B – So, I know we promised smutty goodness in this chapter… but sad to say there is none because if we added it to this chapter it would've have been like 30 pages long! Lol, so… we promise, "Date Night: Part Two" is going to be so fucking hot you guys aren't going to know what do with yourselves!! Hehe. Enjoy Masen's and Bella's date – I'm sure you'll get some answers you guys might have still.

Don't forget to check out my new smutty one shot called, "May I".

K- OK!! IMPORTANT!!! Before you go on to read the incredible chapter you must know that Becca and I had our first fight - we yelled, we cried, we apologized, now we love each other more than ever!! LOL kidding!!! but seriously, we did discuss the name confusion some of you guys were having. So, this chapter will hopefully explain most of your concerns... that said, keep in mind that the names DO NOT reflect or foresee who Bella will end up with. That, I dare say, is a surprise to even us :P!! So please enjoy the chapter!!:D

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Bella POV

"You must think I'm fucking retarded if I'm going to wear that Alice, and on a date night no less!" I screeched at my other best friend, Alice Brandon; she seemed to pout at my rant.

"But, Bella, these will make your tummy flatter and your ass perkier!" Alice replied desperately, all while holding up a pair of what looked like huge "granny" panties for me to see.

Oh, hell no!

Emmett's laughter filled the background at the expense of my humiliation.

"Just shut the fuck up, McCarty, or I will break out my four inch heels this time and kick you where your future babies come from!" I yelled from my bedroom; I heard a slight wince from my dining room.

Good.

I sighed.

What the hell is he even doing here?

--Being supportive.

Supportive my ass! He's here to make my life insanely miserable.

--Well, yeah... and also to empty out the refrigerator.

Right.

I looked back towards Alice, her tiny hands still gripping onto the horrible overgrown panties.

"Alice, I am not wearing those… what if… what if things get… you know?"

Alice raised an eyebrow.

"No, I don't know, Bella…" Alice replied innocently.

"She wants Masen to fuck the shit out of her. You should see the way she drools over him at the office," Emmett called from the hallway.

"That's it! Emmett McCarty… say goodbye to your future children!" I said, grabbing a pair of four-inch heels and stomping out of my bedroom, only to find Emmett backed up against the wall, his hands cupping his jewels.

"Kidding, Bella, kidding!"

I huffed, turned around to stomp back to my bedroom, and grabbed the granny panties from Alice.

"Are you subtly implying that I'm fat, Alice?" I asked her with a poisonously sweet tone.

Answer wisely, oh best friend of mine.

"No, Bella, of course not!" Alice feverishly said.

"You have an amazing figure. It's just that dress is not very forgiving and these will lift your butt. I promise it's just what the dress is missing for your date."

A date – right. It could be more of a business meeting, I suppose.

---A sexy business meeting, Bella.

I eyed the offensive panties. Masen had called twenty minutes ago to confirm our dinner, and Alice and Emmett had been in my apartment since I got off work trying to "prepare" me for the evening.

Alice had been helpful - Emmett not so much - but I was desperate to get them out of here as soon as possible so they had no chance of bumping into Masen when he finally arrived.

--Just try them on and she'll leave! You can take them off after she's gone and put one of those Victoria Secret ones your Mother bought for you!

Ugh, maybe not.

--Why not?

Masen: 'Nice panties, Swan.'

Me: 'Thanks, my Mom picked them out.'

--Oh, well, good point then.

"Okay, okay. Give me those," I said, stepping into my bathroom and squishing myself into them.

--Maybe we can afford to lose a few, Bells…

Shut up!

When I finally walked out of the bathroom, I stood in front of my full size mirror and critically observed my attire. I was wearing a knee length black cocktail dress; it was slim fit and it clung to my body perfectly. The fabric was simple, making it not too over the top for me.

Alice, of course, was right. The only difference the panties made was on my butt. It had made it more pronounced, making the dress look even better than I could ever imagine.

"Well, you were right… about the panties I mean."

Alice smirked, and before she could say her famous "I'm always right" comment, Emmett peeked into my room, munching an apple. His eyes slowly scanned my form, clearly checking me out and assessing the wardrobe.

"Well?" I finally asked.

Once he swallowed, he whistled in a low tone, "Wow, Bells, you're really asking for it tonight, aren't you?"

