FIRST OF ALL, I WANNA THANK EVERYONE FOR THE SWEET WORDS AND CONSTRUCTIVE CRITICISM! YOU GUYS ARE GREAT!

Now time to answer everyone's questions:

What happened between Bella and Edward in the last chapter was indeed a dream.

Yes, I know how I want everything in this story to go. I have the plot planned down to the last detail. I just haven't written most of the chapters yet lol.


During the present...

Rosalie's POV

I looked over myself in the mirror. I definitely made the right choice with this red bodycon dress with a black lace back. I told myself while glancing at my back and ass in the red fabric of the dress stopped just above my ass as the black lace ran patterns all across my back. The dress had sheer black long sleeves and stopped mid thigh. I wore black platform peep toe pumps. I styled my hair in a low side ponytail with a middle part and the ends of my hair curled. I went with my usual dramatic eye makeup and cherry red lipstick.

I checked the time on my cell phone, 9:57pm. Emmett's going to be here any minute now. Remember Rose, don't let him get in your head, being attracted to him doesn't mean anything, ignore your feelings for him and they'll go away...eventually.

The doorbell pulled me out of my thoughts and I looked at my cell, 10pm. I slowly walked to the door and opened it.

I laid eyes on him and he looked so damn dashing. He was holding a gift in his hands, a flat square box with shiny red wrapping paper with a red ribbon.

My eyes were locked with his and after a few moments of time stopping, our mouths were in a battle for dominance. He backed me against the wall while my arms were around his neck and his hands on my hips. Even with him leaning into me and my five inch heels I still struggled to reach his lips properly.

I haven't had a good fuck in a little while and he just might do. I looked him over again, he'll definitely do.

Emmett picked me up and I wrapped my legs around him as he trailed hungry kisses down my neck to my breasts. He had one hand under my ass while lifting the back of my dress with the other.

"What about Nadette?" I asked between frenetic kisses.

"Fuck Nadette."

"Are you sure?"

"I don't have time to deal with selfish, insecure bitches." He said frankly while trying to pull my underwear down.

I started to unbutton his shirt when I realized the front door was open and we could be giving only heaven knows who a show so I broke the kiss.

"Is the present for me?" I asked while gesturing to the present now on the floor and trying to untangle myself from him.

He took the hint and set me down. I adjusted my clothes.

"Yes, it is."

He picked it up and handed it to me.

I opened it and took notice of how it sparkled in the moonlight coming through my window.

It was gorgeous and elegant, I didn't know how to react to it.

"Where did you park?"

Emmett laughed at my question.

"Don't worry, I parked down the street." He told me while taking the necklace out of the box and putting it around my neck. I moved my hair out of the way for him.

"Thank you."

"You're welcome."

"It's expensive." I told him in an accusing tone.

"Don't worry, I don't expect anything in return. I can get that all on my own, without any gifts." He whispered in my ear. "And I almost got it a moment ago."

His words made me warm and wet.

"Do I need to have this checked for microscopic listening devices?" I asked jokingly while running my fingers over the platinum necklace. Diamonds ran along the necklace while a large emerald-cut emerald pendant hanging from it.

"I want you to wear it everyday, never take it off, wear it in the shower and think of me. When you're wearing it in court, I want you to think of how I almost fucked you against the wall in your living room."

I was speechless and so turned on.

"Shall we go?" He asked while extending his arm.

Shit, what did I get myself into tonight. Stay calm and don't fuck the enemy, Rose. You're the most strong, successful and confident woman you know and you're definitely not an easy fuck.

I took Emmett's arm, locking the door behind me.

"Lead the way." I told him.


After driving for what seemed like forever Emmett and I arrived at a bridge. He took my hand and we crossed it, I realized we were heading for a skyscraper near the sea.

We entered through the tinted glass doors and there was only an elevator inside. It seemed as if we'd never arrive at the top floor.

When the elevator finally stopped and the doors opened I was greeted with cool ocean breeze. Soft music hummed in the air and there was an abundance of candles and flowers. A small table already dressed with candles and dinnerware and candles sat in the middle of everything.

I noticed the music was coming from two men, one was playing a piano and the other a cello. They were positioned over in the corner.

Emmett led me to the table and pulled out a chair for me. He excused him because he had to take a call. My mind drifted to everything else.

