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Chapter 10

"Get your act together," Carlisle yelled at Edward slamming his fist on the table. His son stood across from him seething as he looked at his father. It was moments like this that made him really hate his father.

"You don't know who you're dealing with boy."

"No," Edward replied, eerily calm. "You don't know who you're dealing with. I can destroy you."

Carlisle laughed a cold empty laugh, "Is that a threat?"

"You of all people should know that I don't make empty threats," he replied. "I'm done talking about this. You know nothing, so drop it."

Edward moved from behind his desk and made his way to the office door. He opened it and turned to Carlisle.

"My wife and I have a flight to catch in a few hours. I'm sure you can see your way out."

Carlisle chuckled darkly and approached the door, "I taught you well. I wonder how long your wife will want to stay with you once she meets the monster."

Edward gave no immediate reply and Carlisle made his way out of the office, whistling to himself.

"She'll just have to accept it." Edward ran his hand through his hair and took a deep breath. He calmly took a seat behind his desk once again and stared coldly at the door. He felt nothing but rage for his father. He despised the man and feared him all at the same time.

"Why doesn't he just die already," he said to himself. "It would make my life a lot easier if he wasn't breathing down my neck all the time."

She's my wife. I'll do what I want.

~I~

Isabella and Esme were chatting over a cup of tea when Carlisle walked into the kitchen, whistling to himself. "We're leaving Esme," he said. "Get your coat."

"You guys are leaving so soon," Isabella asked. She enjoyed spending time with Esme and wasn't ready to part with her new mother figure just yet.

"You and Edward need to get ready for your flight," he answered. "Your honeymoon begins soon. This will be the time when you learn the most about each other and I wish you the best of luck."

Isabella was confused by his words but thought nothing of it because Carlisle had always seemed very strange. She got up from her seat at the island and gave Esme a tight hug.

"Tell Alice I said bye," she whispered.

"I'll miss you but we will see each other once you get back," Esme assured her. "I'll make sure of it."

"Goodbye Isabella," Carlisle said before leading Esme out of the kitchen and towards the front door.

Isabella sighed and picked up the empty cups bringing them to the sink. She was a bit nervous about her honeymoon. She had no idea where Edward was taking her and what she would be doing while on a honeymoon. After she washed the cups, she made her way to Edward's office to see what he was up to.

The door to his office was wide open and she walked right in. Once she entered the room she found Edward seated behind his desk with his fingers folded in front of him. He almost looked like he was waiting for her.

"Hey," she said feeling awkward.

"How was your chat with Esme," he asked holding her gaze with his penetrating eyes. It was almost impossible for her to look away.

"It was great," she said. "I'm glad I got to see her one more time before we left."

"Come here," he said pushing back his chair and motioning to his lap. Isabella obediently went to his side and hesitantly sat down. He wrapped his arms around her and brought her closer to his body.

"We're leaving soon," he murmured.

"Where are we going," she asked, knowing he won't tell her anyway. She spent quite a bit of time in the days leading up to their wedding, trying to guess the location of their honeymoon.

"Somewhere really romantic, where I can have you all to myself," he answered. "I don't want to share you and I don't want anyone looking at you either."

Isabella giggled as he placed a kiss on her neck. She loved the feeling of being wanted.

"Let's go get ready baby," he finally said. "We may have a private plane, but that doesn't mean we can be late."

~I~

Isabella was absolutely mesmerized by the inside of the private jet. "How many people can it hold?"

"It has room for eight passengers," he said taking a seat in the black leather chair next to hers.

"You look beautiful today," he said to her and she blushed and looked down at her cream silk wool dress with cream buttons down the front. She wore her mahogany hair in soft waves down her back and her outfit was finished with comfortable cream flats.

"Thank you," she said with a smile. "You don't look too bad yourself."

"I try," he said with a shrug and a smirk. "I have to keep up with my beautiful wife." He leaned over and placed a kiss on her forehead.

"I don't know what I did to deserve someone like you," she said emotionally. "You're changing my life and I think it's for the better."

"Of course it's for the better," he said. "I love you so much and I take care of what I love." She was shocked by his revelation. Nobody had ever told her they loved her before. Not even her mother. It felt nice to have who loved her. Tears welled up in her eyes.

"Nobody has ever said anything like that to me before," she cried. "Edward, I'm so happy. I don't deserve your love and I will do whatever is necessary to make sure I earn it."

He wrapped an arm around her and used his other hand to wipe her tears. "I know you will sweetheart."

~I~

When they landed at the Côte d'Azur Airport, it was a little after three in the morning. The flight had been long but comfortable due to the spacious bedroom located at the back of the jet. Edward and Isabella spent quite some time christening their new bed, before sleeping through most of the flight.

"Are you going to tell me where we are now," she asked him expectantly. He placed his arm over her shoulder as they made their way out of the jet and towards a waiting car.