I blushed, unable to defend myself, while Emmett continued in a high pitched voice as he groped the side of my door frame and proceeded to hump it.

"Oh please, Masen... yes, take me… take me now! Bend me over and ..."

Even if I was outraged at his words, I couldn't help but grin at the pretty fucking hot image Emmett painted.

How the hell am I going to survive this dinner?

--Masen… bent over… dress over my hips… hands gripping my hips…

Snap out of it!

--Sorry! I had an uh… moment.

"Is there a reason your here?" I asked, trying to regain control of my flailing anger and my growing lust.

"Aw, Bells, come on. You know I'm joking. You look beautiful," Emmett said apologetically.

I sighed and turned to Alice, "Is the dress too much?"

Alice's eyes almost popped out of her little head, "Of course not, Bella!" she cried, slightly outraged.

"No, Bella, I was joking, really," Emmett's voice reassured me from the doorway.

I nodded, trusting Emmett against my better judgment; even if he was a goof, he wouldn't let me wear anything that was too exaggerated.

"Um, so are you ready?" Emmett asked.

"Yeah, just about. I just need to find my purse. You guys should really be on your way…" I said, running my hands through my styled hair.

"Awe, but I wanted to meet him!" Alice interrupted. I shook my head feverishly.

No fucking way that was happening.

"Well, you'll get your chance… he's on his way up," Emmett announced.

What?!

"What?!" I cried, looking at Emmett who took a final bite of his apple and threw it into the trash.

Alice seemed to be beaming with pure excitement.

"Yeah, the doorman called while you were in the bathroom and I told him it was ok for Masen to come up," he answered nonchalantly.

No, no, no!

--Crap, crap, and double crap!

Before my mind could process a way out of the "meeting of the overbearing friends" scenario, the doorbell rang.

Fuck me.

"I'll get it," Alice sang cheerfully, dancing her way over to the main door. I caught a glimpse of Emmett, who I preceded to glare at. However, he just shrugged and followed behind Alice.

Oh, God. Please help!

--I'm sure they won't be that bad.

Won't be that bad? It's Alice and Emmett, for Christ's sake.

--Touché.

Masen POV

"Are you sure it's okay with Ms. Swan for this gentleman to come up?" the doorman spoke into the phone while eyeing me intently.

What the fuck was his problem?

I tapped my ID impatiently on the counter. So far this kid had made me sign in, go through the metal detector twice, checked every last bit of the information on my ID, and had yet to let me up to Bella's apartment. It was almost as if the kid didn't want me to meet Bella. I looked at the nametag on his uniform.

Jacob Black

"Listen, Black. Bella is expecting me. So, let's cut the bullshit and let me in. That's your job, isn't it?" I was aware of my impoliteness, but the kid had trialed my patience around five minutes ago.

"Just a moment, sir," Jacob replied with disdain in his voice. "Okay, he'll be up in a moment," he said to the receiver.

"You may go up. In the future, please inform Be- I mean Ms. Swan - that she has to let us know of any visitors she's expecting," the kid said as he gave me a visitor's pass.

I took the pass and smirked at him. "Oh, there will be no need for that, Jakey, you already know me and I plan to visit Bella as much as possible." I taunted at the obviously over jealous boy.

I snorted.

Boy.

"Have a good night then, Mr. Masen."

I could tell it took everything Black had in him to say the routinely doorman lingo. I cocked an eyebrow at him.

"Oh, I will, Jakey, believe me I will," I said in a sing-song voice as I headed for the elevator doors.

"Asshole," Jacob muttered - not quietly enough as I still heard his desperate insult.

"Wanker," I replied cheerfully as the elevator closed.

I leaned against the back wall of the elevator and sighed. I didn't know why the kid's prattish attitude irked me so much. Usually, I just dismissed that kind of behavior, but I was so eager to see Bella, that spending ten minutes waiting had exasperated me to no end.

Really, Edward, he's just your typical wanker. Get over it.

I tried to rationalize with myself that the only reason that I was eager to see Bella was to get into her pants and hassle my dear brother. But the truth was that I was attracted to Bella since the moment she'd stepped into today's meeting.

