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Chapter 7

The next morning after breakfast, Edward and I did a fair amount of walking a couple of the trails on his property.

I have to admit, his property is absolutely beautiful. Two of the trails were fairly close to his house. They encompassed a magnificent lake. We only took one of these trails since both offered the same view, just at different perspectives.

Another trail we went on had begun to seem endless. This trek had me feeling weary until we reached a clearing. The view here left me absolutely flabbergasted. I was totally in awe. I felt as if I was looking at a painting instead of the magnificent view in front of me.

From where we were standing you could see several mountains with beautiful peaks. In front of the mountains is beautiful, grassy land. A waterfall could be seen between two of the mountains leading into a stream that ran through the beautiful land in front of it. Several different colors of wildflowers littered the land making it absolutely majestic. From this vantage point, you could see several deer spread throughout the grassy areas.

After a tiring day, we finally called it quits on the hiking and returned to the house. We ate dinner and I turned in early because of the exhausting day.

Several days passed with luckily minimal physical interaction between Edward and me. He had to work, so fortunately most of my time was spent in solitude. I still haven't found out exactly what it is that Edward does for a living. The only thing Edward would say was that he had a lot of investments. I get the impression that not all of it is legal. I had also tried to trick some information out of Emmett, but I was unsuccessful.

I really wanted to know more from Edward. I wanted to know what is going on with my apartment. I want to know what happened with my job. I hate my employer thinking that I just quit.

I also wondered if anyone at work would worry about me after not hearing from me. I thought of Angela Weber. She was Mike Newton's secretary. I guess you could say that we became friends. We would sometimes meet in the break room and spend our time filling each other in on our lives. Mine wasn't very interesting. Angela's was. She is engaged to a guy name Ben. I hadn't met him, but Angela had said that she would like for me to meet him soon. When we were lucky enough to have the same lunch hour, we would usually eat our lunch outside or if it rained, in the break room. She was also helpful by frequently interrupting when I had to spend time with Mike. Although Angela and I had not spent any time together outside of work, I would like to believe that she would worry about my welfare.

The reason I did not question Edward at this time was simple. I felt that in order for me to plan my great escape that I needed to prevent arousing suspicions. Edward always seemed defensive and frustrated whenever I questioned his actions or motives. I am hoping to lure him into a false since of security that I have accepted my fate, and am gradually coming to terms with the changes in my life. I hope that if he becomes more comfortable with my acceptance then he will relax some on my security.

I spent part of my time exploring Edward's gigantic mansion. I was always on the lookout for any possibilities that my help me with my escape. I methodically memorized the placement of the exits that I discovered.

I also observed and mentally noted the comings and goings of his employees. I would go to the kitchen and make small talk with the cook so that I could find out the approximate times and days of meat and grocery deliveries. I did my best to calculate the hours that different employees worked. I would observe the demeanor of different employees. I could see who was dedicated to their job and those that were lax in their duties. I did my best to engage in conversation with people. My hope was that if these people were to believe that I had embraced my new life that they would not worry so much about keeping constant tabs on my whereabouts.

I knew I couldn't plan an immediate escape. I had to be cautious and carefully think through all the possible scenarios. I wanted to be certain that when I finally had my chance, I would be successful.

Besides Edward, Emmett was the only person that willingly came on his own to spend time with me. However, my time with Emmett was never as long as I would have liked. He was basically just checking up on me and seeing if I needed anything. I think his efforts at initiating conversation with me were to help me to feel accepted. I don't know if this was at Edward's insistence, but Emmett was a genuinely sweet person. It would be hard to not like Emmett.

I found out from Emmett that he's been married for five years now. His wife's name is Rosalie, and by the way he speaks of her, it is easy to tell that she is the love of his life. They have a two year old son named Jackson. Emmett proudly showed me a picture. His son was adorable; he was absolutely one of the cutest toddlers I have ever seen. His hair was dark and curly like his father's, and Emmett said he has his mother's blue eyes.

Emmett said he and Rosalie have a house here on Edward's property. When I asked him how large Edward's property was, he only replied that it's 'immense'. He never did give me an idea as to what the actual acreage is.

He finally admitted to me that he was Edward's brother. He also said that their brother, Jasper, works with Edward too and also maintains a home on the property. Jasper is also married. Emmett said Jasper's wife's name is Alice. He couldn't help his hearty chuckle when he told me she was a 'ball of energy'. He told me that I should be meeting Jasper soon. I didn't fail to notice that he never said if and when I would meet Rosalie and Alice. It would certainly be nice to have some female companionship. I also wouldn't mind feeling them out to see if they might be swayed to helping me obtain my freedom.

