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Back with another one. There's only one thing I love more than cars in fics: Mafia/Mobward fics. I hope you enjoy. Each chapter will switch from POV. Every second chapter will be Bella's POV and so on and so forth. I'll update every Friday but that all depends on how much I've written. A few chapters are already prewritten so you'll be set for six or seven weeks.

I'm the worst at describing stories so I'll just let you read on. Please review.

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight. The rest is mine.

Chapter one.

Bella's POV

The music was pumping loudly around me as dancing bodies pushed past me to get to the dance floor before their favourite song of the night ended. It was almost one am and Rosalie was nowhere to be seen. I knew she was off with one of her many conquests she'd have in a night and knew better than to disturb her. The last I saw of her was with that large body builder at the start of the night. Which was at eleven pm. I sighed and downed the last of my gin, wondering how my night would end.

Since things with Angela ended two days ago, this club was becoming a better friend than Rosalie would be. Also gin. Gin never let me down. Or gave me reason to break up with it. I guess I just wasn't the relationship type. I'd grown too hard through my two years in college. I was nineteen exactly a month now. The 13th of September didn't bring an incredible celebration since it's the shittiest age in history but I was making up for it now in the harsh weather of October.

Rosalie, my go-to ride or die was twenty-one, a blonde beach babe from Miami and we'd been friends since my first day on campus at Boston University. Why she moved to the cold weather of Boston was beyond me but I loved Rose more than words. She was wild and crazy with a killer ass that my bisexual ass wished was gay. But I'd never hit on a friend. I wasn't that full on.

As for me, my acceptance into Boston University came as a surprise, since I was set on staying at home in bum fucked Port Angeles with my newly widowed mom. As you can probably tell, I'm used to the cold weather. My mom, Renee was part of the police force and that's where she met my dad, Charlie. Though we lived in PA, the heart of Seattle was where they spent their working days. My dad lost his life while on duty and my mom wasn't the same ever since. She retired and spent her time at home, refusing to move. I was thirteen when he was shot and that made me convert to the rebel stage of my teenage years, flunking class tests and whatnot. It wasn't until my mother forced the notion into my head that my father would want more for me so I knuckled down, studied my ass off but was still so surprised I even got a response from colleges, let alone a university. I swore my results were so poor, they'd throw out my application immediately.

But I was accepted and I hated leaving my mom behind but she all but forced me to leave. She couldn't stand to see me miserable too. She didn't want to hold me back. So, here I was, in my second year of college, studying English Literature and Business Management, sneaking my way into clubs that were over 21 and drinking gin during my newly single life. Great, isn't it?

I checked my phone one more time, hoping for a text from Rose but there was nothing. Nada. Where the fuck was she?

"This seat taken?" A low voice murmured in my ear and I jumped, almost dropping my newly empty glass to the floor.

"Jesus!" I gasped, flinging a hand over my heart to calm it. "You dick, don't sneak up on a lady like that!"

"My bad," the man chuckled and when I looked up to tear him a new one, I froze. "Jacob?"

"Hey, Bells!" Jacob Black grinned, still sporting the goofy smile he always flashed me as a kid.

Once my heart slowed, I finally reacted to my old best friend. "Oh my god, Jake!" I jumped from my seat and sprang into his arms. "What are you doing here?" I roared as he chuckled into my neck.

"I'm here on assignment," he told me. "I was relocated."

"Shit, were you promoted or something?" I grinned. "Congrats, Jake!"

"Thanks," Jacob beamed, proudly, though he tried to look bashful. "Who are you here with? Would you like a drink?"

"No, I'm good. And I'm with my friend Rose. Though she's probably eating the face off some guy by now. Sit down, catch up!"

Jacob laughed again and ordered himself a beer. "I was about to head out but you caught my eye. I just got off duty and decided to have a quick drink before I left. I wanted to make sure it was you first. I was gonna call tomorrow once I was settled in and see if you were free, but I guess God had different plans." Oh yes, Jacob and his God.

