Glycerine Chapter 14 Teaser

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“Rough day?” she asked casually, her face a mask of indifferent innocence.

“Fuck off.” He kept his eyes focused on Seth, who took a hard blow to the chest and fell onto his back. For once he wished he didn’t have a stunt double. Then he could be the one in the action and feel the pain of being punched in the gut. He couldn't imagine it hurt any more than he what he already felt.

“You know, you don’t always have to be so hateful.” The tears stinging Esme’s eyes weren’t for show, and the tremble of her chin couldn’t be controlled. “I’m not the enemy here.”

Edward cut his eyes to Esme when her voice broke. He didn’t give a fuck that she was upset, it was because of her after all that he was in the position he was in. His mind flashed to Bella and how her voice broke the same way the last time they’d spoken. With a shrug and an insincere apology he brushed her off. “You’re not my ally either.”

“I could be. I could be a lot of things if you’d just let me in.”

Bella's words crashed through his mind, ‘let me in or let me go.’ Edward’s lips thinned into a hard line and he pulled in a deep calming breath through his nose. He'd caused a big enough scene already. “I think your involvement in my life has caused enough problems.”

Esme’s eyes widened. “Edward if you’re seeing someone, and our relationship is causing problems, just tell me. I can talk to her. I’m sure I can make her understand.” The words burned like acid and tasted of bile as they fell from her lips. She only wanted to make one thing understood: no one had a chance in hell against her.

Glycerine Chapter 13 teaser

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Edward stepped closer to Esme and traced her jaw with his finger. Leaning down he let his lips brush her ear as he spoke. “Maybe I like watching you squirm. Maybe I want to have you so worked up that when I finally do touch you, I’ll have you a panting mess within seconds.”

Esme pulled in a shaky breath as her eyes drifted shut. “I don’t think it would take much now.”

Edward smirked and stepped back. He raked his eyes over her body before meeting her gaze. “I don’t suppose it would. But I think I can do better.”

Esme shifted and it wasn’t hard to miss the way her thighs clenched together when she did. Her eyes were heavy and her lips were parted as she tried to work through the fog in her brain. To make sense of what he was saying. She still wasn’t sold he was telling her the truth, but she wasn’t going to deny that it didn’t take much for him to derail her thoughts.

“I don’t know that you can.”

Edward tsked and dipped his chin, staring pointedly at the place he knew she wanted him most. “Why don’t you go ahead and take care of that. But be sure to think about me. Although we both know it won’t come close to comparing.”

Glycerine Ch 12 Teaser

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“Don’t start this shit tonight, Bella. I’m here with you, no one else.”

“Yeah, you are. I’m still waiting for you to tell me why that is. Because every time I ask, you deflect. You’re worse than a politician.”

“I was class president in high school.”

Bella rolled her eyes and lifted her arms into the shape of a field goal post. “He shoots, he deflects, but he sure as hell isn’t going to score.”

Edward chuckled and wrapped his arm around her waist.  Tugging until she was on her side facing him, he looked into her eyes, his face serious. “Bella. You know football?”

“Ugh,” she groaned, trying to pull free from his hold.

But Edward only tightened his grip, his chuckle turning into a full laugh. “Okay, okay. Stop before you hurt yourself.” He waited until she stopped squirming before he spoke again, and this time there was no playful undertone to his voice. “Bella, I don’t have answers to the questions you’re asking. You’re stubborn and short tempered. You disagree with me―even if you secretly agree―just to piss me off. You don’t believe a word I say, and you call me asshole more than you call me by my name. But for whatever reason, I like having you around. Maybe Victoria is right, maybe I am fucked up.”

“If you’re trying to make me feel better, your failure is epic.”

“I just basically insulted you about ten different times, didn’t I?”

“More or less. You’re going to be able to add that I hit you to your list if you keep talking.”

“See.” Edward sat up in the bed and pulled Bella with him. He grabbed her shoulders and gave her a light shake. “That’s my point exactly. We’re terrible. Who the fuck would put up with either of our bullshit? And here we sit, being complete assholes to each other, and neither one of us has made a move to leave.”

“Well, technically this is my house so I’m not going anywhere. I’m also pantless.”

Edward dropped his hands to her thighs and brushed his fingers over her skin. “Yeah, you are pantless.

Bella rolled her eyes and snapped her fingers in his face. “Focus asshole.” Edward grabbed her wrist and bit down her fingers causing a small grin to tug at the side of her mouth. “So to recap, we basically suck at being a couple.”

