THE OTHER WOMAN
DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS IT ALL.
August 02, 2015
EDWARD
I adjust the palette in my hands carefully and fiddle with the paintbrush as I intently stare at my unfinished portrait. How on Earth am I going to make the brown color that I want? I decided to make three different mixtures on the palette. First, I mix orange with blue followed by green and red and last, purple and yellow.
I frown. Neither of the mixtures resembles the brown that I want. I close my eyes and sigh softly as I memorize her chocolate brown eyes. I smile when I imagine how her eyes water when she smiles. Sometimes they widen with shock, well up with tears, they glow when she is happy. Bella possibly has the most expressive eyes I have ever seen.
I open my eyes and mix the first two mixtures and a smug smile tugs on my lips when I see the color I created is the exact one I want. Perfect. My phone buzzes in my pocket and I sigh as I answer it through my Bluetooth headset.
"Edward Cullen."
"Edward, hi. Good morning." Bella says softly, but she sounds distracted.
"Hey, morning. How is your weekend going?"
"I don't know, actually." She murmurs and I frown.
"What is it?"
"Um, did you happen to get a chance to read the newspaper?"
"Sure," I am absolutely confused. "Why do you ask?"
"Did you read the Entertainment section of the Seattle Times?"
I laugh. "Well, I don't think I have ever read that part of the newspaper before."
"Okay, I want you to read it; I'll stay on the line."
"Fine," I murmur and walk over to the intercom. I wipe my index finger on a towel and call Mrs. Cope by the touchscreen intercom. "Mrs. Cope?"
"Yes, Mr. Cullen?"
"Could you bring a copy of the Seattle Times up to the third floor, please?"
"Yes, of course." She says hastily and I resume getting the brown color ready.
"What is in that section, anyway?" I whisper and Bella sighs on the other line.
"You'll see."
There is a knock on the door two minutes later and I answer it. Mrs. Cope hands me the paper and nods.
"Lunch will be ready in forty minutes."
"There's no rush, take your time." I wink and she chuckles studying my paint splattered t-shirt and trousers.
"You've gotten paint all over yourself."
"It's messy work."
"Maybe you'll show me another painting of yours sometime." She muses and I smile.
"How can I refuse you, Mrs. Cope?" I offer a charming smile and she ruffles my hair before excusing herself. I shut the door and hum an idle tune under my breath as I keep the palette on the table.
"You're painting?" Bella asks curiously and I chuckle.
"Your news is more important," I mutter and skim through the section but notice nothing unusual. "What is it, Bella?"
"Top left corner," She says and I stare at the photo intently. "It's a picture of us!" She exclaims in a panic-stricken voice.
"That's us?"
Bella groans. "Yes!"
"Edward Cullen spotted with a mystery woman," I mumble and chuckle. "Wow, it's almost unrecognizable. We look good." I tease her and she sighs impatiently.
"Edward!"
"Bella, you are barely seen and hardly recognizable. People don't care about this type of news."
"If you say so," She mumbles and sighs softly. "So, tell me what you are painting?"
"I don't tell anybody what I paint."
"I heard Mrs. Cope saying something about that."
I chuckle. "Well, sometimes I think I might be judged on my paintings so I don't show them to people."
"You think I might judge you?" No.
"Perhaps, who knows? What if you don't like my paintings?"
"I can't imagine you being bad at painting."
"That's flattering but my room is always locked. And I gift Mrs. Cope a painting or two, I don't show her."
"Then gift me one." She says sweetly and I stare at the unfinished portrait of hers in front of me.
"I will."
"Bella! Oh my god! These are the best waffles ever!" I hear somebody gleefully yell behind her and I wonder who it is.
"Slow down." Bella says as she laughs on the other end of the line. It must be Jacob or a friend of hers.
"I swear to god, this is better than my mom's." Oh my god. Alex?!
"Alex, is that you?!" I screech seething into the phone. I keep the palette and the brush on the table and scoot the portrait away from me to let the paint dry. I hear nothing but silence from Bella's side as I clean up the mess I've made in the last four hours.
"Ouch, that hurt." Bella remarks and I sigh.
"I'm sorry, Bella," I murmur. "I didn't mean to shout at you. Can you please give him the phone?"
"Sure."
I enter the bathroom and wash my hands thoroughly to remove every trail of oil paint. I pull the t-shirt over my head and throw it into the basket. I run a clean hand through my hair and wait for Alex.
"Bella?" I prompt and she sighs.
"I can't find him." Bella mutters and I hear her calling out his name. "Oh, he's in the bedroom. Alex! It's your cousin." Even I haven't been to her bedroom yet, how dare he?
"Tell him, I'll call him later." Alex says pathetically and I roll my eyes.
"Bella, give him the phone." I say urgently and hear her chuckle on the other line.
"He's insisting." Bella mentions to him and he sighs.
"I'm going to finish those waffles before I die today." He mutters and Bella laughs.
"Oh, honey Edward is not going to kill you." Bella sweetly reassures Alex and I roll my eyes.
"Alright," My cousin petulantly mutters and I hear his grumpy voice following that. "Hello?"
"Alex, you told me you had a conference call at ten. How the fuck can you lie to me!" He went over to Bella's place. "You know we had to discuss the reports, we're working on a personal deadline here. We have a press conference on Tuesday, there is so much work to do and why the fuck are you trying to get out of it?!" He went over to Bella's place!
"You know, your yelling is not leaving a very good impression on Bella."
I am mad beyond the point of caring about anything. "I don't care what she thinks about you! We had a meeting which you cancelled saying that you had a meeting scheduled weeks ago. Instead you went over to Bella's place to have brunch? What the fuck is the matter with you?"
"Hear me out. The meeting was underway when Bella gave me a call because she was feeling lonely and sad in her apartment and wanted to speak to a friend. So I came over to keep her company."
Oh fuck. Why did she feel lonely and sad?
"What happened to her?" I ask softly and my heart starts pounding in my chest. Did the article upset her? Shit!
"Something about a guy." I clench my fist.
"What guy?"
"I can't tell you that, I promised her I wouldn't tell anyone."
I roll my eyes. "Alright, we can have the meeting tonight. Stay with her and make sure she feels better."
If Bella is really feeling so down, maybe Alex's upbeat nature will cheer her up.
"Yes sir."
"Call me if there is any problem."
"Yes sir."
"And," I hesitate a little. "Uh, make sure she doesn't cry."
"Okay. I'll talk to you later then!"
"And remember, tomorrow Mr. Omar is coming to the office. Make sure you don't stay out for too late tonight. I don't want you in post-hangover form when he meets you."
"Yes, boss."
"And take your driver if you go. Don't drive when you're drunk."
"Yes, sir. Have a good day."
"You too. Bye, Alex." I whisper and end the call.