"I don't know," he said, playfully contemplating her request. "I think I'm going to let you figure it out."

"How can I," she asked. " It's the middle of the night."

"It's three-fifteen in the morning actually," he stated and she growled playfully.

"Ed-ward," she whined. "Tell me." The driver of the car held open the door for them and Isabella slipped in with Edward following behind her.

"You want a hint," he asked, pressing his lips to her the side of her head.

"No, I want you to tell me."

"I don't think I will," he said with a smug smile, leaning away from her. Isabella opted to give him the silent treatment and not respond at all. She petulantly stared out the window for any signs of where they were. It seemed to be somewhere with lots of open space.

It was about an hour before they drove through an automatic gate and then down a long gravel private driveway. Isabella looked around curiously.

"We're at my vineyard estate in the south of France, Isabella," Edward said looking amused at her curiosity.

"We're in France," she all but yelled. "That is so cool!" She felt excitement bubbling inside her. Isabella had dreamed of travelling to places like France, but she never thought those dreams would be fulfilled. Her mother always called them silly and told her she would never leave Washington. She felt triumphant; like she overcame and adversity.

"Wait a minute," she said suddenly. "Why do you have a vineyard?"

He chuckled, opening the door, "Come on, Isabella. Let's get inside. I want to fuck you."

Isabella gasped at the forwardness of his statement, but he was already out of the car and pulling her behind him.

It's going to be a long night, she thought.

~I~

Isabella was breathing heavily as Edward pulled out of her.

"That was amazing baby, " he said leaning over to give her a hand up. "Let me give you a tour of our new home for the next month or so."

"Month or so," she asked taking his hand.

"Yeah," he answered. "It's just enough time to get to know my new wife?"

"Can we skip the tour," she asked. "I'm a bit tired and this place is huge."

"Six bedrooms and five bathrooms," he said with a smirk.

"You seem proud of yourself." He shrugged at her words and took her hand.

"Let's take a bath," he said. "I heard it's a must do for honeymoons."

"I think I would like that very much," she said grinning, embarrassingly wide. He turned and led her to the bathroom located in their master bedroom. Isabella was wearing nothing but her travel dress. Edward had simply ripped her underwear from her body in his impatience.

Once they were in the bathroom he turned on the water and proceeded to dump different bath essentials in the tub.

"We're thirty minutes from the bay of Saint Tropez. We should see it sometime this week," he said turning to face her. He sauntered over to her and placed light kisses on her face. He brought his hands to the front of her dress and slowly began to unbutton it.

"Do you love me, Isabella," he asked her softly. His voice was almost childlike. "Maybe you don't feel it yet, but I hope you will some day." He opened her dress and pulled it from her body.

Isabella wanted to love Edward with all her heart but she wasn't exactly sure what it was to love. One thing she was absolutely sure about was how happy he made her. She never cared for anyone as much as she did for Edward.

Instead of answering she simply tiptoed and locked her lips to his. Edward roughly kissed her back with an intense ferocity. She unbuttoned his shirt without removing her lips from his and pushed it of his shoulder.

His tongue met hers and swirled around each other before latched on to her bottom lip and bit down on it. She yelped in surprise and he let go of her mouth, easily lifting her into his arms and placing her in the water. He then shut of the pipe and slipped in behind her.

"What activities do you have planned for us while we're here," Isabella softly asked.

"I have lots. Most of them involve sex though," he said with a chuckle.

"Of course they do."

"We have a while," he said. "I haven't made any plans to go back yet. The honeymoon phase is the best part of marriage so I want to stretch it out until I'm satisfied that I have a thoroughly executed honeymoon."

"Don't you have to work," she asked. He slowly ran his fingers through her hair as she leaned back against his body.

"I work for myself," he answered. "Plus I have some business to handle while I am here. My job involves lots of travel. I move a lot."

"What will I do when you need to travel," Isabella asked feeling uneasy at the thought of separation.

"You will come with," he said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"What about your inheritance?"

"What about it?"

"That was the reason we got married," she said quietly. "I just thought…"

"Don't worry about that," he said soothingly. "I don't plan on letting you go. You're stuck with me now."

"I don't mind being stuck," she said tilting her head back to look at him. "I like being with you. I feel like you're the only person who cares about me. My own mother doesn't want me and my dad left us."

"Well I want you." He wrapped his arms around her and gave her a tight squeeze. "And I'm going to keep you forever." She sighed contentedly and relaxed in his arms.

"Let me wash your hair," he whispered letting her go and reaching over for her bottle of shampoo and a brush. He poured some in his palm and began to softly massage it into her scalp.

"What's your best childhood memory," she asked.

He frowned at the question, not understanding where it came from. "Why do you ask that?"

"Just trying to learn more about you," she said with a hum, enjoying his hands in her hair.

"My best memories were always with my grandmother," he said. "I loved her house more than mine because she understood me in ways my parents didn't."

