I HOPE YOU ALL HAD A WONDERFUL CHRISTMAS! THANKS FOR THE ENCOURAGING WORDS! I'VE BEEN SOOOO BUSY. HOW ARE THINGS GOING WITH YOU GUYS? :D

Q&A TIME!

Q: What just happened to Bella?

A: She collapsed.

Q: Has Rosalie made Bella aware of the deals Emmett offered?

A: Nope but Emmett has made it his business to meet Bella face to face and offer his advice. I can't wait!

Q: How did Rosalie get out of Emmett's place without being seen?

A: You'll have to wait to find out and who says someone didn't spot her?

Q: What's Alice's next move?

A: What isn't Alice's next move?

Q: Why did Edward want Bella so much?

A: Only he knows.

Once again, I can't tell you if Edward is guilty or not. I can't believe you guys are still asking. :)


*FLASHBACK*

BELLA POV

I felt flushed as I walked into the ballroom with Edward. The slight pain and soreness between my thighs mixed with these deathtraps Alice calls shoes are making it hard to focus. Not to mention the fact that Edward put my underwear in his pocket and wouldn't give it back. I feel so naked without it. I could feel the confidence radiating off of him but as for me, I'm so nervous. Everyone in this room is probably wealthy and important. Relax Bella, just don't say anything stupid.

Waiters came up to us with champagne and hors d'oeuvre. I declined the champagne and was offered a non-alcoholic beverage instead.

"Edward. I was wondering when you would get here."

A large man came up to us and started speaking to Edward, he had a foreign accent and black hair. Damn he's taller than Edward. I don't see a ring on his finger. I wonder if Alice would be interested in him. Maybe if she has someone to distract her she would nag me less about Edward.

"That reminds me, I'd like to introduce you to this delicate flower." Edward told the man and I felt like I was left out of some sort of secret. "Isabella meet Emmett Armold, he's a close friend and business partner."

"It's a pleasure." The man introduced as Emmett took my hand and kissed it. He was smiling at me like he knew something I didn't.

"Likewise." I told him.

"Honey, come and meet my Boss. I hope you don't mind but I have to steal him away for a little while. Nice suit by the way Edward." A tall brunette came up to us and stated as she tugged Emmett away. She didn't look too healthy and deathly skinny.

"Who was that?" I asked Edward.

"His bulimic mental case of a girlfriend." Edward stated from behind.

I turned in surprise at Edward. "That's not a very nice thing to say, what if she or someone else had heard you?"

"Someone needs to inform the poor girl, she's living in denial and should be in a mental institution." Edward stated dryly.

"I take it you're not very fond of her."

"Not in the least."

Before I could get another word in a number of people came and chatted with Edward. He introduced me and I shook their hands. He's like a shiny toy everyone wants to play with or be near.

"Lets go before I'm forced to engage in more idle chatter."

Edward took the glass out of my hand and placed it on a nearby table then took my hand. When I realized he was leading me to the dance floor I pulled my hand away and stopped dead in my tracks.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't dance." My voice was low and I felt somewhat embarrassed.

Edward chuckled and dragged me to the dance floor anyway. There was a live band playing a slow melody.

When Edward's arm slid around my waist the atmosphere shifted and everything felt so right. He led me gracefully while I breathed in his cologne. He smells soooooooooooo good! If someone had told me a month ago that someone like him would ask me out and I would've tried to avoid him-I would call them the biggest liar on the planet.

I was so lost in thought I hadn't realized. "Isn't buying a ticket required for entrance to most charity balls?"

"Yes."

"I don't recall buying one or anyone asking us anything at the door."

"That's because you're with me."

It's not like I could have afforded one anyway. Edward twirled me around and I noticed a lot of the women giving me sour looks.

"Why come to events like these if you have no interest in socializing?"

"I would have been fine just sending them a cheque but my publicist insists on me coming to these things. I usually make an appearance but never stay long."

"Gambling and games not your thing? You'd usually prefer to be somewhere else?"

"Yes but since I'm here with you I don't mind staying longer than the usual."

"I'm curious, what does Mr. Masters spend his time doing when he's not working?"

