Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: Another chapter of Porn Star for you all! Enjoy! All good things must come to an end eventually and soon this part of Bella's story will, so I'd like to know what YOU want to read next, the prequel or sequel, so review and let me know!

The cab ride back to the hotel was awkward. I tried to look forward to being alone with Edward a little more but Eric kept mumbling to himself, trying to figure out a way to make thing right.

"We still have three days until we fly back..." He'd mutter.

My friend never looked at me the entire time. He'd rummage through his 'man bag' and read over and over the contracts.

"It can't be done, it can't be done," He shook his head to himself.

My guilt was setting up camp quickly. I hid my face in Edward's shoulder, he gently squeezed me against him and kissed my forehead.

"Everything will work out, somehow," He tried to assure.

Eric scoffed.

"It will work out will it? I'd love to see you explain how, Prince Charming, because right now I can't find a loophole without both Bella and me losing a lot of money,"

"It's just money," Edward shrugged.

"Her reputation will be ruined," Eric used a tone to make himself abundantly clear, I suppose there's nothing like being honest.

I didn't say anything at all, it seemed like the more sensible option.

The cab pulled up at the hotel, Eric got out of the cab with attitude.

"You can pay, Eddie boy, I need all the cash I can get after this cock up," He sneered.

Edward paid and we crawled out of the cab. Edward's arm only left my waist for a few seconds. I knew Eric was paying sharp attention to our little displays of affection.

"I hope he's worth it, Bella Boo, and I hope you know what you're doing,"

We looked at each other sadly. Again, I couldn't reply...

I had no idea what I was doing.

"I never thought Bella Swan would let the real world get to her, I thought you were invincible and totally career minded, B. If I can sort this mess out with Marcus, you owe me many drinks in New York,"

Eric needed to get drunk. I could use a martini.

Eric strutted through the doors and disappeared out of sight in the hotel lobby. I sighed watching through the glass window and my shoulder sagged.

"Bella, don't beat yourself up over this, I told you, I can have my lawyer sort this. It'll be okay," He slid his arm away from my waist and tried to lock our fingers. I pulled away, shaking my arm away from his.

"You're just happy you got out of fucking on camera. Well congratulations, if you set out to get the girl and ruin her career in the process, you did it,"

I performed my own storming act, walking into the hotel and straight over to the elevator. I could hear Edward's shoes tapping on the tiled floor behind me. The elevator door opened and he gently pushed me in and pressed the button for our floor before pinning my back against the far wall.

"You think that's what I set out to do?"

I stared up at Edward, he was staring at me with passion in his eyes. I felt deflated. Screaming in the restaurant seemed like a good idea at the time, it kind of still did. The thought of having Emmett or Jasper touch me made my skin crawl.

"Maybe... You came to find me, remember?" I reminded him.

"Yes, I did," He confirmed, "But I never expected you to be so beautiful, I never expected to feel this explosion inside of me whenever I touch you, I never expected to feel the way I do whenever I..."

Edward's lips crushed to mine instantly, we molded together in a single, passionate kiss. I was on fire. I just started to actually respond to him when the quietest grunt escaped him, his hands finding my waist and gripping my body tightly. My legs turned to jello, any sound to come from his lips was my favourite. I swept my tongue along his lower lip when he broke apart from me, burying a hand in his dirty blonde hair and tugging in frustration.

"I can't regret what I've done with you, Bella, so don't ask me to,"

"I...I'm not," I stammered, struggling to find my thoughts. I was staring at his lips, momentarily forgetting about all of my problems.

"I'm actually really relieved I didn't have to go through all of that Bella, after the first time I kissed you, the thought of my brother's hands..." He shuddered. I chuckled.

The elevator pinged for our floor. Edward took my hand and escorted me out. We stood in the hall, the lighting was dark against the red walls. Edward touched a palm to my cheek, using the pad of his thumb to caress my skin.

"You're worth so much more than this excuse of a career, you're beautiful, you're intelligent, you could do anything you wanted, but yet you ended up here,"

I could imagine Edward's speech to be similar to that of my father's if he ever found out what I'd spent the last few years doing. I'd grown up wanting to be a teacher or something. Deep down, I knew I'd rather be admired for my career than drooled over. But porn was all I'd ever known.

"Bella, you're everything," Edward whispered, tilting my chin so our eyes met. I could feel mine watering, a tear rolling down my cheek onto Edward's hand.

"I don't know how to be anything else," I tried to defend, "I don't know how to do other jobs, I don't know how to not be a party girl, I don't even know how to be the type of girl someone could date," I started to cry freely.

Too much emotion in one day. I was a fuck-up. I couldn't use a messed up adolecence as an excuse either.

I had a sneaking suspicion that Edward probably blamed Eric for my lifestyle.

Edward bent down and hooked his arm under my knees, picking me up into a bridal hold.

"We have three days together, it's time to stop worrying and enjoy the time, you'll find your path," He smiled warmly at me and kissed a tear coated cheek, carrying me down the hall.

-BS-

I must have fallen asleep, exhausted with emotion in Edward's arms. I felt the vibrating buzz of my phone on the nightstand. The room was dark but I could feel Edward's weight beside me in bed. I wriggled away from Edward's sleeping body and reached for my phone.

Eight messages.

Mostly from Eric.

We're screwed!

Eric

Another one.

The sex better be worth it.

Eric

One where Eric was now well and truly drunk.

If he's that good, give me a ride on him!

His duck is obviously worth it ;)

Eqic

Edward's little speech made me realise, not only was I worth more than a dirty career, but so was Eric. I hadn't even thought about my lonely friend Eric, in the room next door nursing his broken heart. It was truly saddening.

My phone buzzed once more, it was loud on the wooden nightstand. I grabbed it frantically.

It was Marcus.

My stomach flipped.

I know how you can fix this.

Until next time

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