Lots of positive reinforcement with this one. Apparently you all love your virgin Geekward and Nerdella. So do I.

Anyhoozle, none of this belongs to me. It belongs to that famous writer chick. Stephenie Meyer. I just love playing with Edward and Bella because their lives are SOOOOOOOOOO much more interesting than mine.

So, here we go…

Chapter Three: Dinner for Five

EPOV

I woke the next morning after I 'jerked off,' feeling incredibly dirty.

While I was doing it, I felt amazing. I imagined the beautiful, exotic, and intelligent Bella. Pleasing her in the most intimate ways. Making her squirm. Loving her. Then I dealt with the aftermath. The semen that splattered all over my stomach from my release. I wrinkled my nose and groaned. I showered and went to sleep.

I tried to shake the 'dirty' feeling as I showered. Again. Then I realized, if you love someone, they won't find that to be disgusting. It wasn't really. That white stuff carried my sperm. The key to making children. I smiled at the possibilities of having children with Bella.

Dude, she lives in PHOENIX. With her sometimes BOYFRIEND. She ain't making babies with you.

Shut it, inner voice. I'm not listening. I'll keep imagining and daydreaming about my Bella, thank you very much.

"Edward?" Alice called.

I will not kill Alice.

"Yes, Younger?" I replied as I opened my door. Alice frowned and dragged me back into my room. Specifically, my closet. "What? I match."

"You do, but you can do better. Put this shirt on," Alice said as she handed me a deep emerald green shirt. "And change into the flat front dress pants. I can't believe you still have pleated pants in here. I thought I got rid all of them."

"I'm not that fashionally challenged, Alice," I said with an eye roll.

"Yes, you are, Older. If it were up to you, your closet would be filled with pleated khakis and light blue shirts," Alice retorted. "I buy you Armani and Gucci and you still dress like a nerd."

"Alice, I am a nerd. We know this," I said as I took off my shirt and put the suggested one by my sister.

"Have you been working out, Edward? You look more chiseled," she said as she poked my belly. I giggled and glared at her.

"I picked up my running and started lifting some weights at the athletic center in the basement," I shrugged as I buttoned the new shirt, covering my 'muscles.' Alice reached for my pants and I danced away. "I can get them. I'd rather not remove my pants with my sister in my closet."

"What? We shared a womb. I've seen 'little Eddie,'" Alice snickered.

"Mary Alice," I growled. I then blushed.

"Okay, okay. Use this belt and the Cole Haan shoes," she said as she pointed to my black dress shoes. "When you're done, we need to chat in the kitchen."

"About?"

"Emmett's birthday," Alice said with a smirk.

Why couldn't I be an only child?

Alice danced out of the closet and I changed into my black dress pants and slipped on the shoes. I adjusted my glasses and walked out to the kitchen where Alice had made breakfast. Or rather, attempted to make. "Alice, are these supposed to be eggs?" I asked as I poked the blackened blob of goo.

"Yes, they are," Alice said. "I kind of burnt them."

"I see. I'll just pick up breakfast. I'm not in the mood for salmonella for breakfast with a side of E. Coli," I said dryly.

"You know I can't cook, Edward," Alice whined. "My version of cooking is calling a restaurant."

"Oh, I know," I chuckled as I threw out the egg remnants. "Can I ask a favor of you?"

"What, Older?"

"Can you take a picture of me?"

Alice nodded and got her camera. She snapped a few pictures and handed me the memory card. "What's the picture for?"

"Just because. I want to update my profile pic," I answered hoping that she wouldn't press me. Thankfully, she didn't. "What does the golden boy want for his birthday?"

"We're renting out John Barleycorn and having a big to-do there," Alice said with a smirk as she sipped her coffee. "All of the partners and their wives will be there. Also, Emmett's girlfriends."

"Oh, goody," I said as I rolled my eyes. "When is this shindig?"

"A few months. We need to start planning now," Alice said as she clapped her hands. "Tentatively it's set for the third weekend in July."

"Do I have to go? Emmett doesn't want me there. He hates me."

"Emmett does not hate you, Older," Alice said sternly.

"I just cramp his style. His nerdy younger brother who can't get laid," I said snidely.

"You can ask Victoria," Alice said with wink.

"No, Alice. I don't want to ask Victoria," I said with a tone of finality. "Will you please stop setting me up? I don't want to have some meaningless relationship with a random girl."

"How would you know, Edward? You've never had a girlfriend. I'm the only girl that you really talk to besides Mom," Alice snapped.

"How would you know who I talk to? Perhaps I have some hot girlfriend at my job?" I suggested.

"Please. All of the employees at Whitlock are male and geeks, or female and married," Alice said hotly.

"Are you saying your boyfriend is a geek?" I challenged. She growled and started to open her mouth. "Alice, enough," I yelled. She stared at me with a look of shock. I never yelled. But, her constant match making and meddling were driving me nuts. "I'm going to work. I'll be at the golden boy's birthday. I'll behave and not act like a geek. See you later." I grabbed my car keys and jacket, leaving the condo. Alice's sniffles filling the hallway.

