B -Hey lovelies! Now, this is the chapter that most of you have been waiting for! Gah! Make sure you read it from start... to finish. Promise! xD. God, I don't have much to say... I'm just anxious for you guys to read, already! Hehe.

Karla, bitch, my other boyfriend - I love you!

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Bella POV

"Masen, are you sure? I mean, we really don't have to go." I asked insecurely for what seemed like the millionth time.

Masen just sighed and leaned back against my wooden door frame. "Swan, for the bloody last time, yes, we're going," he replied.

I sighed heavily, shoveling the last of my garments into my oversized suitcase. Masen noticed my ongoing hesitation and walked over, placing a soft kiss on my exposed shoulder.

"Besides, love, it's only for a weekend. Don't you want me to meet your mum?"

I rolled my eyes at his question. "Of course! But I just…" I tried to explain but couldn't find the words.

Masen raised an eyebrow questioningly, and I just shook my head, zipping up the suitcase.

"I'm just… nervous, I suppose. You know, 'bringing the boyfriend home' bit and all."

Masen just laughed softly and wrapped his arms around me, nuzzling his nose into the crook of my neck. "Swan, really, they'll love me… I'm full of British charm, remember?" he said playfully.

"What if Esme and Carlisle don't like me?" I asked, my voice soft and small.

Edward un-wrapped spun me around gently to face him. "Esme loves everybody. Besides, you've already met her, and she's told me she adores you," he responded, his breath tickling my face.

I looked at him incredulously. "Really? When?" I pressed.

Masen shrugged and grabbed my giant suitcase from the bed, "Well, after the night she found out that I worked with you, she told me that you seemed like a pleasant girl and that I should play nice," he said nonchalantly, a crooked smile appearing on his lips.

"What's so funny about that?" I asked, pulling my hair up into a simple pony tail putting my sunglasses on.

Masen shook his head, "Well, I had to resist the urge to tell her that I had been playing nice with you… just not in the work aspect."

My face grew hot at once. "Edward James Masen!" I squealed playfully, swatting him lightly with my purse.

"What? It's not like I told her, Swan."

I rolled my eyes, pretending to pout but failing miserably. A smile twitched on the side of my mouth. Masen just laughed, looking around my little, shabby apartment.

"Are we ready then?" he asked, his body already halfway out the door.

"Yep," I replied, trailing after him out of the apartment, locking the door, and following him outside to the car.

Masen busied himself with trying to fit my suitcase in the tiny trunk his Porsche provided. "Bloody, fucking, large, fucking suitcase," he murmured.

"Everything okay, babe?" I asked, sliding into the passenger seat.

He looked at me incredulously. "Why do you need this huge fucking thing anyways, Swan? What happened to the small tote you packed the other day when you stayed the night at my place?"

I just rolled my eyes. "Cause, it's the Hamptons, James. Not your apartment." Masen just huffed and continued to murmur curses underneath his breath. I laughed at his predicament. Silly boy.

Finally, Masen got the suitcase in the trunk and closed the lid with a loud 'thud'. He slid into the driver's seat, exhaling loudly.

"Seriously Swan, next time… you're allowed one, small bag."

I grinned and straightened out the small wrinkles on my top. "Sure, honey," I agreed, too busy with my top to argue.

Masen leaned in, kissed the bottom part of my ear and mumbled, "Oh and Swan? Your tits look amazing in that top." He leaned back into his seat, putting his sunglasses on. "Are you ready for the Hamptons?"

I would've answered, however, the sudden pool of wetness that had formed between my thighs had me incoherent.

Masen just chuckled as he put the car into 'drive' and drove off towards my mother's house in the Hamptons.

This weekend is either going to be very, very good or very, very bad.

--I'm hoping for the former.

Cullen POV

It was Saturday morning, and there I was, lying down on my plush suede couch, looking like someone had just kicked my puppy. I'd had a restless night. After a few failed attempts to sleep in, I finally decided to just give up, going to my living room and trying to relax.

My hands busied themselves on their own accord, flipping the channels at random out of their own pure boredom. My eyes looked towards the clock - 8:55 AM it read - only one minute had passed since the last time I looked at the fucking thing. I sighed, running my fingers through my morning hair. Yawning, I grabbed my half-drunken cup of coffee from the table and took a sip.

