Chapter 3

Cafecito

A/N

I hope everyone has a Happy Easter! I'm not doing much…just the usual family bull shit. But I am always thankful for a three day weekend! Every weekend should be a three day!

Thank you for the reviews! They were the silver lining in my shit storm of a week! SWAK! I LOVE you guys!

My purvy little brain loves dirty Edward! BUT Again, I know that this story may not appeal to everyone and I strongly advise sensitive readers to skip this story and move right along. And if you're not of age….well, shame, shame - you know your name.

XO

CoMekiTtY

"Where have you been?"

I raise my eyebrow at my father.

You look like shit, Edward!"

I was at Bella's until the early sun had begun to creep through the flimsy blinds; she had long since fallen asleep but I couldn't bring myself to leave. I was hoping that this James prick did decide to pay a visit to Bella. It'd be the last thing he'd ever fucking do. At least that's what I told myself. And that was partly true. Fuck that was mostly true. The other part was confusing.

I found myself just sitting there watching her while she slept; she looked fucking adorable curled up on the couch in her striped pajama pants and oversized t-shirt. And for no fucking reason at all - I just didn't want to leave.

"So I look like you – is that what you're saying?"

My father gave my cheek a pinch and then a quick smack. "This one…always the smartass."

"Smart? Yeah –definitely. You looking for an ass? That's Emmett's title."

I walk across the kitchen and bend down to give my mother a kiss on the cheek.

Emmett had a lot of explaining to do. I would have asked Bella what Emmett had to do with this crazy shit – but she was fucking spent. I would get my answers eventually. Whether from her or my ass of a brother… it didn't really matter.

What I did know was that Bella called for Emmett and for once he kept his dick in his pants and his hands in his pockets. Not that he wasn't capable…I've seen him lose it with the girls down at the club enough times to not put it past him. From her hesitant answers I also knew that Bella had told me far more than she wanted to – and I decided to leave her be for the time being. It killed me seeing Bella like that. Those purple bruises on her soft skin… that was just fucking wrong. She's the mother of his kid…this is what I can't wrap my mind around. Where I come from you protect the women in your life; your mother, your sister, your wife…the mother of your kids…these are the women that count. A stand-up guy protects the innocents. If the time came for the extermination of a member you handled it professionally. And that makes women and children off limits – always.

There's not a lot that goes down without me knowing about it. I own these streets and I protect what's mine. That's just good business and part of the job. Of course that protection comes with a price. In this business everything is about money…and that's where it gets fucked up because this time it's not. It's not about the fucking money. This was about something more. This is about doing what's fucking right.

"Speaking of Emmett…where is my ass of a brother?"

My mother set the morning paper aside. "He and Rosalie went car shopping."

"Yeah? What'd he do now?"

My mother swatted my arm with her paper. "Oh, hush you. Can't a husband buy his wife a car?"

"A husband? Yes. But this is Emmett. So what'd he do?"

My father cleared his throat and smoothly changed the subject. I guess my mother either didn't know or more than likely my father didn't want her to know. Either way the subject was dropped.

I watch my father adjust the knot in his tie. "Alice is coming for dinner. Jasper has to work late at the office tonight. Why don't you join us?"

I picked up an apple and bit down. "Dinner?" I took a moment to mull it over and chewing between words, "What time?"

"Edward," my mother scolded, "don't talk with your mouth full." She frowned and poked me in the shoulder. "That's rude."

Slicking back the sides of his hair with his palms Carlisle shrugged into his jacket. "Seven."

My mother turned from the sink and dried her hands on the dish towel. "Crostini with pan roasted tomatoes. Chicken Scaloppini with spinach and linguine. A nice salad." Her voice trailed off as she walks over and pats my cheek. "You should come dear." Her small thumbs pull down on the sensitive skin below my eyes. "Aren't you feeling well? You look tired."

I take my mother's hands and set them at her side.

"Seven works." Looking down to check my watch – it's really no surprise that I had burned up half the day already. "I better go now then. Some things I gotta get done today." I bend down and kiss my mother good-bye. "I'll see you later." She leans her head against me and reaching up she pats my cheek again. "Sure honey. I'll see you later."

Following Carlisle's lead we walk out to my car.

"Your brother? He tell you 'bout this thing…" he waves his hand in the air.

I nod.

"…and what do you think?"

I was honest with Carlisle. I told him that it wasn't something he needed to worry about. I had some guys looking into it and they'd let me know.

What he did need to fucking worry about is Emmett. Holding back shares is also a reflection on the family. Respect isn't something that's given freely; respect is earned. Respect is also directly related to reputation. Build up the rep that you're a stand-up guy and respect will come. You want respect you do the right thing; you be a stand-up guy. There are three lessons I learned early in life. 1. Keep your mouth shut. Don't say nothing unless you have to. 2. Never fucking lie. Stick to what you know. Talking crap don't impress no one. 3. Know who you friends are. Pay your respects cuz greed won't get you far out here.

I head back to the club and lock myself in my office. I feel restless and can't seem to stop tapping my phone on my desk. I keep thinking about Bella. Fuck! That seems to be all I can do lately and I find myself dialing Jake's number.