I had every intention of getting her attention and of getting in her other aspects before my dear brother displayed some sort of protection towards her. Sure, it made the game that more interesting for me, but then again I couldn't deny the ever emasculating butterflies I felt every time I was near her.

Last time I felt like this was with… well, Tanya.

I smirked at that thought. Even if Cullen had managed to marry her, it was I who got the last laugh in that situation.

I was completely pleased to see my brother had already dug his own grave when it came to Bella; she seemed genuinely interested in accepting my invitation, even if it was just to spite my brother.

No matter. I'll show her Cullen has nothing on me.

The elevator stopped on Bella's floor, interrupting my line of thought. I made my way over to the door with the number 33 and rang the doorbell.

After a few paused seconds, a petite woman with spiky black hair answered the door.

"You must be Edward, please come in," she said, pulling me in with a lot more force that I thought possible of her.

"Um, yes –"

"I'm Alice; Bella will be out in a second," the pixie rudely interrupted.

I looked around in confusion for a moment. The big brute named Emmett stood near the back of the room, looking at me intently. Honestly, I was a little intimidated by the prat, even if I was his boss.

"Hey, man," he said nonchalantly.

"Hello…" I replied somewhat curtly.

What's with the friend ambush?

I immediately got the feeling that I was being "sized up." Needless to say, I didn't fucking like it. I never really understood how one should act in these kinds of situations - not that I ever stuck around much for the "meet the friends" shit - so I was slightly surprised that Bella felt the need to submit me for inspection before we went to dinner.

Ball-sy for a chick.

I like it.

The pixie who introduced herself as Alice started yakking away about the weather or some other shit. Of course, I couldn't care less; I wasn't really paying attention due to the fact that I was currently in a "stare off," or what I liked to call a "fuck off" competition with the big prat named Emmett McCarty. I was determine not to lose when a delicate hand came into my line of vision and slapped the back of Emmett's head, thus giving me the win.

Victory, ha!

"Damn it, Bella! You let him win!" Emmett whined, rubbing the back of his head.

"Are you fucking twelve?" Bella asked, exasperation clear in her tone.

Before Emmett could reply, Bella turned to me give me a shy smile that made the butterflies appear in my stomach once more. I greedily scanned her form and a more familiar stir instantly appeared in my crotch.

She looks fucking amazing…

--Or maybe amazingly fuckable.

I smirked at my inner thoughts. "Bella, you look beautiful. Shall we?" I asked, motioning towards her front door.

To my surprise Bella blushed at my compliment, something that I found very endearing. It's had been a while since I saw a woman blush at a simple compliment; it made me wonder what lovely shade her skin would take at the expense of my bedroom vocabulary.

"Of course, Edward," Bella answered, stepping forward.

I opened the door for her, but before she stepped out, she turned to her friends, "I expect you both out of here before eleven."

Alice was practically jumping with excitement, "Oh, don't worry, Bella, we won't be here by the time you get back, promise."

"Wrap it up, Bells," Emmett simply added.

I furrowed my brow in confusion.

Wrap it up?

Bella blushed feverishly at Emmett's statement, grabbed my hand, and yanked me out of the apartment. In a feeble effort to be polite, I managed to say goodbye to Bella's interesting friends before she shut the door.

"Sorry about that. They're… not mentally stable," she said sheepishly.

I laughed at her comment. "No need to apologize, my dear Bella. I do have one question though… what did Emmett mean by 'wrap it up'?" I asked curiously, my finger tapping at my chin.

Bella's eyes widened and she stumbled with her words. "Oh, well you know… Emmett, just being Emmett…" she managed, waving her hand dismissively and heading for the elevator - granting me a wonderful view of her plump ass and making me completely forget what we were even discussing.

Bella POV

I quickly entered the elevator and took a deep breath before Masen got in. I tried to calm my quickening heartbeat but it was simply impossible with Edward around. The sight of those deep emerald eyes, his playful smirk, and sexy accent were going to be the death of me. Not to mention he looked simply doable in his tight black slacks and his button-down dark green shirt that had the first two buttons open - which practically screamed for my itching hands to touch his exposed chest. He finished the look with a simple black jacket. He had also shaved since this morning, leaving a wonderfully smooth chin and his hair looked a little wet but still tousled; I simply wanted to run my hands through it.

