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I was delighted with the response from last chapter and just had to upload one more before I grow AWOL for the Christmas break. I'm glad you all enjoyed and I've gotten a few more chapter's written today so I'm consistent with this story at least.

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Chapter two.

Edward's POV

How did I end up in this mess? Not that fucked up things never happened each night for me anyway, but this was crossing the line. The clock on my phone struck five am and still, that dweeb of a doorman Ben still hadn't noticed the flaw in the dormitory elevator. Weren't there security alarms for when shit like this happened in universities? Or was that just me?

Bella still lay sleeping in my arms, head bent on my shoulder and I constantly wondered if that was hurting her. It didn't look like the best way to sleep. But then again, we never should have ended up stuck here in the first place. I was comfortable in saying I was glad she had me for company in this mess, considering if I had indeed left her at the door, she would have been stuck here alone. I was happy she had me, at least, through it. Not that I was a much better man to end up alone with.

Not that I'd ever hurt a woman physically- I did my fair share emotionally- but it still wasn't safe to be around me as an acquaintance. Just about anyone can end up killed in this business. But not me. As the heir to our Mafioso thrown, I would be king in a few short years. They call me the underboss, though in my head, I was already at the top. People respected me just as much as my father and although I wasn't making the most money in my family, I wasn't far off. We were kings amongst the city of Boston and nothing could take us from the top.

I was the notorious Edward Masen, feared amongst men and hated amongst police. No matter how hard they tried, they could never catch me out. The government and police officials didn't bother anymore in trying to reign my father, Carlisle Masen in because he was too powerful. And with me next in line to take control of the family business, I was the better target. If my life was compromised, then so would everything we worked so hard to build. We made an empire of our city.

So that's why I used my mother's maiden name, Cullen, when I met knew people. I didn't want the weight of what I was really about resting on my shoulders. I liked my privacy sometimes too.

At twenty-six years of age, I was making millions. Still not as wealthy as my father, but I would be soon. I didn't doubt my talents of becoming the greatest. My younger brother Emmett, twenty-five was lethal and ruthless. He took some reigning in when we handled the more violent side of our lifestyles and our cousin, Jasper was the peacekeeper. I knew once I became the boss, he'd be my right hand man; guiding me through every decision like he's done since I was thirteen. He was my age yet not eligible for the thrown. I knew if I ever fell as the boss, he'd be a perfect successor. Emmett was just too enraged sometimes.

I loved how I was brought up. I couldn't see myself doing a menial job and living a life where guns and drugs and large sums of money weren't involved. I accepted every part of me and my family, even the killing. Which was what I was supposed to be doing before this fucking elevator decided to kill my buzz.

I knew that if things had gone the way I had planned, I would have fucked Isabella by now. I knew the second I saw her walk into my club. She was mine for the taking and yet, here I was, holding her to sleep; my dick as dry as the desert. I grumbled to myself and checked my phone for the billionth time. 05:03. Seriously? And to top it off, still no service. I damned everything to hell because I knew my phone was being blown up by my brother and cousin. I could only imagine what was going through my mother's head when I didn't receive any calls or texts.

My father was probably making arrangements on who to replace his successor with.

I slammed my phone against the floor of the elevator, officially fed up and itching to get back to work when a ding noised sounded around the metal box and the lights on the walls came back to life. "Please tell me that's maintenance," I whispered to myself right as the speaker above the numbered buttons squeaked.

"Hello?"

"Finally!" I sighed, carefully extracting myself from Bella so that I didn't wake her. "Can you get us out of here now?" I spat into the speaker.

"Yes sir, we should be ready to move you in approximately four minutes," the man behind the speaker squawked.

I leaned against the doors, counting down the minutes until I'd receive signal on my phone. The elevator jolted again and I swore that would have woken Bella, but she didn't even flinch awake. She curled into herself and I couldn't help but smile at how adorable she looked.

Alright, Edward, enough with the soft shit…

I decided it be best if I had her ready for when the doors opened and as the elevator moved up towards the fifth floor, I came to a dilemma. I scooped Bella up into my arms easily, considering she literally weighed nothing and didn't forget to grab her shoes and purse along the way. She cuddled into my chest, murmuring unintelligible words and I laughed through my nose, finding her more amusing as the seconds went on.

The elevator stopped one last time and when the doors finally opened, I breathed in a deep breath, feeling like a caged animal the past two hours. I stepped into the hallway, deciding that I'd be taking the stairs once I went home. Rows upon rows of doors were before me and now it was only a matter of finding out which one was Bella's.