Edward smirked and asked "Would you like me to show you?"

I thought for a few seconds. "No. You may be into weird stuff like those rich people in the movie Hostel."

Edward chuckled.

"Isabella are you accusing me of being a sadistic murderer in my spare time?" I heard the amusement in his voice.

"Maybe."

I rested my head on Edward's chest as we danced the rest of the night.

"Does it ever get lonely being at the top, Mr. Masters?"

"Before I met you, no."

"And after you met me?"

"I realized there was something missing from my life."

"Why me?"

"Why not?"

"Because there are other choices out there...better choices."

"Better? Don't ever let those words come out of your mouth again, Isabella."

"You said you find me fascinating. I'm still having a hard time believing that."

"Most people find it much easier to believe a lie than the truth, seems to be human nature."

"And the truth is you want someone like me?"

"Someone like you?"

"I'm ordinary."

"I've never met a woman who has made me feel the way I feel about you. Only an extraordinary woman could make me chase after her the way I'm pursuing you."

"You sure do have a way with words, Mr. Masters."

"I haven't said anything that isn't true yet you're so skeptical."

"I know."

"You're worried about getting hurt?"

"Can you blame me, you do have a reputation."

"Indeed I do. I never settled down because I've never felt a connection with any of the women I was with. Not that I was looking to settle down."

"And I'm suppose to believe I'm the one?"

"What are you so afraid of, Isabella?"

I'm afraid of not just wanting him but needing him, like an addiction.

"I don't know."

"If you keep fighting the connection between us you'll lose. We're past the point of pretending it's not there. You can't ever fight against yourself and win, it's impossible. We can have this conversation over and over again and no matter what I say, it wouldn't be enough to change your view of the situation. I can't convince you that I'm not some wolf in sheep's clothing trying to use you or hurt you for my own pleasure."

"I never said you were."

"You didn't have to."

"I'm tired of telling you the same thing over and over again. I can only show you."

Edward pulled me away from him and whispered in my ear "Let me show you." As he nibbled on my earlobe.

Resisting him is going to be hard, I know I'm going to be in for the fight of my life.

"After meeting you, no amount of money or gold mattered. I had a new appreciation for the meaning of the word valuable. I knew I'd be a fool not to pursue the most precious thing I'd ever laid eyes on."

"And what happens after you acquire this precious thing?"

"'l'll never let it go."

"So you only want to possess it?"

"I want to possess it and cherish it until the end of time and even after that." Edward whispered in my ear, his voice full of passion. Let me take you away and show you the world. I want to know everything there is about you, all of your quirks and habits and if you talk in your sleep. Isabella I want to give you everything and I want nothing in return."

I was both taken aback and flattered. Just...wow...

"You want to take me away. We barely know each other Edward, I'm planning to start a career soon."

"You already have a degree and you're young. You have plenty of time, I can open doors for you. Whatever you want."

"Believe me, I am flattered but we barely know each other and-"

"We'll know each other much better when we're travelling together."

"My Parents would freak if I traveled around the world with some wealthy man. They'd ask me if I've lost my mind and became a high class escort or are you planning on whisking me off into some underground slave market."

"We can visit them whenever you feel like, only a flight or two away. Besides, you're a grown woman and can make your own decisions. I have more than enough resources, why would I be involved in such illegal activity? The thought of treating someone as if they were less than human appalls me, Isabella."

"I can't leave Alice. She and I have never really been separated from the time we were kids, she's my other half... we complete each other."

"She can come as well. I'll accompany all of your wants and needs and do whatever it takes. No more excuses. I've already told you if you fight against yourself you'll lose. All I'm asking is for you to give me the chance to let me show you."

"I'm getting hungry." I mentioned trying to clear my mind, it's never really clear when I'm near him.

Edward led me off of the dance floor and out of the immense ballroom.

"Where are we going?"

"We're leaving."

"Why?"

"You said you were getting hungry. I had no intentions of staying long."

"Ohh, but there's food here."

"I'm taking you to dinner."

"Did you make dinner reservations?"

"No."


