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Music: Spring by Vivaldi

Chapter 10

BPOV

Fuck me. Literally.

He played my pussy like a baby grand piano. The way his fingers glided in and out of me took me by surprise. Obviously he has skills in the department of pleasing women. His fingers were so long and limber, I could've come three times over if I allowed myself to but I didn't. Our sessions together weren't mainly about me. As any good Dom knows, it's about giving the sub what they need while getting the power that you crave. There is a reason that he likes his ass handed to him by a woman but it truly is not because he is a bedroom disappointment. If his fingers are that good, I wonder about his tongue.

I'm sure he'll be back Friday, if not, it would be a shame. He has so much potential to be an excellent sub and I wouldn't mind keeping him around for a while. He will have much to think about before our next session and I hope that he'll talk more during our next sit down dinner.

I blow-dry my hair, as I get ready for a day at the office. Everything went well with yesterday's edition and I only had to stop in the office for an hour just to proof and make sure everything was fine before we went to print. Mondays are always touch-and-go. A lot of people dread them but really it's all in the mind. People think that most fuckups happen because it's a Monday but fuckups happen every day, we just trick ourselves into thinking those fuckups are worse because it is a Monday.

As I finish drying my hair, the loose curls fall down my back and I realize it's almost time for another trim. My hair grows way to fast. As soon as I cut it, it feels like it grows twice as soon. I decide on a DKNY white long sleeved button down collar shirt and a great pair of black trousers. I place a slim red leather belt through the loops and a pair of red peep-toe leather sling backs to complete the look. I am going for clean and neat today, plus a pop of color is always good to chop up black and white. I realize that I've come a long way from the fashion mishap that I used to be. All those years of hanging with Alice, Edward's fashionable younger sister really helped.

I miss Alice. She is such a beautiful person, both, inside and out. She always had a fairy or elfin like quality to her features and her spirit was infectious. I'm sorry that we couldn't remain friends. I made it a rule to break off any connection whatsoever that could subject me to Edward. After Alice, Rosalie catapulted me into the fashion on a more adult level and I've been hooked ever since. I grab my red Hermes bag and head out of the door.

Today is such a nice day. I miss the sun a lot. Those years in Phoenix spoiled me on Vitamin D. Today was a fairly okay day as weather goes. I eased the window down and allowed the Vivaldi to clear my thoughts as I focused on the workday ahead.

It had been a busy day at the office but nothing too bad. I held a staff meeting informing them of the new owner that was due in tomorrow. The staff took it fairly well and I told them to be on their best behavior seeing as though we were going into this new acquisition blind as bats. I assured them that I had every confidence that Randolph had the paper's best interest at heart and wouldn't sell to someone that wouldn't keep up the paper's integrity. Fuck, I hope I was right. I've never been in this situation before so I'm not quite sure how it's handled. I'll just have to rely on my intuition to feel this one out.

Before leaving, I set Angela on the task of finding me a top interior car designer. I'm tired of looking at the plain black leather. I know it's an Aston Martin but still, that doesn't mean that it can't have certain flair. I want my car to be like me sleek and stylish with an unexpected twist.

I pull into the curved drive and head around back. I see that Embry has been by to tend to the landscaping in my yard. He always does such a great job, and I wish I had a green thumb. The only thing I could keep alive was a cactus and it really kept itself alive without my help. I get out the car and lift my face to the sky. I can smell the rain coming. I know that the weather channel said it would be a stormy night tonight, which meant a sound sleep for me. After all, tomorrow is the big day. Rose said she would be here Friday and I wonder if her sudden trip back to the states has anything to do with her father selling off his companies one by one. As I walk into the kitchen, I smell the beef stew Jane has left for my dinner. I head to the wine rack and pick out a great Merlot to go with the beef. I uncork it to let it breathe and then head upstairs to change. Charlie always fusses at me about coming home to an empty house but much like him, I don't mind being alone.

I come back downstairs, grab a bowl from the counter and scoop up a hearty bowl of the stew. Jane also left a nice French baguette to accompany the meal. I grab a wine glass and pour a half of glass. I'm not big on drinking, much less drinking alone. I grab the bowl with a placed piece of bread in it, a spoon and my glass of wine and make my way over to the breakfast nook. I always like to curl up and watch the rain as it falls against the oddly shaped window. As soon as I'm on my second bite, the rain begins to fall and my eating experience is complete. As the rain beats against the window, I think about the agenda for tomorrow. The meeting with the new owner is for nine o'clock but Randolph wants to meet with me first at 8:30 in my office. I'm sure it's his stand-in dad thing just to rest my nerves because he knows that this is going to be a change for me, adapting to the rules of someone new.

Speaking of dads, it's about that time to call Charlie. It's been a week since we last spoke and I want to see how he's doing. He should be home by now, probably diving into one of Sue's delicious creations. I walk over to the cordless phone and dial the number. He picks up on the third ring. Probably busy stuffing his face.

