THE OTHER WOMAN
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BELLA
July 19, 2015
I knock on the door twice and it swings open, revealing Riley standing on the other side, a boyish grin on his face and his blue eyes twinkling. He is dressed in a black sweater and dark wash jeans. I like that he isn't dressed up fancy because neither am I.
I am wearing a gray halter top and a pair of blue skinny jeans. I put my hair up in a messy ponytail and am trying to smile at him. I hope I am. He ushers me in and I take a look around his apartment.
It's a normal guy's apartment; hardwood floors, white walls and gray furniture. But, somehow the apartment still feels a little… cold. Like it is losing a touch of something warm. Maybe I'm just imagining it.
I always wonder what Edward's place must look like. Maybe it has a big pool and a giant living room with a big-screen TV, living in a mansion with all the luxuries one could possibly need.
I have to try to make the rent by the due date each month. But, I'm happy with my life. One shouldn't have regrets, eh? At least Riley's apartment is better than mine.
It's a two bedroom apartment and there is a cute round dining table in the space between the living room and the kitchen. It's an open kitchen! I love open kitchens. It's surprisingly not as messy as I thought it would be. But, I can see some things lying around. Never mind.
"I brought wine." I announce, making him smile.
"Why, thank you very much ma'am." He reaches over to take the wine, brushing his hand against mine in the process, making me feel uncomfortable.
"No problem." I mumble and let out a shaky breath.
Ever since the dream I had seven days ago, I've been a little cautious around Riley. Well, actually just once when we met for a quick cup of coffee on Wednesday. There is something about the way Riley looks at me, it's like he's possessive or rather jealous. And we're not even exclusive yet.
"I hope you like seafood."
"Of course, what are we having tonight?"
"Well, I made crab pot pie and a smoked trout salad, because you are a fan of salads."
I roll my eyes.
"Thank you."
He laughs and turns to make his way to the kitchen. I settle myself on the barstool that is the closest to him and watch him cook.
It's kind of hot to watch a guy cook. Speaking of hot, I wonder if Edward can cook. He can't bake, like he mentioned, but if he wasn't able to cook, he would've said, 'I can't cook', but he didn't. Which means he can cook. Wow.
Why am I thinking about Edward when I'm on a date with Riley?!
Yeah, I should focus on Riley. It's our third date. Maybe he expects us to have sex. Am I ready to have sex? It's been a long time, and I'm always ready to have sex! But, with Riley, I don't know.
Riley seems like a great guy but sometimes, I get negative vibes from him. Not like James. Ugh. I shudder internally thinking about him. It's best if I completely forget about him. The therapy sessions helped me a great deal four years ago, but he still comes barreling back into my thoughts every now and then.
"Bella?" I snap my head in Riley's direction. "What's wrong? You look a little lost."
"It's nothing, my mind just wandered." I shrug and he chuckles, turning back to the stove.
"Just give me five minutes, everything is almost ready." I nod and drum my fingers over the wooden table.
I have Edward's number, yet I never had the guts to call him or send a text. I know he is a busy man and maybe he has forgotten about me in a week. I mean it has been eight days since we last saw one another at the beer fest and eleven days since we first met. I'm already hooked on him though, barely getting his handsome face out of my mind.
Whereas, here I am, dating this amazing, smart guy whom I haven't had the chance to think about. Should I doubt myself? Am I the most horrible person on Earth? No, I'm just human. There is nothing wrong with me.
My phone rings in my purse and I stand up to walk over to the couch and answer it. My heart goes into overdrive when I see Edward's name flashing on the screen. He is calling me! Or just dialed my number by mistake?
I am more ecstatic about the call than I am about the date I'm currently having.
"Riley, I have to take this call." He nods and I make my way to the balcony he has through the French doors. I sit on one of the chairs and answer the call. Anticipation is clear in my veins to just hear his irresistible voice once.
"Hello?" I clear my throat, realizing my voice came out all scratchy.
"I'm sorry, am I disturbing you?" I have a splitting grin on my face, listening to his soft, velvety, concerned voice.
"If you were, I wouldn't be answering your call."
"Is that so? I'll have to keep that in mind the next time." I chuckle.
"Took you really long to call me, huh?"
"You had my number as well, Ms. Swan."
"Well, you must be really desperate to talk to me then." I say softly and hear him laugh on the other line.
"Something like that. Anything to get away from hearing about lipstick shades and shopping sales."
"Are you sitting around with a bunch of girls?"
"You can say that. It's a Sunday, what are you doing?"
"I'm waiting for dinner to be prepared."
"Your brother is cooking?" He asks curiously and I bite my bottom lip.
I wish it was you.
"No. Riley." I mumble and Edward remains silent. "How is your weekend going?" I try to change the topic because I don't like to talk about Riley with Edward. Especially with Edward.
"So far, it kind of blows. My brother-Emmett and his wife, invited us for dinner and I can't stand them talking about clothes. So I had to get away."
"Us?"
Of course it must be his perfect girlfriend.
"Uh, yes. Tanya and me." He doesn't sound too happy about it.
They were a couple. The perfect couple. Coming from rich, powerful families. Edward and Tanya must be meant to be together. They must look great together. I don't like the thought of that.
"Oh. It's a good thing she gets along with your family." He chuckles and it sounds a little strained.
"Rosalie and Tanya have been best friends ever since they were toddlers, and our family relationship with the Denalis goes back for decades."
"Wow, you're lucky you found a girl your family already knows then."
I swallow hard. I can't even imagine myself dating him anymore. I know on some level, Edward knows it as well. I will have to make my peace with the fact that Edward can only be my friend.
"Not everybody likes her. My siblings hate her. My driver hates her." I can hear his joy in that phrase. I chuckle, feeling myself relax a little. So the people he really likes hate Tanya.
"But your parents love her." I whisper and he sighs.
"That they do." There is a hint of resentment in his voice.
"Do you love her?" I breathe out and hear nothing on the other line.
"I really don't want to talk about it." "I know. Sorry. So, how is my brother doing at your fancy office?" Edward lets out a laugh and it sounds relieved. Maybe he is just as happy as me that we stopped talking about his girlfriend.
