THE OTHER WOMAN
DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS IT ALL.
September 19, 2015
BELLA
Edward interlaces our hands and I smile at him. He kisses my hair and opens the passenger door for me. I settle in and put Alice's envelope in the glove compartment. He gets in the driver's seat and the car purrs to life.
"Now, that wasn't so bad," Edward murmurs glancing at me. "I didn't see anybody taking pictures of us."
I shrug. "Just a couple of people gaping at us but that happens every day."
"It's only because you look so breathtaking. Do you realize that everyone at Alice's workshop was gawking at you?"
I blush and look away. "They must be sleep deprived."
"Bella…" He sighs, shaking his head. "Never mind."
A comfortable silence fills the car until his phone starts to ring. I watch the droplets of rain falling on the windshield and sigh softly. I check the name on the screen and it's Mom. Shit. She must be angry about the file sent to her house. I bite my bottom lip anxiously and wonder if she will fight with Edward about the news about Denalis.
"Good morning, mom." Edward greets her and I rest my head on his shoulder. He kisses my hair.
"How are you, honey?"
"I'm great, mom. Did you get the file?"
"Uh, yes. Someone from your office dropped it off an hour ago," There is a beat of silence before she speaks. "Eleazar is in jail." She states and my eyes widen.
What?! I look at Edward—who has a frown on his face. I had no idea Eleazar was immediately locked up in jail. Oh my god. I wonder where his family is right now. Do they have a place to stay? Wait, why do I care?
"I know."
"Carmen and Tanya are staying at Eleazar's mother's place in Sequim," Edward chuckles. "I guess you know that too."
"Yes, mom."
"They called your father and me to bail Eleazar out of jail," She sighs heavily on the other line. "Like that's going to happen."
"So what did they do?"
"I have no idea but, I've heard Alistair Raymond is helping them."
Edward stiffens and shock is written all over his face. I rub his arm and he turns to peck my lips before looking straight ahead.
"Wow, I didn't know that."
"They also want to meet us tonight. And I don't want you here. I've told Alice and Jane about this. Emmett will probably find out from Rose. I think everyone is coming over."
"Okay. Just do me a favor and don't trust anything Tanya says. Also, if Eleazar comes, he might try to say something about me visiting his office last week."
"What are you talking about?" Esme asks cautiously.
"Eleazar Denali went to Bella's place after our photos were in the gossip magazines. He offered her a bag full of cash to leave the city and a blank check so she would stay away from me."
I shudder as I think about the horrible memory.
"Oh my god," Esme gasps. "I cannot believe he did that! Was Bella okay after that?"
"Yes, I was there with her." He nuzzles against my hair.
"What did you do at his office? Please tell me, you didn't do anything stupid."
"Of course not. I went to his office and politely warned him to stay away from Bella."
She scoffs on the other line, not believing his explanation. "That's it? You said that and walked out of his office?"
"Yes, mom. Why would I—"
"Edward." She admonishes, cutting him off.
"I, uh handed him a blank check to fill in whatever amount he wanted to stay away from my girlfriend. But the good news is that he didn't deposit the check, and I transferred my shares from his business back into CPA."
"Edward, why did you do that?" Her voice sounds tired and weary.
"Mom, he shouldn't have attempted to keep Bella away from me."
"If you wouldn't have fallen in love with Bella, you never would've thought about running a background check on our closest family friends just so you could find reasons to break up with Tanya."
I blush and look at Edward who has a cute frown on his face.
"That's not true."
"It is."
"Okay, maybe it is." He mumbles and I sigh softly.
"I can't imagine what extent Eleazar would've gone to, if we had never found out any of this."
"Mom, it's all fine now."
"I know, Edward. But, we trusted that family."
"They are disgusting."
"Edward," His mom uses a gentler, mom-tone. "Our world has never revolved around work like yours does. We maintain a strong relationship with people close to us. You've never had that. From the moment you finished high school, you've wanted to work with your grandfather. You've worked with him since you were a toddler. You used to follow him around the world during his field projects.
"Yeah, I remember."
"Carlisle and I used to get so angry every time you went running after him. You did that because a part of you always wanted to be like your grandfather. You've tirelessly worked all your life. You have distanced yourself from us in the process of turning from Edward to The Edward Cullen. We lost you so easily. You were mad at us, all the time. It was as if you were suffering just to be a part of our family. Why, Edward? We never encouraged you to give up on your dreams now, did we?"
Whoa, Esme had changed the course of the conversation so easily. I bet she has had these pent up emotions for years and they are bubbling out due to the events happening around her. I shouldn't even be listening to this. It's between Edward and his mother.
I gaze out of the window when Edward pulls the car over on the side of the road. We are travelling on an unfamiliar street. Maybe it's a shortcut route. I sit up straight and turn to find him staring at his hands with a mask of guilt and regret. My heart breaks watching the expression on his face. He wasn't ready for this today.
Edward turns to look at me and I lean over the console to hug him. He hides his face against my neck and I stroke his hair.
"Alice hates me," Esme says in a teary voice but he shakes his head. "I'm just so bad at taking care of her. It's so different raising a daughter compared to Emmett and you. I've never had a mother for a long time; I know I haven't been the best mother to you kids—" He cuts her off.
"You are a wonderful mother. Please don't say that."
"Okay but, it's just that when Alice sees you acting distant with me, she does the same thing. She is your twin sister. Your actions always have an effect on her. I share this with Carlisle almost every night and it makes us anxious knowing our children our slipping away from us."
