes dry and my knees feel like jello.

"You didn't like my flowers?" He asked.

"I was mad at you," I said, "or so I thought."

"Mm," he said. "I'll send you new ones."

"No, don't," I said, alarmed. He raises both eyebrows at me. "Um, I mean, I'm already here, aren't I? You don't need the flowers to get me."

His crooked smile appears as he walked up to me. He steps at the last step so we're both at the same height. His soft hand takes my hair and pulls it behind my ear and slides down to my cheek then to my lips. I gasped, closing my eyes at electrical feeling his touch caused me. His finger slowly stroked my lower lip.

"A women like you deserves flowers and even more," he said.

I smiled. "That's really kind but, it's okay. I don't need flowers."

He shakes his head and takes my hand. The Audi is still parked there, in front of his place. I can't help but wonder how he got that car. Or his clothing.

"Where did this come from?" I asked him when he opened the passenger door.

"What you need to know," he said, closing the door. He walks around the car and gets in his side.

"What exactly are you going to tell me about you," I say, annoyed. "Is there anything about you I'm aloud to know?"

He sighed, pulling out of the drive way, but, he doesn't answer my question. That starts to frustrate me, making me wonder if I did the right choice of letting him in my life. I don't want to be with a guy who won't tell me who he is, I guess it's just not right. It makes me feel this weird feeling in my stomach.