After driving for a little while a large tan-colored wall came into view. I couldn't see over the wall, only Heaven knows how many metres it is. It stretched around both corners with an equally high black gate in the center. There was a large steel plate over the bars of the gate so it was impossible to look through. Two men dressed in black suits stood in front of the gate. Edward stopped in front of the gate and one of the men came up to his window.

Edward pushed a button and his window began rolling down slowly.

"Please state your busin-"

When the window stopped half way down I could tell the man immediately recognized who he was.

"I apologize Mr. Masters, I didn't know it was you. I've never seen the car before and no one informed me-"

"It's quite alright, Johnathon."

The man Edward addressed as Johnathon signaled with his hand and the gate slowly opened. Reservations? This place doesn't seem like a restaurant to me, are we having dinner at Fort Knox? When Edward drove through I was expecting to see something surprising. I was surprised alright. It was a huge parking lot filled with luxury vehicles. Some of the cars had diplomatic plates and a few big guys were standing guard by some of the cars. Bodyguards?

As we drove further I noticed a very stylishly built building, the design of it was indescribable. The windows were tinted so I couldn't see inside but just from the look of the building I could tell it's a really upscale place. The name was written in French and I couldn't figure it out if my life depended on it. Not to mention that I don't really come to this part of town, everything is so expensive. I remember being dragged here once by Alice because there were a pair of Valentino boots she HAD to have and there wasn't a Valentino's in our neighborhood. Everyone in this part of town were so snobbish. I had never ventured this far into this part of town before. I can't wait to tell Alice about this place...Not to mention Edward's proposal, I wonder how she's going to take it. I can't believe I'm actually considering it.

Edward opened my door and helped me out, then he led me into the restaurant. No valets, I wonder why. Curse these heels! The restaurant screamed fancy, elegant, regal, extravagance, opulence, it was just sumptuous! Trying to describe it wouldn't do it justice. The hostess immediately recognized Edward and her eyes lit up.

"Mr. Masters, Madam, please right this way."

As we passed by the dining room I caught a glimpse of the diners. Everyone dressed to the nines in elegant dresses and suits while adorned in fine pieces of jewelry that still managed to blind me from a distance. Most of the people looked important. It was hard to miss the fact that the dining room was lavishly and impeccably decorated.

We were led through a hallway and a door into to a private dining area which was surprisingly even more spectacularly decorated than the main dining room we had passed earlier. The main dining room was bright with chandeliers and candles but this one is so dimly lit.

Edward pulled out a chair and sat down, pulling me with him onto his lap. He began to nuzzle my neck and a giggle immediately escaped me.

I gently pushed him away since the hostess was still in our presence.

"Is there a particular waiter or waitress you would like to serve you, Sir?"

"No." Was all Edward said then went right back to nuzzling my neck.

"You smell delicious." He told me while he wrapped his arm tighter around my waist-pulling me closer to him.

The Hostess seemed unfazed by Edward's display of affection like it's the norm. Maybe a lot of wealthy lovebirds come here. That little annoying voice in my head snuck up on me. Or maybe she's seen him bring a lot of different women here?

I pushed the thought out of my head. He probably has, he is wealthy and handsome after all. That doesn't matter, I try not to judge someone by their past.

"Very well, Sir." The Hostess left

"Is something wrong?"

"No, why?"

"You're tense. Am I making you uncomfortable?" He asked with genuine concern.

"Yes...but it's a good kind of uncomfortable." I told him shyly, I know I look flushed.

His smug grin was back.

"What kind of place is this?"

Edward raised a brow at me.

"I can understand the armed guards cause I noticed the diplomatic license plates but what kind of restaurant needs to be hidden away by a giant wall?"

"Some people like their privacy, most people want to feel protected and secure."

"You get to choose your waitstaff?"

Edward chuckled. "Inquisitive aren't we?"

I took that as my cue to stop asking so many questions. This place really is remarkable. I always prefer to pay for my half of the meal and I'd like to pay for everything this time since Edward paid for us last time but by the looks of this place I know it's highly unlikely. A meal for one is probably half of my rent and a glass of water here is probably fifty dollars. I really hope I'm exaggerating.