"He's doing just fine. Jacob is a bit overwhelmed right now and struggling a little but that's a given," I frown. Jake never mentioned this to me. "But there is nothing to worry about, it's natural and it'll take some time for him to settle in. Thank god, his boss is the best." That he is.
I chuckle. "You give yourself too much credit."
"I'm not his boss. I'm his boss' boss. But has he stopped talking about me?"
"Nope. Won't shut up about you. It's getting annoying."
"See? That's the effect I have on people. I may be cocky, but there is a reason."
"Hereditary?"
"Ah, no. Can't blame my parents for that, just myself."
"Well, not everyone talks about you." He gasps dramatically.
"You don't? I'm shocked to my very core."
"Why am I not surprised?"
"There is nothing surprising about me."
"Sure is, you like chocolate cheesecake." I hear him sigh on the other line.
"Hey, now. It's not that bad." I giggle making him chuckle. "Alright, but it's really not that shocking."
"When was the last time you had a chocolate cheesecake?"
"Let me think," He mutters, seeming thoughtful. "I don't remember actually, it's been a long time."
"Wow, I thought you must be eating a slice every month."
"I'm not obsessed with it, there are other things keeping me preoccupied."
"Hmm. You should go; it's rude to leave dinner guests unattended."
"Well, I like talking to you," I grin. "Oh, do you have to go? Renley must be waiting." I roll my eyes.
"It's Riley, you know it." He laughs.
"I'm sorry, must be all the wine."
"Or just your cockiness."
"You really have a problem with me, don't you?"
"If I did, I wouldn't be talking to you."
"That's true."
We both remain silent, not speaking a word, but I can hear his breathing on the other end of the line and I'm sure he can hear mine as well. I haven't been this relaxed the entire week. Just fifteen minutes of conversation with Edward and I'm alright.
It's wrong on so many levels.
I close my eyes as a warm breeze passes and smile. Summer is finally here and the nights couldn't feel any better. Warm breezes and a sky full of stars are the best part. Tonight, they are twinkling, shimmering positive thoughts just to lighten the turmoil in my head.
"Is it weird that we are much more comfortable talking alone like this rather than with people around?"
"It's not weird," He says softly. "It's different." Good different. New different.
"Yeah, I hope you had your dinner."
"We finished our appetizers, you?"
"Riley is cooking; I think it's almost ready."
"Oh, he can cook."
"Most certainly, but I have no idea how well. I'll find out tonight."
"Me too." He mutters under his breath. "Riley doesn't like restaurants?"
"He insisted but I said no. I'd rather sit at home in a comfy place than dress up to go eat food." Edward chuckles.
"Intriguing. Possibly the first woman I've heard say that."
"I'll take that as a compliment."
"It is one."
I hear footsteps approaching and my heart sinks. "Bella, sweetheart dinner is on the table." I put my hand over the phone and turn to Riley, giving an apologetic smile.
"I'm sorry, I'll be right there." He smiles, giving me a slightly strange look and turns to walk back to the kitchen. I let out a sad sigh and hold the earpiece close to my ear.
"Hey, I'm sorry. I have to go, but we'll talk later."
"Of course, sorry I kept you from dinner. I'll see you around then. Good night, Bella."
"Good night, Edward. Have a lovely evening."
"I'll try to." He says sourly and I chuckle. "You too." I'll try as well.
"Bye." I whisper and end the call.
I take a deep breath and place a smile on my face, dreading this evening for some reason. I stand up and make my way back inside the apartment. Why am I on a third date with Riley? I don't know.
"Who was that?" Riley asks curiously as I settle myself on the chair. I smile thinking about Edward.
"A friend. Had to get away from his girlfriend." He frowns and I wonder what happened so suddenly. Damn, I think I shouldn't have mentioned the word 'girlfriend'.
"Oh? What's his name?"
"Edward."
"Hmm." Riley finds me staring at him which makes him recover his expression. "Oh, I'm sorry I zoned out. Try the salad, please."
"Well, everything looks delicious."
"I ordered hazelnut cake for dessert, I knew you wanted to eat it at the restaurant, but I had to leave."
Riley is thoughtful as well.
"You're so sweet. Thank you. And yes, I did like it there." He chuckles.
"That's what I imagined."
Riley is not perfect but he is pretty much someone I could commit my time to.
The chilly, warm air envelopes me and I feel a pair of arms on my waist. I can't cringe, they aren't hurtful, but they aren't inviting either. We aren't even a couple. I don't call him my boyfriend, I won't. I just don't feel the connection. Like the one I have with Edward. But, oh well, he has a girlfriend! I know he can't get out of the relationship. Riley is a great guy but if we break up, it might affect his relationship with Ben and Angela. He has been their friend for two to three years now.
I can see the Needle from the balcony and the tall buildings, glistening in the dark night. It's very noisy and busy around the area but I can't blame the people, it's Sunday. I would prefer being away from the crowd though.
I love the hustle and bustle but it's been way too long since I have lived like this. I need a change and it has to be soon. All I need to do is start saving money. I don't have to worry about Jake anymore, now that he has a job. If I save enough over the next fifteen months, perhaps, I'll be able to get an apartment outside of the city.
"Why are you so quiet tonight?" Riley asks softly and I sigh.
"I probably had too much wine." He chuckles.
"You look great tonight."
"Why, thank you. You look very handsome." I smile and he turns me in his arms, my back resting against the banister of the balcony.
"Thank you."
He leans forward and I close my eyes as his lips brush against mine. He sighs softly and wraps his arms around my waist, pulling me closer. I part my lips to kiss him back and I can't help feel how rough his kiss is.
We have shared a couple of kisses since we met but I think, he is wondering if tonight I will have sex with him. I wouldn't mind plus just thinking about Edward being with his girlfriend makes me feels even lonelier.
I wrap my arms around his neck and pull his face close to mine, my heart betraying my body's desire. It's been so long since I had sex and Riley is not that bad. How long am I going to use Joe, my toy for orgasms?
