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Chapter 5

The Dance of a Mermaid (Part One)

POV Edward

"The music is fantastic. You did it again, Edward. The lyrics are great. I love it," said John staring at the sheets in the boardroom. I leaned back in my seat, comfortable of course, and said nothing. I was used to the typical compliments John Martin and Alec Curtis were giving me. I sighed and wiped my glasses, downplaying the matter. I was on the cusp of my career, a career that my mother Elizabeth detested, and my father Anthony envied, for he had never been able to become as famous as I was. It's stupid that the only one in your family who supports you is your younger brother, but you can't have everything in life, can you?

Let me introduce myself. I am Edward Anthony Cullen, son of a beautiful tall blonde, whose green eyes I inherited, named Elizabeth Masen. She met Anthony Cullen, my father, at one of the society parties my grandmother threw. My father was a millionaire who thought he was a great writer and composer, a man who was never called to buy a song or one of his many books, yet his money allowed no one to doubt his intellectual ability. An ability he used to hunt my mother down, impregnate her and marry her, because society said so.

Stupid.

Rules are not my thing, I hate them. Even if I hide under such a facade, I've always envied the poor kids, those who always fight for what they want and, in the end, get it happy that it was all worth it. At this point in my life, nothing mattered anymore, and I had become a lonely hermit living off his millions. Yeah, what a wonderful life!

Alec chose and slept with the eight girls who were going to dance in the video of the new song. I didn't say anything. The truth is that I didn't care who he slept with or if he took advantage of the situation to take girls to bed. My music became an addiction to the world as soon as it was heard. There were beautiful admirers everywhere, but none worthy enough to get my attention.

"Fuck, this is fucking bullshit," Alec exhaled, slamming my office door. I looked up from my folder and raised an eyebrow without asking him at all.

"Do you know how many choreographers have left this week!?" I shook my head and looked back down at my papers, waiting for him to continue talking.

"Seventeen. And that makes a total of forty-eight. These idiots refuse to work together! Shit!

Yes, shit. That was really bad because we were going to launch it in a few weeks and the radios had already launched the propaganda. I waited for him to continue and when he didn't I stared at him.

"Those girls know they slept with you, Alec. That is why they don't want to work together."

"Edward, your father's on the phone again," Rosalie snorted over the intercom. I rolled my eyes and pressed the button to answer it.

"Ask him how much he wants this time and write him a check for the same amount as usual Rose." Rosalie didn't answer but I could imagine her frown and the annoyance with which she would speak to my father. She followed my orders and was efficient, but she always got angry when my father called asking me for money.

"Why don't you just tell them to go to hell?" Alec asked, getting my attention. I leaned back in my seat and fixed my glasses again. They were falling off too much.

"They're my parents." Alec snorted and snarled.

"He is just the fucking sperm donor, and your mother is a fucking incubator brother. You've paid them your whole life with every fifty thousand dollar check you write them every fifteen days." Yes, that was fucking true, yet I still had to keep up with their bullshit. After saying what was on his mind Alec turned to leave, but I stopped him first, accusing him.

"I pay you three hundred thousand a year plus commissions and I don't hear you complaining."

"I'm your fucking agent Cullen. I make you famous, I bring you profits and then I make a commission on those profits," Alec replied, smiling wryly. I shrugged my shoulders because he was right. I looked at him and decided to change the subject.

"What about the choreographer you need?" Alec's eyes lit up devilishly, just as his smile widened when he answered me.

"I've got someone in mind, I'm just going to talk to Jenks about checking her out. I might get a good shag before midnight like the divine Cinderella." I rolled my eyes, still his words caught my attention and I asked.

"Who will it be this time?" Alec smiled openly.

"Have you been to The Doll's Salon?"

"Do I need to know what this place is? -I asked, Alec instead sat down and took out a flyer from his jacket, extending it to me. I took it and opened it, as I was very interested in something new. There was a shadow of a woman dancing on a pole, the flyer was advertising that place and it was obvious that it was not a healthy place. I pushed it away from me and denied, being quite clear.

"I will not allow a pole dancer in my company." Alec looked shocked and I crossed my arms, feeling bad for judging the girl Alec had chosen without knowing her, but being clear about my position.

"In the first place, in that show there are fifteen girls under the command of only one. They call her the angel. She's blonde, blue-eyed and quite striking, at least that's what my associates have told me. I don't know if she's a pole dancer, Edward and don't judge her. I've heard that she's good at cutting the balls off big mouths. The girl has a good reputation, that's all I know about her, that's why I want to talk to Jason." I looked at him for a long time before I relented. I would give her a chance. I nodded and returned my gaze to the statements Rosalie had given me from the company's productions. Alec took the hint and left, but still, I couldn't help but look at the paper again.

The Dolls' Salon… I might take a ride to meet that blonde, after all it wouldn't hurt to refresh my eyes with half-naked women dancing. I smiled and put the paper back in its place.

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"It is interesting what you can find out if you do a little research," said Alec catching my attention. He had given me the news that he had hired the dancer, even Rose had praised Alec saying that the girl was smart. I downplayed his monologue and Alec interrupted me when he put his laptop in front of me and hit play on a video. I instantly recognized the blonde, blue-eyed woman.

Renée Swan. One of my father's ex-lovers.

"I thought that woman was dead," I said focused on the image of that woman dancing on the laptop. Alec shrugged and my stomach twisted in disgust at his next comment.

"She had a daughter. The girl is more than beautiful and, as a worthy daughter of her mother, a whore.

A daughter. Renée Swan had a daughter. A girl who could be my sister.

