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Chapter 11

Edward and Isabella arrived in Carcassonne France, a little after eleven that morning. They would have arrived sooner but Edward wanted to have sex in the shower.

"We will stay a few days," he informed Isabella. Before they left his vineyard in Le Cannet des Maures, he laid down his ground rules for riding in his Audi. What she took away from their talk was that she was not under any circumstances, to make a mess in his car.

"You have a house there too," she asked with a shocked expression.

"Do I look like I'm made of money," he asked. "We're staying at the Hotel de la Cite."

'You're the one with a €3,000,000 house in the south of France,' she thought.

"I didn't mean it that way Edward. I was just joking bec-" He cut her off abruptly with a wave of his hand.

"It's fine. It's fine. I was joking as well," he said dismissively.

"Oh. Well, I'm sorry. It's just that you sounded annoyed at my question and I don't want you to think I'm only here for your money," Isabella explained.

"I said it was fine. Why are you still going on about it?" He sounded very annoyed now; almost as if he was on the edge of anger. He gripped the steering wheel tightly and glared out the window.

"I should shut up now," she said realizing that she wasn't helping the issue.

"You should," he responded. "We're almost at the Hotel and I have so much things planned for today. I just want us to get along. I want this to work."

"I want us to work too," she said quietly. "My mom always said that marriages were temporary. I want to prove her wrong by making ours last."

"It will last. I don't want you to go anywhere," Edward said soothingly. "Let's just enjoy our day today. Okay sweetheart?"

"Okay," Isabella said with a soft smile.

~I~

Their hotel suite was very elegant. It had very high ceilings and beautiful damask draperies. The luxuries of her new life, intimidated Isabella. She realized Edward was extremely rich, but she wouldn't dare comment on it again after his reaction earlier that day.

"What are you thinking about," Edward asked wrapping her in his arms as she stared out the window. She didn't hear him approach. She was too mesmerized in the breathtaking view of the courtyard and the city.

"I was just enjoying the view," she said softly. "It's so beautiful here."

"A beautiful city for a beautiful girl." Isabella still got giddy when he called her beautiful. She couldn't deny that she loved hearing it.

He kissed her softly on the side of her head and said, "Come on. We have plans."

"Where are we going?"

"On our daily excursion.

After they were seated in his car, Edward decided to fill Isabella in on some History.

"This city is a World Heritage Site," he said as they drove through the city.

"Everything here looks so medieval, she said looking around in awe.

"It's a very charming place," he said. "A good way to experience French country town."

"I'm hungry," Isabella told Edward softly. "Will we be eating soon?"

"We're going to a restaurant right now," he said. "It's really good. It's called Restaurant La Marquiere." He said it in a very convincing French accent that made Isabella's mind go straight to the gutter.

"What's the blush for," he asked smirking at her.

She quickly shook her head and turned her attention to the window. "Nothing."

"You're not fooling me Isabella," he said. "I know that was something."

"It was not-" she was interrupted by her phone ringing and she sighed in relief and quickly reached for it.

"Hello," she said without looking at the caller ID.

"Isabella," Esme exclaimed on the other end. "How is everything going? I've wanted to call you for ages but I didn't want to interrupt your time with Edward."

"Everything is wonderful Esme," Isabella said and began to fill Esme me in on all the appropriate things that happened. They talked until Edward pulled in outside the restaurant and Isabella gave Esme her goodbyes.

"I might have to take away that phone for the rest of this trip," Edward said as he got out of the car. Someone opened Isabella's door and helped her out.

"Why," she asked furrowing her brows.

"I don't want anyone intruding," he said. She didn't have time to ask him to elaborate before he grabbed her hand and led her into the restaurant.

The restaurant wasn't very big, but it was extremely cozy. They were seated at a quiet table and Isabella looked over the menu.

"Everything looks so good," she said as her stomach growled in hunger. Edward hummed in agreement.

A waiter came over to the table and asked in a heavy French accent, "Have you chosen?"

"Yes," Edward said before Isabella could answer. "We'll have the Basil Palmiers to start and then the Light Salade aux Lardons for her, and the filet de Beouf de Fois gras for me." Isabella gapped at him.

"Would you like a glass of wine?" Edward ordered them both a glass of white wine.

"I was going to order the beef steak with fois gras," Isabella said quietly.

"But what I got you is so much better," Edward said confidently. "I thought you couldn't decide so I ordered for you. You can pick next time."

"It's okay. Everything here is probably delicious anyway," she said with a soft smile. When her food came she ate it gratefully, trusting Edward's judgment.

When the waiter came back Edward ordered them a chocolate, cherry marscapone mousse cake.

"That was excellent," Isabella said after Edward paid the check. "I would love to try some French recipe's at home."

"You can try any recipe you want," Edward said. "I know how much you love cooking."

"Speaking of cooking," Isabella started. "When will I continue with my schooling?"

"You can start in January," Edward said dismissively. "You're not in any rush."

After their lunch Edward and Isabella wondered around town and saw the sights. They drove to a few museums outside of Carcassonne and enjoyed spending quality time together.

"I really like it here," Isabella said once they were in bed together. "Thank you for bringing me here."

"I'm glad you're enjoying yourself sweetheart," Edward said wrapping his arms tighter around her and pulling her closer. "I just want to make you happy."

"I can't wait to see what you have planned for tomorrow," she said placing a kiss on his chest.

"We're leaving tomorrow actually," he informed her.

"We're going back to Le Cannet des Maures," she said, not even trying to make the words sound French.

"Yes," he said removing her from his chest and moving to hover over her.

"I love having you underneath me," he said huskily. They were both naked already so all Edward had to do was push into and take what he wanted. What he believed was rightfully his.

~I~

"What made you want to buy property in France," Isabella asked as they drove to their newest destination.

"My grandmother," he sighed. "Esme's mother. Her name was Elizabeth and that house in Le Cannet des Maures once belonged to her family. I tracked it down a few years ago and bought it from a businessman that had just lost his wife."

"Wow," Isabella said, looking at him admiringly. "You wanted to save a piece of your family's history."

They slipped into comfortable silence as Edward drove them back to his Estate. When they arrived back Edward gave Isabella some news.

"A friend of mine will be visiting us," he said as they walked into the house.

"What kind of friend," Isabella asked, rushing to keep up with his long strides.

"What kind of a silly question is that?" he asked glancing at her with a smirk as her cheeks heated. She suddenly felt extremely stupid and she wasn't sure why.

She rapidly shook her head. "I'm sorry. That was a really stupid question." He hummed in agreement and entered the bedroom with Isabella trailing behind.

When Isabella and Edward were changed into a different set of clothes he brought her to the main hall to meet the staff. Isabella wasn't aware that they even had people that worked for them. Edward informed her that they were given strict instructions to stay away until he needed them back.

Edward introduced her to the butler, two maids and the chef. They all spoke in heavy French accents and were very friendly people.

Later that evening Isabella met a few of Edwards' friends. They had a comfortable dinner and got properly acquainted with each other. After they left, Isabella and Edward retreated to their bedroom to practice what Edward loved to call, "honeymoon activities."

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