Riley presses kisses against my neck and they aren't as desirable as Edward's hot breath against my neck but close. Yeah, he'll do. I sigh when both the air and his kisses hit me, making him pull back to look at me.
"Should we take this inside?" His impish smile is adorable and yet there is something so triumphant in that grin of his. Like he has been waiting for this all along. That almost makes me want to say no. But then I imagine Edward having sex with his girlfriend which makes me nod to him and put a smile on my face.
"Yeah, let's."
EDWARD
July 20, 2015
I open my eyes and gaze at the cloudless, clear blue sky. I realize my back is pressed against something soft and ticklish which I soon conclude is grass. I can hear the chirping of birds, the cool breeze of air and the rustling of pages.
The sweet scent of flowers envelope me and I sit up. I run a hand through my hair. I still feel exhausted. I grin looking at the place. It's a beautiful meadow. I see wildflowers everywhere. Huge trees encase the open space. It's perfect. Breath-taking.
"Hey."
I know that voice. I can recognize that voice no matter where I am. I turn to find her sitting next to me. Her soft brown hair is flowing down her shoulders, her chocolate brown eyes are regarding me lovingly, and her lips are curled into a warm smile. She wears a simple white lace blouse and blue denim shorts.
Bella.
I notice a book in her hand. "What are you reading?"
"Wuthering Heights." I chuckle.
"That sounds fun." She lets out a chiming laugh.
"Oh, Edward. And I thought you were a classic type of guy."
"I am, but I don't have enough time to read books."
Bella shifts closer to me, resting her hand on my knee and staring deeply into my eyes, a smile ever-present on her face.
"Sweetie, you have to make time for everything." She whispers and I lay down on the grass again, pulling her down with me, causing her to land on my chest.
"I have enough time for you."
"That you do, but that's because you haven't stopped thinking about me."
"That's true." I place a kiss on her forehead, feeling her body curling up to mine, the tingle of electricity lingering in our warm embrace. "But only because you are so interesting."
"You know we can't." She suddenly says, her voice goes octaves lower and her eyes turn sad.
"Hey, don't say that. I'm here, Bella."
"We can't."
Bella gets off me to sit back in her previous place and dusts her shorts off. I stand up quickly and sigh watching her getting ready to leave. She stands up too and gives me a remorseful smile. Her hands clasping with mine for a soft squeeze.
"Stay, Bella."
"We can't do this."
I hear a voice suddenly shout out of nowhere. "Bella, sweetheart dinner is on the table."
"Don't go to him. Stay with me." I beg and she shakes her head, her face unreadable.
"We can't, honey. You have somebody else."
"I don't lo-" She clamps her hand on my mouth.
"Don't say it. I didn't ask you. I need to go. Riley is waiting." She turns and starts to walk away and I can't move my legs as I want to chase her.
"Bella! Please, don't go."
"We can't do this." Her voice repeats in my head and I try to lift my leg from the ground.
A sudden gasp escapes my lips and I bolt up straight up in bed, sweat mars my forehead, my throat is dry and myand my voice is hoarse. I loosen my hold on the sheets and run my hands over my face. What the fuck was that all about? I don't remember having a dream in years.
I hold my head in my hands and stare at my sheets. What has Bella done to me? I wasn't like this before. I never cared about anyone but me. I know it's good that I regard other people's feelings now but these thoughts about Bella are so unhealthy.
Plus, she has a boyfriend now. He is definitely a boyfriend, that Riley guy. I knew she mentioned he wasn't last week but it seems like they hit it off really well, even though he left her all alone at the restaurant. But Bella made the choice.
Last night I missed her so damn much that I had to call her. Not only to hear her voice but also because Rosalie couldn't stop bugging me about getting engaged to her best friend. Both of them were the same and unfortunately Emmett and I had found them. But Emmett is very, very happy with Rosalie. I'm not with Tanya. That's the only difference.
Tanya and I started dating seven months ago, and with her following me to Seattle, everyone just assumes that we are heading towards a happily ever after. I did not tell her to come to Seattle. I had no choice. My work is here and my family missed me. But, I have no idea why Tanya came.
Ugh, I'm losing my mind with this. This isn't healthy. So many thoughts about just one person! I need to distract myself. From everything around me. From Bella and Tanya, especially. Tanya doesn't even matter. After last night, I thought what it would be like to break up with her and my future seemed pretty colorful.
The beeping from the alarm clock next to me breaks me out of my reverie. It speaks out the time and I lean over to turn the alarm off. The display reads 06:00 which is replaced by the words Good morning, Edward. I chuckle. Alice gave it to me on our birthday. It never ceases to make me smile.
I change into a t-shirt and running shorts and make my way to the gym. I work out a little longer than usual, trying to get rid of my disturbing thoughts. After exhausted, I drink two glasses of water. I strip out of my clothes and wrap a towel around my waist and enter the sauna.
I set the temperature to 194 F and place a towel on the bench before I sit down. I close my eyes, resting against the comfortable bench and I'm plagued with thoughts of Bella again. So, I think about something else. My work. Yes, that might distract me.
There are a lot of meetings scheduled for today; it's going to be exhausting, which is good. It'll help keep my mind from wandering. I need to ask Victoria about my schedule for this month. There are a lot of things to look forward to, even in August. My work has always been able to divert me to better things.
Its twenty minutes later when I step out of the sauna all sweaty and have two more glasses of water to keep me dehydrated. I head straight to a nice, warm shower which helps me feel refreshed again.
I walk into my closet after the shower and quickly dress in a black button down shirt and charcoal gray dress pants. I am holding my suit jacket in one hand as I putting my watch on with the other when I hear movement in my bedroom. I roll my eyes.
Why is she in my room?
I quickly grab my wallet and walk back in my bedroom to see Tanya sitting on the bed, a disheveled mess. She gives me a smile and I smile back.
"Feeling better?" I ask.
"A little. Thanks for the Advil but why did you put me in your guest room?"
Because I don't like people other than me sleeping on my bed.
"You were so drunk; I didn't think you could make it all the way to my room."
"You're all dressed up; do you have to go to work?"
