Thanks so much for the kind words, so glad you all are digging the story. A guest reviewer asked last week who Lily was, since it was a guest I couldn't answer her directly. This story was originally written as a stand alone fiction story, because I had sworn off of Twilight fanfiction. But the more I wrote the more I realized that it was Edward and Bella so I should just give it up and make it what the story belonged to be in the first place. I set about editing it and setting it to rights. Lily was the name I gave Esme's character and just missed it in editing it back to Twilight. With that said, here is Chapter 3 for your reading pleasure...

Chapter 3 Bella- I Don't Know About You

"What's your name? What's your sign? What's your birthday? What's your wrist tattoo Bible verse say? Tell me this, do you kiss on the first date? Don't hold anything back?" I Don't Know About You- Chris Lane

Esme's sick of me apologizing, so she sends me down to the club to eat. She wants a quiet night to soak in a cold bath and order room service. I don't want to leave her but she's just pissed enough that I'm slightly afraid of her, so I reluctantly go.

I'm sitting in the same booth as last night, just in case. Several guys have stopped by but politely left when I made it clear I wasn't interested. Except the two who are here currently. They are the first two who stopped by the table last night. Still just as greased up as last night but tonight they have on these huge gold chains and have their shirts unbuttoned too far to be appropriate with a fro of chest hair showing.

"Listen, last night you said you were waiting for your guys. But no guys showed up. We watched you all night, you left alone." I'm slightly alarmed by his admission and by his slight Russian accent. The vibes he puts out says he's the kind that will chop you up in pieces in the back of his father's butcher shop and smoke a Marlboro while doing so.

I sputter and search for a way to get out of this conversation and club, when my salvation saunters right in the door. I stand before I realize what I'm doing and make my way to Edward.

"You know you have some nerve making me wait here all this time by myself." I say a little too loudly, and glance over my shoulder at my Russian stalkers. "You're going to have to work hard to make this up to me." I throw my arms around his waist and lean in close to him. He wraps me up without any hesitation as he responds.

"Baby, I'll spend the rest of my life working to make you happy." My mouth falls open and he leans down to kiss my cheek, while slipping his index finger up to close my mouth. "How are they going to buy our ruse if you stand here like a fish with your mouth flopping open in shock?" He lays a kiss to my cheek and asks loudly. "Did you enjoy your 'girl time'?"

"Yes, it was wonderful, but I'm glad you're here with me now. Let's eat." I glance over my shoulder and Stefan and Vlad are gone. I let Edward go and step away.

"Oh, I see how it is. When you need me, you show the love, when you're in the clear, no love." He throws a hand up to his chest over his heart and clutches it. "I'm hurt, so hurt."

I laugh and slap his hand away. "Stop it, I get it. I'm sorry, I was slightly afraid of them though, they admitted to watching Esme and I all night last night. I saw my chance and took it. Seriously, thank you for playing along. I can't thank you enough." I lay my hand on his bare arm and squeeze it.

"It's my pleasure. Now let's get dinner like you promised me." I laugh but there's no way I'd say no to him, I really was afraid and he saved me without hesitation, I at least owe him dinner.

"Where's your sidekicks tonight?" He leads me to a booth further in the back where the light is darker. His warm hand that rests gently on my low back is burning a hole through my sundress.

"Emmett's found a cocktail waitress who plays Fortnight, and she was off tonight so they are holed up in his cabana playing PS3, and Carlisle felt like a quiet night in. Yours?"

I blush. "Well, we walked all over today and she got a pretty good sunburn so she's soaking in the tub and ordering in tonight." I leave out the Carlisle part, maybe I can get the info later without giving Esme up.

We both order drinks, and seafood before Edward begins a conversation. When he totally ignores the waitresses who almost broke her eyes while eye fucking him. I know that no matter who else shows up on this island, Edward is the one for me. He's sexy, he's charming, and he is not a player who takes the chance to look at any female walking within 10 miles.

"So, looks like Esme and Carlisle had a moment there last night." His long fingers grip the glass in a way that turns me on just by watching them.

"Uh, Yeah. It was so fun watching Esme become speechless, she's never like that. Carlisle looked pretty captivated too, I mean not that I know him well, but still." Edward is a eye contact guy, his deep green eyes suck you in. It's like he's trying to look into my soul, to figure me out. He does more than a casual observation with his eyes, he seems to read deeply and understand things you want to keep hidden.

"What's her story?" He asks, he holds his beer loosely in his right hand, it wraps around the glass. All of his actions seem relaxed and assured. He's clearly a man who is comfortable with himself.

"Oh, no that's for her and Carlisle to work out, I'm not getting in the middle of that. Besides, she's my girl, you think I'm going to just roll over and giver her up so you can run back to Carlisle and give him all the info?" I lift my eyebrow into my signature doubtful pose, my 'Bitch Brow' Esme calls it. "This ain't middle school, Edward, he's gonna have to work for it." He tosses his head back as he chuckles.

