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I would like to thank RoseT for being my wonderful Beta, thank you so much.

Edwards POV

Monday 21nd June 2010

Court 1

I couldn't breathe, my arms were aching, my legs felt like jelly, my back felt like it was caving in and the sweat was pouring down my head, "fuck," I moaned while hitting the ball as hard as I could over the net, "game" the umpire called, I fell to the floor, "game, set and match to Edward Cullen" and then I heard the crowd go into an uproar.

I had won the first round at Wimbledon.

I stood up completely exhausted, adrenalin was the only thing keeping me up, the smile on my face mirrored the crowds. I winked into the crowd at the young girls waving their banners at me, blowing kisses and declaring their love for me on a piece of cardboard.

I was honoured, there was no doubt about it, but I was too old to be even looking at the eighteen year old girls, I was twenty eight, okay twenty eight is not old, but in tennis years I was like an old age pensioner, retirement was looming, I had one more season in me, two at a push, and I was beginning to worry...what happens next?

I'm currently ranked number three in the world, I was good at tennis, but knowing there were two people better than me...well, that sucked.

Current number one champion was the cocky Jacob Black, I played against him two months ago. The match was nothing more than humiliating, he knocked me out in three straight sets, he was younger than me, had more energy than me, his body made mine look like the geeky kid off road trip, I detested him...I envied him, which was worse than detesting him, he was a damned good player.

The bastard!

After shaking hands with everyone, I ran into the locker room where my two brothers were waiting for me, grinning and applauding.

"Well-done Eddie boy, you did us proud," Emmett shouted out. Jasper took my hand and shook it ,"I'm proud of you Edward, I thought you lost it there for a while," Jasper commente...Yeah you try fucking hitting a ball for ninety minutes and tell me you don't feel like you're about to pass out!

"Yes well I had to at least let him think he stood a chance/" I joked while taking a seat...I didn't need them to know I was about to pass out off exhaustion any minute now.

After taking a shower we headed back to the hotel; crowds were gathering at the doorway and as soon as I stepped out the car the flashes began. Reporters were covering the doorway talking to Bella Swan, the current champion, number one in the woman's division, she was on her way to her first match...I keep tabs on her, sue me!

I would have happily snuck past had there not been twenty screaming girls chanting my name.

A few of the reporters turned around all female and hurried their camera crew around and asked me for an interview, I noticed Bella's eyes burn into me, I was sure she was thinking arsehole, but I could be wrong.

"So, how do you feel about winning your first match Edward?" one reporter asked. Stupid question really, what did she expect me to say? I mean...seriously!

"Relieved," I laughed out.

"No more questions for today please, if you want to ask questions be at the press conference in two hours," Jasper remarked while pulling me through the crowds...oh yeah I forgot to mention Jasper was also my manager.

I turned to look at Bella before walking through the door and winked, "Good luck with the match" I called, Bella's eyebrows rose in shock and she turned bright red...god damned gorgeous.

Bella Swan had avoided me like the plague for the last seven years, I had tried everything i could to bump into her, but she always seems to evade me, I wish I knew how? Why? What the hell for? Every female her age was after me, why was it the one woman I wanted seem to be repulsed to be near me?

"You too, Cullen," Bella replied with a smirk on her face...It was the first time she had ever spoken to me, actually acknowledged me, fucking looked at me!

Jasper pulled at my arm to get me to move, I took one look at Bella and moved along, "Jesus Edward could you act any less desperate? You looked like you were about to piss on her or something." Jasper said with a smug look on his face.

"Excuse me?" I snapped.

"How long have you been pining after her? Five? Six? Seven years?"

"As if," I snorted...Yes I actually snorted like a fucking idiot.

"Yeah, yeah," Emmett laughed out while walking us over to the elevator.

The elevator eventually came and we headed to our room, the penthouse, Jasper always insisted we stay in luxury, to be honest, I would have been happy with a room with just a bed and a television in, but Jasper being married to Alice only knew the finer things in life.

