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WARNING:

This story may contain content that could offend readers. Story will surround storylines involving acts of dominance such as domestic discipline. This story will not contain BDSM. This story will have spanking themes in later chapters. The following story will use mature language. This story has already been written and will contain character death in future follow ups. Lemons will not occur right away and not in every chapter this isn't Fifty Shades of fun. Please do not read this story if you think you may feel offended by the discussed themes.

Story and lyrics are mine; the characters are borrowed from Stephenie Meyer.

CHAPTER FOURTEEN

Over those next few weeks, Edward, Emmett and I managed to make some great headway with my video project. I had the concept approved by my professor, who reminded me that the video probably wouldn't be long enough to justify the time element so of course I needed to do a little behind the scenes piece in addition.

Everything was going great in my life for once; I was starting to become excited to see what would come to be until early one Wednesday morning. With the delivery of our Daily Variety Entertainment Magazine, it was declared that Emmett McCarty and Edward Cullen's new project was rather a personal one as they were slated to produce and direct Edward Cullen's current girlfriends first music video. I quite literally spit out my coffee when I saw the article.

"What is this?" I demanded as I dropped the magazine down to the exact page on Edward's desk.

"Sweetheart, this is normal. Anytime we post a project it is subject to publicity. Emmett was able to get MTV to produce it alongside E=MC2. They think that it could be a great behind the scenes feature on one of their shows." Edward responded.

"MTV! They barely show music videos anymore, why would they be interested in something like this?" I asked.

"When they heard the casting, they were willing to put up the funding for the project. I made it clear to them that you would have the final editing approval since this was most importantly for your class project. All they asked is to be able to film a segment of you in the studio editing the video together."

"Wait a minute, what casting? We haven't even talked about casting." I huffed.

"Well you are casted obviously as the crazy girl and who better than to play your husband then me." He smiled.

"WHAT? Edward, are you out of your mind? You better call those agents of yours and tell them that Edward Cullen well-respected actor is committing career suicide."

"Bella there is nothing wrong with me being apart of this. It's not going to hurt my career. I don't know why you always feel my career is so delicate that a mere puff of wind will knock it all down to the ground." He replied.

"Gee I wonder where I got all this from." I said thinking back on my meeting with his previous agent and publicist. "I'm pretty sure I can find someone to play my husband, I don't know how good it will look for either of us."

"Don't you think I'll make a good husband? It's going to be practice for when you are officially Mrs. Edward Cullen."

I don't know why but his little statement made my heart drop. I think he could see the horror register on my face.

"Really Bella, is the idea so repulsive to you?" He asked.

"No…No….but…but.. uhh…" I had trouble breathing let alone thinking.

"Edward we haven't even been dating a year. I mean…oh my god. Um."

"Bella, calm down that wasn't exactly a proposal. Thank god because I think I'd be crushed if that was your reaction." He came over to me.

"I don't know why it caught me so off guard. I think because I'm still so young and…"

"Baby I'm thirty-seven, I'm sorry I can't help but think of our future together." Edward declared.

"I know, I'm sorry. Just give me some time." I requested.

"Okay, no running off to Vegas today. Check." He smiled and came up and kissed me on the mouth. I felt kind of bad how horribly I had just reacted. I hoped that he wouldn't think on it.

On Friday, I was sitting at my desk when Angel came holding a rather large package in her hand.

"Special delivery for one Miss Isabella Swan." She sang.

"What is this?" I said as I took the heavy box and placed it on my desk. Edward saw that I had received something and being the nosy man he was, came out to investigate.

"It says it's from New York. No return name though." She replied.

"Open it baby." Edward said.

I picked up my scissors and sliced open the top of the box. Inside was another box coated in black leather. I pulled open the top and inside it looked to be a notebook binder. On top was a note written on plain white stationary.

If you can't reach them with your words, reach them with your video.

I read the phrase out loud. There was no signature but I knew immediately who it was from.

"Who's it from?" Edward asked.

I reached in and pulled out the binder. "Embry Call." I replied.

I opened the cover and saw Country in Uprising titled on the first page.

"It's a production notebook, his production notebook." I looked to Edward confused.

"Why would Embry Call send me a production notebook for one of his most controversial music videos? I thought we weren't friends anymore." I muttered.

"Honey, I think it's an olive branch." Edward said. He gave me a kiss on the head, smiled at me and returned to his office.