In all truth, it was my dad who got him into wanting to become a policeman. He idolised my father as a kid. It was Jacob's actual father who influenced his religious beliefs. It was so weird to see Jacob so grown up in uniform after years of being his high school crush. My dad was convinced we'd become a couple when he was alive but then he died and I was a rebel and then I met Angela last year and… well… Jacob was always just a friend to me.

"I'm glad you caught me, I was all alone here," I laughed it off.

"Where's Angela?" He asked the inevitable. "She not out with you tonight?"

I dropped my head, embarrassed. "No, uh… we broke up."

"Again?" Jacob's tone was condescending. When I came home for Christmas last year, Angela and I had been on another one of our 'breaks'.

"It's over for good now," I promised, slightly annoyed by his response. "I guess I'm not ready for a relationship."

"You should just stick with us, dudes," Jacob winked and I cringed inwardly.

"Guys are worse," I laughed it off.

"You're probably right," he said lowly but I still heard him over the loud music. "I need to head off but it was good seeing you again, Bells. I've been undercover since I got here two nights ago. I'll call you tomorrow and we can set up another time to see each other. How's that?"

"Sounds great," I smiled with a nod. "Be safe. And congratulations again!"

"Thanks, Bells. Bye." And he was gone, his beer barely touched. I shrugged and chugged it once he was out of sight, turning back around to face the bar. Since we used to be best friends, Jake wouldn't mind.

A low chuckle sounded in my ear again and I swore I was having déjà vu. "I don't think your friend would appreciate you stealing his beer while he's in the bathroom," a husky voice murmured, the voice of the man ghosting my ear, making me shiver. I dropped the bottle back to the counter and swivelled in my seat, ready to turn my sass on but I was stopped short when I actually got a look at the guy.

Pure sex. Sin. The most delectable man on the planet. And yet those words weren't enough to explain the man that stood before me. Tall, lean, adorning a perfectly tailored suit that, under the disco lights, looked navy blue. Blue being my favourite colour. A five o'clock shadow on his perfectly sculptured jaw and the hair on his head just screamed freshly fucked. And with that thought in mind, I wanted to kill whatever woman had the pleasure of running their hands through it. And he was definitely in his late twenties. A businessman, for sure.

But enough of that. It was his eyes that captured my attention. Endlessly green. Emerald green. Bright, shining and oh so seductive.

And I bet he used those tricks on hundreds of girls each night.

"We're friends," I confirmed to the sex god. "He won't mind at all. And besides, he's gone home."

"And left you here? Alone?" The man's brow furrowed, feigning worry. "He isn't much of a friend now, is he?"

I faked a smile. "I'm a big girl, I can handle myself."

The man chuckled. "I'm sure you can…" He licked his lips. "I'm Edward." I stared down at the hand he extended towards me. Long, piano fingers. I wondered if he could play any instruments. He looked smart, focused in that suit. Maybe he acquired many skills with those hands.

And his name was Edward. Such an old name. Timeless, though. And how he pronounced it with his accent? I was a goner.

"Bella," I replied with a smile, shaking his hand. He had hard, rough hands, yet they were tender on the palms. I think I was falling in love with every part of his body by this point.

"May I sit?" Edward asked, motioning to the empty chair Jake once occupied.

I bit my bottom lip and his eyes zeroed in on the action. "I was actually about to look for my friend."

"The one who left?"

"No," I shook my head quickly. "Who I came here with. Rosalie. She's around here somewhere. Blonde, beautiful, big tits."

"Ah!" Edward held up a finger and smirked deliciously. "You mean, the one that's currently sitting on my brother?"

Huh? I followed his eyes and sure enough, I spotted Rosalie across the dance floor, in a secluded area, on the lap of the large body builder from earlier. Which was seemingly, Edward's brother.