"Bella," I bent low and whispered into her ear. She shivered in her sleep and puckered her lips, making me smile again. Fucking adorable…

Jesus, I was being a little girl tonight. Since when did I say 'adorable'?

"Bella, what number is your room?" I whispered even closer. She sighed and stirred in my arms, her eyes all the while stayed shut.

"Eleven," she finally muttered and I kissed the side of her head in thanks before walking hastily towards her room. I stopped at eleven and awkwardly fished through her purse for her keys. It took much longer than I would have hoped and while I tried to stick the damn thing in the lock whilst trying to keep Bella steadily in my arms, my phone buzzed and dinged like crazy in my pocket.

"Fucking… damn it!" I hissed lowly, scared I'd wake Bella again and once the key was through, I flung the door open, not caring anymore at how loud it hit against the opposite wall and searched out Bella's bed. I didn't realise how fucking tiny these dorms were, considering I stayed in a penthouse a corner away from my university when I attended college. How on earth could Bella live here for four years?

I quickly located the bed and eased Bella onto it, wondering if it was acceptable to get her changed into something more comfortable. Surely that dress wasn't the most appropriate thing to wear to bed? Deciding to just fuck it, I dropped Bella's purse and shoes, trying my damn hardest not to grope her as I slid the dress over her ass and up over her breasts before it was finally free. Knowing that necrophilia wasn't on my list of things to do, I diverted my eyes and rooted through Bella's drawers to find some pyjamas. I settled for some cotton shorts and an oversized football jersey since they seemed easily enough to get onto a limp body.

And while I struggled to put one of her legs through her shorts, I knew I was damned wrong for thinking that.

"What the fuck, just go in!" I grumbled, fighting against Bella's dead fucking leg and with a harsh tug that I regretted, it was finally through the first hole. The second foot wasn't as hard but the challenge of not touching her delectable ass was a lot more difficult. After all of that, it was six o'clock and Bella was fully dressed again and under the covers, sleeping soundly. I already knew it was fucking impossible to even attempt removing her make up for her so I'd leave that until she woke up in a couple of hours. So with that challenge finished, I sat at her desk chair across the room and went through my messages and missed calls listings.

Emmett: you better be dead right now or otherwise I'd kill you myself

Emmett: where are you bro?

Jasper: no pussy is worth the action you're missing right now. Em is going IN on this dude! Hurry your ass up and get down here!

Mom: Edward darling? Call me or your father so I know your safe. Please!

Emmett: Dad's pissed. Hurry. The fuck. Up.

Mom: Edward, where are you? We're worried sick. I've been to your apartment and got no answer. Michael at the door said you hadn't been home yet.

Jasper: duuuude, we're outside the penthouse. C'mon!

Carlisle: on your way pick up some ethylene glycol. We're ending this bastard slowly.

You have seven missed calls (07).

God, my family were worriers. And I missed out on the big event: ethylene glycol. It would have been nice to see that fucker we had locked up for days now die a slow, painful death over the course of 72 hours. Fucker should know when money we owed out is due back. We took our money very seriously.

I sighed, feeling the weight of exhaustion come down on me but I'd be fucked for days if I went to sleep now. And I wasn't in the mood for driving all the way back downtown. I doubted my father waited for my delivery of the acid and found a supply elsewhere, so my job was done. I'd taken care of Bella too, so what was next?

"Coffee," I muttered into the darkened room. I remembered the Starbucks we passed right before we hit her part of campus, so I'd be less than twenty minutes. She got a lot more sleep than I did tonight so I had no problem waking her up for some drinks. It's the least I deserved since I didn't get into her pants.

I fixed my suit jacket and fetched her keys from the still opened door and left soundlessly, praying that dickhead at the front desk would let me back up. I promised to remember the gun I had stashed in my glove compartment in the car in case that kid needed some convincing. I quickly took the stairs down to the lobby and bypassed Ben completely, throwing a twenty-dollar note onto his desk.

"I'll be back in fifteen minutes," I snapped at him as I kept up my pace. "If I have any problem with getting back in here, you'll pay the price." Before he had a chance to reply, the double doors of the building slammed closed. I jumped into my car, quickly firing off a text to my mother to say that I was alive and sped off towards the coffee shop.

I barely made it out of the south campus before my phone was ringing. I gritted my teeth and pressed answer, keeping it on speaker because who knew what feds were out at this time? They'd do anything to lock me up. Talking on the phone while driving could put me away for life at this point.

