BPOV I could not believe that man, hiding behind his lawyers. Who the hell does he think he is? How dare he come here and ask me to sell my house. If I sold it, what would those who I help and give shelter to do? My house was open to those in need. I had grown up comfortably, I wasn't rich but the bills were paid and my parents taught me that you should always help those in need. I helped in soup kitchens, read at shelters and volunteered at the children's hospital. I did what I could for those less fortunate. I opened up my home and paid for them to stay as long as they wanted. Most people would ask how a young woman like me was able to afford this. I was lucky enough to have a book of mine published in my young life and not to pat my own back but it is currently sitting in second place on the New York Times best sellers list, so I was rolling in money, but if you saw me you wouldn't be able to tell as I lived a simple life. My house had 15 bedrooms and the only big expense that I had was the cook that I hired to feed the whole house. I had heard that this Mr. Edward Masen was pestering everyone on the block and that most of the people he had spoken to had sold their homes to him except Carlisle's, Jasper's, Emmett's and of course my house. except Carlisle, Jasper, Emmett and of course me. I had spoken to Carlisle, Jasper and Emmett and none of them wanted to sell, and I for one was determined not to sell. Mr. Masen was not buying my home. He wouldn't explain really what he wanted them for, just that he saw a great opportunity for the land here and was willing to buy my home and that it would be a great financial gain for me. Mr. Masen needs to do his research. If he had, he would have known that me and the other three men don't want or need his hush money. As I mentioned, I'm a bestselling author, Emmett McCarty and his wife Rosalie own a lucrative business restoring and rebuilding antique cars. Jasper Whitlock was a successful lawyer and his wife Alice, who was also my best friend, ran a highly successful business designing vintage clothes. Her website was top rated and her designs were known all over the world. Carlisle Cullen was a brilliant Neurosurgeon and his wife Esme was a hell of a baker. Why would they want to sell when they had money, especially when Mr. Masen was offering so low. Why would anyone sell below what they paid? He must really think we're idiots. I however, know how to do my research. Mr. Masen was famous for his Twilight Malls that covered most of the United States and now he had his sights set on Seattle. Mr. Rich and greedy ass pretty boy was gonna learn the hard way that you can't always get what you want. During the next week I got a phone call from Mr. Masen's lawyers. Every day it was the same thing; they were asking me to sell my house but there was no way I was going to sell my house I loved it. I was extremely aggravated and I wasn't one to drink, and it was raining too much to go for a run outside, so I went to the gym and started walking on a treadmill. I didn't come here a lot but I did know that the same people worked out here every day. None of them held my attention but I noticed there was a very fit good looking man in his late 20's working out on the rower. Damn he was good looking and I could feel myself break into a sweat as I watched the muscles in his arms flex with every pull of the handle. I could just imaging what the arms would feel like wrapped around me and I resisted the urge to fan myself. I watched coyly as he gave up on the rower and moved to the treadmill next to mine. I watched him run out of the corner of my eye and moaned when he took off his wife beater and slowed his machine down and introduced himself to me. "Hello I'm Edward," he said. Ha, interesting he only gave his first name, so that set alarm bells off in my head so I gave my full Christian name to him, not the one I prefer. "Hi I'm Isabella." I told him looking down. "Nice to meet you Isabella. Are you from around here?" He asked and I almost fell off the treadmill when he smiled. "Umm, yeah I grew up here." I stammered and he smirked, smug bastard. "I'm from the area as well but I haven't been here in quite some time. I honestly can't remember it being so wet and rainy here." He said. Wet? If you want to talk about wet he needs to check my panties as watching Edward workout on both the treadmill and rower had made my motor run like no other man ever had before and that includes movie and rock stars. His chest was incredible, he wasn't all abs and muscle but his abs were defined and I could see his hip bones peeking out over his shorts with just the hint of a happy trail and the famous v that all toned men had. My mouth went dry at the thoughts I had of just what lay at the end of that trail. I could just imagine how big he was, I saw his hands and feet and those fingers; my God! I was day dreaming about those fingers on my skin when I realized that he was talking to me. "I'm sorry what?" I asked, feeling my face flame and I saw him raise his eyebrow and his smirk got a little bigger. See, smug bastard. "I asked what you did for a living." He chuckled and I fought the urge to roll my eyes and flip him off for interrupting my sexy daydreams. Wait! He was still talking to me so maybe I could make said daydreams into reality. But I really didn't want to tell him too much about myself at least not here. A girl has to have some mystery right? Right! "I'm an entrepreneur." I told him vaguely and he nodded for me to continue but