Marcel hasn't gotten back to me yet, he keeps saying he needs more time. I sighed as I looked out at the sea, the water was the color of midnight and it was quite rough. It's probably restless like me, I NEED a release but I need to probe Emmett for information. Getting him to talk won't be easy, if he tells me anything at all.

The stars seemed so close, like I could just reach up and touch them. Every aspect of this place screams romance. I'm more of a use men and discard them type, romance isn't my forte.

"Sorry about that, the call was longer than I expect it to be."

"It's fine, you're a very busy and successful lawyer. That must be stressful."

"I never mentioned if it was business or pleasure."

Emmett's a great lawyer alright.

"Was it business or pleasure?"

"Business."

"What was the conversation about?" I asked while rubbing my bare foot along his leg."

"Ms. Smith, if I didn't know any better I'd say you were trying to seduce me into revealing confidential information." He said playfully.

"Me? I would never do such a thing." I told him while I trailed a foot up to his thigh. Thank heaven for long table clothes.

He grabbed my foot in his hand and I squeaked.

"I'm happy to hear that, because I can't give you any information." He told me with a taunting grin.

"That's too bad, I came hoping we could help each other out." I took out Isabella's case file and set it on the table. He and I are going to discuss this thoroughly and afterward I'll make up my mind about what I'm going to do. I refuse to be blindsided and made a fool of by anyone.

"Why am I not surprised?" He said with a smile.

"Come on Emmett, we both know we can't use any info we get from each other. Might as well put most of our cards on the table."

"Most?"

"Yes, you don't have to tell me your secret, full-proof strategy but you can tell me everything else."

He paused and thought for a second then smirked at me.

"Edward didn't rape what's her face."

"Isabella."

"Right, Isabella."

"You keep saying that but you're not giving me much to go on." I said while looking over the menu which was written in Italian. Hmm, $90 for rack of lamb...

"Edward told me he got rough with her and she wanted him to. Come on, the girl is plain. Why would anyone be interested in her?"

"Masters sure was."

"That's the biggest mystery in this whole messed up situation. I still don't know what the hell attracted him to her, she's nothing like the delectable creature sitting before me." He said charmingly.

"Come on, she's pretty."

"Pretty plain."

"So you think she's doing it out of spite because he wasn't interested afterwards or to get money from him after he's convicted or both?"

"After he's convicted?" He inquired with a raised brow.

"Well, you are up against prosecutor Rosalie Smith." I told him confidently.

"Yes, yes I am. I'm not going to lie, with your history you have every reason to be so cocky. And to answer your question, I have no idea why Isabella is accusing him of assaulting her but I do have countless theories. "

"You're keeping something from me."

He sighed then reluctantly started to speak.

"I am. I can't tell you what it is, it could seal the deal for you and get my client convicted."

"Sounds like he's guilty to me." I told him.

"He's not. It's just one of those things that can be taken out of context and made to seem that way."

"Can I get a hint?"

"No. Are you ready to order?" He asked.

"Do you believe he's innocent just because he said he didn't do it or does the facts just line up for you? And yes, I'm ready to order."

"I believe Edward is innocent because I've known him my whole life and he's not going to force anyone to have sex with him, it's not in his nature and he doesn't need to, especially knowing all of the bad publicity it could cause." Emmett told me while signaling the two waiters standing by.

"Maybe Bella bruised his ego." I suggested.

"Avrò il carré di agnello con olive e scalogno, anatra con radicchio e caviale Sevruga, Wagyu bistecca di manzo con patate conditi con burro nocciola, e un piatto di gamberi e aragoste fettuccine. Anche tre bottiglie del vostro vino più costoso per favore. " I told the waiter and noticed Emmett was smirking.

"Edward finds lots of different ways to get back at people, sexual assault isn't one and I doubt she would have even been worth his time or plotting. When Edward comes after you, he lets you know and he doesn't deny it. He's just that kind of man."

I pondered Emmett's words while he ordered.

"Three bottles of wine? You won't be any fun later if you're intoxicated." He said when the waiters left.

"I'm a wine lover, don't worry I can handle my alcohol. And who said anything about a later, how about we focus on the present and you finish tell me everything you can."

"Look Rose, because I care for you and don't want you to be blindsided and embarrassed by a liar-I want you to know she didn't go straight home after they had sex. There's a two-hour gap between the chauffeur dropping her off and when she went home and told her friend about the so called 'rape' and the police being called."

I was stunned by Emmett's words...and very rarely I'm taken by surprise or shocked.

