A/N: Hellooo my lovelies! Look at this! It's a new story! Oh my Lord, what troubles are we going to get into with this one?! Ugh, I cannot tell you how excited I am for this one!

"But! GB! Does this mean you're not going to concentrate on Worlds Apart now?! Are you going to leave us hanging again?!"…NO! Not the case at all! I'm actually cranking out chapters at a fairly good pace right now. Even with work being crazy as it is, I'm still feeling the writing juices flowing like rain water.

Now, this is going to be a very short story, only about 3 chapters at most. Just enough to tease you….but leaving you feel satisfied and so sated. *smokes a cigarette* I'm just kidding…I don't smoke. ANYWAYS! I hope you enjoy this first installment. Happy reading!

As always, Stephanie Meyer is Supreme Ruler of all Twilight….I'm just a lowly subject….*we're not worthy*

The flight coming in was extra rough. Or perhaps it just felt that way, for Bella's nerves were already shot. Her anxiety and nervousness was at an all time high for this trip. The Xanax that she popped earlier didn't do shit for her.

She couldn't keep her knee from twitching and bouncing during the ride. The last 4 hours, 33 minutes and 26 seconds were the longest of her life, Bella was shocked that she didn't go into cardiac arrest during the flight.

She usually wasn't ever this nervous to fly, her line of work called for her to be on a plane at least twice a week. It was routine. Arrive a couple hours before hand, spend some time at the bar, fall asleep in the first-class lounge until the attendant came to wake her to board the plane. Ride out the flight and that was all, folks!

'For God's sake Bells get a hold of yourself! This is just like all the other times…..focus!'

That was the mantra Bella kept repeating to herself, hoping she wouldn't chicken out on her own fucking plan. For two solid weeks, she kept playing the game plan over and over in her head. It was solid! Just like before, nothing will go wrong. Everything will be perfect.

For all her family and friends knew at home she was gone away for another week on business. On the company credit card, of course. After spending a pretty penny on her flight and accommodations; she very well couldn't back out now. Not when she even had the boss's permission to spend said pretty pennies.

"You need some time away Ms. Swan! Go on, take a few days off!"

Her boss practically shoved her out of his office. Well…if he insisted. That same night she went home and began planning a trip. She didn't know where she wanted to go. Florida? California? Hawaii maybe?

The realization didn't hit her until she was scanning her Facebook page, the picture of him popped up. She was overdue….in that instant she began booking her flight and accommodations to Chicago, Illinois.

"Ladies and Gentlemen, on behalf of the flight crew and myself, we'd like to thank you for traveling with us today. We are now arriving at O'Hare International. Your bags will be waiting for you at carousel #6. Have yourselves a beautiful day, and welcome to Chicago."

The pilot made his final announcement as the plane taxied into the terminal. The plane reached its final destination rather quickly, much to Bella's dismay and relief. The flight attendant was gathering the last bits of trash from each passenger and gave them the go ahead to start gathering their carry-ons from the overhead compartment.

Bella let out a deep sigh of relief, not realizing she had forgotten to breath for the last few minutes. Standing, she picked up her new Dooney and Bourke leather bag, and reached for the matching duffle in the upper compartment.

Almost there….almost there….

After gathering her things, the flight attendants motioned for the first class passengers to begin to file out. Bella's aisle buddy let her go ahead of him. He was a gentlemen in a sleek, dark grey business suit, probably around mid-forties.

He had salt and pepper hair and deep laugh lines. For an older man, he was very sexy. And if Bella hadn't been here in Chicago on other business, she probably would have given him her information to have drinks that night and maybe a nightcap back at her hotel room.

Bella gave him a slight nod and smile in thanks. She walked briskly out of the plane and through the tunnel to the terminal. Her Jimmy Choos clicking along the floors, echoing in the tunnel.

O'Hare was always one of the busiest airports. Next to LAX in California and JFK in New York; O'Hare came the top three for sure. Bella made her way through the mobs of people rushing to and from their planes.