"Hello?" I gritted out, scared of what was to come.

"Edward Anthony Masen!" The voice of my mother Esme bellowed through the phone. "How dare you keep me waiting this long! Do you have any idea how worried I've been?"

"Sorry, Ma," I sighed, suddenly ashamed even though I had good reason to be AWOL tonight- or this morning. "I was"-

"Don't talk back!" Ma roared. "Where were you?"

"Something happened"-

"I haven't slept yet, Edward! Your father couldn't give two shits but he's pissed you missed tonight. You knew how important it was to him!"

"I know and I"-

"Why didn't you call?"

"Jesus, Esme, let him speak!" I heard my father in the background and I snickered to myself.

"I'm sorry, Ma," I started, waiting for her to cut me off again, but I was safe for now. "I was literally on my way to meet dad and I ended up stuck in a fucking elevator. There was no service to call inside and I literally got out ten minutes ago," I lied smoothly. "I'm only getting out of the building now."

"The elevator was working fine for me when I went to check on you," Mom said quizzically. I shut my eyes, not scared that I'd crash. The roads were empty. "What time did you get stuck?"

"I left the club around two am, Ma," I told her, hoping to divert her questioning.

"And I didn't check your apartment until after the boys went to wait outside for you," Mom corrected me. "So how could you possibly get stuck?"

"I wasn't in my building, Ma," I admitted slowly.

"Oh," Mom sighed. "Then where? - Oh!" I cringed.

"You missed a job for some pussy, Edward?" Carlisle growled down the phone. "I know Emmett brought home that girl from the club. He left her sleeping at his place while we went to finish the job you suggested for me. Your brother said he left you with a small brunette."

"Does anything stay secret in this family? No, dad," I groaned. "Jesus, I was just held up somewhere alright? I just so happened to get in an elevator and it got stuck! Can you get off my back now?"

"Don't talk to me in that tone," dad got on the phone. "Where are you now?"

"Getting coffee."

"Won't you sleep first?"

"No," I shook my head, though he couldn't see. "I don't want to miss out on anything else."

"Very well," dad sounded pleased. "Come by my office later on in the evening. I have a job for you and your brother. Make sure it's late because your mother needs to catch up on the sleep she missed because of you."

"Are you only getting back from the job now?" I wondered, parking outside the freshly opened Starbucks.

"Yep. It was a long and satisfying night."

He had to rub it in, didn't he?

"I'll see you later son."

"Bye dad." I hung up the phone and got out of the car, checking my surroundings out of habit and headed inside. I didn't know what Bella liked, considering I knew her short of four hours so I just kept it simple. There was a bakery next door that I steered clear of and just decided to order some breakfast right to Bella's dorm. I wasn't settling for on/off campus food. That was a big step from coffee.

After taking a large gulp from my own cup, I headed back towards Bella as the sun broke out of the clouds. It was mid-October, so the mornings would be getting darker as the winter set in and I couldn't wait. I hated how bright it got during the summer. It always ended up waking me from my much needed sleep.

I parked in the same spot as I had once before and didn't forget to take my gold braced gun into the back of my trousers. Happy with my order of breakfast and hot coffee, I stepped into the crisp air and back into Bella's dorm. Ben was nowhere to be seen at the front desk, thankfully so I could bypass signing in again but as I went for the stairwells, a voice behind me stopped me.

"Hey, you need to sign in!" The nasal voice of fucking Ben.

"You saw me enter and leave this place ten minutes ago?" I swirled to face him, growing angrier as I looked at his pimply face.

"It's procedure!"

"Listen to me you scrawny fucking child," I barrelled towards him and he afforded himself to look scared. "Either you let me up to the fifth floor right now without any hassle or I'll blow a fucking bullet through your brain."

"You can't threaten me," Ben said shakily. He gripped the phone at the desk as I set my coffee down on the counter. "I'll call the police."

"Will you now?" I whispered seething, a smile growing on my face. I looked around the room and spotted only one security camera to the left of the ceiling and moved so that my entire body was blocking the view of what I was about to do. "I doubt that will do anything with a gun pointing down your throat." I shoved the barrel of my gun against his mouth and little Ben gasped, true fear piercing through his eyes. I smiled at the sight. It was almost as good as the kill.

"Are you gonna call the police, Ben?" I asked and he shook his head no. "Good. Are you gonna let me upstairs?" A nod this time. "Excellent. Are you gonna tell anyone about this?" A shake of his head. "Even better. Thank you, Ben."