I asked Emmett why he called Edward 'boss' if he was his brother. He said "Well, he is my boss. But, no he doesn't make me call him that. The reason I do it is for the benefit of the others that work for him. They need to know that Edward is the boss; that his word is law here. He deserves their loyalty and respect. Plus, I like to find ways to irritate him and it's easier to do if I'm in 'Employee Emmett' mode. He's least likely to suspect me that way." After he said that he sported a mischievous grin, and I couldn't help but to laugh with him.

Somehow, I bet Emmett is one of only a few people who could get away with irritating Edward. I didn't even seem to have that privilege. Emmett and Edward seem to be pretty close to one another, and from what I can gather the same goes for Jasper.

XxxXxx

Here I find myself now, in my nightgown and robe, sitting on the sofa in the bedroom with my legs curled underneath me. I was so immersed in the book that I was reading that I didn't hear Edward come in, so I was startled when I heard the door close behind him.

"I didn't mean to scare you. Is your book good?" He asked as he was taking off his tie and removing his suit jacket.

"It's not bad. I find myself having to finish a book, whether I like it or not. I always have to follow the story to the end." As I said this I had a quick thought; I hope that whatever the end to my own story is, that it will be the one I want.

After grabbing his pajama bottoms from his dresser drawer, he came over to me and kissed me on my forehead.

"I'm going to take a quick shower and I'll join you in a few minutes. Why don't you call down to the kitchen and have them bring up a bottle of wine?"

"Sure, that sounds good. I'll see you in a few." I said as I rose from the sofa and made my way to the intercom.

A few minutes later, Norman, the grey haired man, knocked on the door. He came in and wished me a good evening as he placed the bottle, chilled in ice, on the coffee table. He pulled the bottle from the ice and removed the cork and poured two glasses for us.

Right after Norman left, Edward exited the bathroom. He put away his clothes and then decided to grab a t-shirt to put on. I am so glad that he did that. It is hard not to look at his beautiful, chiseled, muscular chest and abs without wanting to roam my hands all over it. I also hate it when he catches me eyeing him. I don't want to give him the impression that he turns me on, because he doesn't. Yeah, right Bella. You just keep telling yourself that; maybe you can fool yourself into believing it.

He walked over to me wearing that breathtaking, crooked grin of his that always leaves me dazzled, and momentarily incapacitated. Edward picked up our wine glasses and handed me one as he sat down next to me. Luckily, I have regained my senses.

"Bella is everyone treating you well here?" he asked as he sipped his wine.

"Yes, everyone has been very hospitable. You have some really nice people working for you." I really did seem to like everyone I have met so far. There is the exception of James and Laurent, but they are no longer employed here. Although, Demetri is one of the few people I have been unable to engage in conversation. I don't mind though, he does seem ill-mannered and somewhat dangerous to me.

"I'm glad. I want you to feel comfortable here, after all this is your home now too. Please let me know if there is anything you need sweetheart. I don't want you to want for anything," he said sincerely.

"Well, this may seem silly to you. I would like my purse. I had it with me when I was taken." I knew I had some money in there and I will need it when I am finally free of this place. Unfortunately, I do not have a cell phone because I couldn't afford it, and I really didn't see the need to have one since I didn't have anyone I needed to keep in touch with.

"Of course, Bella; I didn't even think about that. I'll have Emmett retrieve it for you tomorrow."

"Thank you, Edward. I would really appreciate that." I said remembering to stay calm and looking at ease. However, inside I was beginning to get angry remembering everything that has been taken from me. Come on Bella. It's important that he believes you are beginning to be happy here. You can't afford to get angry now.

"Is there anything else you need?" he asked.

I debated whether or not to ask him about what I wanted. However, I decided that if I spoke calmly of this and showed that my intentions would work in his favor, then he hopefully would not become upset.

"I'd like to go to my apartment," he started to interrupt me before I could finish.

"Wait, just hear my reasons first" I said as calmly and politely as I could.

"I would like to get some of my clothes. I also have some favorite books that I like to read over and over again. There are also some sentimental items that remind of my parents that I would very much like to have. I just feel that having all these things will help me to feel more at home here." I prayed that he would take it to mean that I was beginning to think of this as my home now. I knew if he believed that, then he would be very pleased.

And he was.

"I think that is an excellent idea. Bella, you mean so much to me. I really want you to be happy here with me. If you make a list of what you would like, then I can have my men go pack it up for you and bring it here."

