Chapter 11:

BPOV

"Good morning."

"Urrgh, what time is it?" I can see that it's light out but I'm still groggy and slow moving. I am so not a morning person.

Edward chuckles. "Ten fifteen, sleepy head. Someone's banging on the door downstairs. I'm gonna go see who it is."

I groan and roll over again. "If it's a blonde woman in red hot panties don't open the door," I say sarcastically.

I may be kidding around about the visitor downstairs but the truth is I've been waiting eight days for Kinky Catie to show her face again. Ever since she surprised Edward at the station last week I've been expecting her to confront us everywhere we go, the supermarket, the club, I was even looking over my shoulder as we took Beanie to the veterinarian yesterday.

I can hear the door open and Emmett's booming voice drifts up the staircase. I don't know to what we owe the pleasure of his company but I'm inclined to fall back asleep if possible. I don't have to be at work today until noon. My guess is he's had another fight with Rosalie.

"Bella! Can you come down here please?" Edward calls loudly. "It's important!"

I roll my eyes to myself but reluctantly drag my butt out of the warm comfy sheets. Edward and Emmett are talking loudly and the topic of their conversation is starting to pique my curiosity. I make a quick stop to the bathroom, washing my face and brushing my teeth before heading downstairs in a clean pair of panties and Edward's dress shirt from the night before. I take a long huff of the sleeve as I descend the stairs. It still smells faintly of cologne and Edward and it makes me smile.

Both men are instantly quiet as I enter the living room where they're sitting. Emmett looks tense and nervous, an expression I've never seen him wear before. Edward is staring at the television though it isn't turned on. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up and I know something is wrong. My first thought is that someone is hurt or in trouble. If Emmett's delivering the news than it must be Rose? Maybe someone else from the club?

"What's going on, Emmett?" I ask nervously.

He looks at Edward first but after getting no response or even an eye blink from my catatonic boyfriend he turns towards me. "Bella, babe. I hate to be the one to tell you this, but... um... someone recorded one of your scenes with Edward and posted it on the internet. It's on YouTube and its already received five hundred hits."

My legs fail me and I sink down onto the sofa, which is thankfully behind me, otherwise I'd fall right on my ass. "Recorded? How?" I whisper my arms coming up to cross over my chest protectively. I suddenly feel naked and humiliated despite Edward's shirt covering my skin. I wish I'd put on pants.

Emmett rakes his large hands over his face in exasperation. He looks almost guilty. "I have no idea. We're always so careful to make sure no one uses cameras or recording devices during performances," he says firmly. "The setup doesn't even look like Coming Attractions."

Edward suddenly snaps out of his trance and walks out of the room without a single word or acknowledgement of Emmett and me.

"You saw it?" I ask Emmett while watching Edward's retreating frame briskly leave the room. I don't know why this is relevant to me but I need to know. Emmett's watched Edward and I scene countless times. I have no qualms about being exposed in front of him. I even assisted Edward in the playroom when he was training Emmett. It's the idea of him watching me on a computer screen that's accessible to the whole internet world that is tearing me apart.

"Yeah. One of the members called Rose late last night to tell her. We watched it right away. I don't know who posted it though."

I do. Kinky Catie is getting her revenge. But how did she manage to film us? She's revealed her face to Edward, me, and every employee at Coming Attractions. No one knows who she is and no one's seen her around. It doesn't make any sense how Catie could have pulled this off.

Edward rushes back into the living room carrying his laptop. A cold chill runs through my body; I'm desperate to view this video footage and hideously afraid of what I'll see at the same time. He opens the internet browser and types "Edward Cullen" into the Bing search box. The first link that pops up is Channel 6's website. The second result is YouTube and I can feel my heart clenching in my chest. Edward looks over his shoulder, briefly making eye contact with me, and then clicks on the link.

The video was uploaded by someone using the handle Slave4U. I'm guessing it's not a Britney Spears reference. The video clip is seven minutes long and titled "Edward Cullen's Secret Life Revealed." It has over five thousand views. Fuck!

"Emmett!" I gasp. "I thought you said five hundred people have seen this? Not five thousand!"

