Note: I was going to wait to post this chapter because I needed my helper to check spelling and grammar. However, I know she has been having computer problems and I'm not sure when she will be back online. So, I'm posting this chapter now and I probably will end up fixing or adding a thing or two after I hear back from her.

EPOV

I looked down at Bella's perky breast; her nipples were pink and hard with arousal and her chest was heaving from her pants. Her hair was a wild mess, spread out around her shoulders, covering parts of the couch. Her cheeks were flushed with color. I could smell Bella's sweet scent from where I was sitting. Even in her condition, with her arousal thick in the air and with drops of sweat lying on her forehead and in between her breasts, she still smelt like lavender and roses to me.

It was incredible, after everything that had happened to me, from dealing with the girl at the gym to Victoria and after everything that I had just experienced with Bella sexually, my body still reacted to her. I still wanted her.

I lay my head on Bella's bare chest listening to her fast heart rate, waiting for her body to calm down from its high. I closed my eyes as I took in the sound of her beating heart. The loud pounding gradually turned to light thumps against my ear.

The feel of Bella's warm body underneath mine and the humming lullaby of her heart had me at the brink of sleep. It wasn't till I felt Bella's hand run through my brown locks that I awoke from my trance like state. I lifted my head off her chest and turned to give her my full attention.

I was never one for experimenting sexually. I always had strong views on what I liked and did not like sexually, what I was willing to try and not willing to try. However, after seeing Bella's reaction to me giving her oral, my views changed quite a bit.

I was still not a fan of oral, it wasn't a pretty experience. I liked pussy just as much as the next guy but to sit there with your head between someone's legs, that's about as up close and personal as you can get. The taste of cum is not pleasant; the feel of wet, scratchy hair in your mouth it is not pleasant either.

Nonetheless, to hear those cries and whimpers of pleasure come from Bella's lips, to feel her demanding hands in my hair, urging me on and seeing her come undone in front of me, knowing I did that to her with just my mouth was very satisfying. I swear I came close to cumming again, myself, with just the feel of Bella's muscles clenching down on my tongue, squeezing it with need.

As for my first blowjob, it was good. I mean, Bella was not an expert, which showed but I got off just the same. It's not something I would want again though. I preferred Bella's mouth on my own and I think she would agree with me on that. At least, I would hope she preferred my lips on hers rather than on her pussy.

I watched Bella in silence as she brought my bandaged hand up to her view, holding it gently so not cause any pain. I could see the seriousness and sadness covering her face. Play time was officially over and it was back to reality.

"Please, tell me about this, about last night. What happened?" She asked.

I frowned. This was not something I wanted to talk about, especially with Bella. I didn't want her to feel she had to worry about me. It wasn't her problem, I wasn't her problem. Bella wanted to be my friend, she wanted to be there for me, I could see that, but I couldn't allow that. I would not make a good friend. I wouldn't even know where to start. I'm not great with opening up; it has been one big struggle for me just to get this far.

I had plenty of chances to open up and share with Bella and I blew them all and now it was too late. I couldn't be Bella's friend even if I wanted to. Jane had made it perfectly clear if I quit I couldn't see Bella anymore.

It might sound selfish but at the moment when Jane said those words, I didn't care. I didn't care if I couldn't see Bella anymore, because all I could think about at the moment was being free of these chains I put myself into two years ago. As much as I craved Bella's company, I craved freedom more. It seemed fair at the time. Now, I'm not so sure how I will be able to go on without knowing Bella.

I didn't want to frighten Bella with the details but I wanted her to know the basics, that I was on my way to improving, that I would be okay and I wanted to know she would be okay in return.

I met her eyes as I began to speak.

"I don't want to scare you but I've been through a lot of shit with my job leaving a lot of emotional scars and what not. There were women who touched me when I didn't want to be touched and where I didn't want to be touched. I've dealt with my fair share of rude, greedy women, who liked to treat men like sex toys instead of people, but it's expected, it comes with the job."

Bella cringed at my words; I could see the pity in her eyes. She lightly rubbed my hand that was in hers, trying to give me some comfort as well as silently encouraging me to go on. I looked down at the ground, unable to take Bella's hurt expression. I couldn't look at her if I was going to continue.

"Last night, I reached my limit. I couldn't take it anymore. I thought I was strong enough to take it, to keep that smile plastered to my face and play the act I do so well, but I couldn't. I felt it, I felt the pain, I felt the humiliation and I felt the emptiness that my life has become."

I looked back to find Bella was on the verge on tears. I took a deep breath, to keep my own tears at bay as well.

"It doesn't matter though because I quit." I stated, hoping to lift Bella's mood.

BPOV

Edward's story was so heartbreaking. It took all my strength not to bawl my eyes out in front of him. He had been through so much in his young life. I could only imagine what it must have been like for him to move from one cruel woman to the next, wanting something he was never able to achieve, acceptance, being respected as a person. He secretly wanted love but all he ever received was pain and rejection. No wonder he was so closed off, he was afraid to willingly open up on the off chance he got hurt.

I couldn't believe my ears when Edward announced he quit his job. It was the best thing I had heard in a long time. I had to stop myself from squealing out with joy. I wanted Edward to quit his job since the day I saw the effects it had on him. The day he screamed in my face calling himself a whore. It stilled hurt to think back to that memory. His pain and frustration was written all over his face. I knew then he was not proud of whom he was or what he was doing, he was not blind to the effects of his job. He just hid his emotions well.

I couldn't hold back at the wonderful news. I sprang up from my spot and gave Edward a hug. I was glad he was done with his awful job. Edward could finally be able to live a normal, warm life, filled with friendship and love and get all the respect he deserved.

"Edward that's great!" I exclaimed happily, giving his waist a light squeeze.

