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I knew Edward would be at work. Whenever we fought that was where he went, never for anything less than a couple of hours, so I had a bit more time before I lost my nerve. I dashed down to the telephone and dug out the address book. I quickly located the Cullens' house number. As I dialled, I kept an ear out for the car. I definitely didn't want to be caught phoning them.

"Hello?"

"Esme?" I breathed.

"This is she. Who's calling?"

"It's Bella, Edward's wife," I whispered.

"Bella? How have you been? We don't hear from you." I heard the sadness and disappointment in her voice.

"Well, Edward told me that you don't like me because I don't work, and I'm too low class for you," I laughed bitterly.

"What? Oh sweet girl, no! Edward marrying you was nothing short of a miracle! We began to think that Edward would never find anyone, let alone settle down with them. Yes, we worried that you wedded young, but you made him so happy, we looked beyond it." She sighed.

"I don't understand. Why would he say those things? Why do you never visit us?"

"Well... Umm... Not too long after the wedding, Edward called us and said not to come over, that our money made you uncomfortable, you felt you were beneath us."

"No! Oh Esme, you and Carlisle were so kind and wonderful that day. Was there ever anyone before me?" I had to know—was he controlling like with me.

"There was a young girl called Tanya. It was for just a few weeks, but she left. She packed her bags during the night and disappeared from her parents' house. She only left a note, saying she couldn't handle Edward's possessiveness, so she ran far and fast. We never got Edward to talk to us about it, to see if it was a case of crossed wires, though I suspect it wasn't," she said softly.

"What do you mean, Esme?"

"Edward has always been, well, possessive. He hated sharing his toys as a child, his food. He wouldn't even share a room. He never had sleepovers because of it. We just assumed it was a phase and he would grow out of it. I guess he didn't."

I heard a car pull up outside, I panicked, whispering to Esme that I had to go.

"Bella! Call someone else to make sure this number doesn't register. He'll know you called us!" she sobbed.

I hung up , dialled my mother, all the while praying that she wouldn't answer the phone. When it went to voicemail, I knew that her number would register. I put the phone back on charge, heading back to the living room and grabbed some polish and a duster at the same time. I began cleaning the wooden bookcase, so at least I would look busy.

"Bella?" Edward shouted as he came through the door.

"In the living room!" I yelled back.

"What are you doing, sweetheart?"

"I'm dusting, Edward," I chuckled.

I turned to face him a small smile playing on my lips. Hopefully he was in a better mood than when he left. I was stunned to see him holding the biggest bunch of roses I had ever seen.

"For you. I'm sorry for last night and this morning. I have no idea what happened. I was so angry over you getting hurt at the party, and my anger just built. I guess it burst out and this morning it was still there. I am so sorry, sweetheart. I swear, I will never lay a finger on you again." He smiled back at me.

"Edward, the roses are beautiful, thank you. I don't know what happened either, but you hurt me, you scared me and and you made me feel like nothing." I felt a tear escape.

"Bella, baby, I swear, I won't ever do that again. That's not the man I am. I just lost control. I'll do better, I'll be better."

He looked so forlorn and sincere, how could I refuse him. He'd never been like it before. I guessed I could let it slide this one time. I mean, hell, a bunch of roses this big had to have cost a small fortune! I took the roses from him and inhaled their gorgeous scent.

"Let me get a vase and some water for these."

"Sure thing, how do you feel about me cooking dinner tonight?"

"Mmmm... Depends what you're cooking, Mr. Cullen," I giggled.

"Let me see, would Mrs. Cullen care for spaghetti carbonara with mushrooms, bacon, ham and chicken?" He grinned.

I nodded. It was one of my favourite meals and he knew it. He followed me through to the kitchen as I scouted for something to put the roses in. I located the crystal vase Esme and Carlisle had bought as a wedding gift. Filling it with water, I grabbed a packet of paracetamol from the cupboard, popped one and began crushing it.

"You got a headache?" Edward asked frowning.

"Nope, I read somewhere that paracetamol helps keep flowers fresh for longer."

He chuckled and shook his head at me. I always looked for little tips like that on Google. Some of them had come in handy, others were just plain ridiculous, but we always laughed about them afterwards.

"Okay, well, I'm going to get started on dinner, why don't you go get changed? You're covered in dust."

He reached for my cheek. I flinched slightly then blushed, feeling guilty. He rubbed it softly removing what I assumed was a smudge. I leaned into his hand savouring the tender moment. Looking in his eyes, I saw warmth and love in them. I smiled, turning to leave as he gently swatted my ass. I giggled as I left the room, mentally running through my wardrobe as I decided what to wear.

I knew that he wanted something pretty and stylish, without going over the top. After all, we were going to a restaurant, but Edward preferred it when I made an effort. I danced into our room and flung the doors of my walk-in wardrobe open. Scanning the rails, my eyes settled on the deep purple cocktail dress that I hadn't worn in a couple of years. Edward loved the dress, as did I. I slipped it on, along with thigh-high stockings, and my little black heeled pumps.

Putting on the tiniest hint of makeup, I dashed back downstairs. Leaning against the doorframe leading to the kitchen, I waited for Edward to notice me.