Masen cleared his throat and I knew I've been caught staring; I blushed yet again and looked away.

I heard an amused chuckle come from him.

Really, can't you control yourself?

--I can't help it… sorry.

You're making us look like fucking idiots!

--Okay, okay, geez.

"So, where are we going?" I tried to ask nonchalantly, taking the focus off of me.

"I made reservations at One If by Land, Two If by Sea. Have you been there?"

I hoped my expression was not as amazed as the inside of my mind. I had heard of the place - everyone who was anyone is Manhattan had heard of it. It was the best restaurant in town, not to mention one of the most expensive.

"Yes, I mean no, I've never been there, but I've heard good things."

"I'm sure you'll love it."

The elevator stopped at the lobby and we stepped out.

When we reached the main reception, Masen stepped a little too close. One of his legs stepped right in front of mine and I tripped over them. He immediately grabbed my waist and held me close to him as we continued to walk past the reception area.

I smiled at Jacob, the doorman, who gave me a weary smile. Just when I was about to say goodnight to him, Masen leaned in so close that I could feel his breath on my ear - it immediately sent shivers down my spine.

"You smell and look utterly fantastic, Ms. Swan," he whispered against my ear.

I closed my eyes as the sensation of lust washed over my body because of his closeness. I was simply at a loss of words, and before I knew it, the cold air around us let me know we were already outside. He gently released me and helped me into a waiting cab. The ride was pleasantly quiet as I tried to control myself; he, on the other hand, just looked out the window, seemingly enjoying the city lights.

Somehow that simple act gave me the courage I needed.

"How do you like New York?" I asked, trying to ease my pent up sexual tension.

"I love it; it's so honest here. No bullshit - everything is out in the open, just my style of city," he answered with a smile.

"Where are you from?" I asked.

He looked at me for a moment and then answered, "I was actually born here in the States, but I moved to London when I was ten."

I suddenly remembered all the answers I wanted to get, in particular the obvious differences between him and his brother, Edward.

"And Edward… I mean your brother... he stayed here, in the States?"

Unlike Cullen, who seemed very uncomfortable with the name confusion, Masen just laughed. "You can call him William and I'm sure that will ease the confusion, right?"

I looked at him complexed. Masen must have seen the confusion in my expression because he turned to look at me apologetically.

"Let's just settle this over dinner, shall we?" he asked.

I nodded. "Well, until then, I'll just have to call you Masen. Deal?" I asked impatiently.

If he wasn't going to make things easier for me, then I was going to make my own rules.

"Whatever pleases you, Swan," he replied playfully.

As if on cue, the driver stopped in front of the restaurant. Masen got out and offered me his hand, and soon afterwards we were settled in a beautiful table with a fantastic view of the city. Masen proceeded to order some wine, and when the waiter left, I got to work with my twenty questions.

"Okay, Masen, I think I've waited long enough. What is the deal with your family?" I looked at him with determination; I wanted answers, damn it.

He looked at me mischievously, "What would you like to know?"

"Well, why are you and your brother so different? And why are -" I was interrupted by the waiter, who began to serve the wine.

Masen thanked him, tasted the small amount the waiter had poured, and then filled both of our glasses. "My full name is Edward James Masen and my brother is named Edward William Masen-Cullen. Only, he doesn't use the name Masen anymore."

He took another sip of the wine and gestured at me to do the same. "What do you think?"

"Well, that Esme must not have a lot of imagination if she named both of you Edward," I answered without thinking.

Edward laughed. "I meant the wine."

I felt my face grow warm with embarrassment.

Stupid word vomit!

I took a sip. "Delicious," I added lamely.

"We were named Edward, in honor of our grandfather, Edward Pratt. He supported my mother when she left my dad while still pregnant."

"Oh." I became even more embarrassed by my comment but I didn't say more. Masen was finally opening up and I didn't want to interrupt him.

"Esme didn't think we would both like the name Edward better than our respective names, but she was obviously wrong, wasn't she?" He gave an amused look, then continued. "However, she still calls us by our middle names. I'm James and my brother is William to her. She actually hates that we fight over the name Edward."

"And the last names?"