I rode down the elevator and mentally berated myself for my behavior. I was always so calm and collected. When I did lose my cool, it was behind closed doors. No one saw me yell. No one saw me cry. Especially after the situation in 7th grade.

I got into my car and turned on some Rachmaninoff. I smiled slightly at my choice of music and thought of Bella. That was the only positive about this morning was my thoughts drifted to her. Beautiful Bella. Focus, Cullen. I pulled into my parking spot and headed to my office. I checked my email and addressed some legal issues. I then turned to the latest update of the security program for the private citizen. We originally marketed our product for companies. After Jasper's divorce, we decided to begin to market it to a smaller demographic. We were now head in head with Norton and McAfee.

It was nearly twelve and Jasper strode into my office. "Why is my girlfriend, YOUR sister, crying?" Jasper demanded. "She called me this morning, distraught and sobbing hysterically."

"We had a fight," I answered. "I'm tired of her match making. I don't want to be set up. If I did, I'd ask."

"Edward, what is your malfunction? Do you like women? Do you want to die a virgin?"

"I don't want to die a virgin, but I want to find a woman on my own damn terms," I said as I glared at my best friend. "I'm sorry my sad excuse of a social life upsets you and my sister."

"Edward, we just want you to be happy," Jasper replied. "Are you happy?"

"I was, before I was assaulted by a meddlesome little sprite who is determined to get me to date some photographer named Victoria," I said. "Now, I'm kind of pissed."

"Edward, Alice has been your biggest support all of your life. Don't alienate her," Jasper said. "She loves you and wants your happiness."

"Let me dictate my own happiness on my own terms," I said. "I'll talk to her later. I just need time to cool down."

"Okay, Edward," Jasper said. "It's not like you to be the asshole."

"I know. Trust me, I'm kicking myself over this," I sighed. "I don't like to be the asshole. I'm just frustrated. But I shouldn't let my frustrations dictate my reactions. I'll promise to talk to her tonight."

"You better or I kick your ass," Jasper said as he pinched my chest, narrowly missing my left nipple.

"Watch it, Whitlock," I said as I picked up my Nerf basketball. Jasper laughed and ran out of my office, closing the door as I threw the ball. I blew out a breath and took out the memory card from Alice's camera. I stuck it into my computer and loaded the pictures onto the hard drive. I opened up the four pictures that Alice took. I groaned as I looked at my lanky, geeky form on the screen. "God, I'm pathetic. Bella is so much more gorgeous than me." I opened up Photoshop and did some adjustments to the picture that I liked the best.

I then opened my personal email account and typed a response to Bella. I needed something positive in this hellish day. First my sister tells me that my golden boy brother is having a birthday. He's turning 34. Who has a huge party for their 34th birthday? Oh, right. Emmett McCarty Cullen, douche bag. Then she foists a girl on me. Then we fight and she whips my best friend to guilt trip me.

As I wrote my email, my spirits lifted and I was truly happy again when I hit send after attaching the photo. I decided to add my cell phone number to the email. She wanted to see my face but I wanted to hear her voice. Maybe she'll call. Maybe not. However, I did need to put myself out there. It's sad that the first woman I show interest in is three thousand miles away in Phoenix. But, she intrigued me. Her beauty. Her intelligence. Her witty responses online. Would she be interested in me?

Really, Cullen? She is not interested.

Then why did she email you last night? To lead me on?

Quit being so naïve, Edward…

ARGH!

I turned back to the update after I sent the email. I needed to focus my attention on something other than the beauty that is Bella Dwyer. I ended up finishing the update before heading home. One less thing to worry about tomorrow. I swung by and picked up some Italian food from Tufano's, Alice's favorite restaurant. I may as well bribe her with food. Besides, I loved their chicken parmesan. I got us both a serving of chicken parmesan. One for Alice as an apology and the other for me as celebration for finishing the update. It was out of the way, but Alice deserved it. Truly she did. She dealt with my drama for all of our lives and it was not right for me to be such a jerk.

I pulled into the garage, parking next to Alice's bright yellow Porsche. I grabbed the food and rode up the elevator. "I can do this. I will apologize to my twin. She is a good person with good intentions," I said as I walked down the hallway. I opened the door and walked into the kitchen. "I'm home, Younger!"

"In the office," she yelled.

"I brought dinner, Alice," I said. "Chicken Parmesan from Tufano's."

Alice's footsteps scampered through the condo and she launched herself into my arms. I had barely braced myself when a 90 pound pixie was wrapped around me. "Holy hell!"

"You know how much I love Tufano's," Alice shrieked in my ear. "You're forgiven, Older."

"Can I apologize properly?" I asked as I put Alice on her feet.

"I suppose," she said with an eye roll.

"I'm sorry for being a colossal asshole this morning. I was just frustrated with the constant need to set me up," I said as I got plates out. "Besides, I have been talking to a woman." I said the last part so quickly, I hoped that Alice didn't hear it.

"Excuse me? Did you just say that you've been talking to a woman?" Alice asked as she pounced on my back.

