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I can honestly say I was overwhelmed with the reviews and alerts I got from you all. Thank you so so sooo much. I'm really glad you liked it and I hope you continue to like it. There were two questions I saw from you all a lot, so here's my answer to everyone.

1. Happily Ever After? I have no clue where this is going yet. I don't like happily ever afters but it is an option.

2. I don't have a set schedule as to when I'm going to update. If you are a reader from previous stories, you know I'm a dancer. To all of you who didn't know, WHAZZUP I'M A DANCER. It's Summer and school may be over but dance is just starting again. I go away for a week twice in the Summer but I'm hopefully going to be finished by the end of this Summer. Maybetwo chapters in a week?

Thanks to my wonderful betas.

Involves drinking, smoking, strip clubs, affairs, cheating, lemons, heavy stuff. Don't like it, don't read. Simple.

Enjoy.

Chapter 1

10 months earlier

EPOV

"What about this one?" Tanya, my fiancé of a year, asks me for what feels like the millionth time today.

I feel like Port Angeles' Finest Wedding Dresses has become my home for the day, except without a comfortable chair and TV. Tanya has been standing on a small stage surrounded by mirrors for hours. She has to have tried on more then two hundred dresses. We've been here since twelve and it's almost four.

I sigh and look up from my BlackBerry for once.

The only difference between this dress and the last one she had on is it's strapless with diamonds covering the torso; otherwise it looks the same as the others. The veil is different. It has a tiara connected to it and covers her shoulders unlike the other ones.

"It looks great, honey!" I say as enthusiastic as I can. It must not have worked because her face falls and her hands attach to her hips. "What?" I ask stupidly, looking at the ladies assisting us. They just laugh and shake their heads.

"Men," one of them says as they gather the other dresses and leave.

"Edward, are you even paying attention?" she asks. I shake my head, no, telling her the truth. She throws her hands down and groans, "Obviously. You've said that about all the others I tried on."

"Really?" I ask and she nods, hurt in her eyes. This is supposed to be her time; I overheard her talking to my mother, Esme, about how she's been dreaming of this since we first met three years ago. She wants the perfect dress, the perfect hair, the perfect cake, and the perfect food so she can overall have a perfect day. Is anything ever perfect though? No, but telling her that will only result in one of her bitch fits.

Tanya has always been like this, high maintenance and wanting everything to be perfect. She grew up in a mansion that looked over the city of Seattle. She went to a private school with stuck up rich people. Everything she owned was from a top designer and a thousand dollars wasn't a lot of money to her.

I blame her father.

She's a daddy's girl and he spoils her like she's the only child. I feel bad for her sisters, Kate and Irina, they don't get the attention Tanya gets from their father. He pays them and their children no mind. Tanya is the best daughter in the world in his eyes. He wants everything to be perfect for his "perfect daughter". His words. Not mine. I swear if I hadn't asked her to marry me under the moonlight with the biggest diamond engagement ring like she wanted, she would have said no. And if my father hadn't been number three in the nation for top surgeons of the world, our first date would have been a no go.

"I'm sorry love," I say ready to plead my case. "Isn't this something you're supposed to do with your mom, sisters or friends?"

"Not if I wanted to do it with you," she sighs looking the other way, hands still on her hips. Her leg bounces because she's annoyed with me. I can't help I'm a twenty six year old man who doesn't go shopping unless he needs boxers or socks. Plus I thought the groom wasn't supposed to see the wedding dress until the wedding day. Isn't it bad luck or something?

Tanya takes off the veil and steps down from the small stage. I stand up from my seat and meet her in the middle of the room. I wrap my arms around her waist and she wraps hers around my neck. I kiss her forehead softly before telling her how sorry I am for not paying attention. She forgives me and kisses my lips.

"You do look beautiful," I tell her. "It won't matter what dress you pick out."

She kisses my chin then my jaw line, making her way to my ear before she whispers, "Because either way you'll be taking it off."

My eyes close and a growl escapes from me as she continues to kiss my neck. She's testing my limits here and I'm not sure I can take it.

Before it can get too carried away, I reluctantly peel her hands off of me and hold them close to me. I kiss them then kiss her forehead and pull her in for a hug, "I love you."

"I love you, too." She whispers.