"Yes, it's Monday; you know I don't like missing work on Monday." I mutter and grab my phone. I check my emails and out of my periphery, I notice her getting under the sheets. I let out a sigh internally.
"Can't you stay?" She pouts and I shake my head.
"No," I snap. "I can't. Is Mrs. Cope here?"
"Yes, the old lady is here. Why do you have her here anyway? You could get a much more qualified housekeeper and cook who dressed better. Did you see her shoes?" Tanya makes a face and I glare at her.
"How dare you judge the people who work for me? You have no right to do that. You had better hope I don't hear a remark like this again. She is a very important person to me and I don't care what you think of her. You can have breakfast and then leave as you please."
Tanya sighs, not caring about what I just said. "My head feels heavy; maybe I'll sleep for a little longer."
"Fine, whatever." I mutter and stride towards my study when I exit the room. I grab my files and blueprints that I brought home over the weekend and make my way to the kitchen. It's almost eight and I prefer to leave early for office.
Matt is standing by the kitchen, chatting with Mrs. Cope and stands up straighter when he looks at me.
"Good morning, Mr. Cullen."
"Morning, Matt. Here," I hand him all the things in my hands. He exits the room and I walk over to Mrs. Cope.
"Good morning, Mrs. Cope."
"Morning, Edward. How was your weekend?"
"Well, it could've been better."
"I'll get your breakfast on the table."
"Thank you." I grin and walk from the foyer through double French doors to sit in the dining room next to the kitchen. It's been one month since I moved in here, and it's going to take me awhile to get used to it, even though I designed the house myself.
"How was Minnesota?" I ask and she chuckles, placing a plate of blueberry waffles in front of me.
"Wonderful. Tim is growing up so fast, he's three already." I smile as she places a glass of orange juice next to the plate.
We speak for the next fifteen minutes as I finish my breakfast and then bid her goodbye, but not before telling her to change the sheets on my bed after Tanya leaves. It will smell like her expensive perfume which I can't stand. Sitting in the car, I wonder how easily I have fit into my routine here in Seattle and in my new home. I was reluctant when I first moved from Chicago but it has turned out to be quite good. I read the newspaper, keeping myself updated on current affairs around the globe.
What must Bella be doing?
Is she an early bird like me? Or is she reluctant to get out of bed in the morning? It's almost quarter to nine; does she go to the store to check on everything before she opens it? I sigh and stare out of the window. I can't even see her apartment; it's not on my route to work. But I always hope she magically shows up walking along the street.
That's a dream that's never happening.
I run a hand through my hair and fold the newspaper up, laying it down on the seat next to me. The car halts by the entrance of the place where I have to be every Monday. It's about five minutes from my office. I step out of the car and inside the lobby of the Four Seasons Residency to be eagerly greeted by the receptionist.
"Good morning, Mr. Cullen."
"Morning, Glenda."
I punch in the code for the condo and the doors of the elevator open onto the twentieth floor. I take a look around the condo, like I do every Monday. I hear rustling not too far from me. I check around the off-white couches in the living room, trying to find a new pair of heels.
I chuckle and kick the red suede pump from underneath the couch so that it rests against the gray carpet. I sit on the couch and its two minutes later that a woman, probably in her mid-twenties, waltzes in. Her blonde hair is in disarray; the black dress she is wearing is and appears to be unzipped. As she tries to tie the belt of her trench coat, her face appears red from the obvious attempt to clean her smeared make-up. She is holding only one heel in her hand.
The woman gasps, completely taken off-guard to see me sitting here and I clear my throat motioning to the heel lying on the carpet. She turns embarrassed and quickly grabs it.
"I'm just leaving." She stutters and I nod watching her walk over to the elevators. "I left my number, could you just-?"
"I'll make sure of it." I smile and nod again as the doors close and she is out of my sight.
I sigh and walk into the kitchen, pulling open one of the drawers to retrieve a glass. I fill it with water and make my way to the master bedroom. I stare at the big lump under the covers. If I could just kill this person right now, I would. I lower the duvet and pour the water all over the blonde hair and peaceful face.
"What the fuck, Edward!" He yells and rolls away, rubbing his eyes.
"Alex, it's already nine."
Alex hesitantly turns toward me; his face is a picture of a five year old who just got caught after stealing candy. I stare at him with an unreadable expression. He finally sits up, his wet face looking scared and shy.
"You promised me."
"Marcus dragged me to that bar."
"Alex, Monday is important. You promised you would get to office by nine. It's been four weeks now."
"Last time, I promise. I'll be there in twenty minutes. I won't even have breakfast, honest." I sigh and shake my head when he acts dramatic.
"Get ready; I'll let Heidi know to have breakfast ready at your desk."
"Thank you, you're the best. Thank you for being such a great brother."
I roll my eyes. "Enough with this shit, put some clothes on and get to the office. Quick." I snap and place the glass on the nightstand as I make my way to the elevators, but not before hearing the song Me against the World blasting from his apartment speakers. I chuckle.
Some things never change.
"... and you have a keynote lecture at Northeastern University on July 25th, Mr. Omar is coming from Dubai on August 3rd and will be staying until the 7th. On the16th, you are attending your parent's charity ball and on the 28th, people from the Chicago Artist Month are visiting our headquarters for a tour and then a lecture."
"Is that all?" I ask sarcastically and Victoria chuckles, nodding her head.
"Yes, sir. That's all. You have no events outside the city until late October."
"Excellent."
"Can I get you anything?"
"Coffee would be great, thanks. Just ask Heidi whether Alex is here or not."
"Will do."
"Then, that'll be all." She smiles and gives me a nod only to turn back to me.
"Mr. Jack and Mr. Mueller asked if you were available for a meeting on Wednesday."
"Of course, cancel the conference call and set it up before lunch. I'll email them the agenda myself." Victoria nods and exits my office.
I have yet to discuss my project ideas with the directors of Interior Design and Information Technology. I am hopeful that they both will have some amazing ideas about how to make this project go from better to best.
Around eleven, Vic informs me that my mother is here. I haven't seen since her birthday so she is a welcome distraction. Mom walks in with a wide smile on her face, her green eyes that are similar to mine are filled with joy. Mom is so beautiful and doesn't look a day older than thirty.
