For those who don't know, this is a re-post. I posted this story a few years ago but it was full a mistakes I wanted to fix. Thanks for reading.


My mind was going a million miles a minute. Was the Charlie Edward introduced me to my father? That would explain why he was staring at me. I didn't I really look like him, but then again I didn't look like my mother either. Was it that easy though? I mean, do you think it is a coincidence that I started dating Edward and he knows my father? I had too much on my mind. I wanted to talk to my mother about this, but I knew she would say he just didn't want anything to do with me. I had no clue at what to do. I knew I needed to talk to Edward, but had no idea how to start that conversation. I called him when I arrived back home from lunch with Ang. He knew something was up, but I wasn't ready to talk to him about it.

The next morning, I poured myself some coffee in a travel mug and left for school. I had nothing to say to my mother. I wasn't going to trap someone with such a thing as a child. To me, that was beyond cruel. I didn't want kids anyway, she knew this. Edward asked again what my mother said, but I refused to tell him. I didn't want him to think I was like her in any way.

School dragged the next day. I wanted to go to Edward's and class was taking forever. When school was over, I went home to shower and shave. I took my time as much as I could, but was done within an hour before I was due at Edward's. I knocked on my mother's bedroom door and she was reading some mystery novel. I didn't understand how she could read them, they made me paranoid. She would read the true story and that just sent a shiver down my spine.

"I just wanted to let you know I will be staying at Edward's tonight," I told her.

She didn't take her head out of her book as she talked to me. "That's fine. When are you moving in with him?"

"Whatever, Mother," I could only roll my eyes to that and left her room slamming the door for good measure. I went to my room and blared the music, just because I knew she hated it. I was impressed she let that go for ten minutes before she came in and turned it off.

"You need to cut your shit, now," she told me with her hands on her hips. I didn't answer and that just pissed her off more. "I know you're mad at what I said yesterday, but how do plan on living? I am not going to support you for the rest of your life. Do you think I had you because I wanted kids?" she asked.

Nothing had ever hurt my feelings more than this. Not wanting to hear any more, I got up to grab my bags and left.

I was able to hold off my tears until I was in Edward's driveway. I thought I was going to lose it when I had to tell the guard my name before being allowed to enter through the gates. But was able to hold off long enough.

Letting my tears fall freely once I was parked; my heart felt broken. How could a mother say that to her child? I was only ever a paycheck to her. Part of me had always known that, but it hurt to hear anyways.

I lay my head on the steering wheel and just cried. It was one of those pms cries where everything comes out.

Not paying attention to the time until I heard a knock on the window that scared me half to death. I looked up and quickly away again, it was Edward. He opened the door of my car and pulled me into his arms.

I thought I was done crying, but started all over as soon as he hugged me. Beginning to think he was the only person that cared for me. Who knew he was going to push me to the curb, when he was bored of me. I think I am unlovable. My arms wrap around his neck in a death grip. I didn't want to lose him.

He pulled me out of the car and we stood in the drive way as I cried my eyes out. Shutting the driver side door he then picked me up. I brought my legs around his waist and he rubbed my back as he walked around to the other side of the car. He grabbed my purse and overnight bag then headed for the house with me still in his arms. The tears were coming slower as I tried to take deeper breaths. His sent was comforting me, the way he was rubbing my back and hushing me was, too. Everything about him made me feel comfort. He walked up the stairs and once we were in his room, he lay us both on the bed. I didn't want him to see my blotchy face, so I kept my head down.

"Baby, you need to talk to me. You are breaking my heart," he said as he kissed the top of my head.

"I don't want to talk about it," I whispered.

"You have to give me something," he asked softly.

"I can't talk about it right now. I don't think I have ever cried that hard in my life. Let's just go work out," I answered before getting out of the bed.

My head was throbbing, my eyes burning, my throat hurt, and my nose was stuffy all because I had the worst melt down of my life.

"We will talk about this," he said as I walked into the bathroom not giving anything for a reply as I changed and took some Tylenol.

Putting on a sports bra and a pair of short, shorts that were tight to my body. My first thought of wearing the tiny get-up, was to distract him and I hoped we would have sex instead of working out, but now, I would take working out over talking or fucking and that was saying something.

I walked back out to the bedroom to see Edward wearing only shorts, he looked hot. I smiled at him as he took in my outfit, he didn't look happy about it. He didn't say anything though, we just walked to the mini YMCA.

Once inside, I jumped on a treadmill and started a slow walk. I propped a magazine up and started to read. I walked for over ten minutes before Edward came to stand in front of the machine. He smiled sweetly, moved my magazine away, and sped up the treadmill. I was walking at two point zero and he turned it up to three point zero. The speed was fine and I was still able to read my magazine. I walked another ten minutes as Edward was turning the thing up…again.

"Aren't you going to exercise at all?" I asked as I started to jog. "I hate running."

"I hate whining, plus I have already run over a mile," he said as I looked down to see I wasn't even close to the mile mark.

He put the magazine back, but I couldn't run and read at the same time at this speed. I thought I was going to kill him when ten minutes later he came back to me.

"Turn it up any more and I will break your finger," I said dead serious.

"Excuse me?"

"Please, Daddy, I can't go any faster. My feet hurt and I have cramps in my thighs and sides," I said breathing heavy as the sweat started to form on my forehead.