"You've gotta be fucking kidding me. She told me one of Masters' drivers dropped her home, she rang the doorbell then her roommate let her in and she saw the driver drive off after she went inside. Twenty-five minutes later the police were called after she and her roommate talked. We went over it countless times."

"I know what she told you, I read it. But she's an habitual liar." Emmett stated calmly.

Two waiters arrived with our food and drinks. I did plan to make Armold spend big on this dinner and smiled as my large order was laid out before me.

"She's lying about her name, all she does is lie. I've done a lot of digging into her history and I'm not even sure she knows who she is with all of the lies she's told. Edward told me that the driver told him he did drop her off at home but she didn't go inside, she walked down the street and got on a bus. The driver didn't follow her cause he had no reason to. There's a little convenience store facing her apartment, the security camera recorded her walking down the street to the bus stop. We're still trying to trace her steps. When I get her on the stand I plan to rip her lying ass to shreds." Emmett ranted while feeding me some of his salmon.

"Mmm, nicely seasoned." I chewed slowly on the salmon while processing what Emmett had said.

"So what's her real name, is she only using a fake surname or is-"

"You know I can't tell you that, beautiful."

I sighed and sunk in my seat.

"You better be feeding me lies, Emmett. I've never lost at a trial in my life, if she's lying and I get embarrassed I'll be needing your services."

"Professional or...?"

"Both." I whispered and we both leaned in for a kiss.

Emmett's phone rang interrupting our kiss. I heard Masters' voice over the phone although I couldn't make out what he was saying.

Emmett kept his responses short.

"Yes, I'm busy at the moment. Definitely pleasure. Exceedingly attractive. I hope so." Emmett told him while gazing at me intently and smirking at the same time.

I took a sip of wine then dipped my finger in the glass and traced the wine over his lips. He licked it off of his lips then I put my finger in his mouth. He sucked it gently but firmly.

He leaned away from the phone and whispered in my ear "Is that how you want me to suck on your clit?".

I felt myself getting moist by just the thought of it.

I took the time to place my foot in his lap under the table. I traced my toes up and down over his zipper.

I felt him harden under my touch, I could feel his bulge growing.

"I'll call you back, something just came up."

Emmett hung up the phone.

"I wonder how Masters would feel if he knew you were having dinner with the enemy."

"Running around behind everyone's back turns you on doesn't it?" He asked and I could hear the arousal in his voice.

"Maybe."

Emmett removed my foot from his crotch and began to massage it.

"If you don't behave I'm going to fuck you on this table in front of the musicians."

"Fine. So what did Masters want?" I pried.

"He just wanted to talk."

"About the trial?"

"You're a persistent one."

"That's how I got where I am today. So...?"

"Aren't we ambitious. He wanted to discuss your little lying friend."

"We don't know that she's lying and what about her?"

"You know I can't discuss this with you."

"If you two have such a sure win then he shouldn't be concerned about the trial."

"He's not concerned about the trial."

"Two calls in one night, then what's his problem? I thought he would be out on the town painting it red, enjoying his final weeks of freedom."

"Your cockiness turns me on. More champagne?"

"Don't change the subject. You're keeping something from me."

"Baby I'm keeping a lot of things from you." He said with a wicked grin.

"Hmm, Masters is obviously concerned about something since he keeps calling you. He's not concerned about the trial but he wanted to talk about Isabella so it's more than likely in a non-professional way. Seems like he wanted to talk in a friend to friend kind of way. Obviously something about her has him concerned and worried. When I nag my friends about someone it's usual to discuss my feelings and concerns for and about them."

Emmett gave nothing away as I tried to piece everything together. He had on his usual poker face.

"Don't tell me... I refuse to believe... It can't..." I threw back the glass of wine and proceeded to pour another but Emmett took the bottle out of my hand and did it for me.

"He's calling you like how women call their girlfriends about a man. Edward Masters is pining over Isabella?" I didn't believe my own words.

"Does he miss her? He raped her, this doesn't make any sense."

"You still think he raped her?"

"I don't know what to think or believe right now. Your argument is that he dismissed her and she's a jilted lover. So he didn't dismiss her, meaning she would have no reason to feel jilted. Yet you want me to believe she accused him for money, to be spiteful or cause she was sent by a rival company. This is so frustrating, what the hell is going on?"

"Welcome to my world." He said then took my hand in his.

