Showing posts with label Sweetward. Show all posts
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Friday, July 1, 2016

Buying Love Update

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With the help of my mom, Uncle Peter and some very helpful employees of Swan Towers, Jessica being the most enthusiastic, I had managed to set up a winter wonderland in Bella’s foyer and suite. Rose had mentioned that Bella hadn’t had a proper Christmas since her mother died. Charlie was always too busy with work and Riley, her ex-husband, didn’t believe in any of this. Christmas was one of the few pleasant memories I had and I wanted to recreate that. Granted, Christmas was a few days away, I needed to set up her home for the holidays. I had yet to get her a Christmas present, but I wanted to do this.

In addition to the decorations, I also made some food for us. It wasn’t gourmet, but healthy and filled with protein, which we both needed. Plus, I called down to room service for a dessert tray, filled with tasty morsels of their best desserts. That was in the fridge.

When Bella came back out of her … our bedroom, she looked so innocent and sweet. Her sleek hair had been pulled back into a messy ponytail and her alabaster skin was scrubbed free of the makeup she wore. Her gait was still uneven and her legs still didn’t cooperate at times, but she was getting stronger. Giggling, she sat down and proclaimed that this was the best date ever.

“I beg to differ, Bella. It’s not much,” I blushed.


“Seriously, you don’t know what it’s like. If you’re single, you have to go through all of this bullshit to get a man. Tight skirts, skin-baring tops, makeup and coy flirtation. Being able to enjoy a date at home, in pajamas? That’s fucking awesome,” she smiled. She plucked an olive from the antipasto tray. 
















Friday, June 17, 2016

Buying Love Update

Buying Love Chapter 74 Update on FicPad

Buying Love Chapter 74 Update on AO3

Buying Love Chapter 74 Update on FFn

Buying Love Chapter 74 Update on TWCS

It was just before Christmas and I was cleared to go home.

Finally.

I could have gone home sooner, but I caught a cold, which turned into an upper-respiratory infection and then turned into bronchitis, morphing into pneumonia. My immune system was shot because of the damage to my lung. I lost nearly two weeks of recovery time because I was chained to my bed with my oxygen and nebulizer. The doctor even went so far as suggesting intubating me, but I adamantly refused. That meant being put under again and no. Not gonna happen.

After that, I had to start from scratch for everything. Despite the fact that Embry came in to work with me on my leg exercises in my room, I still lost most of the momentum I’d gained from being at the rehabilitation hospital.

Though, when I did walk my one hundred yards, unassisted, I felt so proud. It was even better than when I got my master’s degree. However, at the end of my walk, Edward whooped and scooped me in his arms, hugging me so tightly, murmuring that he loved me. I broke down in tears, clinging to him. He sat down on one of the instruments of torture in the gym, holding me in his lap. “No crying, bellissima,” he cooed, wiping my tears away. “This is a good thing. You get to go home, now.”

“But, where’s home?” I whispered.

“What do you mean?” he replied.

I sobered up, noticing that everyone had left. Carlisle and Rose had been there, cheering me on, but obviously gave me some privacy to talk to Edward. “I don’t feel comfortable staying at the hotel, Edward. With the situation with my dad and all.”

“Where could you go?” Edward asked, his hand gently rubbing my back.

“I don’t own any property. The house from my marriage, Riley got to keep it since I had always planned on staying in the penthouse at Swan Towers,” I sighed. “I can’t exactly go out and search for a house. That hundred yards kicked my ass.”

“Also, keep in mind that you’re going to be testifying for the grand jury next week,” Edward gently reminded me. “Bella, as far as you know, your father is still on the other side of the world, scoping out locations for his next new luxury resort. That doesn’t make it right. He should be here for you. If he loved you as much as he said he did, he would have never left, despite your suggestion.”

“You’re so fucking intelligent,” I said, leaning my head against his shoulder. “How did you get to be so smart?”


“I’m not smart, Bella. I just speak from the heart,” he shrugged. 

Tuesday, December 15, 2015

Buying Love Teaser

I woke up with the sun. I hadn’t closed the curtains to our bedroom after we had made love. I got out of bed, closing the curtains and walking to the bathroom. I took a quick shower and walked down the kitchen. Rose was tiptoeing into the house, looking mussed up and thoroughly fucked. “Ahem,” I laughed.

“FUCK!” she barked, shooting me glower. “What are you doing up so early?”

“Once the sun hits my eyes, I’m up,” I snickered. “Did you have a good time with Paul?”

“Oh, yeah,” she purred, running her hands up and down her thighs. “The things the guy can do with his tongue. He kept me up almost all night fucking my brains out. All I want is to soak in the hot tub, gorge myself on some of the leftover cinnamon buns and sleep until we leave tomorrow.”

“Then, I guess you won’t be willing to help me get a birthday present for Bella?” I frowned.

“I’m certain that Bella won’t mind you taking the SUV,” Rose responded, pouring herself a cup of coffee.

“Probably not, but I don’t have a driver’s license. I never got one when I was sixteen. All I have is an ID,” I said, blushing slightly. “I just want to get something for her to give to her so I can show her how much she means to me. I don’t have a lot of money, but …”

Rose hummed as she sipped her coffee. “Give me an hour to clean up and then we can go,” she said, smiling softly. She padded past me, ruffling my damp hair. She took less than an hour, walking down in a pair of skinny jeans and a tunic sweater. She yawned, smacking my arm. “You owe me, Edward Masen,” she mumbled.

“Thank you, Rosalie,” I replied, following her out of the house to the SUV.