Cold and bitter. How fitting for my mood.

Ever since Bella had mention that she and James were going to attend Esme's and Renee's charity event, my mood had been extremely… dismal. She asked me if I would go to the event - which, to be honest, I had accepted mother's invite just the day before, but as soon as she mentioned him, I knew that I no longer could go.

I didn't want to suffer in silence.

So I called my mother and made the excuse that I had to work this weekend, after all.

Pussy.

I sighed and threw the remote to the offensive ground, looking at the digital clock once more. Nine, it said, its numbers taunting me. Only five fucking minutes had passed since last time I looked at it. God, this was going to be the weekend from hell.

James and Bella had probably already left for the Hamptons and were happily driving the coast in my brother's douchebag car.

I sighed again, balling my hands into fists.

What the fuck was I doing? I was basically handing Bella to James with a fucking red ribbon perched on top of her head, with a note saying, 'All my blessings - William.'

It was then that I realized that I had to be there this weekend. I had to make Bella see that I was the one for her, not James.

I stood up, determined. I grabbed a random white t-shirt that was on the back of the couch, and threw it hastily on my naked chest. I scanned my apartment for my cell phone and saw it placed on my black countertop. I ran through my list of contacts and took a moment to formulate a plan in my head. Smiling to myself, I pressed the 'Talk' button.

"Yes, it's Edward Cullen. Can I have a car here in about thirty minutes?"

Bella POV

I'm going to kill him.

Masen had been mind-fucking me all morning on the drive to my mother's house.

First, it was the 'your tits look nice' comment, and then it turned into his long fingers caressing me against my jeans, or his hands "accidentally" brushing up against my already, more-than-eager breasts. When I accused him of this, he just seemed to chuckle and shrug nonchalantly.

The bastard is going to pay.

Two fucking horrendous hours later, I was on the verge of passing out from Masen's worldly advances. I was getting to the point where I was about to unravel from all the pending anticipation; I just wanted him to pull over and finish what he had fucking started over two hours ago.

I turned to him. "Masen, seriously, stop fucking with me. Man up and…" I said, my voice hinting with unresolved lust and pent up anger.

"Hush, Bella, we're here," he said, ignoring my heated plea. I huffed and crossed my arms as I saw us approaching the all too familiar white house.

During my younger years, Mom made us come out here for the weekends to "socialize", of course. Dad and I hated it for the most part; we usually snuck out to the nearest nature park, while Mom was busy making the arrangements for her famous dinner parties.

Masen stopped the car and put it in park. I looked out the window and noticed that Mom and Dad were accompanied by another couple - Esme and Carlisle, Edward's mother and his step-dad.

Shit, shit, shit!

--Jesus, Swan, why so nervous?

This is the parents for Christ's sake!

--You've met them, anyways, remember?

Yes, but this is different! I'm Bella Swan, Masen's girlfriend, not Bella Swan, girl with horrible public speaking abilities!

Masen leaned into my ear, pulling me out of my inner thoughts. "Swan, take it easy. You look like you're going to pass out, love."

I turned and glared at him.

I'm going to pass out from unresolved lust, you handsome, sexy, fuckable man. Oh, and maybe from nervousness of finally meeting Esme and Carlisle on 'girlfriend' terms.

--Yep. I can see it now…

'Isabella Marie Swan

Died of uncontrolled lust and

nervousness of meeting the parents.

Won't be missed, much.'

I sighed and stepped out Masen's tiny car when he walked around the car and pulled the door open. I took his offering hand. He squeezed it softly.

"Isabella!" My mother's shrill voice announced our arrival. I cringed and saw Masen give a slight crooked smile at my inner torment.

Asshole.

"Hi, Mom," I said meekly, letting her envelop me in her arms. She pulled back and took a moment to take in the man beside me. Her eyes gleamed with an all familiar look - admiration and lust.

--Nice. Mom has the hots for our boyfriend.

Eww. Come on now, that's just… we don't… yeah.

I cleared my throat to stop her incessant staring.

