216This outtake is a little longer than the last. It offers a bit of a look into the daily going-ons of Princeward's life.
Enjoy!
Outtake Two:
The Soup
The morning brings with it unwelcome rays of sunshine. I forgot to draw my curtains the night before so I am blinded even before I open my eyes.
Groaning, I roll over onto my stomach and bury my face in the pillows. My body relaxes with the new position and I'm finding it very difficult to get up.
The scent of strawberries is still there and it's still irritating, but I don't feel like recoiling away from it this time.
I meant what I said about getting my room cleaned, or my bed sheets and pillows changed at the very least.
I take my time getting out of bed, seeing as I have nowhere to be this morning. Being free is something that I'd be wise not to get used to. It's not going to last very long.
Glancing at the clock, I see that it's half past nine. When I have nowhere to go, I like breakfast delivered at ten. I wouldn't get up any later than that.
My shower is quick and by the time I'm dressed, I hear a faint knock. It comes from the main part of the suite, not my bedroom, and once I enter the living area I see that Alice has let herself in. She is pushing a cart of food.
"Morning Mr. Edward sir," she sings.
I can't help but smile in return. Not all the workers are as enthusiastic and friendly as her.
"Good morning, Alice," I respond.
"We have your favorites today, seeing as you just got back," she announces. She starts lifting off the covers from the plates. "Pesto scrambled eggs with sautéed tomatoes, Italian seasoning and parmesan cheese; sweet potato pancakes with pecan honey butter and banana oatmeal buttermilk waffles….OJ, milk or your mocha coffee on the side. Take your pick."
My stomach grumbles as the scent of the food reaches me and I realize that I am ravenous. "Just leave it all here."
Alice nods. "Anything else you need?"
"I know my room isn't scheduled to be cleaned just yet, but I want someone to change the sheets and pillows on my bed."
"I'll see to it," Alice says, turning and walking towards the door.
"Thank you, Alice," I say. The manners that have been forever engrained in me make themselves known.
"You're welcome. Have a nice day." She shuts the doors behind her and I am left to stare at the cart of food.
Knowing that I'll have to work off the calories later, I flip the flat screen on, sink down on the couch, and dig in.
There was once a time when our entire family had every meal together.
Then, things changed.
We grew up, Jasper, Rosalie and I. We went off to school and then Carlisle and Esme grew busier over the years. They developed new acquaintances, and as their social life grew more demanding, their time with their family dwindled.
The television screen keeps me company as I eat my breakfast. I can't stand the loneliness; I need company before I lose my mind.
I pick up my phone to text Emmett, but it rings when it's in my hand.
It's Carlisle.
"Dad," I answer.
"I hear you're back from London, son," he says, cutting right to the chase. Carlisle has always been like that.
"Got back last night," I tell him.
"How was the flight?"
"Long."
"The drive back?"
"Longer."
"The Kensingtons are coming over for dinner."
My brows shoot up and I suppress a groan. "Yeah?"
"Yes. You'll be there at 5pm sharp, I assume?"
As if I have a choice… "Yes."
"See you tonight, son."
He hangs up on me and I sigh. Our relationship has always been a little formal, even when I was a child. I'm closer to Esme, although I spend much more time with Carlisle. It's mainly because I'm next in line for the throne that I don't want.
The rest of the morning and afternoon goes by uneventfully. Halfway through breakfast, a maid comes in to do something about my bed. Another maid comes in to get rid of my breakfast things.
I have made plans with my personal trainer, Garrett, to meet up at the gym he owns. Normally he'd come here to the manor, since we have a gym of our own, but I've called him last minute. I feel like I need to release some stress.
For one thing, I have no desire to have dinner with the Kensingtons. Their teenage daughters fill my ears with inane banter and Mrs. Kensington can't keep her hands to herself.
For another thing, I can't stop thinking about the Girl That Had To Pee.
My thoughts drift to her several times, and I can't stop wondering who she is.
Will I ever see her again? What's her name? Where did she come from?
All these questions and more are irritatingly on the forefront of my mind as I head to the garage.
By habit, I head straight to my Volvo. I pause behind it, annoyed that the massive dent in the back is still there.
Huffing, I turn towards one of the SS that guards our family's garage.
"Why hasn't something been done about the dent?" I demand. I can't quite keep the frustration out of my voice.
"I, uh, I don't know, sir," he answers.
"I want it fixed ASAP," I say, already turning to head towards my Audi.
I'm still highly irritated at the idiot that hit it. I chose to let it go, because of the scandal that the gossip magazines would surely conjure up, but that doesn't mean that it didn't annoy the hell out of me. Whoever the person was probably didn't even have the balls to stick around and take responsibility.
Coward.
My workout with Garrett does what it is supposed to, as per usual, and by the time I get back to the manor I have to get ready for the dinner with the Kensingtons.