"Hello, Edward. I thought I might find you here." I grin and walk over to hug her tightly.
"Hi, mom. I missed you."
"Just not enough to actually come to see me. Am I getting too old for you?"
"Of course not, nobody would believe you have three kids in their late20s."
"Flattery won't work this time," She dismisses me and walks over to sit on the gray sofa. I sit down next to her. "Why haven't you called?"
"Mom I have been really busy. I'm sorry I missed brunch yesterday."
"That's really fine."
I sigh and relax a little. "So you just dropped by the office for no reason?"
"I came here to see you, plus your company is on my way to the florist." I gaze at her confused.
"Why do you need a florist?"
"Well, honey the book you gave me is really amazing. I'm trying out some tricks and techniques in gardening that were mentioned. I decided to have a clematis creeper in the bedroom, give it a direction and grow it myself."
Whatever that means.
"That sounds interesting. What about the other book?"
"I'm still reading but I really want to know, who suggested those books to you." I stare at her with mock hurt.
"You don't think I can select good books?"
"Maybe a good apartment but not books, tell me."
"Well the bookstore owner helped me." I mumble and she chuckles.
"Oh, the owner herself. Did she see your photo on the magazine cover?" I frown.
"I don't know and how is that relatable in any way?"
"She must've flirted with you. Dear, you should always stay five feet away from women like that. They tend to get flirty just to get in the papers for publicity. Let them know you already have a perfectly fine girlfriend."
She's not the best.
"Sure."
"How's Tanya?"
"She's fine."
"It's been almost six months since you started dating, don't you think it's a good time for you to get married?" I glare at mom.
"Mom, I'm not marrying anytime soon."
"At least get engaged. It'll get good reviews for your business and Eleazar's business as well."
"This is about my life. Everything is not about fame and money, mom."
"Sure it is, in today's world. You need to keep up. Plus, Tanya is the perfect match for you." I stand up and look down at mom as she stares back at me expectantly.
"What if I fell in love with another woman? One who isn't rich or famous, but is much more beautiful and smarter than Tanya. Her father isn't a multi-millionaire businessman and she lives in a small apartment. What would you do then?"
Mom stares at me for a moment and then lets out a laugh which is a little startling, standing up as well. I had no idea I described Bella until then. She places her hand on my arm and shakes her head, a smile on her face.
"Then I'll say you're writing yourself a play. I know you would never do that. Plus, if you did I'm sure she'd be a gold digger who would get pregnant and ask for half of your money to take care of the kid."
Wow. My mom really has some issues.
"You're probably right, but mom, maybe Tanya isn't the best person for me to date." I finally say and she gapes at me, her green eyes depicting fear.
"Edward, how could you even say that? After dating for such a long time. Do you have any idea how happy Carmen and Eleazar are, since you started dating their daughter? You can't break off this relationship, it'll affect both families."
I study her face for a moment as she stares back at me. Mom knows. She knows something has happened. Of course she does, she is my mother. I have always been close to her, except for the past couple of years. She knows me like the back of her hand. I try to think of another topic as she is about to ask me something. I know she will ask me and I will end up telling her everything about Bella.
"So, what do you think of Alice's show in LA? She is planning a similar one in Seattle, isn't she?" I change the topic, because that is all I can do.
"Yes. She is very excited but the girl never talks to me about anything," Mom says, clearly affected as she sits on the chair. I sit in mine so that I'm across from her. "She tells you everything, not me."
"I'm her brother."
"So is Emmett."
"We're twins." I say as a matter of explanation.
"That's true. Emmett doesn't have much time on his hands these days either. It's as if all my kids are suddenly too busy to spend time with me. Did you know Rose and Emmett are trying to have a baby?"
"Yes. I think the topic came up yesterday."
"I hope I'm a grandmother soon, I can't wait." Mom grins excitedly. I chuckle and nod. I check my watch to see it's almost time for lunch.
"Do you want to get lunch? I think I can make some time."
"Oh no, sweetie. You're busy. It's fine. We can go out for lunch another day. I'm meeting Rose for our pedicure appointments. I'll see you on Sunday then."
"I'm going Boston on Saturday."
"Oh well, then we can have dinner on Sunday, that's not a problem." I nod. Mom stands up and I do as well as she offers me a smile although it seems slightly dejected. I give her a hug and she is out of my office within seconds.
God, she is a masterpiece. Work first? What kind of mother says that? I give her time and she doesn't take it. How does she expect me to spend time with her? All the time when we're out, she keeps asking about Tanya. It's like I'm dating the whole family. Ugh.
I call Mrs. Cope.
"Hi, Edward."
"Hey, Mrs. Cope. Did Tanya leave?"
"Yes, dear. I changed the sheets if that's what you called for." I laugh and relax in my chair.
"That's great, thanks. Just wanted to check on that. I'll see you tonight then."
"Have a good day. Bye." I end the call and open the blue file again.
The intercom buzzes again around twelve-thirty and I frown.
"Yes?"
"Ms. Jane is here." I grin instantly.
"Okay."
Now that's some news.
I walk outside my office and see Aunt Jane standing with an impatient expression on her face. She sees me and a smile lights up on her face. I walk over and hug her tightly, lifting her feet off the ground.
"Oh, I missed you, Aunt Jane."
"Really, doesn't seem like it." I frown and pulled back to look at her.
"What?"
"You don't call." She mutters and walks into my office. I run a hand through my hair.
"Both sisters are the same." I say under my breath and follow her.
"So, how is life?"
"Same old, same old."
"And how is life with Tanya?" She teases and I groan.
"Don't ask. She is so boring and such a brat." I say and she laughs heartily making me smile.
Aunt Jane is as pretty as mom, with blonde hair and blue eyes which Alex inherited. She is tad shorter than mom but people are fonder of her than they are mom. She loves shopping, like any other woman does but at the same time, she has a down to earth personality that I like.
"I'm surprised she hasn't forced you down the aisle yet." I chuckle.
"That is a surprise. I tried speaking to mom like you suggested, but she won't listen."
