THE OTHER WOMAN
DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS IT ALL.
August 05, 2015
EDWARD
"Why are you so angry with your parents all the time? Yes, they suggested that you date Tanya, but you agreed to go out with her."
Aunt Jane's voice echoes in my thoughts like it has for the past eight days every time I'm around Tanya. But, that's not the only reason why I'm angry with my parents. When my mom dropped by at my office a couple of weeks ago, she said something that I don't think I can ever forget.
"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 child."
Will she ever approve of Bella? Even if tell her how much I have changed ever since I have met her? I'm happier and calmer than I ever was before. I am trying to make an effort to spend time with my family and not aborting plans to avoid the meet and greets. Bella strongly believes that family is the most important aspect in one's life.
How can I possibly make my parents see that the Denalis are toying with us for their business? I'm missing out on something very important. Something obvious, but important. I need to find out soon. I shake off these distracting thoughts and concentrate on the task at hand.
I skim through the email I have just finished typing. I can smell the car freshener, the hint of woody spicy fragrance coming from my left. I faintly hear the soft classical music playing in the car which is overshadowed by the chatter of a nasally voice. It's a Wednesday morning and I can't believe I'm wasting my time with her.
"… and I have a couple of acquaintances from daddy's office. I know they might never get to attend an event on such a grand scale so I think we should send out invitations to them as well."
I give Tanya a hard stare and she stops talking. Her icy blue eyes gaze at me nervously and I remember that look very well. She held the same expression on her face seven months ago when she met me at the Christmas party my parents hosted in Chicago.
"Edward, I hear you're moving to Seattle soon."
The bar. We were at the bar. The waiter. The drink. Tanya ordered our drinks. I drank a lot of gin and tonic. Or was it just one glass? The fuzzy memory is hard to describe but I can certainly recall the smirk on Eleazar's face when his daughter dragged me off somewhere. My drink! She wouldn't... Would she? I'm going to have Zidek look into this matter.
"Edward, darling are you okay?!" I hear the nasally voice again which snaps me out of my reverie.
"I'm working here." I mutter angrily and she pouts.
"You've been busy all week."
"I have work which is more important than you whining about some of your stupid friends."
"It is about our engagement party!"
Anger flares inside me. Our engagement. "I don't even want to date you. You are getting a little ahead of yourself."
"Your parents will never let you break up with me. I can bet you on it." I hear the arrogance in her voice which fuels my annoyance. I grab her chin roughly and twist her head in my direction.
"You have no idea what I can do," I hiss coldly and she shrinks back taking in my expression. "Our photos are in the paper, people know we are dating. Isn't that all your parents' want?"
"That's what your parents want." Tanya answers in a clipped tone and I chuckle humorlessly.
"If you knew the reason, why my parents asked me to date you, you'd laugh. Family means more to them than anything else in this world. They consider your parents to be a part of our family. But you know what? They don't know what Eleazar Denali is really like. They're going to know soon enough." I warn her and she visibly pales.
"My father is a good man. How dare you say something like that about him?!" She roars angrily and I stare at her narrowly.
"Keep your fucking voice down," I whisper softly and steal a glance in Matt's direction who is subtly trying to ignore us. "And we both know what a douchebag your dad is. There is no denying that. I've known about his shit for a long time, and I am going to tell my parents everything."
Tanya shrugs my hand away from her face and crosses her arms over her chest. "What do you really want, Edward?"
"Someone you can never be." I murmur gently and she huffs.
"Why? You got a little whore to keep you happy when I'm not around? I saw that photo in the paper." She levels my death glare and I have the sudden urge to punch her.
"Matt stop the car," I say calmly and the car halts immediately on the side of the road. "Get Ms. Denali's bags out. I think she can walk to the tarmac on her own. I'm late for a meeting."
Tanya blinks and frantically looks over at Matt who is about to step out of the car. "What? No! Start the car! My friends are waiting for me!"
"Matt, I need a minute with Ms. Denali." I nod at him and he shuts the door as he steps out of the car.
"Edward, are you cheating on me?" Tanya asks with a heartbroken expression and I glare at her.
"No," I snap angrily but a chuckle escapes my lips. "I really wish I was. But no."
"You don't want to be with me?"
"No." I answer within a heartbeat and her eyes well up with tears.
"Then why are we dating?"
"You should ask yourself that question."
"Well, we're dating because I love you so much!" I grab her wrists when she tries to throw her arms around my neck. She scowls in my direction and I smile humorlessly.
"You don't think I know?" I ask curiously and she frowns.
"Know what?"
"You don't think I know?" I repeat and her eyes tighten a little but her face gives nothing away.
"How can you even think I'm seeing people behind your back?"
"I never said anything." I murmur and she goes quiet.
"You are my boyfriend and there is nothing you can do about it." She mutters with a tone of finality and I chuckle.
"Fifty days," I say softly but my voice is laced with a dangerous threat. "Those words will hold no meaning fifty days from now. I will make sure your family regrets messing with mine."
"Who are you kidding, Edward? You don't give a shit about anybody but yourself."
"I'll remember that you said that."
"Why don't you just tell your family everything right now and break up with me?"
"My sweet girlfriend wants to break up with me?" I ask dryly and she rolls her eyes. "I'm sorry, sweetheart but you'll have to wait for fifty days. I know it's going to be tough. We'll have to pretend to like each other in front of our families but that's something we've been doing for the last six-seven months.
Tanya stares at me anxiously and I brush my hand against her cheek. My eyes pierce into her blue orbs and she leans in my direction. Her lips part softly and I bring her face close to mine. Her eyes close on their own accord and I feel her breathing visibly faltering.
"I'll get what I want, Tanya." I whisper and her eyes open with a dazed expression. She places her hands on either side of my face and I can see the yearning in her face to make things right. She knows everything is going to go downhill from now on.
"What do you want?" I search a trace of Bella in her features but find nothing; not even an inch of warmth in her eyes.
"Someone you can never be."
Tanya shakes her head as if getting herself out of her spell and I roughly shrug her hands away from my face. I glare at her and she gulps, keeping a small distance between us as she studies my face intently.
"I'll do anything to make sure you stay with me."