"Where is she now," Isabella asked curiously. She wanted to meet this woman who seemed to mean a lot to Edward.

"She died in a car accident," he said simply.

"I'm sorry. That must have been hard."

"It's okay. I got over it," he said with a shrug.

Isabella decided to change the subject to something lighter. "Which food or snack do you hate the most?"

"Definitely Jell-O," he said sounding disgusted.

"What's wrong with Jell-O," Isabella asked. "Everybody likes Jell-O."

"I hate it. Everything is wrong with it. It's weird and it jiggles."

"That's the best part Edward," she said giggling. "It's what makes it fun to eat."

"It's gross and it's not allowed in our house," he said with finality.

"Whatever you say," she laughed. "Do you passionately hate anything else food related?"

"Cherry pie."

Isabella stopped laughing. "Is it because of Mrs. McCarthy?"

"Of course not," he said. "It's just the worst type of pie out there. I don't think pies and cherries are meant to be together."

"You're ridiculous," she laughed.

"Don't act like you don't like it."

~I~

Isabella lounged lazily by the poolside enjoying the view of her husband swimming and paying no attention to the book in her hand. She was very pleased to learn that there was a magnificent pool house not too far from the main house. It took her three days to find out about it because she and Edward only left the room to eat when they had first arrived.

"Why don't you join me," Edward asked leaning against the edge of the pool.

Isabella rapidly shook her head. "I can't swim."

"That's alright," he said. "We can stay in the shallow end."

"I don't know," she said sounding unsure.

"Come on," Edward said beseechingly. "That bikini is to hot to not get wet. Besides, if you don't come in, I'll come out to get you."

"You wouldn't."

"I would," he assured her and started to make his way out of the pool.

"Edward no," she said trying to sound stern, but failing miserably. "I mean it. I don't want to get in."

"Come on," he said grinning mischievously. He walked slowly towards her with his arms outstretched and she sat up and started to back away.

"Stop Edward," she giggled. "Your smile is so creepy right now." He simply grinned wider and as he got closer she jumped of the chair and ran away.

"I'm going to get you," Edward growled chasing after her.

"Edward Stop," she shrieked, laughing uncontrollably. He quickly caught up with her, capturing her around the waist and throwing her over his shoulder.

"I've got you." He smacked her on her bum and started to carry her to the pool as she playfully smacked him. He slowly eased into the shallow side and stood Isabella up in the water.

"That wasn't so bad now, was it," he asked with a wide grin.

"Shut up," she said playfully shoving his chest.

"Lesson number two," he said. " Never run from me."

She raised her eyebrows and a smile played on her lips. "What was number one?"

"I always get what I want."

She rolled her eyes and leaned her head on his chest. "You're an amazing man."

"I wouldn't be me if I wasn't. It's what draws the ladies in," he laughed.

"It's sure working on this lady," she giggled.

Edward chuckled and pushed her against the edge of the pool. "We should go to Carcassonne tomorrow. It's about a three hour drive from here."

"What's in Carcassonne," Isabella asked curiously. He placed his hands on her shoulders and massaged gently.

"It's a surprise," Edward whispered mischievously. "We're in the south of France. I want you to see everything worth seeing."

"I'm sure whatever you have in store will be amazing," Isabella said, kissing his chest. "You're very romantic."

"You say amazing a lot," Edward teased. He wrapped one hand around her neck and leaned down to kiss her shoulder. Her breathing picked up and his hand tightened around her neck.

The rough edge of the pool dug painfully into her back and Edward's hand kept tightening around her neck.

"What are you doing," she gasped feeling a little panicked. "It's getting a little hard to breathe."

Edward said nothing in response and simply let go of her neck and attacked her lips with his. He reached behind her and pulled on the string that held her bikini top up. The strings came free and the bikini top slipped down revealing her breasts.

"I'm horny."

~I~

"Isabella," a voice whispered poking her in the side.

"What," she grumbled, burying her face in her pillow. "Five more minutes."

"You have to wake up, or you'll ruin it," Edward said sounding exasperated. "Don't make me have to drag you out of bed."

She noted the frustration and a hint of anger in his voice and opened her eyes. "What's wrong?" Isabella didn't like him being frustrated or angry. She felt like he was too good to her to cause him any disappointment.

"You have to get up," he said pulling on her arm. "Hurry up."

"I'm up. I'm up," she sighed, stretching her arms above her head. He grabbed her arm and all but pulled her from the bed. She was barely awake as he opened the patio door and led her outside.

"Why are we here," she asked, looking around. "The sun isn't even up."

"That's why we're here," he explained, leading her to a chair. "We're going to watch the sun rise."

"Shouldn't it be sunset," she asked with a yawn.

"Watching the sun set is so overrated," he said. "I'm setting new standards."

"I know I say this a lot, but you're amazing," she laughed.

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