"Fuck me," he replies leaning in closer to see the hit count for himself. "It was only posted yesterday afternoon. Looks like you guys have gone viral."

As soon as the advertisement ends and the video starts to play I know exactly where this footage was taken. "Oh fuck, oh fuck," I chant under my breath.

"Lie back, Isabella, with your legs over the side." Edward says in the video. I'm immediately launched back to that night. The evening we performed at Jason Jenks' home. There we are on the screen; Edward is shackling my ankles to Jason's apparatus. Both our naked bodies are visible, as are our faces. This cannot be happening.

"Suck my cock while I fit these clamps on your tits."

"Gabriel, that fucking shitbag!" Edward roars. I jump in fright at his violent reaction. I've never seen Edward so angry.

The camera angle is coming from the sofa where Gabriel and Sandra observed our scene two Fridays before. There's no doubt in my mind that this video release is Catie's retaliation for Edward's rejection, so Gabriel and Sandra must be working with her. That's why nobody around Coming Attractions has seen Kinky Catie. She's had Gabe and Sandra keeping tabs on us. But why would they help her? More importantly, what do we do now? Edward and I have just been outed all over YouTube. Oh God, I feel physically nauseous.

"Who's Gabriel?" Emmett asks not having made the connection yet and unsuccessfully trying to calm Edward down.

"I knew there was something shady about that asshole," Edward yells, standing now and pacing back and forth. He finally looks at me. "I wouldn't have indulged his odd request but you seemed to want it so much."

"Do not blame this on me, Edward Cullen! I never said I wanted it to happen at Jenks' personal sex den. I would have been perfectly happy doing the private show at the theater and then this never would have happened," I argue. I'm really mad now. How dare he try to insinuate that it was me who got us into this fucking mess.

Emmett is trying to stand back and not get involved but he finally makes the connection. "You think that guy who asked for the private show did so with the intention of filming it?"

"And then gave the video to Edward's stalker!" I add angrily.

"You didn't complain once about going to Jason's house, Bella, so don't tell me you thought it was a bad idea," Edward shoots back at me, completely ignoring Emmett.

Before I have a chance to respond Edward storms out of the room again and closes himself into the library with a loud slamming of the door. I don't know how I've lasted so long but the overwhelming emotions finally consume me and I begin to cry. I can hear myself moaning in the video that still plays in the background even over my uncontrollable sobbing. Emmett wisely pauses the video and closes the laptop.

Needing to be comforted, I walk across the room and straight into his chest. I feel his body tense briefly and then his arms wrap around my shoulders and he just holds me. They aren't the arms I really need but at the moment they'll have to do. Edward is still furious, and seemingly part of his anger is directed at me. I take a deep breath trying to calm myself and just rest my face against Emmett's beefy chest.

I don't know how much time has passed but eventually I get myself under control. Or maybe I've just run out of tears. I pull away from Emmett's warm body and offer up a little smile of gratitude. He leads me over to the couch and we sit on opposite ends, facing towards one another.

"What do you think this will mean for Edward's career?" I whisper.

"That jerk just shouted at you and left you here crying, and you're more worried about how this scandal affects him?" Emmett asks grinning.

I sigh. He's right; Edward freaked and took it out on me. But he has a right to be upset. There's no telling how far this video will spread. Everyone we know could wind up seeing it. How will I face my clients? I can't even think about the possibility my mom and dad will catch wind of this. I'm secretly relieved only Edward's name is mentioned in the video, and that selfish thought makes me swell with guilt. This really is a scandal.

The library door opens; a pale and sullen looking Edward returns holding his cell phone in one hand.

"I'm sorry about earlier, Bella. I was out of line," he says with his eyes on the carpet. I can tell he's embarrassed by his behavior. "I hold myself completely responsible for this."

I'm on my feet in an instant and running into Edward's arms. He holds me tight for a few moments as we console one another and then pushes me back to look into my eyes. "Are you okay?" he asks concerned.

"No," I answer honestly. "But we'll figure it out together." Edward kisses me tenderly on the forehead and I take a moment to revel in the peace his touch brings me.

"I called Jason and he's gonna do some damage control for me by putting a call in to the people at YouTube. He'll request the video be removed on the grounds of its explicit content."

