Based On Lies
3. I'll Never be the Same
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I'll Never be the Same
It took way too long to explain that story. And in the end Rosalie didn’t even believe me. I guess I’ll have to bring the pictures as proof for her too. But I couldn't really blame her. Hell, I didn't even believe it at first either. She just thinks I’m making it up to get attention. But that’s her thing, not mine.
After my explanation she some more trying to guilt trip me with the whole best friends rule. But I’ve already told her the truth. But she just got even more mad and informed me that she had made plans with Mr. Football and left me!
I tried to relax and watch TV, but the remote was very confusing and all I could find were Spanish channels. After another few hours of failed attempts to occupy my time I finally decided I needed to figure out a way to get into contact with my husband. That sounds so wrong! I wandered the halls but couldn’t remember what room was his. I couldn’t even figure out what floor. But since I have such an amazing way with words I was able to get the woman at the front desk to give me his room number and I found myself waiting outside his door.
It was so sad. I was spending the last day of my vacation sitting in a hallway reading a book. But it didn't even last an hour. Edward came bouncing down the hall, leaving some other guys behind. He held out his hands to help me up and his lips were immediately on mine. And that time it was not as weird as before. It actually wasn't weird at all. There was sparks and electricity flying between us and I really liked it. I mean really liked it.
I smiled as he pulled away and opened the door. "I’m guessing we’re divorced," I said as soon as soon as we’re inside the room.
"Better," he said with a smile, fishing some papers out of his back pocket. What the hell was he talking about? The color drained from my face and I walked closer to him. What could be better than a divorce at a time like that? He motioned over to the desk and forced me to sit. "We’re getting an annulment. Our marriage will not have even existed." That is better. "All we have to do is meet with our lawyers sign a paper and poof! It never happened." He pushed the papers closer to me. Explaining that even if the marriage was consummated, which is was, a lot, our judgments were impaired so legally we could get an annulment, or something like that. "Congratulations, we are very close to once again being two strangers."
"That’s it?" I asked in shock, turning around to look at him.
"That’s it." He laughed, wrapping his arms around me and grabbing the papers from me. Wow. That was easy. Probably easier than actually getting married. Well, it was good while it lasted.
I stood up and stand in front of him. "Well, it was a pleasure being married to you." I laughed and extend my hand.
"You’re leaving?" he shouted. "This is a time for celebration. We can go down to the bar, have a few drinks…" He trailed off noticing the familiarity of his words, or maybe it was the look I was giving him. "Or we could just not drink anymore." He shrugged.
"I think that would be a good idea." I laughed, again holding out my hand.
He rolled his eyes. "This calls for more than a handshake," he said wrapping his arms around me tightly, his hands slipping down my back, resting at the small of my back. "You know, if in like ten years or something, neither one of us is married, we could always try this again," he said a grin spreading across his face as he looks into my eyes.
I pretend to think about it for a few seconds. It sounds funny and horrible. I mean we failed once why try again? But it's not like it was that bad the first time. Who knows? If we had met under some different circumstances things may have ended up differently. The sex was great. And it’s not like that’s going to happen anyway. It's just something that people say. So instead I smile at him and agree. "Make it five."
He asked for my phone number and that took me by surprise. I thought he’d want to forget about me and this crazy weekend. I kind of do. So I did what I always do in a situation like that, well, not exactly like that. I did what I do after every one night stand that didn’t want to be left at a one night stand. I left a fake number. Not that he’d ever call me if I left my real number but…just in case.
"You’ll always be my favorite wife," he joked, pulling me in for another hug. I think I might actually miss him. I slowly pulled away and looked at him, trying to figure out the best way to say goodbye to someone you hardly knew but have been through so much with. But I thought has the right idea as his hands find their way to my cheeks and his lips connected with mine. There was definitely no weirdness that time as his tongue plunged deep into my mouth. There was even more spark and electricity. My body was immediately on fire and ready to go. I really wish we would have met at a different place and different time. It would have been so much more fun.
My hands ran up his back, bringing our bodies closer and I couldn't help but moan from even the softest of his touches. His hand slipped into my shirt, tickling my stomach making me giggle as he lifted my shirt over my head threw it across the room. That time I made a mental note of where it landed as his shirt dropped to the floor. His lips wandered down my neck as I fumbled with his belt buckle. His pants fall to his ankles and he quickly stepped out of them, leading me closer to the bed.