"I can't wait until this trial is over." I sighed.

"I know. After I deal the gorgeous prosecutor her first loss I'm going to take her on vacation and fuck her disappointed feelings away."

"I like a man who dreams big. What I would really like though, is to know what's going on. Why is Masters missing Isabella, it seems like I did the right thing moving her to a secret location." I told Emmett while feeling him a fork full of my fettuccine.

Emmett scoffed at my words.

"What do you think he's going to do, come and steal her away?" Emmett chuckled.

"I don't know what's going through his mind. After tonight I feel like he's an obsessed stalker."

I had finished a bottle of wine on my own and was on to the second while Emmett sipped on his brandy.

"It's not like that."

"So what's it like, you've been giving me the run-around all night. I wanna know everything you're able to tell me, starting with how they parted that morning."

"Alright. He landed when he got urgent news from one of our business partners, Jasper Coleman. There was a situation that needed his attention so he couldn't spend the rest of the morning with what's her face."

"Isabella." I corrected him sternly. "You really seem to dislike her, and that stunt in the courtroom was out of line. What did she do to piss you off so much?" I inquired while tracing my toes up and down his leg.

"Is that a serious question. She's accused one of my closest friends of one of the most heinous crimes on earth. On top of that, she's making my job very difficult with her endless lies. I still have people digging into her bottom-less past and she takes the stand in a couple of weeks. My people feel like it will take them months to uncover all of her dirty secrets. Then she has the audacity to sit there in court looking so fucking innocent and self-righteous like she didn't beg Edward to fuck her like a dirty whore and worst of all, he keeps pestering me about the bitch and I have to hear her name all fucking day. I keep telling him to forget about her crazy ass."

"Wow." Was all I could say. "What else happened that morning?"

"He told her to take a shower and put on one of the new outfits he bought for her. She declined the shower saying her friend Alice called her and there's an emergency she needed to get home to. So he had her driven home with plans of taking her to dinner later that night. Then my firm gets a tip from the precinct she was at that some girl has accused him of rape. Lo and behold, Isabella fucking Adams is the girl. Of course I had to cut my vacation short and get my legal team together. In a strange way I'm glad it happened, I got to cross paths with you again." Emmett said then kissed my hand.

"By the way, there was no record of her friend calling her that morning. The last call she had received was fourteen hours prior to that morning."

I threw back another glass of wine.

"Isabella never mentioned getting an urgent call that morning."

Emmett was laughing at me.

"And you're surprised, she lies like she breathes. By the way, I've seen her taking too many deep breaths in court."

I hit him playfully on the shoulder.

"Stop, you're making this up. So they had a romantic night and the next morning she lost her mind and accused him of rape, that's what you're telling me?" I asked with a big grin on my face.

"Pretty much."

"What about the tearing and-"

"She probably injured herself with a giant dildo."

I burst out laughing, choking on my wine.

"You sure do have an excuse for everything."

"I'm serious, she was probably out buying one and doing only God knows what else the two hours she disappeared for. Edward told me he got rough with her and it turned her on even more. He may have hurt her a bit but she never asked him to stop or tried to push him away. I personally think she's insane, nothing she does anymore can surprise me. What virgin wants rough sex, does that sound normal to you?"

"No. I've spent time with her and she's very sweet. I've never noticed anything wrong with her mental state."

Emmett's theory had me grinning.

"People usually never do with crazies. Some of them are really good at hiding their unstable side. She obviously got to you though."

"No one gets to me."

A waiter came and cleared off our table.

"Cosa sarebbe di Mister e signorine, come per dessert?" The waiter inquired.

"Nothing for me." I ate so much food I don't have any room for dessert.

"She's the only sweet thing I want." Emmett gestured to me in front of the waiter. He smiled then retreated.

"Really, you sure believe her side of the story though."

"She was bruised, bleeding and had Masters' DNA inside of her. What was there not to believe?"

"Looking back at it now, didn't it seem too easy? Why rape her and let her leave with his DNA inside of her. If he did don't you think he would have thrown her ass in the tub before allowing her to leave?"

"I don't know, maybe he didn't care. He is 'Edward Masters' after all."

"You're beginning to sound just like Isabella. Stop spending time with her before her craziness rubs off on you. She's somewhere right now probably reading fifty shades of grey with a necktie tied around her eyes."

I couldn't contain my laughter.

"But why put herself through a trial?"