This news makes me feel slightly better but what if it's already too late? "Do you think everyone in Port Angeles has seen it by now though?" I ask warily.

"I don't know, baby," Edward sighs.

Emmett clears his throat and I'm surprised to see he's opened the laptop again and is scrolling through our video's comments. Oh God, I hadn't even thought of people commenting on what they saw. I'm going to die a thousand deaths by the end of this.

"This guy is my local weatherman, yo! Dirty Biz-ness going down in Port A!" Emmett reads off the screen.

I groan and Edward scoffs. "I am not the weatherman!" he spits the word out like it's an insult. I'm too mortified to laugh at his arrogance.

Leaving Edward's arms empty I rush over to Emmett to read more comments over his shoulder.

"This video is so hot."

"Who the hell videotapes themselves getting abused. Perverts"

"Can't blame the girl, look at that fucking beautiful dick! LOL"

"Some people have no shame."

"That guy looks familiar..."

"Yeah, he's a news anchor for Channel 6 in Port Angeles!"

"I think I'm going to be sick," I moan turning my eyes away and doubling over in phantom pain.

"Jason promised me the video will be taken down soon, Bella," Edward assures me while rubbing my back soothingly. I can hardly breathe. How will I ever face my father again? I have to hope and pray he never hears about this.

Emmett says, "I just thought of something guys," and I watch as he goes back to the search engine and types in Edward's and my name. He scrolls through the results and selects one near the bottom. "Look at this, Ed."

I gasp when the website Emmett clicked on appears. It looks like some kind of amateur porn site. And the video of us is there.

"Fuck!" Edward curses under his breath. "It's not only on YouTube."

My face heats with renewed mortification just as my phone rings. Edward retrieves it from the kitchen and hands it to me. I don't feel much like talking to anyone.

"It's Jacob," Edward informs me.

I roll my eyes but connect the call. "Hi Jake," I answer as calmly as possible. I have a hunch as to why he's calling.

"Bella! What the fuck is the matter with you!" he practically screams in my ear.

"Jesus, Jacob. What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about you posting your X-rated sex shows on the mother fucking Internet!"

Oh my God. I hadn't even thought about the possibility people will think Edward and I posted this on purpose. We are exhibitionists after all. I want the ground to swallow me up.

"It wasn't us. Some crazy fangirl of Edward's shot the video without our consent and posted it. But we're dealing with it," I say as convincingly as possible.

This throws Jake for a minute. "Oh, well, I suppose that's better."

"It's still fucked up," I retort. "Edward's getting the video removed before anyone else sees it. We've got things under control." I don't know who I'm trying to reassure, Jacob or myself.

Jake huffs loudly. "No you don't Bells. That's the other reason I called. I stopped by Charlie's house this morning and found him getting into his truck. He had his shotgun on the passenger seat. You know, the one he bought last year when we had that big wolf problem? He was mumbling something about needing to be somewhere. And I don't think he was headed for a hunting trip, Bells."

I gasp. He couldn't have...

EPOV

There's no stopping this video from reaching every corner of our lives, I see that now. I know I need to call Gary, my station manager, and give him a heads up but I don't have time. I could give a fuck about my career imploding right now. My only concern is for Bella. She hasn't moved or spoken a word since informing us that Charlie was on his way up here from Forks. It's apparent that he somehow heard about the video and is coming to confront us. Or me, more likely.

Bella's greatest fear about exploring her interest in BDSM has always been her family finding out about it. I've never met Renee, but from what I've heard Bella say I can't imagine she'd not get over the idea of her daughter dabbling in our lifestyle. But Charlie I've met. I don't know him too well, but we've spoken enough for me to know he's protective, stubborn, and has a small town way about him. He'll never understand his daughter moonlighting as an exhibitionist submissive, not his little girl, and I can't even begin to think of how we'd explain the true nature of our relationship to him. I've always supported Bella's desire to keep him completely in the dark. Unfortunately, Kinky Catie has let the cat out of the bag and we are now royally fucked.

"Edward, you okay man?" Emmett asks. He's glancing back and forth between me and Bella. None of us have spoken in nearly five minutes. That's a long time to Em.