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"The girl Alec hired is coming today. It would be nice of you to go introduce yourself." My throat tightened when Rosalie said that. I denied and adjusted my glasses, looking at various papers, pretending it wasn't important even though my subconscious questioned if it was.

"Edward?" I looked up and sighed defeatedly.

"Yes Rose, I'll go meet her." She smiled and we were interrupted by a knock at the door. Jason Jenks, my family's lawyer, walked in and smiled at Rosalie, who frowned.

"Jason what... surprise. Is something wrong?" Jason looked sideways at me and I shook my head. Rosalie didn't notice and the old fox evaded her easily.

"Nothing to worry about, Mrs. Cullen." Rosalie got up from her chair and quickly left us alone, claiming that Emily was a prejudiced bitch.

She was right, that girl had a big mouth and was always badmouthing people she thought were beneath her. She was doing her secretarial job well, but I had been on the verge of firing her when she said my godfather was nothing like his godson. How could we be anything like each other? Carlisle Masen and I were different, even though he was my mother's brother and, at the same time, my godfather. Jenks spoke first.

"I talked to your mother, she wants you to go to a dinner next week, Lauren Lefevre is coming from Paris." I sighed. That was what I was missing, having a young, dumb woman, just like my mother, next to my old mother who thinks she's young.

"I'll think about it," I muttered in annoyance. Jason leaned back in his seat and made that face he used to make when he was about to give a report, all professional.

"Well, you called me and told me that you think you have a half-sister, daughter of your father and Renne Swan. Why do you think that is, Edward?" I frowned at his reassurance, as I couldn't even breathe easy at the possibility. I had enough on my plate with Emmett to deal with pink panties and pink skirts, pink miniskirts. That doesn't sound so bad, nor would it sound so bad if the fucking girl wasn't my sister.

"My dad bragged at a party. That was too many years ago and I believed him. He..." I kept silent, and sighed heavily. Jason knew my father. They had practically been born in the same golden or shitty barnyard, but both of them, growing up, had gone their separate ways. My father had married to be a millionaire and Jenks, on the other hand, studied and became a millionaire through his own law firm.

"Renne Swan was a very upstanding woman, despite dancing in a sleazy club. She was very polite, Edward. The girl is not your sister because Renne already had that girl and besides she refused to be Anthony's mistress and I think that hurt his ego. Still, when he had the chance, he spread the rumor and made the mistake of doing it in front of you. You were a kid who didn't know what your parents could really do to get attention." A weight too heavy left my shoulders and I didn't know why, but I breathed easy again. I felt bad and even ashamed. I had hated Renne Swan because I thought she had been the beginning of my father's mistresses but she had been a woman who hadn't wanted to succumb to his stupid charms. My father could become charming and make women do what he wanted, but only when he wanted to be.

Jason left and I dove into the internet. There were videos of Renée and Isabella. Isabella was beautiful despite wearing a wig and contact lenses and even false eyelashes. You could see little of her face, as they had taken the videos in a dark area. What color would her eyes be?

The hours passed quickly, so I gathered my things and headed out to meet Isabella Swan. And what a way to meet her. I ended up head first at her feet, and then I really saw the reason my father had spread such a rumor that Renne Swan was his mistress. The woman standing in front of me was beautiful, more than beautiful, a mesmerizing woman. Isabella Swan had captivated me.

"Oh shit, he's beautiful!"

Beautiful? I looked back to see if she hadn't made a mistake. No, she was looking at me. She had wonderful chocolate colored eyes, her eyelashes were striking and very long and her hair was beautifully brown, a little messy, but very beautiful. Her nose invited you to kiss her, her lips were sensual and her cheeks invited you to be tender.

"What?" she asked with an adorable blush. A very pretty girl approached her, she was black-haired and petite. Fuck, I'm getting queer.

"When you want to meet a girl tell me bro, don't fall at her feet because it's stupid," said Emmett. Stupid, he was right, I couldn't go back in and be seductive anymore. I frowned at the thought, fixed my glasses and let go of Emmett's grip. She considered me beautiful, not seductive or sexy. I listened to her as she said in a thin, delicate voice.

"Tell me I didn't say it out loud."

"Do you really want me not to say it?"

"Fuck you, you little fuckin' midget!"

"You're terrible at saying compliments, Angel, you need lessons." Angel, the nickname suited her just fine. She commanded and earned the girls' respect. Admirable. Another quality to add to a list I didn't know I had suddenly made.

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I saw her dance and it was amazing, all of her. Her hips, her passion, the way she moved, that dedication that she had.

I found myself visiting the club and I hid so she wouldn't see me. Why did my heart jump out of my chest when I saw her dance?

"She's pretty, isn't she?" asked the blue-eyed blond who was serving drinks at the bar. I nodded and smiled without answering, he spoke again.

"Bella is a wonderful, wholesome girl among this pile of crap. She's one of the few who won't do sexual favors, unless you're that guy in the Captain America movies. I've heard her sigh for him many times." Chris Evans was a lucky bastard.

"Do you know her well?" I asked, the man put down the bottle of rum and extended his hand towards me, introducing himself.

"I've been here two years and she's been dancing for five years. I'm James, James Wallace. You seem to be new here, I haven't seen you before."

"I'm Edward." I didn't say my last name and he didn't ask. The show ended and I disappeared from the bar. I didn't want anyone to see me, even though it would be hard to be seen, as the place was crowded.

Finally a chapter from Edward's POV. What do you think? Also, thank you for your comments. I'm glad you liked yesterday's chapter :)