A/N: This chapter is a continuation of chapter 9. As I said before, I know nothing about prostitution, I'm just making things up as I go. I apologize for any mistakes. Enjoy!

Marvin Gaye-Let's Get It On lyrics from

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Chapter 10

BPOV

I've been really tryin', baby
Tryin' to hold back this feelin' for so long
And if you feel like I feel, baby
Then come on, oh, come on
Whoo, let's get it on

I sing obnoxiously loud and horribly off key to one of the most classic love songs ever. Gran told me once that whenever she would put this song on Grandpa Joe would drop his pants. Yes, my sixty-five year old grandmother told me at seven years old how she got her husband in the mood with Marvin Gaye's "Let's Get It On". I promise Gran was totally sane, just different in her ways of approaching certain subjects.

One thing is for sure, even after Grandpa Joe died, she still loved Marvin Gaye.

We're all sensitive people
With so much to give
Understand me, sugar
Since we got to be
Let's live
I love you

This is what I've been doing for the past three hours. I'm fucking bored out of my mind in this prison being passed off as a guestroom. The least that douche could have done was put a T.V. in here to occupy my time but instead I'm stuck with a fucking fifties style radio with a broken antenna. I was able to pick up this old Pop and RnB station which is pretty cool. The songs range from the sixties to the nineties and so far I've heard a few songs I know, and as "Let's Get It On" fades into the next song I'm sent into my memories once more.

The long days that included spending time on Gran's porch in Phoenix, sipping iced tea and eating homemade cookies. Playing for hours and watching America's Funniest Home Videos during dinner. Gran made each day special for me. She was my bestfriend...

My only friend.

I need her so much right now.

A quick knock alerted me to the door opening and Edward strolling in; his hair is damp so he must have just stepped out of the shower. To be a fly on the wall in that bathroom.

Is he here to remind me once again about how I'll never get out of this place?

The Bitch that I am will not give him the satisfaction.

"Back for more asshole?"

He rolled his eyes and sighed pinching the bridge of his nose. "Come on. I'm going to take you to get your things."

My things? I'm surprised he didn't say soiled garbage or something an uppity asshole like him would say.

"Can I take a shower first? Or is that too much to ask?" I've been bathing in my own filth for far too long.

"Sure. Um, I'm sorry I haven't stocked the bathroom with things you need. Things have been…Well anyway I'll find you something to wear for the time being."

Thank you kind sir! I shall slip into the bathroom and wash myself accordingly.

Did I mention I can't stand him?

My shower, short but sweet, helped relieve some of the tension from my body. There's nothing like a hot shower to soothe and wash away the crap of the day.

I wish it could wash away some of the shit from my mind...

All the men who have ever touched me are engraved in my skin.

Renee and all of her lies. Phil and Peter, the devils that still haunt me.

Gran's death.

The baby inside of me...Kicking me all the time...

I wish it wasn't real.

When I return to the bedroom in just a towel Edward is sitting a big box on the bed. I immediately go to inspect.

There better be some good shit in here...

...I'm quickly disappointed. Whoever these clothes belong to is a fucking stick. Do I look like a fucking size two? The only thing I can find remotely close to my size is a black, sleeveless cotton dress that's pretty stretchy.

I don't care that Edward is in the room when I drop my towel and shimmy into the dress, sans panties and bra. He turned away like a bitch, figures. When I inspect myself in the mirror I can't help but smile at my reflection. It fits me like a glove. I may have a pot belly but I'm very proud of what the pregnancy has done for my body. I look like a curvy goddess with a great pair of tits and if I don't turn to the side you can hardly tell my stomach is full of baby.

My new body may be the only perk I get out of this experience.

"Whose shit is this anyway?"

"They were my wife's." He said from behind me. From the mirror I can see that he's back to staring at me.

What does he mean they were his wife's?

"Won't she mind me wearing them?" Hell, I would mind if some chick were wearing my clothes, just sayin.

"She's dead."

...Fuck.

"Oh." Now I feel like shit. Well, I guess I know which topic to steer clear of. I don't want him to get the wrong idea about me. I'm normally not a nosey bitch.

He studied me for a few seconds then seemed to snap out of wherever his mind had gone. "She has some shoes she never wore in this box. You can look through them and see what you like. You're feet look to be about the same size."

He looks so sad now. It's like him offering me the last piece of his wife is literally killing him inside. I suddenly don't feel comfortable.

"Look, Edward if you don't want me to wear her clothes I can-"

"No...It's fine. I mean, I was going to get rid of them anyway but if there are some things you can wear you're welcome to them."

"Okay."

There's a second of hesitation before I rummage through the shoes. I find a pair of black flip flops amongst the mounds of stylish heels in the box. They look comfortable enough and with my swollen feet I don't feel like squeezing them into anything else.

Slipping the flip flops on my feet I walk back into the bathroom to brush my hair into a ponytail and brush my teeth. He conveniently left a few packs of toothbrushes out for me to use.

Edward is waiting for me by the bedroom door. "All set?" He looked me over.

"Yes."