He answers quickly.

"Yo! What's up Skip?"

I felt some relief when Jake confirmed that Bella was doing ok. Well… as well as could be expected is how he put it. Last night, I was really torn. I kept wondering what the full extent of her injuries were and I had half a mind to just ignore her and take her to the damn doctor anyway.

Jake said that James hadn't made any appearances today and Bella just seemed…quiet. When I asked him what the fuck that meant he just said less jumpy and no fucking river O'tears. So I guess quiet is good. At least there's no tears with quiet.

Jake said she hadn't said any more about last night. That was a bit disappointing. I was hoping she might open up more with Jake. She was also less than thrilled to be going phone shopping. Jake's exact words were 'fucking pissed'. I laughed and thought to myself 'too bad.'

It didn't sit well with me that Bella didn't have a cell phone. Everyone had a cell phone – fuck even my grandmother had a cell phone. When I asked her why she didn't have one it seemed like a logical question to me. I felt like shit for asking when she said she simply couldn't afford one. She said it like it was the most obvious thing in the world too and I almost expected her to add 'duh' at the end and roll her eyes.

Well that was gonna fucking change. Today.

I was glad I had the foresight to read the names on Bella's mailbox last night because I phoned Verizon this morning and had Bella Swan added to my policy. They were to charge the phone she picked out to the card I had on file. Then I instructed Jake to drive her to the store and pick out a phone of her choice; my only condition was that - that GPS receiver shit was an available service on the phone she chose. I don't know why. I had that shit on my phone and it just seemed like a good idea.

I scribbled Bella's new number down on a napkin and after hanging up with Jake, programmed it into my own phone.

Leaning back in my chair I debate calling Bella. Hearing my name on her tongue is something I could get used to. I light a smoke and decide to send a text instead. Not really sure what to send – I decide keeping it simple was best.

Hey! -E

Satisfied, my fingers press the send button – …There you can't get much simpler than that.

Like a fucking pussy I grin from ear to ear when my phone chimes so quickly with a reply.

Hey, yourself! BTW u r in BIG trouble! -B

BTW? -E

By The Way… -B

I found myself amused – picturing a little kitten preparing to attack thinking they were more like their larger cousins of the jungle. Fucking adorable.

Really I didn't have to ask, I knew she was pissed about the phone. The truth was I just didn't feel like letting her go yet.

Trouble? –E

Yes! This phone...! -B

Bella angry is really quite a sight. When the light catches her eyes they sparkle with a life of their own and a light pink tints her cheeks. Last night she was mad at something stupid that I said and I couldn't help but wonder how far past her shirt collar that blush runs.

U seem 2 B making great use of it! -E

U R an ass! –B

I've heard that before… -E

I bet! -B

Smiling to myself, I put my phone away when I hear the knock at the door. I looked at my watched and figured it was Laurant – late as always. You want to meet with Laurant in an hour? You tell him to show up in a half hour…and you may get lucky. He was the slowest mother fucker. But he was thorough about his work and that was what fucking counted. Took it seriously and was meticulous as shit. I normally would have used Jake – but his services were already in use.

He strolls to the far chair and lights a smoke. "What's up?"

"I got something for you."

"Whatcha need, Boss?"

I told Laurant that I wanted information on Bella Swan. Anything he could locate. I also wanted information on a James. I didn't have his last name. I was hoping Jake would have been able to get that piece of information but Bella seemed to be finished talking. I told him to look through Bella's information and see if a James comes up.

"I want to know everything…where he eats, where he sleeps, where he works…. Fuck!…" I rake my hands through my hair and feel my eye beginning to twitch. "where he shits, where he fucks…" I point at Laurant with my middle and index fingers, "he doesn't fucking move unless I know about it."

Laurant blows a cloud of smoke in the air and looks back at me. "What's going on, Boss?"

"Nothing. You just get me what I asked for."

"You got it, Boss." He stubs out his smoke in the ashtray and heads for the door. "Hold it." Laurant freezes at the door and turns back to me. "One last thing…this is between you and me. You don't need to talk to anyone else about it." Laurant nods his head in agreement as he opens the door. "Yeah, ok. Give me till the end of the week. See what I can come up with."

I wave him off with my hand as I look down at my vibrating cell. I can't help the little bit of disappointment I feel when I see it's not Bella. The screen flashes Tanya's name and I consider pressing the F.U. button and ignoring it.

Tanya used to be a dancer here at the P&P and man did she pack the house when she worked. All kinds of guys would line up to see her shake her ass and bounce her tits – not that I was complaining. Happy and horny customers were spending customers. I lost a lot of fucking money when she up and quit.

"Hello."

"Hello, Edward." She purrs through the phone.

"Tanya." That was the only greeting she'd get from me.

Tanya is a flight attendant and no doubt helping the airline promote their frequent flyer specials while making the exclusive mile high club a little…. less exclusive.

"I was in town for a few days and thought I'd give you a call…." She giggles. "remember the last time I was in town, Edward?"