What is up with her jumping on me? Thank goodness I'm strong enough to hold her scrawny body.

"Alice, I do value my hearing," I said as I stuck my finger in my ear. "Please stop yelling in my ears."

"Sorry, Edward," Alice said. She squeezed my neck and kissed my cheek. "So, tell me about her."

"Well, I was online last night on a music forum. There was one user who was very intelligent and offered some unique arguments over the discussion we were having. I sent her a private message request and she responded. We got to talking and we shared a little bit about each other. We exchanged email addresses and before I went to bed, she sent me an email. She said that she enjoyed our conversation and that I was sweet. Attached was a picture," I said.

"Can I see it?"

I nodded and ran to my office, printing out another picture. I ran my finger across Bella's beautiful face and walked back to the kitchen were Alice was inhaling her food. "Jeez, Alice. I thought the pig impression was saved for the golden boy," I joked.

"I was so upset, I didn't eat today, Assward," Alice snorted. "I'm fucking starved. Let me see your hottie."

I smiled and handed the picture to Alice. She gasped and bounced on her toes. "She's beautiful, Edward. What's her name?"

"Bella," I whispered.

"Is she local? This picture looks like it was taken at the Grand Canyon," Alice said.

"No. She lives in Phoenix," I muttered sadly.

"It's not a big deal, Edward. There are planes. And cars. And trains," she snorted.

"Right," I sighed as I picked at my own dinner. "She's the first woman I've felt anything for. She's brilliant. Kind. Witty. And as you can see, incredibly gorgeous."

"So, what's holding you back?"

"A 'sometimes' boyfriend," I replied.

"The keyword is 'sometimes,' Edward. I have a feeling that he won't be around for long," Alice said as she sat down, polishing off her chicken parmesan. "When are you going to talk to her again…THAT'S WHY YOU WANTED THE PICTURE!"

"Alice! Remember! Hearing!" I laughed. "Yes, that's why I wanted the picture."

"Oh, Edward's going to get a girlfriend," Alice said as she bounced up and again, jumped in my arms.

"Thank goodness, I can hold you, Younger," I said with a wry grin.

"It's all those workouts you put in at the gym, Older," she giggled. "Back to my question, when are you going to talk to her again?"

"Probably tonight. If she's online," I replied. "Though I did give her my cell phone number."

SQUEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!

"Okay, I'm done talking to you, Alice. You've sufficiently killed my ear drums," I said as I left the kitchen after putting my food away. I went into my office and turned on Boris. I checked my email, hoping to find a response from Bella. However, no such luck.

I logged into the music forum and saw her online. I grinned and sent her a private message request. Bella accepted.

PianoCompGeek81: Hi, Bella! I hope you had a good day today. Better than yesterday?

ARomanticatHeart86: In some ways it was better. In others it sucked.

PianoCompGeek81: Okay, explain, beautiful…

Did I really just call her beautiful! Please let her not freak out. Damn it! I'm so confused…

ARomanticatHeart86: Well, my boss told me that I'm going to be put in charge of one my author's book tours. It means arranging meet and greets, book signings and interviews. I also suggested that we use the time to set up a meeting with a photographer in Chicago for several articles that are being written about her. I am writing one for Glamour.

Did she just mention Chicago? Bella could be in Chicago? My Bella in Chicago? SWEET!

PianoCompGeek81: Are you coming with the author? On the tour?

We spoke for a few minutes more and she told me that she and Jacob broke up. I did a fist pump with that tidbit of information and nearly fell out of my chair. Then I spilled the beans about my lack of love life. Bella was shocked and she called me gorgeous. HA! Right. I'm a geek with freaky eyes. I mean who has topaz colored eyes? Yeah, me. I'm a geek who's hair never lays straight, no matter what I do to tame it. The only normal thing about me is my body. At least I'm not fat and have tons of zits. I'm not vain or anything but ewwww…

My phone vibrated from my pocket and I looked at the caller ID. It was a number I didn't recognize. I picked it up. "Hello?"

"Edward? It's Bella," she said. Her voice was soft and slightly rough. Sexy like the woman in the picture. She called me! Holy crap! We talked on the phone for about an hour, until my lovely sister decided to invade my privacy. Surprisingly, Bella and I had similar views on love, relationships and ironically, sex. We discussed the virtues of physical love which Bella pointed out was humorous coming from two virgins. We tentatively decided to call each other tomorrow and I couldn't wait.

When I hung up the phone, I felt my heart stammer in my chest. I rolled my eyes and went out to the living room to find Alice flipping the channels on our huge television. "What, Mary Alice? You interrupted my phone call," I said curtly.

"Who were you talking to? Mom?"

"No, Bella," I said with a smirk.

"Shut the fuck up," she replied as she smacked my chest. Ouch! "Who called whom?"

"She called me. I didn't have her number until an hour ago," I said. "Alice, she's amazing."

"Hmmm…my brother is finally getting it," Alice said as she laid her head on my shoulder. "Sorry, I interrupted your call."