I sat there pouring over this book, inside was the treatment, shot lists and most importantly his own personal notes. You could see his tiny writing scribbled across pages of random ideas. I couldn't believe that he would give me something so personal, so amazing.

Why would he send this to me? I had not had contact with Embry Call since the day he told me that I was hurting his reputation. Some part of me wanted to believe DNR when he told me that Embry broke off our friendship because he did it to help my reputation not his. As much as I truly appreciated the gift, my wall built right back up and I knew I needed to stuff Embry Call, E.C. Crime back into the metaphorical closet.

"Earth to Bella."

I must have been sitting there for a bit staring into space because it was Alice waving a hand in front of my face to wake me from my day dreaming.

"Hey Alice, what are you doing here?" I asked.

"There you are I've been sitting here trying to get your attention for like an hour." She huffed.

I rolled my eyes at her hyperbole.

"Sorry I was just thinking." I replied, "So what can I do for you?"

"Well I just finished filming and I thought that we could go dress shopping for tomorrow." Alice said all perky.

I looked at her like she was crazy, why did I feel I was going to regret the next words to come out of my mouth.

"What's tomorrow?"

Alice looked put out, "The US Weekly Hot Hollywood Party, duh."

"Hey don't you duh me. No one told me that I had to go to a party tomorrow. Furthermore why would I ever want to go to a party hosted by one of the lynch mobs?"

"Bella, the best way to calm a lynch mob is to befriend it. If you ever want the public to get to know the real you, then you're going to have to put yourself out there more. This is the perfect opportunity to show the community just how great you are."

"Do I have to?" I whined.

Alice gave me a look that left little room for arguing.

"Look, I have a lot to get done today; I will make time tomorrow to find an appropriate outfit. Don't worry about me. If you'd like you can come over tomorrow afternoon and get ready with me."

"Okay see you tomorrow." She smiled and skipped off.

I got up from my desk and walked into Edwards's office.

"Just when were you planning on telling me about tomorrows festivities?" I stood there tapping my foot.

"Baby it's in the calendar. I can't help it if you are unobservant." Edward taunted.

I closed the door.

"Edward Cullen, you know how I feel about certain publications and now I have to put a fake smile on my face tomorrow evening. UGH!"

"Come here baby." He softly called.

I walked over pouting; he pulled me to sit on his lap. Edward started to nibble on my neck.

"Do you have any idea how sexy you are when you pout." He asked quietly.

I smiled a little and I could feel his hand come to rest between my legs.

I giggled when he tickled me with his breath. His hand rose a little further and I smiled at the direction this conversation was heading.

"I feel something tingling and it's not my spidey sense." I giggled.

"Oh do you now? Well let me help you with that issue." He pulled me into a hard kiss and I opened my legs wider. I was wearing pants that day so he had to unzip them before he continued to finger bang me into euphoria.

The sensation my body felt after my orgasm had worn me out and Edward helped me up and over to his bedroom so I could nap. I don't remember the dream I had but I know that when I woke up I was crying. It was some kind of nightmare and suddenly I was worried that something bad was on the horizon.

I tried to calm myself down before going into Edward's private bathroom and washing myself up. Once I was presentable I returned to my desk. Edward was no where to be found.

I decided I probably should text Marcus J. to see if he could help me out for tomorrow.

Hey fairy godmother, do you think I could stop by tomorrow. I need you.

A couple of minutes later my phone quaked to alert me of his text.

You know it really isn't proper to call me a fairy, even if I am gay.

I rolled my eyes. And wrote his back

Don't be offended, it was a term of endearment. Don't get your chiffon in a twist.

I waited watching my phone for his reply.

LOL.

Come by tomorrow at noon. I have the perfect dress for the US Weekly party.

How did he know I was going to the US Weekly party? I didn't even know until a couple of hours ago. Whatever I will ask him tomorrow.

Great! Thanxs a million. See you at noon. :-P

I threw the smiley in there knowing it would get a rise out of him.

Well that was rather improper.

I cracked up upon seeing his response. Marcus J. and I certainly had one hell of an unconventional relationship. And I loved it.

The next day I made sure to be a little more dressed up since I know I nearly gave the man a heart attack with my jeans and flip-flop get up last time. However Marcus upon seeing me made me slowly spin for him so he could take in all sides before sighing dramatically and ordering his store clerk to round-up multiple outfits in my size for me to leave with.

I then followed him upstairs to his studio where he had two different dresses for the evening. I really hated that I had suddenly been thrust into such a girly world where I was expected to wear dresses all the time.