"Hey, you can't blame me, Carlisle's my boy, I'm just looking out." A smile crosses his face and he tilts his chin towards me. "He's been through some rough stuff this year, I'm just giving him all the help I can." He raises his glass up and salutes me. I lift mine and clink his.

"How about we just let them work it out, Esme knows what she wants and usually goes after it, she's transparent. No hidden agenda." Edward does a cute half frown, half eyebrow shrug, the classic sign of 'duly noted'. So apparently we are playing this like middle school.

"Good to know." He pauses, hesitant almost. "What about you, what's your story?"

"What's your last name?" I ask. He looks confused but offers it up.

"Masen." It suits him.

"Edward Masen, you hitting on me?" Please, dear God, let him say yes, I internally beg.

"Well, I mean, we are eating dinner together so I figured there needs to be talking and getting to know each other, I'm not some Jezebel that just eats with anybody and everybody. I need a connection, my momma raised me right." His southern accent is going to be the death of me for sure, that and his gorgeous green eyes.

I lay my head back and just howl with laughter. My humor is usually too far left of center for most folks, so it absolutely refreshing when someone not only gets my humor but then can give it back as well.

"Well, Okay, I'm from Vancouver. I just completed classes a few months ago from Simon Fraser. I got my degree in Humanities. I'm a public relations manager for a Children's Charity." He seems to be hanging on my every word. He doesn't fidget at all, he sits forward in his chair, taking in all I'm offering. I've never felt so special. "I've worked as an intern for four years and they hired me when I graduated. So, Esme and I are here to celebrate one last time before it's finally time be a full fledged adult." I hesitate telling him about my dad, for once I just want to be Bella, not poor little Bella who's dad died. We'll see how this goes, maybe when I know him better. For now I'm Celebration Bella, like a special edition Barbie but with a few more curves and far less cool accessories. "Okay, Masen, your turn." I wave my hand in a small sideways circle indicating it's his turn to talk.

"What to tell, hmmm." Our waitress brings our refills I never even saw him ask for, maybe she just wanted a little more face time with him. "I'm the youngest of three kids, I'm from Marietta, Georgia. I went to Georgia Tech, I studied Organizational Behavior and Management. Carlisle, Emmett, and I are also here for vacation." He smiles and does my hand wave back at me. "Your turn, again. What's your name, what's your sign, what's your birthday, what's your wrist tattoo Bible verse say?"

"Uhm, What?" I scratch my head, my forehead all scrunched up. He laughs this deep throaty chuckle.

"It's a song, I thought it applied here so I used the lyrics." I have a feeling that if Edward keeps looking deep into my eyes and smiling like he is, I'll tell him a whole lot more than those four little questions. I'll spill my guts of everything I know for him.

"Okay, I'm Isabella Marie Swan, born on September 13, 1994. And I don't have a wrist Bible verse tattoo but if I did, I'd use Isaiah 41:13, 'For I am the Lord, your God, who holds your right hand, who says Do not fear, I will help you.' I do have a tattoo on my spine. It's a lotus flower that says 'if not for love then why'?" His eyebrows raise, most guys are tempted to want to see them when you admit you have a tattoo. Apparently, Edward is 'most guys'. I wave my hand at him.

"Edward Anthony Masen," He looks a little thrilled to be sharing the info. "I was born on June 20, 1994, so I'm older than you. I'm the youngest child, my only life goal is to be older and above someone in the pecking order, just go with it." He ignores my eye roll. "No tattoos but if I did I'd use Psalms 28:7 'The Lord is my strength and shield; my heart trusts him, and he helps me.'." My heart melts a little, I love a man who is confident in himself and his faith. Edward seems to be both. "Favorite food, drink, and biggest influence, and go." Cue the hand wave.

"Anything seafood, I literally could eat seafood every single day and not be sad. Drink is Cherry Coke, and my biggest influence was my dad." I realize my slip by using past tense but Edward moves on past it when I wave my hand at him.

"Easy, my dad grills the best steaks and my momma makes creamed corn, fried okra, and biscuits. By far the best meal I've ever put in my mouth. I don't drink it often but Cheerwine is my favorite. My dad and mom are probably tied for my biggest influence." He takes a drink of his beer and stares off into space for a few seconds. "Okay, favorite song, favorite tv show, and favorite movie." Hand waves.

"Song is Don't Take The Girl by Tim McGraw, my daddy loved country music and he'd sing that to me when it came on." I fought back a few tears, I hadn't thought of that memory in a while. I pretend to be thinking about my other choices. "TV show is almost any reality show, I love the dichotomy of people being themselves without a filter, but trying to look 'nice' on TV. And movie would be a tie between The Notebook and Dodgeball." I smile, I know he's going to love that pairing.

His head tilts back and he lets out another deep laugh, I find myself staring at his adam's apple, wanting to lick it. Everything about this man is strong and sexy.

We continue on asking random tidbits about each other until our food is gone and we have both waved off the waitress who is trying to brink us round four or five of our drinks. I swear our table has had more attention from her than her other tables combined...all week. She is definitely warm for Edward's form.

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