She continues. "Emmett is happy in his life. Rosalie completes him. She isn't as bad as you think she is," Edward sighs against me. "Our family wasn't this way eight to ten years ago. Carlisle and I wanted you to be with Tanya because you've known her for a long time. I—I thought she would never break your heart. I'm closest to you out all of my children and I couldn't watch you go after someone who doesn't want you."
"When I saw you with Bella at the fundraiser," I hold my breath. "I was so, so angry at both you and her. No matter how much I tried to keep you away from her, you couldn't help yourself. I became scared—scared because I didn't know if she really loved you back or not. But your connection was so tender and sweet; I had never seen you that way before. Your eyes followed her everywhere, and you were so protective of her."
I hold Edward closer to me and kiss his cheek.
"I love you." I whisper and he touches his forehead to mine. He nods and brushes his lips against mine.
"I know." He whispers back and Esme's voice interrupts us.
"What you may not have realized is that her eyes followed you too. I think I might have spent a good time watching the two of you during the entire event. And then you took her dancing. I don't remember the last time you danced with anyone," Oh? "Everyone was so shocked to see you dancing with Bella."
"You came over for the family dinner the next weekend," I can hear the smile in her emotional voice. "You never have dinner with us, but you did. Rosalie used to quarrel with you and you would go back home. But, you came back that night. I don't know how but part of me wondered if Bella had convinced you to return to the table."
Edward chuckles and I smile, stroking his cheek.
"I told Jane to take me to her bookstore, Bella must've told you," Esme clears her throat. "Jane wanted to show me how happy Bella was in her life and that she loves you for who you are and not the lifestyle that surrounds you—"
"She hates it." He mumbles and she laughs on the other line.
"Does she? Oh, that dear girl has no choice anymore."
I blush and sigh softly. I guess she is right on some level.
"I really liked her bookstore. Her face spoke volumes when I was talking about you. She really loves you so much. I'm so sorry about Tanya, Edward. I had no idea she would turn out to be like this. I can't believe any of this is happening."
"I understand."
She sighs. "I feel like it's just me talking, and that was a lot of heavy talk. Plus, we can't afford to be worrying about this mess, we have an event tomorrow. Are you coming tomorrow for dinner? Carlisle and the others would really love it if you did."
"I'll try to stop by."
I roll my eyes and he shrugs at me. He should go.
"And invite Bella as well. It's a special evening. Plus, it'll distract everyone from the events happening around us." He grins and I smile at him.
"I'll do that. Bye, mom. I'll call you later. I love you."
"Love you too, honey. Bye." And the call finally ends.
I stare at his handsome face for a minute and raise my hand to stroke his cheek.
"How are you feeling?" I ask softly and he lets out a shaky breath, looking away.
"I feel like a horrible son."
"No baby, don't say that," His green eyes meet mine. "You are a great son. You just need to move past the little mistakes you've made."
"Okay."
"And show good gestures to your parents."
He looks thoughtful. "Their Wedding Anniversary is on Thursday."
"How do you celebrate every year?"
"We throw a party."
"A formal party?" I ask, making a face and he nods, laughing at my expression. "Every year?" He nods again and I roll my eyes. "Don't do that this year."
Edward gives me a soft kiss. "Alright, maybe you can suggest some ideas."
"Sure."
He starts the car and I stare at the windshield.
"Is this a shortcut?"
"Yep."
"Back to the topic at hand, I have an idea. Your childhood home is in Chicago, right?"
He beams at me. "Of course. It's the best home ever."
"Then you can surprise them by flying to Chicago with them—just the five of you and spend the day together. And make dinner reservations for your parents at their favorite restaurant."
His eyebrows shoot up with surprise. "Ms. Swan, that's an amazing idea. I'm very impressed. Emmett and Alice will definitely love the idea."
I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. "You're welcome."
"You seem tired, love."
"I am. You kept me up all night and your morning kinky shenanigans tired me out even more."
"Excuse me? Kinky shenanigans?" I can hear the amusement in his voice. "If I recall correctly, you were thoroughly enjoying it. Plus, it all happened because you mentioned that Mike."
"Oh Mike," I sigh softly and look up at Edward. "Gosh, I haven't seen him in years. I wonder what he is up to these days."
He glares at the windshield and I giggle. "Bella, it really isn't funny anymore. I don't want to hear about that fucking Mike again."
"Okay." I kiss his cheek.
"Role plays, blindfolds and handcuffs, huh?"
I blush and he chuckles. "Let it go."
"I'll think about it," I roll my eyes. "When is your reunion?"
"October 10 and 11."
"The whole weekend?"
"Yeah, it's really ridiculous. How much am I possibly going to mingle with people? Although there is a live comedy performance by some well-known comedian that may be a bit fun."
"See? That's a silver lining. But, why for two days?"
"Somebody had a dumb idea to invite everybody's spouses or boyfriends and girlfriends on the second day. I mean, who wants that?" I ask him and he blinks at me.
"No one?" It comes out like a question and I giggle.
"Will you come?"
Edward runs a hand through his hair. "I think I have work in Chicago that weekend. I'm sorry."
"It's okay, Edward. And is everything under control at your office?"
"To some extent. We have a new COO who is officially joining us when Alex gets back into town."
"Oh."
"Bella, will you come to my parent's place tomorrow?"
I smile. "What's so important about a family dinner?"
"Well, my father's hospital is launching a new department to provide financial assistance for cancer patients who can't afford proper healthcare. We're introducing people to the concept tomorrow."
Wow.
"Honey, that's sounds amazing."
"Yes, it's a pretty ambitious project."
"And your dad is so amazing that he is funding this department."
Edward chuckles and I look at him curiously. "What?"
"It's actually my concept. I'm funding it."