"I think the black will do." I said appraising each one.

"Yes, I figured as much. You haven't come into your own enough to earn the red dress." He replied.

"What do you mean I haven't earned it?" I asked perplexed.

Marcus came up behind me and placed his hands on my shoulders and steered me to stand in front of the red dress.

"This dress is meant for someone worthy of wearing it. This dress is meant for greatness. You still don't believe enough in yourself to deserve to wear this dress yet. When the time comes you will know when have earned it."

I sat there and thought over his words. I sighed. I knew Marcus was a little out there. He felt about his clothes the way a parent would feel about their own child. I guess I would have to wait to see what the hell he just went on about.

When I arrived home, Alice was already setting up her stuff. I had six heavy bags in my hands stuffed full of clothes, shoes, purses and accessories and one garment bag. Once again Marcus refused payment. I had no idea how I was ever going to make this up to him.

"Wow did you leave anything in the store. And Jasper thinks that I can shop." Alice gasped upon seeing me.

I threw the bags down on the bed, I would hang them up later.

"Marcus thought I needed a few things." I answered.

"Well come on show me the dress." Alice waited for me to open the garment bag before commenting.

"Yes I think that will do nicely, a little fun but conservative and it will do well for your figure." She assessed.

Alice and I got to work with our hair and makeup after I had taken my shower. When we were done I have to say I felt very pleased with the final results. Edward dressed himself in a hunter green button up shirt and black dress pants. I never knew which Edward I appreciated more; black tie Edward, white t-shirt and jeans Edward, casual Edward or naked Edward. Never mind there was definitely a clear winner.

We arrived at the Beso Restaurant on Hollywood Boulevard for the event. After a brief press line where we mostly smiled and posed for pictures we were inside. I think I managed a fake smile pretty well. I don't know why but something about this event didn't feel right. I mean it wasn't a party for the National Enquirer who was the publication that I held most animosity towards but still US Weekly didn't exactly report complete truths either.

The appetizers they had were amazing. Alice was sitting at a small table chit chatting with me but after our second cocktail I could tell that she wanted to get up and mingle. Edward was off talking; I had come to notice that when we came to these things he usually went off in search of some business talk and left me with the girls.

"Alice go!" I commanded. "I don't need you babysitting me and I know that you want to run off and mingle. So please go."

She looked uneasy. "Bella, I can mingle anytime."

"I'll be fine by myself for a few moments, if I get bored I'll go hang with Edward. Please I want you to have a good time too."

"Okay but I promise to come back in a little bit." She said as she got up on three-inch heels.

I sighed looking around the room and wondered if I would ever feel comfortable in this type of setting. Probably not, I was doomed to the life of wallflower. I had been sitting there for the past ten minutes playing a game on my phone when I heard someone sit down beside me.

I promptly looked up and noticed that it was certainly not someone whom I had previously been introduced to, however I knew instantly who this was.

"Hello" he said.

"Hi. May I help you?" I probably sounded snotty but given this man's reputation it just kind of flowed out of my mouth.

"Isabella Swan; aspiring singer, currently dating Edward Cullen and according to a rather viral video recently made, it was all for the nookie." He gave a toothy grin.

I couldn't believe the nerve.

He stuck out his hand for me to shake. "Hi I'm…"

I cut him off while staring at his hand with contempt.

"I know who you are Mr. Black. Jacob Black; aspiring actor currently fucking anything that walks… well according to everyone."

He let off a laugh. "Touché. Well you certainly do live up to expectations."

I gave him one last disapproving look and returned to the game on my phone. "So can I buy you a drink?" He asked.

"Mr. Black, if we stranded in a desert and it was the last form of liquid. I would drink the sand first. Lucky for me we are here and the drinks are free so being the girl I am, if I want a drink I will get it myself. You are dismissed."

I know that I was being a bitch but Jacob Black started off with rubbing me the wrong way with his little comment. I knew all about Jacob Black, he was slated to star in the next big blockbuster about superheros or something. Jacob was a child actor who managed to turn his career into something more serious with his first franchise when he was eighteen. He was a beast of man, taller than six feet and quite muscular. But Jacob also had a reputation of being a diva on set, after a successful career at such a young age it seemed that it had gone quickly to his head. He was known for sleeping around with actresses and currently working his way through the Victoria's Secret Catalogue lingerie models. But what I disliked about Jacob Black the most was his arrogant attitude. I could live with the fact that he was basically a man whore, I could allow a certain amount of leeway, but arrogance was something I despised.

