Her Daughter, His Rebel || Edward Cullen

Lexie was a free spirit in every sense of the word. Despite being the spitting image of her mother, Isabella Swan, the two couldn't be more different.

In a last ditch effort to change her daughter's reckless behavior, Lexie was sent to an all-girl's boarding school.

After six long, BORING months, Cevil High was Lexie's stomping grounds once again. Her friends welcomed her back with open arms, but her casual 'boytoy' was now off-the-market, leaving Lexie with a space that needed to be filled. Literally and figuratively.

Despite having many casual flings, she was never one to catch feelings. She didn't believe in soulmates or 'sparks flying', and happy endings were simply something she read about in books.

Can the tragically beautiful Edward Cullen be the one to change her mind? Can she mend his heart which was left in tatters by her very own mother? Does she even want to? Or does she simply want to teach him a thing or two about what it means to lose yourself in pleasure?

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"Alexandria." The sound of my name leaving those perfectly shaped lips left me almost speechless. Almost.

His velvet voice caused goosebumps to erupt all over my body as I envisioned making him moan my name as I pushed him to the brink of pleasure. I stared longingly at his luscious lips and imagined pulling his lower lip between my teeth. I tilted my head to the side and gazed into his ember eyes, not bothering to hide the lust that coursed through me. I wanted him to know the effect he was having on me.

"Alexandria," I repeated my name tauntingly, smirking as I looked him up and down. My eyes drifted to his crotch. I could faintly make out the outline of his bulge through his jeans. "That's such a mouthful, don't you think?" I asked in a sultry voice, blinking slowly to add emphasis to the hidden meaning behind my words. No doubt, something else would be a mouthful as well. He visibly gulped, and I watched as his Adam's apple bobbed up and down.

"Call me Lexie."