Why didn't Bella call me? I really hope she is fine. Maybe she feels weird with Tanya being my girlfriend. And who the fuck was the guy she was so depressed about? So many questions yet I can't find a way to get the answers.
Tanya always ruins everything.
August 03, 2015
I put my laptop away and contemplate if I should go or not. Maybe I can send Matt to wake Alex up but he will only fall back asleep. I sigh and begrudgingly step out of the car. I button up my jacket and enter the irritatingly familiar lobby of the Four Seasons Residency.
I smile at Glenda who rewards me with an extra wide grin which makes me chuckle. As soon as I enter the condo, the aroma of pancakes hits my nostrils. I can hear my stomach growl which reminds me that I haven't had breakfast. I need to be at the office in five minutes so that I can ensure that nothing goes wrong when Mr. Omar gets there.
I turn around the corner and my eyes almost fall out of their sockets when I see Alex sitting on the couch on a Monday morning. He is dressed in a gray suit and intently tying up his shoelaces. When he is done, he offers me a smile.
"Hey, bro. Good morning."
I quickly recover my shocked expression. "Morning and thank you for being ready."
Alex smirks at me. "You're twenty minutes early."
"And you are still ready," I remark making him laugh. "You didn't hit a bar last night?"
"Of course."
I chuckle. "At least you hooked up with a girl who is making you breakfast." His looks at me coyly.
"Why don't you go see who she is?"
I cautiously make my way to the kitchen and freeze in my tracks at the dining area. Bella is standing behind the kitchen counter and humming a song under her breath as she flips a pancake. There is a smile playing on her lips and she looks beautiful.
To indicate my presence; I clear my throat and her brown eyes meet my gaze.
"Oh, um, hi Edward."
"Good morning, Bella. You were the last person I was expecting to see in this kitchen."
Bella blushes crimson and looks at me from under her eyelashes. Fuck, she's so gorgeous. Hold on. She didn't stay here for the night, did she? I hope not.
"Well, um Alex asked me to give him a call so he could wake up early. Instead of giving him a call, I dropped by to make breakfast. He goes to work without having breakfast, isn't that worrisome? So, here I am." She smiles nervously and I am too shocked to get angry.
Wait, a minute.
I'm not angry, I'm jealous.
Wow, I have never felt this way before. This is what envy feels like; that I want to rip Alex's head apart. Bella is standing in his condo. She hasn't been to my home yet nor has she hugged me. Alex got that. Yeah, whatever.
I don't care.
She never cooked anything for me; she is making him breakfast and cooked him brunch yesterday.
It would be the best feeling in the world to wake up and see her beautiful, perfect face first thing in the morning. Alex got that today. Lucky bastard.
Alex enters the room and walks over to me. "Edward, why don't you stay for breakfast? You're here early." There is no way in seven hells I am staying here with them.
"Thank you for the offer but I have some important tasks to complete at the office." I manage a smile on my face and he gazes at Bella for a fraction of second before looking at me.
"Edward, come on you can spare fifteen minutes. Bella makes delicious food." You would know.
"Alex, I can't. I have to leave."
I text Victoria to tell her to have Kyle waiting at the entrance when I get to the office. I am getting restless with every passing second. I watch Alex walk over to Bella who is biting her bottom lip and staring at the pancakes she prepared.
"Bella, tell him to stay. I'm sure he will listen to you."
Bella gives me an apprehensive smile and I notice Alex's arm wrapped around her shoulders which makes me angrier than I am. "Edward, I made a lot of food. I'm sure Alex would like some company."
I give Bella a hard stare. "I just mentioned I have work to do. And I'm sure Alex would be more comfortable in your company than mine," I turn to Alex whose mouth is slightly agape. "Let me know when you reach the office, I'll have Victoria send an email about this week's schedule as Mr. Omar is coming." Bella's face visibly falls from the hopeful expression she just had.
God, I feel like an ass.
Alex shakes his head and walks out of the space, motioning me to talk to her. Yeah, yeah.
"Bella? I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so rude," I apologize in the softest voice I can muster. I cautiously step inside the kitchen and find her nervously playing with her fingers as she avoids looking at me.
She turns the stove off and shakes her head. "That's really okay. I'm sorry I asked. You must be busy." She mutters hastily and I close the distance between us. The scent of strawberries assaults my senses and makes my head swirl. She smells so good.
"Hey," I whisper and her brown eyes finally look at me. "There is a lot of pressure at work; I just took it out on you. I feel terrible."
"Just stay for twenty minutes, it wouldn't hurt to eat some eggs and pancakes," Bella strokes my cheek and her lips curl into a smile. "You look a little drained, you might feel better."
"Okay, I'll stay." She lets out a sigh of relief and rewards me with a breathtaking grin.
Her fingers stroke the lapels of my jacket and it feels nice. "You look very handsome today, Edward."
Bella looks beautiful in her cream colored blouse and skinny jeans. "You look just as striking," I tuck an errant piece of hair behind her ear and she blushes. "Let me help you serve. These pancakes look delicious."
"I made peanut butter chocolate chip pancakes and scrambled eggs." She tells me excitedly and I collect three plates for us.
"Sounds great." I sigh watching her so happy just because I'm going to eat. I'll eat every time she is around if it makes her so happy.
"Edward, are you staying?" Alex asks as he makes his way over to us. I nod. "Excellent."
"Alex." I motion to the pan and plate full of pancakes that are on the kitchen island. He nods and takes them from Bella's hands.
"So Bella, have you started shopping for a dress for the fundraiser yet?"
That makes her blush. "Um, not yet. I have no idea where to start. I'm not much of a shopper but my best friend; Angela is. She will help me. Don't worry; I won't be there in jeans and a sweater."
It will be worth going to the event just to see Bella in a beautiful dress.
I smile at Bella and softly clear my throat. "If you have any trouble with shopping, let me know. I think I can arrange a personal shopper for you if you like."
She blushes harder and gives me a shy smile. "Thank you but I don't think it'll come to that."
"I hope it doesn't."
I offer a smile and she smiles back as her brown eyes pierce into mine with an unnamed emotion. She is hesitant about something, perhaps she feels anxious. I want to ask her but I don't want to poke my nose into her personal life. Maybe she feels more connected to Alex than to me. That isn't my fault.
Maybe it's about that James guy. I need to ask her about the man who gives her nightmares. I hope she knows she can tell me anything she needs to. I can't believe I'm jealous of Alex. I have never been jealous of him before.
"So," Alex says loudly, breaking our eye-contact and we turn to him in unison. "I'm starving, let's eat!"
He just can't let me have a moment with her, can he?
BELLA
I stare at my car parked outside the store and sigh. I can't help recall how distressed and concerned Edward was when he saw my car for the first time this morning. Why doesn't he like it? How bad can a Ford Pinto be? He did mention that 180 deaths were caused because of this car but nothing has happened to me. Edward sounded just like Jacob.