"Small world," I muttered and I wondered if he could hear me. "She could have at least texted me."

"She's a little preoccupied at the moment," Edward smiled, taking the seat beside me anyway. "I don't think you're going anywhere for a while."

"Great," I forced a smile. Edward was about to say something else when a loud gasp sounded beside us, interrupting my night once again.

"Seriously, Izzy?"

You have got to be kidding me.

"Two days after we break up?" Angela spat, racing through the throngs of people to get to me. "Seriously, Bella?"

"Don't do this here," I rolled my eyes, throwing an apologetic look towards Edward who just looked stunned at the display before him. I could see the mechanics working in his head at Angela's sentence. But he'd assume something completely different. He'd assume I was all the way.

"We're over, Angela. You need to get that into your head."

"You'll never change," Angela threw me a disgusted look before storming away and I couldn't help but follow her hips as she left. She'd always be sexy to me.

I ran a hand through my long hair and turned back to Edward, seeing him wearing the same look of shock when Angela rolled up. "Huh," was all he said. "I could have sworn you were straight."

"I'm not gay," I said all too quickly and then I caught myself. "I mean, I'm bi. I'm bisexual. I'm sorry. Sorry, it's not something I usually have to explain."

Edward seemed to catch himself too as his face unscrewed with shock and his smirk was back in full effect. "I think my heart stopped there. I could have sworn my chances with you were gone."

I gritted my teeth in embarrassment and Edward burst out laughing. "Sorry, but that was so cheesy. I couldn't hold back the laugh." And I couldn't help but smile at that.

"Funny," I deadpanned, taking another sip of Jacob's beer.

"You want another one?" Edward nodded to the bottle.

"It's fine, I can afford my"-

"Double whiskey and gin!" Edward was calling over the barman and the man tended to him immediately, earning Edward a few looks of annoyance from the guys waiting in line to be served. A glass of sweet, beautiful gin was placed before me then and I stared at Edward, wide-eyed. "How did you know I was drinking this?"

Edward shrugged with another smirk. "I'm Edward Cullen. I know things."

I arched a bitch brow.

"In truth," Edward chuckled, "I was watching you earlier. You are without a doubt the sexiest woman I've ever seen walk into this place. And I've met a lot of women."

I couldn't help the blush that crept onto my face. Damn, that man did things to me! "Thank you. I'll try forget about your stalker tendencies, I guess."

"I'd appreciate that yes," Edward grinned, licking his lips. I caught the movement and gulped.

Just then, my phone buzzed in my hands and it was a text from Rose. "She's fucking with me," I muttered angrily.

"What was that?" Edward asked.

I stood up quickly, startling him and stared daggers at the now empty reserved spot Rosalie was once seated in. "She's gone home with that monster man and left me here to get a cab. Alone!"

"Monster man?"

I barely paid him any attention. "I'm going to kill her! She knows I hate riding home alone!"

"Nonsense, I'll drive you home," Edward stood, buttoning his suit jacket before tucking his own phone into his slacks.

"You've been drinking," I noted, suspiciously. "And I don't think I want the poor club to suffer the consequences of something happening to me over a guy I've barely met wanting to sleep with me."

"Nonsense," he said again, placing his hand on my lower back and pushing me towards the exit. "The club won't suffer. I own most of it."

What?

"And my main concern is getting you home safely, Bella." My name rolled off his tongue like silk as his arms tightened around me. "The sleeping with you will come later."

I blanched. "You seem sure of yourself," I seethed, disgusted with the assumption that fucking him was an option. Whether I wanted to or not was beside the point.

"I usually am," Edward confirmed with a nod, pushing me past the sweaty dancers. "And I'm used to getting what I want."

"Then I hope you enjoy disappointment," I hissed but he merely chuckled again. I was beginning to hate the sound.

"You amuse me something terrible, Bella. Is that your full name, by the way? Or is it short for something else?"