No, no, no. I have to go. If I do, maybe I can escape from there.

Okay, be calm. Speak pleasantly and smile at him. Flirt if you need to. You need to find a way to get what you want.

"Edward," he seems to really like it when I say his name. I need to remember to say it more.

"Thank you; it really makes me happy to know that I will soon have some of my belongings here with me." I looked down and then looked up, slowly peaking at him from underneath my lashes, and smiling sweetly at him.

"Edward, I really don't want anyone else going through my things. It's very personal and important to me, and I wouldn't feel comfortable knowing someone else was going through my possessions. I especially prefer to handle things that belonged to my parents myself. They are very sentimental, and I would like to keep this private from your employees. Then when I have these here, I can share them with you." I smiled, hoping it seemed innocent and would please him.

He looked deep in thought for a few moments. Luckily, though he did not seem upset.

"Next week, you and I will go to your apartment. You will be able to carefully pack anything you want, and I will be there to help you. We can bring everything you would like here and store the rest. We can get rid of anything you may not want anymore. I'll have to check my schedule and see which day works best. It will be nice to do this together." He said seeming thoroughly pleased with his answer.

Together. Great. Yes, and then afterwards maybe we can go pick out china patterns. Not!

"Yeah, that'd be nice." I said hoping I didn't sound disappointed.

I knew the possibility of me being left alone in my apartment was slim to none. I had just hoped that I might be able to find a way to flee. Of course, with Edward with me, any of the slim possibilities I had prayed for were now destroyed.

Edward took my empty glass of wine and placed it with his on the coffee table.

He then got unbearably closer to me and whispered in my ear. "I'm so happy that you are beginning to like it here. We are going to live a wonderful life together."

I could feel his warm breath on me. I could smell him. He had an intoxicating aroma that almost seemed like a mixture of cinnamon and sandalwood. However, I lost all thoughts when he gently began sucking on my earlobe. It brought wonderful sensations all the way down to my toes.

He then went from my ear to kissing down along my jaw line. He made his way to the corner of my lips. I took in a quick breath and was unable to make any sort of connection with my brain.

Soon, his lips were on mine, and he began gently sucking on my bottom lip. His hands moved to the back of my neck and I was pulled even closer to him. He then switched to sucking on my top lip.

It's very sad that I have never kissed a guy before. I wasn't sure what to do. I was just letting my instincts take over. I couldn't even think.

Edward gently nudged my lips open with his. His tongue explored my tongue and soon began to gently caress mine. Oh, but did he taste divine! Instinctively, I wrapped my arms around his neck and our kiss suddenly deepened and became more passionate.

We finally had to break the kiss due to lack of oxygen. Edward, however, began kissing down my throat to my collarbone.

Take a breath Bella. Oh my Lord, that tingling feeling just tightened and damn, did it feel good!

After he stopped kissing me, he connected our foreheads together and smiled, once again fanning his delectable smell around me. I soon realized I was sitting across his lap with my arms still around his neck. Edward's arms were wrapped around my waist. I don't even remember him lifting me.

After a few more moments, my brain cells regrouped and began slowly pouring thoughts back into my conscious.

Why did I kiss him back? Because you wanted to. No, I didn't want it and I didn't enjoy it. Liar!

"I've wanted to do that for so long now. God, Bella, you are so amazing." Even with his head so close to mine, I could see his face break out into that knee knocking grin.

Get a hold of yourself before things escalate. You're not ready for that. Although, if the sensations are even better than the ones from kissing, it might be worth it. Shut up Bella!

"Uh, Edward, I…um am really tired. I'm ready to go to sleep." It seems as if my articulate ability was lost somewhere between the kissing and my warring thoughts.

When I climbed into bed, I noticed to my horror that I had laid down in the middle of the bed instead of my usual position, curled up in a ball near the edge.

Before I could even move, Edward had wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me closer to him.

Oh well, I guess this will help to convince Edward that I am surrendering to my feelings. No, I mean surrendering to the situation, not feelings because there are no feelings. Mmm Hmm, you keep telling yourself that. I've got to do something soon.

XxxXxx

I had a very uneasy sleep. My dreams were strange. I would see glimpses of my mother and father, but they were shaking their heads as if they were disappointed in me. Then I saw myself back at work, but no one seemed to notice me at all, even Mike. It was as if I was a ghost, and no one could see me.