"Really?" I ask excitedly and he nods. "That is wonderful!" I turn his head in my direction and press my lips against his. Oh, he is so loving and caring about people. I'm so lucky to have him in my life. Just as I deepen our kiss, he pecks my lips and pulls back. I pout and his eyes flicker towards me for a second.
"I'm driving, baby."
"Alright, Mr. Cullen. I'll be patient," I kiss his cheek. "And you should definitely go to your parent's place."
"Only if you come with me."
"Okay, I'll be there," I grab his hand and kiss it softly. "Your mother is a good person."
"I told you."
I close my eyes. I rest my head on his shoulder and he kisses my hair. "How much longer is it going to take?"
"A couple of minutes."
"Okay."
I keep my eyes closed but I know the car has sped up a lot. A few minutes later, he clears his throat and I open my eyes. I lift my head from his shoulder and he smiles at me.
I look ahead and notice a parking spot where one of his usual cars is parked. Matt is standing next to it and he offers me a polite nod. The white security gates soundlessly open and two men greet Edward as they walk out of the rectangular guardhouse. He has so much security.
"We're here?" I ask and he nods. I frown softly. "But, where is your house?"
He chuckles. "You want to take a walk with me?"
I nod. "I would like that."
Edward steps out of the car and the cold air hits my face when the passenger door opens. I turn to find a man waiting for me to step out. I blush and quickly step out of the car. I walk over to Edward and he brushes his lips against mine. I blush redder because there are people around us. I turn but discover that the car is now gone.
Edward folds an arm around my waist and we start walking along the very, very long driveway. I snuggle closer to Edward to protect myself from the chilly weather. My eyes fall on the colossal green blanket on my left and I gasp. That's one huge garden. It can easily fit around two hundred people, I'd say. There are maples trees on either side of the driveway and it's very refreshing to be away from the city. I've always wanted to live in a place like this.
"That's a big garden." I murmur and he nods at me.
As we approach the mouth of the driveway, I realize the house is white in color. It's not tall, but it's huge. There are glass walls everywhere and unusual furniture catches my eye. It's a gable roof inside that particular room.
"Edward honey, what is that?" I point to the roof and he laughs.
"That is a special room."
"There is a roof in the house?"
"Yes, oak wood."
I interlace our hands and we stroll towards the entrance. His house is massive. It goes on for miles from what I can see. I'm really excited to see the inside. He suddenly tugs on my hand and turns me in his arms.
"Close your eyes." Edward whispers and I frown.
"Why?"
"Just do it."
"Okay."
Edward presses himself against me and a small smile plays on his lips. "Turn around, love."
I face away from him and he puts his hand over my eyes. I close them and start walking carefully and then climb a couple of stairs. I hear his impatient sigh which makes me giggle. We finally stop and he takes his hand off my eyes.
"Alright, open your eyes."
My mind is unable to bring up an adjective to describe the beauty of this place. There are different trees, flowers, bushes and shrubs that I have never seen before. They are so extraordinary and unfamiliar. They lighten up the place in this gloomy weather!
I find myself standing next to a marble staircase and there is a natural swimming pool a few steps away from me. I have never seen a natural swimming pool before. The rectangular pool deck is perched on the concrete and flora and fauna are below it. It's amazing.
At the top of the short stairway, there is an L-shaped open lounge area, halfway off the land. Is this place floating? It seems like everything is situated on the vegetation here. There are three white sun loungers and a wall mounted white couch with matching cushions. Everything is so white.
I crane my neck to check out the giant room above the lounge area. Two sides of the wall are made of glass and there is a balcony overlooking the garden. This is not a house, it's a freaking mansion. There is a separate section of the house to the right and I wonder if that's where the bedrooms are.
I notice that there are three openings to the house but have no clue as to where the entrance is. It's so beautifully confusing. I turn to Edward and he gives me a loving smile.
"Why the long face, baby?"
"Where's the entrance?"
"Where do you think?"
"There?" I point to the L-shaped lounge area. "I think there's a door over there."
He shrugs. "Let's see if you can find it," I pout and he chuckles. "Oh come on, it'll be fun. I've only lived her for, and even I sometimes forget where it is located."
I roll my eyes and climb up the stairs to the open lounge area and smile gazing at the elegant painting hung on the wall. I walk over to where I saw the door but frown when I realize it's a glass water wall. I can hear Edward laughing behind me but I choose to ignore him. I touch the water and it sprinkles making me smile. This place is heavenly.
But, where is the water coming from?
I look up to see that it's flowing from somewhere on the first floor. A strong pair of arms wraps around my stomach and I turn to give him a chaste kiss.
"Is there a room connected to this water wall?"
"Yeah, a sauna."
I gape at him. He has a sauna?! I've never even seen a sauna, and he has one at home?
"That's um, great," I nod. "It must have a great view."
"Maybe we'll enjoy the view together."
He gives me a soft kiss and I throw my arms around his neck to deepen it. His place is so amazing yet he has been staying at my place. We break apart breathlessly and I smile at him.
"You're so annoying, Edward."
"What did I do?"
"You have a perfect home. Why the hell are you staying at my apartment?"
Edward tips my chin in his direction. "I don't care where I am as long as you are with me. Nothing matters, Bella. You are all I want."
I smile and lean my forehead against his. "I love you, Edward."
"I love you more," He whispers and kisses me swiftly. "Will you be able to find the entrance or not? It's really not that confusing."
My eyes light up when I see a flight of stairs leading somewhere behind the lounge area. I quickly stride over and descend the five steps. I turn to see Edward sitting at the top of the stairway with an amused smile on his face. I gasp when I get a closer view of the side of the house. It really goes on for miles.