"Isabella is my full name, but I prefer Bella," I said firmly as Edward nodded to the bouncers at the door, releasing us from the warmth of the club and out into the fresh, mint air. I could finally breathe and was away from Edward's empowering scent of cologne.

"Isabella…" Edward tasted the name on his lips. "Italian?"

I started at him curiously. "And?" I confirmed, earning me another laugh.

"Just checking," Edward shrugged. "Shall we leave?"

"I won't sleep with you, Edward," I said firmly. "If that's the only reason you're doing this good deed; you can leave now without me. I'll call Rosalie."

"Don't be absurd," he chastised me like a child. "Come. I'll bring the car around."

"Sir, yes sir." I didn't forget that he never answered my question fully. I followed him, watching my step in my six inch heels. Why were cobblestone streets invented? I kept up my pace behind him before he stopped at a car that I only ever saw on TV. Or attached to Boston businessmen.

"This is your car?" I stared wide eyed at the Aston Martin One-77. I used to listen to Jacob years ago with the guys rambling on about Aston's and how amazing they were. I'd grown to appreciate the body on a car, much like the body of a man and woman. But this baby? It had nothing on nobody.

"You act surprised," Edward smirked, unlocking the car with a click of a button.

"It's not every day I meet a guy who owns a nightclub and yet, can afford a two-million-dollar car."

"You know your stuff," Edward observed, opening up my side of the car. I still hesitated on the curb. The streets were empty, considering it was way past one am and the later it grew, the more apprehensive I was.

"I grew up with boys," I explained, as if it was nothing. "All I hear is cars."

"I guess that's where your appeal for girls came from," he joked.

"That's not funny," I grumbled.

"I know. Sorry. Now get in."

"This is technically kidnapping," I noted, crossing my arms in defiance. Why did I decide not to bring a jacket?

"You are far from a child, Isabella. Now come on. I don't want to cock block my brother just because you're being incompetent."

"It's Bella," I ground out. "And I'm not sleeping with you out of thanks for driving me home."

"Just get in the car, Bella. I won't ask again."

I gave him the bitch brow. "You do realise how intimidating you're being for a first impression? Your good looks are doing nothing to help you now."

"It's a good thing I don't rely on them to get what I want," Edward snapped. "Now come on. I've places to be."

"At two in the morning?" I scoffed.

"I'm an interesting man."

"I'll say," I toed the curb.

"Bella?" Edward asked softly, forcing me to look back at him. He was pleading now, the way he gripped the door of his fancy car. "Please, I want you home safe. Just let me drive you. No strings attached." He winked.

I bit my bottom lip, undecided, but how else was I supposed to get home? "I barely know you," I murmured, wishing above all else that Rosalie Hale wasn't the crazy bitch she was.

"And I can guarantee that nothing will happen to you under my protection," Edward promised, an underlying tone in his voice that I couldn't quite place after the large consumption of alcohol. "Let me take you home and I promise to let you know if your precious best friend is alive."

"Your brother really is big," I bit back the laughter. "Promise me he won't murder her."

Edward laughed too. "So long as she didn't do him wrong," he said, ushering for me to get into the Aston Martin. "Come along."

"You sound so old," I grumbled, doing as he said and stepping inside the car. The leather seats felt amazing against my bare skin. I was wearing a barely there tight, black dress with my six inch heels, so I could feel every inch of the smooth leather on my bare legs and arms.

Edward shut the door behind me and joined me on the other side, starting up the car quickly and soundlessly. "Jesus, she must run so smoothly," I sighed, resting my head on the back of my seat. Edward eyed me minutely before responding.

"Like you wouldn't believe."

Then we pulled out onto the main road and I really got a feel of how great this car could be.

"I don't think I could afford one of these cars even after fifty years of saving," I exaggerated.

