Hello Lovelies. Here is a teaser for Chapter 2 that should be posted on Friday.
EPOV
"Sorry, Victoria. I have to go," I tell her abruptly.
"You're just going to leave me here?!" she yells. "Fuck you, Edward! Why the fuck don't you want me? Do you have any idea how much I want you?" She's fucking crying but I have nothing to say to her so I tell her I'm sorry before heading the hell out of there and going in search of a taxi which I quickly find.
I decide to head straight to the party. Getting wasted seems like a good bloody way to drown my sorrows. I look down at my dick and tell him how it's just not fucking on to let me down like that. There is no 'I' in team.
I wake up the next morning and I'm overwhelmed with the urge to just fucking die. My head hurts, my stomach hurts, my ass hurts...wait! What?
My ass hurts?
Before I can run off and take a shower while the Crying Game plays in the background I realize it's not in the area that would lead to me in a fucking straight jacket.
It is sore though. My ass cheek that is. I reach down with my hand and feel some kind of large plaster or bandage thing.
I leap out of bed and walk over to the mirror and peel it away and what I see will haunt me forever.
BPOV
The next morning, I awake early, eating some breakfast while reviewing the slew of emails that came in during the night.
"Oh, my, Edward. You were a busy boy last night," I state. I'm not in too much of a shock, just wondering how he thinks that he is going to get out of this particular situation.
Shaking my head at the last email that was time stamped ten minutes ago, I decide to get ready for the day. My first day in the office. My first official day as Edward's agent and probably one of the longest days of my life.
Wearing my dark navy bow-laced backed pencil skirt, light blue oxford tailored shirt, I slip on my navy gloss platform pumps and complete with my cream leather jacket.
I pack-up my briefcase, laptop and Edward's folder. Before leaving, I grab my cell and call Felix to see where is the better place for me to be.
"Bloody hell! He did what?" Felix yells into the phone.
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