We stand there together, holding each other. Her hands run up and down my back as I sway us side to side. It reminds me of our second date. I took her to dinner and there was a live jazz band there. I asked her to dance; she declined not because she didn't like me but because she didn't have any rhythm. Ignoring her wishes to stay seated I pulled her to the dance floor. I pulled her feet on top of mine and swayed her side to side, like I am at this very moment.

"If you want to go you can. I told Rosalie to meet me here when she got done with her photo shoot. I'm sure she'll bring Emmett so he'll have something to do. You two can go get drinks at one of the bars."Just as she says that the bell on the front door rings from someone opening it. "There they are."

They aren't a hard couple to miss. Emmett is huge, muscle wise, and tall. His fitted black shirt looks like it could rip at any time. Rosalie stands next to him, holding his hand, symbolizing that he is hers and no one else's to look at or touch. Her black rimmed sunglasses take up half her face and her black Sunday church hat isn't too small either. They're both wearing red. Emmett wears a red v-neck, a black leather jacket, jeans and red Nikes. Rosalie is wearing a red dress that compliments her perfect figure and flawless, pale skin. Her black stilettos make her slightly taller than Emmett.

Rose takes her hat off releasing her big, curled, blond hair when Emmett lets go of her hand to puts his arms in the air.

"Big brother in the house!" he yells. Rosalie slaps his arms and tells him to quiet down. He tells her to live a little then kisses her nose. She rolls her eyes and laughs.

Rosalie and Emmett have been married to each other since Rosalie got out of high school. They first met when Rosalie was a freshmen and Emmett was a senior. They hit it off right away despite everyone's wishes for them to stay away from each other because of their age difference. It was only four years but I think they would have freaked out if she had been dating me even though she's only one year older.

All hell broke loose when Emmett chose to give up his full ride football scholarship to UCLA so he could stay close to Rose while she finished school. The entire town of Forks assumed she was pregnant and bashed her name for his choices.

Truth was Emmett didn't like football. He was just good at it. He always had a dream to open his own auto shop. He was fine going to Seattle University and studying business and engineering. His dream and Rosalie was worth much more than a scholarship to UCLA.

They've proved everyone wrong. They're stronger than most of the couples that have been married for twenty years. They balance each other out. Rosalie needs someone to handle her controlling, bitchy, narcissistic attitude and Emmett needs someone to handle his childish, immature days.

"Hello Rosalie," I say as they walk towards me. We embrace and she moves to Tanya. They tell each other how great the other looks.

"Dude, you owe me big time!" Emmett exclaims after we do our boyish hand shake and hug.

"Don't I always?" He shrugs and nods his head. I roll my eyes, "What for now?"

"Brother," Emmett says throwing his arm over my shoulder and I suddenly wish I hadn't asked. "Rosalie and I, we were about to get it on! I'm talking dick out and everything!" he says too loudly earning a glare from his wife. He blows her a kiss, "Sorry baby, it's on when we get home though."

She winks at him and I almost gag.

"Come on," I say pulling him out of the door. "Let's go to the bar, I'll buy us drinks."

"I know the perfect place!" He yells and runs away from me.

I blow a kiss to Tanya who returns the same and follow him to his black Chevy Escalade.

…

"What is this place, Em?" I ask when he pulls up to a building with the title The Treasure Chest: Gentleman's Club.

"A strip club, what does it look like?" He turns off the car and gets out.

"A strip club,'' I answer dumbfounded. "Why are we here?"

"To get drinks, dumbass, what else would we be here for?"

"A lap dance."

"Smartass, we're here to get drinks. That's it. Then we'll leave. The stripping and lap dances don't start until eight. It's almost five, we have some time. Loosen up and have some fun. I won't let you get into trouble," he says with a sly smirk and I can't help but to not trust him.

Once we're inside, we seat ourselves. The room is dim and the only thing illuminating it is the stage shaped like a T. On each leg of the stage there are three silver poles for the strippers to dance. The surrounding light take turns pulsating different colors in time with the music.

There are men already seated with drinks, drunk already. Women, strippers I assume due to their lack of clothing, sit and flirt with them.

I feel uncomfortable.

"Damn, Eddie, relax a little bit." Emmett puts his hand on my shoulder and shakes me. It doesn't help. "Don't be such a mama's boy."

I flick him off, "I'm relaxed."

"Speaking of mama's boy," I watch as his face changes to serious. "How are Esme and Carlisle?"