Tanya is fucking sexy as hell. She has a smokin' body she knows how to work and is one fuck-awesome lay. Above all that shit though, Tanya is convenient. I didn't have to fucking take her out and bring her flowers and all that other bull shit…we just fucked. She liked it rough and she liked it raw. Fuck shrinks. Having my dick buried in her pussy… that was some good fucking therapy. Tanya is one of the lucky few that have received repeat performances.

"Tanya, get to the point." I don't try and hide my annoyance.

"Well, I thought if you weren't busy tonight…" Her breathy voice trails off.

Briefly I consider taking Tanya up on her offer. It's been a while and fuck…I really could use a release. I picture a naked Tanya sprawled out on her bed; legs spread and already wet for me.

"Not tonight." I don't offer any excuses.

"But Edward…I'm lonely, " she pouts.

"Then by a fucking dog." It was rude but I didn't give a fuck about it.

"You sound stressed, Edward. I could help you…"

Pinching the bridge of my nose I cut her off right there. "I said no. Look, I gotta go."

"Well…will I see you before I leave?"

Truth is Tanya doesn't hold any interest for me. The saying…'been there – done that' just about sums it up. At one point or another I have filled every single orifice she has to offer and wasn't interested in a sloppy repeat. My dick twitches when the mental picture I have of Tanya morphs into Bella straddling my face. Why drink fucking spoiled milk when you can have the good shit, right?

"Tanya…look I can't talk now. I gotta go," and I hang up before she can argue.

Tanya is the only one that could turn loving into a lucrative business. Tanya's something equitable to a chamber of commerce club. She's a revolving door of green men who need a quick lesson and a good time. She prefers to reward the business of oldies but goodies and occasionally she hands out a fucktard of the year award; which means you get the privilege of being the biggest spender with the wettest dick.

Don't get it twisted, Tanya wasn't a prostitute. Prostitutes clock in and get paid by the hour. Though somehow Tanya managed to put her own twist on it and like I said, turned loving her into a lucrative business. It was almost laughable if not cryable; all these green, wet behind the ears virgin fucks that poured all their hard earned dividends into the competition of buying Tanya the fastest car or the shiniest baubles in hopes of winning that fucktard of the year prize; which was nothing more than a couple of hours, a dry wallet and a wet dick.

I myself never had to play that part. You see if by fate Tanya weren't a woman, she'd be my biggest competition. Emotionally devoid of any sentimental attachment with a business mind that was talented enough to understand that there are two main priorities in life….number one: having cold hard cash and number two: having a good time. And a good time was an even better time if it wasn't your cold hard cash paying for it. I on the other hand have been around the block…shit I've been around the world enough to know you don't need to pay to have a good time. You just need to be good at what you're doing. Work smarter not harder.

So while all these virgin fanooks whose only sexual experience was tugging their own dick in a tube sock while their mothers are baking apple pies…I was versed enough to know that when it comes to women – one shot of cream is ok, two shots is acceptable…and three shots means you get it for free. And after having all those googly eye fucks lay nothing more than uncoordinated handfuls of thumbs on a finely tuned machine…eventually that machine wants a mechanic. I think of myself as Tanya's hiatus with a hard-on.

My dick is straining against my jeans thinking about the last time I got my cock wet. I can't remember a name or even a face; just the long brown hair that I had been yanking up and down the length of my dick.

I can't say I've ever had a type; blue eyed blonds, green eyed gingers, brown eyed brunettes…a little of this a little of that - whatever. Women are all basically cookie cutters; some may have better icing of course….bigger tits, tighter body…basically just a different face with the same paste. But bite for bite it's always the same damn thing. So you break off a piece have a sample and have enough respect to leave some for the next guy. Though lately I can't seem to scratch this itch I have for brunettes. Earlier in the month I had been balls deep in a whole string of brunettes; each one a carbon copy of the next…big tits, tight ass and ready to fuck. So yeah, I guess I do have a type and they were exactly it. But each time I blew my load I came away feeling… less than satisfied and wanting something more; although the expression I left on their faces told me they felt otherwise. Yeah, I was that good.

I knew where this itch came from too. Bella. I can't seem to get her out of my mind. Shit, all the brunettes in the city and I can't even fuck her out of my mind. There's just something hot about that innocence she has and I have this fucking need to corrupt her. To fucking make my claim on her and devour her whole. Could I?

My mind wandered back to Tanya. She was hot; from her fake tits to her fake red hair and fingernails. But I can't deal with her fucking mouth…at least when it's not wrapped around my dick. All Tanya could talk about was herself. And that laugh? Fuck, just put a bullet in my head now. A quick fuck with Tanya was not worth that shit.

"Hey little bro!"

Emmett rolls in through the door and plops in the seat in front of the desk. He leans back and rests the back of his head against his laced hands.

I'm done waiting. I want some fucking answers.

"You wanna tell me why some fucking chick from the café is calling for you on my phone?"

I listen to Emmett's half-assed explanation and shake my head at his asinine antics. "You're a real piece of work. You know that?"

"Yeah…but she called you, right?" He gives me a wink.

"Yeah she fucking called me alright." I slam my hand down on the desk and lean forward in my chair. "She was beat to shit and too scared to go home."

