A/N:

So, our weekend will begin. There are some turning points coming and a lot of information and changes coming over the next few chapters. Enjoy.

As always I do not own twilight.

I HIRED MY HUSBAND AN ESCORT

Chapter 11

Tanya's POV

I'm just getting ready for bed when I hear the chirp of my phone alerting me to a new text. I open my phone and read it. My heart sinks. The phone slips from my hand as I grab my knees and begin to rock myself back and forth.

He went to her. He had sex with me, and then went to another woman.

"Why am I not good enough?" I scream, but there was no one there to hear me. Is he trying to hurt me? Is he trying to kill me emotionally? It wouldn't be the first time his family had killed someone.

I go from being upset to being pissed. I will no longer feel this way. I am good enough. If he is off screwing around, then it's on him, not me. I've done nothing wrong. Maybe going to the spa this weekend is a good idea after all. I need a chance to breathe, to think. I decide to call Katarina before Edward gets home. I need to find out exactly what happened tonight.

The phone rings twice before she answers. "Katarina, hi. We only have a few minutes before he gets home. He asked you to go away with him?"

"I am sorry, Mrs. Cullen, but yes. He mentioned that you were going to the spa. We made plans to meet up this weekend. Do you want me to go? I may be able to get the information that you need this weekend. If you do not want me to, I will tell him something came up. It is your choice."

"Yes, I want you to go with him. I need to know how far this will go. I need to know for sure. Can we meet up on Monday for lunch?" I need to end this now. I'm beyond pissed. Fuck being hurt. I can't live with the lies anymore.

"We can. How about noon, same place?"

"That would be great. Goodnight, Mrs. Cullen."

I hang up the phone just as Edward walks through the door.

"You left. Where did you go?" My voice is angry and spiteful.

"Out," he says.

"Can we talk about this?" I want to see just how far this lie will go.

"Later, I have to work in the morning. I had a few drinks, and I am going to bed. Please have a lovely weekend at the spa."

How is it becoming so easy for him to lie to me? I know that he's not working this weekend. Then again, why would he tell me if he's going away to have an affair? Maybe this weekend I can get the proof I need. I go to bed full of anger.

When I woke this morning, I wasn't surprised to find my bed empty. What was a surprise was waking to someone pounding on the door. I get up, grab my robe, and yell, "hold on" to whoever it is.

I open it to find Jessica standing there.

"Good morning. Come on in."

"Are you ready for a spa-filled weekend?" she asks cheerfully.

"Sure, I thought we were meeting at your house? I'm not packed yet."

"Well get packed, we are starting early. I thought I would come get you; make sure you didn't try to bail on me," she says with a small laugh.

I pack quickly and put my bags in her car. Within minutes, we are headed for the spa.

After twenty minutes, I need to break the silence. "I think I may have my answers this weekend."

"Why's that, did something happen?"

"Not yet, but he's taking her away for the weekend. I've also found out some other information that I am not sure what to do with."

"Are you serious? He is an ass, isn't he? What are you going to do? What did you find out, are there other girls?" She's yelling so loud my ears hurt.

"The other information has nothing to do with girls, but everything to do with family. I'll tell you more on that later, but yes, he asked her to go away with him for the weekend. I have to face it. I think my marriage is over. I think it's been over for the last six months or so. If he is taking another woman away for the weekend…well, that's not the life I want; even if he doesn't sleep with her. It hurts, but I need to face the facts. I need to move on." Surprisingly, I'm not crying. This is the first time, in a long time, that I don't cry.

"Good for you. You are a strong woman. You will be just fine. I know it won't be easy, but you know I'm here for you, right?"

I try to smile, but it comes out more like a grimace. I think Jessica can tell that I'm done talking about it, so we spend the rest of the ride in silence. This is going to be a long weekend, but I'm not going to let my husband bring me down.

Katarina/Isabella's POV

I'm standing in my bedroom, looking though my clothes, trying to decide what to pack. I'm still not planning on sleep with him. So why am I packing my best lace? I finish packing, making sure to add pieces for both daytime and nighttime outings.

I'm to meet Edward at the airport at five this evening. He called this morning to let me know that we're going to be flying to Lake Tahoe for the weekend. Now, I've been to many places with clients, but they are usually public outings. This is the first time that I'll be going away with a client for the weekend, alone. I'm a bit uneasy, yet excited at the same time.

When I arrive at the airport, I check-in by myself. We agreed to make sure that we stay separate until we are on the plane. We want to make it look like we're strangers and not together. I still needed to get proof of him cheating, and if we are ousted now, my work will be for nothing. When we're in the air, we talk. To any outsider, it will look as if we're talking to pass the time.

I'm shocked that I'm looking forward to this weekend, but I'm not sure why. Is it really only to bring him down? Is it possible that I'm beginning to fall for Edward Cullen, after only a few meetings? Why do I feel this pull to him?

When we land, we exit the plane, gather our luggage and head to the car rental booth. There is a comfortable silence, and neither of us speaks until we are walking to the parking lot.

"Are you ready for a peaceful, worry-free weekend, Mr. Cullen?" I ask as I run my hand over his bicep.