"Wow, baby, you look beautiful." He grinned once he noticed me.

"You don't look too shabby yourself, stud," I giggled.

Rolling his eyes, Edward replied, "Come on, Bella, I'm only in my office clothes."

"True, however, you look good in anything you wear."

Edward shook his head, but continued to smile while making the dinner. The smell of the carbonara tickled my nose as my stomach growled. I laughed softly at myself, remembering I hadn't eaten since yesterday.

"Hungry are we?" Edward sniggered.

"You know me, never-ending pit."

I sauntered over to lend a hand. Edward motioned to grab some plates. Reaching to the cupboard, I purposely overstretched, letting him get a view of my stockings. Hearing the sharp intake of breath, I shyly smiled over my shoulder. Catching the smouldering look in Edward's eyes, I winked, and returned to fetching the plates.

Carefully plating up dinner, I grabbed a bottle of wine from the fridge, uncorked it, and poured a generous amount into two glasses. The wine was a Chardonnay we both enjoyed, crisp, refreshing yet slightly sweet.

Edward put dinner out on the dining table, as I took the wine over. We sat down to our meal, and I had to admit, Edward was one hell of a cook! The carbonara was beautiful, creamy with a slight hint of oregano, the bacon crispy and the mushrooms juicy.

"I may not have married you for your culinary skills, Mr. Cullen, but they are most definitely a bonus," I sighed.

"Is that so, Mrs. Cullen? If not for my cooking, then what did you marry me for?" he teased.

"Hmm... I think, if I had to base it on one thing, it would be... your ability to make me feel beautiful."

"Make you feel beautiful? Bella, you are beautiful. You were, and still are, the most beautiful woman I've ever seen," Edward said grasping my hand.

I smiled softly at him. Like I'd said, he could always make me feel beautiful. The meal passed comfortable, and my unease about earlier events dissipated. This was the man I had fallen in love with and married.

With dinner finished, I stacked the plates into the dishwasher, deciding not to bother hand washing tonight. I was just about to switch it on, when an arm snake around my waist. Letting out a small squeal of surprise, Edward pressed into my rear, letting me know he was hard as he licked my ear.

"Come on, baby, let's head up," Edward whispered seductively.

Words caught in my throat, I could only nod. I quickly set the washer going as he took my wrist and gently dragged me upstairs. He flicked a lamp in the corner of our room on, casting a soft, golden, glow over us. I raised my hands to his shirt and began undoing the buttons, but Edward stopped me.

"No, tonight is about you, beautiful," Edward whispered.

Spinning me around, I felt his hands on the zip of my dress as he softly lowered it. Letting it pool on the floor, I turned to face him, allowing him the view of my stockings. I pulled my lower lip between my teeth as his eyes raked over me.

Pulling my lip from my teeth, Edward growled. "You know what that does to me, Isabella."

I smiled coyly, sashaying over to our bed, and crawled onto it slowly, deliberately wiggling my ass at him. I flopped onto my back watching to see what he would do next, but he was not standing where I left him. My heart sank, maybe I had taken it too far. We didn't normally play games in the bedroom. Then, my eyes caught movement near the window, Edward was sat in the old rocking chair I kept there. iIt had been my grandmother's—Edward knew I couldn't bear to part with it.

He was gently rocking back and forth, watching me. It clicked; he wanted me to put a show on for him. I clambered off the bed and sauntered to where he sat, stopping off at the hi-fi system and putting some soft, but sexy music on. Listening to the beat, I swayed over his lap, lifted a leg over his and lowered myself. I could feel his cock through the thin fabric of his dress pants. He was rock hard, and only for me. I writhed on him, grinding myself onto his cock, all the while watching his face contort into multiple expressions. Ones of lust, excitement, pain, growling at me. All of it down to what I was doing.

Changing course, I lifted away from his lap and danced sensually in front of him, wiggling my ass straight at his face. I bent down, gripping an ankle with one hand, while sliding my hand up the opposite leg towards my pussy. I teased around my panties, then glided away again before I took it too far too soon. Prancing back to the bed, I laid in the centre of it, spreading my legs wide.

I let my fingers tease the crotch of my panties, but only lightly. There was no way I was going to end this any sooner than I had to. Hooking my thumbs into my panties, I lowered them down my legs and off, flicking them straight at Edward. He caught them without batting an eyelid, grinned at me before inhaling them. I knew I was all over them, the teasing alone had left me soaked.

I left the bed once again, made my way back to Edward and took his hand, motioning for him to stand. He complied, gazing at me, eyes questioning. The button to his pants was already undone, so I slid the zipper down and left his pants to fall around his ankles. Edward was already shoeless and sockless, so he kicked them off, leaving him in just his shirt and boxers. I finished undoing the buttons, got him to shrug it off while I got on my knees and lowered his boxers. His cock sprung back up from the elasticised band of them, and stopped right in front of my lips. I licked my lips, looked up at Edward through my lashes. He was looking back at me, eyes hooded and blazing with lust. I smiled softly at him as I opened my mouth and closed it around the head of his swollen cock. His hiss spurred me on. I slid just a little further down before gliding back up again. It was going to be one hell of a night.

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