Hey guys, I'm finally back! Here's the long-waited chapter, I's so sorry it took me so long. It's been so hectic, and in fact I'm actually sick right now. But at least it's FINALLY done! I aso want to thank my readers for their continuous support :)So here it it is!

Disclaimer: No, I don't own Twilight and any of its awesome characters :(

BPOV

"Well, well, well. I knew there was something up, and it turn's out I was right. Bella has been sleeping off with another guy, but it doesn't happen to be just any guy, it had to be the president's son."

Ugh! I couldn't take it anymore! After everything he has done, he still had the guts to tell such a lie about me.

"Mike, what the heck is your problem? It's you who, after all, cheated on me, not I! Do you know what it's like to be cheated on by your own boyfriend or girlfriend after being together for so long? You know, I'm glad I found out and I'm glad that we're not together anymore, because if I never knew about this, I would have been stuck with you cheating on me behind my back for the rest of my life!" I ended with my voice screeching and everybody, including Edward had their jaws hanging.

Mike was so astounded that he actually backed off and left without a word.

"Bella, are you okay? I could've just beaten him up," asked Edward with his worried but furious emerald eyes.

"Yeah, I just needed to do that. You know, I just needed to do that," I replied, finally relieved.

"Bella, you know we could just leave now, and grab some dinner," he told me with that crooked grin of his.

"Sure, Edward, I'd love that," I replied, smiling as I gave him a peck on the lips.

With Jasper and Emmett tailing behind us, he led me to a beautiful Italian restaurant, La Bella Italia. It was classy, elegant, but not too fancy. It was perfect.

"Mushroom ravioli please," I told the waitress my order as she still continued to try to catch Edward's attention, but his eyes never seemed to leave me.

"What?" I asked with a giggle as I raised an eyebrow to his staring.

"Nothing, it just intrigues me how different you can be. You ask for mushroom ravioli, whereas others would want salad. Other girls would normally cry and simply break down the moment they see their exes, but you stood up to him and scared the living daylights out of him. You're different," he finished off silently with a thoughtful look on his face.

"Suure…um Edward?" I asked apprehensively.

"Yes, Bella?" he replied with his full attention on my curious tone.

"There's been this thought that has been bothering me…" I trailed off.

"What is it?" he asked now as curious as ever.

"I dunno…" I replied uneasily.

"Ask me." He commanded gently taking my hand in his.

"Why me? There are so many other beautiful women out there and I am way plainer than then, so why me?" I finally asked him.

"Bella, there's no other person in this world I want to be with other than you, don't ever doubt that. Clearly, you can't see yourself for who you are really are. You are definitely worth more than those other girls." He declared, cupping my cheek.

"Hmm, what will the news say? 'President's Son Dates Dowdy Secretary'?" I muttered sarcastically.

"Bella, stop it! I've known you long enough to know that you are a beautiful, generous person. Always selfless but humble." He said fiercely with intent eyes burning into mine.

When will he stop exaggerating?

"Fine, Edward but—" I was interrupted by bright flashes and loud voices in our faces.

"Edward! Edward! Who's the new girl?"

"Hey Eddie, smile for the camera!"

"Ed, what happened to Tanya or Irina?"

Various loud voices were screaming at our faces trying to grab photos. They were trying to invade our privacy as they pushed each other to get a good look at us.

"Crap, the paparazzi. How'd they find us?" he muttered angrily as he quickly grabbed me by the wrist and flung me into him with his arm around me.

"Come on, stay close to me, now quickly," his words rushed out in a hurry as Emmett pushed the paparazzi away.

He quickly maneuvered me out of the restaurant, leading me to the heavily tinted windowed car.

"Bella, I'm so sorry you had to go through this, I should have known better," he apologized with a troubled expression.

"Edward, it's okay. This is none of your fault. I may hate attention, but it comes in the package of being with you," I sincerely told him as I kissed him tenderly.

"Let's get away from here," he whispered softly into my ear.

Emmett quickly got in the car and sped away from the attacking photographers.

"Crazy paparazzi, always invading others' privacy," Emmett groaned with his hands on the wheel.

"Come on Emmett, let's just stop by the hotel, check out, and head for the airport. We're heading out to New York." instructed Edward wearily from the paparazzi.

"New York?" I asked, confused.

"We're dropping by Fashion Week, to see Alice. We'll probably be staying there until it ends." He explained to me, giving me a small smile.

"Fashion Week? But wouldn't that just draw more attention?" I queried.

New York Fashion Week was one of the biggest events in the industry of fashion. That would mean more paparazzi, and definitely more attention, especially for the designers participating and the models that strut down the runway.

"Bella, mainly they would be focusing on the designers, after all it is their event. There wouldn't be much attention drawn to us," he explained, grinning at me.

"Alright then, Fashion Week it is," I sighed.

"Silly Bella, just relax. Everything will be fine." He chuckled softly, taking my hand into his.

It was a long ride to the hotel, but it wasn't that bad, with Edward sitting right next to me. Along the way, he kept on asking me these pointless questions about me, with every answer so boring and uninteresting that he must've fallen asleep. But no, he continued asking, amused by my answers with an inquisitive look on his face.

He asked me things like my favorite movies, songs, albums, and he even asked me about my family.

"So Renee married Phil, a minor league baseball player, but my parents still keep in touch frequently." I finished off, looking into his eyes as they pondered on my response.

"Hmm, so you're just fine with that?" he asked.

"Yeah, Phil's a great guy, and he keeps my mom happy. In fact, my mom can be so eccentric, that I begin to wonder how Phil can handle it," I replied with a giggle.

