Disclaimer: It is with a heavy heart that I admit that the exclusive rights to Twilight aren't mine, nor will they ever be.
A/N: Thanks to all that are reading and that have put this story on alert. One request, if you aren't old enough to by cigarettes legally, please don't read this.
What can I say, my lovely beta's, Colleen & Jessica, everyone should be jealous at how good you two are. More at the bottom.
BPOV
"Oh, this is too good. We have to invite Emmett and Rose," I request, perking up from my slump.
"Sure, we could use some entertainment this evening."
"You can say that again."
"What's wrong, Beautiful?"
"I'll talk to you about it later. I'll see you at your house in a little while."
We end our phone call, and Angela hands me the shooting schedule to review. Nothing too crazy, but it looks like I will be spending a lot of quality time in this trailer, with long days and little time to travel back and forth to where ever I might sleep.
Angela and I walk back to the parking lot, and we head off on our separate ways. I arrive back at the house to find Edward standing at the front door with a margarita in his hand.
"Oh, God, you're a lifesaver," I tell him taking the frosty glass rimmed in salt. "Hmm."
He takes my bag and pulls me into the house, drops the bag at the front door and takes me right out back to the patio. He sits down and pulls me into his lap.
"What happened today?" he inquires with more than a hint of worry in his voice.
"It's James Cam," I pause, sighing. "He stared at me the whole day, never really talking to anyone, and when it came to our big scene, we practically yelled at each other from across the table."
"Sorry to hear that, Beautiful. You know I'm always here for you to talk to." He pauses to kiss me. "Now, lets go get dressed and meet everyone for dinner."
Dinner is fun and proves to be very entertaining. Alice and Jasper are on one side of the table cooing over each other. Rose is ignoring Emmett, who eventually gives up and resorts to acting like a five-year-old doing everything to annoy Rose short of reaching over to pull her hair. We laugh, and everyone helps me forget about the odd day that I just had.
The next morning, the alarm goes off and I wake up, suddenly remembering that I'm about to go on a 'run' with Benjamin. The boy is trying to kill me, I know it!
I pull myself out of bed, refresh a little in the bathroom by splashing old water on my face, and throw on my running gear.
Edward grumbles about it being too early as I kiss him on the head. I grab a Powerbar and some juice from the kitchen, before filling up my water bottle and leaving the house.
I meet Benjamin at a trail near the Hollywood sign. We stretch and then we proceed to run five miles through the rugged terrain. As I pant and curse Benjamin under my breath, he turns around and runs backwards in front of me, taunting me. Smug coordinated asshole.
We finish the run around ten, and I drag my stiff, sweat-soaked body to the studio. I take a quick shower in my trailer and have Angela fill me in on anything new as I wolf-down a quick sandwich and some fruit before heading to the wardrobe trailer.
Stepping in, I find Kris finishing up. The one great thing about this movie is that the time line is one day, so I only have one outfit with several layers. The bad thing about this movie is that I'm going to be wearing the exact same outfit for the next six weeks.
"Hey, Kris."
"Hey, Isabella."
"Please, call me Bella," I correct.
"Will do," she states, making her way to the door. "Have fun with these guys." She leaves and I find myself in the trailer with three gay men.
The wardrobe crew has me try on several pairs of shirts and blouses, pairing them with slacks and jeans, making notes and taking digital pictures to show Eleazar and Irina later. They will decide my final outfit.
Next is makeup. They do a baseline on me, followed by applying different stages of dirt then blood. They continue to take pictures, which make my transformation look like time-lapse photography.
When they are done, my face looks like I have had the hell beaten out of me, but that is what will happen to my character. Angela is on the couch at one end of the trailer, and has been engrossed with phone calls and emails on her Blackberry since I started with makeup.
"What do you think, Angela?" I ask to get her attention and opinion.
She looks up and gasps, "Oh, Bella. You look…horrible. Just awful."
"Good, that's the point," I pause, smiling. "Great work, guys. Now let me go take a shower and wash all this out of my hair and off my face."
We leave the trailer and Angela, for some reason, places her hand on my back and rubs soothing circles there while walking me back to the trailer. It feels great since my body is stiff from sitting in the makeup chair for the past two hours and the ass kicking that Benjamin gave me this morning. I shower and change, thankful that I was able to get the gunk out of my hair.