I felt his hands slowly pull my arms from his body. Edward moved back from me, leaving room between us. I was still fully nude and starting to feel cold. I looked over Edward's face over; he wasn't the happy, relieved guy I thought I would see. He still looked very much troubled. I started to worry again.

Is there something he's not telling me?

"What's wrong?" I asked concerned.

Edward's gaze dropped from mine, meeting the floor.

"I can't see you anymore Bella."

"What?" I gasped.

My whole world was tumbling down, my heart was breaking.

How can he say that?

How can he believe such a thing?

Has our time together meant nothing to him?

Does he still consider me a client?

Edward's eyes met my hurt ones as he began to explain.

"The rules state if an escort quits, they can no longer socialize with any clientele."

I scrunched my face up in confusion. I didn't understand what there was to worry about; the rules didn't apply to me anymore.

"Edward, I'm not your client anymore remember? I fired you. So, technically, that doesn't apply to me." I claimed.

"Well, you may not be my client anymore but you're still a client of the agency."

"What?"

"Bella they have your information keyed into a computer, if Jane wanted to she could find out where you lived." Edward stated.

Who the hell is Jane?

"Jane?"

"My boss, soon to be my ex-boss." Edward answered.

One woman is going to stop me from seeing Edward?

What the hell makes her so powerful?

"Edward this is silly. You actually think she would hurt me?"

I was expecting an argument towards my ridiculous question or a laugh at the crazy thought. Something to break the uncomfortable tension that now filled the air around us. I gulped nervously when I didn't get the response I was hoping for.

"I don't know, I never heard of her doing such things but I wouldn't want to risk you getting hurt either." He announced.

My eyes began to water. We have come so close, so close to getting back on track, close to making whatever we had work, and Edward was just going to give it up because he was scared of one woman's threats.

"So that's it, just like that, you're going to give up? Let her win?" I argued.

"Bella this isn't a game. This is your life we're talking about." Edward said raising his voice a little.

"Wait, my fathers a cop. I'm sure he can help." I voiced hopeful.

"Bella, your father won't want anything to do with me. I worked with Jane after all."

"That's not true." I protested.

"Bella, don't waste your time. I'm not wor…" Edward started to object but I quickly cut him off.

"Stop, okay, just stop. I don't want to hear you degrade yourself anymore. Edward you are someone, someone important and I… I love you."

"Bella, you can't. You've only known me what? A little over a month, it's impossible. You have no one to compare me too. You don't know what love is." He lectured.

"Don't belittle my feelings, I know what I feel. Okay, maybe I'm not one hundred percent sure it's love but that's alright, because whatever it is that I feel for you, it's enough for me. I don't have to know if it's truly love or not. I love almost everything about you, your personality, your body and the way you make me feel."

"Bella." Edward warned.

"Just because you're not ready to hear those words doesn't make them any less true."

"Bella, I don't love you. I can't, it's not in me to totally give myself to someone." He stressed.

"That's fine Edward, I'm not asking you to say it back or even feel the same. I just wanted you to know how I feel."

A pained look came across his face.

"Bella..."

"Make love to me."

Edward's eyes widen in shock.

"What?"

I didn't care about being safe anymore. I wanted to feel loved even if Edward wasn't willingly to give himself completely to me; maybe if I pretend the feeling was mutual it would be enough for me.

"You don't have to truly mean it. I just want to know what it feels like, just once."

"I never, Bella, I don't know how." Edward confessed, looking timid and out of place.

"Just pretend you love me, that you can't stand not to touch me, that you crave me. Touch me how you want, where you want. I don't care; I just want to feel you." I voiced weakly.

I waited on edge, my heart racing in fear of rejection. I was soon rewarded with Edward lips on mine.

I moaned in the kiss, loving the way his mouth felt against mine. I felt so much love in his kisses, his caresses, if only he could voice what his body already told me.

His lips went from my mouth to my neck, giving light nibbles and small kisses. His soft hands touched my breast making them aroused once again before traveling to his pants unzipping them and pushing them off his sculpted body for the second time of the day, his boxers followed suit.

I waited nervously as he positioned himself. He grabbed my left leg hooking it around his waist before leaning over my body. Edward sweetly, caressed my cheek before capturing my lips in another heated kiss. I gripped on to his back as he began to move in me. It was quiet between us; just the sound of our pants and moans escapes our lips. Sweat covered our bodies and we kept eye contact, only breaking it when the emotion was too much and we had to squeeze our eyes shut in pleasure. It was simple, gentle, and beautiful. It was everything I thought that making love should be. I came harder than I ever had before.

"Bella, oh god. I'm so sorry." Edward finally said.

I smiled up at him thinking I was finally going to hear the three words I had been waiting to hear. The three words that could make everything better.

"Bella, I forgot to use a condom." His eyes widened in panic.

The statement was enough to take my sex high away.

"What?"

"Come on, you have to douche right now?" Edward said grabbing my arm, pulling me off the sofa, taking me to the bathroom.

This is not the romance I was hoping for.

Great, now I could be loveless and with a baby.

Could it get any worse?

I don't want to know.

"Please tell me you're on the pill." Edward pleaded, clearly panicked as he searched through my bathroom cabinet to verify his question.

"Yes, I'm on the pill." I answered from the shower, feeling like utter crap.

It was pretty obvious the most important, meaningful thing I told Edward meant absolutely nothing to him and that hurt more than the idea of getting pregnant.

"Edward, maybe you should go." I voiced from behind the shower curtain.

I couldn't face him, I didn't want to.

"I'm sorry Bella, I told you not to get attached."

Now I was pissed. Edward was telling me who to love and not to love.

Doesn't he know I had no choice in the matter?

"Goodbye Edward."

"Bye Bella."

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