I left it at that. He may have been hot as hell and I may want to mount him like a horse but there was no way I was telling him what I did or how I helped those less fortunate. Not yet! There was something about him that had my mind screaming for me to keep quiet. "Hmm, a guessing game is it?" He chuckled and I just kept walking as I waited to see what he would do. "Well, Isabella I guess I'll just have to figure it out." He said and I rose an eyebrow in invitation. The rest of my workout was silent but I could feel him looking at me, eye fucking was more like it and I may have shook my ass a little as I walked just to hear him suck in a sharp breath and I swore I heard him snarl when one of locals came over to talk to me. I declined the man's offer to join him for a smoothie and I think Edward seemed relieved. I had been walking for about an hour and decided it was time to shower and then head home. I always liked to be there for the dinner rush to help out my chef. He was a brilliant cook and was more than capable of serving everyone but I liked to help out and bake a dessert. I had decided that since I was making my famous apple pie tonight that I should get home and prepare it so it was ready. I showered, dried my hair and made use of the little sun dress that was in my bag. I usually just changed into sweats and then went home but I had brought the sun dress with me just in case I had errands to run. I didn't but I was glad that I bought it now that I had met Edward. I left the changing area and walked out to the front desk to pay for next month's membership and my face fell when I didn't see Edward. Part of me was hoping that he stuck around and would ask for my number or at the very least say good bye but he was nowhere to be seen. I paid for the membership and left the gym but as soon as I was outside someone grabbed me around the waist and pulled me to them. I wanted to scream but then I heard his voice. His sweet breath caressed my ear as he said softly, "I'm very good at games Isabella, I always win and I will win at this one, you can bet on that." His hands left my body and I felt cold and so turned on that I was panting. How the hell did he do that? I turned around as quickly as I could without falling down and saw that he was nowhere to be seen. Well damn! I left I left the gym to head home. I walked away from the gym but I stopped when a damn crow flew by me out of freakin nowhere and my jaw dropped as I saw 'Mr. Oh so fucking sexy' lying on his back on a weight bench doing impressive barbell bench presses as the bench was right in front of the windows I was able to work out that the end weights were the 100 pound weights, so that means he was lifting more than what I weighed. The way his triceps, biceps and pecs were moving made me need to get home to change my panties as seeing him raise the bar over and over had made me dripping cum. If I thought him running, rowing and walking was sexy, it was nothing compared to how he looked doing barbell presses. I walked to my car which was a '69 yellow with black striped Camaro, I loved this car, it was my one and only thing I have ever done that could be called pure greed, but I was ok with that one greedy thing as every day I practice the virtue of charity. I walked into my house to find the ten kids that were residing in my house sitting in front of the TV. "Hi kids would you like to make cookies with me?" I asked them. "Choco chip please Miss Belwa." Susan asked me walking over to me. Susan was a little angel she had stunning cobalt blue eyes and beautiful black hair. She was the youngest that was living at my house the kids ranged in ages from 3 to 15. I loved cooking with them, sometimes I would cook with them all, sometimes I only cooked with the six girls and we would gossip about everything under the sun. The seven families were very grateful and they would help around the house as much as possible, the moms would clean their rooms and the communal rooms, where the dads if they were around they did the handyman jobs that needed to be done every now and then. I walked into the kitchen and flew around collecting the things that we would need for baking cookies. I placed a bowl in front of each kid and then got them mixing the cookies, once they were ready we placed them on trays and into the ovens. 20 minutes later we were all munching on chocolate chip cookies. My doorbell rang two hours later. I went to open the door then I quickly shut it as I saw who was on the other side. Fuck it was Edward, how did he find me? I reopened the door and watched as he put a hand on the door stopping me from shutting it again. "Hello Bella." He said smiling at me. WHAT did he fucking call me? "How DARE you call me that DO NOT CALL ME THAT you have no right to call me that!" I told him with rage present in my voice. "I am sorry Isabella please forgive me. I won't call you that name until you give me the honor and privilege of using it." He told me looking down and he was adorably scuffing the toe of his shoe. "Ok I will let you off this one time. Come in and meet my family." I said standing back to give him room to walk past. This man could make me walk through the fires of hell I was sure of it, but if I had to go down in flames then by God I was gonna have fun doing it. As long as he didn't interfere with the people I was trying to help then we would be fine. "So you live here with your parents?" He asked and I was confused for a second when I realized I hadn't told him what I did. My parents