I send Edward a text before I leave to make my way back to his house, and he replies that he will have dinner waiting. Entering Edward's house, I smell delicious Chinese food, which reminds me of our first evening together. I smile like a giddy teenager and follow the scent to find Edward in the kitchen plating our food.
Cue drip.
Edward is sinful, wearing only his bathing suit that is hung way too fucking low on his hips, dipping just enough to see that bronze goodie trail. His hair is damp and he is barefoot.
"Are you dessert?" I ask, licking my lips.
"Would you like me to be?" he purrs.
"Well, you do look good enough to eat." I grin and swagger over to Edward and wrap my arms around him. I kiss him gently on the lips, sucking in his bottom lip as I pull way.
"Hmm, very good," I purr. Edward groans, places one of his hands on my head and pulls me back to his lips.
We eventually eat dinner, and then enjoy an evening swim. I tell Edward about my day, about the grueling run with Benjamin and the time in wardrobe and makeup.
"You should see the job they did on my face. I really look like someone beat the shit out of me," I explain.
"I wouldn't want to see that," Edward quietly states. He swims over to me and pulls me close to his body, hugging me tightly to him.
Suddenly, I realize that Edward is protective of me and that even in makeup, he would be affected by my appearance.
"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to upset you," I whisper in his ear.
"It's just, I wouldn't know what to do if something actually happened to you. In just a short amount of time, you have come mean so much to me. I just can't bear to think of you in pain," he explains.
"I'll tell you what. I will do whatever it takes to not be in pain. Well, aside from what Benjamin has planned for me," I jest.
He smirks and gives a little laugh. We float around the pool some more before heading inside for a hot shower, some passionate sex and sleep.
Sunday morning, I get to sleep in, and my body is even stiffer from the excruciating run that Benjamin put me through yesterday. I moan and stretch and ignore looking at the clock on the bedside table. I feel Edward tighten his grip on me before moaning and rubbing his erection on my butt cheeks.
I don't waste the opportunity for morning sex with Edward. I lean back, arching my head and maneuver my neck to his lips, where he promptly attaches his mouth and proceeds to kiss my skin.
I take my free hand and snake it back in between us and stroke Edward. He moans against my skin sending vibrations through my body. I continue to stroke him and his free hand grabs my breast. He fondles it gently before moving to my nipple where he pulls and rolls my peak.
"Edward, get a condom please," I whisper my request.
He stops playing with my breast and leans over to his nightstand to retrieve a condom, hissing as I hold on and continue to stroke while his body is stretched. Boy, I'll be glad when we can go bareback.
He rips open the package, and I release him long enough for him to roll the condom on. Once it is done, I lift my leg and grab his cock in between and pull to insert him. He thrusts and holds, waiting for my body to stretch and adjust. Will I ever adjust to Edward?
He only waits a few moments before pulling back out and starting a strong rhythm.
"Edward," I moan. He grunts in response.
I move my hips in time with his, my butt and his pelvic bone meeting with some force. He grabs my hip and moves his other hand to my shoulder that is against the mattress, holding onto my body, giving resistance to my body. He increases his rhythm and power behind each thrust. His hands grip harder and his mouth finds purchase on the base of my neck. My moaning becomes higher in pitch as my body is begging for breath. The heat flows on my skin and the tightness in my stomach starts to overflow. The sensations are overpowering as he sends my body into orgasm. He continues his powerful thrusts only a few more times before his orgasm hits.
"Can we wake up like this everyday, Beautiful?" he asks, panting heavily.
"Hmm, is that something we need to put in our schedules or just make it apart of our morning routine?"
"How about a morning habit?"
"Like I'm your drug or something?"
"Hmm, indeed you are, Beautiful," Edward purrs.
We eventually get out of bed, shower and leave to join his mother and father at their house for brunch.
Now, I really shouldn't call their house a house, cause it's not. It's a fucking estate. I've never seen anything like it before in Hollywood. They have land, which is rare. The house is located on the outside of town, secluded in the side of a mountain. There is a long drive to the house and once the forest parts, the house is centered on a mountainside landscape that is beyond picturesque.
We pull up and park in front of the house, and Edward comes around to let me out. He takes me by the hand and leads me into the front door.
"Mom, Dad?" he calls out as we walk through the house.
"In here, darling," the honey voice of Esme calls out.