Bella hadn't slept a wink on the plane, nor the night before. Her jet-lag was already setting, and fuck if the line for the Starbucks stand wasn't a mile and a half long. She abandoned the idea of getting herself a delectable Caffe Vanilla Frappuccino with a double shot of espresso and made her way to baggage claim and the car rental kiosk.

She silently thanked God above that her bag was the very first one to make it down the conveyer belt. Grabbing the matching Dooney luggage, she extracted the handle from its hidden compartment and made her way next to get her rental car.

The receptionist was very sweet, very unusual for an airport employee. She made the check in process easy and even upgraded Bella's car to premium status. Complete with On-Star and Sirius Radio. Guess working as one of the top executives to Denali Corp really had its perks.

With Bella's nerves so on edge, she was thankful that every task she had had to endure so far was painless. Finding her car, she loaded the trunk with her belongings and made herself comfortable in the driver's seat. Making certain that the mirrors were to her exact liking. Finding a radio station which would help make the drive seem shorter. She added the address of her hotel to the GPS and it was ready to go.

Bella felt a bit more at ease once she got to driving on the highway, and once again, God must have been looking down on her, for she drove by a very large Starbucks with a drive through and swerved immediately, barely missing another car to get her fix.

She was thankful for the sweet, caffeinated crack she sipped on and resumed her journey on the highway. The drive took her towards downtown Chicago, the city buzzing with locals and tourists and too many fucking taxi drivers.

Learning to drive in Chicago was a magic trick on its own. The people here were fucking nuts. If the highway was marked as a three lane road, the locals here made it four! Her GPS had taken her the long way around the city, just her luck. She just wanted to get to the hotel in one piece. But with all the crazy drivers on the road, she was sure she was going to kill or be killed at this point.

"You have reached your destination, The Drake Hotel, is on the left hand side." The robotic voice chimed in breaking Bella's road rage clouded mind.

"Ugh, thank GOD!" She pulled into the valet and the bell hop rushed to open her door immediately.

"Welcome to the Drake, Ma'am!" The young man was blonde and adorable and Bella couldn't help but smile. He couldn't have been more than eighteen years old, and so willing to please. She could tell.

Handing him her keys to the car, he popped the trunk. Two more hops jumped to the task to gather her belongings and followed her into the lobby.

The concierge checked her in effortlessly, "How many keys, Miss Swan?"

"Two please…," She gave him a small smile as the host activated her card keys. Handing them to one of the hops, they escorted her to the elevators and up to the top floor penthouse.

Hop #1 came to a halt in front of a pair of white double doors, sliding the key into the slot, he unlocked the door and stepped aside for Bella to enter. She sauntered through the door and took in her surroundings.

The Drake knew how to put a guest up in style. The room was decorated in neutral colors of cream, beige and light pinks. It was warm and welcoming, as well as stylish. She walked over to the large living space to take in the view she had of the lake, exquisite.

The hops had set her luggage in the master bedroom and waited by the door once they finished.

"Will the Missus require anything else?" The eldest one broke the silence.

Bella turned to the two gentlemen, smiling she reached for her pocket book.

"No that will be all, thank you for your help." She reached into her wallet and pulled out a crisp twenty for each of the hops. They tipped their hats to her and left her keys on the side table as they exited her room.

After a few hours of unpacking her clothing, taking the extra care to organize her dresser drawers by garments, colors and order of dressing. Doing the same for the closet, she hung her dress bags that she packed into her suitcase.

They were arranged by importance and her itinerary. First the red, then the black, and finally; the midnight blue. That one was her favorite. Off the shoulder, floor length with a slit up to mid-thigh. It wasn't made to be overly sexy, but sheer elegance. And it made her feel like a million bucks. Even her shoes were selected with care for the trip and arranged on the floor of the closet in order.

Bella practiced precise control in every aspect of her life. It's what helped her earn the high paying position that she held at Denali Corp. Her life was comfortable and everything happened exactly as she planned. Nothing was unexpected.