Masen sighed but continued. "Esme married my dad, Victor Masen, when she was really, really young. They met in London, fell in love, got pregnant, and got married. Victor told Esme that he wasn't ready to settle down with 'just one woman' and my mom ended up leaving him and returning to the States with my grandfather. We lived in Seattle with my grandpa until he died…"

Masen paused for a moment looking out the window; he seemed lost in a memory.

"You really loved your grandfather, didn't you?" I asked, automatically reaching for his hand. I felt an urge to comfort him.

He took my hand in his and entwined his fingers with mine, giving me a small smile.

"I did… and so did William, hence the name fight," he laughed, the mood slightly lightening.

"Up until then, William and I had spent summers in London with my dad. When Grandpa died, Victor asked my mom to come back and start over. She was already dating Carlisle so she simply refused. That year my mom and Carlisle got married and I moved back with my dad." He said, finishing his glass of wine.

"Didn't you like Carlisle?"

"I… don't dislike him," he replied with a small smile. "I felt my place was with my real father, Victor. William, on the other hand - well, he never really cared for our father so he ended up staying with Carlisle and took his last name… I decided to keep mine."

"Wow," I said for a better lack of words - I didn't know what else to say.

"Yeah, not your typical American family, huh?" he asked as I polished off my own glass.

I snorted. "Please, as if I know what's normal. My mother has made sure I never felt normal."

Masen laughed heartedly. "Really, what do you mean?"

We started the conversation regarding my mother's constant torture with ballet classes or any sort of thing that might help me fit into society, my father's supportive attitude, and my constant wish for siblings. From then on, Masen and I talked about everything, from hobbies and book lists to college antics, in which Masen was determined to find out just how much sexual experimenting I had done.

"So, any curiosities that occurred in college, Swan? You know, the usual… naked pillows fights, late night skinny dipping… anything to that degree?"

I shook my head, giggling; the wine was now flowing freely.

He picked up his glass, his finger tapping the side of it, "You know, that's rather disappointing, Bella … I thought you were more of the risqué type…" He raised an eyebrow as if he was silently challenging me.

Feeling the liquid courage, I leaned into the table, my face inches from Masen.

"You know, I never really found someone to…" I licked my lips playfully, "to experiment with." Masen seemed to grin at this and leaned in even closer - his sweet breath, dancing over my lips.

"Let's get out of here. What do you say, Bella?"

I nodded slowly, the wine making my insides gleeful. He stood up and reached for my hand and I gladly gave it to him. We walked into the chilly night air and I shivered as he hailed a taxi.

"Cold?" he asked as a taxi pulled up beside us.

I nodded feverishly, "Yes! I fucking cannot stand the cold weather…"

Before I could continue with my rant about how much I hated the cold, Masen had me pinned up against the taxi, his luscious lips attacking mine.

He's kissing me, he's kissing me!

--Shut up and let's enjoy it…

I think I'm enjoying it way more than I should.

This kiss… this kiss wasn't like any kiss I've ever experienced. It was… was…

--Hot? Steamy? Panty soaking…

Yes, yes, and oh, my God, yes!

His lips meshed perfectly with mine, the kiss becoming more passionate and intimate at the same time. His tongue eagerly traced my lips, silently asking for entrance - which of course, was easily granted. His body pressed into mine, making me forget all about stupid fucking cold air, and when his hands suddenly grazed my waist, I knew this kiss wasn't meant to end…

And just like that… it was over. I think I pouted. I lustfully opened my eyes to see Masen smirking at me, his lips still just hovering over my newly swollen ones.

"I can keep you warm, Bella," his velvet voice purred against the coolness of my lips. I stood there, incoherently trying to process his words.

I shook my head out of my blankness as he smiled suggestively. He was completely oblivious to my internal struggle.

--What are you doing? That smile, Isabella, screams "FUCK ME!"

Maybe that's what I want.

--He's the boss. Your boss…

"Bella?" he asked once again, the crooked smile - which I had come to love - dazzling me.

So what if he's the boss? I've never felt like this before.

--I have a bad feeling about this.

I shrugged away my worries. I looked into Masen's smoldering eyes and answered, "Yes, Edward?"

His hand rose to cup my cheeks, his lips touching mine once more.

That's it. Ask me… ask me now.

"Do you want to go back to my place?" he whispered.

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