"That's Esme. I have tried too but then she told me not to interfere so, I can't help you anymore, buddy."
"Thank you for trying."
"So, have you found a girl yourself?"
"No." I mumble, going back to sit in my chair. Aunt Jane gasps.
"You did. Tell me about her."
"No, I didn't find anyone."
"Don't lie to me. I've known you since you were a baby. I can tell when you are lying."
"That has nothing to do with this."
"What is her name?"
"She is just a friend." I whisper and she grins at me.
"Name."
"Bella."
"What does she do? And please don't tell me you met her at some fashion show."
"No. She owns a bookstore across from the Pacific. She helped me select books for mom for her birthday. We bumped into each other at the restaurant that Saturday night, she was on a date," I frown. "But her date left for work and she was sitting there all alone. I didn't like it so I cancelled my meeting and decided to give her a ride her home. We went to Ben and Jerry's. I had ice cream and it was not that bad," I grin.
"I dropped her home and we met again at that stupid beerfest, that Alice dragged me to. She didn't like it either. We spoke for a long time and that was the last time I have seen her."
I look over at Aunt Jane and find her staring at me with an amused smile. I wait for her to say something, my eyes wide with caution. Why is she looking at me that way? Does she know something?
She finally clears her throat. "You do realize that you haven't spoken about anybody in your life the way you just did about the three meetings you had with her."
"That's bad?"
"It's good. I'm so happy you have a friend like her. Don't like the word?" She teases, taking in my expression. "Then change it."
"I can't. She knows about Tanya."
"Uh-oh."
The intercom buzzes and I sigh.
"Yes, Vic?"
"Jacob Swan wanted to drop off a file."
"Sure," I clear my throat. "Send him in."
Jacob walks in few seconds later, looking nervous and tense like he had last week. I have no idea what happened so suddenly to make him feel that way. I told Bella that it might take him some time to settle in and I'm sure he is just overwhelmed.
"Hi, Jacob."
"Good afternoon, Mr. Cullen. Ma'am." He greets Aunt Jane as well.
"What's wrong?" I ask and he gazes at me with wide brown eyes.
"I just wanted to drop off the file that the R&D department sent few minutes ago."
"No, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm sorry?" I sigh.
"Why are you so tense and scared? Did something happen?"
"No, sir."
"You know what? Go home. Take the rest of the day off. Get some rest. We'll talk tomorrow."
"But-"
"We'll talk tomorrow. Go home, Jacob." I say firmly and he nods, turning to leave the office.
"Is he new?" Aunt asks me and I nod.
"Yeah, it'll take him some time to learn the ropes. He is Bella's younger brother actually."
Surprise is clear on her face. "Really? He is handsome; she must be just as pretty."
"She is much more beautiful than the women I know."
"Do you have her number?"
"Of course. I spoke to her last night."
"You should speak to her every day."
"What? Isn't that pathetic?"
"No, of course not."
"She has a boyfriend. She was at his place when we spoke." Aunt Jane laughs staring at my bitter expression.
"Don't you see? She preferred talking to you when she was at his place. She likes you."
"I highly doubt that. Maybe she doesn't like to be seen with me. She even made me promise not to tell her brother that we know each other."
"Of course she did. Anyway, call her." Aunt grins at me excitedly.
"What?" I chuckle.
"I want to hear her voice."
"You're not normal."
"Oh come on!"
"I have no reason to call her."
"Just like last night." She rolls her eyes at me and then they light up. "Ask her to suggest a book for my birthday."
"That is so lame. She owns a bookstore."
"Do it."
"Fine."
I grab my phone and call Bella, my curiosity getting the best of me. She answers on the third ring and I put the call on speaker.
"Hello?" Bella mutters as if she is preoccupied with work. I look over at Aunt Jane and she motions me to talk.
"Are you busy?" I hear her laugh and a smile twists on my face.
"Maybe you should try a different greeting next time. Like, Hi or Hey perhaps." Aunt Jane smiles at me giving me thumbs up, as if telling me that she likes Bella. I smile.
"Well, you always have so many questions; I thought maybe I should greet you with a question myself."
"I don't know what you're talking about and shouldn't you be having lunch right now?"
"I will once you help with me something."
"What? I'm not baking a cake this week." I scowl and hear her chuckle on the other line. "Go ahead."
"My aunt likes to read books-"
"I like her already." I chuckle, looking over at Aunt Jane who smirks at me.
"Yeah, do you know of any books about fashion?"
"Fashion, let me think," She mutters, seeming thoughtful. "Oh! Does she like to know the history of fashion?"
"Sure, I think she'd like that."
"Well, then there is this book called The Beautiful Fall, I've heard that it's amazing I haven't read it myself, though." I chuckle.
"Not a fashion person?"
"I would prefer a cookbook."
"Good to know."
"Is this your Aunt Jane the one you spoke about?'She remembers. I beam for some reason.
"Yes, she is. I'm sure you're busy on a Monday. Thank you for helping me, maybe you could call me next time."
"Like I'm going to have a building emergency." I laugh. "But, I'll call you."
"Bye, Bella."
"Have a great day." I end the call and turn to Aunt Jane who looks visibly radiant.
"She's the girl for you."
"Forget it, that's never happening."
"Maybe I should read the book she suggested." Aunt Jane mumbles to herself.
"You do know I have a very busy schedule right?"
"Suddenly I'm an intruder, huh?"
"Of course not."
"Then come on, we'll go out for lunch."
"What?"
"You sit in this office cooped up all day. We should go out for lunch. Call Alex, tell him to meet us."
"You're very bossy." I mutter and grab my phone and jacket. I exit the office with Aunt Jane and find Victoria typing an email.
"Lunch, Mr. Cullen?" I nod.
"Uh, yes. When is Gina coming back from her vacation?"
"Next week."
"Good." Victoria shouldn't be doing the work of two assistants.
"I'm here." Alex announces when the elevators open and Aunt Jane walks over to him, and pulls at his ear sharply. "Ow! Mom!"
"How many times have I told you to not get into the office late?"
"Mom, not here!" He says exasperated.