"Hello."

"Hey, Dad."

"Bells, it's good to hear from you. How are you, kiddo?"

"Dad, could you please stop with the kiddo thing, it's insulting." I smile because I know he won't respect my wishes and I really don't want him to. I rather enjoy it when he calls me kiddo, but he'll never know that.

"How's work going Bells, they aren't cracking the whip across your back are they?" I damn near spit wine across the room. Leave it to Chief Swan to unknowingly chime in on my 'extracurricular activities'.

"No Dad, I'm the slave master now, remember?" Literally I am. Funny how sometimes life's little clichés establish themselves into our daily lives.

"That's good to hear, baby. You know Bells, I don't know if you know but Jake is back in the area. Actually, he's back in your area." I set the wine glass down and lean forward. Jake is in my area? For how long is he here? What is he doing in Seattle? I always thought that he would venture out then go back home to Forks. Who was I kidding? I didn't so much as look back when I left. I had to leave everything that reminded me of him behind. Even though Jake had nothing to do with Edward and I breaking up, I had 'broke up', so to speak, with Jake and cut off all communication. This was difficult to do seeing as though our dads are best friends. I always found a way to not be at home when Billy would come by. Although Jake was still in high school when I left, I didn't have to worry about seeing him around.

The last summer before I went to college, I spent it in Florida with my mom. I left straight from there to NYU, and I haven't looked back.

"Hello, Bells are you there?"

"Yes Dad, I'm here. Is there a reason why you're mentioning Jake…?"

"Well I just thought that since you don't have any friends out there, and Jake was such a good friend to you, you two should try to work things out. A lot of time has passed. You're both adults and I think you should put the things that happened behind you and start fresh. He's doing some great things for himself Bells. You would be proud."

What does he mean by that? I've never wanted Jake to be anyone but who he wanted to be. The past is the past and though I have worked hard to put it behind me, my heart still breaks at the thoughts of what I did to him. Totally cutting him off was a selfish thing to do because I did it for Edward and not for myself. It was selfish on my part because I couldn't see beyond what I wanted which, was Edward. So I did what I thought would keep us together and that was turning away from my best friend.

"He's got his claws in you so deep Bella." That was the last thing Jake said to me as I pulled away in my old Chevy. I will never forget the hurt on his face. It has always haunted me and it still does.

I realize that I've been too deep within my own thoughts and I snap out of my reverie.

"Things between Jake and I are difficult. There is a lot of pain from the past and I don't know if he'll ever forgive me. I am glad to hear he is doing well and I wish him the best. If our paths cross one day, then I'll deal with it then, but for now, it's better that we live our own respective lives."

"Just think about it Bells, give things a chance, you never know what could happen. Jake knew what Edward was capable of…." I stop him short. I was not going to fucking go there with him today.

"Stop. It was my choice Dad and I have no regrets. Please, just let it go." I really, really want him to let this go. Every time I'm on the phone with him, he tries to find a way to bring up the "I told you so" thing about Edward.

"Ok honey, I'm sorry. You know I just want to see you happy. I don't like that you're out in Seattle all alone. All you do is work and sit in that glass museum you call a house. I didn't mean any harm, honey."

I guess the next thing he is going to call me is the ice queen, though he wouldn't be too far off the mark with that superlative.

"That's okay Dad, I know you're concerned. You have to believe me when I say I am happy. I love my job and wouldn't trade it for the world. It took a lot for me to get to where I am and I love it all the more because I know that it was me who made it happen. Don't worry about me; my life isn't lacking anything right now, okay?" I could lie to myself but I could never fool Chief Swan. He knew me better than I knew myself at times. My life was lacking in the relationship department but I allowed my job to overshadow that so it wouldn't bother me as much.

"Ok Bells. I love you."

"I love you too Dad. Say hi to Sue for me and tell her I can't wait to see her and her famous sweet potato casserole for Christmas."

"I will honey, take care. Bye."

"Bye Dad."

And with that, my nails-on-a-chalkboard experience for the week was over. I grabbed my empty bowl and wine glass and placed them in the dishwasher. I poured the leftover beef stew into a Tupperware and placed it in the fridge. I corked the bottle and left it on the counter. Jane would put it back in its proper place tomorrow. I turned off the lights in the kitchen and headed upstairs.

I changed into my rainy night pajamas, which consisted of my favorite holey t-shirt and some shorts and fell into bed. I let the rain soothe my thoughts and take me to a dreamland filled with moss covered trees and musky woods.

And there you have it, the pre-req to the reunion. I hope you guys are ready for the next update. Things are about to get really interesting. As always I welcome all comments, questions and reviews. Hit the button at the bottom and type away! See you in two weeks!