still lived in my home town but I considered the people I helped, the families that lived here my family as well "No, they live in my home town of Forks. I live with some people here who I consider my family. How about a tour?" I suggested wanting him to know me without giving away too much "That sounds great." He said as he took my hand lacing our fingers and I led him through the foyer into the living room and I was happy to see that the boys had cleaned up their toys from earlier. I didn't care about toys on the floor but I did expect them to clean up after themselves. I saw Edward glance around and his face scrunched up a little as he looked at the walls and furniture. It was pretty standard I thought. Okay so it was completely unconventional by most standards. I didn't hire a designer or decorator, though Esme and Alice wanted to help, I did it all on my own. The ceiling was white and I had a huge chandelier made out of iron that held lanterns made by the kids in it. The walls were painted burnt orange with black metal ornaments that hung from hooks and my couches were black. I had no idea what they were made out of but they were soft and cushiony and I bounced a little when I sat in them. I just knew the kids would love 'em. There were two of these couches, plus a sectional and two recliners, it may have been a bit much but I needed somewhere for everyone to sit and I liked the variety. I didn't have any big tables as the kids loved to run around and I didn't want anyone to get hurt. I had little tables installed in to the sides of the couches. "Something wrong?" I asked somewhat confused at his expression. "No nothing, just not what I expected." He said holding his hand out for me to take, which I did. "I suppose but variety is the spice of life right?" I said and gave his hand a squeeze and I was thrilled to see him smile. "Very true Isabella, I can't say I've ever seen orange walls before." He chuckled as he looked around and I agreed, but I loved the color. "Yeah I know but they remind me of pumpkins and Halloween which is my favorite holiday and pumpkin pie is one of my favorite desserts and I make a mean pumpkin pie and other flavors." I explained with a giggle. "Mmm, well maybe you would do me the honor of making me one of your delicious pies." He said softly and I gulped a little but decided that maybe it was time to put this game into action. "Are you saying that you want a piece of my pie?" I asked coyly. "I would love to taste a piece of you pie, anytime." He growled, and my stomach clenched, my pussy started to drip. Holy hell that was hot. I tried not to let what he said affect me too much as I led him from the living room to the dining room that was still being cleaned up, I knew my cook; he was having a coffee and then he would clean off the table and put the leftovers away. It was a huge room, almost as big as the living room with a hanging chandelier which I had designed from yellow stained glass so it would reflect the sunlight in the summer giving the room a soft glow in the evenings. It still lit up when I turned the switch on but in the summer we all liked to sit here and just talk and relax. "You have a big family." He said and I nodded, still not ready to tell him what I did. "Yeah, I have a lot of people here and I needed a big table for us to eat to. We all like to eat together and I don't believe in this adult and kiddie table nonsense. Kids are family too and I guess I like the idea of a big table. The bigger the better." I stated. "Mmm, indeed." He purred as he walked around my table as he walked past me he grazed his fingers up my back. I wondered if he was cringing at the fact that it was still full of food and dirty dishes. Most people brought their plates to the sink but some left them there for cook to take care of. I watched as he ran his hands along the table and I felt my face flame as caressed the wood like it was his lover. All I could think about was having his hands on me. I wanted him to bend me over the table and hear it squeak as we moved it across the floor. I wanted to be seated on it while he lapped and nipped at my pussy. Hell I wanted whatever he would give me at this point. I was aching for him, aching for a man I hardly knew but yet I wanted to. I wanted to know everything about him and I wanted him to know everything about me. Almost as if he could read my mind and its dirty thoughts, he turned my way and winked and I pressed my thighs together as I saw him lick his lips. Was he thinking the same thing I was? Good God! I had no idea what to do with that. I would have to kick everyone out of the house for a weekend because an hour would not be enough. Maybe I could send them all to Disney World for a weekend. I decided it was best to keep going before I lost control and jumped him here in the living room and make my fantasy come true. I didn't bother to show him my impressive kitchen because I knew my cook would be busy and hated to have to stop once he got started, and he would be mortified if I brought a stranger in and it wasn't clean. I showed him the game room downstairs and my theatre and I chuckled as his eyes lit up at the gaming system and I couldn't help but tease him as I picked up one the pool sticks the kids left out and put it back and I may have given the stick a stroke or two and rolled two of the balls in my hand as I cleaned it up a little. He gulped and I was mesmerized as I watched his adam's apple bob with every gulp. I playfully told him that I was quite good with a