We enter what I assume is the living room, and see Carlisle and Esme sitting closely on the couch, their faces turn to us as we enter.
Esme, in all her beauty, glares at me. Oh, fuck.
"Mom, Dad, this is Bella Swan." He pulls me to stand by his side wrapping his arm protectively around my waist. Esme and Carlisle stand to greet me. Esme locks her body around Carlisle as he extends his hand to shake mine.
"Nice to meet you, Bella. Edward has told me much about you," Carlisle gushes.
"Thank you, nice to meet you, too," I politely respond.
Esme is still glaring at me. Shit.
"Mom," Edward hisses under his breath.
I look at Edward and notice the looks that he and Esme are sharing. The room is suddenly much more tense than I would like.
"Could you point me to the restroom, please?" I ask no one in particular.
"I'll show you," Edward states, pulling me from the room and down the hallway. I can feel the daggers in my back.
He shows me to the restroom and kisses me gently on the cheek before shooing me inside and closing the door behind me. Once inside, I use the restroom and panic once I look in the mirror.
Oh, God, Esme doesn't like me.
I pull my phone out of my purse and hit speed dial.
"Bella, what's wrong?" Rose answers hurriedly.
"I'm in Esme's house and she is shooting daggers at me. What the fuck am I supposed to do?" I whisper into the phone.
"Calm down. I don't know much about her, so you are sort of on your own here. Just be your normal, sweet self and she will fall in love with you," Rose encourages me.
"Right, sweet self," I repeat. "I'll call you later." I hang up, wash my hands and adjust myself to head back out.
I walk back the way I was lead in and find the living room empty. Hearing voices, I follow them and find everyone in the kitchen, food laid out and Carlisle pouring glasses of white wine for everyone.
The room is tense, like there has been a conversation about me since I left the three of them. Carlisle wordlessly hands me my glass, giving me a gentle smile. I take it and nod my thanks. Edward comes up to stand beside me and wraps his arm around my waist, pulling me close and leaning over to give me a kiss on my head.
The room is still quiet and Esme is still glaring in my direction. Fuck!
"What are we eating today? Everything looks wonderful," I chirp, trying to change the mood.
"We're having a variety of salads," Carlisle states, gesturing to all the items lying out on the island.
He hands me a plate and I begin to place some chicken salad as well as some fruit salad on it. I add some croissants and some vegetables. Edward is beside me filling his plate as well. Once we are done, he leads me out the back door to a brick-laid patio with a long glass table and an enormous umbrella that covers the entire table. There is a potted flower arrangement in the center of the table and place settings for four with linen place mats, napkins and silverware.
There are glasses of water with slices of lemon at each setting along with a pitcher of ice water with additional lemon slices floating in it on the table.
Edward leads me around to the other side of the table and pulls a chair out for me. I place my plate down before accepting the seat. Shortly after Edward sits, Esme and Carlisle make their way outside to join us at the table.
The conversation is light, mostly Carlisle asking questions about some of my projects. He seems fascinated with Not Worth Death and the physical training that I am involved in.
"How on earth did they decide to cast you for this role? It is so different from the others that you have done," Carlisle questions.
"Well, Irina Adams, the screenwriter, found out about my knowledge of guns and my father, and brought me in for a screen test." Two seconds after that sentence comes out of my mouth I realize what the fuck I just said.
I turn and look at Edward who has that dear-in-the-headlight look. I hear Esme giggle, and Edward turns his attention to her. The silent conversation continues between the two.
"You have a knowledge of guns?" Edward croaks.
"Yes, my father, Charlie, is a retired marine, so it was engrained in me from birth to know how to handle a gun," I pause. "I have my gun license and practice at the gun range every now and then." Nothing like being truthful, ha!
Esme leans over to Carlisle and whispers something in his ear before standing and taking a few of our plates back into the house. She throws me a smirk before leaving.
Carlisle stands."I'll go help her with dessert."
I sigh, turn and look at Edward again who is staring at me with wonderment in his eyes.
"Are you okay?" I whisper.
"Yes."
"Are you freaked out about this?"
"No, actually, it's fucking hot," Edward growls. Oh.
He leans over and nuzzles against my neck causing me to giggle. Esme's clears her throat, signaling that her and Carlisle have returned to the table.
Edward pulls back some, but is closer than he was a few moments ago.