It's not like I can afford an Audi or Mercedes.
Ever since I have met Alex, I'm having mixed feelings about Edward. Not because I like Alex but he mentioned that Edward likes me too. A lot. That certainly puts the almost kiss we shared into perspective. I am aware of the fact that Edward is not very fond of his girlfriend and has some feelings for me. Why can't that man just break up with his girlfriend?!
I think Alex is the first person to whom I admitted that I had feelings for Edward. He just gave me a smile and said that he already knew it.
"It didn't take me long to figure out you were the infamous Bella," Alex chuckled. "I don't think I have ever seen Edward so possessive before. Did you see how jealous he was when we were talking outside his office? We should do that more often."
I shook my head. "But why? It's not like something is going to happen." I murmured shyly.
"Oh, Bella. I know Edward very well. His expression is going to be priceless if I ask you something he wasn't expecting me to. You'll understand when he gets here. Trust me."
"I don't think he would like that then."
Alex flashed me a hundred watt smile. "That's right he won't."
I shook my head. "No, I mean, I, uh, I'm no one, you know? I don't think I belong with your type of people." I said awkwardly, and he rolled his eyes.
"Bella, that's the most ridiculous thing I have ever heard. You're smart and gorgeous. I certainly think Edward will get angry if you call yourself 'no one'. You don't see yourself clearly."
"He's perfect."
Alex scoffed. "No, he's not. There are a million things wrong with him but if I tell them to you, you might not like him very much." I giggled, and he grinned at me.
"That's not happening, but I'll humor you."
Alex answered an incoming call he received.
"Hey, Vic… Alright, thanks." He laughed as he ended the call and stood up. I nervously stood up too. What happened?
"Bella, relax will you? Why are you so tense around me? You're fine with Edward," I blushed making him snort. "Sit in my chair," I frown. "Just do it."
I quickly settled myself in his chair and he opened a folder on his desk. I rolled my eyes when he clicked 'play' on some funny video from the internet.
"What are you doing?"
"It's a party trick to get somebody jealous. These videos will make you laugh and Edward will think we are having a good time."
"Oh my god, are you serious?"
Alex sighed heavily. "Trust me, Bella. Victoria told me he made a couple of people cry on the tenth floor. He is really pissed off right now. It's the perfect time."
I gazed at him in surprise. "He made people cry?"
"Not his first time. Come on, this compilation is really funny."
Alex and I watched a scary pranks compilation which was hilarious and we both laughed our asses off until we heard footsteps stomping in the direction of his office.
"That's your Edward." Alex murmured which made me blush and he closed the window immediately. He placed his hands on my shoulders and the door burst open as Edward walked in with a murderous stare in our direction. If looks could kill, Alex and I would be dead in a ditch right now. I mustered up some confidence and stared into his mesmerizing eyes.
"Edward, hey, you're back."
I remember how hurt Edward was when I agreed to go to the fundraiser as Alex's date. I am disappointed that he is not going to be at the event and part of me believes that he refused to go because of me. Maybe he is mad at Alex because he asked me and not someone better suited for him.
What happened this morning really created a turmoil of emotions in my heart. Alex had suggested to me yesterday that I should come to his condo in the morning because Edward comes over every Monday to wake him up.
So, when Smart Alex gave a call to Mrs. Cope, she mentioned that he had left early and didn't have anything to eat which really had me worried. The main purpose to prepare breakfast was so that Edward would eat it but he ended up snapping at me instead. I feel dejected about that but at the same time, Edward had no idea I was cooking it for him.
Over the past four days, I have been having second thoughts about attending the fundraiser. I have enough savings to buy myself a decent dress but I haven't saved my money just to blow it on a dress.
Maybe Angela can help.
The bell chimes when the main door of my store opens and I see a familiar figure enter. I can't help but smile. His gray eyes curiously stare at the crammed bookshelves, and he finally spots me sitting behind the counter. I stand up and walk over to him.
I met Will at the bar two weeks ago when I was drunk and stupid after breaking up with Riley. I remember kissing him. I stumbled into him at the club I went to with Angela and Emily two days ago. I ended up having a great time with him even though I had to ditch my friends.
"Hey, Bella! Got yourself a fancy place here, eh?" I roll my eyes and squeal when he lifts me off the ground to embrace me in a tight hug. I take a lungful of breath when he sets me down.
"Hi, Will. How are you?" I smile and he grins at me.
"I'm great. Do you mind if I take a look around?"
I shrug. "Go ahead."
Seth and Paul are staring at me narrowly as they conspiratorially whisper something amongst each other. I ignore them and sit back in my chair. A couple of minutes later they both walk over to me with unreadable expressions on their faces.
"Yes?" I ask politely and they sigh.
"Who is that guy? Is he your boyfriend?" Paul asks and I shake my head no.
"Does Jacob know?" Seth prods and I huff.
"He's not my boyfriend. Just a friend I met at a bar."
"Like a naked-friend?" Paul interjects and I slap his leg lightly. He laughs and they both drag two chairs in my direction so I am huddled against the counter. They both take a seat and give me a puzzled look. "Come on Bella, you can tell us. You are dressing nicer these days, who is it?"
"There is nobody. I like to dress up." Seth and Paul stare at each other for a second before they burst out laughing.
"That's impossible," Seth controls his laughing fit and stares at me intently. "Whose Audi dropped you off outside the store on Friday?"
My cheeks flame with blush and I clear my throat. "Were you guys spying on me? Plus, I'm not going to tell you, anyway."
"Bella, tell us."
"Don't corner me," I mutter and stare at the wooden desk stoically. I hope Angela gets her soon. "It's my personal life."
"Ah and when you ask us about our girlfriends?"
I blush brighter. "That's different. This is awkward for me."
"Whatever, Bella. We'll find out soon enough."
I look over their shoulders and watch Will walking in our direction with a handsome smile on his face. He is very attractive but I just don't feel a thing for him. Maybe because I only have eyes for Edward. Paul and Seth follow my gaze and scramble to their feet immediately.
"Will, these are my friends and co-workers, Paul and Seth. Guys, this is my friend, Will."
"Hello guys." Will flashes them a big grin.
"Hi." Both mutter shyly and I chuckle.
"Paul, Seth I believe there is some work still left to be done." I snap and they both mumble something under their breaths as they excuse themselves. Will laughs and takes a seat next to me which makes me realize he smells wonderfully pleasant.
"Why do you look so tense?" He asks and I muster up a half ass attempt at a smile.
"No, everything's great."
"Come on, beautiful. What is it?"
I blush and turn to him. "Um, well, I have to attend this charity fundraiser in two weeks but I don't have a nice dress for the event."