stick and my eyes got wide when he came to stand in front of me. Ever so slowly he took the balls from my hand and gently took it into his and said. "I would love to see just how well you can handle my balls." He said which made me moan had stroked one of the pool sticks that was against the wall and my body shuddered as I noticed his hand was stroking an area that was dangerously close to his crotch. Good God Bella get your mind out the gutter and show the man around. We skipped the bathroom but I couldn't help but notice his smile as he saw my pool and Jacuzzi, apparently he was a huge fan of water and of course visions of him in shorts and a wet chest invaded my mind and I trembled as I watched him walk around my pool. We made our way upstairs and I showed him some of the rooms and mentioned the playground out back. At some point during the tour we had gotten closer. While he didn't hold my hand or I wasn't holding onto his arm, I did notice that his hand would be placed on my back as we walked into or left a room, and I couldn't help but notice how warm I felt when he was near or the energy that seemed to come with it. It was almost like I could see it in the room, it was strong and I had to keep myself from just getting down on my knees and beg him to take me. We walked back downstairs, I hadn't planned on showing him my room, it seemed too personal but before I knew it we were outside my bedroom door. "So umm yeah this is my room." I told him as he looked down at me. I opened it, feeling like I was going to pass out from the nerves. I have never let a man into my room, unless you count my dad or some of the men from the families I housed. It was usually my dad fixing something when he came, or one of the father's knocking on the door and then entering to ask me a question. But to have this man in here had my heart racing out of control and my breath short. My room wasn't much, just a king size bed, with lots of puffy pillows, a huge bookshelf and a table on each side of the bed with a big antique lamp. My bedroom walls were painted a soft yellow with white trim, again it was so I could read up here and relax in the summer evenings as the setting sun shone through the window and cast a soft glow. Edward glanced around the room but then the next thing I knew my door was shut and I was being guided backwards his body stayed and inch away from mine. The back of my legs hit the bed and then his hands were on my face and he said so softly "You are stunning Isabella, may I kiss you?" He didn't even have to ask, I would die if he didn't kiss me again. "Yes, please kiss me." I moaned as he claimed my mouth. His kisses were slow, tentative and I was quaking as I returned his kiss. I nipped his bottom lip, begging for entrance and held back another moan as he opened his mouth, granting me entrance. His hands were in my hair and mine were in his and I felt my thighs clench again as my underwear flooded. Damn I could get used to this. His kisses were addictive and deadly. We started to undress each other and I was panting as his hands caressed my flesh and I couldn't help but sigh in pleasure as we came back together in a deep consuming kiss and then I felt myself being lifted into the air and I locked my legs around his waist as then he placed me softly on my bed and I groaned as he crawled up my body. I was on fire as his hands removed my bra and one hand started to rub and massage both breasts and I almost screamed as his mouth covered the other one and his tongue suckled at my nipple. I thought I would die from his ministrations and I whimpered as he stopped and sat back, missing the feeling of him almost instantly but he got this wicked smirk on his beautiful face and I moaned again as he grazed his hands down my body and his fingers played with the waistband of my underwear and then slowly pulled them down and I was thankful that I had my kitty waxed just a few days ago. "Oh God Isabella that is the sexiest thing I have seen and that includes porn." He said as he placed biting kisses along my stomach and my legs clenched as I tried to pull him towards my heat. I needed something, anything to relieve the ache between my legs. He smirked one more time, the smug bastard, and then I watched as he spread my legs a little wider and I screamed as he licked, lapped and nipped at my swollen folds. His tongue flicked at my clit and I practically jackknifed off the bed as he placed two fingers inside me. My orgasams came fast and hard as I felt him between my legs. He got up from the bed and I saw him rummaging for something, and then I heard the familiar sound of what could only be him opening a condom. I knew he was basically a stranger and that I should be concerned but I needed to feel all of him, no barriers and I was on the shot so I knew I was covered I said, "Edward you don't need that. Please fuck me bare." I knew that it sounded almost like whining but I didn't care, I needed him so bad. He gave me that smug bastard smirk that I wanted to smack and kiss at the same time and then he agreed but asked me to give something up. What could he possibly want from me? "What do you want angel?" I asked still trying to catch my breath. "Let me call you Bella." He said softly as he slipped a finger inside me again. Of all the things he could have asked, he asks to call me Bella. It was so sweet and I almost cried at the sweetness of it. His finger was still moving inside me and I was so close again that all I could do is pant his name and tell him that he