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THE NINTH CHAPTER

He had been early. When he arrived he took away any breath that he had left me with earlier on when we crashed into one another. He wore a dreamy dark blue suit, light brown loafers and had tried running a comb through his hair unsuccessfully.

"Beautiful," he smiles, "You saw my note."

"What would you do if I hadn't?" I ask.

"Fate," he shrugs.

"Sorry, huh?" I stammer out with a giggle.

"Fate. I believe if you hadn't seen my note or had seen it and just decided against coming, then it wasn't meant to be. Yet here we are. The night is young and we have a reservation. That's how brave I was. I even booked a table," he smirks.

Amazed at him I shake my head smiling with more heart than I ever possibly have. He had that effect on me. Perfection had physically crashed into my life and I was completely unprepared.

He walked me to a restaurant. It's French. He was fantastic. Like a gentleman, he pulled out my chair and poured my wine.

"What is good? My french food knowledge stops at French toast," I admit.

"Considering the tea you made me drink that doesn't surprise me," he teases.

"Hey!" I laugh.

"I brought my brother here last time he visited. We loved the beef bourguignon. It's great. I went home and tried to cook it myself but failed," he smiles.

"You cook?" I raise an eyebrow.

"I try," he nods.

"What is your signature dish?" I smile.

"Oh gosh. That's a tricky one," his eyes, "Maybe cobbler. Peach cobbler."

"Peach… who are you? Did I bump into a romance novel?" I smile.

He reaches across the table squeezing it three times before bringing it to his lips.

"I don't know what you bumped into, but I think I bumped into an angel," he says smoothly.

The remainder of the dinner is spent getting to know one another. I learn he has just two siblings. Emmett and Alice. I learn he is adopted. He is originally from Chicago.

He is in New York to learn more about cancer treatment but he'll fly home in one month. He never mentions where home is. It doesn't cross my mind to clarify. It's date one after all. I learn that he loves the piano, enjoys running daily and hates when people spoil the ending of movies.

After dinner, he helps me from the chair and begins to let me lead him to my apartment.

"Why Frankenstein?" I ask as we walk.

"I guess I relate to it. I was created by a mother who didn't see me as her child. She died from an overdose leaving me to question who I was my entire life. I felt like I was assembling my identity from stolen parts. Stolen parents, siblings and a life that wasn't actually meant for me. I got the best education and a college fund from parents I wasn't given. I guess it made me lash out a lot and rebel growing up. Looking for a way to learn to allow myself to be loved. To just let it in," he shrugs.

"It was your fate," I say, "you were meant to be their son. Look at you now. The anger is gone and you put it into helping cancer patients."

"You think?" he asks smiling down at me.

As an answer, I squeeze his hand. Three times. Our own language that he'd initiated.

"I need to see you again," he admits as we arrive at my door.

I unlock the handle and smile back at him.

"I'm not entirely done with seeing you now, Edward. I have tea upstairs," I push open the door leaning back to take his hand.

Before he can refuse I tug him inside giggling.

"What sort of tea?" He asks gently closing the door behind him.

"Fruity," I wink at him turning to race up the stairs.

My apartment was small. The front door opened up to a coat closet and stairs with the remainder of the space upstairs. It was a studio so everything was out in the open. I had gorgeous french doors, a light kitchen and a bed at the rear of the room. He takes a moment to investigate who I am based on my possessions and the layout.

"Who is this?" He asks smiling at a photo of me with my parents.

"My dad and mum. That was high school graduation," I smile, "they're divorced."

"That must suck," he says sympathetically.

"It did. I lived with mum for a great deal of growing up but decided to live with dad for high school," I explain.

As the kettle boils I kick off my shoes and shrug off my coat. The dress under becoming slightly uncomfortable.

"I'm going to change," I say awkwardly.

"Oh of course. I'll face this way," he nods pointing to my windows.

I'm unable not to smirk as he walks to the opposite side of the room. As I strip I wonder what he would think if the temptation to turn around go too much for him. Would he think I'm hideous? Would he consider me sexy? I'm not like the girls he is probably used to. Girls with fake tan and extensions to their knees. I had a decent figure. Meaty thighs and some curve to my hips.

Enough for his grip. Mind outta the gutter, Bella!

Taking out an oversized shirt I slip it over my bra and panties satisfied with the comfort. Removing the bra wasn't something I was ready for. Having him stare at my 'mind-of-their-own' boobs through my shirt wasn't something either of us was prepared for.

"Okay," I smile heading back to the kettle.

He turns to face me and gasps dramatically.

