This seems to be the only story I'm actually updating. The only reason that is, is because I've prewritten several chapters. My other stories I've been going chapter by chapter when I update. And yes, I know I suck! School has been super hectic this semester, stupid psy class.

Anyways, please enjoy!

Chapter Five – Quality Time

I started rubbing my hands over my face as I slowly woke up. The feeling of soft fingers running through my hair making it harder to wake up; it just felt so good. I opened my eyes to see Edward staring down at me.

I blushed, "Um, I'm sorry—,"

He smiled and pressed a finger to my lips, "You've done nothing wrong. No apologies needed."

I nodded and sat up, "What time is it?"

He checked his gold shimmering watch, "Almost four in the morning."

"Oh, I should be going. Alice is probably waiting on me." I said.

"She already left."

I looked at him, "She left? You talked to her?" I felt the color in my face drain. Did he—did he tell her anything?

"Yes, I had only left for a moment to make an announcement and we met up in the hallway. I told her I'd get you home safely. She was going home with my friend Jasper." He smiled.

"She went home with someone?" I asked.

"Mmm hmm," he hummed, "She seems like a very good friend."

"Oh, she is. I owe her my life. She's the only reason I came here tonight." I said.

"Really? Well, I'm very glad you came, and we were able to meet," he tucked a stray piece of hair behind my ear, "Why do you owe her your life?"

I shifted in his lap as I remembered that dark time. I shouldn't be spilling my guts to him. I barely knew him, and being burden with my life story. It's probably the last thing he wants to hear.

"Stop that," he said.

I looked up, "Stop what?"

"Downing yourself in your mind," he said, "I can see it every time you're insulting or doubting yourself. Stop that."

I blushed, "Y-You're a good reader."

He chuckled, "I can be. It helps when you're a Dom you can kind of figure out what your Sub is thinking. Now, why is it that you owe your life to your friend?"

"Well, w-when the six months were over I didn't have anywhere to go or any money, so, I had no choice but to live on the streets. I was homeless for a while, then Alice found me and that same day she moved me into her house, bought me clothes, fed me… I owe Alice everything." I looked down, swallowing back the tears that threatened to spill over.

"Y-You were… living on the street?" He was in shock, "How long?"

"I think like two or three months… Sometimes I stayed in the homeless shelter." I knew I was trying to make it sound better, so he'd stop freaking out.

"Where did you stay when you weren't at the homeless shelters?" He asked quietly.

"In alleyways, under bridges. One time a really nice store manager let me stay in storage room at night for a week, but, then the store owner found me and kicked me out."

He rolled his shoulders, "I really wish you didn't have too—," he sighed, "I'm just really sorry this happened to you." He kissed my forehead gently.

I shrugged, "It's my own fault, I should've done better research."

He shook his head, "It is not your fault. None of it was."

The corners of my mouth lifted in a small smile, "T-thank you."

"Bella, do you mind me asking you something… it's a little personal." He said.

I shrugged again, "Well, I mean, you're the only one I've ever told about… all this stuff."

"Really? I feel honored," He smiled, "But, were you a virgin when you were… when you were there?"

I blushed, "Yeah…"

He frowned, "How was that? Losing your virginity."

I looked away from him, feeling my chest tighten. I couldn't talk about that.

"I-I can't…"

"Okay, I'm sorry I brought it up," he said quickly as he pulled me into his arms.

"I-it's okay…" I shuddered, pushing the memory back down.

His hand rubbed my back soothingly. He kissed my temple lovingly.

"Are you hungry?" He asked.

"I-I'm fine, you've already done so much—," I said.

"Come on, let's go get some food." He stood, "What are you feeling? Italian? Mexican? Burgers? Sky's the limit."

"Really, I'm fine," I said, "I don't really have any clothes that are appropriate."

"How about I order in?" He asked, "Anything you like."

"I-I've inconvenienced you so much tonight, really, you don't have to do anything more for me." I said.

"Nonsense, it would be my pleasure," he said, "What would you like to eat?"

"Anything you'd like…" I hated being put on the spot.

"Now, now, don't be shy. Go ahead and pick." He sat down beside me, his cell phone in his hand.

"Um, spaghetti." I said in a quiet voice; spaghetti was my absolute favorite.

"Perfect, I like spaghetti," He punched a number on his phone and held it up to his ear, "John, will you go pick up to spaghetti's from Angelos?"

"Who's John?" I asked curiously.

"My assistant," he said, "What were you dreaming about?"

"Huh?" I asked.

"When you were sleeping what were you dreaming about?" He said, "You said that you were sorry, and you couldn't live with the embarrassment anymore."

I blushed, feeling it spread from my cheeks to my shoulders.