"There's a gun wielding cop on his way to have a talk with me, what do you think?" I reply sarcastically.

Bella's eyes finally fix on mine and I see fresh tears in them. It rips my heart out. I've caused her this pain and I hate myself for it.

"Hurry, put some fucking clothes on!" she shouts at me making Emmett and I both jump. I look down and realize she is right; I'm dressed in nothing but cotton boxers. And she's half naked in just my white dress shirt and panties. Why hasn't Emmett said anything? I suppose it's more clothes than he's accustomed to us wearing. I grimace at the thought. Charlie can't see us like this.

I follow her as she runs up the stairs to our bedroom throwing on a bra, jeans, t-shirt, socks, and a lightweight hoodie. She's covering as much skin as possible. Layers aren't going to wipe away Charlie's mental image of Bella being fucked while shackled to a ceiling apparatus but I say nothing; quietly dressing myself in jeans and a t-shirt.

When we return downstairs Emmett's turned the television on to watch Comcast Sportsnet. It seems he wants to stick around and watch me get shouted at by my girlfriend's father. Fine. Maybe he can put his bodyguard skills to use and pull the guy off me when I'm physically attacked.

Bella sits at the kitchen island and watches the entire YouTube video. I don't ask why and leave her alone. I need to think about how I'm going to explain my sexual tendencies to a man I need to like me enough to someday soon give me his blessing to marry his daughter. This is so much fucking worse than when my father found out. I'd tell Carlisle ten times rather than deal with Charlie. It suddenly occurs to me that when he and my mother hear about this I'll probably be required to explain myself to them all over again.

A loud bang on the door startles me out of my self pity. It's followed by Charlie bellowing outside. "Bella! Open up! Edward? Get your ass out here. I need to have a work with you, you sick son of a bitch!"

Emmett actually laughs, the mother fucker. "Dude, you are in serious fucking trouble."

I lift my eyes to the heavens and silently ask for strength before I answer the door. Bella hops off the stool at the kitchen counter and rushes over to me. She turns me around and starts pushing my body towards the back door. "Bella, what are you doing?" I ask confused.

"You need to hide from Charlie. He's going to kill you!"

I shift away from her arms and hold up my hands to stop her. "He's not going to shoot me, love. He's upset and angry. I'm going to fix this, I promise." I hold her shoulders steady with both hands and kiss her forehead. "I have to go open the door now."

"Oh, God Edward. This is so awful," she whimpers. It breaks my heart.

"I swear to you, Bella. Everything is going to be alright. I know it doesn't seem like it now but I promise you we'll get through this."

She nods as the banging outside continues. As soon as I unlock the deadbolt the door swings open and Charlie comes barreling through like a deranged bull. And he's most certainly seeing red.

"Edward Cullen, you're a dead man!" he thunders.

I wouldn't disagree with him except I notice the shotgun Jacob warned us about is not in Charlie's hands. He left it in the truck, the pussy.

"I understand you're angry, Charlie. But you're scaring Bella, so please have a seat and calm down. I'll explain everything, okay?"

"Don't you tell me to calm down! I watched your hidden camera porn movie! What the fuck have you done to her, you sick fuck?"

"Daddy! Don't talk to Edward like that. He's never hurt me, I swear. Please, please just sit down," Bella pleads. She avoids coming any closer to me as she approaches Charlie and gestures towards the sofa.

Charlie stares at Bella while his heavy breathing slowly becomes less pronounced. Then he looks over to the sofa and sees Emmett watching us with a big fat grin on his face.

"Who is this! Bella? Is this guy having sex with you too? Oh, my God. How many are there?"

Bella coaxes Charlie into the living room and he sits on the sofa Emmett has wisely vacated. "There's only Edward, Dad. This is Emmett, he's our friend. He's dating Edward's cousin, Rosalie."

"Hey, Chief," Emmett greets casually. Charlie nods in his direction, possibly out of things to say at this point, but is still scowling.