My dreams became stranger. I began getting a strange sensation that started in the pit of my stomach. It wasn't uncomfortable. In fact, it felt rather good, different than anything I've ever felt. I could feel great pleasure in my breasts. It felt as if one of them was being massaged. Enjoying my sleep, I turned on my back and then it felt like both of my breasts were being massaged.

I never had a sexual dream feel so real. I felt something wet on my nipple and it was so arousing. Damn, that feels good! Then I felt my whole breast being sucked. My eyes flew open. I realized I wasn't dreaming.

I looked down to see Edward reverently taking my left breast in his mouth and sucking on it. His left hand was kneading my right breast. He released my breast and flicked his tongue over my nipple; he then put his mouth to work on my right breast and began massaging the left.

I noticed my short nightgown was pulled up to just below my neck. I couldn't find my voice to tell him to stop because speech was just an impossibility right now. I'm ashamed to admit it, but deep down I don't believe I wanted him to stop.

He then moved his mouth up to my neck and began kissing and lightly sucking on it. Oh, God!

One of his hands left my breast and traveled down to the top of my panties and then his hand slipped inside. He glided his fingers back and forth from the bottom of my slit to the top. I knew I should tell him to stop, but I knew I would not be able to speak coherently. Admit it; you don't want him to stop.

Suddenly he gently slid one of his fingers inside my vagina and began to slowly pump it. My breathing hitched, and I couldn't believe the wonderful, tingling feeling spreading throughout my body. When he added another finger inside of me, a small gasp escaped my lips as my body adjusted to the new feeling.

He was no longer kissing my neck. His other hand was still on my breast gently massaging it.

"Don't." I finally said in a broken whisper. "Please, stop it." I didn't sound too convincing.

"Shh, it's okay Bella, sweetheart." He said softly and looked up at me. "I just want to make you feel good."

I closed my eyes and took in a deep breath.

"Just relax Bella, and let your body feel." He said huskily.

My eyes opened wide when I felt him pulling down my panties.

He looked up at me and saw the fear in my eyes. "It's okay, Bella. We're not going to have sex today. I told you, I just want to make you feel good."

Before I could say anything to him, he lowered his head to the apex between my legs. He nudged my legs open as he settled himself between them. He once again resumed stroking me and then entering my vagina with his fingers. He was watching his fingers pumping in and out of me as he began to increase their speed.

I closed my eyes again, feeling embarrassed of being so closely observed.

He removed his fingers and then suddenly I felt his tongue lick up and down my slit.

I couldn't help the moan that escaped my lips. I didn't want this man to know how good he made me feel, and I didn't want to enjoy it. However, my body had different ideas. Benedict Arnold! Damn body betraying me!

Out of nowhere, his tongue thrusted inside me. He was pumping it back and forth like he had done with his fingers. The feeling was unimaginable. I bit my lip trying my best to stifle my moans, but not really succeeding.

He then went back to licking up and down my slit. He did several passes before he centered his tongue on my clitoris. He then put two of his long fingers inside me and began pumping them in and out of me furiously. He seemed to go deeper each time and then began curling them the further back they reached.

"Ah, Edward." I didn't mean to call out his name. I just seem to not be able to control my mind or body.

His tongue on my clit produced a feeling I didn't even know existed. Between that and his magical fingers, I felt an ecstasy like none I'd ever felt before. Suddenly, my legs began shaking and I couldn't help the sounds I made as my head thrashed back and forth on the pillow. I literally lost my vision for a few moments as I was totally engulfed in euphoria.

So that's what an orgasm feels like.

Thankfully, everything slowed. As good as it felt, I didn't think I could handle much more. It was if I kept feeling that, then I would explode.

"Oh God, Bella. You taste so fucking good. I loved the way my fingers felt inside you," he said sounding out of breath himself.

He grabbed my panties and threaded my feet through the legs and pulled them back up, and then he pulled my nightgown back down.

Edward settled himself beside me and wore a smug expression that I just wanted to slap right off of him. He pulled me up on my side and held me close against his body.

I could feel his huge erection right against my thigh. Ew, don't expect anything in return. Bastard!

Even though what he did felt unimaginably great, he had no right to do it. I wanted to curse at him and beat the hell out of him. But, logically I knew that it wouldn't do me any good. Plus, if I wanted things to go in my favor then I needed to control my emotions.

So, I just practiced the old saying, 'If you can't say anything nice, don't say anything at all.'

I just can't let Edward sidetrack me.

I feigned sleep until it finally took me over, saving me from all my troubling, confusing thoughts.

~~XxxXxx~~

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