"The Victor Platt Foundation?"
I look at him surprised. "How do you know?"
He smirks. "I know everything, Bella."
I sigh with relief. "Yeah, you do. So the dress is my problem."
"Are you going alone?" I shake my head. He smiles teasingly. "Edward's date, huh?" I blush brightly and really wished it was true.
"Um not his," I mumble, playing the hem of my blouse. "Alex Platt's."
There is a beat of silence before Will bursts out laughing and struggles to catch his breath through the fits of laughter. Can laughter be attractive? I know I'm not good enough to be Alex's date but I still feel bad that Will is laughing.
I cast my eyes away sadly and hear him dragging the chair closer to me.
"Oh, Bella. I'm sorry, I didn't mean to laugh."
"It's okay; I know why you were laughing." I mumble.
He stiffens. "You do?"
"Yeah, I'm not good enough."
Will sighs. "Completely the opposite. I think you are too good for that jug head." I frown.
"You know him?"
"I've heard enough about him. You're too good for that fuckwit. Trust me."
"Hey, don't say that," I say softly. "He's a good person."
"That he is," There is a rueful smile on his face. "Anyway, so dress problem, is that it?" I nod. "No worries, I'll help you get one."
I grin. "Thanks, but my friend Angela is willing to help me."
"I was supposed to attend the event myself but I am going back to Sydney for a couple of weeks. And I'm your friend. Let me help."
"You are willing to help?"
"I think you'll need a guy's opinion."
"Um, okay." I mumble shyly, surprised by his kind gesture. Such a nice guy. "Thanks."
"What are friends for?" I smile.
"Funny, I don't even know your last name." He laughs with amusement and leans in towards me, to whisper in my ear.
"One day. I won't be the one telling you though." I turn to him.
"Oh really?" His gray eyes are always filled with a vibrant glow and an undertone I never understand. "Why are you in Seattle?"
"Because I like the summers here. I love it here in the States. I think I'll celebrate Christmas here this year too; it's summer in Australia during December. Christmas is going to be interesting, I can feel it."
"It's four months until Christmas."
"We'll get there." He winks at me and I smile.
Angela waltzes into the store juggling a couple of bags in her hands and wedging the phone between her shoulder and ear. I can see how much she is struggling and before I can reach over to help, Will beats me to it.
Angela gazes at him with a dazed expression, and she breathes out a 'wow' under her breath just as the phone uncaringly falls to the floor. I chuckle and shake my head. Will takes the bags from her and places them by the counter. I watch Angela lift her phone and the shock wears off her face as she walks over to me.
"Angela, this is Will. Will, this is my best friend, Angela."
"So nice to meet you Angela." He extends his hand, and she stares at it with a flabbergasted face.
"Ang," I mutter angrily. "Shake his hand."
"Oh!" Her cheeks turn pink and she lets out an embarrassingly laugh. "I'm sorry, Hi, Will. I'm Angela, did Bella mention that?" He chuckles as they shake hands.
"Yes, she did."
She shakes her head as if coming out of a daydream and turns to me. "What's up, Bells? You want to go out for lunch?"
"Um, actually I need your help with something."
"Sure." Her face turns serious.
Will shifts closer to me and offers Angela the spare chair. She quickly sits.
"There is this fundraiser on the 16th—"
"The Victor Platt Foundation?" Will smirks at me and I chuckle.
"Yes."
"I'm going as a representative for our magazine. It's an important event and I can't wait!"
"Um, I am kind of going too."
"Really?" She asks surprised. "You were asked? I thought they only had VIP passes." She whispers and Will chuckles.
"Actually, I was asked to accompany someone as their date." Angela turns to Will.
"Your date?"
"I wish, but no." She gazes at me, her brown eyes look far too curious for their own good.
"Then?"
"Alex Platt." I mumble and her mouth hangs open for ten seconds before she stares at me narrowly.
"The Cullen & Platt Architecture CEO, Alex Platt?"
I blush. "Yes and he isn't the only CEO." I add and Will tries to cover his smile with a cough.
"I know, but are you sure it was him?"
I roll my eyes. "Why would I lie?" Her eyes almost fall out of their sockets before she squeals.
"Oh my god! You are going to be a billionaire's date!" She shouts and I bury my face in my hands to fight the embarrassment. "Cheer up!" She ruffles my hair and I look at her.
"Well, that's the problem; I don't have anything to wear." Her eyes widen.
"Oh my god! You're right," She stands up and starts pacing. "You'll need a beautiful dress, then there'll be the matter of shoes, your make-up, maybe jewelry, you can't just go simple, it's the guy's family's charity, there are just two weeks left…" She continues muttering to herself and Will and I share a look.
"Angela, darling why don't you calm down?" Will mentions and she stops pacing, freezing in her stance. A blush covers her cheeks, and she turns shy.
"Ben." I cough out her husband's name, and she rolls her eyes.
"So, what are you planning?"
"Maybe we can go shopping? Will said he is willing to help."
Angela grins like she was just given the keys to the Disneyland. "Now this will be fun."
What have I gotten myself into?
I sluggishly drag my feet as I follow Angela and Will who are getting along a little too much. I am feeling left out because they can talk about fashion for hours. Three hours to be precise. Will works in the field of fashion and he is a plethora of knowledge. I check the time on my phone and see that it's four o'clock already.
I think we have roughly visited twelve shops and neither of them is satisfied with the dresses that are on sale. My phone suddenly buzzes and the name makes my heart flutter in my chest. I answer as quickly as I can.
"Hey." I can't help the shit-eating grin on my face.
"Hi, Bella. How are you?" Edward asks softly and I can hear the smile in his voice.
"I'm great. Are you off work?"
"Not really but I just called to let you know that after eating that breakfast you made, my lunch tasted very bland in comparison. You'll have to cook something for me again." I'm glad he liked the breakfast I made.
I compose myself before responding. "I was hoping you would say that you'll make something for me the next time."
"Ah, it might take a while for that to happen. I'm swamped with work these days."
"Alright, I guess I can be patient. Are you on a break?"
"Yeah for a couple of minutes. I was just planning my trip to Dubai with my associates."
"When is that?"
"I'll be visiting the site where we are going to build the residential complex. We have to finalize the plans before the end of next month."
"When are you leaving?"
"Possibly around last week of August. I'll be gone for two to three weeks, I think." Two-three weeks without seeing him! That's brutal.
"Oh." Is my smart response. I don't want to talk about him leaving.
"So, I can hear a lot of noise from your side. Are you out somewhere?"
I sigh softly. "Yeah. I'm shopping with… friends."
"Shopping for a gown for the fundraiser?"
I chuckle. "Yes. Something that looks nice on me."
"You look more beautiful when you wear something simple," I blush and my eyes follow Angela and Will who are in a heated discussion about something ten steps away from me.