Edward snorted as we breezed through the streets of Boston. It was so peaceful and the engine didn't even roar. It was only a light purr that had me squeezing my legs together. Yes, a car could turn me on. I was that kind of tipsy. And also the way Edward gripped the gear shift and clenched his jaw every so often when he found me looking at him… Jesus.

"You could get lucky," Edward pulled me from my darkened thoughts and I jumped.

"What?" I said, confused.

"The car," Edward corrected himself. "You could get lucky with one."

"Oh," I said dumbly. "Oh! Right."

"Are you okay, Bella?"

"Yeah, I'm fine! Just thinking about Rose," I lied.

"She really will be okay with him," Edward promised, dropping his right hand on my knee and I tensed up. "My brother isn't that bad."

"Is it just the one?" I distracted myself from the feel of his hand on me. "It sucked for me being an only child."

"Yeah, the rest are all cousins," Edward told me, giving my knee another squeeze before returning his hand to the wheel. I allowed myself to breathe then. "I've a very large family."

"Mine's growing smaller as the day's pass," I muttered, staring out the window. That's when I realised where we were.

"What do you mean by"-

"Oh shit! Pull in here!" I said loudly.

"That's Boston University, Bella," Edward said lowly.

"Yeah," I turned back to him. He looked as confused as the time he found out I was bi. "I live on campus."

"You're still in school?" He gasped.

"Do I look more than twenty-one to you?" I bit my lip, scared he'd see through my lie.

"Obviously not, I just…" Edward sighed. "Okay. Just tell me when to stop."

We zoomed through the campus until we reached the accommodation houses and when I spotted the one that housed my dorm, I stopped him with a soft murmur. "Thank you," I said, pulling some of my hair out of my face. "It was nice of you to take me home."

"It took some convincing to make you realise that," Edward smirked and I rolled my eyes with a laugh.

"Have fun with business, or whatever you're doing after this," I said unsure and that only made him laugh louder.

"I'll try," Edward said. "May I walk you up?"

"You don't have to," I said quickly, though all I really wanted was to say "yes, yes yes!"

"Nonsense." That seemed to be a recurring word with Edward Cullen. "It would be a pleasure."

"Of course it would," I smiled, letting myself out of the car. I didn't really want to leave it. "Anything to get into my pants."

"Oh, Bella." Edward wrapped an arm around my waist again and rushed me through the double doors of my dormitory. Ben, the normal night guard always let me away with breaking curfew hours, since he had a crush on me and Rosalie but tonight, with a hot guy on my arm, he wasn't so forgiving.

"Visiting hours stop at eleven, Bella," Ben grumbled, setting aside his racing magazine.

"You don't complain when it's Rose by my side," I smiled sweetly. "And besides, this isn't prison. I can have visitors so long as I sign them in."

"During the designated hours," Ben contradicted but I was already writing down my visitor's name.

"Goodnight Ben!" I called, pulling Edward along with me.

"I thought I was just walking you to the door?" Edward whispered to me as I pulled him away by the hand.

"I just had to prove a point to that kid," I grumbled and he snorted. "He bends the rules whenever he sees fit. He gives me the creeps."

"Do I need to have a word with him?" There was a menacing tone in Edward's voice.

"Not at all, I can handle dicks. But you can leave if you want. Hadn't you just intended to walk me to my door?"

"I'll shut my mouth now," he said quickly and it was my turn to snort. We reached the elevator at the end of the hall and waited patiently for the damn thing to reach us. I think I pressed the button a million times in two minutes.

"Anxious?" Edward joked and my cheeks flamed red. "Relax," he chortled. "I won't touch you."

Pity. Now that I was beginning to like him, he was keeping his distance. Typical Bella fucking things up. The elevator finally dinged upon its arrival and once the doors open, Edward gestured for me to go first. I smiled shyly and stepped inside, leaning my back against the mirrored wall. I was working on calming my breathing as Edward joined me in the small space. I guess I never realised how small dorm elevators were until the hottest man on earth was standing so close to me inside one.