"Mom, this is Edward James Masen. Edward, this is my mother, Renee Swan." Edward took her hand gently and placed a kiss on top of it.

"Enchanted, Mrs. Swan. I can see where Bella gets all her looks from," Masen said in his faint British accent. Renee couldn't seem to do anything but giggle. I just rolled my eyes.

I nudged Masen in the arm; he seemed to be too busy dazzling my mother to notice my father standing a few feet behind her. Edward took the hint and walked towards my father.

"Mr. Swan, I assume? I'm Edward Masen. It's nice to finally meet you, sir."

Charlie shook his hand. "Actually, it's Chief Swan, Son."

Edward gave me a nervous sideways glance, and I just shrugged. A little part of me wanted Masen to sweat a little underneath my father's I'm-the-Police-Chief persona.

"James! I'm so glad you could make it, dear! And Bella! I'm so glad you're here as well! The party is going to be fantastic with you setting it up and all," Esme's cherub-like voice rang out.

It was my turn to blush. "Well, honestly, it was really no big deal…"

Masen eyed me playfully. I casually kicked his shin with my shoe.

"Ouch!"

Esme eyed James cautiously and then enveloped him in a huge motherly embrace. Carlisle took the moment to greet and hug me softly, saying that it was a pleasure to see me again. James took a step back from Esme and held out his hand to Carlisle. Carlisle took it, but no words were said; I suppose they still had some unresolved tension.

I clapped my hands together, wanting to break the pending tension. "Just you guys?" I asked nonchalantly, silently hoping that Cullen might've decided to come by after all.

Esme smiled. "Your mother was kind enough to invite us all out to the Hamptons this weekend, including William, but sadly his work has him booked."

Yeah, sadly.

--Sadly, huh?

Shut it.

"Yes, it is a shame William couldn't make it, Esme."

Esme sighed and looked towards Masen. "It is, I would've loved for both of my sons to be here."

I felt Masen shift uncomfortably beside me. I ran my hand down his back, wanting to soothe him. His posture seemed to relax a bit at my touch.

Esme smiled reassuring as Renee looked towards Masen and I.

"Bella, why don't you show James around the estate? I'll have Charlie bring in your bags."

Masen smiled and bought my hand up to his lips, kissing it softly. "Yes, Bella. I would love to see what the estate has to offer," he said, his voice taking on the hint of a double-meaning.

My nipples tightened at Masen's innuendo. I glanced lustfully at him. He was wearing a pair of tight-fitting khaki's that outlined his perfect ass and his perfectly toned legs to a tee. His button-down white shirt was un-tucked, the first two buttons undone. His hair was in its usual perfect disarray.

He looked simply fuckable.

"Sure, Edward, I would love to show you everything," I said, trying to make my own double- implication. Masen shifted slightly, his face taking on a lopsided-grin.

I playfully pulled Edward towards the open front door and up the hard, wooden stairs. Pulling him into the first open door, which just happened to be my dad's extravagant office, I pushed Masen against the wall and smiled wickedly.

"You, sir, are going to finish what you started."

Masen looked at me, his eyes dancing with mischief. "Bella… really, we can't… your parents… Esme and Carlisle," he pleaded softly,

I silenced him by crashing my impatient lips with his more-than-eager ones. He was a bit stiff and unwillingly at first, but pressing my ever-needing body against his was all the motivation he needed.

"Mmm, Swan… fuck, I'm hard already."

I giggled and pulled at his shirt, wanting to feel his naked skin underneath my fingers. I pulled him away from the wall to my mom's European rug. I sat down gingerly, patting the spot next to me. Masen more than obliged, crawling on top of me, his mouth eagerly seeking out my own.

"You're being extremely naughty, Swan, on your mom's expensive, European rug?" Masen asked, his hot mouth rightfully attacking my neck.

I swatted his ass playfully. "Just shut up and get on with it, James."

He groaned at my words, his hips grinding into my hot, throbbing center.

The man had been teasing me all day; little caresses here and there, his naughty words, taunting me the whole drive here. I vowed to have my revenge. I let my hands sneak underneath his casual shirt. My fingertips ran over his toned back, feeling his muscles respond to my feather-light touch. He shivered at my gesture, his own hands slowly gliding up my stomach and coming to rest on my breasts. I arched my back, pushing myself into his palms.