Speaking of glasses, a number of shimmers caught my eye. You've got to me kidding me. I picked up a champagne glass off the table. The entire stem was solid gold aligned with tiny diamonds and a bigger diamond in the center. Hopefully fake, I've seen a lot of glasses in china stores rimmed with fake gold but by the looks of this place I doubt the gold is fake.

Edward noticed me examining the glass.

"It's called an imperial champagne glass."

"Please tell me this isn't real gold and the diamonds are fake."

Edward grinned.

"Alright, I won't."

"You're not serious. Why would anyone need a diamond accented gold champagne glass, why would someone even make these?"

"People like what they like, Isabella. It was designed by Tobias Berger and Natascha Marx I believe. I bought my Mother some last Christmas."

"First diamond and gold credit cards and now tableware, do you have golden abs as well, Mr. Masters?"

"Would you like to take a tour of me and find out?"

I blushed.

A waiter entered the room. He looked foreign and was extremely handsome. I wonder if Alice would be interested in him.

"Good night, I'm Ludan. I will be your waiter for this evening and hope to meet all of your needs. I've selected the Krug Clos d'Ambonnay 1998, lobster chowder and mini bluefin tuna rolls as appetizers for you and your date Sir, I hope this is okay."

"Isabella?" Edward inquired.

"It's fine." I told him. Though I have no idea what a krug clos d-something is but I do know I like lobster and tuna.

"The chef recommends a special surprise dish just for you, Sir."

"Isabella?" Edward asked me again.

"I like surprises." I said and the waiter smiled at me.

"Is there anything Sir and Madam needs?"

"No." Was all Edward said then shooed him away. The man looked like he wanted to say something else but left, closing the door behind him.

I took a sip of water

"I feel awful drinking out of something like this when I know there are people out there who don't even have clean water to drink."

"That's where people like myself come in, to help them. Don't worry, you'll get accustomed to the luxuries that come along with me." Edward smirked.

The lobster chowder smelled delicious. I picked up a spoon but Edward quickly took it out of my hand.

"Allow me."

He fed it to me and I could see him from the corner of my eye staring intently while I ate it. This is the best lobster chowder I've ever tasted.

"Mmm, delicious."

"You were delicious too."

I almost choked. I wish he would stop that, it's like he knows just what to say to turn me the exact shade as a red crayon.

While Edward continued to feed me I could feel his other hand slip from around my waist slowly moving to my thigh.

He traced his fingers along the side of my thigh where the slit of my dress was.

Edward brought the glass of champagne up to my lips.

"No thank you, I don't drink."

"Have you ever tasted champagne before?"

I shook my head.

"Well, this will be your first time."

Edward gently pressed the glass against my lips and I opened.

"Do you like it?"

I nodded. It tasted quite good.

"I look forward to giving you a lot of new first experiences, Isabella." He told me with a smirk like he knew something I didn't.

"Aren't you going to eat?" I asked him.

"I'm not hungry, I had plenty to eat earlier."

There was a knock at the door and the waiter entered with more champagne and our food. I quickly tried to push Edward's hand off of my thigh but it wouldn't budge.

The waiter neatly set the food on the table, his movements were swift and graceful. I took notice of the champagne cooler, it looked to be covered in crystals. You've gotta be kidding me, I know the crème de la crème dine here but this is getting ridiculous.

Ludan described the dish but I couldn't pronounce the name if I tried. I hope it tastes as good as the chowder.

"Do you have any special request?"

"No, thank you." I told him.

"If Sir and Madam needs anything, please ring."

He exited closing the door behind him once again. I wonder if he closed the door because he's told to or cause he saw the way Edward was holding me earlier. If it's the latter I'm kind of embarrassed.

Edward brought the glass of champagne up to my lips again and I finished it off. He poured another glass for me then continued feeding me.

I felt his hand travelling to my inner thigh as he brought the fork up to my mouth. His touches are so distracting. I took a bite and tasted heaven in my mouth.

I put my hand over Edward's before it could reach it's destination.

"What's wrong?" He asked.

"Why here?" I replied.

"Why not?"