"That's because you didn't stretch," he said hitting the up button twice. I had to pick up my pace a little, but was going to do this. "You didn't say I had to stretch," I told him.

"You jumped up there like you knew what you were doing. Who am I to tell you any different," he said with a chuckle.

I just glared at him as he started to lift weights. That was sexy as hell and it took my mind off of the cramps. I had no clue how long I ran, but before I knew it, I had gone a mile and a half and Edward pressed the cool down button, for that I was grateful.

"We're done, right?" I asked catching my breath as I got off the horrible machine.

"That was just a warm up," he said as I groaned and lay on the floor. "Isabella, get off the floor," he said standing over me.

"Just let me breathe, please, Daddy," I said as he laughed.

"Here, lift your leg in the air," he said as I smiled.

"Oh, kinky," I said as I slowly raised my leg in the air. He laughed at me and then took my ankle and stretched out my leg. "That feels so good."

"Is it tight?" he asked me.

"You would know better than me, Daddy," I said with a wink.

"You are killing me," he said with a chuckle as he switched legs.

"You really know what you are doing. You should have been a trainer or something, women would line themselves up around the block for you," I said as he pulled me off the ground.

"I used to. I trained a lot of people throughout college," he said as we moved the weight lifting bench.

"Where did you go to college?" I asked as he put small weights on the end of the long bar.

"Dartmouth. You are going to do three reps of ten," he said as I looked at him in confusion. "You are going to do ten, three times with a little break in between them."

"Oh, okay. Do I need to lie down?" I asked.

"Yes, put one leg on each side," he said as he stood behind my head.

"When did you graduate?" I asked him wanting to know everything about him.

"I was twenty three, so, twelve years ago," he said as I started to lift the bar down to my chest and back up. "Baby, you're doing it wrong," he said putting the bar back in its holder. He shoved my hands further apart carefully and then moved his hand in front of my face. "Bring the bar to my hand and then go back up," he said. I brought the bar up and down three times and my arms started to shake.

"My way was a lot easier," I told him as he chuckled.

"Well, my way is the right way."

"Of course it is," I said as I finished my first rep.

"You only have to do ten more. You aren't as strong as I thought you were," he said as I glared at him. "I didn't mean it to be rude. I just thought you could handle more. If you do anymore, you won't want to use your arms tomorrow," he said as I started again. I didn't like that he thought I was weak, because I wasn't. The weight lifting was just awkward.

"Are we done now?" I asked with hopeful eyes.

"Yes, but we are doing more on Thursday," he told. I wanted to groan, but knew better. He pulled me in for a very sweaty hug. "You did good," he kissed me.

I had missed his kisses and it made all my drama melt away. "You okay now?"

"So much better," I told him with a smile. "I missed you."

"I missed you, too," he said giving me a crooked smile.

"I need to shower. I feel so gross," I said pulling away from his sweaty body.

"Go ahead, I am going to do a couple more reps and then meet up with you," he said as I grabbed my magazine and sashayed my way out the workout room.

When in his room, I looked at my cell to see no missed calls or texts. I found my night clothes and headed to the bathroom. I wasn't going to put on clean clothes; I didn't think we were going to go anywhere. Turning the shower on and washed quickly. I had a feeling Edward wanted to shower together, but I hated to be sweaty and wanted to start dinner.

Just as I was done dressing in my sleep shorts and a tank top, Edward walked in looking disappointed.

"What's wrong, Daddy?" I asked.

"I thought you would still be in the shower," he said with a playful pout on his face.

"I told you, I don't like to sweat and it needed to come off," keeping my distance from him. "I'm going to go start dinner," I said as I walked past him not coming close to him.

"Why are you acting so strange?" he asked looking at me as if I had two heads.

"You look very sexy, don't get me wrong, but you are still all sweaty and I am nice and clean. So, go take a shower and then I will jump in your arms and stop being strange," with that I made it to the door.

"You kill me," he said shaking his head. "Can I at least get a kiss? I promise to only kiss you, I won't touch you," he said making his way to me.

"Okay, just a kiss and no touching," I said as I stuck my head out toward him and puckered my lips. He laughed at me and came closer. "No, stop moving and lean your head toward me. If you are too close you may touch me."

"You look like a ten year old getting their first kiss. No, wait you look like the kids from 'My girl', just further away," he said as I busted out laughing.

"This is as good as it gets," I said puckering up my lips again. I had to giggle. Every time he would step closer to me I would back away. He finally gave up and leaned into my face. He had his hands behind his back and a smile on his face. Instead of kissing me he left my lips a wet mess.

"Did you just lick me?" I asked.

"I did," he said with a sexy grin on his face.

"That's kinda gross."

"Well, you didn't complain when I did that to your pussy."

"No, but..." I said wiping the spit off my face. "You're weird."

"I am." I just stood there and stared at him. "Go cook my dinner and when I am done with my shower, three things are going to happen. Would you like to know what they are?"

"Sure," I said with a shrug of the shoulders.

"One, you are going to give me a real kiss. Two, you may suck my cock, and then, you are going to tell me what happened today. You are also going to tell me everything without editing," he said as I pouted. "There is no need for you to pout. I need to know why you were so upset, understand?" he asked as I looked at the floor trying not to cry. "Isabella, do you understand?"

"Yes, Daddy," I said as I left the room. I really didn't want to talk to him about what had happened. What was I to say? My mom is pissed because you can't knock me up, and she never wanted me? Yeah, that will work just fine.