"What's there?" I point over to the separate house at the back.
"A couple of conference rooms. For meetings."
"Really? You don't have enough space for your meetings in this giant mansion?"
He laughs. "It's more convenient for everyone this way."
I shrug and walk over to the white door of the garage, I think. There is an electronic pad next to it. I stifle a gasp when I feel Edward's hand on the side of my waist. He smiles at me and leads me to the pad. He presses on the touchpad a couple of times and takes hold of my right thumb. He presses it on the screen and takes it off after the tick symbol appears.
The screen goes black and I look at him.
"What's in there?" I ask softly and he kisses my cheek.
"Go ahead, open it yourself."
"Is it your secret study?"
"Open it, baby."
I roll my eyes and press my thumb on the touchscreen. I take a step back when the door gradually starts to open. Edward clasps our hands and leads me inside the dark room. The room comes to life when we step in and I gasp, taking in the number of cars.
"Oh my god, why do you have so many cars?" I whisper and he chuckles.
"I love collecting cars."
"They all look like supercars."
"Not all of them, only a couple."
"But still," I shake my head. "Jake will pass out if he sees them."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"You don't seem quite taken with them."
"They're just cars." I mumble and he snorts.
"I know. Let's go."
We exit the garage and he quickly closes it. He folds an arm around my waist and I kiss his cheek. I notice two men in the garden dressed in green uniform, holding garden shears and a watering can, respectively. He has people for everything.
"Can we go inside your house now? I feel like I've already seen most of it."
He laughs. "Not really. But, I know you won't find the entrance."
Edward takes me back to the pool where we started and I curiously stare at the shrubs and flowers.
"Edward, where are these flowers from? I've never seen them before."
"I'm glad you asked. It's Fynbos vegetation, from Western Cape Town. I'm surprised it has survived the Seattle weather conditions. I'm planning to change them out as soon as the weather turns colder."
"Do you like gardening?"
"A little. But mom loves gardening. She helps me with this, she loves it here."
"Of course she does, it's gorgeous. And this is natural water, isn't it?"
"Yes, it's typically a filtering process," He smiles, pointing to the water wall. "That's not exactly for display purpose. It's a filtration waterfall from the upper filtration pool."
"So the water never overflows or overheats itself?"
"No. The walls are heat-repellent and there are controls to keep the water cool. The water doesn't need to be cleaned from inside, it cleanses itself. There is a valley for water from this garden. Come here," He leads me closer to the vegetation garden and I notice a glass bed where the water is flowing. "It flows through this."
"So how does the water get to the upper pool?"
"Oh, you're so curious for everything," He smiles, kissing my cheek. "Well, there is a pond for that."
"A pond? Where?"
I look around but I can only see the flora everywhere.
"At the entrance courtyard."
"Where is the damn entrance to this maze?!"
He laughs and leads me to the right side of the pool, next to the garden.
"These are the stairs, my love." He points to the rock steps. I laugh when it dawns on me that I thought these were a part of the landscape. I look closer and notice that they are well-sculpted rocks that make a perfect path leading to his house.
"I had no idea these were the stairs." I whisper and he nods, kissing the back of my hand.
"Let's go now; it's going to rain soon."
I smile and we climb up the stairs and reach a small passageway that leads to the entrance courtyard. Oh dear god, I'm tired already.
There is a square shaped pond at one end of the courtyard and a round table and chairs on the right side. My eyes fall on the Italian marble flooring and I sigh softly. Everything is so sleek and posh here. I notice a window seat under the one-way mirrored window ledge. I rush over and sit on it.
Edward laughs taking in my tired expression and walks over to me. I grab his hands in mine and he bends down to kiss my forehead.
"Baby, come on. Let's go inside. Do you want me to carry you?"
My eyes snap open when he says that. I rise to my feet and he chuckles. We walk past the foyer and climb up three steps. I hear the stream of water somewhere as we pass the lobby. I gasp when I see the beautiful view of the city of Seattle; the mountains, trees, forest, the buildings, everything. It's breathtaking.
"It's amazing," I say softly and Edward wraps his arms around my stomach. I look down and find a filtration pool that has water flowing downstairs. "Is this where the water wall gets it water from?"
"Yes, angel." He murmurs and I moan softly when he kisses behind my ear. "Don't make that noise here. There might be people around."
"There is no hint of privacy in your house." I mutter and he turns me in his arms.
"We can have all the privacy you want, baby," He touches his forehead to mine. I peck his lips and he gives me a soft smile. "Don't worry about that."
"Okay."
"Do you want to continue the tour?" I nod and he leads me from the passage to the great room. Oh wow, it's the most elegant great room I have ever seen.
An L-shaped tan sofa is situated facing two black wing chairs. I smile when my eyes fall on the crackling glow of the linear fireplace positioned in the center of the stacked square wood wall. A cushioned tan chaise lounge faces the floor to ceiling window wall and overlooks the view of the city. I frown, staring at the weird abstract statue placed next to it. God, it's weird.
I shake off my thoughts and make my way over to the sofa. I take off my sandals and groan softly as I sit on it. It's so comfy. I close my eyes and curl up to myself as the heat from the fireplace envelopes me. I open my eyes when the sofa cushion dips and peek at Edward to find him gazing at me with a soft smile on his face.
"You like the sofa, Ms. Swan?"
"Love it."
He chuckles. "Are you tired, baby? I can take you to my room and—" I cut him off.
"I'm fine, sweetheart. It's okay."
"Don't you want to see the rest of my place?"
"In a minute," I mumble and tightly hug him. He kisses my forehead and buries his nose against my hair.
"I love you, Bella."
"Love you too."