I pressed my hands to his firm abdomen and pushed him onto the bed, slowly unzipping my pants and sliding them down my legs. I continued to tease him by unclasping my bra and letting it fall to the floor. He started to sit up but I pushed him onto his back. He propped himself up on his elbows and watched me as I moved at a torturously slow pace and I slid my panties down my legs, standing at the foot of the bed. I slipped off his socks and climbed into the bed, crawling toward him. My fingers walked up his abdomen, stopping at the elastic of his boxers and sliding under. His head rolled back and he bit his lip as I freed him of his smiley faced boxers and flung them across the room. I straddled him and my lips meeting his in a hungry kiss, tongues and bodies battling for dominance.
Of course he won and took power over me and rolled me onto my back. His skillful hands massaged my breasts, lips wandered all over my body before finally meeting mine again. Slowly he entered me and we picked up a rhythm quickly. The steady creaking of the mattress and our panting and moaning blended together forming an X-rated soundtrack for the adjacent room. His thrusts became erratic and I dug my nails into the tender flesh of his back. Fuck the annulment! I'd stay married to him if I get sex like this on a regular basis. I screamed his name as my body began to shake and my muscles tightened, bringing him over the edge with me. He collapsed beside me and pushed damp hairs out of my face as he looked at me for a minute. He then kissed me before rolling onto his back and closing his eyes. I sighed heavily and tried to control my breathing before wrapping the sheets around my sweaty body and drifting off to sleep with him.
I opened my eyes and the first thing I saw was Edward. First thing I did was check the nightstand for another marriage certificate. Thank God, it looks like we skipped that part this time. I glanced at the clock, Rose and I were supposed to be leaving for the airport just about this minute.
I crawled out of bed, carefully to not wake my hus…almost ex-husband... almost never was husband (I don't know what you call someone after you get your marriage annulled) and gathered my scattered clothes, quickly dressing and pulling my hair back into a sloppy ponytail. I really need a shower but I couldn't miss my flight. But I was not going to skip brushing my teeth, that was just all kinds of gross (I am well aware of how bad my morning breath was and no one should have to suffer through smelling that). That is why I always keep an emergency bottle of mouthwash in my purse, it would be good enough.
I leaned over the bed and placed a soft kiss on Edward's forehead. He didn't move a muscle. A quick and silent get away would be possible. Because if he did wake up I'm sure there would be some nice morning after sex and there was no time for that. But it really would have been fantastic. "I think I might actually miss you, Edward," I admitted to his sleeping form. "It's been kind of nice. And we're really sexually compatible. I think I'll miss that the most. Oh, what could have been," I sighed and that time gave him a small kiss on the lips. And even when he was sleeping and completely unaware of my presence there was still sparks. If only there was time for me to take advantage of him for once. I silently slipped out of the room and ran to mine.
Rose was waiting impatiently, she already had my suitcase for me. She skipped the interrogation and just ushered me out of the room. But as soon as we were in the elevator she started firing questions. "So… what have you been up to?" she said, one eyebrow raised suggestively.
I shrugged and shifted my suitcase from hand to hand. "You know, the usual," I said nonchalantly and sighed heavily.
"You've got the just sexed hair again," she shrugged, I could see her fighting to keep herself from fixing it.
"Yeah, probably. It's pretty standard after a good fucking." She didn't respond to me and kept the rest of the elevator ride quiet.
We made our way over to the front desk and went through all the hassle of checking out, only problem was, I couldn't get Edward off my mind. I actually kind of felt guilty for slipping out without saying goodbye. I thought about leaving him a note at the desk but Rose grabbed my hand and started to lead me outside. But a patch of blond hair caught my attention. I took it as a sign. "Hey…guy who walked in on me and Edward," I shouted as I pulled Rose to a stop. He kept walking without looking over my way. Fuck. What was his name? It was something unusual."Uhhhh…Jasper?" I tried. Bingo! He turned and looked at me with a confused look on his face that was quickly replaced by a smirk as soon as he recognized me. I guess the addition of the clothes threw him off a little.
"What? Edward not enough fun for ya?" he drawled as he raised an eyebrow and I kept myself from hitting him. But I guess he had every right to presume I'm kind of a whore. I did kind of act like one.
"Actually," I said through clenched teeth. "I wanted to leave him a message. Think you can handle delivering it to him?"