"You don't know how much. I've needed to get away for a while now, to clear my head. Come on, let's get to the cabin." He reaches for my hand and pulls me to the exit.

"Cabin? I thought that we were staying at a hotel?" I didn't know the plans changed. Maybe this will be successful after all. Who the hell brings a girl they just met to a cabin for a weekend? We don't say much more as we walk to the rental car.

"We can go to a hotel if you'd like. I thought the cabin would be quieter. It's right on the water as well."

"That's OK. A cabin will be fine."

We chat on the way to the lake. Nothing heavy, just about what we had been up to, why he chose to be a doctor; you know, the normal "getting to know you stuff". This is one of the reasons why I love being an escort for VIP clients. I've come to love the finer things in life, and clients like Mr. Cullen can provide that without thinking twice. And after the way my love life has gone, I deserved some lovely things.

As we pull up the drive, I'm astounded; it's unbelievable. The cabin is perfect.

"It is beautiful, Edward. It must have cost you a great deal."

"I hope this is OK? This is my summer home, and I come here to get away. I bought it seven months ago. My wife has no clue about this place. It was originally going to be our getaway, but then things went downhill. There are three bedrooms. You can have the master, and I will take a guest room. Shall we go in?" He reaches for my bags, as well as his, and we walk into the cabin.

The cabin is breathtaking. I've never seen so much glass in one house. The view of the lake is like nothing I have ever seen before. I could spend the rest of my life, right here, in this cabin. The way the living room's setup, I'm surely to get a magnificent view of the sunsets. Everything about this place screams love and romance. One day, I will have a place like this that I can share with someone special. That is, if I can ever find someone to fall in love with.

I'll have to buy a second home, just like this. Maybe that's what I will do with the money his wife is paying me. I could get used to a place like this. I love the city, but the serenity of this lake is perfect.

Edward picks up my bags and carries them to the master bedroom. He leaves to go get settled, but not before telling me that we will meet up for dinner. I look around after he closes the door, and take in the sight before me. The master bedroom is massive. There's a four post California king size bed. Behind that is a wall full of windows that gives a breathtaking view of the lake behind it. The bed is made up in the softest white fabrics. They're crisp, clean, warm, and inviting. I can't wait to crawl into the bed tonight, the same bed that he most likely sleeps in while he's here.

I walk into the bathroom, which is more extravagant than the bedroom. There's a garden tub that I swear can hold four. The shower has only three walls, with no door. There are eleven showerheads. Yes, I counted.

I take a shower and decide to start out on a good note. I dress in a tight halter sundress. It's low cut and shows my chest perfectly. I put on my strappy heels and walk downstairs. As I walk into the kitchen, I'm met by the most delightful smell. I round the corner to what I'm sure must be the kitchen, and my heart suddenly skips a beat. There he is, making us dinner, still dressed in his suit. He's taken the jacket off and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt to his elbows. I swear the temperature in the kitchen just rose twenty degrees. I'd be a fool to say that he's not a handsome man. In fact, I've never seen a man more gorgeous than him.

"Something smells wonderful, Edward." I say as I try to get a grip on the sudden flood of lust.

"I thought I would make dinner. I hope you like pasta." He turns to me, and I hear him take a deep breath as he takes in the sight of me. My plan is working perfectly.

"Love it. My family came from Italy. I love all kinds of pasta."

"Really? My family came from Italy as well. My great-great grandparents were immigrants from Italy. Go ahead and have a seat at the table. I'll bring dinner out in just a few. Can you grab a bottle of wine from the chiller?"

"Sure."

I look in the wine rack and am shocked, he just happens to have a bottle of Chteau Haut Brion Pessac-Lognan 1982, it's my favorite. I grab the bottle of wine and the opener, and I bring it to the table that's already set. I pour two glasses and sit as I wait for Edward. He joins me a few minutes later carrying two plates. He places one in front of me, and then sits with his own. I look at the meal he's set before me. It looks and smells delicious.

Edward picks up his wine glass and looks at me. "Here is to getting to know each other, and having a weekend full of fun, with no fights, drama or work. Thank you for joining me."

I pick up my glass and clink it gently with his as I say, "You are more than welcome, Edward."

I pick up my fork, twirl it in the delicate angel hair pasta, and take a bite. It's so amazing that I may have let out a small moan. Yes, it's that good. The man can cook, and cook well.

"Wow, Edward, this is amazing. Where did you learn to cook like this?"

"My mom taught me. She told me that I needed to be able to take care of myself and my family one day."

"Well, she did an amazing job. Tell me about your family," I say as I take another sip of wine.

"Well, there is not much to tell. My parents have been married for what seems like forever. I swear they are more in love now than when they first met. They act it too. It's sweet actually. It's the kind of love I've always wanted. It's the kind of love I thought I'd found."

"I'm sorry. We don't need to talk about this if you don't want to."

"No, it's OK. That's part of the reason we came here, right? To get to know each other. So yeah…I thought that was the love I had found. I was wrong. I still love her, but it's not the same. I don't think I am in love with her." He pauses to take a bite of his dinner. I can't help myself from watching his tongue, as he slowly brings his fork to his mouth and takes a bite of shrimp.