"I won't stay. Don't waste your time." I say honestly and see a smile inching on her face out of my periphery.
"You'll see." I can hear the challenge in her voice but I'm up for anything if it means that by the end of it all, I can be with Bella.
I will be able to hold her and kiss her and take her to… My thoughts are interrupted when Matt settles himself in the car again. The engine purrs to life and we are on our way to the airport. I turn to find Tanya furiously typing on her phone but I am not in the mood to give a shit about her.
Twenty minutes later, Matt is speeding to my office where Mr. Omar is already flirting voraciously with Kate. Some pervert he is. My mind gravitates back to Bella and I check my watch. It's nine-thirty. I hope Bella had a peaceful night. I almost had a heart attack when she called me about Riley.
I have no idea why I felt so protective of Bella. She means alot to me. I need to be careful around her at least until I break up with Tanya. But I know I won't be able to keep my distance from her. I shake my head and gaze thoughtfully at Matt.
"Hey, Matt?"
"Yes, Mr. Cullen?"
"How long have you been married to Maria?"
"Eight years, sir."
"And how did you know you were in love with her?" His eyes meet mine in the rearview mirror for a fraction of a second.
"You just know it, sir."
Oh.
I check my watch and resume reading the draft of the sustainability report. It's ten-thirty and my coffee is still not here. What the hell is Victoria doing? I have sent Julie with Kyle so that they could show Mr. Omar around the office and I could earn some extra time to proofread the work emailed to me.
I buzz Victoria.
"Yes, Mr. Cullen?"
"Where's my coffee?" I snap and she chortles.
"I think you are forgetting something, sir."
I sigh impatiently. "Vic, I don't care. I need my coffee right now."
"Your second assistant has graced us with her presence today. She is reporting twelve days late and annoying the hell out of me."
I chuckle. "Fine. Send Gina in," Victoria laughs making me frown. "What's so funny?"
"Her name is Gianna."
"Oh? I thought it was Gina because everybody calls her that."
"That's because you call her Gina. Everyone is scared to correct you and I would've told but I don't like her so it's fun this way."
I shake my head. "Send Gina in, Vic. I have work to do."
She snorts. "Yes, sir."
I hear the clicking of heels approaching my office and the doors open to reveal Gina standing on the other side. I feel irritated just looking at her. She is attractive, I'd say, with blonde hair and amber eyes. She nervously meets my gaze and stiffens when she finds me glaring at her.
"Get my coffee." Gina scurries out of the office and returns with my cup of coffee.
"How was your vacation?" I ask quietly and her cheeks turn pink.
"I-It was good, Mr. Cullen."
"I hear you are twelve days late."
"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen." She plays with her hair, fueling my anger.
"What's your name again?"
"G-Gianna."
"Well Gianna, this won't happen again. HR can easily reassign you to another position and I'll have a different assistant.."
A fear generates in her posture. "Yes, Mr. Cullen. It won't happen again." I run a hand through my hair and let out a sigh.
"Alright. Let me know when Mr. Omar and his team get here."
"Sir." She nods.
"And button up your shirt." I glare at her and within seconds she dashes out of the room.
My phone buzzes by my side and I grin from ear to ear when Bella's name flashes on the screen. I answer it as soon as I can.
"Good morning, Bella. How did you sleep last night?" She sighs on the other line.
"I slept well, thanks to you. Where are you right now?"
I chuckle. "Take a guess." I read the draft simultaneously.
"Wow, that is a tough question," Bella says impassively and I laugh. "I think you are in your office."
"I always knew you were smart. What are you doing?"
"I am having breakfast and then leaving for the store in ten minutes."
"Are you feeling better now?" I ask softly. I can't help be concerned.
"If I don't think about last night, then yes I am."
It had taken everything in me to not turn the car around and rush over to her apartment and kill Riley myself. I had Zidek and his team handle it instead. I hope they left him some place Bella will never see him again. It was the first time I had heard Bella cry so hard and it was excruciating to hear it.
"Don't think about it then."
"I'll try," I hear her heavy breathing on the other line.
"Let's talk about something else." I suggest softly and shut the file I was reading.
"Um okay," I can hear her smile, which makes me smile. "Where are we going today?"
"That's a surprise, Ms. Swan. I can't tell you."
"Please? Maybe just a hint?"
"Okay. You know the place very well."
"Have we eaten lunch there before?"
"No."
"Why don't you text me the address and I'll meet you there." The irony.
"You wouldn't know it."
"Edward, you just said I knew the place." God!
"Just come here, Bella. I'll let you know on our way."
"Okay."
I know that if I tell Bella about my plans, she won't leave her apartment and I want her to get over her fear that Riley is standing outside. She should know that I'll keep her safe no matter what happens.
I hear a door creak from the other end of the line. "Are you leaving for the store?"
"No, I was in my bedroom."
I roll my eyes. "You had breakfast in your bedroom? Bella, you're being really paranoid."
"I was just being safe." Bella says shakily and I sigh.
"Bella, it's fine. He's gone." I say in the softest voice I can muster. Something about her past is still haunting her and I want to know what that is. It had to be something dangerous if it has her this anxious.
"Okay."
My intercom buzzes with a message from Gina that informs me that Mr. Omar and his team are in the conference room. I stand up and button my jacket as I try to hear something from Bella but there is nothing but silence.
"Bella? Are you there?" I ask and Victoria walks in with a smile on her face.
I motion to the two files and my laptop on the desk as I exit the office. I patiently wait for Bella to speak but my anxiety spikes when I catch no sound of movement from her side.
"Bella?"
"Edward, he isn't there, is he?" Her voice is nothing but a whisper.
"No, love. I promise you he isn't there."
"What if he drops by at the store?"
"He won't. I've made sure of it. Trust me, please."
"I trust you."
I sigh with relief when she says that.
"Where are you now?"
"At the front door."
I chuckle. "Look through the peephole, can you see anything?"
"No, but last night the same thing happened and when I opened the door, he was by the elevators."
I really wish I could kill Riley right now.
"Why don't you open the door and check while I stay on the line." I suggest gently and stop outside the conference room. I find everyone gazing at me through the glass doors and I offer a polite smile.
