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Chapter 10

EPOV

I was fucking furious.

Confused ...

Who the hell knew?

Welcome to Ohio

Why hadn't she told me?

The last time I had taken a girl's virginity had been junior year in high school. My girlfriend at that time, Tia Messer, really had wanted to fit in with the cool kids. You know, the ones that are having sex? And if I was being honest with myself, I had wanted it, too. What guy wouldn't?

But this ... This was different.

This situation was different.

Fuck, everything was different.

Running a hand through my hair, I chanced a glance at Bella. Legs crossed on the seat, she watched the scenery fly by, a small smile gracing her lips.

We hadn't talked much since we left Chicago.

What was she thinking?

The image of the blood - smeared sheet flashed through my mind ...

Again.

Fuck.

Her first time should have been special and what had I done? I had fucked her.

Fuck.

I couldn't stop gripping my hair. There was no better way to describe it. It had been raw fucking.

Desire.

Passion.

Lust.

Want.

All rolled into one.

Did I regret it?

Yes and no.

To feel her ... Fuck ... Skin on skin had been euphoric. Her moans of pleasure; the way she bit my shoulder, her tight ...

Ok, getting back to reality, now.

Taking her virginity so harshly? Fuck yeah; I regretted that.

Still ... There was no going back now.

Glancing at her peaceful face one more time, I concentrated on my conversation with Alec.

"What are you doing in Chicago, man?" I surely hoped he had some answers. "I thought you lived in Texas."

He filled a glass with some kind of concoction and slid it to a man waiting before resuming. "I did." His sad eyes turned to me, before continuing, "She found our neighbor more interesting than me. So, here I am."

I took a swig from my beer, "Sorry man. That's rough." I had some experience in the heartbreak, department, too.

Bella licked her lip seductively while her hand grasped my thigh. Dammit woman, I need to concentrate. But fuck if I didn't like her touch.

Clearing my throat, I tried concentrating on Alec; tried being the operative word.

"Why Chicago though?"

Wiping the counter, he refilled Bella's glass, and then attended to other patrons before returning.

What was it now? Her third glass? It seemed like alcohol loosened her up.

For the better.

Yeah, my cock liked her hand travelling up my thigh towards him. He was tapping at my zipper constantly trying to get closer to her.

Alec put another beer in front of me.

Oh, was it empty already?

"My bunkmate in Iraq, Jerry Bruner, told me about this club when I crashed on his couch after ... you know. So I figured it was worth a shot. Now look at me." He stretched out his arms with a big smile on his face, "I got a great job, a different woman every night if I want, and a house just outside the city limits. I love it man."

I laughed with him and then asked, "This job pays that well?"

He smiled wider, "Oh you bet. You should come see it sometime. Maybe I could hook you up with Dimitri. He's always looking for some muscle."

Like he needed anymore.

As soon as we had walked in, I had noticed 'Dimitri's muscle' all around the club. All looked to be Russian. No facial expressions and all carrying. A little ruckus and the nearest 'muscle' reached for his 9mm.

Something definitely was going on here.

All my senses concentrated on the beautiful woman beside me; dancing with me.

Until I saw him.

Dialing my phone with Bella watching me curiously, she answered on the first ring, "Hale."

"Rose, I know who the mole is."

XXXXXX

Agent Newton POV

"Ugh," I grunted while slamming into her. Mr. Bastelli sure knew which whore I liked best and he always provided. This, along with a hefty deposit into my bank account, was my payment for doing most of his work.

The intercom buzzed.

Yanking on the slut's hair, she whimpered in pain. Good thing she barely spoke English.

Slamming into her again with force, I put my finger to her lips and told her to be quiet. She understood and put her head back onto her hands.

Picking up the phone, I answered, "Yeah?"

"We're descending into Dulles and Mr. V wants to see you as soon as possible," the pilot stated.

"Ok," I grunted out as I hung up the phone.

Grabbing the slut's hips tightly, I thrust into her a few more times before coming in spurts into her wet heat, grunting the entire time.

Fuck that was good.

I don't know if she got off and I didn't care, either. She was paid to please me, not the other way around.

Slapping her ass one more time, I smiled as she yelped in pain as I pulled out of her, disposing of the condom in the trash before pulling my pants back on and buckling my seat belt.