"I'll keep that advice in mind."
"Is your friend Angela helping out with it?"
"Yes," I sigh. "I can't stand shopping for clothes."
Edward lets out a musical chuckle. "I think I realized that this morning."
Will and Angela stare at me for a fraction of second before they turn and start walking with a renewed confidence, like they know which store to go to this time. I realize if I don't keep up, I won't be able to catch up to their pace. I can hear Edward asking me a question but my eyes are racing over to where my two friends are going.
Not that store!
"Um, I'm sorry, Edward. What did you say?" I ask him to repeat his question as I gaze at my friends who are standing outside a store I never dare to look at. The prices are way over my spending limit.
"I was wondering where you're shopping."
"Um, at a couple of stores. Angela is being very picky. And right now she is standing outside one that is out of my league."
I watch Will gracefully make his way in my direction with a big grin on his face.
"Bella," Edward murmurs hesitantly. "If you want, I can—" Will cuts him off.
"Bella, come on! We've found the perfect store!" He grabs my hand in his and drags me in the direction of the store even though I try to resist.
"Who's that?" Edward asks curiously from the other line.
"Uh, a friend. Hold on," I put the phone away. "I really don't think that store is a good idea. I want to pay my rent for the next month." I hiss at Will and he chuckles.
"Don't worry about anything, sweetheart. Trust me." Will's smoldering gray eyes hold my gaze and the confidence in his smile makes me nod.
I place the phone back to my ear.
"Edward, can I call you later tonight? I have to go." Will smiles suggestively and I blush, rolling my eyes.
"Okay, bye." His voice is barely a whisper.
"Bye, Edward."
I end the call and Angela is tapping her foot impatiently as she waits for us. I approach her and stare at the large double doors of the store. Lysa's Closet. No, I don't want to enter the store. The gowns must cost a fortune. Why should I spend a lot of money to buy a dress that I'll probably never wear again?
"Angela, please. I don't want to go in there," I hiss anxiously and continue. "It's way out of my budget. I can't afford the clothes in there. Let's go somewhere else, please?"
"We don't know what the dresses cost by standing outside now, do we?" She links her arm with mine.
"I know how much they cost! They'll cost me six months of no TV!"
Angela ignores me and leads me inside the store with Will in tow. We enter a classy, straight-out-of-a-fashion-catalog store that is sophisticated and intimidating. It makes me feel like I'm wearing a mask that reads, 'I don't belong here'.
A woman, probably in her early twenties struts in our direction with a professional smile on her face. Her pantsuit makes me feel underdressed and I watch her sea-green eyes take in my attire but her face does not give away her feelings.
"Good afternoon. How may I help you?"
Angela decides to speak. "Good afternoon. My friend is having a little trouble finding the perfect gown to wear for a charity ball," She smiles at me as I blush. "I have no doubt we'll be able to find one here."
"Yes, of course ma'am. I believe you are the right store. Do you have a particular price in mind?"
I open my mouth to speak but Will wraps his arm around my shoulders and pulls me closer to him. "I don't think that's something we need to worry about, right Bella?"
Yes, I have to worry about it. I look at Will and he just winks at me making me sigh. I shake my head and turn to find the woman gazing at Will dreamily. She snaps out of her reverie and nods at us.
"Sure. We have a wide range of selections from the recent…" I ignore her ramblings and stay huddled up to Will as she leads us to where the gowns are. We enter a well-lit room with beige walls and white furniture that has a limited amount of racks holding beautiful gowns.
I am slightly overwhelmed as the salesgirl approaches different racks and shares details about the brands and fabrics of the gowns. Angela skips over to one of the racks and gingerly takes hold of a green wrap gown. The salesgirl leads me to one of the changing rooms and I step inside and lean my forehead against the full-length mirror as I close my eyes. I am tired already.
Forty minutes later, I adjust the straps of the fourth gown I am trying on and smile as I feel the silk against my skin. It's a long sleeveless gown in tulle, with a deep V-neck. I like it. I am comfortable wearing it unlike how I felt when trying on the others. I step out of the room and make my way to the three people waiting.
Angela squeals when her eyes fall on me. "It looks beautiful, Bella! You look so beautiful in this!"
I turn to Will but frown watching his displeased expression. "I don't know, Bella. It's not that great."
I sigh tiredly making him chuckle. "Will, please. I'm comfortable wearing this one."
"You have to make heads turn, Bella. You can't do that in this gown. Hold on."
Will saunters over to the rack farthest from us and his face takes on a calculated look as he rummages through the various gowns. He seems to be conflicted with two and he finally pulls out one making me gasp. It's perfect. He gives me a triumphant smile and I willingly walk back to the changing room.
I peel off the gown I am wearing and try on the new one. I struggle with the concealed hook and zip but manage to don it on successfully. It's a gold silk-lined sleeveless, boat neck, A-line gown with beading all over. I run my hands through my hair and try to make them look more presentable. I smile as I stare at my reflection in the mirror. It looks great.
I walk back over to Will and Angela who are busy fishing through other racks instead of waiting for me. I clear my throat which gets their attention. They have matching grins on their faces as they stare at me and Angela gives me a tight hug making me laugh.
"You look so pretty, Bella! Oh my god, this is it! And you don't need any alterations, it's a perfect fit! This doesn't happen very often!"
"Told you," Will smirks at me and I walk over to give him a hug and he chuckles. "Buy this," He whispers in my ear and I pull back to look at him. His gray eyes stare at me sincerely and he nods. "Trust me." Money, money.
"Um, okay. I'll just uh, go change."
I am slightly reluctant to take it off but I do. I finally dare to look at the price tag and my heart jumps out of my chest. $5000. Oh dear god. That's more than the balance on my card. Holy fuck! I can't buy this. No matter how perfect it is. I change back to my regular clothes and march over to Will who is speaking on the phone by the counter.
His smile disappears when I approach him and he ends the call quickly. Angela is nowhere to be seen and I think she must have gone to the restroom. Will rolls his eyes when he takes in my scared face but smiles at me.
"Bella, you're turning white. What's wrong?"
"I can't buy that dress, it's too pricey." I murmur softly and he chuckles.
"Did you read the tag?"
I shake my head. "No but I know the cost."
Will offers a smile to the woman behind the counter. "The bill, please."
"Yes, Mr.—" He clears his throat pointedly, and she smiles apologetically. "Yes, sir."
I frown at that exchange but before I can open my mouth, the woman announces the grand total.
"That'll be $500, ma'am."
"What? No, actually the co—" Will clamps his hand on my mouth and gives me a smile.
"Just buy it, Bella. We will talk about it later," I frown and he sighs with exasperation. "Later." He emphasizes on the word and I nod.