"Come on, Bella. We need to have lunch after this."
Edward sighs when I don't move and suddenly rises to his feet. I pout and look at him from under my lashes. He picks me up in his arms bridal-style and I wrap my arms around his neck. I give him a quick kiss and smile.
"Put me down. I can walk." I whisper and he smirks at me.
"Oh that's fine. Let's get moving."
"Edward, put me down." I hide my face against his neck and he sighs softly.
Edward shows me the theater room and I can't believe he has watched movies at my place on my shitty TV. He carries me to the entrance of the bright and open family room that has his family pictures all over the walls but we don't walk inside. We see his impressive bar room that has a pool table, as well as an attached large wine cellar.
His house is very contemporary, modern and... just perfect.
Edward shows me the four guest rooms on the second floor and Mrs. Cope's bedroom and kitchen. Mrs. Cope has a bedroom bigger than my apartment. It must have cost Edward a fortune to build this house.
"Where's your bedroom?" I ask softly and Edward settles us on the bed of one of the guest rooms.
"It's on the first floor," I frown, because we were on the first floor previously. He didn't show me his room. "But, in the other section."
"I'm confused." I curl up smaller on his lap and he strokes my cheek.
"I would be surprised if you weren't."
"Hmm."
"My home in Chicago is in the city so there is not enough space to have a gigantic garden or experiment with different plants but here, I have that opportunity. And I wanted to have personal space to be by myself. So, I created a separate section of the house where I surround myself with everything that I need."
"Like your study room?"
"Among other things."
"Oh, that's thoughtful of you."
"Yep."
"And why are the conference rooms in the back?"
He chuckles. "There is a driveway from the back exit so cars don't need to come through the front gate. That's convenient when I have meetings at home."
"Have you ever had meetings here?"
"Yeah, actually in the initial week that I moved in. I had the flu and I couldn't go to the office."
"So instead you tired yourself out by conducting meetings at home and not getting enough rest?"
He smiles. "Uh, yes."
"Believe me; I am never letting that happen ever again."
"I know."
I connect our lips for a soft kiss and pull back a minute later. "I want to see the kitchen."
"Sure, but we need to go back to the great room for that."
I groan. "That's too far."
Edward lifts me in his arms again and starts marching out of the room. I squirm and he laughs, staring at my annoyed expression.
"Stop carrying me everywhere!" I say with a snap and he snorts.
"You look so cute when you are angry."
I roll my eyes in exasperation and fold my hands behind his neck. He leans forward and gives me a quick kiss. I nuzzle against his neck as he quickly descends the stairs and we return to the great room.
"You don't have a TV here." I whisper and he smiles at me.
"I don't like to watch a lot of TV, but I have one in the family room."
"Yeah, it was hard to ignore because of its size," He suddenly smirks at me and I groan. "I don't want to hear something sleazy right now."
Edward laughs. "Okay, I won't. But it was going to be a good one."
"Sure it was."
We go over to the fireplace and I notice a white door next to it. I open it for us and cold air hits my face. It's the same balcony I was looking at from downstairs. I see shrubs and potted plants all over the terrace and there is a cement block in one corner that has an abstract statue on top.
The French doors are open to the dining room and we step inside. There is a balcony that overlooks the passage at the entrance and the opposite wall has large brown double doors. Six goldenrod swivel chairs surround a wooden dining table that has a flower vase with fresh lilies in the center, in between two three-arm candelabras.
I stare at the double doors again and wonder if the kitchen is on the other side. The doors open and a woman, probably in her mid-fifties halts her footsteps when her eyes fall on us. Her mouth opens in shock; taking in our condition but the reaction slowly wears off and is replaced with a warm smile.
I squirm in Edward's arms so he'll set me down but he just tightens his arms around me.
"Good afternoon, Mrs. Cope." Edward greets her with a big grin on his face.
"Good afternoon, Mr. Cullen."
"Edward, let me stand," I hiss in his ear and out of my periphery, I can see Mrs. Cope trying to stifle her amusement. God! I blush with embarrassment and look away. Edward finally takes notice of my pleading expression and sets my feet on the ground. I sigh with relief and turn to Mrs. Cope.
"Mrs. Cope, this is my girlfriend Isabella Swan," She gives me a knowing smile. "Bella, this is Mrs. Cope. She has been a part of our family ever since I can remember."
Mrs. Cope walks over to me and we shake hands.
"It's wonderful to finally meet you. Edward has not stopped talking about you."
I blush redder and smile shyly. "It's great to meet you too."
She gazes at Edward. "Lunch is almost ready. Are you showing Ms. Swan around?"
"Bella, please." I tell her gently and she nods.
"Yes," He answers her question and takes a step in her direction. "And when is your flight?"
"In about two hours."
"What are you doing here? You need to leave for the airport. You will barely make it in time, even with Matt's driving. There is a lot of traffic in the city." He scolds her, and she smiles sheepishly.
"Edward, do you really think I should—"
"I'll be fine. We'll help ourselves, don't worry. You should go. Tim must be missing you, it's been three months."
"Alright, I'll leave." She says softly, and he gives her a light hug. He kisses her cheek, and she bids me goodbye before leaving.
"I thought she was from Seattle."
"She is but her son lives in Minnesota with his family. I make her visit them every three months. She needs a little change too. She'll be back by Wednesday night."
"Oh, you're such a good boss."
I wrap my arms around him and kiss his lips. He smiles against my lips and pulls back way too quickly. I huff.
"I thought you wanted to see the kitchen." He points out and I nod.
We walk through the double doors into a very seamless kitchen. An oversized stainless steel kitchen island resides in the center of the kitchen. The island features a gas range that coordinates expertly with the chocolate and white cabinetry.