I have someone who shops for me, so it's not hard finding the typical garments for a social dinner. I shower again, attempt to tame my hair, spray on some cologne, and then by 5pm I am plastering on an artificial smile as I say hello to the Kensingtons.
We sit in the parlor and make idle chat for an hour, as is the custom. Thankfully, Jasper is good at keeping the teenage girls at bay. Rosalie doesn't hide her disinterest, although she attempts to join in Esme and Mrs. Kensington's conversation out of courtesy, and I find myself discussing politics with my father and Mr. Kensington.
When dinner is served, we all make our way to the dining room. There are place cards on the table, but Mrs. Kensington disregards them and sits wherever she pleases, which happens to be where I usually sit. I end up sitting on Carlisle's left and Mr. Kensington's right.
Just when the doors open and the workers start walking in with the food, Mr. Kensington turns to me.
"What are your plans now that you've graduated, Edward?" he asks. "Are you going to further your education, or do you think you can be at your father's side from now on? Perhaps partake in the family business?"
"I think I'm taking a break as of now," I respond. "I'll always be at my father's side, but when it comes to education or officially taking part in the business, I don't know which would be wiser."
"Well, it might certainly be education," he argues. "The only way-"
He is briefly cut off when a worker places my dish in front of me, lifting the lid.
"Thank you," I say, briefly glancing up at her.
The scent of strawberries hits me at the same time that I recognize her face.
It's her.
She looks different tonight. She looks neater, though the expression of surprise is almost equivalent to the one from last night.
The Girl Who Had To Pee stares at me with wide eyes.
She stares at me for a while, completely frozen, and her cheeks grow red.
Is she okay?
She must still be embarrassed from last night.
I raise my eyebrow, hoping that it will get her to move, just as Carlisle clears his throat. She jumps and glances up while her cheeks are still pink with embarrassment.
It has to be the sweetest, most innocent thing I've seen in a young woman.
The girl steps back and she's out of my sight. I am unable to think of her for much longer, because I am once again pulled into a conversation that I am not interested in.
Once the course is over, the worker comes back. As she lifts my empty dish from in front of me, she almost elbows me in the face. Luckily, I dodge out of the way just in time. The girl squeaks out an apology before scurrying back into the kitchen.
"She must be new," Esme says sympathetically.
That's all that is said about the girl, and when the workers walk back in, my eyes are drawn to her right away. Her gaze doesn't hold mine for more than two seconds at a time, and she looks flustered. It really is a sight to behold.
She's so distracting.
Everything that happens next happens painfully fast.
I think the girl trips on something, because the next thing I know my crotch is wet and it is on fire.
"FUCK!" the girl yells out as I hiss, and the pain of the burn is so excruciating that I am incapable of making any sound other than an agonized groan. My teeth are barred against the pain and my entire body has gone stiff as the pain makes it hard to think.
My dick is burning, and with it my temper, as I am being handed napkins from every side of me.
A pale hand clutching a napkin reaches down towards my crotch, and I instinctively grab it.
"It's all right, I've got it," I say through clenched teeth. I know I shouldn't be angry because it was an accident, but when your cock feels like it's been lit on fire, you can't exactly think straight.
She keeps apologizing as I get to my feet to clean myself up, and all I can do is tell her that it's okay.
She doesn't shut up.
"I'm sorry about the Volvo too!" she cries. "It's just, it was parked in the most ridiculous space, and I was there first and it was hard to get out and I pressed on the gas too hard and next thing I know there's a dent and I freak out and oh my god, what am I saying?"
Silence.
I blink at her, the pain of my crotch no longer the main thing on my mind as her words sink in.
My Volvo…
She hit my Volvo?
"That was you?" I ask in disbelief. This does not seem real.
All she can do is apologize again before Alice drags her away.
I don't stay in the dining room for much longer. I excuse myself and head straight for my bedroom, waving away any workers that want to help.
Once upstairs, I strip and step into the shower for the third time today. Cool water feels good on my cock and thighs, and the burn lessens remarkably. There's no permanent damage, and that's a good thing.
When I am out of the shower, there is only one girl on my mind.
Bella.
That's what Alice called her.
It's a pretty name, but Christ, the girl is a bumbling mess.
I feel embarrassed for her, but I can't help but feel intrigued.
Not just intrigued, but fascinated.
I want to know more.
How often will I run into her? Will it be another disaster, like tonight and the night before?
How does she look when the expression on her face isn't embarrassed?
This girl- Bella- has peaked my interest.
And once something peaks my interest, there's no turning back.
A/N: The next outtake won't be up for a while, mainly because it would... um... reveal something that hasn't been revealed yet in Royal Rebellions. Yes, I'm talking about what the heck Edward was hiding in that drawer of his.
See you on Sunday. :)