Bella perches herself on the edge of the coffee table and bites her bottom lip fiercely. I wanted to do the explaining but she actually got her father to calm down enough to listen so maybe I'll wait to see how she handles him. If he yells at her the way he did to me even once, I'm stepping in. I won't tolerate him attacking her. She's been through enough today.

"I am so sorry you had to find out this way, Dad. That video you saw was filmed without our knowing it and put on the internet without our consent. We were fully aware people were watching but not that they had a video camera."

Charlie huffs and shakes his head. "Why did you that in the first place, Bella?"

"The scene? It's called submitting. Like a power exchange kind of thing. It's uh, something Edward and I like to do together," Bella explains.

He grimaces. "No, I gathered that from watching it. I heard what that fucker called you, and what he did to you."

My hands clench into tight fists and it takes an enormous amount of self restraint to keep from jumping into their conversation. Instead, I think back to the night at Jenks' house to recall what Charlie saw on the video. A video that he clearly watched in its entirety. Bella called me Master. I called her pet and slut. She sucked my cock. I shackled her to a ceiling apparatus. We shared a dildo while I fucked her... and she loved all of it. Yeah, I suppose Charlie has a right to be pissed.

"I get that your boyfriend is a perverted sex fiend, Bella," Charlie says angrily. "I mean why in front of people." He can't bring himself to look her in the eye.

"Oh. That's kind of our thing..."

Charlie rubs his hands over his face. "What are you talking about?" he asks exasperated. I'm not sure how much information he can tolerate but Bella's on a roll now. She's got no dignity left to preserve.

"We belong to a private club where people go to indulge in the BDSM lifestyle. Sometimes when couples get good at it they perform for the other members. That's what Edward and I like to do. The club is where we really met. I offered to do a scene with him at the club because I was interested in exhibitionism. I was already a member of the club when I met Edward. He didn't push this on me; I found it on my own."

"I can't believe this," Charlie mutters. "You found it. Found it where?"

"College," she answers simply.

"Well, that's great. So this is what four years of tuition paid for? If I'd known I would have let your mother pay a few of the bills." he asks sarcastically.

"Daddy," she admonishes and Charlie looks up at her for the first time. He doesn't look happy but his murderous scowl is gone. I let out a relieved breath.

"So what are you two doing together? Is your relationship just a cover?" he presses.

"No. Edward and I really are in love. I'll admit it didn't start that way, but now what we do is just an expression of our feelings for one another. Please don't hate him, Dad. No man has ever loved or respected me as much as Edward."

Charlie rolls his eyes and then cracks a small smile at her. "Now that's just not true, honey. But I believe you," he says, glancing over at me briefly.

"Can I ask, how did you even find the video, Dad?" Bella whispers.

"One of the guys at the station was watching pornography on some website and recognized you."

"I'm not a porn star, Daddy. We don't do this for money," Bella clarifies. "Edward and I are regular people. Just think of us as regular people who have a colorful sex life."

Charlie sighs. "Is there anything else I should know?"

Bella is shaking her head no when Emmett speaks up. He's been quietly watching television since Charlie arrived. "I hate to tell you guys this, but the situation just got a little more complicated," he warns.

We all turn our attention to Emmett and he lifts the remote to turn up the volume. I recognize the program as Channel 3's late morning news update. The caption on screen reads "Local TV personality involved in sex scandal."

Sex scandal? Tanya McVey from Channel 3 is on screen discussing the story. I don't need any more confirmation that the breaking news is about me.

"Local Port Angeles news anchor for Channel 6 has found himself in hot water this morning, after a video of him performing a number of crude sexual acts too explicit to for us to air has surfaced on the Internet. Nightly News anchor, Edward Cullen, is allegedly featured in the video originally posted on YouTube anonymously and with over seven minutes of footage it leaves little to the imagination. Sources tell us the woman involved is Cullen's girlfriend, Isabella Swan, also of Port Angeles, Washington. Edward Cullen has yet to comment on the scandal."

Bella starts crying and quietly excuses herself from the room. She goes into the bathroom and closes the door behind her. Charlie looks like he wants to kill me again. I slowly step backwards out of the room and into the foyer. I have enough experience in this industry to know what's coming next. I peek out the window at the front of the house and my fears are confirmed. A Channel 3 news van is parked on the street outside. I knew it would be the moment Tanya McVey mentioned that I had yet to comment. Shit. Isn't there any real news they should be reporting on? I need to call my boss.