"You're even more beautiful," he laughs walking closer.

"Stop it," I roll my eyes.

He comes close wrapping his arms around my waist. I feel slightly nervous. What if he hates the way my body feels? Had I shaved? All thoughts of negativity drain away when his lips kiss my forehead. He fit me perfectly.

"No," he says, "you're incredibly beautiful and I will not let you silence me."

Turning my head I prepare to fling a joke at him but am stopped by the closeness of his lips to my own. His breath is cool. Like the poster child of chewing gum. My eyes involuntarily flick to study his lips closer. They're plump, soft and perfect. I begin to wonder how they'd feel against my own just as he brings them closer.

The kiss is really something. My lips follow his lead. Slowly and carefully they mould together, moving as one. I'm completely lost to him. And when it comes time to pull apart I yearn for more. So I take it. I turn my body so I'm facing towards him, wrap both arms around his neck for anchorage and pull myself up for a second kiss. This one is more fearless. I take it deeper and he lets me. He gets just as lost as I do picking me up to sit me on the counter. It allows me to anchor my legs around him too and bring him closer to me.

"Bella," he pauses the kiss but shakes my head hoping to silence him.

"No," I smirk kissing him again.

He groans pulling my hips into him so my core is closer to his.

"Bella," he pulls back smiling.

"Why do you think it's appropriate to keep stopping," I whisper.

"Because it's inappropriate to keep going," he says, "I don't want to fuck this up."

"I do," I smile pushing him back slightly.

Confused he looks down at my hand on his chest. Bold I grip his tie in my hand.

"Bella," he warns, "Perhaps we should wait."

"Why wait?" I try my best to look sexy looking up at him through my lashes.

I let his tie drop and give him another chaste kiss. Just as he starts to deepen it I rip away in the intention of teasing him. He stops me in my tracks letting out an animalistic grumble. Chuckling darkly as I squeal he flings me up and over his shoulder.

"Edward," I laugh loudly.

He leaves quick kiss my exposed thigh as he walks. When he arrives at the foot of my bed he throws me down onto it before climbing over me.

"Now you'll pay," he smiles, "you need to be more careful what you ask for."

I moan in pleasure as he leans down to attack my neck, lifting the hem of my shirt. His hands manipulate my body to exactly how he wants it. My leg hitched over his hip as he nibbles and bites my lip. His hand finds the target. Where X marks the spot. He massages my mound with a cupped hand triggering my sensitivity.

"Oh. More," I whisper.

"Impatient," he chuckles looking up at my face.

Grabbing his head in my hands I pull his face to mine so I can kiss him. It's passionate and hot. Like our lips can't get close enough. His tongue dances with mine, swirling. As we kiss he pulls aside my panties with his thumb so he can plunge a single digit inside me. With my eyes tightly shut I moan into his mouth. Which earns me a second finger.

When he breaks the kiss the intensity in his eyes is enough to intensify the pleasure his pumping fingers are giving me. They're completely swamped with lust. I have to pinch myself to believe it's all for me.

He greedily lifts my shirt up to stare down at my lace bra. As I move beneath him, thrusting toward his fingers my chest heaves heightening the appeal. He leans down burying his face into my bust like a teenager touching a girl for the first time. Leaning up slightly He snakes his free hand behind my back assisting me in undoing the bra. When the latch is free he pulls the bra down my arms and returns to his attack. He sucks my tits into his mouth using his free hand to massage the other. His fingers quicken plunging in and out until they bring me to orgasm. When I hit the climax I hit it hard. I scream out in ecstacy, shivering under him. As I buck and enjoy the sensation he pulls his hand free and sits back slightly looking down at me.

"Holy shit. Where did you come from?" he smiles down at me.

"More," I moan reaching for his pants, a tent well a truly formed.

"Bella," he smiles grabbing my hands, "I want to take my time. You have no clue how hard it was to say that."

I study his face for a second. He's serious. I don't think I'd ever brought a man home after a date who had looked me in the eye and wanted to savour the taste of me.

"Tomorrow night I'm working. The night after I'll be here at 7," he smiles leaning down to kiss me.

And with much confliction I let him leave in the hope that waiting would mean something special. All he left behind was his phone number, a goofy smile across my face and a reason to whip out my vibrator.


With a loud gasp, I wake. It all felt so real.

I reach for my phone tears streaking down my face. It's 3 am.

Edward's shadow stands in the doorway. The darkness making it difficult to see.

"Why did you leave me?" I ask.

When I blink he's gone. My imagination is playing more tricks on me.

In my notebook, I make another entry.

Three times.


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