She … I don't know her name and I didn't care, put on her clothes as well and took a seat in the back.

Oh, the luxury of flying in a private plane.

-x-

"I'm here to see Mr. V."

His secretary didn't like me. It had been this way from the beginning.

What I wouldn't give to have her on her knees in front of me, teaching her respect.

She looked at me with a bored expression, "He's expecting you, Agent."

Winking at her, I walked into Mr. V's office, closing the door behind me.

Taking a seat, I waited until he finished with his phone call.

"Let me call you back."

Pausing, he motioned for me to take a seat.

"Yes, Tesoro. I have a client waiting."

I smiled.

Client my ass.

"Ok, darling, you have fun shopping." With that, he hung up the phone.

Folding his hands on the table, he looked at me, "Agent Newton. How was Chicago?"

Adjusting myself in the seat, I replied, "We found them ..."

"But you lost them, I know."

Having Mr. V furious, was not a good idea.

"I know sir but I will find them. You have my word."

His steel grey eyes looked me over, "That's what you said before I sent you to Chicago. What has changed?"

"Cullen and the girl have gotten into some kind of a romantic relationship. All we have to do is separate them and threaten to hurt the other. It's fairly simple."

Leaning back into his seat, he took a deep breath, thinking it over. "What makes you so sure it'll work?"

I smirked, "Because I know Cullen. He will do anything to protect the girl."

Mr. V nodded and slowly smiled, "Good. Good. Then that's your assignment. Get Cullen away from the girl and bring him to the warehouse."

Standing and buttoning my jacket, I shook his hand, "Thank you, sir. I won't let you down."

His hand squeezed mine tighter, "You best not, because you know what will happen if you do."

That I did.

I had seen him take care of other men that defied him. His favorite was playing Russian roulette with them. They knew they were gonna die, but that was torture.

"Of course, sir."

Smiling with glee, I left his office, groping his secretary's ass as I passed. She yelled and cursed at me while I laughed all the way to the exit.

Cullen was gonna get it.

The fucker had been promoted to my rightful position. He didn't deserve it. None of it. And his team of posies would follow me around one day. Mr. V had shown me the possibilities on how to make it happen and it looked as if the day would come soon.

Edward Cullen was as good as dead.

The Chief's daughter, too.

XXXXXX

BPOV

"How many people have you ... you know?"

Edward swung his head in my direction, mouth open wide.

The sun was setting and we had just crossed the Virginia State line. It had been a long day, stopping for gas, bathroom breaks and getting burgers from McDonald's a few hours ago. From Chicago, conversation had been light, the previous night had not been mentioned.

Even though that was all I could think about.

We had just left, from what I hoped was our last stop for today. We had both gotten coffee for the last stretch of this trip.

It was a bittersweet feeling.

I was going to see my dad and sister again.

However, on the other hand, Edward and I might go our separate ways after that. We had never put a title on our relationship, or whatever it was, we were doing. I was a witness and he was the agent assigned to protect the witness. We had crossed the line last night, but what did it mean for us?

Over the past few days I had fallen for this man ... hard, but that was no guarantee that he felt the same.

Last night could have meant anything to him. Exactly what, I may never know.

I would think about it later. For now, I was going to concentrate on the time we still had together and enjoy it all.

Edward looked between the road and me, the same unbelievable expression on his face.

So adorable.

Sexy.

It looked like he swallowed before answering, "You really wanna know?"

I nodded, "Yeah, why not? I wouldn't have asked otherwise."

His fingers twisted around the steering wheel with force, "Fifteen."

I did read his lips correctly, right?

He did say fifteen?

Yes, yes he did.

I swallowed and looked out the window, repeating the number in my head.

Fifteen people died by his hand.

Fifteen.

A double-digit figure.

Then I remembered what I had told him that morning after his nightmare. He had done it for this country … For freedom.

He had a dark expression on his face.

Worry.

Sadness.

Anger.

Reaching over, I rubbed his shoulder, "Hey, are you okay?"

The unbelievable expression was back, "You're asking me if I'm okay? Seriously?"

I shrugged, "Um, yeah?"

A small smile graced his lips, making me want to kiss them and do all kinds of other things.

Like naked stuff.

Ok, Bella, focus.