Esme and Carlisle Cullen, our adoptive parents, are two people who didn't agree with the marriage of Emmett and Rosalie. Their four year age difference wasn't okay with them either. Like everyone else in Forks, Carlisle damned their relationship to hell when Emmett didn't choose the scholarship. He called Rosalie every name but her own. Of course Emmett defended her and the intense fight forever changed our family.

We haven't had a real family holiday since Emmett went away to college. They moved to Seattle after I graduated and I liked living in a small town as does Tanya. We barely go home and mostly communicate by phone calls and emails. Carlisle didn't even go to the wedding and Esme was forced to walk down the aisle with me.

My heart goes out to Esme. She miscarried four times before deciding to adopt Emmett and me. All she ever wanted was a good, healthy, happy family and when she got that her husband shunned one of them away. Emmett was and still is a disappointment to him and I'm more than sure if I hadn't followed his footsteps in the medical field, I would be one, too.

"She's okay, she misses us," I tell him honestly.

I talked to her last week and I could hear the sadness in her voice when she asked about him.

"You should call her."

"Maybe," he shrugs, not wanting to talk about it anymore. I let it go.

"Hey, look who it is!" A girl, who looks too young to be working here, comes up to mine and Emmett's table.

She is short, even with her black and red stilettos. She's wearing a black corset with black leggings. Her hair is a dark brown and short, it's gelled so it sticks up like a Mohawk. Her grey eyes are painted with black eyeliner, mascara and eye shadow bringing them out. She has a nose ring and an eyebrow ring. If her smile didn't remind me of my five year old cousin, I'd think she's pretty badass.

"Alice!" Emmett says throwing his hands up then pulls her into a hug. She giggles and sits down next to him. "How are you doing today?"

"Tired," she tells him. "How about you? How's Rosalie?"

"We're both doing very good, thank you for asking."

"Good," she says then turns attention towards me. "And who's this?"

"Oh, this is my brother Edward. Edward this is Alice, she works here." He smiles, proud of his introduction.

"Really, I couldn't tell," I say sarcastically then extend my hand, "Nice to meet you Alice."

"Such manners you Cullen boys have." She takes my hand with an impressed smile. "You don't see much of those around here. What can I get you two boys?"

"Two beers please," I answer.

"Okay, I'll be right back."

We watch as she walks back to the bar then disappears into another room. Emmett turns around, shaking his head and smiles, "She's got a nice ass don't you think?"

"How old is she?" I ignore his question.

"Just turned twenty-two last week. Her boyfriend, Jasper, owns this place."

"And he lets her work here?" I say gesturing to where she walked off.

He nods, "Jasper is very protective of Alice. Last time I was here some guy grabbed her hips when she gave him a lap dance and Jasper went crazy. He sent the guy to the hospital with three broken ribs, a broken nose and a busted lip. Police threatened to shut down the place if it happened again."

"Why let her continue to work here then?"

He sighs, "So many questions. Ali brings in the money. You saw her, she's fucking hot."

I nod in agreement but say nothing because Alice is coming back with two beers in her hand and another girl following behind her.

This girl also looks young. She's barefoot but still taller than Alice. Her outfit is much like Alice's except the corset cuts off at her ribs and instead of capris she's wearing a black lace mini skirt. Her hair is light brown with blond streaks in it. It's been straightened and put back with a headband showing off her dangling silver earrings. They match her dangling belly button ring. Her makeup is dark like Alice's, too. It brings out her chocolate brown eyes.

"Here's your drinks, boys," she says setting them down. I immediately take mine and drink, "And this is one of our new dancers, Isabella."

"Nice to meet you Isabella," Emmett offers his hand out to her.

She takes it with a smile, "Call me Bella." She winks then turns to me, "And you are?"

I take the bottle away from my mouth, "Edward."

"Nice to meet you Edward." She extends her hand. I take it but pull away when our hands touch. I swear there was a spark and by the looks of it she felt it, too.

"Same to you," is all I can say.

I keep my eyes focused on the table as everyone has their conversation. I only join in every so often, nodding and laughing at the right times. The girls have taken a seat, Alice next to Emmett and Bella next to me. I try and keep our distance, but every so often our knees touch.

"Well we should get going; we have a lot to do before we perform tonight," Alice says standing up and fixing her skirt. Bella does the same, lightly brushing my hand in the process.