could call me Bella as long he fucked me. I wanted it hard and I wanted it fast. This man teased me at the gym and my impromptu tour just seemed like one big display of foreplay. I needed him and I needed him now. He didn't disappoint as he grabbed my hips and thrusted into my heat, his pelvic bone grazing my clit just right. "OH GOD!" I yelled. "Not God but close, it's Edward baby." He chuckled as he thrusted deeply, his thrusts getting harder and faster. I couldn't help the sounds I was making as his thick cock grazed my inner walls. I screamed his name as he pounded relentlessly inside me, his own movements becoming sporadic and broken. He roared my name and pulled out of me and I whimpered with the loss. I wanted nothing more than to sink into his arms and fall asleep. "Oh baby you are perfect." He told me as his kissed my eyes, cheeks, neck and I moaned as he kissed my lips and his tongue invaded my mouth and I felt my eyes well with the emotions running through me but I decided to dwell on it later, no need to ruin a perfectly good moment. After another few minutes of cuddling and kissing we broke apart. Edward got dressed and left the room while I tried to catch my breath. This man was quickly getting to me and it was somewhat frightening that I was feeling things already. I got up and got dressed and went in search of Edward and I found him kneeling on the floor in the hall. "What happened Edward? Why are you on the floor?" I asked as I knelt beside him. I was concerned about him, he was looking at me strangely. "I meet a little girl who was concerned about the noises I was encouraging from you. I told her that we were watching a scary movie so she is ok now." He explained and an idea of who it could be. "Did the girl have blue eyes and black hair?" I asked. He told me that she did and then he asked me what I did. Whoa! Was I ready to tell him that? Should I tell him that? I had shown him my home, my bedroom and I let him fuck me, what would me telling him what I did harm? "I open my home to those who have lost their own homes by no fault of their own. For example, I had ten families living here after Katrina." I explained and I watched horrified as his face paled. Did he hate what I did? Would this change things? "Bella, baby I have to make a phone call." He said as he kissed me quickly and left the room. I followed him of course thinking that something must be seriously wrong but what I heard made my blood run cold and my heart clenched. "Hi Jenks, I need you to give back every house that I have bought on that block in Seattle. Also I need you to stop pestering Isabella Swan, I don't want her house or any other." He said into the phone. "I don't care Jenks, I don't give a shit about the money just give them back!" He yelled and I knew. I didn't want to admit it but I knew. This was Edward Masen, the man who was wrecking everyone's lives. The man who expected all of us to just bend over and let him have our land. I couldn't help my gasp and I watched as Edward turned towards me; fear and sadness on his face but I didn't care. Did he know who I was all along? Was this all some sort of plot to get me to sell my home? "Are you Edward Masen?" I asked as my hands balled into fists and resisting the urge to knock him out. He admitted that he was and I wanted to strike him. Especially after he asked why, like it was no big deal, like I wouldn't care but I could see in his eyes he was scared and he was right; he should be. "GET OUT OF MY HOUSE EDWARD!" I screamed at him just wanting him out of my sight. "Why? What have I done or not done?" He asked. Was he kidding me with this? "You have been trying to buy my house and somehow you were able to convince my good friends to sell their houses. Look I don't care, GET OUT NOW!" I screamed again as I pointed to the door and my heart broke into a million pieces as he left with his head hanging down. I slammed the door behind him and watched through the porch window as he got in his car and drove away taking my heart with him. I shattered in front of that window as quietly as I could and then went back to my room to cry in peace. I stayed in my room crying and feeling sorry myself and wondering how I got myself into this mess. I feel so much for Edward and in such a short time. I think that... No, I know I love him. What am I going to do now? Edward was the man that was trying to destroy my life's work and I went and fell for him. What was I going to do? The kids kept knocking on my door, wanting me to come play but I just couldn't. God love Rebecca, she was one of the mothers here and sensing that I was too upset, she kept the kids away. This just made me feel worse because I loved spending time with the children. I had to get out of this funk, so the next day I walked down to the kitchen to get myself breakfast, then with my bowl of cereal and glass of orange juice I walked into the dining room and gasped as I saw a huge bouquet of purple flowers sitting on the table. I saw a card with my name on it, I took it out and opened it and it said. "Isabella, I am so sorry, please forgive me. I was selfish and greedy. I only cared about making money and would do it however I could. You have made me rethink my way of earning money. Isabella, you have made me want to be a better man." Huh, maybe he didn't know anything about the pain he was causing to the people who owned the houses that he was buying. Once I finished my food I just continued on with my life the way I was living it before, before I went to