"Money." He stated with a sip of his brandy.

"How do we know Edward isn't the insane one?"

"I beg your pardon?" He asked in a tone as if what I asked was blasphemy.

"Just hear me out. What if Isabella is telling the truth. I mean they did date and she went on a trip with him. The alleged rape didn't occur until after their vacation, on his jet, two days before she was suppose to go home."

"I fail to see where you're going with this."

"What if she was actually the only woman who he couldn't get to open her legs for him and it bruised his ego. After spending so much money on her she was heading home and he was being left empty handed and that's why he probably raped her."

"Baby I'm not one of those simple-minded jurors, I don't buy that. Edward's never been accused of a sexual crime in his life. Besides, he has billions, he's not going to miss any of the money he spent on her."

"After you hounded the police, they went and spoke with Edward early that next day. When he was taken in for examination he didn't have any bite marks on him. In her statement she said he kissed her roughly and she kept trying to turn her head. Not once did she bite his tongue. He didn't have any scratches on his face, neck or chest. Isabella did leave scratches on his back from her ecstasy-filled tryst with him.

"After she bit off his tongue where was she going to go, they were thousands of feet in the air. She was probably afraid he would beat her to death."

"We're not in court, Rose, don't try to sell me on Isabella's lies. I can't think of a valid reason for him to rape that girl. And don't start on that feminist bullshit, if he was craving power and control he could join an exclusive BDSM club, not to mention he's a very powerful man in his everyday life."

"I'm still sticking with my theory that she bruised his ego. We all know Masters isn't going to stand for that, he does have a reputation to uphold."

"Or she was sent from a rival company to smear him, Edward has his hands in more than just oil. I co-own a number of businesses with him which a lot of women's rights groups are trying to boycott and competitors are backing them. All of it makes me hate Isabella even more. Do you know the amount of effort I had to put into damage control? All of our publicists have been working there asses off. People wanted me to distance myself from him, business or not but instead I'm representing him. That bitch's lies has impacted my life negatively as well."

"It's a good argument that she was sent from a competitor but wouldn't a more sexually-experienced woman would have been sent?"

"Believe it or not virgins sell their virginity all the time these days, she's no different. There are even exclusive auctions held at secret locations, only the elite are invited."

"Have you ever frequented any of them?"

"Virgins aren't my thing but I did go to a few locations to gather info on your 'victim'."

"Why am I not surprised, did you find out anything?"

"Not there, not at any of them. But I did find a few dirty little secrets in her past from other sources."

"Do tell." I whispered seductively.

"In due time." Was all he said.

I sighed.

"In due time as in during the trial?"

"Correct. All you have to do is drop the charges to save your perfect, one hundred percent conviction rate record. Not to mention saving yourself the embarrassment."

I sighed again.

"I can't. I still believe her but I just..."

"You have doubts."

"Thanks to someone."

"I know you don't want to face the truth, but your friend is lying. There are a million and one reasons why she could be lying but you struggle to find one why Edward is guilty."

"We can speculate about what happened all night but the only people who really knows what went on that night are Edward and Bella. And they both have two different versions."

"True." He conceded.

"There's one thing you failed to mention tonight." I accused.

"What's that?"

"Why did Masters get Alice out of trouble, what's in it for him?"

"I have no knowledge of what you're talking about and if it were true I would."

"After all of this you still want to play games. When I got back there, there was no record of Alice ever being in custody. She was gone, I was sure Masters had one of his spies kidnap her but when I dropped Bella at the secret location Alice was already there."

"Maybe she flirted with Judge Bradley and got off the hook."

"This isn't funny. When I asked Alice how she got out she said she apologized to Bradley but I could tell she was lying. If she made some kind of deal with Masters behind Bella's back then that means Bella's location has been compromised and I need to inform her and have her moved."

"You're acting like Edward's going to put a hit out on the lying wench."

"He may."

"If he does I wouldn't blame him."

"And what about the prosecutor? I heard she's defiant as she is attractive. Killing her would send a message to the D.A. and no one else would want to prosecute so he would walk for free."

"That's not going to happen. Not that it hasn't crossed our minds..." Emmett teased as he leaned over and kissed me.

"So how much is Masters paying Alice?" I asked between kisses.

"She's not on the payroll. I wish she was so we could pay her in soap to wash her filthy mouth out."

I laughed at the memory of Alice's spectacle.

"Come on, it was funny. What about judge Bradley?"

