Hey Everyone, thank you all for baring with me with this, I made a lot of changes to this chapter, then realised I didn't want to make them, so then edited it all over again! I hope you enjoy this one, the next few of Eevy Angel's chapters will be coming out much faster, as I only have a little tweaking left to do, there won't be as many changes, but I hope some of you will be able to notice the subtle and not so subtle hints towards the direction this will be headed.

I'll shut up now haha, enjoy.

Disclaimer: I unfortunately do not own Twilight.

Chapter Five

EPOV

Alex..." Tanya, completely absorbed in her character, grabbed my hand to stop me from walking onto the elevators of the small office building, which we were pretending to be an immense conglomerate, we were currently filming at.

I stopped and just looked at her while the doors closed without me stepping in. "Yes?"

She slowly looked up into my eyes and bit her lower lip. In this particular scene she had just discovered that my character had paid the medical bills for her youngest, and head strong, brother after he was in an almost fatal road traffic collision. "Thank-you... You..." She blinked her eyes, trying to not cry. "You don't know what it meant to me... to my whole family..."

I forced ice into my voice as I pushed the planned stray lock of her hair her eyes, picturing Aro and his no relationship clause as I did so. "Health insurance is a part of the job."

"But... Still... I mean..."

I nodded my head towards where the office would be if we were at the studio. Today was completely devoted to independent scenes that needed this elevator, which Marcus had fallen in love with. "You're group is waiting for you... Big brain storming session?"

She stepped back from me. "Yeah, the Donavan account...." she rubbed the back of her neck."It's been hell."

For a moment we shared a slight smile, then I cleared my throat and gave her an awkward pat on the back. "I'm confident that you'll be able to handle it... I wouldn't have put you on the account if I didn't think you could." I reached behind me, pushing the down button, and backed into the stainless steel case. Why Marcus loved this sight was beyond me, marble and steel were far too cold... But, given Alex's personality, they were the perfect design for his multimillion dollar company.

"Thanks... For everything..."

I nodded curtly at her as the doors slid to a close.

Marcus called something from the door's other side as the doors slide open again. One of the crew had rigged the thing to open when the button was pushed, but not to move. It would have been a pain in the ass if I had to continuously travel up and down from set all day.

Everyone seemed to look at me as I walked back into the room. It had been this way since I came to work that morning. Tanya walked over to me, a smile tugging at her lips.

"Lunch break." She explained as we followed the crew and other actors needed for the day's shots to the large conference room of the office block Marcus had hired for the shooting. Camera, lighting and sound equipment was littered everywhere and amongst the chaos was a large table, brought in by our crew, which held a buffet style lunch.

I hung back with Tanya as the rest of the cast and crew grabbed plates and stared to fill them with cold cuts, salad and chips. Tanya and I agreed that the others, especially the hard working crew, should get first pick on any on site food, something that they noticed and seemed to appreciate.

"Hey, Edward, congrats on the baby." One of the camera men, Aaron, gave me an uncertain smile as he walked by with a ham sandwich in hand.

I returned the grin. "Thanks."

He stopped and stood a bit away from me, as if he was afraid of crossing some star/crew line. "My wife just had our fourth girl." He rolled his eyes, but his smile grew. "Pray for a boy, cause once the girls start... there is no ending them... and you slowly drown in oestrogen."

I put my hands in my pockets and let out a mock-arrogant chuckle. "I'm confident it's going to be a boy."

He stepped a bit closer. "That's what we all think." He took a bite from his sandwich, chewed, and only spoke again when he had swallowed. "And never run out of your wife's signature craving food. Right before Maggie, now my youngest, was born we ran out of seedless watermelon... Chaos ensued."

I took step towards him, lowering my voice. "With Bella, it's eggs. A few days ago I bought out a grocery store's entire egg supply."

He gave me a thumbs up and approving nod. "Good thinking."

And that opened the flood gates of congratulations on not only the baby, but also my marriage.

"Well, at least we know who you're always calling." One of the make-up artists, Tonie, smirked over from our slap-dash changing area. I had just finished eating and she was motioning me over to the folding chair in front of a propped up mirror.