I took up my coffee and headed for the stairs again before Ben piped back up again. "Are you going to hurt her?" He asked. "Bella?"

I stopped, frozen in place. "Of course not," I said loud enough for him to hear. "Of course not."

I fished Bella's keys out of my pocket one last time and opened up the door once I was free of the fucking stairs and almost jumped when I heard a woman gasp.

"Edward?" Bella screeched, sitting upright in her bed.

"Ah," I grinned. "You're up."

"What are you still doing here?" she cried. "I thought you left. And when did we get out of that elevator?"

"You were pretty out of it, I must admit," I shut her door and placed my purchases onto her wooden desk so I could shrug out of my jacket. Bella watched every move I made. "Though you were cute mumbling in your sleep, it got a little boring for me. Maintenance came around five and I got you up here for six. I thought you might like some breakfast to cure your hangover."

"I don't have a hangover," Bella muttered, looking at me like I was going to disappear. Free of my jacket, I was comfortable in my white shirt and was tempted to even take off my shoes. But I refrained, for Bella's sake. I hadn't had my morning shower yet. "I was just tired this morning."

"Well, you're up now," I finished, deciding to bring the coffee to her since she wouldn't budge.

"You bought this?" Bella asked, staring at the cups of coffee.

"Obviously," I said. "And food is on the way. I had it ordered to your dorm number, I hope you don't mind. I should probably have let Ben know that…" Oh well.

Bella continued staring at me.

"Drink," I ordered her.

"Do you do this for all of your one night stands?" Bella finally spoke, taking a quick sip from her cup.

I laughed loudly. "Is this your idea of a one-night stand?"

"Well, obviously not in that way," she blushed scarlet. "But we did make out."

"We did," I nodded once. "Still, this wasn't a one-night stand."

"You would have been Gone with the Wind had it been," Bella muttered, taking another swig of coffee.

"Not with you," I admitted lowly, taking my own cup. "Besides, we'd never know would we?"

"I guess not."

God, did I wish I did though…

A knock sounded on the door and I jumped up, fishing my wallet out of my pocket before greeting the man behind the door.

"Mr Masen," he greeted me, handing over the platters of food.

"Thank you," I tipped him and shut the door quickly.

"Masen?" Bella repeated. "You said your name was Cullen."

"It is," I half-lied. "It's my mother's maiden name. I rather the sound of that with my first name than Masen."

"Edward Cullen," Bella tasted the sound of it on her lips. "Edward Masen…" I held my breath, praying she didn't make the connection. "I don't know which one I like best."

Phew. "Let's eat instead then, shall we?"

"What is all of this?" Bella practically drooled over the food. "I didn't even know you could order anything like this apart from McDonalds."

"You can order just about anything if you have the money for it," I told her simply. I produced some forks from the bag and we dug in, occasionally muttering oooh's and ahhh's as we ate.

"Did you undress me?" Bella piped up after swallowing a large amount of egg.

"Yep," I sipped on my coffee.

"I"- she didn't finish whatever she was about to say. There was make up still etched on her smooth skin and I wondered if she was embarrassed to be so exposed to a stranger like this. If she knew the real me, I'd doubt she'd be happy sitting half dressed, looking all dishevelled, shovelling breakfast food down her throat with a mobster.

Crazy how little people see in the naked eye.

"I mean, I know I wasn't drunk and you've already said we didn't but…" Bella tried again, nibbling on her bottom lip. I clenched my jaw at the sight. I don't think she realised how fucking sexy she was just sitting here- don't absolutely nothing. "We didn't… I mean, when you undressed me."

"I didn't fuck you, Isabella," I finished for her with a smirk. She was adorable looking all flustered. And there was that word again. Adorable. She was sexy, sin, even beautiful… but adorable? When did I describe women this way?

She cringed, putting her hands over her ears like a child. "God, did you have to be so crude?"

"I'm being out straight," I chuckled, picking up my empty plate and placing it on her desk.

"And its Bella," Isabella corrected me. "For the billionth time."

"Bella," I reiterated. "Your room is tiny, by the way."

"You don't have a say in where I live," she retorted petulantly.

"True," I admitted. "Still doesn't stop me from having an opinion on it."

"You won't be seeing it again, so it's fine."

"Ouch," I laughed, pretending to cup my heart in my hands. "That hurt."

"It's true though, isn't it?" Bella finished up with her own plate and I took it before she made any unnecessary movements. "You won't have a bar of me once this morning is over."

I cocked my head to the side. "Won't I?"

