Disclaimer: All characters are not mine. No copyright infringement was intended. Thank you to Stephenie Meyer for creating Edward and Bella for our enjoyment. I just like playing with them, making them my own … even for just a little while.

We're going to back to Masen next chapter and there will be some drama coming up.

Chapter Twenty-One

Masen

I watched her sleep. Bella was curled in my arms, completely bare and snoring adorably. I ran my fingers through messy curls. Never in my entire life had I ever been this happy. I knew that I had to tell my mother about Bella. I knew that had to protect her from the paparazzi and from her sister.

Alice … she was up to something. I didn't trust her.

"Masen …" Bella whimpered, her arm draping over my belly. "Love you."

"I love you so much, cherie," I whispered against her hair. "I'm never going to let you go. I'm yours. Irrevocably and forever yours." I tightened my arms around her, watching as the sun crept along the sky. Bella was usually up with the birds, but she deserved to be spoiled. She had a right to sleep in, in a bed and not a couch.

It shattered my heart to know that she slept on a couch for four years. She was emotionally abused by her sister for that entire time, as well. I hated to think what Alice was doing to their father. Parkinson's was a horrific, debilitating disease. From what I saw, Charlie was in decent condition, but he needed help, and loving care. He got that with Bella. Heaven knows what Alice is doing to her dad at this moment.

Running my fingers along her back, I relished in her softness and her warmth. She sighed, burrowing her nose into my neck. "Hmmmm, you smell so good, Masen," she whispered, her fingers gliding along my belly. Her lips dragged along my jaw as her hand slipped underneath the blankets and wrapped around my cock.

"Fuck," I hissed as she idly pumped my length. "Cherie …"

"You made me feel so amazing last night, Masen. It's my turn to return the favor, baby," she purred against my jaw before she kissed me languidly. Her lips glided down my torso, her tongue tracing along my tattoo. I moaned, tangling my fingers into her hair as she kissed further down my body.

"Bella," I breathed. "You don't …"

"I want to," she sang lowly, her lips dragging along my hips as her fingers wrapped around my growing cock. Her tongue ran along the underside of my shaft. My head fell back as her mouth completely enveloped me. She sucked around me, her mouth hot and wet around my hardness. Her hands cupped my balls, rolling them in her palms.

"Fuck," I growled as she wrapped her other hand around the base of my cock. She bobbed her head, her hand moving opposite of her mouth. "Cherie, that feels … damn it. I want to be inside you when I come, Bella."

She released me with a pop, languidly stroking my length and using her saliva as lubricant. "You made me feel … it was indescribable. It's time to return the favor, Masen." She twisted her wrist, sliding her hand down my erection. She kissed the tops of my thighs before taking me into her mouth again. Her eyes were closed as she swirled around the head of my cock. Her fingers glided over my body, igniting me into flames.

I bucked against her as her tiny finger caressed behind my balls, growling when she took one of them into her mouth and pumped me. My fingers tangled into her soft hair as she brought me closer to my release. I could feel my balls tighten. "Bella, cherie, feels so amazing. You keep doing what you're doing, I'm going to come." She hummed around me, redoubling her effort. I was babbling incoherently, lost in the pleasure she was giving me. "Bella …" I moaned. She twisted her hand and gently ran her teeth along the underside of my shaft. I groaned as my cock hardened. With another swirl around the head, I exploded. With each heartbeat, streams of my release filled her mouth and Bella kept her mouth around me, swallowing all I had to give.

I flopped onto the bed, panting heavily as my heart slowed down. Bella kissed up my chest and curled against me. "I like being able to sleep in. I haven't done it in so long."

"Hmmmm, it does have its benefits," I chuckled. "And I liked the wake-up call, love."

"You made me feel so cherished, loved … I wanted to return the favor, Masen," she smirked, sliding her legs along with mine. I could feel her arousal as she undulated against me.

"Did sucking my cock turn you on?" I growled against her lips. I could taste myself on her mouth and normally it gross me out, but our combined flavors were an intense aphrodisiac. I slid my hand down her belly, cupping her intimately. "It would appear so, love." She moaned, opening her legs as I circled my fingers through her slick folds. I kissed her deeply as I brought her to the brink of pleasure. Feeling her tightness, her arousal coating my fingers, I wanted nothing more than to slide inside her, to feel her around me again. She hissed when I slid my fingers inside her. "Bella?"