I chuckle and follow as their banter continues throughout the elevator ride.
God, I wish my mom was this cool.
I gaze at the Architectural Fitting closely. It is stoneware covered with a turquoise-blue glaze, modeled in a relief of scrolling shell-like form. It's exquisite. I like specifically like the color. I can sense there are people gathered around me, some of them whispering amongst each other while the rest are clicking pictures. Ugh.
The man next to me is wearing a sharp brown suit although he looks a tad nervous. He is the one showing me around. Jerry, I think. He nervously clears his throat.
"Emperor Qianlong, who ruled China from 1736 to 1795, had a great fascination for western 'exotica'. At his vast summer retreat, the Yuanming Yuan or 'Garden of Perfect Clarity', just north of Beijing, he constructed a series of western-style…" His voice fades around me as I ignore his talk later on.
It's quarter to seven in the evening as I stand inside the Victoria & Albert Museum. It's the opening night, imagine my surprise, on a Monday evening. But, they had invited me a month ago, so I couldn't say no.
I have been here for almost an hour and the place is starting to gradually fill up. I button up my jacket and nod absentmindedly at the person talking. My day had been pretty uneventful since my lunch with Aunt Jane and Alex. They kept bickering but it is really satisfying to watch her discipline him. It doesn't work which is a completely different story.
Dad called me to ask if I am interested in playing golf with Eleazar and him which I politely refused. I would prefer a game of snooker with Emmett over their boring golf anytime. At least he called for that matter. It seems like my parents never really care about the three of us. It's not like we're too busy for the two of them, we make time.
"Mr. Cullen, should we move on to the next exhibit?" I snap out of my reverie.
"No, thank you. I would rather take a look around by myself." I smile politely and he turns on his heels to walk away.
"Mr. Cullen, can we get a picture of you, please."
I let out a groan internally and turn to smile at the cameras. After a couple of clicks, I can't stand it anymore. I hold the champagne glass in my hands and walk towards the left by myself.
"For someone who designs buildings, you know a lot about beers."
"I just like to know, I don't have beers that often."
"Just fancy champagnes." She mutters and then looks embarrassed. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to say that."
I chuckle thinking about the conversation. That was a fun day. I shake my head and take a welcoming sip of the champagne. Its twenty minutes later when I'm speaking to the owner of the store that my phone rings. I check the name to see its Bella. I grin.
"Excuse me; I have to take this call." I move away from the crowd and stand someplace where the chaos can't be heard. I answer the call.
"Hello, Bella."
"Hey, how are you?" I frown. She sounds a little different. Perhaps sad or maybe she is just really tired.
"I'm great, but you don't sound so well."
"It's nothing. Just life. I hope you aren't some place busy."
"Well, I'm at the opening night of the Victoria & Albert Museum."
"Oh!" Her voice perks up. "My friend, Angela wanted to go but she didn't get tickets at the last minute."
"Maybe I can give you some, if you want." I suggest.
"No, that's okay. She'll go some other time. She really likes art, being that she is a photographer."
"She's a photographer, that's interesting. Does she work freelance?
"Nope. She works at Seattle Met." I frown.
"What's that?"
"The magazine. Seattle Metropolitan. Do you not know anything about Seattle?"
"Not much. I know everything about Chicago though."
"Yeah, alright. You don't have a Chicagoan accent though." I roll my eyes.
"Why do people expect us to sound like Italian mobsters? We speak normal dialect."
"Yours sounds normal."
"The accent comes out when I'm in Chicago."
"Hmm."
"Why did you sound so upset when you called me?" I finally ask and hear her sigh on the other line.
"I have a question for you. Are you a possessive boyfriend type?"
"Depends on who I am dating."
I can practically imagine her rolling her eyes. "Your girlfriend. Tanya."
"About Tanya, of course not. I don't care." I say nonchalantly.
"Oh."
"Why do you ask?" She sighs again.
"Riley and I had a quarrel about it. He is so possessive, it's maddening! We argued for forty minutes over-" Bella pauses and doesn't speak and there is a splitting grin on my face. They had a fight. Yes!
"Over what?"
"Nothing," She mumbles. "I just don't like arguing."
"Tel to me what happened." I murmur softly and hear her shift on the other line.
"I just feel a little uncomfortable when he acts like we've been dating for months! We have only gone out three times and he is already so overbearing. I don't always like my boyfriend to be that way, it's okay sometimes, but not always."
"He is your boyfriend?"
"Well, not yet. I don't think he will be now." Awesome.
"What do you want me to say?"
"I don't know, are all guys the same?"
"Well, if I were dating someone like you, I, of course would be a little protective and possessive, because well, it's you," I chuckle. "Anyway, maybe you shouldn't base your decision on a snap judgment. You need to give him another chance. Everyone deserves another chance."
I cannot believe I just said that. Oh good god. I'm suggesting to her that she go after that asshole.
"You know, you're right," Damn it. "Thank you, Edward. You are such a great friend."
"It's good. I'm so happy you have a friend like her." Friend. "Don't like the word?" She teases me. "Then change it."
"Glad to be of assistance."
"Why did you send Jake home?" She asks shyly and I stare at my shoes.
"Actually, he seemed really anxious and tired so I thought it would be better if he relaxed so I sent him home. I'll talk to him tomorrow, don't worry."
"He was even more anxious after getting home. He came to the store after your call and then asked me over and over if he must've done something wrong or if you were going to fire him." I chuckle.
"None of that is happening. I just want to have a chat. Tell him not to worry, he'll probably forget about it soon."
"Yeah, maybe."
"So, how is the museum?"
"Better than I expected."
"I was just reminded of the fact that I owe you money for the ice-cream and beers." I groan.
"Bella, that's okay. You don't have to. Why are you being so annoying about it?" She giggles and I smile, letting out a sigh.
"Because I pay my debts. You'll just have to accept the fact that the next time we meet, I'm going to pay you back."
"How do you know how much you have to pay?"
"$102. I kept a count after the more expensive beers."
"You can pay me the next time we meet."
"We'll be meeting again?" I chuckle at her confused question.
