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Chapter 7

EPOV

The last 4 weeks had been a living hell for me; working with Bella and seeing her every day but not being able to touch her how I desperately wanted to, and do the most unspeakable things to her. Every time I see her it takes everything in me not to throw her on my desk and have a repeat of Las Vegas. I'm not sure if she feels the same as I, but if the way I see her pressing her legs together and squirming in her seat when we are in the same room, followed by a blush, is anything to go by I'd say she does.

However, just because I suspect this, doesn't mean I'm going to act on it. It's almost as though I'm a changed man, my brothers would be so proud. Before I went to Las Vegas, I would jump on any gorgeous woman who was into me and have my wicked way with her within a matter of hours of meeting her, but now those females cannot effect me one little bit; and as far as Tanya is concerned I have to think of Bella just to get hard so I can fuck her. It's all very messed up, and whenever I'm done with Tanya I feel guilty which is an emotion that until recently I had never felt.


Bella and I had just finished our Wednesday evening meeting, and I was watching Bella out of the corner of my eye. She sat there looking as though she was contemplating something. Five minutes had passed and I yet to even open my emails because Bella's presence had me so intoxicated that I was distracted from my work.

"Bella," I said averting my gaze so it was completely trained on my screen. "You can go now."

I clicked open on the email that had just popped up on my screen; it was from Aro Volturi of Volturi&Co. What did that fucker want now? Volturi&Co had been a colossal pain in Cullen International's side for the last 10 years, and they would stop at nothing to destroy us both literally and figuratively. I closed my eyes and rubbed my temples before scanning the email, my blood began to boil with every word I read.

Good evening young, naive Edward,

I hope you are well, especially after the sudden and unexpected loss of the Newton deal. How on earth did that happen, I wonder?

I must say that lousy cretin Jessica sure did come up with the goods when she passed this to me. It's the only thing that saved her poor sister from rotting in a jail cell.

What can I say Eddie boy; at the end of the day we simply put a better deal on the table than you.

I have to say I thought you would have put up more of a fight, Carlisle sure would've done.

Speaking of your father, I'm sure he will soon be regretting the day he let you take over his precious company.

Aro Volturi

CEO Volturi&Co

I averted my eyes briefly from the screen in front of me and saw Bella hesitating by the door. She had her right hand on the door handle, but had yet to open it.

Why the fuck hadn't she left already? It honestly doesn't take much to just pull a handle down and push. Doesn't she have somewhere she would much rather be? With her friends? A boyfriend? Fuck maybe she had a kitty that needed some loving?

Her shoulders slouched and she removed her hand from the handle. I quickly moved my gaze back to the screen, as I tried to contain the anger that had flared up inside me because of Voluturi.

I counted back from 5 in my head slowly; the fury I felt for Volturi slowly dissipating with each number, before looking up at her with what I hoped was a confused expression.

"We need to talk," she said softly after sitting back down in the chair she had just vacated seconds ago.

I studied her as she sat there fiddling with her hem of her skirt, looking down at the floor as though it was the most interesting thing in the world. She would look up, open her mouth as if she was about to say something and then lower her head again. It was quite endearing behaviour at first, and I could tell she was nervous about something, but gradually it started to get on my nerves.

"Any time today would be great Bella," I snapped at her, when I finally couldn't take her silence any longer. "My time is very precious and I, unlike you, have an important job to do. So just spit out whatever you have to say and get out of my office."

Bella lifted her head and looked at me with shock and anger written all over her beautiful face.

"Well sorry for trying to find the right way to tell you I'm pregnant," she yelled at me standing up from her seat. "And yes before you ask, you are the father you arrogant prick."

My jaw dropped and I'm sure it would've hit the floor if that was possible. Before I could even begin to gather my thoughts, she ran from my office and slammed the door behind her.

One word just went round and round in my head.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Pregnant.

Did I seriously just hear that right?

Bella is pregnant with my baby!