I make sure the front door is locked and all the blinds downstairs are drawn and tell Emmett and Charlie not to answer the door to anyone. Then I run up to the master bedroom to call Gary. As I expected, he's already been alerted to the supposed scandal. I learn from my station manager that speculation and rumors are already swirling around town that I indulge in prostitution, I have a sex addiction, and that I like to abuse women, including Bella.

By the end of the call I'm furious. Gary tells me it would be best if I didn't come to work for a while. He stressed that I'm not being fired, but he doesn't want to put me on camera until all this blows over. He suggested I not speak to any reporters and try to lay low for a week or so.

Fucking fabulous. In the course of a few hours my life has become virtually unrecognizable. I've been upstairs for nearly half an hour and it occurs to me I have no idea where Bella is. If she's come out of the bathroom, there's no doubt she's noticed the reporters outside. If she's still holed up in there alone I need to find a way to talk to her.

If nothing else is going right, at least Charlie seems to be tolerating the truth of our relationship with an open mind. I hate how this is affecting Bella, but maybe her father learning the truth will turn out to be a blessing in disguise. I can hear voices as I come down the stairs. Bella is wiping her nose with a tissue when I enter the living room. I walk right over to her, disregarding my earlier hands off approach when Charlie first arrived.

"Are you okay?" I ask wrapping her in my arms.

She sniffles a little but accepts my attempt to comfort her. "What are we going to do? The news van outside, Edward..."

"I know, baby. Whatever we do we can't talk to them. This is just a local story; they'll move on sooner or later if we don't feed the fire," I explain. Bella nods against my chest and squeezes me tighter, soaking up strength from my embrace. I notice Charlie watching his daughter find assurance in my arms. I hope he can see how important Bella is to me. The last thing I want is for him to think for even a second that I'm just fucking around with her.

"Bella, honey, what can I do to help you?" Charlie asks.

She turns her head to look at her father. "I don't know. I'm supposed to be leaving for work soon, I guess that's not happening today," she muses.

"Bella, I talked to my boss and he thinks I should stay away from the station for at least a week. He's going to get someone else to do my broadcasts. Since your name was mentioned too it might be wise to cancel all your appointments this week."

"All week?" she asks worried. "What about my clients? They have doctor appointments; they rely on me, Edward."

"I know, baby. What do you do when you get sick or take vacation? Who fills in for you?"

"Angela helped me out when I had the flu last year. Mrs. Beagle said she was a lovely girl," Bella answers with a small smile.

"Alright. Can you call Angela and ask her to see to your clients today? I'm going to make us reservations at a hotel in Seattle. I don't think we should sit around here all day with those reporters right outside." Bella looks surprised that I want to leave. The truth is I want to get her far away from those news cameras and out of Port Angeles so we can get some separation from this absurd scandal that seems to be getting worse with each passing hour.

"Seattle? Bella, honey, why don't you come home with me. You can stay at the house as long as you need," Charlie offers.

Bella's face brightens with his generous offer, but I notice he didn't extend the invitation to me too. Well, over my dead body will Charlie be taking Bella away from me during this.

"Edward?" Bella asks me. "Can we go to my dad's house instead of a hotel? Please?"

Charlie's brows crease when Bella includes me in the escape plans. He clearly wasn't anticipating that. I conceal my smug smile and answer, "Yeah, we can do that, baby, it's fine with me as long as it's okay with your dad." Charlie nods reluctantly. Sorry, chief. It will be just as uncomfortable for me.

Bella and I pack a few bags quickly and Emmett escorts the three of us and Beanie out the back door and into the Volvo without the reporters seeing us. We drop Charlie off a block away so he can retrieve his truck and then we're off...

...just two sexual fugitives on the run.

A/N: Yikes! So what did you think? The title of the story should have told you something like this was coming... and a few of you guessed what Catie had up her sleeve. So now what are Edward and Bella going to do about it? And wasn't Charlie generous to offer Edward a place to hide out?! LOL ;-)