I look straight ahead and notice four large wall sections with four knobs on them. The kitchen has a glass wall that has a flush mounted cabinet and showcases a refreshing view of the garden. That island is empty except for two stainless steel sinks. The kitchen is very intimidating. But, it feels incomplete for some reason.
"Something is missing, isn't it?" Edward croons in my ear and wraps his arms around my stomach. I nod a little and his lips curve into a smile against my neck. "Mrs. Cope would've never worked here if I had a kitchen like this."
"What are you saying?"
He saunters over to the wall in front of me and twists one of the knobs, making all the four sections of the wall to slide open. I am overwhelmed with the sight of so much kitchen equipment. There is a giant four door refrigerator, two massive ovens and many other appliances that I could only dream of having. I'll have to take a closer look at them later.
My eyes race over to the last section that is the pantry storage and is stocked to its limit. The other section is equipped with different glasses. It's very similar to the one I saw in his bar room but this is a much more diverse collection. Oh, it's the perfect kitchen.
"Like it?"
"I love it! It's so amazing! Would you mind if I used any of this equipment?"
He stares at me for a second and then sighs. "Yes."
My face falls. "Oh."
"What kind of question is that, Bella? Of course you can do whatever you want here."
I grin at him. "Really? Oh, thank you so much!"
I walk over to Edward and crash my lips against his. He easily picks me in his arms and I fold my legs around his waist. He deepens our kiss and I play with the soft ends of his hair as we lose track of time again.
I pull back a few minutes later and suck in a deep breath. I pant against him and he chuckles, stroking my cheek.
"Believe me," Edward whispers and continues. "You were the only thing missing here. It finally feels complete."
I blush and lean my forehead against his. "I love you."
Edward is busy speaking on the phone as he leads me inside his bedroom. I take off my sandals before standing up straight and looking at the colossal bedroom. It has a wide open balcony that overlooks the Fynbos vegetation at the entrance. A smaller version of the sofa from the living room is also here.
There is a wooden cabinet between the French doors of the balcony that has an Espresso machine on top. I chuckle. My eyes fall on the king-sized bed, and a sigh escapes my lips. Oh, it looks so inviting right now. The down comforter, duvet cover and pillows seem very comfy.
I lean against the sofa and stroke the lamp next to me. Edward has taken care of every detail of his house, including the lamps. The lamp bodies are long with a glass encased pipe and the shades are strictly white. I smile staring at the huge, colorful paintings hung on the walls. They contrast the white color of the walls which makes them stand out.
The wall on the opposite end is a little unusual. I walk towards it and my hand touches the soft, cold texture of the surface. It's not a wall. I circle the rim of the round button in the center and suddenly, a warm hand touches my arm.
I turn my head to see Edward standing behind me—still speaking on the phone—and he smiles at me. His hand grazes against my arm and travels towards my fingers. He touches my index finger and presses it on the round button. I hear his footsteps fading away but I can't tear my eyes off the double doors that soundlessly slide open.
I step inside the pitch black room and a dim glow appears from the ceiling lights. The room radiates a gold color which gives it a regal feel. I am conflicted between the two sections of this room as both are covered with gorgeous ash colored silk curtains. Why are they covered with curtains?
I go to my left and slide open the tall curtain and gasp softly. It's his walk-in closet. It's half the size of his bedroom. Jeez, does he ever wear the same thing twice? Now that I think about it, he doesn't. I lightly graze my hands against the shirts and jackets racked up. The man has more shoes than clothes as well as a black dressing table.
The interior of the room is grayish blue which is uplifting compared to how white his bedroom is. The furniture is a rustic dark wood and a giant gray ottoman is centered in the room. I walk over to one of the drawers and notice that there is no handle. I push it in and it pops open.
It's a watch winder drawer. Oh god, he owns so many expensive watches! The watches continue to slowly rotate clockwise in their shells and I shut it softly. I walk out of his closet and frown as I stare at the other set of closed curtains. If this is his closet, what is over there?
I walk towards the curtain and shift it a little to step inside. I press my hand on my mouth to cover my shock as I take in the interior of this room. The room is unreal. I grasp the golden free standing wall with my hand and take a deep breath.
The interior is tan and gold. The room is divided into separate sections based on clothing shoes, and accessories. The top shelves display purses of various kinds. And the bottom shelves house shoes. Oh dear god, the shoes. They are gorgeous. I walk further inside the room and take a look at the elegant collection of gowns, dresses, knitwear, coats, skirts, jeans and trousers and so many other accessories that I don't know about.
There are two beige tub chairs in the room and a matching sofa. The vanity is equipped with a lot of beauty products and I open the drawers to find numerous electric appliances to use. I don't even want to know what is in the other drawers. It's such an envious closet.
I stare at my reflection in the mirror and see Edward approaching me. I turn and he gives me an anxious smile.
"Hey."
"Are these Tanya's belongings, Edward?"
He frowns at me. "What? No, Bella. They're yours."
I gasp in horror. "Why? W-Why? But, why?" I sputter out and he chuckles.
"I figured you would stay here for the weekend and maybe later… you know, for a day or two during the week. Or more than that sometimes. And later… if you want to keep your things here, you can."
"Edward honey, are you okay?" I ask softly and walk over to him. I cradle his face in my hands and give him a chaste kiss. "You are making no sense right now."
"What I meant is that, you don't have a change of clothes so I—" I cut him off.
"You bought an entire closet full of clothes?" I ask incredulously.
"Ursula suggested most of these," He smiles and I sigh. "All of this is yours."
"I can't, Edward. It's too much."