"If you don't mind, I need to use the restroom again," I state standing. Edward stands and pulls my chair back for me, allowing me to ease back from the table. I make my way to the restroom and feel a little more relaxed than before. I still don't know what the deal is with Esme, but I am hoping that later Edward can shed some light on her behavior.
When I open the door, Esme is standing outside the restroom waiting.
"Isabella, could I have a private word with you?" she coldly requests.
Fuck!
"Um, sure."
She leads me down the hallway and opens the door to a room that must be either the study or a library. The room is very masculine, with deep colors, dark woods and lots of leather.
"I would like to be frank with you, since I don't believe in dragging this out any further. I don't think you are good for my son," she pointedly states.
Well, don't beat around the bush, Esme. Tell me how you really feel. Geez.
"I'm sorry that you feel this way. But could you tell me what I might have done to help you draw this conclusion?"
"You're an actress, and no one in the business can be good for Edward. You will eventually break his heart after leaving him for the next flavor of the week." She smirks at me and raises an eyebrow.
"Mother, what the hell are you doing?" Edward demands, interrupting me before I have a chance to give her a piece of my mind. I turn to see him standing in the doorway, looking furious.
"I was explaining to Isabella how she will leave you and break your heart," Esme coolly explains.
"How can you do that? You haven't even given her a chance," he pauses, shaking his head. "I'm not going to stay here and let you attack Bella."
Before I can say a proper goodbye, Edward grabs my hand and pulls me out of the room and out of the house. He ushers me into his car and drives us back to his house in silence. Parking in the garage, he turns off he engine and rests his head on the steering wheel.
"I'm sorry. She thinks that she knows what is best for me, but she can't look past her own mistakes to see how happy you make me," he breathes.
I'm not sure what to tell Edward. I never really had a serious boyfriend, and there has never been anyone like Edward in my life, someone who consumes my body and soul. I simply place my hand on his back and rub soothing circles, hoping that my touch is enough to help him relax.
We eventually get out of the car and head into the house. We decide to spend the rest of the day relaxing and watching movies and sports. When Edward takes me to bed, he pours incredible emotion into our lovemaking. By the time we fall asleep, I feel worshipped and adored, and completely overcome with a sense of devotion from Edward.
The next morning I wake to find a text from Benjamin telling me to call him once I am done with breakfast. Edward laughs at me as he leaves for work, and I call to find out my fate.
"Hey, Benjamin. What form of torture do you have in store for me today?"
"Doesn't Edward have a pool?" he inquires.
"Yes, why?"
"Give me an address and I will be there in twenty minutes," he demands.
I sigh and give up the address for Edward's house.
Sure enough, twenty minutes later Benjamin is ringing the doorbell with a crate of items. He grins.
Two hours later, I'm sweating and waterlogged after having been put through a very punishing water workout. Benjamin pushes me to swim sprints, then used different sized medicine balls to do an exhausting set of reps using the water as resistance. The final task is retrieving rubber bricks at the bottom of the deep end. What am I? A fucking lifeguard?
After Benjamin leaves, I shower and groan as the soreness starts to set in from the workout. Alice sends over some dresses for me to choose from for my luncheon with Felix. Picking a light blue, A-line sundress, I dress and pair it with dark blue, strappy sandals, and place my emerald that Edward gave me in New York around my neck. I put on minimal makeup, choosing to stay as natural as possible.
I put my wet hair in a bun, put my sunglasses on and head out the door.
I pull up to the gate at Felix Volturi's house and press the buzzer at the end of the drive. Without as much as a voice asking who I was or what I was there for, the gates open. I take the driveway slow, watching and waiting to see the house. After a few minutes, I come to a stop in front of a very large Hollywood-style mansion.
This is the same type of mansion that you think of when you think of the Hollywood elite, stone circular driveway with an oversized fountain centered in it, white stucco and stone front, detached four-car garage, and manicured landscaping that makes you want to touch it to make sure that it was real and not some prop.
I park and step out of the car, looking at the house as I approach the front door. Hmm, it looks bigger outside of the car.
Before I even reach for the doorbell, the front door swings open and I am enveloped into Felix's embrace.
"Isabella! I'm so glad that you are alright," Felix loudly exclaims.
"What are you talking about? Why wouldn't I be alright?" I ask, wondering what the hell is going on.
A/N: Sorry about the ending there. The next chapter almost complete. Hope to have up soon.
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