"It's okay, Younger," I said as I kissed her forehead. "What do you want?"

"We need to discuss Emmett's present," Alice said.

"Ugh," I groaned. "What is the golden child asking for?"

"A yacht," Alice answered.

"Over my dead body. I'm not buying my asshole, jerk, fucktard of an older brother a goddamned yacht," I seethed.

"Don't hold back, Edward. The only time you swear like that is when you talk about Emmett or Dad," Alice deadpanned. "We're all chipping in for a down payment for a yacht. We need $50,000 from you."

"Do I have to?" I whined.

"Yes, Edward."

"Shit."

"He's our brother, Older."

"We share DNA. It doesn't mean I have to like the douche," I grumbled. "$25,000?"

"Edward Anthony…"

"Ugh, fine. I'll have a check for you in the morning."

"We're also going to dinner with the family tomorrow," Alice said. "Wear your navy suit, white shirt and red tie."

"How Republican of me," I groaned.

"We have to blend in, Edward. Dad is as Republican as it gets," Alice said, arching a brow. "I'm going to bed. Enjoy dreaming of your girlfriend…"

Not a bad idea…

xx ANSOL xx

I woke up early the next morning and went for a run. I then showered and got ready for the day. Driving to work, I listened to Debussy. Specifically, Clair de Lune. It was one of my favorite pieces. So soft and delicate. I grinned like an idiot as I pulled into the parking lot of the Hancock Building and heading up to my office.

Today was a day for finances. I looked over the books. I am a control freak with extreme OCD-like tendencies. Especially when it came to money. My eyes were crossing and I stepped away from the computer. I walked down and got some lunch from a local deli. I decided to text Bella as I was eating my lunch.

I hope things are going well for you, Bella. I was listening to some Debussy this morning and thought of you ;-) – Edward

I bit my lip as I put my phone on the table. I continued eating my lunch, eying my phone and begging it to chirp. I was about to text her again when the phone finally did vibrate.

Hey, handsome… things are going very well for me. I'm working with Rose's agent. We're setting up her book tour. I will be going and acting as her personal assistant. So, I'll be in Chicago in a few months. We can meet in person – Bella xoxox

I'll have to show you the sights. Chicago is a beautiful city. However, it pales in comparison to you – Edward xx

Was that too much? Too cheesy? Fuck, what have I done? I slapped my forehead, wanting to retract that last text.

Edward, you really know how to make a girl blush. I'm so pink right now. You really think I'm beautiful? When was the last time you had your eyes checked? – Bella

I had my eyes tested about a month ago. I see perfectly fine when I have my glasses on – Edward

My phone rang and I checked the caller ID. It was Bella. "Yes, Gorgeous?" I cooed. Where in the hell is all this confidence coming from? Right, you like her.

"Gorgeous! Sure, Edward," she snorted. "Thank you, though. I hope you don't mind I called. I was getting frustrated with my Crackberry. I have tiny fingers but the little buttons drive me nuts when I text."

"This is why you get the iPhone," I said. "Wonderful piece of technology. I can't imagine my life without it. And my huge fingers can handle texting."

"Hmmm…I'll remember that when I renew my contract. I'm excited about meeting you face to face, Edward. Three months can't come fast enough."

"I know," I said. "When are you going to be in Chicago?"

I heard some papers shuffling. "We arrive July 14th and leave on July 20th," Bella answered. "We're also doing a photo shoot and several interviews."

"Are you planning on doing anything that weekend?" I asked. I could take Bella to my brother's birthday.

"We have a book signing on Saturday afternoon, but nothing book related that weekend. Why?"

"Um, I've never done this before, but uh…"

"What is it, Edward?"

"My brother is having this huge birthday blowout. I was wondering if you would accompany me?" I asked nervously, my voice squeaking abnormally.

"I would love to. Under one condition," Bella said.

"What's that?"

"You meet me first," she replied. "You said you'd be willing to fly out to Phoenix…"

"Let me check my schedule and I'll send you some dates that work?" I suggested. "I would love to meet you, face to face, Bella. I feel this connection to you and…I really, really like you."

"You're doing the blushing thing, Edward. I'm really pink right now," she giggled. "But, I really, really, really like you. You are such a gentleman and so sweet. Anyhow, I have to go. I should be reading Rose's edit but I'm talking to you. I'd rather talk to you. But, you don't pay me."

"Ah, no. I have to finish paying my employees," I snorted. "Today is my finance day. The bane of my existence."

"Well, good luck with that. God bless anybody who can make sense of numbers. I know I can't," Bella laughed. "I'm a musician. I can count to four. Possibly six."

"Musician? What do you play?" I asked.

"I sing, mostly. I took piano in college but I really suck. I have itty bitty fingers and I was not patient enough to rearrange the music. I was a music minor in college. I really do have to go. Have a beer when you get home to celebrate getting through finance day."

"I'll do just that," I smiled. "Good luck with Rose's book. I'll talk to you later, gorgeous."

"Bye, handsome."