"Of course, with you tripping so much, we'll definitely meet again."
"I don't trip that often. You just happen to be at places where I do."
"You're right, it's my fault," I turn to find the crowd of people disappearing and mentally fist pump myself. "It's almost eight. Did you have dinner?"
"Um, it's done. I just wanted to give you a call beforehand. Usually, I feel too lazy to cook, with it just being me. I like to cook for larger crowds." I smile fondly.
"Ah, that sounds nice. What did you make?"
"Grilled lamb chops. What about your dinner?"
"I will have to check once I go home."
"You can't cook?" Her voice lowers and I am puzzled.
"I can, but I don't have enough time to." I explain and hear her laugh. It sounds like a relieved laugh for some reason.
"Are you any good?"
"Maybe." I chuckle.
"Anything you're particularly good at making?"
"Well, I won't tell you. Maybe I'll cook for you someday."
"I'll look forward to it."
I can hear the smile in her voice and god I wished she were here right now. I can imagine her leaning against the window, staring at the luminous night, her face glowing silver under the blanket of the stars. Or maybe she is sitting on her bed with the nightstand lamp turned on and glows a dim yellow color. She must be wearing comfortable shorts and a t-shirt. Perhaps with a book next to her.
Wow. Just imagining her is turning me on. How is that possible? I don't ever want to have sex with Tanya when she's near me. Ugh. Bella is making me crazy.
"So," I clear my throat uncomfortably. "Monday must be a long day for you."
"Oh god, yes!" She sighs tiredly. "New inventory came in and the POS software stopped working, I just got home an hour ago. Thanks to you, Jake came over to the store and helped."
I smile. "See? Everything happens for a reason."
"That's true. I can't wait to have a long, relaxing bath before bed."
Fuck. That ought to do it. The imagery is so hot. Her wet, slick, flawless body covered in bubbles, the warm water enveloping her, making her shoulders relax, and her breathing to deepen. A serene smile would appear on her face when she inhaled the flavored bath salts, perhaps, strawberry scented like her hair.
Hard on from imagining a bath, that's a first. I try to calm myself down. To think about someone else. Alex flirting with Bella. Maybe I'll kiss her hard in front of him. NO! Tanya. Ooh, that's working. Tanya's make-up. Tanya's slutty clothes. Tanya's phony smiles.
Aah, the last one did it.
"Yeah, a bath sounds about right for such a tiring day." I say with a smile on my face, finally thinking straight.
"I must be taking up a lot of your time," Fuck, she's going to hang up. "You still have to talk to people and then eat dinner. I'm sorry, I'll let you go."
"Okay, make sure to tell Jacob not to worry."
"Will do, thanks about that. Good night, Edward."
"Good night, Bella. I'll look forward to us meeting again."
"Me too." She giggles softly. "Bye."
I end the call and stuff the phone in my pocket. I run a hand through my hair and realize that I'll need a very, very cold shower when I get home. That's for sure. I turn and walk back to where the people are patiently waiting for me.
Bella just saved me from talking to ten more of these phonies.
Are you up? -B
I chuckle as I notice the text flash on my lock screen. I hold the phone in my hand and unlock it. I text her back.
No, I'm sleeping. -E
Why are you up this late? -B
I should ask you the same question -E
"Mr. Cullen?" I look up at the screen and my smile disappears. I clear my throat and nod. I realize the four people on the video conference are waiting for me to say something, but I was too busy reading Bella's text to listen to Mr. Omar talking.
The phone buzzes in my hand and I am itching to check my phone.
"Could you repeat the last point, Mr. Omar? I had an email to check, I'm sorry." He nods and smiles politely before repeating the point about his thoughts regarding eight foot doors for the commercial tower offices. I sigh. We had been through this before.
"The easiest design to build is a box. And architects don't design boxes," I quote. "Sure the doors are going to be expensive but the effect elevates a standard design element from mundane and accepted to exceptional. Taller doors let in more light when glazed and their proportions can completely reorient, smaller spaces. I'm willing to take a risk, trust me." I can see both Dave and Kate smiling while Mr. Omar nods thoughtfully.
I have to check the text.
"Dave, Kate why don't you debrief Mr. Omar further on this topic?"
Their voices become nothing but a whisper in the background as I unlock my phone. A text message from Bella is there. I open it.
I can't sleep and the 'boring' book I thought I was reading got interesting. Now you tell me. -B
I'm on a video conference call with a client. -E
I smile. I like that she is so honest about everything.
At midnight? -B
Dubai is 11 hours ahead of Seattle. It's morning for him. -E
Am I disturbing you? -B
You are a welcome distraction. -E
I'm flattered. -B
How is she not asleep? Shouldn't she be getting sleepy after her hot bath? I sigh and realize I am not supposed to be thinking about her so much. But it's very late and she must have work tomorrow.
Go to bed, it's late. -E
I look at my laptop screen and listen intently to the points being explained, my mind partially on the fact that maybe Bella really did go to sleep and that I shouldn't have said that. But I smile when my phone buzzes on my desk. I open the text.
You don't have to be so bossy. -B
I was only mentioning it because you must have work tomorrow. -E
I own the store; I can take the day off if I want to. -B
I chuckle. She really has a smart mouth.
But you won't. I know that. -E
I look up at the screen when Mr. Omar calls out my name. "I think, I pretty much understand everything I need to know. We can discuss anything further directly when I come to Seattle next month."
"Will do, Mr. Omar. We'll be waiting." I smile and give a nod.
"I'm sorry it must be pretty late for you in America." I laugh.
"It's no trouble. It was great talking to you. Have a great day. "I quickly sum up the talk.
"Sure. Good night, Mr. Cullen." His window closes and Kate stares at me narrowly.
"What?"
"What were you doing during the meeting?"
"None of your business." I smirk.
"Yeah, whatever," She stifles a yawn. "Good night."
"Good night, Mr. Cullen." Dave wishes and the conference finally comes to a fucking end.
I check Bella's text.
You're right. Anyway, now I'm getting sleepy. Good night. -B
I sigh disappointedly.
Sweet dreams, Bella. -E
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