"Jesus," I breathed, calming my heart.

"What was that?" Edward leaned his head closer to hear me better.

"Nothing," I piped up. "It's just very tight in here." I reached over and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

"Hmm," Edward hummed, turning to face me fully. I kept my back set on the mirrored wall, afraid to move an inch in case I jumped him. My hands gripped the bar just at my lower back as Edward's eyes roamed over my body, starting from my heels, all the way up to my face. I didn't miss how his eyes lingered on my breasts. This dress worked wonders for them.

"Have I told you how beautiful you look tonight?" Edward asked, licking his lips as I gulped.

"In so many words," I breathed. "You mostly said it through your eyes."

Edward threw me a half smile and that was the end of me. I was a goner. So when Edward took one step impossibly closer to me, I didn't cower against the mirror. When one of his hands slid around my body to pull me flush against his, I didn't tremble. And when his left arm gripped my hip, I couldn't help the whimper that escaped my mouth. I bit down on my lip to hold back the sounds, too far gone to be completely embarrassed and that seemed to be Edward's undoing.

The arm pulling me to him reached up to grab my chin and his mouth crashed against mine, releasing my bottom lip from my teeth indefinitely before his tongue slid against it. I gasped into his mouth, the sensations coursing through my body indescribable as Edward pushed me back harder against the mirror. I fell limp in his arms and knew I'd have to react soon enough so my hands left their spot at the wall bar and tore through his long, messy, bronze hair. I tugged at it, eliciting a grunt from Edward and I reciprocated with my own moan, moving my tongue in time with his own.

My leg lifted of its own accord, landing steady at his hip and his arm moved to hold it in place, right before his slack covered crotch pressed harder against my centre and a whimper escaped my mouth from the pleasure seeping through me. It felt like centuries had passed but we still hadn't reached the fifth floor and I couldn't find it in me to complain.

"Fuck, Bella," Edward ground out, moving his lips from my mouth all the way down my jaw to my neck. I shivered from his breath on me and pushed harder against his hips, needing to feel more. And that was when I was suddenly hoisted into the air, back pressed against the mirrored wall of the elevator for support and both my legs wrapped around him.

"Oh!" I gasped in shock and before Edward's lips could resume their attack on my own, the elevator jolted violently, rocking Edward and I before it ceased to a halt. The only sound was our heavy breathing as I realised we hadn't reached my floor or any other floor for that matter. The lights in the elevator flickered just as the lights on the buttons lining the wall shut off completely.

"Please tell me the elevator didn't just break," I panted, gripping Edward's shoulders.

"I think the elevator did just break," Edward replied lowly, completely ignoring my plea.

"We're stuck in here?" I cried, the moment between us completely washing away. Yet, Edward still held me up in his arms.

"I'm sure your little bell boy will call maintenance," Edward assured me.

"At this hour of the morning?" I cried. "What time is it now, anyway?"

Edward didn't even drop my legs as he reached into his pocket for his phone. "Three am," he told me. "Plus, no service. Great."

"Lemme check mine," I dropped my legs so fast I landed unflatteringly on the floor of the elevator and Edward had to steady me with his hands on my hips. "Sorry," I muttered.

"I thought you'd sober up by now," Edward laughed, despite the situation.

I tore through my tiny purse and grabbed my phone, praying to see bars of signal in the top left corner. "Damn it," I groaned. Nothing.

Edward looked all around the elevator before pressing the large emergency button atop the rest of the numbered buttons, but nothing happened. Not even a sound.

"What do we do?" I sighed, hating the idea of spending the night here. Especially alone with Edward Cullen.

"It's not like we're being murdered," Edward gave me a smile. "We'll just wait it out."

I think Edward's idea of 'waiting it out' was a couple of minutes long. Because once fifteen minutes past, he was growing impatient. "How long does it take that scrawny kid to call for help?"