"Oh please," Bella rolled her eyes. "I know what kind of guy you are, Edward."

No, you really don't. "Enlighten me," I said through gritted teeth.

"You use women," she didn't skip a beat. "You admitted to wanting to get into my pants and when you didn't… well, I admit I expected you to be gone by now but my guess is you felt bad for me being locked in an elevator all night and are apologising for how rash you were by buying me breakfast. I'm not hungover but I appreciate it since I was fucking starving but I don't like pity parties. And if you think food gives you the green light to get into my pants now, then I suggest you leave."

I stared at her, knowing I was giving her my best amused expression but she didn't budge. I don't think I ever heard her talk so much in my couple of hours being in her presence. "Nice," I complimented. "But none of that is correct."

Bella scoffed, rolling her pretty brown eyes.

"First off, yes, I admit in the past my only use for women was sex. I'm a man, sue me. I've never had a real girlfriend, shockingly enough and it never bothered me that I didn't. I was satisfied with that. I don't know why I'm even explaining myself to you but you make it easy to talk for some reason. As for the other things… Yes, I wanted to fuck you into the middle of next week, much like every other man in my club last night. I'm not ashamed to say how fucking sexy you are, Bella and on top of that, you're beautiful. Can't blame a man for trying and knowing that I've to compete with both men and women is boosting my confidence because I spent the whole night in your presence. And even got a kiss."

Bella ducked her head down, her hair cascading around her face, covering her flaming red cheeks. "You got more than a kiss."

"I was being modest," I joked with a smile. "I didn't mean to come off as a macho dick head."

Bella lifted her head again. "I wouldn't go that far… but you were cocky."

"It's one of my many faults."

"I doubt you have many of those," she said softly.

Oh, if only you knew.

"Has your opinion of me changed at all since last night?" I wondered, watching her scrub her eyes and groan when she realised she still had make up on.

"When you let me sleep on you, that was nice," Bella smiled shyly. "And when you brought up a touchy subject you dropped it completely. No one ever seems to do that around me. Especially not at home."

"You're not from here?" I asked, but I should have known. She was too polite to be from Boston.

"Washington," Bella shook her head, like she was embarrassed. "Port Angeles."

"Ew," I said aloud before I could stop myself.

"Fuck you," she laughed freely.

"Do they not have manners in Washington?" I asked. "Just tell them to fuck off out of your business."

"My life has been broadcasted on local news, so I can't exactly do that."

I ruffled my brows. "You're not a serial killer are you?"

"No and I'm not in the mafia either," Bella mocked and I froze up. "What's wrong?" she asked and I stood up quickly.

"Nothing," I said way too fast. "I, uh, I just remembered something I was supposed to do."

"Oh," Bella said sadly. "Your work from last night?"

I nodded dumbly. "I can't put it off any longer and we both need to catch up on some sleep- and shower."

Bella sniffed herself and wrinkled her nose, making me laugh again. "I'm kidding," she grinned. "I am still so tired."

"Sleep," I told her. "I'll be back later."

"What?" She blanched, eyes wide.

I snorted. "I said I'll be back later. That is, if you want me to…"

Bella nibbled on her lip again. "Okay..." she said slowly. "No, I want you." Hmm. "But I've done everything there is to cock block. I just don't see why you want to come back."

Neither do I, Bella…

I just shrugged. "I guess I do feel guilty for how I acted," I lied. "I realise now you're meant to be treated like a real lady. Wear something nice. I'm taking you for dinner." I guess I just decided that then and there. "I'll text you what time I'll pick you up at."

"I don't have your number"-

I picked up her purse and dug through it until my hands reached her iPhone and I quickly typed in my number and called my cell, waiting for it to buzz in my pocket before hanging up. I typed in my details and handed the phone back to Bella. "There," I grinned. "Now you do."

"This says you're saved in as 'Sex God'," Bella arched a brow.

"Really?" I gasped. "Why, thank you, Bella. What a compliment."

She rolled her eyes and dropped the phone on the bed. I chuckled at her expression and bent down so that my face was in line with hers. "I'll see you tonight." With a quick kiss planted right at her jawline, I moved back into a standing position as Bella shivered.

"See you," she breathed as I closed the door.

I left her dorm with a chip in my step, smiling at the college goers who passed me and idly wondered why I was in such a dapper mood. Two frat guys passed me with smirks and one nudged the other. "He just got lucky with some chick," he snickered with his friend and I smirked.

No, I didn't get lucky… not in that sense anyway. What an interesting morning this was turning out to be.

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