I ended the called and grinned widely. I had a date to Emmett's birthday. Pending a date with the lovely Bella in Phoenix. Am I absolutely crazy? Flying to Phoenix to meet a girl? I can't tell Jasper. He'll think I'm going for a booty call. I decided not to tell Jasper about my trip to Phoenix. And Alice, though she may already know. I finished my lunch. I was feeling generous and I picked up lunch for Jasper and Eric. After dropping off their food, I nearly skipped back to my office. Eric eyed me warily as I beamed as I gave him his Reuben. I winked and shut my door to check my calendar.

I was pretty busy for the next two weeks. Jasper had created a new program to prevent spyware and malware. We were launching it next week and having a party to promote the product. I wanted to make sure that I was available for tech support in the two weeks following the launch to debug any issues that may have arisen that we didn't have any contingency plans for. After that, things were pretty clear. I bit my lip and sent off the weekends that worked for me. I'd leave on a Friday and return to Chicago on Monday. Once Bella made her choice, I would inform Jasper that he'd need vacation time. Something that I never took. Ever.

I finished stuff for finance day. My phone vibrated in my pocket and I saw that I had a new email. I logged into my personal email account and saw an email from my Bella.

To: Edward Cullen

From: Bella Dwyer

Re: Visit?

Dearest Edward,

I got the list of dates and I'm free any weekend that you mentioned. Memorial Day is a lot fun around here: parades and live music events. I noticed that is the earliest date you have listed, so let's plan for that. If it's okay with you. I have a two bedroom apartment and you could stay with me. However, if you are more comfortable staying in a hotel, I insist on paying for that. You're buying the airline ticket to come out to visit. It's the least I can do.

I'm giddy with excitement, Edward. I can't wait to see you face to face. I should be freaking out. Meeting a stranger I've been talking to online, but like I said when I called, I really like you. I also feel this connection. Like a million butterflies are in my belly begging for release. Whenever I think about you, the butterflies flutter anew.

And I sound like a freak now. So I'm going to shut up and leave you be. You have numbers to crunch and employees to pay. You don't need my romantic nonsense getting in the way.

I'll talk to you tonight, handsome.

Yours in music,

Bella

I smiled at Bella's email. I was going to respond to her beautiful correspondence but I wanted to book my flights. I managed to get a flight out late on Friday evening on Memorial Day weekend and decided to fly back on Tuesday, leaving in the early afternoon. I'd have to miss the Cullen, Denali and Associates Memorial Day Picnic, but they didn't want me to be there. Or rather, they never showed any reason for me to be there. I was only the socially stunted son and brother of the high flyers of the firm.

After I booked my flights, I decided to get a hotel. While it was sweet of Bella to offer her second bedroom, I was not comfortable staying with her. And there was absolutely no way in hell that she was paying for my hotel room. I can certainly afford it. I decided to book the Sheraton in downtown Phoenix for the weekend. Once my trip was planned, I replied to Bella's email.

To: Bella Dwyer

From: Edward Cullen

Re: Phoenix here I come!

My dearest Bella,

After reading your email, I will be out on Memorial Day weekend. Attached to the email is a copy of my itinerary. I'm flying out late Friday and returning to Chicago on Tuesday afternoon. I'm planning on renting a car, so you don't need to worry about picking me up at the airport. However, I would like to see you on Friday. Maybe we can go out to dinner? You're the native, so you name the place and I'll be there.

Also, thank you for the offer of your apartment and staying in the second bedroom. While I feel the connection to you, I am hesitant to stay with you. My mother raised me to be a gentleman and it wouldn't be proper for me to stay. I booked a hotel. I'm staying at the Sheraton in downtown Phoenix. I hope didn't offend you. I don't want to. I mean…Sorry?

In regard to your statement about the butterflies, I completely understand and am experiencing them too. You've ignited something in my heart that I never thought existed. You astound me, Bella Dwyer. Your intelligence. Your sense of humor. Your humility. Your beauty. They are all so endearing. And I hope I am making you blush. Since that was my intention with my impassioned words.

I will talk to you this evening. I have a dinner with my family and I'm not looking forward to that. I have to wear a suit. It's expected by my father. Have a good rest of the day and I'll call you around nine Phoenix time. I'll text you if I'll be any later, gorgeous.

Yours in music and butterflies,

Edward

ATTACHMENT:

I sent the email, hoping I didn't hurt Bella's feelings about the hotel. If she was upset, I could always cancel the trip. But I didn't want to. I sent out an email to Jasper informing him of my plans. I wanted to be near her. My mind longed for her conversation. My heart yearned for hers. My body craved to be near. I haven't even met her and she's like a drug for me. I count the minutes until I can talk to her, email her, chat with her…it was borderline obsessive my feelings. I shook it off and gathered my things to head home. I needed to shower and change before dinner with my family.

I parked and headed up to my condo. Alice was not back yet. I didn't need to hear her obnoxious squealing. I got the mail and went into my side of the condo. I stripped out of my work clothes and put them into my hamper. I started the water and felt my face. I decided to shave as I didn't have time this morning after my workout. I didn't want to look scruffy for dinner with daddy. God, I hate my family…erm, father and Emmett.