He's right, all we have to do is lock the door and we'll have our privacy just like we did at the Castle.

Edward parted my knees and I felt a quaking sensation as soon his fingers grazed over my center.

"You're wet."

He brought the fork up to my mouth again and I happily opened it. Before I could close my mouth his finger was inside me. The sudden invasion making me gasp and him smile.

Edward continued to feed me while he fingered me, the sensation in me was building and I could tell Edward enjoyed every second of it.

"I enjoy watching your mouth move, Isabella."

He brought the glass to my lips again and I drank in the sweet liquid. A girl can get used to this.

I felt him put in a second finger and my eyes rolled to the back of my head while I bit my lip.

"Be a good girl and finish your dinner, Isabella."

I ate bite after bite and finished off another glass of champagne. I lost count of how many glasses but knew I was on the second bottle, I wonder how many calories a bottle of champagne has. Edward took me further and further without letting me get there.

I felt so mellow and in such a euphoric state.

"Please."

"Please what?"

"Please, I want to cum."

"Not until you finish your dinner."

There was only a little bit of food left on the plate. Edward brought the fork up to my mouth again and I happily ate every last bit he fed me.

"Good girl."

Edward's other hand found it's way in my dress playing with my nipples while he continued to finger me.

"Show me how you like to play with your clit." He whispered in my ear.

I was wrong in thinking I couldn't get anymore flushed.

Edward grinned. "You've never touched yourself?"

"No." I said shyly, my voice barely above a whisper.

Then I felt the absence of his fingers and longed for them. He got up, still holding me against him and knocked everything off of the table. I was stunned.

"This is what your shyness does to me."

He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. I could feel him hard and erect through his pants. I quickly pulled my hand away in surprise, like a reflex I had no control over it. I hope he doesn't get offended.

"You've never felt a hard cock in your hand?"

I shook my head and he chuckled.

"I'm going to enjoy giving you all of your firsts."

He picked me up and placed me on the table, his mouth instantly making contact with my clit. I could feel myself getting wetter and wetter and closer and closer. I couldn't stop the moans that escaped me.

"Cum for me, Isabella."

That's all it took. There was an eruption in me and I convulsed and writhed all over the table as my orgasm surged through me.

I tried pushing Edward's head away but he wouldn't budge. He put two fingers in me as he continued his assault on my clit and I found myself orgasm again.

My eyes rolled in the back of my head while I screamed to the heavens.

When I came down from the high of my orgasm I felt so embarrassed. I hope these walls are sound proof. I looked at Edward and he was grinning. It seems I'll be wearing a crayon shade of red for the rest of the night.

I tried to get up but I fell back on the table. My orgasms drained me and I was now feeling the effects of the champagne. I noticed a wet spot on the lower thigh part of Edward's pants and covered my face.

"Please tell me I didn't do that while I was sitting on you."

"Alright I won't."

"This isn't funny, Edward. I feel mortified. I'm sure people heard me, I don't want to go out there."

"Don't worry, I'll take you out through a private exit."

Edward picked me up and stood me on my feet and I almost fell over but he caught me.

"My legs feel like mush and my clit feels sore. I need to sit down."

I adjusted my dress as he rang for the waiter and handed him his black card.

"Ready to go home?" Edward asked me.

"Please!"

Edward smiled. I like seeing him smile. He's usually always so stoic and serious. I don't think I've seen him smile in any of the photos of him Alice had showed me online. Crap, I know Alice is gonna grill me about tonight when I get home. All I wanna do is hug and kiss my bed and pillow.

"Thank you for such a memorable night, Mr. Masters. This was wonderful. Dinner was delicious. You were wonderful." I told him while blushing.

"You're very welcome, Isabella." He said as he bent to give me a peck on the lips.

Now if only he would start calling me 'Bella' like everyone else. I know he enjoys the fact that I want him to but he won't. I can tell he prefers me to address him as Mr. Masters, maybe I should start calling him Eddy since he won't address me by my nickname.

Ludan returned with the card and Edward tipped him.

"Thank you Sir, Madam."

He left the room and I found it strange he didn't question as to why everything is on the floor instead of the table. Could this be a norm for the waitstaff?