"Wow," was his one-word reply.

Emmett interrupted us with his booming voice, announcing our arrival into the airport.

"Um, Eddie, Bella? We're here. The jet's ready, so you guys can just get in while we prepare for our departure," informed Emmett, with a huge grin on his face. I noticed a slight teasing look on his face when he called Edward "Eddie".

"Emmett, when will you stop calling me that?" grumbled Edward.

"Nope." He replied casually with a huge grin on his face, popping out the "p" for emphasis.

"Ugh," grunted Edward with annoyance as he opened the door and helped me out of the car.

He led me to his private jet, and carefully helped me in. I sat right next to him, while Emmett sat at the back, obviously enjoying it as he stretched his arms and back as he grabbed himself a huge sandwich.

Edward quickly got us something to eat from the bar since we weren't really able to eat with the paparazzi constantly chasing us.

"Now where were we? Ah right, your family, was it not?" he asked me quietly, laying down the food for us.

"Nope. I believe it is my turn to ask the questions," I replied with a knowing smile across my face.

"Fine. Where would you like to begin?" he queried, raising his eyebrow.

He told me things about his childhood, his favorite artists, life with Alice, even random things like his first girlfriend, and his strong bonds with Jasper and Emmett.

And so we continued on for hours until we were both so tired, that I fell asleep on his shoulder, with his arm around me. Sleeping in a plane never felt so good.

When we arrived in New York and went to Fashion Week, the it was late at night but the place was filled! Every photographer was joining the swarm taking pictures of some of the world's greatest designers.

As we maneuvered our way in, I spotted Alice's spiky hair among the other people. When she met my gaze, she was filled with joy as she quickly made her way to Edward and I.

"Bella! What are you doing here?" she asked excitedly before seeing Edward.

"Oh, Edward you're here, so that explains Bella's whereabouts." She concluded, shrugging things off.

"Alice, I take it things went well?" inquired Edward with a playful look on his face.

"Yes! They loved my designs, I've got so man requests from celebrities to make their gowns! It's so overwhelming, okay maybe not as overwhelming as my first time, but still! I've got at least 10 more than last time!" she finished off, bouncing in her excitement.

"Alright Alice, I think we get it," I said with amusement, trying to calm her down from the excitement.

"We? Since when did…" she trailed off with a confused look on her face until it landed on our clasped hands. Her face suddenly perked up as her eyes went huge with animation.

"Bella, can I speak to you? Privately?" she suddenly asked me, raising her eyebrow with curiosity.

"Um, sure?" was my unsure reply as she grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from Edward. When she finally stopped, she started glowing with excitement as she turned to me.

"Okay, spill. What's up with the hands? Are you two going out? I knew it! You are, aren't you? That explains you answering—"she rambled before I intercepted.

"Alice, chill! Technically, we aren't really going out," I started, only to be interrupted by her.

"Then if you aren't why are two so—" she rambled off again.

"Alice! Let me explain!" I hushed her.

"Fine." She grumbled, but still bouncing.

I quickly explained all the recent events, careful not to leave out a single detail, knowing she'll find out somehow.

"OMG! He wrote you that song?!?! And you guys FINALLY made out?!?! And he said that to you?!? WHY DIDN'T YOU CALL ME?!?!" she fired off, in a mixture of anger due to her not being informed, and excitement, that this all actually happened.

"Sorry, Alice. You know I can't really call you right away. You know we're both pretty busy, you and the fashion show—"

"And you busy making out with my brother," she continued with a playful smirk.

"Shut up Alice! Look, I think we should get back, we wouldn't want to keep them waiting for long," I told her.

"Yeah, and you can't stand a moment away from Lover-boy," she giggled with her strange overpowering giddiness.

"Shut up, Alice. We wouldn't want your people waiting too. After all, they are craving for your designs, huh?" I retorted.

"You're right, they might just cancel out on me," she replied thoughtfully, grabbing my wrist and dragging me back to Edward and Jasper, who were talking before we arrived. Well, that was easy.

"Hey, I hope you guys won't mind me leaving, I still have a couple of interviews to do, and there are still a lot of people for me to talk to," announced Alice.

"Oh not at all, Alice, you should probably get going, the paparazzi aren't very friendly" said Edward with a smile, encouraging her that it wouldn't be a problem.

"Yeah, Alice. You should go," I added with a smile.

"Okay. Come on Jazzy," she declared, grabbing Jasper's wrist with a smile as he happily followed her to the crowd.

"Come on, Bella, why don't we grab some coffee, I have a feeling this is going to be a pretty long night," invited Edward, grabbing my hand and slowly wrapping it with his.

"Okay, as long as nobody, except for Emmett of course, would be following," I replied, looking into his eyes with joy.

As soon as he got our coffee, we went back, knowing that Alice would be looking for us if we just suddenly disappeared.

We immediately went towards them the moment we recognized Jasper's tall stature and Alice's petite frame as she animatedly conversed with I suppose, someone influential in the fashion society.

As we made our way, a sly unfamiliar voice suddenly called out.

"Edward Cullen? Is that you?" questioned a heavily accented masculine voice from behind us.

Edward quickly turned around, still with his arm around my waist, and he stood still with shock.

Who could the mystery man be? And what is he doing there? Care to guess? Put it in your reviews! Reviews are love :) Send in your suggestions too, they're very welcome! I hope you liked chapter 10, and if you did, your reviews are very welcome :) If you hated it, oh well, but your reviews could help me improve :)

Have a Happy New Year!

-Danielle