Previously . . .

I arrived at the conference room and sat down. Formalities were over and it was time to get down to business; another day in the life of Edward Cullen.

Through Your Window

By writingunderatree

Chapter 1

Breaking but Not Entering

"I put the straps between my teeth, and let me tell you, leather does NOT taste good"

Edward's Point of View

I pinched the bridge of my nose as I walked out of the conference room that night. I hated these meetings, yet they were what made the family company the successful one it is today. Although I'd been cooped up there all day, at least we got some work done. The plans for the European company were up and running and everything else here was going on smoothly. I think I'd have some time off in a few days; maybe I can work on a new composition on my piano or build another puzzle.

I walked to my car and drove home. I called Angela and had her have dinner ready, I missed dinner with Tanya but it was all for a good cause anyway.

I sighed, Tanya . . .

Honestly, I don't love Tanya; it was all an arranged marriage but what else is there for me to do? I'm a Cullen, and I run the company, it's only natural that I marry a Denali. I don't really see anything in her, honestly, she's dense and all about self image. I don't think she thinks of anyone but herself. I don't really know why I'm letting myself be tied to someone like her, I don't have an option, or I'm just not giving myself an option. I wouldn't know. She's overly clingy and just so . . . I don't know anymore. I don't see why I don't put myself on the edge of reason.

I sighed again. Oh well . . .

I get out of the car once I park in the driveway and enter the house. Angela's there, by the door to greet me. "Good evening Edward, rough day?"

"You have no idea. And I missed dinner with Tanya; she's going to throw a hissy fit."

"And knowing you, you won't care," she replied with a knowing smile.

"Duh," I replied, and I chuckled. I sat down at the dinner table as Angela brought the food to the table. It was lasagna, quick and easy to eat.

"Do you want to join me?" I asked her. She's not a maid to me; she's my friend, or someone I can vent about Tanya to. She dislikes her almost as much as I do, or probably more.

"No thanks, not tonight. I already ate" she said with a shrug as she just sat down across the table. "By the way, the new maid you're hiring arrived awhile ago. Want to meet her?"

"Sure"

"Jessica! Come here! Mr. Cullen wants to meet you!"

I watched a petite girl with curly, brown hair enter the room, she looked nice enough.

"Good evening Mr. Cullen! It's nice to meet you and to work for you. Thank you for giving me this opportunity." She said eagerly and . . . in a very hyper manner.

I raised my hand to silence her. "It's not a problem. I hope you feel comfortable with your job"

"Oh, of course sir!" She replied.

"I'll show you your room," Angela said, and with an apologetic smile, led her out of the room.

I sighed; I checked the wall clock and saw that it was almost 10:00. I went upstairs and put on my emerald silk pajamas. I know, they sound corny, and Tanya's always hated them, but I like them and they're comfortable. I walked to my work table in the adjoining room and stared at the puzzle before me. It was a puzzle of a waterfall, I loved building puzzles, and it was my hobby, other than the piano. But as I sat down and started building, I couldn't help but wonder if my life was like one big puzzle—always missing a piece.

Tanya's Point of View

I shook the keys in the damn keyhole as I opened the door to my apartment. I was furious, honestly. It was just like Edward to cancel dinner, but to have his secretary do it, now I just felt like some sort of client, not worthy of his time. I slammed my purse on the coffee table next to the door and made a move to turn on the lights when suddenly, I felt arms, snake their way around my waist, and before I could scream, my mouth was covered with. . . lips?

As I was being attacked by this unknown person, tremors shot through my body, I pushed him away but he was too strong but I tried to move myself towards the wall and I felt it desperately, looking for the damn light switch. I found it and clicked it on, and once the light flooded the room, I saw myself face-to-face with my attacker.

Rather, the blue eyes of my lover, James Davis.

I sighed in relief and I slapped his arm hard in annoyance.

"Ouch! What was that for, Babe?"

"For scaring the shit out of me! I thought you were some sort of rapist!"

He looked at me with a sly smile as he pulled me closer and whispered in my ear: "But if I were the one to do that to you, it wouldn't really be considered rape, now would it?"

I looked up at him through my hooded lids, desire already filling me. Edward could never make me feel like this. "No, it wouldn't," I replied, in a sultry voice that I knew would turn him on in seconds. I was right, when he kissed me passionately. He tried to push me back against the wall. Nu-uh-uh, it's MY turn now.

I pushed him harder so he fell against my wide circular couch; I straddled him as I started to unbutton his shirt.

I don't really dish much of the details, so I'll leave it to your imagination for now.

~*~*~

I sighed deeply before putting my glass of red wine to my lips as tightened my grip on James' bare chest, feeling his shapely muscles as he lay against my own, which was also bare.

"Hey, what's wrong?" He asked me as he looked up at me, concern in his eyes.

"I don't know! I don't know what's wrong! I don't know why I'm marrying Edward, I don't know why I'm pissed at Edward, other than the fact that I SHOULD be pissed at him. But I know I shouldn't be pissed at him because you're here . . . I'm just confused!"

"Shh," he told me, rubbing my arms gently. "It's okay, take it easy. I'm not pressuring you. You take your time with this, see if you can delay the wedding anymore. I know about your obligations and all, we've talked about it for ages and I understand. I just wished sometimes . . . that maybe . . . you didn't have to do them."

I was touched. That was the most touching thing he's said to me in ages, well other than the time he told me he loved me. "Thanks Baby," I replied as I kissed his lips softly.

"But honestly," he asked me. "Why are you marrying such a prude like him?"

"I don't know . . . I'm a Denali, he's a Cullen . . . it's only natural! But please . . . he's soooooo booooring. His hobbies, other than working of course, are building puzzles. And if he's not tinkering with those . . . things, he plays on his piano, which just bores me to death . . . "I easily replied. God, I think he loves that stupid piano of his more than he loves me . . .

~*~*~

Edward's Point of View

I put away the puzzle pieces and walked into my bedroom to turn in for the night. I checked my alarm clock, set at the same time, and I lay down as sleep claimed me.

Bella's Point of View

I ran as fast as I could . . . well, as fast as these stupid stilettos would let me. I saw a house on the end of the road. Whew . . . big house. It seemed dark. Time to go in.

I crept by the main gate and saw a guard house. I peeked in slowly; I looked at the two guards that were . . . playing poker? Okay . . .

I crept in and entered a random gate which led to the garden, and a swimming pool. Fancy . . . I saw a railing and a couple of platforms below each floor, perfect for my entrance. I removed my shoes and bit the straps with my teeth and let me tell you . . . leather doesn't taste good. I climbed up the slippery rails and tried my best to keep my balance as I crept up platform to platform until I reached a balcony with a door. Please let it be open . . . I prayed.

I turned the knob slowly and peered in through the thin, white curtains. And there I saw, lying on the bed on his back was an Adonis. A god with tousled bronze hair and looked absolutely like a figment of my imagination. Wait, even my imagination isn't that good.

I don't know what happened next, whether it was some sort of unknown force but I just felt myself going towards him. I removed my shoe straps from my mouth, before it hung open and the shoes fell which would just signal this god that I was there. Hey, that may not be such a bad idea.

It is a bad idea, and you know it.

Fine . . .

I walked to the other side of his bed, the empty side and I have no idea what came over me, but I climbed in and went under the covers. I wrapped my arms around his torso and cuddled myself to his side. He sure didn't seem to mind because the next thing I knew, his arms were around me too.

This is the best night's sleep I've ever had . . .

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