"Why didn't you call her today?" Tanya sat down in the chair beside me and let her stylist, Greg, fluffed her already perfect hair.

"She went over to a friend's house this morning, who is getting married in a few months. I don't want to interrupt the womanly bonding... Did it once and it ended badly."

"So that's why you two were in front of a bridal shop." Greg winked at me through the mirror's reflection. "She's gorgeous by the way... Did she ever think of modelling?"

I snorted a laugh. "If you knew Bella, you would know how unlikely that is. She hates cameras... Can't walk in a straight line without tripping over something." This was the most relaxed and open I had ever been on any shoot, modelling or film. It was just so easy to talk about Bella. The anxiety that had been tightening in my chest was slowly easing away as I bantered with and thanked the people around me.

"How are we supposed to know her when you never told us she existed...? Oh, that's right; it was in strict violation of your contact."

Happy, relaxed feeling vanished as I slowly looked up and met Aro's enraged face through the mirror. He was standing right behind me. Clearly, he didn't like the fact that I refused to answer his calls, much less return them, so he had come here to talk to me face-to-face.

I smoothed my facial features, I wasn't a top model for nothing, and got off my chair so I could walk over to him. "Aro, I don't think it's the time or the place for this conversation."

"No, here and now is a perfect time and place--"

"Actually, it really isn't." Marcus walked over to Aro and me, motioning us to walk with him out of the crowded room and into a side stairwell. "We only have this site till the end of the day and there's still a good amount to film."

"You knew." Aro's accusation wasn't a question; it was a statement of fact. "You knew that he was married to some local tramp--"

Marcus spoke before I could respond to Aro's insult, though I think the look on my face clearly screamed my thoughts. "You gave Edward's contract over to me for the duration of the filming, that's five more months. You can have your hissy when that time period is over."

Aro glared at his life-long friend. "Shielding him won't bring Didyme back."

"And threatening to sue the boy won't make him abandon his wife and stay with you." Marcus moved his body so it was slight in front of mine as he towered over the fashion designer. "Which I won't let you do."

"We had a contract." Aro whisper-hissed. I didn't even need to be there for as much attention the two men were paying me. "He broke it."

"Four years ago... And his work never suffered. You always boast about how professional and driven Edward is, so apparently your dating clause is pointless. And that's what is causing you to act like a two-year-old." He turned away from Aro and motioned me to go back into the room with him. "Don't show up at my filming anymore, and don't think about harassing my actor. If you want to sue wait till the end of the filming to send the papers. If not, you'll just me bringing me completely into a fight that I'm only playing ref for at the moment." He opened the door, ushered me in, and turned back at his friend's glaring face. "Have a nice day Aro."

"This isn't over." Aro's eyes were on mine once more. "You can't hide behind Marcus' skirts forever."

I looked Marcus up and down and coolly met Aro's burning gaze. "Funny, I don't think Marcus is a drag queen." I shrugged and turned away, refusing to let my unease show.

I was in big trouble.

"You haven't heard the last of this Edward, not by a long shot, if you think I'm going to take this lightly...well boy, you've got another thing coming. I do not tolerate the breach of my contracts from anyone. You are no exception." Aro seethed, sending me a look that could only be described as deadly, before turning on his heel and sweeping from the room.

A white business card came into my line of sight. It was for a law firm. "Tell them that I sent you." Marcus casually commented as he passed me to go back to his seat. "They're not cheap, but the best never are."

I nodded and pocketed the card. "Thanks... I will."

"And, if I were you, I would talk to your wife about making your marriage more publically exposed. The more the masses are on your side the better the chances are of Aro backing off. He would hate to look like the cold-hearted bastard he really is in the presence of his fans and consumers."

I nodded again. "Yeah, I'll keep that in mind..."

"Good, now finish with hair and make-up, change, and get your ass back at the elevators. If you want to be out of here by a decent hour we need to start moving."

I gave him a brief smile and reclaimed my chair in front of the mirror. While Tonie worked at my face and hair, my mind was busy planning a course of action. It had to start small and work its well onto a larger level, while Bella stayed as protected and hidden as possible...

So...

How to go about it...?