"Jesus Christ! What the hell happened, Edward?"

At this point, I'm fairly sure that this isn't Emmett's handiwork. I open my mouth – then thinking better of myself I close it again. My mind goes back and forth…fairly sure isn't fucking certain. And fuck that - I wanted to know. "I could ask you the same thing."

Emmett puts his hands out and his eyes widen with my accusation. "Whoa, back the fuck up there, Edward."

I took the time to clue my dip shit of a brother in on the fucked up shit that was dropped in my lap last night and Jake's current whereabouts. He listened attentively and offered to help if he could. When I eyed him skeptically he confirmed that he had nothing to do with Bella. I knew he was being honest. Emmett would tell you like it was – he could give a fuck whose feelings got hurt.

I respected the sincerity in my brother's concern. I really do love that big fucking ox. That's how my brother is. Sure he's a pig and a hard ass but he'd give you the shirt off his back if you asked.

"So, I hear the Mrs. got a new car?"

Emmett looks down picking at some non-existent fuzz from his pants. He clears his throat and mumbles something.

"What was that?" I use my zippo to light a smoke. "Quit fucking mumbling?"

He stills his hands before he answers. "You know the tickets I fucking bought for our vacation?"

Blowing a cloud of smoke toward the ceiling I lean back in my chair. I had to think back a minute.

"The ah…what the fuck is it…the…ah Bora Bora tickets? Ok – yeah?"

Emmett snorts, "Fucking Aro."

I raise my eyebrow in amusement. "What does fucking Aro have to do with your tickets?"

"You know you're a real prick." He pauses before continuing.

"I lost them in a card game." He shakes his head from side to side. "Rose was fucking pissed. I thought she'd cut my balls off." He protectively cups his junk and raises his eyebrows. "Shit makes me nervous just thinking 'bout it."

I laugh at his joke. But all fucking jokes aside I knew for a fact that if Rosalie knew half the shit Emmett pulled, she'd take great pleasure in pounding a stake right through his chest…. but only after clipping his junk.

"Yeah you laugh now – you fucking prick. Wait till you're married – see how much you're laughing then."

Smirking I ignore the comment. Then changing my mind I toss out, "Married?" I snort and shake my head. "For what? So some fucking broad can run around with my name and spend more time in my wallet then on my dick? Fuck that!"

"Yeah, you keep saying that -"

I cut Emmett off and direct the conversation back to him and his gold digger of a wife. "So? You buy two more fucking tickets. What's the big deal?"

"What? You think I'm stupid? Lost our reservations too, place doesn't have another opening till next year. You believe that shit?"

"So you buy her a fucking car? You can't take her someplace else?"

"No, you dip shit. You fucking know how Rose is and you're asking me this?"

Yeah I know Rosalie. And the car was a good call. Losing the tickets was a dick move on Emmett's part and I'm surprised that a car was all it cost him this time. Goin' to Bora fucking Bora was all she's talked about for the last six months.

Heading out the door with Emmett my phone vibrates again. Tanya again….I internally roll my eyes. Opening the text I can't say I'm surprised when I find a naked picture of Tanya spread eagle; fingers pulling her bare and very wet sex lips a part. I scroll down to the message…See anything you like?

Well fuck me. And Yes, I fucking do.

I snap the phone closed and stuff it in my pocket. Debating now on dinner with my parents, I check my watch and mentally calculate the time it will take me to have her pressed against the wall and coming on my dick. I could always just say 'something came up'…and it'd be the whole fucking truth.

Glancing sideways at my pocket, Emmett asks, "Who is it?"

I roughly rake my hands through my hair. "Nobody," I reply flatly.

With his eyes lowered and eyebrow quirked he nods his head in my direction, "Don't look like nobody to me."

My brows furrow and I glower at Emmett.

His eyes widen and his hands come up defensively. "What? I was just thinking…"

"You think too fucking much." I shove his shoulder towards the door. "Just quit talking for once." I felt my phone go off again and didn't bother to look. I knew who it was gonna be. I run my hand through my hair. "Look I got someone I have to meet. You go on ahead without me."

Emmett's eyebrows furrow with his curiosity. "What's up?"

Well – if all goes as planned my dick for starters. I laugh and shake my head. "Nothing. I'll be there later."

Emmett replies with a knowing smirk. "Whatever you say, man."

I pull up to the Elysian hotel and skip the valet parking. Taking out my zippo, I light a cigarette and let my head fall back. I roll my smoke between my fingers before taking a last drag and flicking it out the window. Breathing deeply and raking my hands over my face, I take a few minutes to clear my head before walking up to Tanya.

She answers the door with a wine glass in hand and wearing a white robe tied loosely at the waist. The terry material parts as she closes the door behind me, revealing ample cleavage and lacey red panties. Red lacey panties that scream fuck me…complete with a fucking black bow right above her pussy. I let out a groan thinking 'God, Bella would look so…' but quickly catch myself before completing that thought.

A smirking Tanya misinterprets my groan and advances toward me. "Mmmm, Edward," she purrs my name as she lightly walks her fingers up my chest. My eyes close as I try to force the images I have of Bella away.