Ten minutes later, I walk out of the store with Will and he has a smile playing on his lips as he stares at me. I snatch the bag from his hands and turn to him. I glare at his handsome face and place my hands on my hips.
"What did you do?" I ask angrily and Will gives me an innocent smile.
"Nothing."
"Did you pay before I walked over there? I swear to god if you—"
He cuts me off. "I did not pay."
"Then why the hell did they sell that gown to me at such a cheap price?"
"They gave you an extravagant discount." He says calmly and I gasp.
"Why?"
"Because I made a phone call."
"Will, that was a very kind gesture. I appreciate it but you didn't have to pay."
Will gives me a tired smile. "I did not pay, darling. Trust me. I just told them my last name."
"And that is…?" I trail off, and he laughs.
"I live in Sydney; do you really think you know who my family is?"
"I could give it a shot."
"Never mind, Bella." He wraps an arm around my shoulders and I find myself walking towards the elevators.
"I'm getting very irritated. This is not over."
"You have the gown, why are you mad at me? I helped you out with a phone call."
I huff, shaking my head. "Who did you call? The owner of the store?"
"Yes."
His gray eyes stare at me sincerely and I blush, making him snort. "Where's Angela?"
"She went to find you shoes that match the gown. That's where we are going as well."
God help me.
"I don't think he can." Will murmurs to me and my eyes widen.
Did I say that out loud?
I smile politely as I walk past a mother rummaging through an aisle to find a decent storybook for her two kids—who by the way are getting restless as they stand by her side. It's almost six, of course they are, and it's time for dinner. I remember watching my nana cook dinner for the three of us. She used to make the best lasagna in the world. She used to add extra cheese because Jake and I both loved it.
I sigh softly and gather the books lying haphazardly on the wooden chair. I check their series number and walk over to the appropriate shelf. My nana would read me and Jake the most exciting bedtime stories. Sometimes, she would make up some characters that we wanted to hear about.
A chuckle escapes my lips when my eyes fall on the rocking chair I keep by the far wall. Jake used to hide under it every time he would mess up an arrangement of books. I have grown up in this bookstore. There are so many memories of Jake and me; memories about my grandmother that I can never forget.
This is the only thing I have left of her. I never wanted it. I never wanted to own this store. I wanted to write. I remember getting envelopes from various publishing houses for internships and part-time jobs. But those dreams disappeared when grandmother died and James happened. I shouldn't think about James.
"Hey, Bells!" I hear Seth yelling from the counter and I peek over to find him holding an envelope in his hand. I stride over to him and sigh softly as I hold the envelope in my hands.
It's a letter from the IRS. I know what this is about. Ugh, I can't deal with this right now! I shove the letter in a drawer and find Seth staring at me.
"It's the second letter you've received since June, Bella. I think we have a problem."
I manage a weak smile on my face and shake my head. "It's fine, Seth. We'll talk about it later."
"Will they auction the store?"
"No!" I chuckle, patting his cheek. "Of course not. They won't do that. There is still time but maybe not as long as we thought we did. I was not expecting this letter to arrive until a couple of more months. I can talk to some of my friends," Edward. "About this."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure," I offer him a warm smile and he smiles back. "I just need to—" My eyes trail over to the entrance and I pale instantly.
"Hi, Bella." Riley rasps out as he staggers inside the store clumsily. I gasp. He is drunk.
"Hey, get out of here!" Seth shouts, catching people's attention.
"Seth," I chastise him softly and he looks at me. "There are kids here. Don't make a scene. I'll handle him."
"I'm not going anywhere." He says adamantly and I roll my eyes.
"Can you at least stand back so I can speak to him?"
"He's drunk, Bella! What are you going to talk about?"
"Hush, I'll be fine."
Seth steps aside but I can feel him stubbornly standing behind me. I take a step in Riley's direction who is glaring at me. I stare at him with an unreadable expression on my face and sigh softly.
"What do you want, Riley?"
"You! Leave that guy." He whisper-yells for some reason and I shake my head.
"I won't. You have to stop this now, Riley. This is getting very uncomfortable for me."
"Think about it. I've never felt this way about anyone since my wife died two years ago."
Oh. My. God! He is mentally unstable. I can't believe I went out with this guy. I have never been more scared in my life.
"Riley, I think you need help." I whisper calmly and he growls softly as he marches over to me. His hand lunges for my throat but Seth pushes him hard onto the floor. I let out a shaky breath and stare at his enraged face as I reach for my phone that I keep on the desk.
"Isabella, don't do this." Riley warns with a sinister look that chills me to the bone.
"Don't make me call the police, Riley." I murmur, trying to muster up some courage. He picks himself up off the floor and stumbles out of the store wordlessly, leaving me confused.
"Bells, are you okay?" Seth asks softly and I nod as I hear nothing but silence around me. I find all eyes on me and I flush to the roots of my hair as I walk to my small office. I lock the door as soon as I step inside. I press myself against the door and try to calm my erratic heartbeats.
Edward.
I don't know why but I feel at peace just thinking about him. I loosen the hold on my phone as my trembling hands search for his name in my call logs. I call him and press the phone tightly against my ear.
"Good evening, Ms. Swan. How are you?" His velvety voice floats from the other line and I sigh softly.
"Hi, Edward." I try to sound as normal as possible. I hear him breathe heavily on the other end of the line.
"Tell me. What happened, Bella?" He asks with concern and my eyes well up with tears.
"Riley walked into my store a couple of minutes ago. He was drunk and said that he wanted me. I am so scared; Edward and I don't know what to do. I just…" I choke and wipe away the tears that threaten to spill from my eyes.
"Are you okay? Should I come over?"
"No!" My eyes widen and I shake my head, although he can't see it. "I just wanted to speak to you."
"I'm glad you called then," He says calmly and I hear a door close on his end.
"I was going to call the police on him."
"Hey! Don't do that the time next time," I can practically imagine him frowning. "Give me a call. I have people who can take care of that piece of shit. You don't need to get the police involved."
"But—"
"Promise me you will give me a call. No matter what time it is." Edward says firmly and I bite my bottom lip.
"I promise," I murmur and sniffle softly. "Thank you."
"No problem, Bella. Please tell me you are feeling better."
"I am," I say honestly and hear him sigh softly. "Thank you for being so calm about this."
"Yes, it took a lot of restraint from my side. Trust me. I want to know if there is something he said to you that sounded off."
"He told me his wife died two years ago," I whisper and hear his sharp intake of breath. "That scared me more."
"Oh fuck, that does not sound good. Is there anything else that you can remember about him? Anything at all."
"Uh," I pause and think hard about the time I spent the night at his apartment. Like someone has knocked sense into me, I recall it. "Oh yes! His guest bedroom; It was locked. He told me it's always locked."
"The guest bedroom?" I can hear his confusion and I remain silent. "Well, I'll have someone look into this guy. Don't worry about anything."