Alice picks up our bottles in one hand with the other on her hip, "You two better be staying for the show."

Emmett shakes his head, "Nah, we have to get back to our ladies."

"You guys are married?" Bella asks shocked. Her eyes are wide and apologetic for what she just did.

"Just him." I point to Emmett, hoping to make her feel slightly better.

"And you're engaged or did you forget?" Emmett says with a chuckle then takes a sip of his beer. "But don't you worry, our ladies would be cool if we wanted to stay, but I got some business to take care of. If you know what I mean."

The girls giggle when Emmett wiggles is eyebrows hoping they catch on. I can feel Isabella's eyes on me. My eyes stay locked on the table until they leave.

"Maybe we should totally stay for their show, Alice is great and since she taught Bella everything she could know I'm sure she's good. She says she's flexible."

"Eh, I don't think so, not tonight." I say hoping he'll just say okay and let it go. He doesn't.

"What about for your bachelor party then?"

"Why not get a stripper of your own? Oh right because Rosalie would kill you just like Tanya would kill me if I ordered strippers for my bachelor party."

If there's anyone more protective of us than our mother, it's our girls. Well, Rosalie really takes over for Tanya. She's number one on the list of girls to not fuck with unless you want your ass beat.

"Actually, Rosalie is the one who took me here. She knows Jasper from somewhere." This surprises me. "Yeah my girl's amazing, loves cars and loves getting lap dances from other girls."

I roll my eyes, "Let's go."

"Man, Bella wants your dick." He grabs my wrist stopping me.

Even though she basically just sent me all the signs that she does, I shake my head in disbelief, "I have to disagree with you there, bud."

"Well I agree with myself. She wants your dick. Did you not see the way she was looking at you?"

"Apparently not." I pull him up before he can continue. He says nothing of it the rest of the way home.

…

"Tanya?" I call when I step through the front door.

"In the kitchen," she yells back. "How was the rest of your day with Emmett?"

"Pretty good."

She's in the silk, pink robe I bought her for Valentine's Day last year and socks. Her strawberry blond hair is wet and put up in a messy bun. She turns around showing she's not wearing makeup or anything underneath the robe.

"How was dress shopping?" I ask trying to keep my eyes up and not on her hard nipples poking through the robe.

She grimaces, "I couldn't decide, none of the dresses were perfect."
My nose flares at the use of her new favorite word. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her, "Beauty is in the imperfections," I say kissing her temple.

"Yeah," she says with a sigh, "but I don't want imperfect. I want perfect."

"You have me and I'm not perfect," I pull away and look deep into her hazel eyes.

"You're perfect to me." She stands up on the tips of her toes to kiss me.

I slip my tongue in her mouth and we let each other fight for dominance. I pick her up and set her on the counter. I stand between her legs and she wraps them around me. I pull the robe down her shoulders and kiss her neck. A soft moan escapes from her and her fingers lace in my hair.

"Fuck," I say when my phone rings.

"Ignore it," she pleads, pulling me closer and tighter to her.

It stops ringing as I move to her collarbone but starts ringing again two seconds later.

I groan, knowing that I must answer it. I kiss her lips, silently apologizing and answer.

"Doctor Cullen speaking."

"Hey Edward," my co-worker, Jane, says, "People decided tonight was the best night to get hurt and really sick so the ER needs you. Can you come in?"

I look at Tanya who is shaking her head and mouthing the words, "No".

I take a deep breath and close my eyes before speaking again, "Yeah I'll come in."

Tanya's rolls her eyes as she looks the other way. She pulls her robe back up on her shoulders while shaking her head in annoyance. She gets down from the counter and pushes past me.

"Wait, babe," I call after her. She's already half way up the stairs when I reach her.

"No, it's okay, go to work," she tells me, though I know not to believe her when she says something is okay. If I did, I would only make it worse for myself when we have our next fight.

She tries to shut our door in my face, but I stop it before she can. "I'll be home in the morning; I might even get off early," I tell her as she crawls in our king sized bed.

It's no use trying to explain to how overreacting isn't going to make me stay home. I have a job and whether she likes it's or not, I'm committed to saving people's lives. So instead of pleading with her to forgive me, I let it rest, take a shower and leave after giving her a kiss on her cheek.

Tanya's bitch fit #1, more of that coming.

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