She lets her fingers trail back down my chest keeping a light pressure with her middle finger then abruptly hooks them underneath the waistband of my pants before slightly pulling away from me. Her perfume is over powering and I can't help but feel relieved when she puts some distance between us. Its thick floral scent is sickly sweet and I fight back a sudden urge to gag.

Her thumb rolls small circles over my hipbone and her pink tongue moistens her over painted lips as she looks up at me through her eyelashes. "I thought you were too busy?"

Shrugging my shoulder I reply, "Turns out I'm not. Wouldn't be here otherwise."

Her head tilts and she raises her brow to my matter of fact tone. Turning away from me, I watch her hips swing from side to side in an over exaggerated swivel; she walks to the table and sets down her wine glass. Forcing myself to focus on the task at hand, my eyes slowly rake up and down her body. The confident smile that plays on her face tells me she's enjoying me checking her out.

"Come here," I demand. She dutifully obeys and letting out a sigh, she watches her hands running up my chest and across my shoulders. She brings her eyes to mine and purrs, "Mmmm, so where were we?" Closing my eyes and shutting out Tanya's over made face it isn't hard to imagine its Bella's hands exploring my body and for the first time since I walked through that door I feel my dick twitch.

She palms my shoulders and lets her hands run back and forth before letting my jacket fall to the floor. I feel her cheek graze my jaw as she whispers, "Since when are you so shy?" Disappointment clouds my vision when I open my eyes and they're not greeted with the innocent chocolate orbs of my fantasies. I swallow that thought. What the fuck is wrong with me? My eyes narrow and my jaw reflexively tightens.

Whether it was because I felt the need to prove something to myself or fucking Tanya I couldn't say but I will my hands to slowly pull the tie on her robe loose and slide underneath the thick fabric. Get it together for fuck's sake. I grab her hips and let my fingers press deeply into her flesh. I know I'm squeezing too hard but I can't seem to give a fuck. It wasn't like she was complaining…so fuck it.

She closes the distance between us and elicits a breathy moan as she pulls and sucks at my bottom lip. My hands move up and down her sides and I let my thumb graze the swells of her breasts. When she steps away my hands fall to my sides. Tanya shakes her head and leans in to nibble at my jaw. "There's time..." Her thumb slowly strokes my cock as she whispers, "This is about you." Tanya meant this as a turn on but I was honestly fucking relieved that I didn't have to touch her. And I don't fucking get it – Tanya is fucking sexy as hell; yet all I keep thinking about is being at Bella's last night. Last night my cock couldn't get any harder and I was just touching Bella's ankle for fuck's sake.

Tanya lets her robe fall to the floor and presses her body against mine. Ignoring the mental comparison to Bella's body pressed against me, I begin to walk backwards to the couch and abruptly sit when the backs of my legs meet the overstuffed cushion. She crawls into my lap and straddles me as she grinds her hips into my dick. Her lips descend on my neck and she licks and nibbles at the sensitive skin. My head leans into her hair and immediately I regret inhaling. The floral stench is like a fucking punch to the face and I have to lean back and rest my head on the couch to get away from it.

Sitting back, my hands continue to hold her firmly over my dick and guide her rolling movements. Her quick hands have unbuttoned my shirt and I hiss at the sensation of Tanya's long red fingernails lightly raking down my chest. She swallows her own moans as she kisses down my neck and over my chest pausing to swirl her tongue over each nipple.

Sliding her body against mine she slithers to the floor and kneeling between my legs she runs her hands back and forth from my knees to my hips. Her darkened eyes watch mine as she makes another pass up my thighs and runs her hand over my dick. My body has no reflexive response to her touch and I have to force my hips to press into her hand.

She unbuckles my belt and I lift my hips to help her slide my pants down. She climbs back into my lap and her hand greedily grabs my length. She pauses and leans into my ear, "God you make me so fucking wet." She removes her hand from my dick and slides it down her panties. When she brings her hand back up it's glistening with her juices. "See what you fucking do to me?" Her hand is slick with her moisture and it glides easily up and down the length of my dick. My mind was miles away by now. I kept wondering if Bella touched herself when she was alone. And what Bella looks like when she comes. And what Bella would taste like. Fuck! Again I try to relax and put the images of Bella aside as Tanya continued to work from my head to the base of my length using alternate hands for each stroke. Taking a few deep breaths to clear my thoughts I concentrate on Tanya's slow and smooth strokes. And what Bella would sound like screaming my name as we came together. My eyes snap open and I straighten my fucking stiff back. That's it I can't fucking do this shit.

Tanya gasps when I grab her arms and pin them to her sides. I lower my head and pinch the bridge of my nose. "Just stop."

She pulls away from me and scowls. "What the fuck is wrong with you?"

I can't even fucking look at her. I keep my eyes closed as I run the heel of my palm over my eyebrow. "Just…..just get the fuck up."

She leans in and whispers across my cheek, "Just relax baby."

That fucking perfume is going to make me vomit. Grabbing her arms I toss her off my lap. "I said get the fuck up."

She frowns and crosses her arms over her bare tits. "Hey, what the fuck?"