"Sorry," she whispered. "It's been a long time since I've had sex, and you're kind of huge. I'm a little sore."

"Cherie, I'm sorry," I murmured, removing my fingers. "I just wanted to …"

"Don't apologize, Masen," she smiled, kissing me sweetly. "You made me feel so good last night." I tugged down the blankets and got up. I picked her up. "Masen! What are you doing?"

"I think a bath will help with the soreness, Bella," I answered, carrying her out of the bedroom and into the ensuite bathroom. We settled into the large soaker tub and I poured in bubbles, turning on the hot water. I held her in my arms as the water filled the tub. She snuggled in with me. "Feel better?"

"Yeah," she said. "You spoil me."

"Now she gets it," I laughed, my arms wrapped around her tiny waist. "And I'll continue to spoil you, cherie, for as long as you let me. Forever sounds good."

"What's on tap today?" she asked, threading our fingers together under the growing mountain of bubbles.

"I have a meeting at the consulate this afternoon, but other than that, nothing," I answered.

"What do you do at these elusive meetings?" Bella quipped.

"Trade negotiations, diplomatic meetings, teleconference calls with my family," I replied.

"Does your family know about me?" Bella asked, her voice timid, unsure.

"My father does. I told him about you. My mother is more focused on my brother who is in a drug detox program. I'm planning on talking to her today about you," I replied. "Cherie, my mother may pose a bit of an obstacle. She sent me here in her stead to do her job. She also told me to 'sow my royal oats.'" Bella stiffened. "But, that's not what we're doing, love. You're not that. You could never be that, baby."

"Could she stop us from being together?" Bella gasped.

"No. I would sooner abdicate the throne and be with you than to bow to her will. I love you and I see a future with you, cherie," I whispered. "A future where there's a ring on this finger." I raised her left hand and ran my thumb across her ring finger. "I want forever with you, Bella. Get that through your head."

"Even though I'm …" she muttered.

"Perfect? Beautiful? Selfless? Kind? Loving?" I countered. "Your insecurity is due in part to Alice's abuse. Her anger. Her bullshit."

"She's such a wildcard. I don't trust her. I really don't. I doubt I ever will, Masen," she grumped, curling into me.

"And I don't blame you, Bella," I said, kissing her forehead. "Do you have a passport?"

"Um, non-sequitur," Bella laughed.

"And a valid question since your boyfriend lives in a foreign country in the European Union," I snickered.

"I do have a passport. One of my friends in college got married over spring break in Jamaica when I was a senior," Bella answered, rolling her eyes. "I think it's still valid."

"If I remember correctly, American passports are valid for ten years," I said. "You're good."

"Why are you curious about me having a passport?" Bella asked.

"Because, I'd love to show you Gevalia," I smiled against her curls. "Does your dad have a passport?"

"I don't know if he can travel," Bella shrugged.

"With a private plane, he'll be fine," I chuckled. We stayed in the tub and got out when we were sufficiently wrinkled. I got dressed while Bella blew dry her hair. I went into her room and got her clothing. As I was walking to her bedroom, I saw Jake. He waggled his brows with a knowing smirk. I gave him the finger, ducking into her room and picking out a pair of jeans, a sweater and some lacy underthings. Walking back to my bedroom, Jake motioned me to the kitchen. "What is it?"

"The consulate called while you were … um, yeah," he chuckled. "Your mother needs to talk to you. There's a secured video link set up in at the consulate in an hour."

"Damn it," I sneered. "Okay. Let me give these to Bella and then we can go." I started to walk away but stopped. "After you drop me off, you take care of Bella. If she wants to go back to Brooklyn, spend time with her father, you take her. Okay?"

"You got it, your princeliship," Jake quipped, saluting me.

"Asshole," I laughed. I brought Bella her clothes and explained to her what Jake had told me. She dialed up her father and they made plans to meet up at Linda's studio, having a late lunch before Alice came home from school. Bella did not want to see her sister. I honestly didn't blame her, nor did I push it. With a loving kiss, Jake drove me to the consulate and I went up to the attaché's office.

