Indecent Proposal by pattyrose, Twilight Fanfiction
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Indecent Proposal by pattyrose
Edward's heart was broken by the girl he's loved for almost a decade. Drifter Bella wanders into Forks
aimlessly one hot summer day. When their paths cross, he proposes a scheme to get them both their
deepest desires. But things aren't always as they seem & Fate can have other plans. Rated M.
Chapter 1 – Crazy and Shocked
Chapter Song Recs:
Unwritten
by Natasha Bedingfield
Break Even
by The Script
Mid-May
BPoV
The summer when you proposed that stupidly ridiculous scheme to get her back and I stupidly went
along with it was the summer of the Olympic Region's worst heat wave on record...
OOOOOOOOOO
He'd been staring at my breasts for the past half-hour.
Inconspicuously at first; a quick glance here, a flash of the eyes there. But over the past fifteen
minutes he'd left inconspicuous far behind and fully embraced his inner perv with hungry eyes and
greedy grins. It was a miracle he hadn't crashed the truck yet during one of his ogles at my
admittedly pretty tatas. This is what I got for hitchhiking through the Olympic Mountains - with a
white-bearded logger to boot.
I sighed and crossed my arms over my chest, my lips twisting silently around a few choice expletives
my big brother Jamie would've been ultra proud of.
Dirty friggin flying son-of-a filthy rotten bow-legged whore
Big fat overgrown ass-ugly cock-sucking shrivel-dicked pencil-peened fucker of mothers
Despite my current predicament, remembering Jamie teaching a five-year-old me to string together a
bunch of dirty words brought a smile to my face. If he'd been here right now, never mind stringing
curses, he would've strung logger man up by his white beard. Then again, he would've chewed my
head off for hitchhiking in the first place – especially while wearing a tank that showed off my breasts
so nicely.
I tried to ignore my freaky admirer and whistled a happy tune to myself instead – like I tended to do
when trying to distract myself. I purposely hit a couple of notes way too high. Maybe if I sang off-key
enough I'd turn him off and his straying eyes would stray no longer.
No such luck.
"Sooo, pretty lady," freaky-logger-man said, mistaking my breasts for my eyes when he smiled a
freaky toothless smile my way. "Where exactly ya headed?"
"Don't really know." I shrugged and turned to stare out my window at the thick, tall trees that
encroached on us, creating a canopy high above that kept the strangely warm Washington sun at
bay. "Anywhere and no where really," I mused.
"How comes a pretty little lady like you don't have a fixed destination? Don't you have anywhere
specific you wanna go? Someplace to stay?"
I smiled to myself, keeping my eyes on the blurring trees, and blurted my thoughts – another thing I
usually tended to. "Oh I've got tons of places to go. I just won't be staying at any of them. Why
should I? There's too much to see and do to waste time in just one-"
And then I felt it. A warm, clammy hand suddenly rested on my thigh, right at the juncture where my
shorts ended and my bare skin began.
Oh no the rat-faced-bastard-of-a-hairy-balled-pirate didn't.
EPoV
He'd been staring at her tits for the past fifteen minutes.
Not overtly. We were in a hospital cafeteria and he was the hospital administrator. He couldn't
openly ogle the way he wanted to.
But
I
could see it - the way his beady eyes would narrow, crinkling in the corners before shifting
quickly to her small chest and then back up to her face.
He hid it well; I had to give him that. I wondered how long he'd been hiding it while she was
my
girlfriend, how many times he'd checked her out on the sly without my knowing. I wondered if she'd
known – even back then; if she'd
enjoyed
it. I wondered if she still made the same sounds she used to
make when she came; if she'd altered her repertoire in any way for him – to please
his
tastes. Mike
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always been so shy in bed.
I bit into my apple and turned away, pretending to scan my pager. Still, I saw them laughing out of
the corner of my eye. They made such a fucking handsome couple; I snorted internally, she in her
pretty little skirt suits, him in his shirts and ties.
I got up and threw out the tray with the untouched breakfast and turned and bumped right into
him
.
He grinned at me, the same friendly grin he'd been given me since back in high school. Too bad I'd
never known what a two-faced, beady-eyed, girlfriend-stealing motherfucker he'd turn out to be. We
could've spared ourselves this farce of a friendship.
"Hey Mike," I grinned, clapping him on the shoulder. It gave me a cheap sort of thrill when he almost
lost his footing. I held in a chuckle.
'
Yeah,'
- a little voice inside of me taunted –
'but he's fucking your ex-girlfriend - the one you're still in
love with - so who's really getting the last laugh?'
"How are you doing?" I asked instead.
"I'm good, I'm good," he grinned back, playing with his tie. "Just taking a quick breakfast break. How
was Italy?"
Shitty.
"Great man. Really good. Just got back last night, actually. You would not believe how relaxing
the Tuscan countryside can be."
"Yeah? Good!" he exclaimed, happily nodding. "Glad to know you relaxed and took a much needed
breather after all those years of med school. So are you ready to plunge right into the life of a first-
year resident now?"
I gripped his shoulder, giving him a friendly shake and once again enjoyed the childish gratification
that came from his unsteadiness on his feet. What a chump. He'd always been a chump. Would
always be a chump.
Did she know she was fucking a chump?