I sat and watched television for an hour with Emmett while Jasper called every reporter within a twenty mile radius organising interviews, I felt bored at the thought of talking to them, this was the part of tennis I would NOT miss.

Emmett designed cars for a living, his wife Rose helped him, they were partners in everything, she was amazing at building them up from scratch, Emmett was amazing at designing the most stunning car ever to be seen, they were an unstoppable duo in the car industry, Jasper was at university when my career took off, he finished his diploma and took over as my manager six years ago, I knew tennis was the only career choice for me, my father used to take all three of us as children to the local sports centre, Emmett and Jasper enjoyed the game to a certain degree, but my father knew instantly that it was not just a game for me, it was my life, I truly loved it.

Hence, me sitting in a penthouse, with my manager and Emmett, just winning round one of Wimbledon.

After another hour, we went down stairs and into the conference room, the room was full with reporters, the flashing lights were making me dizzy I just focused on where Jasper was walking, following him to the table.

I took a seat and then the questions started.

"Are the rumours true about you and Bella Swan?" One female reporter asked.

"And what rumours would that be?" I asked confused.

"That you are a couple."

"Well, that is the first I have ever heard of it, I can quite assure you that Bella Swan and I have no romantic involvement at all." Where the hell had these rumours been circulated from?

"Thank you Mr Cullen, I am sure your fans will be happy to hear that," the bitch smiled over at me, she was giving me the 'fuck me now' eyes, I looked her quickly over with a grin on my face...I only looked, one night stands had never been my thing, I had always kept myself to myself, I had a few relationships with fellow tennis players, but hectic work schedules and training always came between us.

"Next Question," Jasper suddenly spoke making me force my eyes from the blond bombshell.

"How do you feel about playing Mike Newton in the next round?" Another reporter asked.

"More than happy," I confirmed. How the hell he had made it through the first round of Wimbledon was beyond me, the only thing I knew for certain about Mike Newton was that I had won him the last eight times I have played him...could this be a breeze through to round three? I think so...

The questions for the next hour were as usual very boring, I was more than sure I actually dozed off for a few minutes, but walking into the hotel suite and lazing on the couch felt better than I can even explain.

Around eleven pm I decided to go get a cup of coffee from downstairs, Emmett and Jasper had gone to bed, but I just couldn't sleep. As the elevator doors opened there Bella stood with her arms crossed and her back leaning against the far wall...my heart started pounding, my hands became clammy, I was speechless so I smiled while entering the elevator and turned my back around to press the button.

I noticed it was already pushed for reception and I couldn't help the grin that appeared on my face, I was secretly hoping Bella was going for a coffee too.

After getting off the elevator, I went straight to the lounge and poured myself a coffee, there was only one other man in the room drinking whiskey and talking on his mobile.

I took a seat staring at the door while secretly praying Miss Swan would come in...she didn't.

An hour later I decided to head back to my room and there Bella sat in the foyer reading a paper, for some reason my body moved in her direction and before i knew it I was standing directly in front of her.

"Yes?" Bella said while staring up at me.

"How did your match go?" I asked, proud that I came up with something.

"Oh great thank you I won, I presume you did to since you're still here." Smart, sarcastic and gorgeous...hmm.

"I barely won," I joked. "What about you?" I was just far too happy that she was actually speaking to me.

"Straight sets," she said while shrugging her shoulders, as though it was no big deal.

"Well-done," I replied while smiling at her, her face up close was even better than any television screen could portray. "Well I best head up, early training tomorrow."

"Best of luck for Tuesday, I'm sure you will win Mike Newton hands down...after all you always do," Bella remarked before suddenly turning away blushing.

How the hell did she know I always won Mike Newton?...Or was I just reading too much into it? Yes more than likely reading too much into it, desperation does that to a man!

"Goodnight," I called while heading back to the room.