He ushered me out into the hallway and down the flight of stairs to the first floor like a damn bodyguard. His house from what I can see is absolutely beautiful. It's so big but you can tell it's an old house. Modern things give it an updated appeal with embellishments lining every wall and every corner of his home...I like it. It reminds me of those houses you find in that magazine, what is it called, Better Homes or some shit? Forgive me, I don't spend my time memorizing magazines while I'm out screwing half the population of Seattle.

We walk outside onto a spacious front porch. Not much but a swing and a few chairs are haphazardly placed as if they've recently been sat in. The wooden floorboards creek as we make our way toward his silver Volvo that I remember well. Edward, always the gentleman, helps me into his car and makes sure I'm settled before jogging around to the driver's side and getting in. He starts the car and rolls down the windows to let some of the cool breeze in I suppose, and as we drive away I can't help but notice the huge tree now fading in the distance.

"Are you comfortable?" He asks.

"Yeah." As comfortable as I can be. I don't know where these sudden nerves are coming from. I just hope he can't tell.

Let's break the ice shall we? All this silence is starting to irk my nerves.

"So what do you do for a living?"

I watch him from the corner of my eye perk up. He seems almost relieved that I asked him something so personal, which is kind of weird. "As of right now I'm unemployed."

"How is that possible? You drive around in this expensive ass Volvo, you live in a mansion-

"I live off of my inheritance."

Oooohhhhh! It makes sense now. He's always at home hovering over me; he only ever goes out to the grocery store...Why didn't I see it until now?

"Must be a shit load of money."

"Something like that." He didn't look proud of that fact at all.

For the rest of the trip to the Starlite we remain silent but the air not as tense as it could have been, in fact it's very calming just to be riding around in a car again. I never thought I would say that. In my profession I'm lucky to fuck in a car much less ride around in one.

Entering the familiar neighborhood not much has changed.

You've only been gone for two days.

That's beside the point. I never realized how dirty this side of town looked until I got out of it. To come back after only two days I feel like I'm stepping into uncharted territory. Edward pulls into the parking lot of the motel, parked where I told him to and shut off the engine.

"Remember you promised you wouldn't run away." He said to me.

Make him think you aren't as stupid as you are and you may get away faster.

"I won't...It's not like I would get far anyway."

He followed me to room sixteen, the place that I've been staying at for quite some time. When I open the door I'm glad to see that it's exactly as I left it. Clothes everywhere, old take-out containers, and my personal favorite, condom wrappers that didn't quite make it to the trash.

Ain't I a stinker!

"How long have you been staying in this dump?" Edward looked around, definitely uncomfortable and disgusted. I bet he couldn't survive a day in my shoes.

"A few months. I had an apartment but I got kicked out because I couldn't pay the rent, so I came to this shit hole until I could get back on my feet."

"Don't you make enough money in your...profession?"

"Hmmm, not as much as you would think." I wish I could say I was making over $500 a night. I'll do good to make $200 with the fuckers I put out for. The economy sucks, these assholes looking for cheap pussy don't have enough money to accommodate what we hookers expect, so we have to lower our prices or else suffer the consequences of not making any money.

"You're independent right? I mean, you don't have a pimp or anything?"

I start picking up my clothes and stuffing them into a duffle bag. "Not anymore."

"So you make up your own prices right?" He asked sitting on the bed.

"Yeah something like that."

Where is he going with all of this?

"What's your clientele like?"

"I don't really have a clientele. A guy approaches me and if he agrees to the prices I give we hook up."

"You sleep with all kinds of men then?"

"I don't discriminate if that's what you mean. Getting paid is all I care about."

In this business you can't afford to turn down anyone willing to fork out the cash. I know some girls favor certain guys, but me, I don't really give a fuck.

I'm an equal opportunity kind of girl.

"Are you expensive?"

"You want to find out?"

He tensed up. "No not for me...How much do you normally charge a guy?"

Sighing, I sit on the floor to gather up my shoes that I have a habit of kicking off underneath the bed. "It depends on how much I think I can get out of them. Most of the john's are fucking broke asses, depending on what they want I charge accordingly."

"How much did you charge that guy in the alley?"

I peek up at him with an amused smirk. "You saw that did you? How long have you been following me?"

"I only...Shit."

Oh Eddie Boy! You like to watch do you?

"Not only are you a kidnapper, buy you're a stalker too? It's a shame someone as sexy as you has to stoop so low as to keeping prostitutes hostage. If you want me to suck you off all you have to do is ask." He's so blind that he can't even realize that I can see him straining against his jeans.

"No I don't want that." He can deny it all he wants. That doesn't take away the fact that he wants me, or at least wants to try out a hooker.

"I would think chicks would be throwing themselves on their knees to suck your dick with no problems."

He tensed up even further. "Well for your information I'm not the kind of guy to sleep around with random women to get off."

"Hmmm," dropping what I'm doing I decide there's no time like the present to fuck with pretty boy, "how long has it been since you got an amazing blowjob?" I saunter toward him.

"What are you doing?" He's backing away.

"Oh nothing. I'm just asking a question? You know, I've been told I give amazing head. You should let me show you." I drop to my knees in front of him and aim for his belt.

"Stop!" It comes out as more of a moan than a plea so I proceed.