"Please, Edward. Please, make love to me."

His hands squeezed my tits in anticipation. "I love when you ask me that, Swan," he said, his fingertips lazily moving down my ribcage to my stomach, to the top of my jeans. His musical fingers easily undid the button of my jeans and slid into them effortlessly. I bit my bottom lip in anticipation and moaned as he teased me through the fabric of my flimsy panties. While his fingers were busy caressing me into my own personal sexual oblivion, our mouths battled for dominance over one another.

My hands eagerly reached for his belt, fumbling with it, trying to get the damn cursed thing undone.

Masen seemed to be entertained by my enthusiasm. "In a hurry, Swan?"

I huffed impatiently. "Just get the damn thing off, already," I replied back.

Masen answered my request almost immediately, shedding the offending belt off of his hips. He eagerly undid the button of his pants and pushed them down over his hip, letting his cock spring free of the offending fabric.

Thank God he didn't wear anything underneath his pants today.

--Easy access. Nice.

I pushed my hips upwards, towards his exposed cock. He groaned at my actions and swiftly yanked my jeans off of my slim legs. Moving my panties to the side, he let the tip of his cock nuzzle my soft, drenched, folds.

"Yessss…" I hissed softly, pressing myself into him.

Edward responded by grabbing my hips, guiding himself into me - slowly. "Mm, baby… I love the way you feel."

I moaned, grinding my hips upwards, wanting to feel his dick deeper. Masen groaned at the sensation.

"Fuck, love," Edward whispered softly, his mouth trying to restrain his oncoming moans by meshing them with mine. Our bodies moved together slickly, showing our love for one another through our physical intimacy.

Our bodies continued to grind up against each other, both of our own releases slowly building. Edward dug his long fingers into my hair, rightfully pulling out the pins that kept the mess of it in place. He placed his nose next to my neck, breathing in the scent of my hair - the scent of me.

"Mm, Bella…" he moaned into my neck, nipping the soft skin softly.

My hands eagerly found his silk-like locks and wove themselves in its chaos. "Mm, yes…" I replied to him, my body tensing more and more with each loving thrust our bodies made.

"Swan, look at me. I want to see what I do to you. I want you to see what you do to me."

I lazily opened my eyes. Masen was staring back at me, his virility-colored eyes piercing my liquid chocolate ones.

Love and lust.

Want and need.

That's what I saw in Masen's blazing emerald eyes. That was enough to make my body explode in burning ecstasy. I roughly grabbed his bronze hair within my eager fingers and meshed his lips with mine, stilling my cries. I felt Masen join me shortly after, his dick twitching feverishly in me.

A moment later, I finally broke the kiss.

"Wow," I said lowly, only for us to hear.

"Swan, that was fucking incredible."

A smug smile spread itself across my lips. Masen just laughed and kissed my lips softly once more.

"Come on, love. We have to go before we're missed."

I nodded and started to redress myself, putting my hair up again at random with the loose pins.

When we deemed ourselves presentable, Masen gingerly took my face in his hands, running his thumbs down my cheeks.

"I love you."

I closed my eyes and smiled at his words. "I love you too, James."

He kissed my lips softly. "Ready?" he asked.

I shook my head. "I need a few moments… You know, makeup check and everything. Chick stuff."

He laughed softly. "Mmm, my silly Bella. Okay, love. I'll see you down there shortly."

I nodded and watched as his taut ass made its way out the door. I shook my head and laughed, looking down at my mother's rug.

I shook my head, giggling to myself.

If Renee only knew.

Cullen POV

I tapped my phone impatiently on my knee as I looked out the window at the passing scenery.

"Can we go any faster, please?"

The driver nodded and picked up the speed.

I leaned back onto the cold leather seat, resting my head back. I closed my weary eyes and tried to process the million thoughts going through my mind. My mind wandered all over the events that led up to this moment, moments spent with Bella over the past few weeks.

There was a particular moment that stood out above the rest.

It was yesterday: Bella and I had just finished our last lunch before she and James were to head up to the Hamptons for the weekend of our mother's dual charity.