"He isn't there." Bella mumbles and I can hear the relief in her voice.
"And he won't be. I'll wait for you here."
"Okay."
"I'll see you in a while then."
"Thank you, Edward."
"It's no problem, Bella. Bye."
"Bye, Edward."
I smile hearing the smile in her voice and end the call. I hand my phone over to Victoria who is patiently standing behind me.
"What happened?" She asks.
"Long story." I shake my head and open the doors to enter the conference room.
Sixty minutes to go.
Mr. Omar seems inquisitive as he asks me about Seattle and what places he could visit in the next two days he has left in this city. The only thing we both have in common is our interest in golf. I had to listen to this man talk about his perverted thoughts for four hours when we played two days ago. I am not anxious for a repeat performance.
"My associate, Amun told me that it rains a lot here."
I chuckle. "Well, it drizzles all year long, but I have yet to see the heavy rains since I moved here six months ago. The weather has been much better than I thought."
Mr. Omar laughs. "Yes, of course. You were in Chicago."
"Well, winters are worse in Chicago so I'm glad I moved here."
Victoria struts in our direction with a smile on her face and I internally let out a soft groan. I sigh and stare at Mr. Omar who is busying giving an over-friendly smile to my assistant.
"Mr. Omar, your reservations are ready."
"Thank you, Ms. Preston."
"Vic, thanks." I mutter pointedly and she frowns but walks away.
Rich man or not, the guy is a pervert.
The elevator opens and Bella steps out with a warm smile on her face. I frown when I notice that her face looks tired. Her eyes meet mine and she blushes making me grin. Her front-zip denim dress perfectly hugs her curves, and she looks fucking beautiful. God, how many times do I have to tell myself to not think about her that way?
Mr. Omar follows my gaze and his eyes never leave Bella which makes me irritated. I clear my throat loudly and he turns to me.
"You have beautiful staff at your office, Mr. Cullen."
I smile and shake my head. "She isn't one of my staff members." I murmur and motion Bella to walk over to me.
Bella gives me a curious smile and I wrap my arm protectively around her waist. She steals a meek glance in Mr. Omar's direction who is blatantly staring at her in return.
"Love, this is Mr. Omar, I told you about the res—"
"The residential project, yes. Hi, I'm Bella Swan," Bella nods, playing along. It's a relief he doesn't know anything about Tanya. "Mr. Omar, it's nice to meet you. You've been keeping my boyfriend busy lately."
Mr. Omar laughs after the initial shock of staring at her gorgeous face has worn off. "I'm sure Edward wouldn't miss a chance to spend time with you, Ms. Swan."
I smile and press my lips against Bella's hair. The elevator opens and Mr. Omar's business associate walks in hastily.
"And, that's my cue. It was wonderful to meet you, Ms. Swan."
"Likewise."
"I'll see you tomorrow, Edward."
"Have a great day."
When he is out of an earshot, Bella laughs making me smile.
"I didn't know you had married perverted clients as well."
"Just that one," I sigh softly and stare at her patiently. "Are you okay?"
"I really am." She grins at me and I reluctantly unwrap my arm around her.
"Good. I just need to return to my office for ten minutes, is that alright?" I ask softly and she nods.
"I can be patient. I have to call a friend anyway, his flight takes off in an hour, I think."
"Okay, I'll be back soon."
Ten minutes later, I hear Gina's voice echoing through the empty corridors. I frown. She is terrified of Victoria and others don't give a shit about her. My eyes widen when I hear her say Bella's name.
"… and there is no way in hell he would want you here. Why the hell are you here, Bella?"
"Gianna, I really don't want to argue with you. "Are you here to take my job? There is no way you are getting it." Gina hisses and I shake my head.
So she knows Bella. Great.
She continues. "You are the last person on Earth I want to see on this floor. Where is that dress from anyway? Target?"
Alright that's it.
I stride in their direction and find Bella studying my face carefully but her eyes look exhausted. Gina holds a smug expression on her face and I try to avoid staring at her. I gaze at Bella and tip her chin in my direction.
"Shall we get going?" I ask softly and she nods. I smile and turn to Gina who has turned white.
"Gina, any chance you know Ms. Swan here?"
She shuffles her feet. "Bella and—"
"Ms. Swan." I correct her.
"Ms. Swan and I went to the same high school." I chuckle humorlessly.
"Well, isn't that lovely?" I say blankly and give her a hard stare. "I don't ever want you to speak with any guest who enters my office again, am I clear? Julie can take over your work. And stay away from Bella."
I grab Bella's hand in mine and we make our way to the elevator. I find her staring at me with amusement on her face.
"What?"
"Don't you think you went a little overboard?"
"I'm not a big fan of Gina. You just gave me a reason to get her off my back."
"Her name is Gianna."
"I don't care." I mutter and she laughs softly.
At least I can make her laugh.
"Edward?"
"Yes, Bella?" I ask patiently and she huffs angrily.
"Where are we going?" Bella asks for the fourth time and I laugh.
"Can't you recognize the street?"
"I think I know but I might be wrong."
I shake my head. "It's not a life and death situation, Bella. Go to sleep if you want. You look tired anyway."
Bella rolls her eyes out of my periphery but I smile when she actually leans her head against the window and closes her eyes. Damn, I wish Matt was driving. I'd like to stare at her peaceful face, no matter how creepy that sounds.
Twenty minutes later, I cut the engine off when we reach our destination. I unbuckle my seatbelt and turn to study her beautiful face. I reach over and stroke her cheek softly. Bella stirs and opens her eyes to look at me.
"Hey, sleepyhead. We're here." She frowns adorably and stares outside the window before turning to me.
"It's my apartment building."
I nod. "I know that."
Matt nods at Bella and holds the door open for her to step out. She seems completely baffled and I smile because for the first time, she is speechless. Matt hands me the brown paper bag I asked him to get and wait until he leaves with the car. I can feel impatience radiating off Bella in waves.
"Do you have an apartment here?" She asks and I chuckle.
"No, ma'am. We are going to your place."
"Then why did you have me come all the way to your office?"
"Well, if I would've told you that we were going to have lunch at your place, you would've never gotten out of your apartment. Am I correct?" She blushes and looks away. "Come on."