I stepped under the hot spray and began washing my body. I closed my eyes as I washed my hair and Bella's beautiful face filled my imagination. The feelings in my belly ignited and I felt myself grow hard. I opened my eyes and looked at my arousal. At least when I release, it'll be in the shower. No mess…right? I reached down to my erection and gently gripped it. I bit my lip as I began stroking my length. My eyes fluttered shut and my imagination filled with Bella.

Hugging Bella. Holding her petite body in my arms.

Kissing Bella. Her soft lips moving with mine.

Touching Bella. Feeling her womanly curves and how well she fit with me.

Loving Bella. Caressing her beautiful face as she gazed at me. Holding her hand as we strolled through Grant Park

Making love to Bella. Filling her completely with soul. Two bodies united as one. The ultimate connection.

I increased the speed of my stroking and I leaned against the slick marble. "Oh, Bella," I moaned as my hips bucked. "I need you, love." My breathing increased and twisted my wrist. I closed my eyes, thinking of Bella in the shower with me. Her body wet and slick, pressed against me. I wanted her. I wanted all of her. I wanted to love her. I wanted to be with her. My arousal twitched and I felt a familiar twinge in my belly. I was close to releasing. I sped up my movements and was grunting quietly.

"Bella," I whispered as I clamped my eyes shut. Her mouth was moving with mine and her hand wrapped around me, resuming my pumping. Her teeth nibbled on my bottom lip and I groaned. The butterflies in my abdomen took off and I let out a silent scream as my release coursed through my body and onto the bathroom wall. I opened my eyes and found myself in the shower, alone. My hand around my now flaccid penis. "Damn." I blew out a breath and finished showering.

I shaved my face and dressed in my suit that Alice dictated I wear for our dinner. I was tying my tie when Alice bounced in my room. "Hello, Younger," I said.

"You look good, Older. Happy," Alice said as she held up my suit coat. "Did you talk to Bella today?"

"Yep."

"And…?"

"And…what? I'm not going to share my entire romantic life with you, Alice," I said as I went to spray on some cologne. "Tuscany or Light Blue?"

"Neither, go with the Burberry tonight," Alice said. I nodded and spritzed myself. "Come on, Edward. Let me help you with your hair. You need a haircut."

"Alice, I'm already dressed. You are not cutting my hair," I said.

"No, I'm not. I'm just going to style it. Sit on the toilet, Older," she said. I grumbled and sat down. She darted out of my room and returned a few moments later with this large tin. "Trust me, brother dearest."

"Do I even want to know?" I asked as I looked at the tin.

"It's call pomade," she said as she put some in her hands, running her fingers through my hair. She twisted and separated my bronze hair and she frowned slightly. Once she got my hair styled the way she wanted, Alice went into my medicine cabinet. She put something in my hand.

"No, Alice. I hate these damn things," I said as I held up my contacts.

"Wear them. Please? You have such gorgeous eyes. It's a shame to hide them behind your glasses."

"Ugh! The things I do for you, Mary Alice," I snarled. She kissed my cheek and skipped out of my bathroom. I removed my glasses and put my contacts in. I looked at my reflection and for the first time in all of my life, I didn't see Edward Cullen: the geek. I actually saw a man who looked confident. Who looked happy. Who looked like could belong to someone. I smiled crookedly and went into my bedroom. I grabbed my suit coat and went into the living room. Alice had changed and was wearing a simple navy sheath.

"You're driving, Edward. You're taking the Aston," she winked. "I want to hear all about your conversation with Bella and your trip you have scheduled."

"What?" I squeaked. "How did you know that?"

"My boyfriend is your boss, Edward," Alice said. "He told me about your requested time off. I'm glad you're going. You and Bella will click and you will be together soon enough."

"I hope so, Younger," I said with a twinkle in my eyes. "Let's go."

"I love you, Older. I'm so proud of you," Alice said as she twined her fingers with mine. I grabbed my car keys, cell phone and wallet. We rode down the elevator and I opened my Aston Martin Vanquish. I never spoiled myself with cars or lavish trips. However, when we decided to open our company to be traded on the NASDAQ, I purchased my baby. I loved this car. So sleek and not me. But, it made me smile. However, I'd trade it in a minute to be closer to Bella.

Alice and I drove to the restaurant, Topolobampo. Emmett had a close, personal relationship with Rick Bayless, the head chef of the restaurant and we always ate there. I had the car valet parked and we headed inside. The hostess led us to our table where Carlisle and Esme were seated. Emmett was at the bar, yelling into his phone. I walked behind Alice, with my hand on the small of her back. Alice was my protector in elementary and middle school. Now it was my turn. I would gladly throw myself in front of a moving vehicle for my sister. Also, several men were leering at her and I wanted her to appear to be unavailable. We look different enough that we could pass as a couple and not siblings. Twin siblings.

"Edward! Alice!" Esme smiled. She stood up and hugged her daughter, kissing her cheeks. "You are more lovely than the last time, my dear."

