22~ He's an unbearable penguin

'It makes sense to me.'

I remain dazed for a couple of seconds, analyzing his words coming straight to my face.

At this moment I would like to go back to my room and close the door behind me, and then position myself

in front of the mirror and wonder what is wrong with me.

I've never been liked by men: my first boyfriend had to get drunk to take away my

virginity, while the last man who became part of my life decided to date me only

because he wanted to forget his ex.

Maybe I don't have anything that draws their attention: there will always be women with breasts bigger than mine, with a buttock

more evident, with longer hair and certainly taller and thinner than myself.

Edward was the first to look at me as I've never been admired by a man and that's why he

deserves my full attention, even if to do that I had to quit one day of my real job to

pretend to be a supermodel.

I keep my blank gaze fixed on James's as he finishes buttoning my shirt with that

annoyed grimace on his face, but I don't give him time to remove his fingers from my chest that I reach out my arm

towards his body, and then place the palm of my hand at the height of his stomach.

He frowns at my gesture, abandoning his annoyed expression, but I don't give him time to open

mouth that I try to push it away with the outstretched arm, even if he doesn't move an inch, indeed, he just raises an arrogant eyebrow, which makes my blood boil in my veins.

"I only care about Edward's opinion." - I whisper in a tone that is new even to myself, but

I don't stop to watch his reaction.

I turn my back to him under his watchful eyes, then I take advantage of the taxi that continues to approach and I'm on the point of raising my arm and stop it, but as soon as he understands my gesture, James takes a step forward and grabs the

elbow of my arm raised, forcing me to lower it and then follow him to his car

parked few meters away.

I widen my eyes at his gesture, trying to free my elbow from his grip, as James continues to

walk at a soft pace, dragging me with him.

"Let go of me!" - I say between my teeth, trying to plant my feet on the ground in vain, which makes him tighten even more

the gripping and clenching his jaw again, highlighting the hard features of his face.

I imitate his pissed grimace, turning my head back to see the taxi drive away in front of the

car of the asshole that I find myself next to.

I decide to give up only when he opens the door of his car, and then put his free hand on my other shoulder just to force me to bend down and enter, but I don't give him time to do that and I position myself on

the passenger seat without squashing a word.

I cross my arms and keep the same pout, even though I feel his eyes piercing me from above and

I feel a great desire to meet them.

I abandon my grimace for a thousandth of a second when I feel him lower to my height on the

machine, but I just look at it from the corner of my eye anyway:

«It would take just one word from me and Edward would forget your face.» - he says with a sharp voice, so hoarse that I shiver down my arms, given the proximity of his mouth to my ear.

I can analyze his words and resume breathing freely only when he stands up again

straight to his position.

Edward would forget your face ...

His words start to repeat in my head frantically, leaving me perplexed and

thoughtful at first, but then anger comes back to take possession of me, so I take advantage of James's presence

at my side still looking at me, to meet his piercing eyes.

Without thinking twice, I show off my neck and small cleavage again, unbuttoning my

shirt without stopping to look at him defiantly, but my gesture does nothing but make him furious again, even if this time he just blows the air from his nostrils persistently, then slams the door

of his beloved car, cursing softly, even though I can hear him swearing clearly.

I poke my lower lip into an offended grimace, then cross my arms over my chest and hope that the company

is close enough not to have to endure James's presence for more than half a minute.

If I was so excited when I read Edward's message now I almost want to go back and

change my clothes.

I feel him take his place next to me and start the car at the exact moment the smell of his skin

spreads throughout the car, but I decide not to speak to him and continue to look outside

the window.

It has remained one of my favorite hobbies, along with doing other people's business: when I was little I was

forced to wait for the bus at a stop near my small neighborhood, but while waiting I looked at people passing by me and I could hear their conversation, which is why my friends used to give me

crazy.

I was just a little girl but things have not changed: looking out the window I see women of my own

age walking on the sidewalk and I start thinking about their history, their problems, even if it is the first

time I see them.

I try to distract myself like this throughout the trip, but the presence of the hateful bodyguard makes it all the more

difficult, even if he doesn't squash a word and the only thing I hear in the car is the sound of his sighs,

while still maintaining a menacing and stern gaze.

I don't understand why he treats me like I'm a rag, but Edward's words come back to my head: the evening he introduced me to James, believing I didn't already know him, he made me understand that the man by my side does not have a bright past and is definitely not recommended as a man to date.

Between him and Edward there must be a close friendship if Edward can handle him every day, while I've had already enough and his attitude a little while ago has done nothing but worsen my opinion towards him.

He is an unbearable and arrogant penguin, who has so far done nothing but blame me for not being perfect!

I wish I could say the same for him, I would like to say that he is a bastard and ugly looking man, but even if

I lied to him, I'm sure he is aware of being a damn Greek God since he has lots of fans.

Seeing Kate come out of his room this morning made me want to throw up in the middle of the hallway,

and although I was quite distracted from meeting Edward, it didn't escape me that she came out of his

room without pants and only with a pair of underwear on.

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