"Thanks again."
"I warned you about this." Is all he says.
"I had no idea this would happen."
"I know, I'm sorry. I don't blame you for this. I'll take care of it. Stay safe, okay? I have some work to do. I'll call you later tonight."
"Okay, bye Edward."
"Bye, Bella." I disconnect the call.
I close my eyes and try to let the conversation I just had with Edward sink in. He is going to keep me safe. I know he will. I wish he was here right now. But his reassurance was enough for me get a good night's sleep. I need to forget about everything and look forward to tomorrow because I finally get to spend some time with Jake.
I hope I can forget about this by the time I wake up tomorrow.
August 04, 2015
I move the food around on my plate as I watch Jacob inhale his food. There is a big grin on his face and it dawns on me that he hasn't eaten a healthy dinner since last week. He has gotten busy over the past couple of days and I'm glad he loves his work. I stuff a bite of rice and chicken into my mouth and let the flavors burst on my tongue as I chew slowly.
"Bells, what's wrong? You look lost." Jake mumbles and I shake my head.
"I'm good, just tired. What's up with you?"
"Work is great. And everyone in the office is talking about the annual fundraiser that happens on Victor Platt's birthday."
"I know."
"You do? Did you read about it in the newspaper?"
"Um," I clear my throat. "That's what I wanted to talk to you about."
"What is it?"
"I'm going to the charity ball this year."
Jake stares at me for a moment but resumes eating like he has been starving for weeks. "I don't think the tickets are for sale. How did you get in?"
"I know," I start off hesitantly and he gazes at me cautiously. "Somebody asked me to be his date."
"Oh? Someone I know?" Your boss.
"Yeah, maybe."
"What's his name?"
I shake my head. "I don't want to say." I mumble and gobble food into my mouth.
"Come on, you can tell me. Is it Riley?"
I control an internal shudder and shake my head.
"Don't judge me." I warn and he laughs.
"I promise, I won't."
"It's Alex Platt." I whisper and the fork drops from his hand as he stares at me like I've grown three heads.
"What? I mean… How? Huh… Really?" He stammers out and I nod slowly.
"We, uh bumped into each other at a coffee shop and got to talking," I lie and continue. "We're good friends. We'd met twice before, and he asked if I was free that Sunday. I said yes. So yeah," I nod in his direction. "I'm going as his date. Do you have problem with that?"
"Of course I do!" His voice turns squeaky, and he gives me an incredulous stare. "He is my boss, it's too weird! I don't even have the guts to speak with him and you are his good friend? Soon enough you'll be dating him and then getting married," My eyes widen as he pales next to me. "Oh my god, my sister is marrying my boss."
"Are you finished yet?" I ask flatly and he chugs down some water.
"Yeah."
"We're friends and he isn't your boss. He is your boss' boss. And, technically Edward is your boss." I point out and bite my tongue realizing that I should've said Mr. Cullen.
"That's not fair, it's still weird." He mumbles.
"Whatever, Jake; I don't care."
Jake rolls his eyes. "Yeah, alright. If you were going out with Mr. Cullen, that would've been weirder," I ignore his comment and take small sips of my water. "I hear he is engaged, but he is also dating a different woman."
The water splutters from my mouth onto my lap and the table. I cough awkwardly and he frowns at me.
"Are you alright?"
"Yeah," I cough a little. "I'm good. What were you saying?"
"I heard he has been seen with a different woman in the office a couple of times. They were getting very cozy," He gives me a sly smile like he knows the secret behind the lost city of Atlantis.
"Why are you so excited?" I ask with a disinterested gaze and he chuckles.
"Oh come on, who doesn't like to hear about their boss' affair?"
"I don't want to." I mutter and he laughs.
"I heard she met with a few people from the office too. The guys from the eleventh floor told me she was hotter than Tanya Denali." My cheeks flame and I stare at Jacob. "No wonder Mr. Cullen went after her."
"I think I've heard enough." I mutter and glare at him but he gives me an impish grin.
"I bet she is a gold-digger. Hanging around until Mr. Cullen can buy her a new life. Then she'll leave him," Jake takes in my seething face and chuckles. "I'm kidding, Bells. I know Mr. Cullen is a good man. He wouldn't do something like that. People just like to spice things up around the office."
I let out an internal sigh of relief and manage a weak smile. "You're right."
"But you never know with rich people." He mumbles and I frown.
"They aren't all bad. He's um; I mean he must be just like any other normal guy."
"Mr. Cullen usually is, but then he owns the company, he can do whatever the hell he wants."
"That's true."
"And boy, he gets angry as hell. On Friday, he was screaming bloody murder at the people on the tenth floor. He always needs everything done to perfection. Mr. Cullen even shouts at your new boyfriend sometimes." Jake teases and I scoff.
"Alex can never be my boyfriend."
"It sounds very weird that you two are friends."
"Shut up." I mumble and he shrugs before digging back into his dinner.
"You should write a cookbook, Bells. I swear to god, people would go crazy."
"You think so?"
"I'm sure of it. You are the best cook I know." I smile and ruffle his hair.
"Yeah, alright. I'll think about it."
"Good." He grins.
I sit up straighter and look him square in the eye. "So, is there any girl you like in the office?"
Jake groans and I smile because he knows there is no way he is getting out of this conversation.
I sigh softly as I flip to the next page of the book I'm reading. My phone buzzes by my side and I check the screen to find a text message from Edward. A grin erupts on my face as I open it.
Hey —E
I type back as fast as my fingers will allow.
Hi. —B
How was dinner? —E
It was fun to spend some quality time with Jake. —B
That's great. —E
I finally told him that I was going as Alex's date to the fundraiser. —B
Did he freak out? —E
On some level. But it was better than I thought it was going to be.
He took it better than I imagined. —B
I'll let Alex know that, he's right next to me. —E
Are you guys out? —B
Alex and I are out on a drive. —E
How romantic. —B
I lean my head against the cold window glass and close my eyes. It feels so quiet and serene sitting by the window of my bedroom. My phone buzzes and I open the text instantly.
We like to get out of the city for some time when work takes a toll on us. It's energizing. —E
Where are you going? I hope Alex is the one driving. —B
Yes, Alex is driving. And we are on our way to Oregon. —E
What? Oregon? That's more than 300 miles away! Does this mean he won't make it to lunch tomorrow? How can he go for a drive that far?
That's far. When will you be back? —B
It will be a four hour drive round trip by the speed we are going. —E
Is it a supercar? —B
You can say that. We love speed and the car can't be driven around the city. —E
Will you both be safe? —B
Yes, don't worry. Are we still on for tomorrow? —E
Reading this message is a relief! At least he wants to go out tomorrow.