"The passion has been gone for a while now. I want the kind of love that does not die. I want to love someone with so much passion, that I can't keep my hands off them. I want to feel the chemistry each time we touch." He looks taken aback when he finishes, as if he's let out a big secret.

I think about what he just said for a moment. Is he talking about the same current that I feel, every time he touches me? I'm about to say something, but he starts talking again.

"I just don't have that with her. Enough of this, I don't want to talk about her. I came here to relax. Conversation goes back and forth until dinner is finished. "Why don't we move this to the living room? If you would like, pour more wine while I clear the table."

I pour two more and realize that it's the last two glasses in the bottle. I pick them up and bring them to the living room. I sit down on the oversized couch, and he joins me a few moments later. He sits so that his knees are touching mine, and I instantly feel the connection again. Our eyes meet, and we just smile at each other.

"I have a brother and a sister. Emmett is the oldest of us. Alice is the youngest. My parents were never strict, but they did expect and push for the best. I never wanted to disappoint them. I did almost everything that they ever wanted me to. I got good grades, graduated high school, went to the college they wanted, and became a doctor. I even married my high school sweetheart." He stops. The look on his face tells me that he's thinking about something.

"You didn't want to get married? I know we talked a bit about this before, but what really happened" I bring my legs up under me and lean into him as we talk.

"The last few months before we graduated college, I started thinking about what I wanted. I went to my parents for advice. They pushed for us to get married, telling me that I needed a wife to take care of me. They told me that it would make my life complete, and that if I loved her, it was the right thing to do. I did love her and wanted to start my life with her, but we were young, and I wasn't sure I wanted to be tied down. I wanted us to live together for a while. Over the next few days, they kept pushing, telling me 'why wait'. I finally told my dad that I would think about it."

He finishes his glass of wine, smiles at me and continues.

"I thought I would always be with her, but they were pushing. It even caused a fight between my father and me. We talked…well…he did most of the talking, and he told me a lot of things, including the fact that I got my inheritance when I got married, and when I was married for five years, I got the remainder. They also told me that I would need a wife to help with the family business later on. I tried to ask what that was about, but they told me that I would know when the time was right. I know money was an "ass" reason, but I was young and selfish. I still am at times."

"What business is your family in?" I know that he won't tell me, but I want to see what his response will be.

"My father is a doctor as well. We have a family clinic that we run, but my grandfather also left us his business to run. I can admit that I was a little money hungry. I had busted my ass to graduate college faster. I am the youngest surgeon that I know of. Hell, I am only 26. I was doubling my class loads just to finish. So yes, I wanted to be free. I thought I loved her, like my dad loves my mom, so I married her."

I look at him. I mean, really look at him. He's being honest with me. I can see it in his eyes. He is opening up like we've known each other for years. I find myself wanting to learn more about him.

"Wow. You were busy. It is understandable that you wanted to take the next step. What are your siblings like?"

"My brother comes across as a hard man. He's been learning to take over one of my grandfather's businesses. It's a high class agency of sorts. My parents want us to be reasonable, so when they felt we were ready, we each got a business to run. They wanted the business to stay in the family, and it was a way for them to make sure we were provided for. Enough about that, I don't want to talk about business. Emmett is really just a big teddy bear. He is married to Rosalie. Then you have my sister; she is a ticking time bomb, but in a good way. I have never seen someone with so much energy. She is married to Jasper. She gets her business signed over next year."

"I always wanted a sibling. I'm an only child and both my parents passed away when I was 19. It must be nice to be able to get together as a family, to have someone to talk to, and have fun with. I miss that, being with people that are close to you." I'm finding it even easier to talk to him lately. I've never shared so much with clients. What I do share is made up. Why was I sharing the truth now? Why am I so comfortable telling him personal things? I've never spoken of my family while I was working. Why now?

"We all get along great, but they never really liked my wife, I never knew why until recently, so we don't get together as much as I would like to. I miss getting together for Sunday dinners. It's funny really, my parents pushed for me to get married, but my siblings can't stand her. It does put more stress on everyone all around."

We talk well into the night once again. I still can't get over how easily I can lose track of time with him.

"Well Katarina, it is well past one in the morning. Why don't we get some sleep, we have a busy day tomorrow."

"Just what do you have planned, Mr. Cullen?"

"I plan on showing you the lake, and the sights. Rest well. I will see you in the morning." He finishes as he always does, with a kiss on my hand and a wink. I walk up the stairs and for a brief, moment, wonder what it would be like to have his lips on mine and not my hand.

A/N:

So it seems out Bella, may be starting to fall for him…

Here is a sneak peak at chapter 12

""Why did you say yes? I have never been married, but I don't think this is normal, what we are doing. What are you expecting to get out of this?"

She smiled, sat up, and leaned back. She was resting her weight on her hands that were behind her. This in turn caused her back to arch and her chest to stick out. She also uncrossed her legs and left them slightly apart. I'm not blind. I have noticed the flirting that she has been doing, maybe the question was what did she want from this? Does she expect me to sleep with her? I try to reach down and adjust myself without her noticing."