Wednesday, 23rd June 2010

Court 1

I was into the third set, ninth game. I was winning and Newton looked like he was about to pass out, I secretly thanked whatever god there was for making someone my age more tired than me because I will be honest, I was fucking exhausted.

"Set point," was called on the tannoy and then I hit the ball as fast, hard and with every ounce of strength I had left in me and I'd be damned, "Game set and match to Edward Cullen" was announced. The crowd went into an uproar and so did I; through to round three of Wimbledon!

I ran to the centre court and shook Mikes hand, "Good game, Newton." I smiled.

"Make the most of it Edward; we both know this is nearing the end for us."

"Excuse me?" I snapped.

"You are as exhausted as i am, I can tell. We're too old for this shit and you know it."

"We're twenty eight, Newton." I laughed out.

"Then why do we both sound like we have the lungs of sixty year olds?" He laughed. I shrugged because he had a point, we both were breathing a little too heavily. I knew I should have made my father come to England. Which can I say is always fucking freezing... no wonder I couldn't breathe right. My father was one of the best doctors in the world.

I jogged into the locker room where Emmett and Jasper where sitting waiting for me. "You were sluggish out there!" Jasper snapped. "You need to up your game or you will be out in the next match," his tone was irritated which annoyed me.

"I've told you this is it for me Jasper, I'm not in my prime no more, it gets harder as you get older...trust me."

"Well, quit. Do not make a laughing stock out of yourself."

"Have I not just won?" I called dumbfounded and completely mortified by what he had just said.

"Yes...to Newton...who you could win with your eyes closed, you came here ranked number three and you're going to leave as number fifty three...and that's if you're lucky. Why didn't you listen to me when I said leave it? You have to go out in style, Edward, and the way you just played out there, you will never be remembered as a great."

"I was ranked number one once you know, Jasper."

"Oh god! That was ten years ago, stop living in your heyday."

"That's a bit harsh Jazz quit it, he won what more do you want from him?" Emmett said virtually growling.

"I'm his manager, Emmett. I need to be known to be managing the best or else I will never get another player to sign with me."

"So, this is for selfish reasons?" I remarked with venom in my voice...who knew my brother could be such a dick?

"Alice may have planted the thought in my head a few days back and it's just sort of stuck there...Anyway back off Edward, I have a life to lead too you know."

"Yes, I know. Fine! Well, you have made a hell of a lot of money off of me, so be grateful for what you have before I sack your arrogant ass."

"You wouldn't dare?" Jasper asked startled.

"No...no I wouldn't." I backed down, I didn't need this.

Heading back to the hotel in the car was a little awkward, the three of us were silent, the tension was looming in the air and I just needed to be alone.

Walking into the room was no better, everyone just headed off into their rooms. As I lay on the bed the hotel phone rang and I answered immediately, "hello is there anyone there?"

"Hi yes, this is Edward Cullen."

"Oh! Sorry, I was ringing reception I'm so sorry, this...sorry, it's Bella Swan."

"Oh, hi." I replied like a fucking idiot.

"Well-done with the match today, you did great." Bella chimed

"That's a bit of an overstatement, but thank you." I laughed out.

"No, it's not. You beat that Newton boy easily." Bella lied.

"It was not that easy, trust me," I laughed down the line. "This getting older malarky is not as fun as it should be you know."

"You're not old. You're just too tense, Edward. You need to relax a little, you will find the game so much more enjoyable if you do."

"Is that an offer?" I asked, nearly vomiting in the process...What the hell had I just said to Bella Swan?

Bella just laughed down the phone.

"Not exactly Edward, but I am heading downstairs again tonight. We could meet for coffee?"

"Yes," I replied a little eagerly.

"About ten? I'll meet you in the elevator." Bella laughed. "Goodbye Edward," she called and then hung up.

I sat there startled.

Dumbfounded.

And then...fucking hyper.

Number one champion in the world for the last five years, Bella Swan most recognisable face in the sports community in American, Bella Swan was meeting me for coffee...Cullen, things are definitely looking up!