"I would've made something." She mutters and I laugh.
"I thought you wanted me to cook." Her eyes meet mine with shock and a smile tugs on her lips.
"You're cooking?"
"Yes, I am."
"I can't wait!" Her expression suddenly turns excited, and she skips ahead of me, waving at the guard. He offers me a friendly nod and I sigh with relief. He seems like a better person than the night guard.
We step inside the elevator and Bella grabs my free hand in both of hers. I feel her posture stiffening and I sigh softly. She shifts closer to me and takes a whiff from the bag before moving away.
"Why do I smell fish?"
"Because, we're going to eat fish for lunch." She stares at the bag curiously.
"Do you have all the ingredients in there?"
"I am always prepared when I cook."
That makes her smile, and she starts searching for something in her purse. The keys, possibly. The doors open and she bites her bottom lip as she stares at the empty passageway. Her brown eyes scan the lobby before she hesitantly steps out and I reassuringly squeeze her hand.
Her hands tremble as she attempts to unlock the door all the while, anxiously looking in all the directions. I gently take the keys from her hand and give her the bag to hold as I unlock the door. I place my hand on the small of her back and lead her inside before I follow.
Bella's apartment looks different in the daylight, possibly, smaller but it's perfect for her. She is the only one living here and doesn't need much room. I take a good look at the living room where Bella and I watched a bunch of movies last week.
She kicks off her heels and quietly goes to the kitchen. I follow her with a smile on my face and settle myself on the bar stool comfortably.
"Um, I don't have an apron for you." Bella mumbles awkwardly and I can't help but laugh. She scowls at me and I recover my expression.
"I'm sorry for laughing but you don't have to over think so much. I'll be fine." I give her hand a soft squeeze.
"Okay." She whispers shyly and offers me a glass of water. I chug down the water and hop off the bar stool. I smile when I notice that Bella has arranged all the ingredients on the kitchen island.
"So, what are we cooking?" Bella asks enthusiastically and I turn in her direction.
"We? I'm sorry but no. I am cooking. You can read a book or watch TV if you want."
"How much time do you need?"
I shrug. "Thirty minutes, max."
"So, what are you cooking?"
I chuckle. "Pan seared salmon with lemon-butter asparagus."
"Sounds delicious."
"Why, thank you Ms. Swan," I nod and produce the wine bottle from the bag. "And this is for you."
Bella blushes and takes the bottle from my hands. I find her staring at the name intently which makes me laugh.
"That's tough to read."
"It's an 1847 Chateau d'Yquem."
"1847? Really?"
"Yes."
"Edward, it must cost a fortune. I can't take it."
"It's not as pricey as you think," I explain and her expression tells me that she isn't buying it. "Okay, it costs a little more than your regular white wine but it's very good."
"I'm sure it's great and thank you but—"
"No! Keep it; its gift. You should never refuse a gift."
Bella rolls her eyes but her lips curve into a smile. "Well then, thank you very much," She leans forward and presses a kiss against my cheek.
"I know you like white wine." I shrug and she giggles.
"And how do you know that?"
I grab a plate from a cabinet and place the two center cut pieces of salmon on it. "You barely touched your red wine when you were out on a date with Riley, and you don't seem to be a big fan of champagne because you think it is too fancy," She giggles softly and I smile, turning in her direction. "So I thought white wine might be to your liking."
"That's a fine observation, Cullen. I'm impressed."
"Thank you."
"Please let me help!" I sigh softly because I don't want to crush her hopeful expression.
"Okay, I need the oven preheated to 350oF. If you can, please."
"Sure!" She beams at me and I laugh.
I place the non-stick skillet on the stove and set it on high heat. I add vegetable oil as well as oil the surface of the salmon pieces. I add salt and pepper to the skin and flesh. I can hear Bella murmuring something to herself behind me.
I turn to look at Bella and her brown eyes meet mine. "I know last night was mentally exhausting for you and so was the day before with Riley. I really want you to take your mind off those things so I hope you understand why I am telling you to spend some time by yourself."
"That's all I do every day!" She says with exasperation making me chuckle. I walk over to her and a small pout generates on her face which is the most adorable thing ever. "I want to help. I can help with the asparagus. I can trim it."
I nod and she beams at me.
I turn back to my task at hand of searing the salmon. It begins to sizzle in the skillet and I can see the skin crisping up. I put the pan in the oven and ten minutes later, I use a pair of tongs to place the seared salmon back on the plate.
"Ah!" Bella groans behind me and I turn the stove off before looking in her direction. Her face is white as sheet and the knife has a couple of droplets of blood on it. Both her index and middle fingers are bleeding and panic rises in me. Oh god, she looks so pale. I hope she isn't one of those people who pass out when they see blood.
"Bella? Does it hurt?" I walk over to her. "Let me see."
"It's nothing, Edward. It happens all the time." She whispers and I sigh.
I wash my hands with the liquid soap before I examine the wound. I lead her over to the sink and place her fingers under the running water. A hiss escapes her lips and I stroke her back with the other hand. I clean the wound with a washcloth after its clear.
"Edward, it's nothing. Why don't you go back to whatever you were doing?"
I roll my eyes. "Quiet down, Bella. Where are your towels and first aid kit?"
"I'll dry it off with a towel. The kit is in the cabinet."
"Okay."
I wait for Bella in the living room and find her hand wrapped up inside a hand towel as she walks over to me. My mouth sets into a grim line when I find the white towel matting with blood. I gently unwrap it and sigh with relief when I see that it's only oozing with blood and not squirting.
"You've just cut a vein. You'll be fine." I murmur and she sighs softly.
"How do you know so much?"
"My dad is a doctor if that helps, or haven't I told you?"
Bella offers me a small smile. "I think it's the first time you've ever mentioned your dad to me."
I never mentioned my dad because Bella's father left her. My dad is a compassionate, caring man and I have a lot of stories to share with her but it would only make her feel sad because her father wasn't a good person.
I know this because my mother and Aunt Jane always feel saddened by the thought of their mother who left them and Grandpa Victor decades ago. There is an empty void in their heart for that woman because she walked away from them. I don't want to see that haunted expression on Bella's face.