"Depends on what I get out of it." He winked. I just rolled my eyes and sighed, pulling my notebook out of my purse. Rose gave me a confused look and I nodded, letting her know I'd tell her all about it later. I scrawled a short message and signed my name, Rosalie reading over my shoulder. I tore it out only to add my phone number at the bottom.
"Wow," Rosalie gasped in awe as I handed the folded paper to Jasper. "You actually gave him your real number."
"Let’s get out of here. We’re going to miss our flight." I rolled my eyes and grabbed her hand, leaving the kid behind without any further conversation. I think he got the idea.
When we boarded the plane, Rose kept quiet thinking I'd explain everything without being prompted. And after ten minutes of pouting in silence she finally cracked and started firing questions and I gave her truthful answers again. I forgot to get the pictures for her. But again, she rolled her eyes and told me to grow up. She sighed and hit her head on the tray in front of her. I just laughed and reached into my bag, searching for my iPod but I found a sheet of paper. The marriage license. I handed it to Rose and smirked. "I told you so." I shrugged. She stared at the document in disbelief, trying to debunk it as a fake but in the end she finally believed me.
"Holy fucking shit!" she cursed so loudly it drew everyone's attention to her.
"Calm down," I demanded. "It's no big deal. Happens all the time."
"No, it doesn't," she snapped. "There is a process. Boy meets girl. Boy woos girl. Boy proposes to girl. Then they get married. You just jumped the gun and..." she trails off quietly. "It sounds romantic."
"Romantic?" I shout. "Where do you see any romance? I got so drunk that I didn't remember any of it. And there was a lot that went on, or so I'm told. There was no wooing. It was just tequila and sex."
"But still," she whined. "You got a ring and you said he was hot and the sex was great. What more could a girl ask for?"
"Any kind of basic knowledge on the guy she married. I've got a name and some memories that's about it."
"God, it really was all sex and tequila with you. How do you ruin such a good romantic story like that. Imagine telling your grandchildren how it was just fate how you came to be together. It would be so cute." She sat in silence for a few moments before she began shouting again. "How the hell did you get married before I do?"
"Don't get all jealous on me. It's already over. Never have to see him again. All I have to do is meet with a lawyer, sign some papers and it's just like it never happened. Just a little secret that stays in Vegas. And it will stay in Vegas because I swear to God if you ever tell anyone I will murder you while you sleep. And I don't think murder will actually be the right word. I will destroy you. And if Charlie ever finds out he will kill me. And then I will come back and haunt you. I will haunt you so bad... It'll just be bad. I mean, it's so bad I can't even describe to you how bad it will be."
"Oh give it a rest, Bella," Rosalie rolls her eyes. "Your secret is safe with me. But I really wish you would have let me meet him. I mean, I am your best friend after all. I am a little insulted you didn't even think to invite me to your wedding. It's pretty hurtful actually."
I rolled my eyes. "I'm sorry. The next time I get married I promise to invite you."
"Thank you." She smiled.
"Now can we stop talking about me and my monumental mistake? Tell me how your weekend with Mr. Football went."
"Oh," she sighed. Her eyes glazed over and she stared ahead dreamily. "He's wonderful," she began gushing all about it. I settled back into my seat and listened to her ramble knowing she wouldn't be able to stop until we got home. And that would be alright with me. We were closing the books on my drama and were just starting with hers and it was going to stay that way.
But even if I had ended the discussion with Rose my mind could help but wander. She rambled on and on about Mr. Football and how she thought she was in love with him and I got bored listening after the first five times she told me this. So I instead reflected on my week away. Despite all the setbacks I guess it was the best vacation ever. It’s going to be hard to top it. I mean what else can I do? Everything is going to seem rather tame in comparison. But I guess next time I would just not get the annulment. I leaned back and closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep, wondering if Edward would ever actually call.
So to wrap up the story for you. Vegas is all it is said to be and then some. The bright lights shine brighter than you could imagine. The shows and buildings are larger than life. The food is amazing. And the locals are more crazy than you thought possible. It does not disappoint. You know what you’re getting into when you go to Vegas. This isn’t a family vacation. This is adult entertainment at it’s best. And I will always hold a special place in my heart for it. Because my Vegas experience changed my life forever. Would I drink that much again? Not a chance in hell. Well, at least not in Vegas.