"Come on baby, you know you want my mouth on that big, hard, cock of yours." I rub him through his pants, having the affect I wanted instantly.

"I said stop!" He pushed me backward. I have to brace myself so I don't hit the floor.

"Finish packing your shit. I'll wait outside." Edward stormed out of the room and slammed the door.

That dude seriously needs to take the stick out of his ass.

I finish packing up all of my belongings, which isn't much, and walk into the kitchen to search for the little red box I keep hidden in the back of the stove, that doesn't work by the way that's why the room was so cheap. When I open it I find the two things that I last placed in there before I was abducted; my money and Renee's locket.

The golden piece of jewelry is the only thing I have that actually belonged to my bitch of a mother. The only reason I keep it is because it belonged to Gran first. She gave it to Renee on her sixteenth birthday, right before I was conceived at a party during a drunken one night stand. For some reason Renee held on to the locket like her life depended on it, never letting me get too close for fear I may break it, or open it. I can remember her threatening me that if I ever opened the locket she would cut my fingers off.

...Even to this day I've never opened it.

I'm scared of what I might find inside.

I stuff the red box into my bag and head out. Edward is standing right outside of the door and he grabbed my things while I went to return the room key. The owner, Lou, barely acknowledged me but as I walked out I could tell he was staring at my ass.

Men are fucking dense creatures.

I get back into the car where Edward is waiting patiently for me. "Did you handle everything?"

"Yes."

He looked relieved. "While we're out do you need anything else?"

"McDonald's." I'm really hungry. I've been craving McDonald's fries.

"Fine." He rolled his eyes.

The nearest McDonald's was fucking packed because it was lunch rush. A sudden thought came to me...All of the people, distraction...I could slip away and he probably wouldn't notice until it was too late. I would have to run as fast as I can and hide somewhere, but I think it will work.

If I don't take this opportunity now then it will be like I'm giving up. I don't want him to think he's won me over so quickly, I can still get away.

"I have to piss. Can you park?"

He did without making a fuss. "Do you want to order the food inside?"

"Yeah that sounds fine." I get out of the car and start walking toward the busy restaurant. Immediately, I head for the bathroom since now I really have to fucking go. Edward is right on my tail.

I turn around to stop him. "What are you doing?"

"Waiting for you."

"No go get the food. I want a Big Mac with a large fry and one of those iced teas; have to feed the mutant." I pat my stomach to get the point across. He doesn't move, in fact I have a feeling he won't leave at all.

"Calm down I won't go anywhere, now hurry up before the line gets longer." I push him in the direction of the counter. Just my luck it seems like there are more people in here than I thought.

I have to handle my business first.

Curse you bladder, and curse the little person who gets a kick out of making me piss every five seconds.

After relieving myself and washing my hands, I peek outside of the door...Edward is nowhere in sight, lost amongst the crowd. I slowly step out observing my surroundings. I don't want him to see me running because that will just fuck everything up. I don't breathe until I'm outside and speed walking toward his car. I have to get my stuff.

But when I go to open the door it won't fucking budge. "Shit!" The fucker locked them. I can't leave without my stuff.

Damn it! Why did he have to lock the doors? I could have grabbed my shit and been gone by now. I'm wasting too much time. I start to search for something, anything to help open the door before he realizes I'm gone.

Nothing...Absolutely no way I can get into this car.

"Looking for something?"

...You've been caught red handed Swan!

"Fuck!"

His eyes are murderous. He stalks toward me like a lion and before I know it he has me pinned to the car with his arms on either side, blocking any chance I had to escape him. "You promised you wouldn't run Bella."

"Well I lied, happy!" I look him square in the eyes to show him that I'm not backing down.

"Get in the car, NOW!"

I'm so pissed I could scream right now, but I don't. I keep my composure as much as possible. "I hate you." The venom in my voice catches him off guard only for a second before his death glare returned.

"I don't care. Get in the car!"

Once I'm inside and strapped in to his liking we're on the road again. What was once a peaceful vibe between us has now become one filled with disdain and hatred. What does this mean for me now? Is he going to ignore me? I mean, he did catch me trying to escape but obviously I didn't get very far...Why the fuck is he so angry!

I cross my arms over my chest, rolling my eyes and sighing in frustration. "So I take it you won't be letting me out of my room for a long time, huh?"

He doesn't answer.

Okay, let's try this again.

"Hey Fuckward you hear me talking to you!"

"My NAME is EDWARD! You'll do good to call me that until I tell you otherwise do you understand me?"

The pure rage in his voice made me flinch. Geez, He's scary when he's like this. "Do. You. Understand. Isabella!"

"Yes!"

"Good now sit there and shut the fuck up. I'm tired of hearing you talk right now."

Oh, he's tired of hearing ME talk?

"Well I'm tired of seeing your face so I guess we're both up a creek right?" I yell back at him.

"You're a real bitch!"

"Thanks you fucking psycho!"

A/N: The great escape artist Bella couldn't get away this time. Do you think Edward has a right to be angry with her? I mean, he did kidnap her and is keeping her against her will. Let me know what you think. I would really love some reviews. You girls are amazing! Until next time…