Glycerine Chapter 11 teaser

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“Esme.” He smiled and shifted away from Bella. His eyes focused on the beautiful girl in front of him.

Esme flicked her eyes briefly to Bella before dismissing her. Wrapping her arms around Edward’s neck she planted her lips against his. “I have been waiting since the day I heard you resumed this role to do that.”

“Have you now?” Edward chucked, his hand sliding to her waist and pushing slightly, wanting to create a bit of distance between them.

“Oh Edward,” Esme laughed, playfully hitting his stomach. ‘You know the only reason I took this role was to have dirty sex scenes with you.”

Edward grinned and gripped her a little tighter, unaware that the color had drained from Bella’s face. “Well, I’ll do my best not to disappoint.”

Bella swallowed around the lump in her throat and stepped to the side. She felt like an outsider suddenly and she wanted nothing more than to escape the sick feeling twisting in her stomach. Unfortunately, slipping out the door and away from Esme and Edward did nothing to relieve her tension, because neither seemed to notice she’d left.

Glycerine Ch10 Teaser

All errors are mine, not beta'd lalala

Hopping off the bed she crossed the room and dug through her bag before spinning and tossing a granola bar on Edward’s bare chest. “This is neither stale nor nasty. Dinner is served.” She bowed at the waist and swept her arm out wide with a flourish.

“Doesn’t it get exhausting?” Edward ripped the wrapper from the granola and took a bite from the end.

“Does what get exhausting?”

“Being such a smart ass all the time.”

Bella moved to the bed and snatched the granola bar from his fingers before he could protest. Breaking off a huge piece, she popped it into her mouth and shrugged. “I don’t know, does being an asshole ever get exhausting for you?”

“I’m not an asshole.”

“And I’m not a smart ass.”

“You’re impossible.” Edward huffed out a breath and snagged what was left of the bar from her hand.

”It seems we at least have that in common.”

“We gotta start somewhere, right?” Edward tugged on her arm, pulling her to sit beside him on the bed. He wasn’t normally a touchy-feely guy, but he’d been denied time and time again when it came to touching her, and he’d be damned if he would pass up the chance now.

Glycerine Ch 9 Teaser

THIS IS NOT BETA'D AND SUBJECT TO ALL THE EDITS!! ALL OF THEM!

Edward glared at his hand wrapped around the knob of his dressing room door. His late night activities and hellish day on set had his temper balancing on a knife’s edge. Not to mention the fact he never heard from Bella. Maybe he was being presumptuous thinking she’d text him back. But why didn’t she? Was she asleep? Was she out? Or was she just flat out ignoring him?

His jaw clenched, both in aggravation at himself and at her. But mainly at her. He didn’t understand what she’d done to him, but trying to stay away from her over the past week had taken more energy than chasing her. So what choice did he have? She was forcing his hand without saying or doing anything. The level of annoyance this revelation caused was astronomical.

“Fuck it.” He pulled open his door and moved down the hall to Bella’s office. If she was there he’d talk to her, if not then he’d just go home. He shoved his hands into his pockets and sauntered down the hall. His face showed nothing but a familiar look of cocky confidence. He didn’t spare a second glance at the other people in the hall, they weren’t important, nothing mattered other than his destination.

He turned the corner of the hall and slowed his steps. He could see part of her behind her desk, she had her hair twisted up on top of her head and a pencil trapped between her teeth. Sucking in a deep breath he moved to the door, pulling his hand from his pocket he knocked on the frame twice.

Bella lifted her head, her eyes widening at she stared at Edward. He pushed his hand back into his pocket and crossed one leg in front of the other. “Hey.”

Glycerine Ch8 Teaser

Ohai! This is not beta'd. I know it's short, but I'm trying to wrap up the chapter!! See y'all Friday!

Edward stared at his phone in disbelief. He wasn't sure what happened in the last couple of hours to change her mind, but he wasn't going to complain. Especially since he was already on his third take for a scene he'd rehearsed to the point of perfection. But he couldn’t focus, because his conversation with Bella continued to play on a loop in his mind, serving as a constant distraction. Bella was a constant distraction.

He’d been on the verge of an epic tantrum when she’d texted. As soon as he’d read her message, it was like a weight had lifted from his shoulders and the knot in his stomach loosened. He refused to think about why that was but, one take later, he nailed the scene.

By the time they wrapped for the day he was exhausted. He had no idea what to expect when he was face to face with Bella again but, no matter how tired he was, not going wasn't an option.