(A/N: Yeah, Sorry about not updating this story in a long time. I feel that I've neglected it and I decided that while I'm waiting for my ten reviews on "The Tales of Courting Cinderbella" that I'd make myself useful and update some of my other neglected stories. XD.

Disclaimer: I'm not Stephenie Meyer and her characters do not belong to me. I just well, I'm just a puppet master sometimes. :))

As I drove to Edward's house a couple thoughts occurred to me. What if he really was gay like Alice had suggested? Then, my shameless flirting would be pointless. And, what if he was one of those guys. What if he fit into the…man-whore category?

I didn't exactly remember where Edward's house had been, but I knew that I'd recognize it the moment I saw it. I'd probably also get those feelings of disgust I usually got when I saw the ridiculous homes that wealthy people had.

I pulled up to the house that I was fairly sure was Edward's in a panic. I was nervous. What if the man had a girlfriend and I went to his house while…

The thought made me shudder and I had to think about getting up the nerve to get out of the car. I looked at his house in awe. It was large and white. There was a sunroom jutting out of the side of the second floor that looked like a porch or a balcony but it was entirely surrounded by glass. Upon observation from the driveway I could see a large bookshelf and a couch.

Of course the man liked to read. Hence why he was getting books out from the library. But with a book collection as large as he had in the sunroom I wondered why on earth he'd need to get books out from the library.

I finally mustered the nerve to get out of the car and I grabbed his library card and approached the colossal, white house. I walked up the long driveway and up the porch stairs. I noticed there were gardens on either side of the walk.

His home was "Better Home and Gardens" worthy and I realized that he must have a family of some sort. What kind of man would have the time to keep up a job, piano lessons, reading and house keeping this wonderful? For a fleeting second I assumed that Edward was superman.

When I got to the front of the door I looked at the knocker for a second before taking it in my hands and knocking it against the door three times. My hands suddenly became slick and my throat constricted. Daring me to try to speak when Edward came to the door.

Suddenly there was a voice from behind the door. "If you're selling something leave before I open the door. I already told you, I buy my vacuum cleaners from Wal-Mart. Not door to door salesmen."

I laughed. "I'm not going to try to sell you a vacuum cleaner. I actually came to deliver a library card that you happened to leave in the car, Mr. Cullen."

The door swung open and a shirtless red-faced Edward stood at the door. He was wearing plaid pajama bottoms and socks. My jaw nearly dropped at how toned his body was.

"Hey, Bella." He smiled. "You have my library card?"

I nodded. "Yeah, you left it in my car this morning. I figured you'd want it back and I know where you live. So, I decided to drop it off."

"Shouldn't you be at work?"

"I left early." I said as I handed Edward his library card.

"Oh, well, thank you very much. I owe you one, Bella…." He smiled at me and just as he spoke a woman with long strawberry blond hair stepped behind him. She was wearing a short yellow sundress with white flowers and wore a yellow and white scarf around her neck. She couldn't see me, but I could see her.

"Who's at the door, Edward?" She asked.

He turned to face her. "A friend of mine." He said and as he spoke another woman came into the foyer area. She had long blackish brown hair and was dressed in a dark green long sleeved shirt with a denim mini skirt. Both of the women wore flip-flops.

They both took a look at me and left the room and I stood there in shock. Maybe he was the kind of guy I'd had originally thought, the kind with good looks, lots of money, and two girlfriends.

I knew right away that the two women were not his sisters. He had one brother, according to Alice. I suddenly felt stupid for letting myself think of him the way I had and I knew that I shouldn't have assumed he was single just because he bought me coffee. It was probably nothing more then payback for slamming me in the face with a stack of books.

Or worse. Was he shopping for a third girlfriend?

"I'm sorry, Bella. They can be rude. Would you like to come inside?" He offered.

I couldn't help that my response was bitter. "No, that's quite alright, Edward. I see you have company I don't want to interrupt."

He looked puzzled but he spoke, as I was about to turn away. "Tanya and Kate were just leaving."

My brain automatically assumed the most rational reasoning for why the two women were there with Edward in all his shirtless glory. They were…prostitutes? It only made sense which made Edward even more of a pervert in my mind.

"No." I spoke as I walked back down the walk calling over my shoulder. "That's quite alright. I'll pass."

I went back to my car and pulled out of the driveway and sped home. I just wanted to be home with my fat cat, Prince and another tub of ice cream.

I sure knew how to pick men.


When I got home and settled on the couch with my cat I called Alice.

"Hello?" Alice sounded breathless.

"Hey, Alice. Guess what? Edward has two fricking girlfriends. But I think they were hookers or something because he offered to let me into his house and when I declined he said that they were just leaving and they were so pretty and I'm so stupid and ugh!" I realized my mouth was moving at hyper speed and I stopped talking.

"Wow, I'm glad I stopped my work out. That is some juicy gossip. What did you do? It bothered me that Alice seemed so interested in Edward's hooker girlfriends and not upset for me but that wasn't the point of why I called her. I called her because I wanted to know what she knew about it.

"Wait, so you didn't know about them?" I asked through a mouthful of strawberry banana ice cream.

"Nope. I'm pretty shocked."

"Damn. I was hoping you'd be able to tell me that I'm over-reacting or that they're his sisters or something."

I picked at my fraying jeans as I talked to Alice to keep myself from getting upset.

"You already know they're not his sisters. You sound like you have a thing for him or something." She told me.

I simply shrugged even though she couldn't see me and shoved some more ice cream in my mouth.

"You're awfully quiet." She accused. "Quiet is the sound of guilt.

"I was eating ice cream." I defended myself, which made me sound even guiltier.

"That's heartbreak food, Bella."

Maybe she was right.

Wait! I told myself. Why am I feeling so bad over someone I met today? He's not Romeo and I'm certainly not Juliet.


That night, I had a dream I was at a wedding. Suddenly I was in a dress walking down the isle. There was no groom at the end of the isle waiting for me and there was no one in the pews watching. However, there was a pastor.

He stood there with a bible in his hands and looked up at me.

"You notice there is no man here?"

I nodded.

"Because, he's not Romeo." The pastor pointed to the man behind him who I suddenly recognized. He looked amazing in a tuxedo and his hair was in a casual sort of disarray. He blushed and waved at me and I got butterflies.

To my great displeasure Edward vanished.

"Why would you marry him tonight, Isabella?" The pastor spoke up again. "You just met him today. He's no Romeo; you said it yourself. He's just some stupid pimp. WAKE UP girl."

I was shocked but suddenly the pastor turned into the blond girl I met at Edward's house.

My heart sunk. I think that meant something.