The light was back in his eyes when he turned to me to answer, "Yeah, I'm okay. Thanks, Bella."

His hand grasped mine and he pulled it to his lap; keeping it there as we drove, stroking it absentmindedly, making me one happy woman.

Our conversation dwindled when evening came since I couldn't make out what he was saying anymore.

-x-

After midnight, we pulled into his parents' driveway and my nerves started to come on me in waves.

What are they gonna think?

Will they like me?

Man, why am I thinking that?

They don't care.

I'm just crashing here for a night, maybe. Edward probably told them I was just a witness.

Just a witness.

I was really starting to dislike that word.

Holy fuck, look at that house.

My jaw dropped.

It was dark, but lights from the windows lit the house on the outside. Two stories, big windows covered by drapes and a navy blue door. In addition, a three bay garage was nestled in the woods. The perfect place; beautiful and peaceful.

And I hadn't even seen the inside yet.

Edward led me into the garage through a side door and up a set of stairs, opening the door at the top. This place was gigantic. It was an open area, with a king-sized, four-poster bed on the far wall and a big TV on the opposite wall. Black carpet lined the entire space and the bed had dark grey bedding.

This was a man's place.

Edward set our bags down and turned to my gaping face.

Smiling, he ran a hand through his hair, "Um, yeah. Welcome to my bedroom."

He looked so nervous.

I walked in further, "More like paradise."

Twirling around, I took it all in, "This place is incredible. I wish I had a bedroom like this when I grew up."

A tinge of pink covered his cheeks.

Why was he embarrassed?

This was heaven.

Walking towards the bed, I let the smooth fabric of the comforter run through my fingers, "And this bed. I mean wow."

Edward walked towards me and gently tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, his eyes smoldering, "I've never brought someone up here, besides my parents."

My throat felt dry. He was so close. Just a tiny step forward and I could kiss him again. I could pull him onto this bed. I could take off his clothes. I could ... Oh God I needed to concentrate.

Clearing my throat, my eyes fixed on his lips, "Um, I could leave."

His close proximity was clouding my judgment and rendering me stupid.

He licked his lips, his hand still on my cheekbone and shook his head, "No."

My hands fisted the shirt by his waist, ready to pull him closer. Wetness rushed between my legs and I had the urge to rub my thighs together.

He leaned in and I held my breath waiting for his kiss.

It never came.

He stepped back, running that fucking hand through his hair again.

I blinked; confused.

I watched, while my heart sank.

Edward with his hand still in his hair went over to the dresser and pulled out a shirt. He looked at it with his brows furrowed; his torso rose and fell as if he had taken a deep breath. After a few agonizing seconds, he shook his head and handed me the shirt.

Watching his lips, he said, "I'll go change in the bathroom. You can take the bed and I'll take the couch."

I started to protest, but he held up his hand, "Please don't argue. It's late and tomorrow is gonna be a long day. We need the rest."

With my thoughts racing a hundred miles per hour, I watched him enter the bathroom and close the door behind him.

What was going on in that beautiful head of his?

Changing into Edward's intoxicating shirt, I thought back to this morning when I had asked him who he saw at the club. His only response had been 'someone I wish I hadn't.' He wouldn't elaborate, and when he had been on the phone with Rose, he told her that he knew who the mole was, and to meet him here in the morning.

Come to think of it, I had been totally left out. I had no clue what was going on.

It was time to rectify that.

That stubborn man in the bathroom was going give me answers one way or another.

As I settled into the bed, Edward emerged wearing a pair of sweatpants that hung low on his hips, revealing that delicious V.

And nothing else.

Was he seriously trying to kill me?

Biting my lip, I watched him prepare the couch as a makeshift bed.

Offer him the space next to you.

Um...

Pick your jaw off the floor and ask him.

Damn, look at those ass dimples.

Edward turned around, catching me watching him and my face flamed.

He smirked and took a seat on the edge of the bed, "Like what you see?"

"I ... Um ..."

Good one, Swan.

He grabbed my hand, his expression turning somber, "Bella."

"Yeah?" I squeezed his hand, my eyes starting to droop. It had been such a long day and this bed was so fucking comfy.

He scratched his scruffy cheek, averting his eyes once before looking down to our entwined hands, "Bella, we need to talk about last night."

Oh.

I straightened up a bit, "What about it?"