How is this even possible?

Well I know how it's possible, but fuck me, I'm sure we took all the precautions we could. Didn't we?

I stood up from my chair and then kicked the edge of my desk and screamed in frustration; my foot began to throb with pain less than a minute later.

I couldn't just let Bella leave like this, not after dropping that bombshell on me. Where does she get off telling me that she is having my baby and then walking out of my office?

I ran after her as quickly as I could, knowing that I would be in for a sleepless night if we didn't talk about this properly. By the time I had limped around my desk, on my now very sore foot, and opened the door to the rest of the floor, Bella's coat and bag were gone. She had left for the day.

It occurred to me in that moment that she kept running from me. That night in Vegas she was gone before I woke up, the first time was when she had realised I was her new boss, and now she had just run away after telling me she is pregnant. What is it with that woman and running away?

I hobbled back into my office and slammed the door behind me in frustration, and sat back down behind my desk and tried to refocus on my work; more importantly on what we were going to do about the situation with Volturi & Co.

This wasn't the first time they had beaten us out for a contract, but never one this big or important.

I suppose I could always approach Newton and...oh shit what the fuck am I going to do about Bella and the baby? No, Edward focus.

The next few hours carried on like this, and I was still nowhere near knowing what to do. The email from Volturi & Co was still open and taunting me. I eventually gave it up as a bad job, and closed my computer down for the night and decided to walk home.


"Edward Anthony Cullen, where the fuck are you?" I heard Tanya's angry voice cry out as she slammed the front door behind her. "I sat there waiting two fucking hours for you to show up."

I threw my head into my hands. With everything that had happened today I had completely forgotten I had dinner plans with her. I hastily put my computer to sleep and geared myself up for yet another explosive argument with Tanya. It seemed like it was all we did these days.

You don't spend enough time with me Edward.

We're spending too much time together Edward, you're stifling me.

Edward you don't pay enough attention to me.

You're paying too much attention to me.

Edward you're spending far too much time at work.

For the love of god Edward could you please remember to put the toilet seat down! Admittedly I could make more of an effort with this one, but I'm a man and it's my nature.

Whenever she had the tiniest issue, she somehow managed to make into a huge drama. The only thing I used to like about our arguments was the makeup sex afterwards, but even that had lost its appeal over the last few weeks and it didn't take a genius to figure out why.

I spun around in my chair to find Tanya stood there in a skin tight black dress, and heels that I estimated to be about 6 or 7 inches high. How the fuck did women walk in them without falling and breaking something?

"Tanya baby, I'm sorry." I whispered putting on my seductive voice, "I've had the day from hell at work and I completely forget."

"That's not good enough Edward. You have a secretary," Tanya screamed practically spitting the word secretary; she thought anyone who didn't earn a six figure salary was below her in every possible way, even though she hadn't worked a single day in her life. "Don't you pay that bimbo to remind you of your schedule? Honestly Eddie, if she cannot do the basics of her job you should just fire the slapper."

I have never hit a woman in my life, but in that moment hearing Tanya speaking of Bella in such a fashion I was seriously reconsidering that. Out of the two of them if anyone was a bimbo and slapper it was my loving fiancée.

"Bella has more important things to do for the company than keep track of my personal schedule T. Like my employees I keep my personal life separate to my work," I explained even though nothing I said would make up for neglecting to turn up to our reservation.

Tanya's hand twitched towards the vase on the dining room table, which was in fact just there for decoration. My mother had insisted that it brought the whole room together and who was I to deny her, even if she had spent a bomb on it.

Tanya's hand itched closer and closer to it, until she finally grabbed the vase and flung it in my direction; I only just had enough time to duck before it smashed against the wall. "That's not good enough!" she yelled. "You made me look like an idiot!"

I half listened to Tanya rant and rave at me as I made my way into the kitchen to get a brush and a dustpan to clean up the mess that she had made. I vaguely registered Tanya yelling something like, "Don't you walk away from me!"

