Disclaimer: Characters belong to Stephanie Myers. Plot line is mine.

"No I told you Alec I want it taken care of yesterday," I heard Edward hiss as he walked through the door. I was in the kitchen cooking dinner for the two of us. I figured I had the right to let the maid leave whenever I wanted, and tonight I wanted to cook, and wash the dishes to give her the night off. "You need to fix it," he snapped not bothering to walk into the kitchen slamming the door to his office shut.

"Did you move my blue prints while you were unpacking?" Edward questioned sounding annoyed. I wasn't sure if he was annoyed at the fact that I may have moved the blue prints, or that I finally decided to unpack my things. I gave a shrug of my shoulders looking up at him.

"If they were in your office I didn't touch them," I offered flipping over the steaks. "I might have if they were in the room down here though," I explained watching him run downstairs.

"This is why I don't like shit being moved around," he muttered under his breath making me roll my eyes.

"Sorry I wasn't aware I was suppose to keep all my things packed away," I muttered making him glare at me before continuing to look in the room. "Is this them?" I questioned pointing to the coffee table. It was something Jessica had moved when she moved my easel into the room with the piano.

"Don't move my crap," he hissed walking back into his office slamming the door. I flinched slightly removing the steaks from the burner making his plate of food leaving it on the counter while I poured myself a glass of wine placing my food on the bar. I rolled my eyes moving the small candle I found in his office.

"Fucking ass hole," I muttered taking a bite of the steak. I was looking forward to having a nice dinner with him, but apparently, being nice wasn't on his agenda tonight.

"Where's my plate?" He questioned as I pointed to the plate in the kitchen. "No I told you I want the meeting with Garett moved to Monday. If I work this weekend Esme will kill me, she's planning some sit down family dinner," he said moving his plate upstairs. Apparently I was also eating alone.

"No I can't just blow off dinner," Edward said walking back down the stairs grabbing a glass from the cabinet filling it with red wine. "Esme's had this planned for moths," he said glancing over at me before walking back up the stairs. This time instead of sitting by, I followed him up the stairs.

"Edward," I said standing in the door way. He only looked up pointing to the blue tooth making me roll my eyes sitting on the couch. If he couldn't tell I was upset, there was something wrong with him.

"Hang on Alec," Edward said looking over at me. "What do you want? I'm taking care of business," he snapped pinching the bridge of his nose.

"What do I want?" I questioned raising an eyebrow. "Whatever," I said getting to my feet. "Why don't you fucking stay at the office next time. It would be better than you coming home, completely ignoring me, yelling at me because I decided to unpack. Lunch with your sister was nice by the way, I had a great day. Until you came home," I snapped slamming the door of his office shut stomping downstairs walking into the piano room, which now had my easel in it as well. I was in the art room for what felt like an eternity before I heard the door creak open. I turned around seeing Edward standing over me watching me making me roll my eyes.

"I'm busy," I snapped still angry with him.

"I didn't mean to yell at you for unpacking," he said softly. "I'm sorry I didn't eat dinner with you. I'm use to coming home, and still acting like I'm at the office. Usually no one is here," he explained making me look over at him as he sat on the piano bench. "It was my first day back at the office in over a week. From now on, when I get home, I'll try to keep my work, at work. That isn't always going to happen though," he explained looking over at me.

"You still shouldn't have been such a dick to me," I muttered as he walked over.

"I'm sorry," he said lightly.

"Play for me," I said walking over to him sitting besides me.

"I don't play in front of people," He said simply.

"Play for me," I said again leaning my head on his shoulder. "I want to hear you play," I explained kissing his neck lightly. Edward reluctantly tapped his fingers against the key's playing a melody I'd never heard before. It was the I realized he was probably good at everything. "What is this?" I questioned trying to place where I'd heard it. I don't think I ever had heard it.

"It's something I wrote when I was a teenager," he explained stopping the melody. "I wrote it for my mother, she always loved it when I played the piano," He said talking about her like she was no longer alive.

"Loved it?" I questioned raising an eyebrow at him.

"She doesn't talk to me anymore," he said shrugging his shoulders like it meant nothing. "I'll tell you about it some other time," he said hoping I would go along with. As much as I wanted to question him about his childhood, I didn't want to fight with him. In fact the only thing I could bring myself to think about was his lips pressed against mine, and other places.

"You know what I think you should do?" I questioned getting to my feet pulling him along with me. "I think you should take me up to that bedroom," I whispered watching him give a cocky smile. "You've got me obsessed with you."

A/N: I know I'm posting a lot, but it's because I'm writing a lot... and the chapters are fairly short. Anyways, I would love some more reviews to let me know how I'm doing. So far I haven't gotten that many and I just kind of need to know if the story's worth continuing, or if you are getting a bit bored with it. If I get feedback I'll know if I need to spice it up, but more smut, you know things like that.

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