I stood with Edward's assistance. If it weren't for him I would have fallen. Edward put his coat around me then picked me up in his arms and proceeded to carry me out. I didn't protest due to the fact I could barely keep my eyes open. We didn't exit the same way we came in. Sleep was beginning to overtake me.


I felt cold so I opened my eyes. Exhaustion was threatening to overtake me but my eyes shot open when I realized I wasn't home. I still had Edward's jacket around me, I looked up and saw a few spinning handsome faces.

"Why do I feel so lightheaded and how come everything is spinning?"

"That's because you're drunk."

I noticed we were on a pathway approaching an opened door. I could see bright lights and pretty and expensive-looking things inside.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I brought you home. I'm taking you inside."

"This isn't my home." I wish I had a huge yard to plan exotic-looking trees and plants.

"I want to go home. You said you were taking me home."

"Yes, I did. I meant my home."


Edward POV

I took Isabella upstairs and placed her on my bed, she looked so fucking perfect. She passed out again, poor girl needs some water.

I checked my phone after feeling a vibration in my pocket. I had twenty-seven missed calls and nineteen messages, most of them about business no doubt.

I skimmed through them and skipped all business-related messages.

Emmett

GET RID OF THAT GIRL. 11:42pm

Is he insane. I responded No.

Incoming call

Emmett.

Just what I need, for him to bitch in my ear and ruin my mood. I reluctantly tapped Answer.

"You weren't kidding about the delicate part. She looked so...innocent and not like your usual type. Don't start on Nadette cause I know you're thinking about it, we're working through her health issues. How old is that girl, nineteen? She's a pretty girl but looks plain as paper. What do you plan on doing with her? Get a twenty-five year old with some serious sex appeal."

I poured myself a drink while listening to Emmett ramble.

"Edward, If you plan to do the usual date and fuck for a few months then dump, it won't end well. She looks like the type to get attached easily and quickly and it won't end well for you. By the way, there are a lot of virgins out there who actually can't wait to lose it and want to get their brains fucked out. You know the ones who can't wait to turn into instant whores and fuck everything in sight. Stick to your usual kind of women and stop trying to stray. I don't want to spend my vacation cleaning up something that could have been avoided. And for heaven's sake get her to sign a fucking NDA, she looks simple enough!

"Simple you say? She's quite an observant little thing. I can tell she knows the restaurant is no ordinary restaurant."

"See, this is what I'm talking about. You don't want to leave her feeling used then she tries to leak secrets to media outlets and we have to 'handle' her. She doesn't look like the type to take a big cheque and go quietly. If you fuck up and she tries to run her mouth it won't be pretty for her. I'm sure Maxwell doesn't want the secret about his restaurant getting out. That is a headache I don't want. Get rid of her, how old is she anyway?"

"She's 22 and you're out of your mind if you think I'm going to let her go. I've been itching to fuck her for weeks."

"I hope she wises up to the fact she's not your type and may get her heart broken so she never calls you again. You and her live in two different worlds, Edward. When I kissed her hand I sensed something off about her. I don't like her and I don't trust her, after tonight try to stay away from her."

"So this isn't a good time to tell you she's passed out in my bed?"

There were a few moments of silence.

"This isn't funny Edward, why the fuck did you take her home?"

"Why do you think?"

"Try to remember that we own a number of businesses together, I don't need you getting reckless and causing bad publicity for us."

"I don't need to be lectured on how to run my fucking personal or professional life, Emmett.

"Just take her home and please don't touch her."

I looked over at Isabella.

"Don't fuck with me Emmett, you know that's more easier said than done."


*SNEAK PEEK*

It's been more than enough time, I picked up the two tests and braced myself. There's no way I could be pregnant.

I looked at the tests. Two vertical lines on each one. My heart sunk, everything feels so surreal. I can't be pregnant. Shit! I took deep breaths, what am I going to do!? I need a drink.

*SNEAK PEEK ENDS*


I'm still working on the next chapter. Esme will be making an appearance soon. Yay. :)

Friendships and relationships are going to get really rocky. Boooo :(

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