I stand and zip up my pants. I walk over to her robe and throw it at her. "Get fucking dressed."

She makes a fist and pounds it into the cushion of the couch. "You have some fucking nerve Edward!" Moving her arms back over her tits she sits up on her knees. "Where the fuck are you going?"

My fingers make quick work of buttoning my shirt back up. "Home." I sarcastically laugh. "To wash my fucking dick." Disgusted I look over at her and gesture toward her naked body with my hand. "Now wrap that shit back up no one wants spoiled leftovers."

She puts her arms in the sleeves and ties her robe tightly at her waist. Standing with her hand on her cocked hip she glares across the room at me and shouts, "I'm no fucking whore!"

"Yeah? Well in my book…" I shake my index and middle finger in her direction and sneer. "if you wear a whore's uniform baby, expect to be treated like a whore."

"Fuck you! You're an asshole!"

Slipping my arms in my jacket and narrowing my eyes I scoff, "Yeah, you'd like that wouldn't you?" Walking out the door I slam it shut just as she grabs the hotel's crystal vase of complimentary flowers and brings it over her head. The crash is deafening as it smashes into the back of the door. Good riddance - Crazy fucking bitch.

Yeah, fucking hiatus with a hard-on is what I am. Well fuck that! I'm not going to be anyone's vacation guy any more. I'm checking out. She's a stewardess…fuck, let her fly Virgin Airlines for the rest of her life. I laugh out loud thinking that 'I hear it pays well and she should fucking know too.' Fucking puttana.

Driving home to get cleaned up I have time to think about what happened. What the fuck? Why can't I get this girl out of my head? Bella was deeper in my head than I have ever been in Tanya's cunt. And for those of you that know Tanya – and I imagine I'm speaking to a thick audience – you can appreciate what I mean when I say deep.

To ward off the oncoming headache I down a couple Tylenol 3's before leaving for Carlisle's. Even after a shower and a change of clothes, I still can't get that fucking perfume stink out of my nose and that shit is just killing me. The Drive from my brownstone to Lakeshore Dr. doesn't take long. This time of the day most people are already home.

Esme and Carlisle live in Chicago's Gold Coast Neighborhood. He purchased their 1913 Benjamin Marshall luxury condo for just under four million. Bought the place from some CEO who's company stocks had bottomed out. The guy was in it up to his neck and couldn't afford the thirty G's a month to keep it. He needed to dump the place fast and sold below market value; 3.9 million. It was worth every fucking penny too; it was on the 8th floor and had a fuck-awesome view of the lake. At 4600 sq. feet the place was huge. I remember the realtor called it a fucking 'mansion in the sky' or some shit. Esme said she needed the room for all her future grandchildren and it's not like Carlisle would ever deny her. Though, at this point her only hope for grandkids was my sister, Alice. Rosalie didn't give a fuck about having kids and it wasn't like I had any fucking plans to settle down with a family and shit.

When I arrive, I find Emmett outside on his phone. He holds up his index finger indicating he's almost done.

"You just getting here now?"

"Yeah. Got caught up at home." He slips his phone in his pocket and smirks. "How's Tanya."

"She's one crazy bitch." That was all I had to say about that shit. Emmett laughs and pats my shoulder as we head up to Carlisle's.

Esme is in the kitchen smiling when we walk in. "I hope you two are hungry."

I'm fucking starving but even if I wasn't I'd never be a prick and decline; I'd eat it anyway. For one – the food is just that good. Two – it'd just be fucking rude – and Esme don't deserve that shit.

"Alice will be here shortly. She's coming with Rosalie. We can all eat when they get here." She shuts the refrigerator and sets down the produce on the granite counter top. "Carlisle's in the study with Marcus – you two go on. I'll call you when it's ready."

Emmett walks over to Esme and hugs her right off the ground. He sets her down and kisses the top of her head before he walks over to the island range and peaks under the lid.

Rolling his eyes to the back of his head, he inhales deeply and lets out a groan. Yeah, Esme's that good. Her culinary skills can rival that of any world renowned chef.

Esme was born in Italy and grew up speaking the language with her parents. At a young age her family relocated to Rhodes, Greece to capitalize on the many Italian business opportunities the location offered.

She grew up in Greece and refined her cooking talent, not in culinary school, but in the years she spent working in Italian kitchens beside her mother during her childhood.

Carlisle maybe the power behind the family – but Esme is the family's heart and soul. Esme has a heart of gold and she shares her life loving all those around her. Family and friends alike, it is impossible not to be awestruck by the sincerity of her kindness and generosity.

I give Esme a kiss on the cheek and follow Emmett to Carlisle's study.

"I don't give a fuck, AJ! You make them understand…," Carlisle hisses into the phone.

I tap on the door before letting it open. Carlisle looks up from his large desk and covering his phone with his hand, he mouths for us to come in; he gestures to the chairs indicating we should sit.

We nod a greeting to my uncle and sit quietly while Carlisle continues a heated conversation with Alec. Alec Demarco was a longtime associate to the family and part owner of J and P Warehousing. He 'encouraged' construction companies to come to him for equipment rentals...and with a little extra persuasion on our part, they did. It didn't fucking matter that AJ charged three times as much as his competitors; you make a fucking example of somebody once and people tend to remember. Of course what's right is right, so AJ pays his tribute by giving Carlisle his rightful share of the take….plus information that could bring in a buck.