that gym and met him. He may have sent me some pretty flowers but it would take a lot more than that to change my mind. I was going on with my daily chores when Scott yelled that there were two huge boxes on the doorstep and that the delivery man needed someone to sign for them. I was also handed an envelope. I looked over them and saw that they were all from the same place. I looked in to the house and saw Luke and Jeremy walking down the stairs I called them over to take the boxes inside. I directed them to put them on the dining table. I opened the envelope first and found 15 gift certificates for an all day pamper package. There was also a note with them I quickly read it. "I am so sorry, please forgive me, your Edward." Huh, was this his way of buying his way in to my good books? Flowers, gift certificates and now this, if this was a ploy to get back in my good graces, then I will admit he's on the right track. I looked in the boxes and saw a huge collection of electronic devices. Wow! "Place them all on the table please." I spoke to the room and watched as Scott and Luke emptied the boxes and my jaw dropped as they laid out 20 iPads and Playstation Vitas along with 200 games and a ton of a iTune gift cards. "Ms. Bella, you didn't have to buy all this." I heard one of the mothers say while I stared in shock at the display before me. He had given these families, these strangers that much more. The kids could learn so much from the iPads and I knew a few of the mothers loved to read and would love to have books and movies of their own. They could have that with this stuff. Scott handed me a card and my hands shook as I opened the card. Again it was from Edward saying he was sorry and that he hoped the new electronics would help these families as much as I had. Next thing I knew I was flying out the door and in my car. I had no idea where to go, I only had an address; the man who had been hounding me about selling was Mr. Jenks, he had been the one Edward talked to on the phone and I had his card so I drove there hoping that he could help me find Edward. I wasn't sure what I was going to say but I had to find him, talk to him, anything. I drove along the street where his address was located when I saw a familiar mop of bronze hair and my tires screeched as I pulled over causing a number of horns to blare at me. I practically tore my door off when I got out of the car and went racing down the street trying to catch up to him. "EDWARD!" I screamed but got nothing save for a few heads to turn, so I screamed his name one more time adding Masen and I saw as he stopped in the middle of the street and slowly turned around where I stood waiting. "Isabella?" He asked as he came within five feet of me and I realized I hated the distance. I wanted the man who was at the gym, my house. I wanted the Edward that flirted with me and took me to new heights of pleasure. I wanted him. "Hey," is all I said, and I watched awestruck as he fell at my feet and his head hung down to his chest. "Oh Isabella, I'm so sorry. I know you must hate me and I don't blame you. I was a greedy son of a bitch and it's always been my dream to own a mall. Once I built my first one and saw how much I was making, I wanted more and I became obsessed with it. I didn't care what it would cost or who. But then I met you. At first I just wanted you as a fling maybe, but once I met you, talked to you and saw what kind of person you were, well it changed something inside of me. I'm not perfect and I'm not saying I can changed overnight but Isabella I want to be good for you and if I have to sell all my malls, give away my fortune and live on the streets to have you I will. Please Isabella, forgive me for my sins, my greed and my selfishness." He sobbed and I felt the tears flow down my face. "Bella." I said softly. "I'm sorry what?" He asked. "Please call me Bella." I told him and he jumped to his feet. "Really!" He gasped and I nodded and took his hand and I melted at the look on his face and the tears in his eyes. He grabbed me around the waist and hugged me close, as he just kept saying how sorry he was and I cried at the emotion in his voice. "Edward, I want this to work I really do, but I have few requests." I stated as I pulled away from his body. "Anything." He said. "Okay first, I want to go out on a proper date and no hanky panky. I'm really not that kind of girl. Second, if you truly want to help, may I suggest that instead of building a mall, you can help by building a new shelter. My house is great but it still doesn't have the room for all those that need help." I stated and was surprised when he said he would get Jenks right on it. He hugged me again and then he took my hand and said, "Bella, would you do me the honor of joining me for dinner tonight?" "Are you asking me out on a date Mr. Masen?" I said coyly. "Bella please use my real last name." He asked me smiling. "Sure I would be honored to use it what is it?" I questioned him. "My full name is Edward Anthony Masen Cullen." He said which made me gasp, was it possible, could Esme and Carlisle be his mom and dad. "Of course, are you saying yes beautiful?" He asked looking hopeful. I told him I would and he fist pumped the air. Fist pumped, the great and powerful Mr. Edward Cullen fist pumped the air. It was adorable and as I drove away I thought about my own life. I had always been charitable, I always found it better to give than to receive but I think my greatest charity would be helping Edward Cullen become a better man.