While I am consumed by my thoughts, the blood thankfully stops oozing. I apply the ointment on her cuts and she gasps softly.
"Its fine, love. It will hurt for a minute or two but you will have to be careful with your hand for a while."
"It's my right hand."
I sigh and shift closer to her. I get the waterproof band-aid out and cover the wound with it. I feel her free hand clasping mine and I stare at them. I love when she holds my hand.
"How do you feel?" I ask, stroking her hand.
"Uh, there is a lot of pressure on that finger."
"Hmm, that's," I gaze up and lose the complete track of what I was going to say when I find her leaning in my direction as she stares at her Band-Aid covered fingers. Her brown eyes meet mine when she realizes I have stopped talking and I can't stop looking at her.
"What?" She breathes out and I try to comprehend her simple question in my head. Fifty days. I shouldn't do anything irrational for the next fifty days.
"It'll stop hurting in a while." I whisper and my lips are barely inches from her. Fifty days. I throw that phrase out of my head and we both lean in just as the oven beeps noisily. I was about to kiss her again. What the fuck is the matter with me! This shouldn't be happening. Not for the next seven weeks.
I quickly close the kit again and put it back in its initial spot. I make my way to the kitchen and feel Bella's eyes on me. I steal a glance in her direction and find her softly biting her bottom lip and she seems deep in thought. Bella stands up and leaves the room making me sigh. I bury face in my hands and let out a groan.
What the fuck is wrong with me?
I put my fork down and watch Bella, who is trying to unsuccessfully cut her salmon. It is an adorable sight to look at but she is struggling. I know she is stubborn enough to not ask for help.
"Bella, may I help?"
"I'm fine, thank you. This shouldn't be so hard." Bella mutters making me smile.
I slide her plate in my direction and cut the large chunk of pan seared salmon into small pieces using my knife and fork. Bella quietly sips her wine and stares at me timidly. I hand her the plate back after I'm satisfied with my work.
"Thank you."
"No problem."
Bella takes a bite of salmon and her eyes widen as she chews it quickly. "It's so good! Oh my god, it's the best salmon I've ever eaten."
"Thank you."
"Did you take cooking classes?"
I laugh and shake my head. "Never. My nana loved to cook. We spent our summers with her and my grandfather in Naples when we were kids. She used to say real men can cook," I smile and grab my wine glass. "She tried teaching Emmett and Alice but they put their foot down two days into it."
"Sounds like you had a lot of fun."
"We did. I don't think I have been to Florida since she passed away eight years ago."
"I'm sorry." She places her hand atop mine.
"It's okay."
"What about your grandfather?"
"Pops hates to travel. We only see him during the holidays."
"That's nice."
"Anyway," I try to get rid of the sudden rush of nostalgia I'm feeling. "You really like the salmon?"
"Of course!" Her eyes visibly widen with excitement.
"I'm glad. And how was shopping for the fundraiser?"
Bella let out an exhausted sigh making me laugh. "Ridiculously long! Angela and Will made me try on four different gowns!" Will? Is this someone I know?
"Will?" I prompt casually and start eating my lunch. I hope she tells me before my imagination runs away with me.
A blush fans her cheeks which makes me frown. "He's um, a good friend of mine."
Is it the one who called her sweetheart on the phone?
"Oh, what does he do?"
"Something in fashion. He isn't from Seattle and he left this morning. I don't know when I'll see him again."
"You seem quite taken with him." I comment and she smiles at me.
"He is a very interesting and fun person. I like him."
"Where did you meet him?"
"At a nightclub. And then again when I went out with Angela and Emily."
"Oh."
"He isn't your, um, boyfriend, is he?"
Bella shakes her head. "No. I mean he is very handsome and I wonder why I am not attracted to him but I just don't see him that way."
I internally sigh with relief. It's the best news I've heard all day. I'll have to meet this guy someday.
"Oh." Is my smart response.
"Anyway, so tell me about your day. How is it going so far?"
I smile and resume eating. "Well, it's alright. I only had one meeting this morning and other than that, nothing eventful."
"Alex told me you dropped off Tanya at the airport."
I frown and nod. "Yes. She went to Paris with her pals."
"Fancy." She mutters and I shake my head.
"It's better that she's gone." I murmur coldly and she sighs softly. I need Tanya out of my life sooner rather than later. Will I be able to keep my distance from Bella? What if she starts dating someone else? My hand clenches into a fist and I snap out of my reverie when Bella touches my cheek.
"Don't get so worked up," Bella whispers softly and I nod. She smiles when her fingers stroke my hair. "Can you ever straighten this out?"
"I've tried but I can't."
"I like it this way."
I smile and check my watch and see that it's one o'clock already. I wish I could spend all day with Bella but that's not happening. I need to confirm when my next meeting is scheduled. I excuse myself for a minute and call Victoria.
"Hey." Victoria greets cheerfully.
"Hi, when is my meeting with Mr. Black?"
"At 3 pm. You have a good two hours before then."
I smile. "Thanks."
"No problem. And you have no idea how happy I am because you switched roles with Julie and Gina."
I chuckle. "I can hear it in your voice, Vic. I'll see you in a while. Bye."
"Do you have to leave?" Bella asks when I sit down in the chair again.
"Not right away. My next meeting is at three. The clients are in town. It saves a lot of time, and it's easier to connect with them.
"What about Alex? Isn't he working with you on the project?"
"Not this time. He has another project under way."
"Oh."
We eat our lunch in a peaceful silence and I finish mine before she does. I ask Bella about her childhood which opens a floodgate of conversation between us. I listen to every word she says with rapt attention. I watch her expressive eyes as she speaks about her grandmother, Jacob and Forks so freely.
Bella has no trouble speaking about the people she loves or the places she is attached to but she never likes to speak about herself. She is the most interesting person I know, but it takes a lot of effort to get that information out of her.
"…and how were you in high school?"
I frown. "What do you mean?"
"What were you into? Sports, books, girls?" I chuckle and she smiles at me curiously.
"I was into sports. I was the captain of the baseball team. We were at ranked number one for three years. It was a great time."
"I was terrible at sports. People used to get hurt every time I held a racquet in my hand."
I laugh. "I can imagine."