"He obviously doesn't know we're stuck in here," I tried to reason with him. My legs were growing tired and it would only be a matter of time before I'd be taking off my heels.

"Fucking children," Edward muttered and I snorted.

"Thanks," I said scornfully.

"Not you," Edward rolled his eyes, starting his pacing back up again.

"You act like you're so much older than us students."

"I'm twenty-six, Bella."

"And most are twenty-one and over in this dorm," I lied, steering the conversation away from my real age. I was fond of his night club with Rosalie; I didn't want anything ruining that.

Yeah, Bella cause that's all you really care about…

Edward then checked his phone for the billionth time and growled loudly like a lion, earning him a laugh on my behalf. "Something funny?" he hissed, clenching his jaw. It should have been scary but I just found it oh so sexy.

"You sound like an animal," I laughed freely. "And don't take your anger out on me."

"I'm meant to finish that fucker"- he stopped himself short. "I had to be somewhere by now."

Oh, I almost forgot. "Your business?" I remembered and he just nodded. "I'm sorry. I guess your dick got in the way of your plans."

"You want my dick?" Edward said harshly and I imagined him gripping his crotch like a 90's gangster in the music videos.

"Not with that attitude," I said sternly, finally having enough of standing in heels. I plopped my ass onto the floor of the elevator and unstrapped my heels, not caring that Edward could see my full man feet.

Edward stared down at me, looking torn as he scrubbed a hand over his stubbly jaw. "Fuck it." He came to sit next to me, both our backs pressed up against the mirrored part of the wall and resumed comfortable silence; me trying not to jump him again and Edward silently seething at the fact his 'business' had to be put on hold.

"What are you studying here?" Edward asked me after another few minutes past. My eyes had been drooping close so his voice startled me a bit.

"English," I answered, unsure of what else to say.

"What will you do with that once you graduate?"

I shrugged. "I could get into the public sector… Journalism seems to be the nicest route though."

"Do you want to be a journalist? Or work in an office all day?" Edward pressed and I turned my head to look at him fully.

"I love English," I said simply. "It's what I've always wanted to study and who knows, by the time I graduate there could be hundreds of jobs requiring my degree. I love writing and reading so why base my life off anything other than what I love?"

"You act like you've so many years left until your graduation," Edward smiled and I froze up. "But I guess you're right. You're quite free in how you think."

I shrugged, delighted in the change of conversation. "I live in the moment. I guess I sort of have to. Too many people die whilst worrying about dumb things; focusing on things that don't deserve the time to sort."

"You speaking from experience?" Edward's eyebrows furrowed together.

I dropped my head. "Touchy subject," I admitted.

"I'm sorry," Edward's hand landed on my bare thigh but there was nothing sexual in the contact. He was just there for me.

I sighed and rested my head against the back wall of the elevator, thinking to myself. "I'm sorry you're stuck in here with me."

"Don't be," Edward assured me, giving my thigh a quick squeeze. "You didn't lead me into this, my dick did, as you already said."

I giggled. "Right. And you didn't even get some ass," I pouted for his benefit.

"I got more than enough," Edward smiled teasingly. "I got to spend the entire night locked in an elevator with you!"

"A man's dream come true!" I feigned excitement and we both ended up giggling into each other's sides. After calming down, I yawned. "Fuck me, I'm tired."

Edward nudged his shoulder against mine. "This shoulder isn't here for the fun of it. Go to sleep. I'll wake you up if anyone comes for us."

I smiled shyly at him, unsure if he meant it or not but when he scooted closer so that he could wrap an arm around me to pull me against him, I knew he didn't mind me sleeping on him. "Thank you," I whispered, yawning again before nestling against his shoulder, my head basically in the crook of his neck.

End notes:

I hope you enjoyed. Next up will be Edward's POV. An insight into my Mobward's head. I'm also a fan of songs that relate to chapters- some fic authors do it and I wanted to join the hype- Thank you for reading!

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