Sure! —B
And we'll go to a place of my choice this time, if that's okay with you? —E
Why not? —B
Great! Now, Alex wants me to hang up. I'll see you tomorrow. —E
Text me when you get home, please. Have a safe drive. —B
I will. Sweet dreams, Bella. —E
Good night :) —B
I sigh and hang up, not expecting a reply. I set the book aside and get off the couch. I wrap my hair up in a messy bun and quietly stare at the bed. I'm not sleepy yet. Maybe a shower will help. I enter the bathroom and strip out of my clothes before I step inside the shower. Part of me is worried if Edward and Alex are safe. I hope they are.
Ten minutes later, the doorbell rings and I groan tiredly as I turn the shower knobs off. I grab my only robe and wrap it around my body. I knot the sash and walk over to answer the front door. The bell rings incessantly and I roll my eyes.
I peek through the peephole and stifle a gasp. It's Riley. My heart stutters in my chest. Should I answer? No. My trembling hands reach for the door handle but I shouldn't answer the door. What if he is carrying a weapon?
I squint when I realize he is holding a large bouquet of flowers in his hands. They are the same tulips he leaves at my doormat every day. I have no idea how to be around him after what happened at the store yesterday. I don't think I can forget that. Ten minutes later, he gives up and leaves the flowers in the middle of the passageway before walking in the direction of the elevators.
I sigh to myself when I hear the ding of an elevator. I wait for a couple of seconds before I open the door and step out. I pick up the flowers and hear some movement from my periphery. I slowly look towards the elevators and gasp when I see Riley sprinting my way. His murderous glare makes me breathless as I find the ability to stand up on my feet.
Before he can reach me, I enter the apartment and lock the door. Riley starts pounding on the door and screams at me to open it but I stay put. My heart goes into overdrive as I hear his warnings from the other side. I have no idea what to do.
"Bella! Open the motherfucking door!" He wails and tears prick my eyes. "I'll wait right here for you! You have to come out of the apartment sometime! Open the fucking door!" He roars and I wipe away my tears. "You fucking slut! You slept with another guy when you were with me!"
A sob escapes my chest and I sprint in the direction of the bedroom. I lock the door and reach immediately for my phone. I curl up on my bed under the blanket and try to ignore the thumping of the front door.
I can call Jacob and he can get here in no time. But, Edward's velvety voice echoes inside my head.
"Promise me you will give me a call. No matter what time it is."
I place a call to Edward as fast as I can. He answers on the first ring and chuckles softly.
"Bella, I am going to leave you a text when I got home. Don't you trust me?" Edward asks softly and his voice is alight with humor. He told me to be careful about Riley. I can't help but weep softly. "Bella? Are you crying? What is it?"
I try to control the surge of emotions bubbling inside my chest. "Riley." I whimper and hear him sigh on the other line.
"What did he do now? Did he leave flowers at your doorstep again?"
"He's drunk," I whisper and wipe away my tears. "He is pounding on the door, telling me to open it. He said that he won't leave. Edward, I'm scared."
"Alex, pull over the car," I hear Edward muttering but Alex protests making him groan. "Stop the fucking car right now!"
"Edward?" I call out his name softly when I hear nothing but silence from the other line.
"Bella, I'll call you back in two minutes, okay?" I can hear the urgency in his voice but it's is calming me down.
"Don't hang up, please." I murmur and bite my bottom lip nervously.
"Just two minutes, love."
Edward disconnects the call and I bury face against the pillow as I try to be patient for two minutes. Five minutes later, Edward calls me and I answer it within a flash.
"Hello?" I breathe out.
"He'll be gone in twenty minutes, I promise you."
"Thank you, Edward." I splutter, tears coursing down my face.
"Bella, don't cry. He isn't coming into the apartment. Trust me."
"I'm sorry. It's just that I've been through something very similar in the past and it took me years to get over it."
I close my eyes and try to block out the memories of James and his mother and the hospital and my sessions with the therapist.
"Don't apologize, Bella. Do you want to talk about it?" He asks softly and I shake my head although he can't see me.
"I'm not ready, yet." I don't think you'll want to be around me after I tell you.
"I'm always here for you, okay?"
My heart melts when he says that. "Thank you for being so understanding."
"I'm happy I can help. And just forget about what happened a while ago. Can you do that for me?"
"If it saves me a sleepless night, I can try."
Edward chuckles. "Good. So, tell me your favorite color."
I smile instantly. "What?"
"Well, I'm distracting you plus, I want to know. What is it?"
"Green." I answer within a heartbeat.
"Interesting," He muses and continues. "Why?"
Because your eyes are green.
"I don't have a reason. What's yours?"
"Blue."
"Why is that?"
"Maybe I'll tell you someday."
Edward and I speak for the next twenty minutes, talking about the silliest things that incidentally make me laugh and keep my mind off who is standing two doors away from me. I never thought Edward would be interested in speaking on such inane topics like sharing his pet peeves but he really seems to be enjoying it.
I don't hear Alex or the rumbling of the engine of his car like I did previously. Maybe they took a break. I shake those thoughts away and listen intently as he tells me how he has always wanted to be an architect since he was a kid. That he used to travel around the world with his grandfather to visit the sites.
"… but I had no idea how pain in the ass the work was going to get when I actually had to run the company."
I laugh. "I wanted to work at the movie theatre when I was six so your dreams were more ambitious than mine."
"A movie theatre? Why such fascinating goals, may I ask?"
"For the free candy, of course. "Edward chuckles. "Ah, there it is. Well, I think we might have a job for you at my office."
"Why, do you own a movie theatre?"
"Yes."
My eyes widen. "What?"
"The initial four floors are specifically meant for the employees to visit for their leisure. There are cafes, restaurants, a theatre, gym, a pool and many other facilities. Sometimes, we need to work for longer hours than intended, and it comes in handy."
"That's very extravagant. No wonder Jake wanted an internship at your office." I mutter and hear him laughing on the other line.
"I think I've seen him at the gym a couple of times."
"Of course you have." I whisper and stifle a yawn.
"Hold on," Edward murmurs gently and I finally hear Alex's voice but I can't understand the words. "Bella, I have to hang up now. Alex is getting restless, and it's my turn to drive."
"Okay. I'm sorry for taking up so much of your time."
"No worries. Alex was just making me shut up because it's late and you should be resting. Go to sleep, I'll see you tomorrow."
"Is Riley… um, is he really gone?" I ask hesitantly and he sighs on the other line.
"I bet you he is."
I cover a yawn with the back of my hand. "Thank you for distracting me."
"My pleasure, Ms. Swan. Good night."
"You too, Edward."
"Bye."
I hang up the phone and keep it on the nightstand. I turn the lights off and hug myself and pray that he is gone when I step out of the apartment tomorrow morning.
I can't wait for tomorrow.
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