"I was a dork. You must have been very popular in high school."
"I guess," I shrug. "Not more than Alex was."
"Why is that?"
I roll my eyes. "Because of his dad."
"Where is he?"
"Not in Seattle." I try to dismiss the topic. It's not my story to share. I don't think Alex would feel comfortable if I share his family problems with Bella.
"I get it." She nods and pops the last bite of salmon into her mouth.
"And thank you for finishing your lunch so quickly." I sarcastically whisper and Bella rolls her eyes.
"I enjoy eating my food; there is nothing wrong with that. Plus, my hand is dysfunctional." She holds up her right hand and I snort.
"You eat at an agonizingly slow pace. That is the one thing my dad was never patient about when we were kids."
Bella gives me a rueful smile. "See? I never had to worry about eating fast," I just offer a small smile. "He's a doctor, huh?"
"To start with, yes."
"What else does he do?"
"This might take a while," I sigh and she gives me a cute smile. "Alright. He is a surgeon, professor and researcher, philanthropist and businessman. He owns South Valley Medical Center and also works there. He tirelessly participates in various charity organizations that help the world's poor, his research papers are widely credited and he is a 25% silent partner in the Denali Group of…" My sentence trails off as I think upon my own words.
"What happened?" Bella asks softly and I meet her gaze.
"You have no idea how smart you are to have asked me that question."
"Edward, are you alright?"
"I will be after a phone call." I murmur and excuse myself as fast as I can. I call Matt.
"Mr. Cullen." He answers on the first ring.
"Matt, go home right away and collect, uh," I close my eyes and try to recollect the numbers. "Two files, numbered five and eight. Directly hand them to Peter Kyle and tell him to give me a call as soon as he receives them."
"Sir."
"And tell Kyle to contact Eleazar Denali's office and get the contract details for his upcoming project with us."
"Yes, Mr. Cullen." I disconnect the call and sigh softly. I open my eyes and stare at my phone thoughtfully.
There is no way in seven hells my father still owns a 25% share of that hotel chain. I need to dig deeper than the numbers Denali is showing on paper to my father. I'm going to make Denali regret the shit he's doing.
And sooner rather than later.
"And that's my cue." Bella announces as I halt the car outside her store.
"Bye, then. I'll see you next Wednesday?"
"Yes. Hey, are you free this Saturday? We can watch a movie or do something else." She suggests softly and I sigh.
"That sounds great but I'm going to Chicago this weekend with Alice. I don't know why she is dragging me with her but I think it's something about her upcoming show."
She laughs, shaking her head. "That's fine. So, have you seen my store in the daylight before?"
"Not that I recall."
"Come on then."
I follow Bella inside the store and there is a sense of peace to it. It's very light and open and has a certain charm. Maybe some things can be changed as Bella suggested when she rambled on about it the first time we met.
I don't see many people lingering around but then again, it's a Wednesday afternoon. There is a Barnes & Noble bookstore right across the street in the Pacific Center which is competition for her store. It must require a considerable amount of effort to run her store and I wonder if that's what she wants to do in the coming years as well.
I shrug off my jacket and roll up the sleeves of my shirt as I stare at the motivational quote painted on a wall. When I look at Bella, I find her standing next to a boy in his late-teens. They both turn and stare at me. I politely smile and make my way to them.
"Edward, this is Seth. Seth, this is Edward."
Seth extends his hand in my direction and I shake it firmly. "It's nice to meet you, Seth."
"You too, Mr. Cullen." He shyly mutters and I chuckle.
"Just Edward, please. Bella has told me a lot about you." He clearly looks surprised and stares at Bella before looking at me again. I find Bella smiling at me and I smile back.
I hear a loud voice behind me and a pair of footsteps stomping towards us. "Hey, Bells! You know, you should let us know who drops you off in that car."
Bella laughs and I turn to find it's a woman around my age with jet black hair and dark eyes. Her mouth falls open, and she blinks rapidly.
"Edward, this one of my closest friends, Emily. Emily, this is my friend, Edward."
Emily hesitantly walks closer to me and I extend my hand in her direction but she continues staring at my face.
"It's nice to meet you, Emily. Jared speaks highly of you."
She shakes my hand and gives me a big grin. "I'm so glad to meet you." I smile and clear my throat uncomfortably when she doesn't let go of on my hand.
"Emily."
"Yes?"
"My hand." I mumble and she smiles timidly before letting it go.
Bella introduces me her small group of coworkers and everyone seems to be very fond of her. Our conversations flow easily and I try to avoid Emily's calculating gaze directed towards Bella and me. Bella unknowingly grabs my hand in hers sometimes which is something I am noticing for the first time. Hell, I do the same but I don't have my friends gawking at the two of us.
I know Emily must know about Tanya and that makes things edgier about how close Bella and I seem but it's really none of her business. My phone pings with a text from Victoria; reminding me of the meeting I have in thirty minutes.
Bella whisks me away from everyone when I let her know that I have to leave.
"Bella, give me a call if something happens, okay?"
"I will, thanks."
"I'll see you next Wednesday?"
"Yes ma'am."
"And next Sunday?"
I just chuckle. "Bye, Bella. Take care of that wound." I murmur, stroking her cheek and kissing her forehead.
"Have a great day ahead."
I smile at her. "Without you? It's going to boring."
Bella laughs and kisses my cheek. "Maybe it won't be. Bye."
I bid everyone goodbye as they continue weirdly stare at Bella and me and exit the store. I connect my phone call via Bluetooth in the car and speed through the Seattle traffic to reach the office as fast as I can.
The in-phone beeps and I sigh when I see Mr. Billy Black is calling. I can never ignore this man's calls. He has been working with the company from the last fifteen years and has helped Alex and me ever since we took over the job of running this company. Grandpa Victor used to speak highly of him and Mr. Black has been the Director of Sustainability ever since I can remember.
I accept the call.
"Edward, son I think there is a little problem with the reports from the tenth floor."
I smile but roll my eyes at that news. "That's not something unusual; I'll be there in twenty minutes, Mr. Black."
"Well, I'll talk with you then."