"What will you wear when I tear your clothes off of you?"
I blush, even though I try to maintain a hard face. "I'll wrap a blanket and walk myself out."
"Like I'm going to let that happen," Edward murmurs and kisses my lips. "It's all for you, baby. It would make me really happy if you wore something from here. Please, don't say no," He pouts and his green eyes smolder me with their intense stare.
He knows I can't stand that pout.
My will crumbles and I give him a quick kiss.
"You know I can't stand it when you pout." I mumble against his lips.
"Mm, do you want to see the rest of the house or should we have lunch first?"
"It wouldn't hurt to eat a little later."
"Okay." He smiles, stroking my cheek.
We exit the walk in closet and he shuts the doors with a click of a button. I smile taking a look at his bedroom. It's so wide and open.
"You like this room?"
"Yes! I love it," I take a closer look at the fireplace and turn to smile at Edward. "This room would look even better with the lights on!"
I cover my eyes when there is an irritating glare directed at me from somewhere. I hear my boyfriend laughing and I open my eyes and realize all the lights in the room are switched on.
"You said lights on." He says softly and I shake my head. He walks over to the switchboard and turns down one of the switches and the lights fade away. He smiles at me and I sigh, walking over to him.
"I'm never going to get used to this place." I murmur and he folds his arms around my waist.
"It takes a little time. But, it's quite easy when you get used to it."
I crack a smile. "Did you live in the city before moving here?"
"Downtown."
"Oh."
I make my way to the other door in the room and open it. It's his large bathroom with a unique layout. The free-standing tub and walk in shower sit in the center of the space, while long vanities with plenty of cabinet space line either side. The floors and walls use high quality marble porcelain tiles while the vanities are dark brown with white marble countertops.
"It's so sexy." I whisper and he chuckles.
"Really?"
I nod and we exit the bathroom. I walk over to the deck and the chilly air hits me. It's such an amazing view from here.
"This place is a lot to take in. It'll take me weeks to figure it out, if I come here again." I mutter the latter part under my breath.
"Why wouldn't you?" Edward murmurs, turning me in his arms. "If it was up to me, you would never leave."
He skims his nose along my cheek and I close my eyes, getting lost in his loving touch. A smile escapes my lips as we stand in our little bubble.
"You would like that, wouldn't you?"
"I can be very persuasive."
I frown softly. "Are you asking me to move in with you?"
"Any time you want. This all will be yours too."
"I'm going to need a map in that case."
Edward laughs and I open my eyes to look at him. I stroke his cheek and get dazzled staring into his gorgeous green orbs. They are so hypnotizing and passionate. I close the space between us and feel the outline of his body against mine. I hover my lips over his and close my eyes when he leans forward to kiss me. His lips rub against mine and I part my lips.
"Lunch first." He whispers and I let out a deep breath I didn't know I was holding. I sigh and open my eyes as I hear my heart pounding in my chest. He smirks at me and grabs my hand in his as we walk out of the bedroom.
We go down the hall and he shows me two guest rooms. His office is right next to his bedroom, but he wants to show me something else first.
"What's in here?" I ask and he takes a shaky breath. I frown taking in his anxious face and he opens the door.
It's the most intimidating room in the house, it's white like the others but something is distinctly different about it. Maybe it's because there is just one tiny window in the back of the room. I walk further inside and my eyes widen when I see a wall stacked with music CDs. That is a lot of music.
In the center of the room resides a black piano. It's sleek and shiny, which makes it perfect. I can somehow relate it to Edward. The music rack is stacked with a couple of sheets and the lid is propped open. My fingers brush against the black and white keys that make no sense to me.
I can feel Edward's eyes on me and I look up to find him standing in the doorway with a dark, calculating gaze. I wonder what he is thinking.
Alex's words from the fundraiser come crashing back to me.
"He must play at home by himself but we haven't seen or heard him play in eight years. That's when things took a turn for worse. He grew distant from us all and his parents took it hard. He was very close to them. More so than Emmett and Alice were."
My eyes remain on Edward as his index fingers run across his bottom lip and he seems thoughtful about something. But, his eyes thankfully let go of that clouded expression and he enters the room. He lets out a deep breath and gives me a cautious smile.
"So…?" His question is open-ended and so unlike him.
I walk over to him and wrap him in my arms. His form instantly slumps against me and I gently stroke his hair. He nuzzles against my neck and I close my eyes.
"What is it, baby?" I ask softly and he shakes his head.
"I don't let people enter this room."
"Then how do they listen to you play?"
I know the answer to this question.
"I don't play in front of anyone. Not from the last eight years."
"Why not?"
Edward pulls back and I stroke his cheek softly. His green eyes turn hopeful and he clasps his hand with mine. He leads me to the far end of the room and opens the tiny door present there. The lights come to life when we step inside and… oh my god.
There are shelves in every direction and an armless chair is in the center of the room. The shelves are overfilled with trophies and framed certificates. Edward sits on the chair as I take a look around the trophies that acknowledge his accomplishments.
There are four framed certificates—far away from trophies—hung on the wall. I walk past the shelves and take a closer look at the certificates. He was awarded for The American Protégé International Piano and Strings Competition in four different age categories; Young musicians, Junior, Intermediate, Adult.
His name is inscribed in neat gold calligraphy on the certificates—Edward Anthony Cullen. My eyes water with pride just staring at them. He must have such a talent. I would do anything to hear him play. Will he play something for me?
I stand in front of his hunched form and stroke his hair. He looks up and I offer a tentative smile. He tugs on my hand and pulls me onto his lap. I settle sideways and he buries his face against the crook of my neck. He pulls back a while later and his eyes hold a tortured expression.