"The line is secure, your highness," said the attaché. "Your mother is expecting you."

"Thank you," I nodded, sitting down at the computer. "If I can get the room?"

"Of course, your highness," he replied, bowing and made his way out.

I typed in my password and logged into the videoconferencing program. My mother's face filled the screen. "Mother, back up a bit. I'm seeing your nasal hair," I teased.

"I hate this blasted thing," she scoffed, moving back. "Better?"

"Marginally," I snickered. "How are you, Mother?"

"Better now that I've actually spoken to you. I've been getting updates from the consulate, but I would have thought that my child, the Prince of Gevalia, the next in line for the throne, would call me," she said, arching a brow.

"My apologies, Mother," I said, pressing my hand to my chest. "How's Emmett?"

"He's doing well," she answered. "He's finally able to make some headway with his recovery. He still won't see me, but your father has made several trips to the clinic."

"Can he accept phone calls?"

"Not yet. And from what I understand, he still doesn't want to speak to you," she sighed. "He did say that he's grateful for you finding him and sending him home. However, he's embarrassed by what he's done and pissed off that you treated him like a child."

"He was acting like a child," I explained. "Now, why was I summoned so insistently? I wasn't due to come to call you until this afternoon."

"I have plans when you were due to call, Edward," she chided. "They couldn't be avoided. I apologize."

"It's okay. I just had plans myself … with someone …" I trailed off.

"Jacob? He's invaluable to you, Edward. You should convince him to work with you full time," Mother said, a smile gracing her features.

"Not Jacob, Mother. I've met someone," I whispered.

"Is she a royal? Socialite?" she asked, her nose wrinkled. "It better not be one of those Kardashian girls. They are whores."

"No, of course not. I've met the most beautiful woman in the world, with the largest heart and I love her," I said.

"You love her?" Her eyes were wide and her lips were pursed. "Is it the girl from the benefit? The woman with dark hair and impeccable taste in dresses?"

"I wasn't sure if you saw that photo," I breathed. "Impeccable taste?"

"Tell me about her, Edward," she said, arching a brow. "What's her name?"

"Her name is Isabella Swan and she runs a bakery in Brooklyn," I replied. "However, she went to university to become a high school teacher, but she moved home when her father was diagnosed with Parkinson's disease."

"Is she Gevalian?" she asked.

"Her grandfather immigrated from Gevalia. So, yes," I sighed, scrubbing my face. "And no, she's never been married."

"Virgin?"

"Mother!" I growled. "I'm going to hang up. Your hypocrite is showing." She pursed her lips. "Mom, I love this girl. I want a future with her. She's everything I ever wanted in a woman. I'm not going to lose her because of you."

"Nor do I expect you to," Mother nodded, her features softening. "I want to meet her. I want to meet her family. I'm not happy that you're dating a commoner, but if she makes you happy …"

"I've never been happier, Mom," I whispered. "There is one fly in our ointment."

"What's that?"

"Bella's sister," I grumbled. "Jacob is working on that, but she's a bitch."

"Edward," she chided. "Don't speak about a girl that way."

"There's no other way to describe her," I sighed.

"Well, I still want to meet her," she said. "You can come back to Gevalia for the holidays, spending time with your family and hers. Bring your Isabella, her father and the sister."

"You want to meet them," I said.

"I want to see if this Isabella is worthy of my oldest son," she murmured. "Edward, I know we don't get along well. We both have strong personalities, but it's because we're both leaders. Regardless of our personality clashes, I love you, Edward. I'm proud of you and I want to make sure that Isabella is worthy of my baby boy." Her face was soft and she was looking down at the desk.

"Mom," I breathed. "I love you, too."

She blinked up and her royal persona was back in place. "Good. I'll make arrangements with the jet for you, Isabella and her family. You'll depart on December twentieth and return after the new year. And, Edward?"

"Yes, Mother."

"Call me more often, please?" she said.

"I will. I promise."

A/N: So, the Queen knows about Bella and she wants to make sure that she's good enough for her child. Anyhow, next chapter will be Bella, her spending time with Charlie, Linda and Alice …

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