I hang up and wonder if Emily is asking Bella questions about us. I mean, there is no us. And I can't go the fundraiser and watch her walking around as Alex's date. I wanted her to be my date. I wanted to maybe share a dance with her. Ugh, that's not happening.
Alice has been hounding me for the last week about ordering a custom-made suit. I don't give a shit about a stupid suit. Alice apparently does though, and I need to give her a good excuse for ignoring her calls for the past 24 hours. She is impossible.
I still love her to death, though. There is no denying that.
August 14, 2015
I gaze at the glacier-covered peaks of the Rocky Mountains and the valleys running to the Canadian border. I kick a pebble into St. Mary's lake and relish the calm sound of the musical stream. I can hear birds chirping as the dawn breaks.
The only annoying thing as I stand here is the occasional clicking sound I hear not far from me. I look over my shoulder and find Alex capturing every inch of this place on his camera. But, I can't stop him. He lives and breathes photography.
I stare at the grand view of West Glacier and sigh softly. It's going to be a long time before I get to sleep. Alex will probably be fast asleep for the entire four-hour car trip back to Seattle. His constant chatter kept me awake while he drove us here but he'll be snoring on our way back.
My eyes fall on the lush wilderness and I smile. Bella would love it here. She once mentioned she loves the countryside. Maybe I will drive her here sometime, show her around and go hiking. A flash goes off a few steps away from me and I look up to see its Alex with his camera held in my direction.
"Alex, cut that fucking crap out." I mutter and check my phone for any unread emails.
Alex laughs, walking in my direction. "Come on, Edward. Your smile barely ever touches your eyes; no one might ever see it again. Hence, I took a picture to preserve to it."
I roll my eyes. "Whatever."
"You really have plans for tomorrow, huh?"
"Yes, I do. Did you really think I was lying?"
He shrugs. "Maybe on some level. Anyway, the meeting ends by seven, what's the problem? All the others will be coming."
I sigh tiredly and stare at him with an unreadable expression. "I don't want to discuss it again. Let's just head home, it's almost seven."
"How about breakfast first? I'm starving from all the driving."
"Alex, it's seven in the morning. It's too damn early for breakfast. We can get coffees and leave."
"Why would I want to drink coffee? I want to sleep on the way back."
I glare at him. "You are not sleeping, Alex. You can sleep when you go to your place. It's a Saturday. Just make sure you wake up by tomorrow evening to pick up Bella for the fundraiser." I say sarcastically and he scowls before a sly grin erupts on his face.
"Oh, I don't think I'll be able to sleep thinking about tomorrow. There are…" I don't hear the end of that sentence as I start walking towards my car. I hear him laughing behind me but I ignore it.
Alex is really testing my patience with all his talk about Bella.
"I'll have the triple stack pancakes, a slice of French toast with a side of ham and a cinnamon roll," Alex rambles on to the waitress and she hurriedly notes down everything. He gazes at me and I roll my eyes. "Too much?"
"You think?" I deadpan and the waitress gives me a sheepish smile.
"What would you like to have, sir?"
"I'll have an apple juice, fruit salad and Spanish omelet. Thank you." I mutter as she takes our menus before walking away.
"Hey, what's wrong with you?"
"Well, I haven't slept for twenty four hours; I need to drive for four more and…" You are taking Bella as your date to the fundraiser. "And I have to help mom and Aunt Jane with last minute preparations tonight. So yeah," I sigh softly. "I can't be as happy as you are."
"You need to stop thinking so much. Clear your head; that's why we came here."
I nod and offer him a smile before staring out of the window at the empty streets. It's going to be fun driving back, tiring too. Our breakfast is served fifteen minutes later and we eat peacefully until my phone rings. I roll my eyes when I see the displayed name and answer it.
"Edward! Where on Earth are you?!" Alice screeches and I cringe as I hold the phone at an arm's length. Alex chuckles as I place it next to my ear again.
"Good morning, Alice. How are you this fine morning?"
"I'm standing in your house, where the hell are you?" She asks and I can imagine her fuming with anger.
"I'm in West Glacier."
"What?"
I sigh. "It's a town in Montana."
"What are you doing there?"
"Well, Alex and I decided to take an impromptu trip here."
"I thought mom and Aunt Jane needed your help."
"Not until four. Plus, I need some sleep when I get to Seattle."
"Are you guys really in Montana?"
"Yeah, we are. We took a hike in the national park and saw the sunrise. The sight is pretty striking."
"It's really far."
"Yeah, it's a four hour drive. But, we've been here before."
"Anyway, I was calling to ask about your suit."
"Alice, I don't want to talk about that right now. I'm still not sure whether I should go or not."
"Edward! Your suit is still not here! Are you crazy?"
"Please don't yell so much this early hours in the morning. I'll put on any suit from my closet and go to the fundraiser if I decide to."
I hear her gasp with horror. "No you can't! It's our family event. I need everyone to look perfect!"
"Alice, you are making a big deal about this."
"I need an answer, Edward Anthony!" She demands loudly and I glare at the end of the table.
"No! I'm not going to the fucking fundraiser! Stop calling me, I'll see you in this evening!" I shout and hang up the phone.
Alex laughs taking in my expression. "Boy, you really can't stand being sleep-deprived can you?"
"Not for twenty-four hours, I can't." I gulp down my juice and set the glass away from me. I close my eyes and lean my head against the chair and take deep breaths. My phone rings again and I groan as I answer it.
"Don't make me come there, Alice! I'll have you on a fucking platter if you ask me again!" I roar and hear nothing but silence from the other end of the line. Good.
"I'm sorry, is this a bad time?"
Bella. Fuck. My eyes snap open and I sit up straight.
"I'm sorry; I thought you were my sister. It's not a bad time."
Bella laughs on the other end and I smile at that sound. "Good morning, handsome! How is your day going?" She sounds awfully cheerful and I wonder why.
"Why do you sound so happy?"
"That's because it's a Saturday. Plus, I have my friends coming over for lunch and I'm cooking, which I love to do so everything is looking bright today. I'm really not disturbing you, right?"
"Nope, what is it?"
"Why do you think I need something? Can't I just call you?"
I chuckle. "You can but it's seven in the morning. That's way too early to call and ask how my day is going."
"That's true, and I was going to call at six, but you hit the gym at six."