I had offered to walk Bella back to her office, and she politely accepted. It was those moments that I lived for - just Bella and I - her petite hand wrapped around my arm, squeezing it comfortably every now and then.

Halfway to her office, however, we were having a heated debate about one of Bella's favorite books--Wuthering Heights.

"But it's a love story!" she pleaded.

I rolled my eyes. "A love story, please! They treat each other like complete shit every single chance they get!"

Bella shook her head. "They just didn't know how to express their feelings for one another! They were so in love with each other - everyone saw it, except for them."

"Right… That's why they both died miserably and never ended up with one another?"

Bella laughed her musical laugh. "Oh, William…"

A smile tugged at my heart when her sweet voice said my name. Oh, to be able to hear that name coming from her lips when I was above her, making love to her. I shifted uncomfortably at that thought.

Just friends, right?

I was broken out of my not-so-polite thoughts as I felt Bella's tiny frame being forced into mine.

"Ompfh!" she grunted as a man ran by.

I took a moment to realize that the man had rightfully bumped into Bella, causing her body to currently be pressed up against mine.

"Fucking asshole!" Bella called out to the man who was now hurriedly crossing the street.

I chuckled for a moment and then realized that Bella was pushed up fully against me; her full, round breasts and the palms of her hands pressed against my chest. My breathing became slightly erratic, and my dick began to harden. I groaned inwardly. Did she even have any idea what she did to me?

After cursing the man, Bella turned her head to face me, her lips mere inches from mine, her eyes wide and doe-like. Without thinking, I bought my right hand up to her cheek and traced her jaw line with my thumb. Her eyes fluttered closed and lips parted distinctively. I took a deep breath and closed my eyes, leaning forward. Her breath was sweet and inviting, drawing me closer and closer to her forbidden lips.

Then, just as I was about to kiss her soft mouth, I was unable to shake off the sudden uneasy fear that swept through me, and like a complete pussy, I didn't.

"Bella…" I breathed out, my lips grazing her cheek.

No answer.

I spoke again.

"We're here," I said softly into her ear, pulling back.

Her eyes were still closed, her lips still seductively parted.

"Bella?"

"Hmm?" she asked in a dream-like state.

I grabbed her shoulders and shook her a little. "Bella, we're here at the office."

Bella eyes snapped open, her mouth forming an 'O'. "Oh, yes, I was just… uh, sorry," she mumbled, a lovely blush appearing on her pale cheeks.

I just chuckled and placed a haphazard piece of hair behind her ear as she sighed.

"I really wish you didn't have to work this weekend, Edward. I would've loved it if you could've come to the Hamptons with us."

I smiled regretfully. "I'm truly sorry, Bella, really, I am."

She nodded and leaned up to kiss me on the cheek. "Lunch when I get back?"

I nodded. "Of course."

She smiled and squeezed my arm slightly. "Until then, Edward."

I smiled, watching her make her way back into the office. I sighed and leaned back against the brick of the building.

Ever since I had left Bella, my mind had been replaying the event over and over again, haunting me until I knew I had to get of my ass and go after her. However, the nagging questions didn't seem to leave me a moment of peace.

Did… did she want me to kiss her?

No, no. Of course not! She's dating James…

But…

I shook my head.

This was wrong!

Was it? Was it wrong to want to kiss the woman I'm in love with?

Well, no… but…

"Mr. Cullen? We're here."

I blinked towards the driver and shook my head out of my reverie. I looked out the window and spotted Bella's parents as well as my own. I smiled. Maybe this weekend wouldn't be so bad after all.

**

Ten minutes later, all greetings were said and done with. It was time to do what I had come here to do.

"Mom, where's Bella?"

Esme looked around. "Oh, I think James and Bella are upstairs getting settled."

I nodded and kissed my mother on the cheek.

Masen.

"I'm going to unpack and see if I can find her and say hello."

Esme nodded and put her hand upon my cheek. "I'm so glad the both of you are here."

I smiled at her.

If she'd only knew the real reason I was here.

"I'll see you shortly," I replied, grabbing the small leather bag I had hurriedly packed for this weekend, and walked into the house.

I quickly climbed the stairs and started to make my way down the hallway, when I heard voices coming from down the hall.