He currently had a business tip that sung to the tune of two million dollars. McCormick Place was planning a trade show and would need a handful of forklifts to unload the exhibitions off the trucks. Alec had found himself with an opportunity to gain some inside information on competitor's bids when a consultant for an exposition firm was into the Voulturi Family for a debt of $350,000 grand. After a sit down and much to Carlisle's approval, Alec stepped in and offered to use his influence to intervene with the Voulturi Family. In exchange for his service Alec wanted the consultant to leak confidential information about all competitors bid's. This information could guarantee our bid was the best; ensuring acceptance. The contract was worth over two million. This was fucking big and Carlisle wanted that contract…at all costs. The consultant was not being cooperative and Carlisle's patience was wearing thin. Suicidal Mother Fucker. He really has no idea who he's fucking with.

I chuckle as Carlisle slams his phone shut. "AJ losing his touch?"

Carlisle snorts in response.

Marcus leans forward in his seat. "You believe this shit?" Tapping his middle and index fingers on the desk he looks between Emmett and me. "He doesn't get this straightened out? Better hope he's in the fucking circus 'cuz he's gonna be using his feet to jack off."

Emmett laughs through a smirk.

Frowning, Carlisle turns his full attention to Emmett. "What's your fucking problem?"

Emmett waves his hand to dismiss the question. "Nothing. Just made me think of something is all."

Marcus briefly looks at Emmett. "Well care to share with the class?"

Emmett shrugs his shoulder before answering. "Girl I used to know is all."

Carlisle and Marcus sit back in their chairs and share knowing smirks. "Ok? A girl you used to know…" Marcus prompted.

"Girl I used to know had the most un-fucking-believable feet…"

Interrupting Emmett's trip down memory lane, Marcus turns to look at Carlisle as his hand gestures toward Emmett's direction. "Feet? Is he fucking serious? Most men remember the pussy. This one? He remembers the fucking feet?"

Emmett answers for Carlisle. "Hey - you fucking asked and yeah I'm serious." He pauses with a shit eating grin plastered on his mug. "So yeah… She'd put on these fucking stockings…you know those flimsy fucking things women wear that come up to the thighs?" Shaking his head from side to side, he lets out a whistle. "Man, girls got some skills. She used those fucking feet of hers to fuck me dry."

Marcus laughs. "Dry fucking? What are you in sixth grade? Being cute and playing footsies under the table and shit?"

"No, I mean she fucked me dry…" Emmett makes a fist in the air and pumps it up and down. "I shot my load all over them. Fuck. She didn't even bat an eyelash…not only stained her stockings…"

Emmett lets out a satisfied chuckle, "…stained the damned table cloth too." He scoots back in his seat and holds his hands up. "Then get this. She didn't even give a fuck. She just slips those feet of hers back into her heels and sits there smiling sweetly at the waiter when he comes to take our order."

Chuckling, Marcus stands and walks over to pat Emmett's shoulder. "She hot?"

Emmett rolls his eyes to the back of his head and grabs his dick. "Marron! Big fucking titties like this…" Emmett uses his hands to create a very enjoyable visual. "…round ass," Emmett groans.

"What color hair?" Marcus asked.

It took Emmett a little bit to drum up that answer. "Blonde."

"Blonde huh?" Marcus nods his head in Emmett's direction. "You still got her number?"

"Fuck you." Emmett sits back and rubs his jaw – his thoughts are obviously elsewhere…still somewhere down memory lane.

Marcus holds up his hands; palms facing up. "What?"

"What do you mean what? You're fucking disgusting is what. I tell you I fucked this chick and you want to stick your dick in her?"

I laugh despite myself. "Anyone ever tell you – you're a sick bastard?"

Although I'm talking to Marcus, Emmett bats his eyelashes at me and answers. "Every day."

My uncle Marcus looks over at me with a scowl. "And what about you?"

Emmett lets out a laugh. "Eddie here is a pussy." Emmett raises his pinkie and wiggles it at Marcus. "Sitting around sipping iced coffees and shit."

"Will you shut the fuck up with that already?" I shove his big fucking arm. "You keep talking like that and I'm gonna cut your fucking tongue out and mail it to your wife."

"Chill the fuck out, Eddie!"

I jab my fingers in the air at Emmett to punctuate my words. "For the last time, cut the Eddie shit. That's not my fucking name."

Our conversation comes to an end when Esme calls us to dinner.

"I should go." Marcus shakes Carlisle's hand then turns to me and rests his hand on my shoulder. "Have Jake pay our friend a visit." He inhales deeply. "I'm putting out that kind of money – I want some fucking guarantees." Stepping closer, he grabs my jaw and looks me square in the eyes. "No more bull shit. Jake should…" He waves his hand in the air. "…do whatever's necessary." I nod in agreement and return my uncle's hug.

We walk into the dining room when I'm greeted by a blur of my sister. She throws herself at me, wrapping her arms around my waist and squeezes.