"You know I can't answer that." Emmett said while moving down to my neck.

I finished off the last of my wine then he took the glass.

"Shall we go?" He asked.

I took his hand and he led me out of the restaurant.

"You didn't pay." I reminded him as my heels clicked on the marble floor of the restaurant.

"That's okay. I own the place."

Smug bastard. I checked my phone for the time and it was almost one in the morning. Time sure flies when discussing business.

I know in court Emmett is going to try to sell the jury on every possible theory why Bella could be lying. I need to change tactics, tonight was only to help me prep and get in his head a bit. Most importantly, I have to take off Master's damn mask and show them just what kind of man he is. He's rumored to have had over ninety-seven people taken out and Emmett acts like he's best friend and the most humble man of the year. But Emmett isn't a saint himself... I sighed.

"I thought you would have needed me to carry you after all of the alcohol you consumed."

"I could say the same thing to you."

"Before tonight I never knew you had a sense of humor."

"Don't get used to it."

I felt an arm around my waist and a hard body against the back of me.

"What else about you are you going to reveal to me tonight?" He whispered then I felt his tongue on me.

He's making it hard to resist temptation.

I felt him bend me over on his car then pull my arm behind me and put my hand on his cock. I felt it through the fabric, hard and throbbing.

"So your muscles aren't the only big things on you." I told him as I licked my lips at the mere thought of his cock stretching my walls.

"Feel how hard my cock has been all night. It took everything in me not to bend you over the table."

I felt his hand between my thighs and heat started to build in me.

"I always wanted to know what was under those tight skirts."

His finger trailer over my panty pushing the fabric between my pussy lips. He slowly pulled my dress up and I stopped him before he got it to my navel.

"We're in public."

"That makes it even better." Was his husky reply.

I hate to admit it but doing this in the parking lot where anyone can catch us excites me.

"If the wrong person spots us we're going to have a lot of explaining to do to a lot of people. Lets go."

He opened the passenger door for me and I got in. Lord knows I don't need someone taking out their phone and snapping a pic...or worse, recording a video.

Emmett got in and he was on me in a second, he leaned over and attacked my mouth. It was like fire, I felt his hunger, passion and need in the kiss. I held his face in my hands returning the same passion in the kiss.

Our mouths danced together in a fierce tango. Reluctantly I tried to pull away but he never let up.

"Get me to your place fast, my neighbors are too fucking nosey." I told him while prying his hands off of me.

When he stopped I was out of breath. He started the car and drove out of the parking lot.

"Pull up your dress." His voice was laced with desire.

He put his hand in my panties while he steered with the other. I knew my panties were soaked and I didn't care if he found out how much he turned me on.

"Well well well." Was all he said before he gripped it tightly and ripped it off. "Let's have a taste, shall we?"

I watched as he brought my cum-soaked panties up to his mouth and started to suck on the seat of it. Thank heavens for the heavily-tinted windows.

"You taste so fucking delicious." He said as he held my panties up and looked it over. "Mesh thong, huh?" He teased and I yanked it out of his hand and put it in my purse.

He pushed my thighs apart even more then put a finger in me.

"Your pussy is so wet your cum is dripping all over my seat."

"Stop fucking teasing me and put another finger in."

He more than happily obliged.

I rubbed my clit as Emmett fingered me while steering with his other hand.

I felt my orgasm near and found it hard to sit still. My breathing hitched and I found my way to my nipples with my other hand.

"Watch the fucking road, I don't want to die before I cum."

He chuckled at that.

"Almost there." He told me.

"I know." Was all I said before I started grinding into his fingers. Though I have a feeling he and I are talking about two different things.

"Faster."

"We're here."

I came undone and began to writhe in ecstasy. My mind became nothing but mush and I was in a euphoric trance. My body felt like fifty bags of sand and as I came down from my high I noticed Emmett licking his fingers.

"Shall we continue this inside?" He asked gesturing to his gorgeous mansion.

"I think you're going to have to carry me this time." I told him with a smile and watched him grin.


tsk tsk tsk, Rosalie's breaking bread with the enemy

You know you're meant to be when you can discuss sick things over a romantic meal, it's their jobs... I guess.

All lemons after this chapter will be explicit. I won't be holding back so if it will make you feel uncomfortable, this may not be the story for you.

Rosalie and Emmett, among other characters will be getting pretty...intense.

You've been warned.