Curiosity got the best of me, and I took quiet steps to the door that I noticed was slightly ajar. I peered in the crack, and that's when I saw them.

James and Bella.

On the floor.

In the middle of an office.

Completely wrapped in one another's embrace.

My heart broke and anger raged. My head screamed to look away, yet my broken heart couldn't tear my eyes off of them.

"Please, Edward. Please, make love to me," Bella's voice said, her words tender and wanting. I tightened my grip on the strap of my overnight bag.

"I love when you ask me that, Swan."

I gritted my teeth; he used that as her nickname. That demeaning, fucking horrible nickname. Angel, love, baby, sweetheart... those were more appropriate endearments for a woman like Bella.

She seems to like it though, the voice taunted.

I knew that I shouldn't have been spying. I should've just left them there, let them fuck. But I couldn't move. I didn't know what to do, except listen and watch James and Bella declare their love for one another through words and passion. I looked around and stepped into the shadows, just outside the hallway.

Taking a deep breath, I peeked through the tiny crack once again.

"Mm, baby… I love the way you feel," Bella moaned, her naked body intertwined around James.

It took all of my strength not to bust in there, throw James off of her and tell - show Bella that she was mine and not that fucking imbecile's.

It was then that I knew what I had to do.

So, I waited.

And fucking waited.

I tried to tune out the "oh's" and the "ah's, and all of the sentimental bullshit by thinking of how I was going to pull this off, but Bella seemed to read my mind.

"I love you," James' fucking voice cooed.

"I love you, too, James."

I snorted.

Not for long, my sweet Bella.

"Ready?" I saw him ask her.

Bella just shook her head.

"I need a few moments… you know, makeup check and everything. Chick stuff."

James laughed softly, and I grinned like the Cheshire Cat.

Perfect.

"Mmm, my silly Bella. Okay, love. I'll see you down there shortly." James said, buttoning the last button of his douchebag shirt and heading out the wooden door.

I quickly moved my body into the shadows, hiding myself from James. He came out, running his fingers haphazardly through his hair, a satisfied smirk spread across his face. I resisted the urge to lunge forward and punch him in his fucking nose.

He walked to the stairs and descended them. I sighed a breath of relief and peeked back in on Bella.

She was fumbling with her hair, her arms lifted up, trying to pin in random pieces. I caught a glimpse of her skin around her hips, and I moaned softly in response. Bella, however, didn't seem to notice the noise.

She huffed from the disarray of her hair, eventually giving up, and walked towards to door.

This is your fucking chance, Cullen!

I held my breath and watched as Bella slipped through the door. My hand quickly reached for her wrist.

Bella gasped as I pulled her into the shadows, holding her body close to mine.

"Masen?" she asked incredulously.

A smile played on my lips. "Guess again, Bella."

Her eyes went wide. "William…" she said breathlessly.

"Oh, God, you didn't see… I… shit…"

I didn't even let her finish. I was too caught up in my own world. I roughly grabbed both sides of her face and pulled her lush, womanly lips against mine. I wanted to show her how I felt and what she meant to me in this one kiss. Bella was hesitant, her tiny fists punched against my chest, wanting them to break herself free of my embrace. However, my arms kept her locked in place, although it wasn't necessary for long as she finally gave in. Her hands eagerly found my hair, wrapping themselves into its chaos. Her body meshed even more with mine; her breasts pressed eagerly against my heaving chest. My arms wrapped tightly around the small of her back, trailing down to her ass and rightfully grabbed it, marking it as mine.

Bella moaned into my lips, and it was the sexiest fucking thing I had ever heard. She pulled back suddenly, her lungs breathing heavily for air.

"Edward…What…why?" she asked, her eyes wide, her cheeks tinted bright pink.

"Because you're supposed to be mine, Bella… not his," I pulled her closer to me once again, pressing my cheek against hers, our lungs still gasping for air.

"You… belong to me, Bella…you always have."

B - OMFG! GO CULLEN! The shy man finally grew a pair, and claimed what he thinks he owns. What does Bella think? And, does Masen ever find out? So many questions, only a handful of chapters left! Let us know your thoughts!

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