"As ready as I'll ever be. We went over some protocols this morning and now I'm headed for my
rounds," I said cheerfully.
"That's great, Edward. I'm glad to see you came back in such an upbeat, gung-ho mood." He fisted his
hand and swung his arm in front of him in an arc.
"Yes, I did," I agreed in the same exaggerated tone - minus the chump arm gesture.
"Good." He moved in a bit closer and dropped his vocLkEdwrdIIjustwnttmksur
you and I are still good, buddy. You've been one of my best friends since we were kids and I want to
make sure you know that I- I mean
we
," he blurted quickly and uncomfortably, "didn't plan this. You
and she had broken up already when we-"
Fucking asshole.
"Mike, Mike, Mike," I stopped him, in an equally low voice, "Don't give it a second
thought, man. She and I have been over for a while."
"So we're good then?" he asked hopefully, obvious relief coloring his pale face. "Because you know,
we're all going to be working together now and-"
"Of course we're good," I shrugged, and looked down at my pager as if it'd just gone off.
"Mike, I've got to run, my attending's paging me." I clapped my hands and grinned widely. "Time to
get this show on the road."
"Oh. Okay, then. I'll see you later, Edward. Good to see you, buddy."
"Yeah, good to see you too."
Asshole
.
My eyes flashed behind him and landed on Bree. She was watching us anxiously, her dark hair pinned
up in a bun, all professional. It made her already small features look smaller, more delicate. I grinned
and waved, pissed off inside because
she
broke up with
me
.
She'd
moved on - to
him
. Yet she still
looked at me that way. She had no right to look at me anxiouslymybvnwstfully
She seemed to hesitate for just a fraction of a second before she waved back, a small smile on her
lips.
And I turned and left, pretending my heart wasn't falling to pieces.
OOOOOOOOOO
I snatched the first chart off the board and quickly scanned it, ready to get to work and get my buddy
Mike's two-faced words and Bree's delicate, unsure face out of my head.
"Your attending's not here yet, Dr. Cullen," a slightly bored voice called out from behind the nurse's
station. Julia was head RN and, at this point in my career, my superior. "You aren't supposed to start
without him."
I perused the chart in my hand and pursed my lips. "It's just a laceration, Julia," I said
condescendingly. This was the Forks Emergency room for the love of God. Most
emergencies
consisted of scrapes, lacerations and bruises.
"There are still protocols,
Doctor
Cullen," she chided me. Julia had known me since I was a small kid
and would come visit my father - the chief of staff. Therefore, she had no problem yelling her head
off at me when I strolled away towards Examining Room One.
"Dr. Cullen! Doc! Edward, damn it, get your butt back- Damn it!" she muttered.
The patient was moaning – pretty loudly, I might say - when I walked into the room. She laid spread
eagle over the exam table; her arm covered her face while her long hair cascaded all over the place,
splayed like dark wildfire across her shoulders. Her other hand tightly covered an area on her arm. I
frowned and took a quick look back at my chart. According to this, she had a small laceration that
might
require stitches. From the look and sound of her though, I'd thought she needed life-saving
surgery.
Confirming that it was indeed, just a laceration, I took a step towards her and then stopped when her
moans turned into humming – seriously out-of-tune by the way - before morphing back to moaning
and then to tuneless humming again.
"Um, excuse me," I said.
She quickly removed her arm from her face and lifted her head and looked at me through the
deepest, darkest eyes I'd ever seen in my life.
"Doctor, thank God," she breathed, eyes growing wide. "Are you here to sew me up?"
I blinked - twcSmthngbuthryshdlftmflngdscncrtd
"My name is Doctor Cullen. I'm a resident here and-"
She sucked her teeth; her Bambi eyes impatient. "Can we do the intros later? You
need
to sew me up
stat!" She stuck her covered arm out in my direction and then slowly, lifted her hand, revealing a cut
that seemed about two, two and a half inches in length.
But it might as well have been the end of the world, because she took one look at it and started dry
heaving over the table.
What. The hell?
"Do you need a bucket?" I asked urgently.
"NO!" she yelled, heaving again. "No bucket! Just sew me up!"
I pursed my lips. "I'm sorry miss, but there is a clearly defined order in which we do things here. First
we need to go over your personal history and then take a look at your-"
"Cullen, was it, doctor?" she asked, looking up at me through dark eyes. I nodded. "Well then Doctor
Cullen," she moaned, closing her eyes tightly, "if you don't sew me up right now I'm going to barf all
over this pretty little examining room of yours and then pass out and then your clearly defined order
will be covered in a mess of clearly defined vomit!"
She snuck another peek at the almost insignificant cut and moaned again, heaving once more before
throwing her head back against the table.
I blinked twice more - then went to the door. "Julia, I need a stitching kit. Stat."
Now curled into a fetal position over the exam table, the patient covered her face once more, and
again returned to her strange vocal exercises – moaning and humming; humming and moaning. And
then she added something new to her strange repertoire:
"
Whatdoesntkillyoumakesyoustronger
Whtwsshwssh
singing
now?
Alright. So I'd gotten stuck with a nut job for my first patient ever. Yet as she lay there - moaning and
humming and fucking
singing
- I couldn't help notice the pair of shapely legs that peaked out from
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