"Hello, Mom," Alice smiled. "How are you?"

"I'm very good. Edward! You look so handsome," Esme said as she hugged her youngest son. No matter what, hugs from Esme made Edward feel whole. "You are wearing your contacts and I can see your beautiful eyes."

"Alice convinced me," I shrugged. "Hello, Father."

"Edward," Carlisle said tersely as he barely acknowledged me. His eyes were trained on the menu and his face pulled into a sour grimace.

"Hi, Daddy," Alice said as she skipped to her father's side. She kissed him on the cheek. Carlisle's sour expression softened as he looked at his daughter. "How are things at the firm?" Alice sat down next to Carlisle. Edward helped his mother back into her seat and he sat next to her.

"Good. I'm dealing with a libel case right now so I've got it pretty easy. Emmett is dealing with a rapist and he's making an ass of himself. That's why he's yelling at the bar," Carlisle told his daughter. "How are things going with, my lovely daughter?"

"Excellent. I've just been contacted by a publishing company. One of their authors is going to have a photo shoot in July and they want to use my designs for the shoot. Victoria is going to be the photographer," Alice said. "Perhaps you know her, Edward. The author is Rosalie Hale. I was on the phone with her assistant this afternoon."

"Really?" I asked coolly. "What's the assistant's name?"

"Bella. Bella Dwyer," Alice grinned widely. "Seems like a lovely girl. I'm sending some clothes to the publishing house for a fitting for Rosalie. I think I may include some for Bella."

"Oh," I said intelligently. "When was this decided? The photo shoot?"

"I got a phone call this morning. My assistant took the message and I returned the phone call this afternoon. Apparently my clothes are a favorite of Rosalie's and she insisted we use them for the shoot. This is going to be huge. I'm so excited," Alice said.

"That's wonderful news, Alice," Esme said with a proud smirk.

"I'm so proud of you, baby girl," Carlisle said with a huge grin. His eyes shone for his daughter. I crumbled a little bit that I would never get to see that smile. I'm just a disappointment to him. I am partners in a huge tech company and I'm a disappointment.

Esme noticed my sudden change in demeanor and she squeezed my knee, giving me her secret smile. I returned the smile timidly and held her hand under the table. Carlisle and Alice chatted animatedly about Alice's latest design. I just sat quietly wanting to hit fast forward so I could get home and call Bella. My reverie was broken when Emmett smacked my head. "OW! That hurt, Emmett," I snapped.

"Don't be such a pussy, Edward," Emmett said with an evil laugh.

"Don't use that language, Emmett McCarty Cullen," Esme said. "Apologize to your brother."

"He needs to stop being such a baby. I'll do no such thing," Emmett said as he chugged a shot of bourbon. "Are you sulking because your favorite anime character was killed?"

"Leave me alone, Emmett," I growled.

"Are you going to cry, Eddie?" Emmett taunted.

"Emmett, quit being such an asshole," Alice said. "What has Edward ever done to you?"

"He was born, Little Bit," Emmett replied as he waved our server down. "Eddie cramps my style."

I closed my eyes and gripped my mother's hand tightly. Why do I have an asshole of a brother and a father who can't be bothered with me? I feel like I have no one on my side. Esme rubbed my shoulders with her other hand and her face was a mask of disappointment and shame for her oldest son.

"Emmett, must you constantly tease your brother?" Carlisle said with a resigned sigh.

"You do it, too, Dad," Emmett replied.

"Stop it, both of you," Esme hissed. "You're embarrassing me."

"No, that would be Eddie's fault," Emmett snarled.

"Then I'll solve the problem and leave," I said as I got up from the table. "I'm sorry, Mom. I know when I'm not wanted."

"If you're leaving, Edward, then so am I," Esme said. "We'll go out to dinner, just the two of us."

"Esme, sit down. If Edward wants to leave, then let him. However, Emmett has some information he wants to share," Carlisle said coldly. "Are you going to go, Edward?"

I puffed my chest and decided to not let them get to me. I sat down and glared at my father. Coldness in my eyes and a grimace on my face. "I'll stay. But one more snide comment and I'm gone."

"Why can't we get along?" Alice asked. "I'm just so done with this constant bickering."

"If Edward wasn't so weak, we'd get along perfectly," Carlisle said.

"I'm not weak, Carlisle," I growled.

"You are such a mama's boy. I know that you were holding her hand under the table," Carlisle seethed. "Speaking of holding hands, find a girlfriend yet? Or have you finally come out of the closet?"

"You know what, Carlisle. Fuck you," I spat. "Alice, I'm leaving." I shoved away from the table and stormed out of the restaurant, handing my claim ticket to the valet. They pulled up my car and I eased into the front seat. Without waiting for Alice, I sped away from the curb, tears falling down my cheeks. My phone vibrated from my pocket and I knew it was Alice. Probably begging me to come back. There was no way in hell that was happening. I'd rather drink straight bleach than go back to that restaurant and be belittled by father.

I parked my car and rode up the elevator to my condo. I went to my bedroom and flopped on my bed. I wiped my tears away from my eyes and screamed. My phone buzzed again in my pocket and I pulled it out. Alice.