I laugh. "Yes, I do. But not today."
"Oh, why is that?"
"I'm in Montana with Alex."
"What are you doing there this early in the morning? Did you drive through the night like the last time?"
"Uh, yes."
"Did you sleep at all?" Her voice sounds concerned and I sigh. She is so caring.
"I wasn't able to sleep anyway; I have a lot of my mind so Alex suggested we take a drive. I'll drive us back and get some sleep."
"Maybe it wasn't such a good decision then."
I smile. "It was. It's beautiful here at sunrise. The mountains, the lake, and the trees; it's a completely different experience when you stand surrounded by wilderness."
"That sounds magical."
"It is. We are having breakfast right now."
Alex looks up from his phone and grins at me. He mouths 'Bella' questioningly and I nod. He motions to the phone and I shake my head, glaring his way. He gets to take her out tomorrow, it's my time now.
"Oh god, you aren't just having cold cereal are you? Have something warm and healthy. Nothing too heavy that will make you drowsy when you drive, though. Take coffee with you when you leave."
"Yes, ma'am. I'll take care of it."
"Good and I called to ask about the steak we ordered on Wednesday. What was the name of it again?"
I smile. "It was New York Sirloin Steak."
"Thanks! I was leaving for Whole Foods and thought maybe I should make steak for lunch."
"What are you cooking for everyone?"
"I'm making a grilled steak salad with pesto and crostini."
"Sounds delicious. And why were you making a list at six in the morning?"
"I woke up early and my eyes kept going over to my gown for tomorrow which made me more nervous than I already am. So I decided to go grocery shopping."
"Bella, don't be scared," I say softly and continue. "It's going to be fine. You are going to be the most gorgeous, confident and smart woman in the room. Don't worry."
"How can I not be scared? You aren't going."
"Are you going to miss me?" I ask and Alex coughs loudly. I throw a spoon at his chest making him laugh.
"Of course I will," She says bashfully. "But Alex will be there, so I'll be fine."
I look over at Alex. "I think you will," He motions to the phone again and I roll my eyes. "Hold on, he wants to talk to you."
I hand him my phone and he immediately laughs at something Bella says to him. "Relax, jeez Bella, nobody is going to eat you there… I'll be there on time… I blame my mom for that… I will." He mumbles the last phrase grumpily before giving my phone back to me.
"Edward, drive safely."
"I will, Bella. Don't worry. I'll get coffee like you suggested. Why don't you go out? It'll help take your mind off things."
"That's a great idea."
I hear the waitress approaching our booth. She collects our empty plates and places the bill on the table. Alex pays and orders two coffees to go.
"I'll let you be then. Bye."
"Bye, Bella."
I end the call and stash my phone in my jacket. I run a hand through my hair and find Alex staring at me thoughtfully.
"What?"
"I don't think you have any idea just how much Bella likes you."
I sigh tiredly. "You don't think I know? You don't think I can see it in her eyes how much she struggles with the fact that I have a girlfriend? I haven't been able to stop thinking about her since the moment I met her. I can't believe my own damn luck that there is nothing I can do about it!"
"You can, Edward. You know you can."
"I know I can," I stare at him firmly. "I can call Tanya right now and end things with her if I want to. But, it's not just Tanya that I want out of my life. It's the Denalis. I can't get them away from my family unless I show my parents why. I will. I need a little time."
"Did you find out something out about them?"
"I found out a lot of things, but it's not enough. I'm not going to leave any stone unturned."
"What has Bella got to do with this?"
"Let's just assume hypothetically, that I break up with Tanya and start dating Bella. You know what will happen. My family will label her as a gold-digger, and so will the tabloids. The Denalis will try a cheap move and tell lies about our company and Bella will get drug through the mud by no fault of her own. I don't want her to be a part of my life until I clear up the mess. She is too good for me."
"That's true." Alex murmurs softly and I sigh.
"Sometimes, I just believe that I'm not the guy she wants. She needs to have something… normal. She doesn't need unnecessary publicity in the gossip column or a man who is pathetic enough to not break up with his girlfriend to be with the woman he wants."
"Hey you are better than that, Ed. If you trust your instincts about the Denalis, then maybe dating Bella can wait."
"I just need to know if that is what she wants as well," Alex opens his mouth to speak but I stand up, cutting him off. "I'll pay for the coffees and meet you at the car."
He nods and walks away from me. I sigh softly and make my way to the counter. I pay for the coffees and grab the takeaway cups.
"Good morning, sir. How was breakfast?" I hear a scruffy, deep voice behind me and I turn to see who it is. It's a man in his mid-forties with brown hair and a big grin on his face.
"Breakfast was great, thank you."
He nods at me. "Is the supercar in the parking lot yours?"
"Yes. My cousin and I drove here from Seattle."
"Road trip?" He asks curiously and I nod. "Welcome to Montana then. I saw a couple of high schoolers posing in front of your car."
I laugh. "At that age, I would've done something that stupid as well. Is this your restaurant?"
"Yes. My wife and I opened it more than twenty years ago."
"You must have quite a reputation here then."
"It bodes well for us all year long except for the winters. The town is a hell hole then. There is ankle deep snow in the driveway and we have to shut the place down for days prior to the winter setting in."
"It must be popular for skiers though."
"Oh you bet."
"Well, I really have to run now. It was great meeting you…?" I ask questioningly and he smiles.
"Charlie."
"Charlie," I place one cup on top the other one and shake his hand. "I'm Edward. I hope to see you again sometime then. Goodbye."
"Have a safe drive."
I smile and quickly exit the restaurant. I find Alex speaking on his phone and standing outside the car as he catches my eye. We both settle ourselves in and I feel the exhilaration coursing through me when my hands grip the steering wheel.
"Let me know when you decide to break up with your girlfriend. I hate to see you both like this."
"Time, Alex. I need time," I say softly and he shakes his head.
"How much exactly?"
"Forty-one days."
"Very precise. Or you can tell Bella what's bothering you."
I chuckle humorlessly. Why should I pull her into my troubles just so I can take comfort from her?
"Sounds very tempting, Alex."
"That's the problem with temptation; you may never get a second chance."
He's right about that.
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