Several glasses smashed in the background as she continued to scream. "Do you have any idea how many photographers took pictures? I'm going to be a laughing stock Eddie. A LAUGHING STOCK!"

I finally couldn't take it any longer, her nasally voice was grating on my nerves, "Tanya shut up. I said I'm sorry, what more do you want?"

"I want you to turn up when you say you will; I want you to actually pay me some attention; I want you to at least act like you fucking love me," she screeched at me insanely before walking up to me and saying softly "I want you...to fuck me."

She threw the broom and dustpan from my hands and drew me in for a kiss. Tanya thrust her tongue into my mouth without any invitation and thrust her hands into my hair; she grasped it by the roots and tugged hard, causing me physical pain. Her kisses and touches were nothing like those I remembered from my one night with Bella. These were rough and emotionless.

Tanya dragged me into our bedroom, and immediately began to take her clothes off in a way that, until recently, I had always considered to be sexy but now I could see that they were nothing more than a ridiculous attempt at a strip tease; there was nothing alluring about it in the slightest. It did nothing for me at all; my dick stayed limp.

Once she was down to her bra and panties, she began to strip me. After my pants had been discarded, she massaged my dick through my boxers, getting increasingly frustrated when she was getting nowhere.

Eventually she yelled at me, "What the fuck Eddie? Don't you want to fuck me? Isn't this what our whole relationship has been built on?"

I didn't have a chance to make up any excuses before Tanya opened the bedroom door and indicated for me to get out, and I did so with pleasure; anything to be away from her, and alone once more with my thoughts of Bella and our little surprise.

I still had no idea what I was going to say to her tomorrow. Earlier this evening when I had returned home I had an email waiting for me on my personal email account from her, asking if we could have lunch and have a proper conversation about the baby and where we go from here. I had eagerly agreed and decided I was going to cancel my lunch plans with Tanya, and judging by what had just happened, I considered them already cancelled.

As soon as I got into the guest bedroom, I flopped down onto the bed, not bothering to remove the rest of my clothes, and surprisingly I fell straight to sleep. I dreamt of Bella, the baby, and the impossible: us all living together as a family.


I awoke the next morning to Tanya storming into the guest bedroom and shrieking "What is this? You got some whore knocked up – make sure she gets rid or we're through, and believe me I won't be going quietly."

I sat up in my bed and looked at Tanya with a confused look on my face, "T what are you going on about?"

As soon as the words left my mouth, the revelation of yesterday came flooding back and I knew what she was talking about, as well as how she had found out. I had left myself logged into my email account last night. SHIT!

"What am I talking about? I'll tell you what I'm talking about," she yelled flailing her hands all over the place. "You and that slutty assistant of yours. Tell me how long have you been fucking her?"

I just stared at Tanya. There was no right answer to that question, but I knew that I owed it to her to be honest, and deal with the consequences.

"I - We had a one night stand before she started working for me," I informed her as she glared at me, and if looks could kill I would be six feet under by now and burning in the deepest reaches of hell.

"Deal with that fucking abomination you put inside her Eddie, I mean it," she hissed at me before marching out of the bedroom and slamming every door behind her, and I swear I heard more glasses smash as she exited my apartment.

I led back down in bed and placed the pillow over my head, with one simple question running around in my mind.

My fiancée, or my unborn child?

My fiancée, or my unborn child?

My fiancée, or my unborn child?

I have no choice, I have to choose...

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DUN DUN DUN!

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Who will he choose?

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Speaking of Tanya, I have had a reviewer hinting that Tanya should end up being a lesbian. From what I have planned so far, it will have no impact on the story. So I thought I'd leave it up to you. For the next few weeks you can vote in a poll about how you feel about the idea. If you want a say, head over to my profile now.

I know Edward and Bella didn't really talk much; Bella didn't really give him much of a chance after he snapped at her. But they will be having more of a talk in the next chapter.

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