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Here is your first look into Bella's mind picking up the morning after the night before.

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Chapter 2

BPOV

I woke up in an extraordinarily comfortable bed, my head pounding. How much alcohol had I drunk last night? Damn Alice and Rose for insisting we go out and celebrate my new job.

My eyes fluttered open and I squinted as I took in my surroundings. I was quite obviously not in my own room.

My mind raced as I tried to recall what had happened the night before.

Alice, Rose and I were out at a fairly exclusive club near the strip, and quite early we had met three extraordinarily good looking guys – seriously that amount of hotness in a guy should be illegal. We had all had drinks together, though for all intents and purposes we might as well have been coupled off given how much attention they paid to their respective guys, although truth be told I wasn't much better given how wrapped up in...well his name isn't that important, let's just settle for calling him what he is a Greek God. My best friends soon disappeared off elsewhere and left me with him, not that I was complaining. I remembered we made our way back to the hotel, and had a few drinks in the hotel bar and that's where my memory went a bit fuzzy.

How did I get from the hotel bar to a strange room?

Suddenly an arm appeared over my body and I froze. I became hyper aware that I was completely naked.

Oh shit!

I didn't!

I wouldn't!

Oh my gosh I did!

I slid carefully out from underneath this man's arm, and gently placed a pillow where my body had been. The man in question was led on his stomach, snoring quietly, his mop of bronze hair messed up to perfection, and the arm that now rested across the pillow was clearly the product of many hours at the gym, no man could be that toned without working out.

I scurried around as quietly and carefully as I could, gathering up my clothes. We must have really been in a hurry last night. My gorgeous blue halter neck dress had been carelessly flung and rested over a lamp in the far corner of the room. As I shimmied back into it, I noticed that it had a rip right through the strap, and sighed heavily as I realised that Alice was going to kill me when she found out. I searched high and low for my underwear and eventually found them underneath the beige chair by the window. After searching in vain in the bedroom with no success, I finally found my killer stiletto heels in the living room area by the couch.

It took a while but I eventually found my way out of the maze of a room, carrying my shoes in my hand. There was no way I was going to torture myself by putting them on.

The door closed behind me with a loud bang, and I inwardly cringed hoping that it hadn't been so loud that it woke the sleeping man I had just left in the bedroom.

When I reached my hotel room, which was a surprisingly long walk from where I had spent the night, I called out for Alice and Rose several times and didn't get a reply. I was quite worried about, I mean sure they had done this on many occasions before but this time was different. We were in a strange city and they had gone off with guys that quite honestly neither of them knew all that well.

I sent both of the girls a quick text, letting them know I was back in our room and asking them to let me know that they were okay. Once that was done, I decided to hop in the shower and wash away the shame of last night, and if neither of them had text me back by the time I was out of the shower and dressed then I would start to get insanely worried.

I took a long leisurely shower, and scrubbed my skin intensely until it was bright red; I felt that if I scrubbed hard enough then last night would never have happened. I prayed and prayed that whoever that man was that he had at least had the common sense to wear protection. I mean I'm on the pill and everything, so I'm not worried about anything in that department, but it would be just my luck that if he hadn't I would have caught some god awful disease; with that thought I made a mental note to make an appointment to get tested when we got home later on tonight.

I must have been in the shower for at least half an hour when I clambered out and wrapped the towel around my body. I gathered up my clothes off the floor from last night and made my way into bedroom, flinging them carelessly into my suitcase.

I picked out a cute blue t-shirt and shorts combo to wear for the day, and then went to check my phone when I was dressed. Rose and Alice told me they were together and had pulled an all-nighter at a club with the two guys they met last night and they were on their way back to the room and should be back in about 10 minutes.

A loud KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK came at the door to our hotel room. I walked over to answer it and saw the gentleman at the door had the copy of the Chicago Reader that we had requested be delivered to our room today.

I took the newspaper and handed the youthful sandy haired gentleman a $5 bill as a tip, and the bastard had the nerve to huff and keep his hand held out. To be quite honest he should be grateful he even got a tip given the fact that the majority of my savings had been blown on this trip and I wouldn't be getting my first pay cheque from my new job for another month or so.

I muttered a quick "thanks" to the man at the door and then slammed it in his face. I decided that whilst I waited for Alice and Rose to get back, I would read up on the latest gossip in Chicago.

I unfolded the paper and there on the front page was the headline:

Cullen-Denali engagement CONFIRMED!

Underneath was a large photograph of a gorgeous blonde haired, blue eyed girl who was pretty much your stereotypical beauty. She was flashing a huge engagement ring at the camera, with a brilliant smile on her face. That photo didn't hold my attention for very long though, because a mop of hair in the smaller photo in the bottom right hand corner caught my eye.

I stared at the photograph for what felt like an eternity but could have just been 5 seconds. That hair, that face, that body; I recognised it all as a clearer picture of the beautiful man from last night entered my mind with a name – Edward. I smiled at the memory as I recalled the bliss he brought me and then I allowed the fury to overcome me.

He is engaged!

That talented specimen has a beautiful fiancée at home and he cheated on her, with plain little old me.

What kind of man does that?

And me? I was no better that he was. How could I have just assumed that someone like him was single? How could he be? I thought as I looked back at his picture feeling a slight twinge in my heart. Men that look like that are never single, at least not for long, or they are players. I just had to come across the one that was not only taken, but still thought he could sleep around like a player.

I felt disgusted with myself for what I had done. I especially felt awful for this man's fiancée who was blissfully unaware that the man she had just agreed to marry was nothing more than a dirty, cheating scumbag.

I crumpled up the paper in my hand and threw to one side, grabbed my bag and stormed out of my room determined to have a few words with this Edward Cullen about respecting women and the sanctity of engagement.

It took much longer than I anticipated, the better part of an hour in fact, to find my way back to the elevator I had taken to his room last night. An image flashed into my mind as I entered the elevator, I was pressed up against the wall, my legs wrapped around his waist and grinding myself against him, desperate to be closer to him. I shook my head and shuddered at the memory and refocused myself on the task.

As I turned towards the keypad on the wall, I hit the key for Edward's suite and then I was completely floored when it asked for a code. I banged the wall of the lift and swiftly exited the elevator and headed towards reception. Since I couldn't physically go up to the room, I would have to settle for trying to charm the young man currently at the desk into calling up to the room for me.

I pressed the bell on the desk to get the attention of the young man, whose name tag I noticed said Tyler.

"Excuse me Tyler," I spoke softly, putting my biggest and brightest smile on my face. "I was just wondering if you could call Mr Cullen for me, he's staying in the – Lago Suite, we're meant to be meeting for a late breakfast."

"One moment miss," Tyler responded brightly as he began to tap away on his keyboard to find the details for me. After a few moments Tyler looked at me with a sad smile on his face. "I'm sorry miss, it's seems Mr Cullen has already checked out. Are you sure you had plans for breakfast?" His tone when he said that sounded a little condescending as though I was making it up, I mean yes I was, but he didn't know that.

"Yes I'm sure, I guess he just forgot," I said with a sigh, before swiftly moving away from reception and making my way back up to my room where I was sure I would find a very rough Rose and Alice.

As I predicted Alice and Rose looked like death warmed up when I got back to the room, and looked as though they pass out from exhaustion at any moment, but the second they heard the door slam closed behind me and noticed I had come through it, it was as though they had just had a bucket of freezing cold water thrown over them, as they began to bombard me with questions about last night.

Let the Spanish Inquisition begin.

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