"Oh, um, I don't really remember." I lied quickly.

His frown deepened, "Are you sure?" Crap. He knew I was lying.

"Um, yeah, I-I don't remember." I said looking away from his eyes.

"Hmm, okay," thank god, he let it go, "That's John, lemme go get our food." He plucked me on the couch before walking to the door and getting the bag of food from his assistant. He sat the bags on the couch and started opening everything.

He handed me a Styrofoam box filled with steaming spaghetti. I stared at it, feeling somewhat self-conscious about eating.

"Don't be shy," He said through a mouthful of spaghetti, "Dig in."

I couldn't help by smile at his silliness. We ate in silence; I was grateful, I wasn't very good at normal dinner conversation.

When he finished, he tossed his trash into the garbage can. I sat my trash aside, somewhat afraid of moving from the couch.

"Bella, I do have something to tell you and I really hope you don't get mad at me."

"O-okay," it'd be impossible for me to get mad at him; even though he has been nothing but nice to me, I was still somewhat terrified of what he could do.

"Well, my friend is a dominatrix and she's the one who kinda got me into this lifestyle. I had told her about what happened to you, I thought she could help you."

I felt the color in my face drain, "You… told someone…"

"Yes, I'm so sorry Bella. I realized I shouldn't have told anyone. It wasn't my place and I'm feeling horrible about it. I should've have done that. Please forgive me." He said as he grabbed my hand.

I swallowed the hard lump in my throat. He told someone about me. I wanted to cry, but, I couldn't feel any tears. I looked away from him quickly, feeling overwhelmingly embarrassed.

"I'm so sorry, Bella," He said as he scooted closer, "I'm an idiot, a big dummy."

I snorted a giggle; I couldn't help but laugh at his silliness.

He smiled, "I am, really, a big dummy. I don't think ninety percent of the time."

Another giggle left my mouth, "You're not a dummy."

"Oh yes I am," his fingers found my side, digging in lightly as he tickled me. I laughed and fought against his hands. He immediately pulled away when I pushed his hands. I was glad that he respected my limits.

"Okay, um, please don't tell anyone else though. I just… I don't want people looking at me like I'm stupid." I said.

"Why would anyone think you're stupid?" He asked.

I shrugged, "I just feel like, the situation I was in was my fault. I didn't do any research it was my fault."

He shook his head, "No, it's not your fault. None of it was your fault. Stop thinking that."

I blushed, "Okay."

He smiled, "I know you probably won't but, I really hope you do. Because, it's really not your fault."

I nodded, "It's hard for me to think otherwise."

"Well, we need to work on that," he tapped my nose gently, "Have you ever looked into therapy? To help you cope?"

I shook my head, "I wouldn't know who to talk to about it. I just don't want to be stuck in another situation."

He tapped his chin, "My mother is a therapist. She works with patients who have PTSD and have been through all sorts of abuse. She's great, and she's helped so many people cope. I'm sure she'll help you too."

"I'm not sure… maybe later." I said.

"Of course, I'm not going to force you to do anything you don't want to do," He said, "But, if you want to call her, here's her card." He handed me a card with a name and work phone number on it.

I smiled, "Thank you."

He nodded, "So, it's getting pretty late. I need to close up."

"Oh, okay," I felt a little sad that I had to say goodbye, "I'll call a taxi."

"Absolutely not, I'm going to drive you home." He stood as he grabbed his shirt.

I sighed; I really didn't want to put on that skimpy dress. I would prefer to wear sweat pants and a loose T.

"Would you like something else to wear?" He asked, "I have some leggings and a huge sweatshirt." He said.

I bit my lip, "That sounds really nice. If you don't mind?"

"Of course not," He looked into his wardrobe, "Here you go." He tossed the clothing to me.

I changed quickly, finally feeling comfortable. I sighed in content.

"You ready?" He asked.

I nodded and smiled, following him out of his private room. He locked the door behind him. I had to wait for a moment while he kicked out a few lingering patrons. He locked up once we were outside.

He opened the door to a really nice SUV.

"This is your car?" I asked, somewhat dazzled by the expensive leather.

"Yes ma'am," he smiled, "Bought this baby when I cut my first check from the club."

I smiled, "It's really nice."

He chuckled, "Why thank you, sweetie."

Someone pointed out the fact that my grammar is shit. Yes, I know this. I just don't take time to go back and fix my mistakes. I am lazy, everyone knows this. If I went back and corrected everything, it'd take me literally forever to update. So, if you can't stand mistakes and stuff, my stories are not to read, I make very stupid mistakes because I am lazy and don't feel like correcting them.

But, if there's a really, really bad mistake to where you can't understand what I wrote, feel free to PM me and I'll fix it. Thank you thank you thank you!