God, I'm so tired. Can't this wait?

His fingers traced the veins along my hand while his eyes met mine. Seeing that I was half-asleep, he said, "Get some sleep. We'll talk in the morning."

Burrowing into the covers, yawning, I mumbled, "Ok. Morning. Talk. Good."

Dream Edward was beckoning me to join him. He was lying naked in a field of flowers.

I felt something scratch my cheek and it woke me … again.

I looked at Edward.

He was so close.

Smelling good enough to eat.

Stroking his cheek, I whispered, "Last night was fantastic."

His wide green eyes were the last thing I saw before dream Edward had my full attention.

-x-

Something bright filtered through the darkness causing my eyes to open. The sun was shining through one of the windows and it looked to be a beautiful day.

Then I realized where I was.

Edward's bed.

Wearing his shirt.

At his parents' house.

In Virginia.

Oh fuck.

Squeezing my eyes shut, I tried to get my breathing under control. Once it was regular, I looked over to where Edward slept, but found his 'bed' empty.

Maybe he's in the bathroom?

No. The door was open and the light was out.

Where is he?

Before I went searching, I had to take care of my morning business. Afterwards, I pulled on my sweatpants and crept towards the door, giving myself a pep talk along the way.

Take a deep breath. You can do this.

It's meeting new people!

You'll be fine.

With my hand on the knob, I took a deep breath and opened the door. Yelping in surprise, I jumped back with my hand over my heart. Edward stood in the doorway, still wearing those sinful sweats, no shirt, and a tray full of breakfast.

Settling on the couch, I surveyed the deliciousness he brought; omelets, fruit, coffee and toast. My stomach rumbled at the sight. Fast food just wasn't for me. I was more of a homemade meal, kinda gal.

A tap on my shoulder kept me from salivating all over the food. Looking up, I was met with Edward's amused expression. Also, the fucker had put on a shirt. Now why would he do that? I was enjoying the view.

Lips, Bella. Focus on his beautiful lips. He's talking.

Focusing, I watched him say, "My mom made breakfast."

So, they knew that I was here.

I cleared my throat, trying to swallow around the nervous lump in my throat, "This looks great. I'm starving."

He smiled his crooked, wet-panties smile, "Yeah, me too." He poured us each a glass of orange juice.

"She's anxious to meet you. Both of them are."

My hand shook as I tried to cut off a piece of my omelet, the lump in my throat intensifying.

Dear God, what are they gonna think?

Before I was able to go crazy about meeting his parents, his hand caressed my cheek before lifting my chin to meet his mossy greens.

My favorite.

"Don't worry, Baby, they know why you're here." He smirked, "Besides my mom is desperate to meet the woman that got to spend the night in my room."

My eyes widened, "What?"

His cheeks tinged pink, "Yeah, I've never brought a girl up here before. This was always my sanctuary. My man pad, you know?"

I nodded, completely baffled and excited that he was opening up to me, "Um, thanks?"

What was I supposed to say to that?

I was still squealing on the inside at the fact that I was the only girl that had been in his room.

In his bed.

Well, this room and bed, but it was something.

He smiled and said, "You're welcome."

Nothing else was said as we chowed down our breakfast. I may have moaned a few times due to the delicious flavor bursting inside my mouth. My omelet was almost all gone when I made the mistake of looking at Edward. His plate was empty and his dark eyes were solely focused on my lips, his fists clenched tightly by his side.

Swallowing, I set my plate down. His right hand reached out and wiped the corner of my mouth, and with my eyes still focused on his, I swiped my tongue over his thumb.

His eyes snapped up and met with mine. Something passed in his eyes and he withdrew his hand, dragging it through his hair again.

His torso rose and fell as he took a deep breath. "We need to talk about Chicago."

I remembered him mentioning it before I fell asleep.

Crossing my legs on the couch, I faced him. "Okay."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

Looking down at my hands, I contemplated my answer. I wanted to tell him it was because I loved him, but then again I could be setting myself up for heartache. He had made me feel wanted and beautiful that night, but afterwards it had been back to business. He still held my hand, caressed my cheek, but that didn't necessarily mean anything. It was confusing.

Clearing my throat, I looked up at him, "Do you know of any other twenty-eight year old virgins?"

He hesitated.

"Of course not."

