Chapter 8 Teaser

I’m sitting on the sofa in our suite the next evening, nursing some kind of vodka concoction that Emmett has whipped up as we wait for Rosalie and Edward. Rosalie is waiting, I’m sure to make some sort of grand entrance, stupid bitch, and Edward is still in the shower, thanks to me and my need to hog the bathroom for two hours. Hey, it takes time and effort to look this hot. We’re headed to the Music Matters Annual Costume Ball, and believe me, I need to look smokin’ since we will, not doubt, be surrounded by a horde of whores, scantily clad in barely-there lingerie. I have chosen to portray Black Magic Woman, so I’m dressed as a witch, pointy hat and all. Edward picked my costume while we were out yesterday, and being the horny man that he is, I’m sure you can imagine how fucking tiny it is.