"Shit Alice!"

She loosens her death grip and scrunches her nose up as she smiles up at me.

"Sorry. Guess I'm just happy to see you."

I hug her back. "Yeah, I'm happy to see you too." I pat her shoulder and pull back jerking my head to the side indicating she should follow me. "Hey come on – let's eat already. I'm starving."

My sister takes a seat next to me and proceeds to pile up her plate while filling me in on her newest projects. Where somebody that tiny puts all that food…I'll never know. Alice is an interior designer at a company that has recently become quite the name in design. Her husband Jasper has to work a lot of late nights…comes with the territory…so I was glad she had something she loved to occupy her time. Worked out good too because Alice could create her own hours.

"So Edward…I was thinking that maybe you would let me…" her head bounces from side to side as her eyes trail towards the ceiling, "…oh…I don't know maybe redesign your bedroom?"

"No." And I was not giving in this time.

My mother sets her wine glass down and beams at Alice's suggestion. "Oh, Edward that would be wonderful."

"Look brother dear, I promise not to get too crazy. I'll keep it very simple…yet tasteful…"

Yeah right. Alice never keeps things simple and although she's just over five feet tall she can be a force to reckon with. I blame that shit on my parents too. Alice was the baby in a family of all sons – and growing-up they spoiled her rotten. Whatever Alice wanted…Alice got….and some things just never change.

"Let me think about that." I set my fork down and squint my eyes to mimic thinking it over. Playing with Alice a little bit I give her a big smile before letting my smile drop and answering, "Yeah, no way."

Rosalie picks up her glass and before taking a sip of her wine, "She really is wonderful Edward. She helped design our whole first floor."

Not doing a thing to hide the sarcasm laced in my voice, "Thanks Rose. I didn't know that."

Alice shrugs her shoulder, "Fine. Be that way then."

"Glad I have your permission, pix. I was planning on it anyway."

Dinner went on in the typical family friendly conversations. Upcoming anniversaries, vacations, and birthdays were all discussed between the mouthfuls of chicken and linguine. Then Esme managed to squeeze in that her niece had just announced that she was pregnant. She also, very casually, pointed out that her sister is younger than she is and is very much looking forward to becoming a grandmother.

Yeah, casually my ass.

I can't help but look over at Rosalie – who is now sitting a little stiffer and taking long sips of her wine. All talking ceased, the only sounds were the scrapping of silverware on the china. You could cut the tension in the room with a fucking knife.

Rosalie isn't into kids. She's into Rosalie. While I don't know Bella well, I can't help but think of the vast differences between her and Rosalie. Bella has gone to hell and back to keep herself and her kid safe from that prick James – of that I'm certain. She has no family left to help and yet, you can see the adoration in her eyes when she speaks about Adrianna. Her words aren't laced with regret or burden – and you know without a fucking doubt she would move mountains to keep that little girl safe.

Sometimes life just ain't fair. I look at Esme so eager for her oldest son to have a kid of his own. Then I think about Bella's kid and all she knows is Bella – and maybe that prick father of hers. No grandparents to take her places or to just spoil her rotten. Neither one deserved the hand they were dealt…and it just sucks.

Esme would never say so…but I'm sure she is more than a little disappointed in Rosalie. I think she imagined her relationship with Rosalie to be more like her relationship with my sister, Alice. Spending time with her in the kitchen and handing down her mother's and grandmother's recipes – in which one day Rosalie would do the same with her own daughter. Rosalie's idea of cooking is fucking dialing Mia Dona and paying extra for the no delivery policy to be over looked.

When my phone vibrates I half expected it to be Tanya again. Thankful for the distraction, I look at the screen and offer an apology to my mother before I excuse myself from the table.

I wasn't expecting to hear from Jake – and I know he's not calling to shoot the shit.

Walking back to the dining room I look up and see five sets of curious eyes. "I'm sorry – I gotta head out…there's something I have to take care of."

My mother's face turns into a cloud of disappointment. "Oh, Edward can't it wait?"

I shake my head. "No, it really can't."

I thanked my mother for dinner. I told my father that I'd have Jake give AJ's friend a little 'pep' talk in the morning. I said my good-byes to Alice and then Rosalie and Emmett – and then I left.

A/N

Should I hide?

Ok – well don't be too mad about Tanya. He really didn't do anything and it's not like he and Bella are together…yet. Plus it kind of had to happen in order for him to finally make a move with Bella – although this is Edward so don't get too excited cuz he may just need a little bit more time.

I'm not sure the whole Tanya thing came across the way I saw it in my head…but I tried and in the words of a very wise person…"it is what it is."

Please review….I'm totally not above begging. Happy words make my day like you wouldn't believe. Plus maybe Edward will deliver your very own iced latte to your door. YuMmY!

I really don't have a time line for updates. I post 'em as I write 'em. Work is a pain in my neck…so sometimes updates may seem far away. I do love this story though – so I will finish it.

Oh, I really have no reason for naming the chapters after coffees…I just figured it'd be better than chapter 1, chapter 2, etc. We'll see what happens when I run out of coffee names.

As always,

SWAK

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