"What?" I spat.

"I'm proud of you, Older," she whispered. "Mom and I left after you did. I'm going to spend some time with her. She's thinking of leaving Dad. His behavior toward you is reprehensible. I agree. I've never been more ashamed of him in all of my life. Emmett too. However, I think Dad knows he fucked up."

"I'm tired of being their scapegoat. I'm not worthless. I'm done being their doormat," I sighed.

"Good for you, Edward. I'm so proud of you. So proud. Bella is good for you. She's giving you strength," Alice said. "She is your soul mate."

"I don't know. I haven't even met her," I said. "What if she's ashamed of me?"

"I doubt it. She'll love you. Just like Mom and me. Probably even more so. Call her. She'll fill the void that you are feeling right now. I can feel it. My heart is aching for you, Older," Alice whispered.

"My heart is aching, too, Younger. I hate this. I hate being the cause of this animosity," I whimpered.

"You're not. Their closed-mindedness is the cause. You are the smartest, gentlest, most caring, most loving man I've ever known. Don't let two fucktards screw with your brain. You are worth ten million of them, Edward."

"Thank you, Ali," I said. "I love you, Younger."

"I love you. So much, Older. You stood up for yourself and that is awesome. Call your girlfriend."

"She's not my girlfriend, Alice."

"Yet. She will be," Alice said sagely. "Good night, Edward."

"Good night, Alice." I hung up the phone and stood up on shaking limbs. I removed my suit and hung it carefully. I had worn it for two hours and it was not dirty. However, I will never wear it again. The connotations of the suit made my stomach turn. I pulled on a pair of sleep pants and went to put on my glasses. I popped out my contacts and placed them into the solution. I slid on my glasses and crawled into bed, picking up my phone. I scrolled through my contacts and found Bella's number. My finger hovered over the send button a few seconds before I pressed it.

The phone rang a few times. Bella picked it up and she was breathless. "Hello?"

"Hi, gorgeous," I said solemnly.

"Edward! What's wrong?"

"Bad night," I whispered. "Really bad night."

"Oh no! Tell me about it," Bella said. I told her about my father and brother giving me grief. I told her about my father's inability to have heart and feelings. I told her about how I stood up to him for the first time. However, I wanted nothing more than to be held. "Edward, that's awful. I'm so sorry. I wish I could be there to hug you and make you feel better."

"You're doing it, gorgeous," I smiled. "You understand that my father and brother are assholes."

"There's more to what you're saying, Edward. What did your father say to you that has you so down? I'm worried about you."

"He just lacks any sense of decorum. He called me a 'mama's boy.' Which, admittedly, I am. However, he then proceeded to give me grief about not having a girlfriend and that I need to come out of the closet. His were filled with such malice when he said that, I had had it. I told him to fuck off," I said, a blush creeping over my pale skin. "In his eyes, I should be married with 2.5 kids and a dog. I should be a partner in his law firm. But I'm not and so he feels it necessary to belittle me. I'm a failure in his eyes."

"Edward Cullen, you are not a failure. You are brilliant and talented and kind and sweet and absolutely breathtaking. Inside and out. So what if you don't fall into your father's cookie-cutter idea of what success is. The question is…are you happy?"

"Right now? No," I answered. "I'm lonely. I'm vulnerable and I hate feeling like this."

"What will make you happy, Edward?"

"Don't freak out…please…" I whispered.

"What?"

"You. You make me happy, Bella. Your voice. Your emails. Just you. Three weeks can't come fast enough," I said as tears spilled over my cheeks. I wiped my face and shook it off. I really did need to stop being such an emotional mess.

"Edward, I feel the same way," Bella said quietly. "I wish I could press fast forward or skip ahead to the next chapter so we can meet. I want to hug you, so badly, right now."

"I'd eagerly accept it," I smiled. Among other things…Gah! Stop being a perv. You jerk off twice and you're a sex-crazed maniac.

"I wish there was something I could do for you, Edward. To help with your brother and dad," Bella said.

"You're doing it, gorgeous."

"I'm glad I can help, Edward. So…tell me what do you want to do in Phoenix?"

"I don't know. What do you suggest?"

Bella began prattling on about the things that she wanted to do with me in Phoenix. I then told her about what I wanted to do with her in Chicago. We ended up talking for three hours until Bella started yawning. I then looked at the clock and saw it was well after two in the morning. Bella and I said our goodbyes. I fell into a fitful sleep afterward, dreaming of my Bella. Holding her close. Cuddling with her. Making love to her.

I woke up the next morning in a puddle of dried semen. I wrinkled my nose and padded to the bathroom. I thought I outgrew wet dreams…guess not when Bella is involved.

A/N: I wanted to strangle Emmett and Carlisle in this chapter. They are such assholes…jerks…fucktards…I'm running out of bad names! GRRRRRRRRRRRR! Anyhow, up next will be Bella's conversation with Alice and her planning for Edward's trip to Phoenix. Leave me love…please! ;-)