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Summary
Bella is a relationship-weary sports journalist. Edward is a playboy, ex-pat
American soccer player in London. When they meet, will they connect or kill each
other?
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Chapter 1
A/N So Here's my first attempt at writing fan fiction. I've never written a
word of fiction in my life, so this is all new to me! Many thanks to my
wonderful beta, Magnolia822, and my pre-readers, xhellokitty99x and
xXTailoredDreamsXx, and to Lolypop82 for all her help with banners and
manips! here we go!
So hot.
It's just so hot in here. And what is that god-awful noise? Sounds like a freight
train charging through my head. A mix of loud puttering engines and a throbbing
akin to walking out of a club after standing next to the speakers all night.
Something's poking my face; it's not pleasant, and it's rather annoying. Where the
fuck am I? As I turn my head, I see the culprit of all my anguish. Overly spiky hair
stabbing at my chin, and snoring...god almighty- the snoring.
What was his name again?
Last night had been...interesting. I made it to the hotel from the airport and after
unloading all my luggage I desperately needed a drink. I changed into some jeans
and light v-neck sweater and made my way to the hotel lounge. After about two pints
of Guiness I saw him. Tall, dark, and definitely handsome. I gave him a coy smile as
he made his way to me, giving me a perfect smile and making small talk. I knew it-
soccer player, and American. Great, this worked out to my advantage; I'd have the
inside scoop on one of the three American players playing on Arsenal's team, and
maybe I'd have some fun tonight.
And fun it was. I'm not sure, at one point we ended up in a room (presumably his),
but even with a slight buzz I could register that he was good...not great...but, good
enough. I do remember he came before me... yeah, bummer, but it was alright
because he managed to do some nice work with his fingers afterwards that sent me
into sweet release. I don't know if it was my buzz or not but it seemed like it was
over as soon as it had begun. Oh well.
Now I find myself with a headache under what feels like a damn space heater, hair
matted against the back of my neck and forehead, and that damn overly gelled hair
poking my in the face. I have to get the fuck out of here.. .
After finally unceremoniously extricating myself from the death trap that is the
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