That's what she loved about him….everything about him was precise. No surprises. He answered when she'd call, he'd be there when she said to be. In return, she took care of him. It was the least she could do, he was so good to her.

Although she wasn't sure about this time around, which explained why her anxiety was at an all time high. After finishing up unpacking her belongings, Bella went to the mini bar and grabbed the small bottle of bourbon. She uncapped it and swigged the entire bottle of its contents in one gulp. Hopefully that would take the edge off for her.

The afternoon seemed to have flown by and suddenly it was now night time. Bella grabbed the menu for room service and ordered herself some supper. Enjoying her night to herself, because tomorrow she was going to set her plans in action. After enjoying a delicious meal, courtesy of the hotel, she put her room service cart out into the hallway along with her breakfast order for the following morning.

She soaked in the oversized tub, making sure to exfoliate every part of her creamy body and shaved. She wrapped herself in the complimentary terry cloth robe and sunk deep into the plush California King sized bed for the night. Tomorrow would begin several days of pure bliss….

Bella's side table phone began to ring that morning, waking her from her slumber. Groaning, she reached for the handset, the overly cheerful voice of a woman spoke.

"Good Morning, Miss Swan! This is your morning wake up call! I will be placing your breakfast order in as we speak, is there anything else I can do for you at this time?"

The peppiness of the woman was almost annoying. But gathering up her manners, for she was only doing her job, Bella cleared her throat carefully.

"Thank you very much. No there isn't anything else at this time. However, I am going to cancel my morning wake up call until further notice." Bella pushed her hair out of her face, as she crawled over to the edge of the bed.

"Not a problem, Miss Swan! I will go ahead and void out your Morning Call requests until you say otherwise. Also, your massage appointment will be this afternoon at 1pm, exactly. I will confirm that for you right now. Have a wonderful day, Miss Swan!"

Bella grunted her thanks and hung the phone up. Wishing she hadn't requested the morning wake up call in trade for an extra hour of sleep, Bella kicked the blankets off of her body.

She dressed in a simple pair of jeans and a white button down blouse. She raked her hands through her hair, and was satisfied that she looked put together, in a very homey and relaxed fashion. Still perfect.

Her breakfast of french toast, bacon and mimosas arrived shortly after and she switched the television on to the local news. She gingerly ate at her food, careful to make sure all of her bites were even with each other. Precise.

After finishing she rolled her cart out to the hallway again. She grabbed her two room keys and made her way down to the lobby. She reached the front desk and requested a priority mail envelope and paid extra for the rush delivery.

She walked over to the sofa sitting on the far end of the lobby, and on a sheet of the hotel notepad paper she found with a pen she began to write.

I will be here until Sunday….Come tomorrow. 2 pm sharp. Bring the usuals.

The Drake Hotel, Room 701. Top floor.

Don't be late.

Can't wait to see you….

-B

Bella slipped the small note along with her extra key card into the envelope and addressed it to his home. She stood to make her way back to the elevator, before dropping the letter into the mailbox located just next to the front desk.

As she stepped into the elevator and the doors began to close, Bella felt the anticipation begin to rise in the pit of her stomach. It was all just like clockwork. By tomorrow, he would be there. With her. In her bed. Precisely from 2pm till Sunday morning. Like clockwork….

A/N: Okay…so anyone else uber excited for next chapter?! I am! Oh God I'm so excited lol Obviously there's going to be some smexy times here in this story…so a rating of M is appropriate. If you're underage…..probably shouldn't read. BUT then again I'm not your parent nor am I your keeper. If you get caught reading smexy things….that's your fault lol (although I'm no angel neither, I've been reading fan fiction since I was like 13 lol)

ANYWAYS! As always a great big THANK YOU to my Beta, AnakinSmom for fixing my typo-boo-boos and giving me suggestions and helping a girl out! You're the best! Can't wait to continue on with you on this crazy fan fiction journey!

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-GB