I swallowed around the lump in my throat once again. "To answer your question, I didn't say anything because I was too caught up in the moment ... In you. And I was embarrassed, I didn't know how you would react to it being my first time. I had no way to know what to expect or how it would feel."

Edward jumped up from the couch and started to pace, his hand again in his hair. At this rate, he was gonna pull it out. I couldn't let that happen.

Standing, I took his hand and pulled it from his hair. His agonizing eyes looked down to my hand holding his before meeting my eyes.

"I'm sorry I hurt you. It wasn't my ..."

Putting a finger to his lips, I shook my head, "Please don't."

He started to protest, but I just shook my head more firmly. "Honestly, don't. I'm fine. Yes, it hurt, but it was replaced with pleasure; more than I ever imagined. So please believe me when I say, it was fantastic. I wouldn't change it for anything."

The words 'I love you' almost spilled out, but I bit my tongue before it happened.

Edward's eyes softened and he kissed my finger that was still on his lips before taking my hand in his. Pulling me closer, he looked back and forth between my eyes, "May I kiss you?"

I snorted. "What?"

His eyes twinkled as he grinned at me, "May I kiss you? Properly?"

He was serious.

He was fucking serious.

I think I nodded, because the next thing I knew, his lips were on mine, gently massaging my top lip between his. Tilting my head to the side, he swiped his tongue across my lower lip and I gasped, feeling his tongue caressing mine. My eyes closed and my hands gripped his hair, pulling him closer, still. His hands on my hips squeezed and he slowed the kiss down, pecking my lips twice before smiling brightly.

"Thank you."

I nodded, my head still in this Edward-induced haze. He was one fantastic kisser.

His hand caressed my cheek, "Bella, would you like to meet my parents?"

I smiled and nodded, getting lost in his brilliant smile. I don't think I had seen him this happy since we met.

He took the tray and opened the door, turning back to me once more.

"Bella, I will make it up to you." Then the fucker winked at me.

Winked.

I wanted to ask if that was a promise, but I think I dropped my mouth on the floor in his room.

The entire way down the stairs, I glared at the back of his head for leaving my speechless, but inwardly I was doing a happy dance. If his words meant what he implied, I was going see and experience my Edward naked again.

I wanted to ask when, but he opened the door that led into the house and all thoughts about naked Edward were pushed to the back of my head. His parents sat by the kitchen table, grinning at both us when we walked in. Edward deposited the tray on the kitchen counter and then turned to me. I stood frozen to the floor by the door leading from the garage.

He smiled softly and beckoned me to come closer. Somehow my feet carried me towards him and he grasped my hand in his, squeezing it gently.

Edward's mom stood up from her chair and walked towards me, offering her hand with a smile on her face, "I'm Esme, Edward's mother."

Her gaze landed on our hands and I disentangled mine from Edward's to take hers. "Bella. Bella Swan."

Edward walked over to his father and they started talking. I turned back to his mother, "It's nice to meet you Mrs. Cullen."

Her smile could have split her face as she beamed at me, "Oh, the pleasure is all mine. We have waited a long time for this."

What did that mean?

Her head suddenly snapped towards the door, as did everyone else's.

She turned to me, "Excuse me."

I nodded and watched her walk away. Edward's father turned to me, holding out his hand, "It's nice to meet you, Bella. The name's Carlisle."

His smile was so warm and inviting that I smiled in return, "Nice to meet you too, Dr. Cullen."

I didn't catch what he said next as my eyes were drawn to the gorgeous blonde woman walking into the kitchen. She paused and looked around the room before her eyes landed on Edward. She smiled widely and walked briskly towards him.

I chanced a glance at Edward and he looked stunned.

What the fuck was going on?

Blondie grasped Edward's face in her hands and planted her lips on his, kissing him forcefully.

Oh no, she didn't.

She was touching my man.

Withdrawing from him, she smiled sweetly and I read her lips as she said, "Hi Eddie. How are things?"

Possessiveness, in the form of anger and jealously, coursed through me.

"Yeah, Eddie, how are things?"

A/N: So many of you guessed who the mole was. What ya'll think of Newton's POV?

Anyone know from which movie the last line is from?

Also, E & B talked a bit, met his parents, and met a Edward kissin' blonde. ***gasp*** who could that be?

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