I looked out the corner of my eye and saw that Jacob sat back in his seat stretching out to get cozy. I rolled my eyes and turned away from him.

"So Bella, I can call you Bella right?" He asked but I ignored him.

"You know I have heard quite a few things about you, but they forgot to mention what a snob you are." He grumbled.

"Snob? You come over and harass me and when I don't wish to play your little game, I'm a snob?" I hissed.

"Well at least you're talking with me, that is the polite thing to do when someone converses with you." He said as he sat back and smiled.

"I am not talking with you. I am scolding you. You have a lot of nerve to talk about manners, don't you know that when engaging in a conversation with a person you should start with a polite hello and introduction rather than some snarky slam."

"Excuse me princess but I was merely listing off several intriguing facts. Miss Manners states that one should always have a couple of interesting bullet points when entering a conversation to ensure that the dialogue does not turn dull. And I think that after tonight, I can thank Miss Manners for her excellent advice, for I have never had such a worthy opponent for banter before." Jacob replied.

"Well I would like to disengage from said banter. I wish you well Mr. Black." I gave him a nod of my head and turned back around.

"We should hang out. I think you and I could be good for each other." He proclaimed.

Sensing that he was never going to get the hint, I stood up from the table and walked away trying to locate Edward.

"There you are, honey." I smiled upon seeing him. I came up and kissed him on the cheek.

"Hi honey. Uh how is everything?" He asked puzzled by my sudden display of affection.

"Fine, but I am feeling rather tired. I was thinking of catching a cab so you could stay longer." I replied

"Sweetie we've only been here an hour."

"I know but this is just not my thing. I want you to stay, this is definitely your thing and I just want to put on some pajamas and crawl into bed while watching an old movie or something. I'll be fine Edward. I can get home on my own."

"No, if you want to leave, then we'll leave." He insisted.

"Edward I don't want you leaving on my account. Please."

"Bella, you're not leaving by yourself. That's final."

Edward said a quick farewell to Alice and Jasper. I was irritated because I didn't see what the big deal was. But Edward wasn't upset. When we got home, I washed my face and slipped into my jammies. As I walked into the bedroom Edward was already lying in bed with the television on.

"What will it be? I have loaded Netflix up and I am ready for requests." Edward said with a smile.

I climbed in bed and snuggled up to him. "Sabrina, the Audrey Hepburn version."

"An excellent choice." Edward said and kissed my head.

The movie started to play and all I could think was how lucky was I.

"Thank you." I whispered.

"For what baby?" he asked.

"For not being upset with me wanting to leave."

"Honey, I live to make you happy. If you were unhappy then leaving was the right thing to do. I love you, Isabella."

"I love you too Edward."

The movie played and even though it was one of my favorites after Sabrina talked about the moon I fell fast asleep.

"Baby you need to wake up." I could feel Edward rubbing my back as he tried to jostle me awake early the next morning.

"What time is it?" I asked wiping sleep from my eye.

"It's nine. Sweetheart you need to see this." Edward told me as he pushed the play button on the television.

Police have a suspect in custody. Again we are bringing you the latest. We are reporting that rap artist No Dice was shot and killed early this morning after an altercation at the New York nightclub, H.Y.P.E. Police are still investigating the reason the incident occurred. No Dice was a long time best friend to E.C. Crime and DNR. We will continue to bring you the latest as it unfolds.

There was a photo displayed with the title "Eugene Jackson 1/23/79 - 4/13/08"

I clutched my chest. I was in a state of shock. I felt Edward come and sit beside me and wrap his arms around me.

"Oh god." I started to cry. I hand only hung out with him one day and sure I was sad over that but I couldn't stop thinking about how Embry Call was out there somewhere mourning the loss of one of his best friends.

"I'm sorry, honey." I nodded my head softly at Edward's heartfelt apology.

After a couple of moments , I got up and went through my morning routine. Edward said that he would go downstairs and start breakfast. I stood in the mirror looking at myself.

"Oh Embry." I sighed.

Edward and I ate our breakfast in silence; I think he knew I was still trying to process everything. The doorbell rang and Edward left me to go and answer it.

"Bella" I heard Edward call out to me.

I got up and walked over to the door, "It's for you." Edward said as I approached.

There standing on the steps was Embry Call and two beautiful little girls beside him.