"What is it, sweetheart? Tell me." I say softly and try to mask my own anxiety.
"I wasn't this distant and cold eight years ago. Things were different. I used to be considerate of other people's emot—" I cut him off.
"Hey," I hold his face in my hands. "You are a wonderful person. Don't blame yourself for being someone you are not. If you were as cold and distant as you say you are, I never would've fallen in love with you."
"My life had no meaning before you stumbled into it."
I press my lips against his and he pulls me closer to him. His hand cups the back of my neck while the other one strokes my thigh. As much as I would love to make out with him, I want to hear out what he wants to say.
"Edward," I breathe out and sigh. "Tell me everything. Please."
"Hmm." He pecks my lips and gazes at me.
Edward continues. "I was three when I became interested in playing the piano. We had one back at our home in Chicago. I used to play day and night. It was my one passion in life. Mom and dad would love to hear me play. They used to gather in the living room no matter how busy they were just to watch me play.
"I was quite close to my grandparents ever since I was young. Like I told you, I would only meet dad's parents during summer and Christmas breaks but Grandpa Victor stayed closer. His work always interested me. I spent a great deal of my time with him. I used to finish my school assignments in his office as well."
"It must be your office now." I whisper quietly after he grows silent.
"It is," His lips twist into a small smile. "It was very intimidating to me back then."
"Time changes everything."
"Does it?" He questions me and I stroke his hair. "I never wanted to run his empire or hire and fire people under me. I never wanted to have so much power that it scares me sometimes. I wanted a simple life, Bella; a very simple life. I had a lavish life growing up, but I was sick of it. I was accepted into Juilliard after high school… I wanted to study piano."
"Why didn't you, baby?" I ask softly and he intently stares at me.
"I uh, had quite a few bad habits. I used to chain-smoke and had a bad company of friends," My heart skips a beat as I take in this new information. Oh my god. "And one day my parents received a call from Naples, my nana had passed away from sudden cardiac arrest. It was so unexpected. Nobody had imagined something like that would happen. She was healthy as a horse."
He clears his throat. "But it did. We flew there the same night and things were so tense. I was too numb to feel the shock of my nana not being in this world anymore. I was incredibly close to her and the fact that she wasn't in this world… was very scary. I wanted to forget about it and I walked out of the house and went to the first bar I saw. There was a group of men who offered me a smoke but things got… worse. That was the first and only time I did drugs in my life."
I gasp, not able to contain my surprise. How bad were things back then? I can imagine why his parents are so protective of him.
"It just happened… I didn't plan it. The next thing I remember was waking up in a hospital. I still recall my mom's face; she was crying her eyes out. I had never been this vulnerable. She used to pester me to quit smoking, but she had no idea I would do something like that," He chuckles sadly. "They thought I was the good kid."
"I was, for the most part. I aced my exams, spent time with my family and never got into any trouble. I could understand why they were having trouble with the sight of me on that hospital bed. Nobody said a word and then Grandpa Victor told everyone to leave the room and I knew I was in a heap of trouble."
"Was he strict?" I whisper, resting my head on his shoulder and he strokes my hair.
"When he wanted to be. I haven't told you anything about him, have I?" I shake my head. "My grandfather was the most hardworking man I had known. He started his architectural firm in a tiny warehouse in Chicago after he graduated from college. He got married but his wife left when mom and Aunt Jane were very young. He raised them both and took his business to great heights."
"Grandpa used to be quite fond of me. But he never really appreciated my passion for studying piano. He was quite certain I was going to become like him one day. I never took it too seriously. I hadn't told him I had been accepted into Juilliard… I guess I didn't want to disappoint him."
"What did he say to you that night in the hospital?"
His green eyes meet mine and he sighs. "He made me choose."
Eight years ago
EDWARD
I held my breath as my eyes followed my grandfather escorting everyone out of the room. He shut the door with a soft click and turned in my direction, his green eyes pierced straight into mine. I gulped and ran a hand through my hair.
"Why are we here in Naples, Edward?" Grandpa Victor asked in a hard voice. I used all my strength to sit up and he walked over to help me. He adjusted a pillow behind my back and I sighed.
"For Nana's funeral." I croaked and looked at him.
"Do you realize something?" I frowned, confused. "My days are numbered as well."
"Don't say that, Grandpa. You're fine. I've already lost nana; I don't want to lose you too." I begged softly, and he chuckled without humor.
"Oh come on, I'm not going to live forever. You never know what might happen."
"I'm not denying that."
"What are you going to do now that high school is almost over?"
I cast my eyes away from him. Should I tell him? My heart pounded in my chest as fear resurfaced in my mind again. Why was I so scared of him tonight?
"Edward?" He called my name when I remained quiet.
"I don't know."
"Your parents are overjoyed that you have been accepted into Juilliard," My eyes widened in shock. "Es told me a couple of days ago. I'm surprised you never mentioned anything."
"I forgot." I mumbled and reached for the cup of water next to me. I groaned when a spark shot through my arm and he admonished me to remain still. He handed me the cup, and I took an inviting sip.
"Do you really want to go, Edward?"
"Y-Yes."
"Alex wants to study Architecture."
I smiled at him. "Yes, I know. He'll do a great job. One day, he might take your place in the office."
He frowned at me. "And why do you think so?"
"Because he is your grandson."
"Wouldn't you like to take my place in the office?"
I sighed tiredly. "Grandpa, I've told you… Wearing suits, attending galas, having a thousand people working under me and making decisions for ten different businesses is not me. I can't imagine myself doing that type of work."
"You underestimate yourself, son."
I shook my head. "I don't."
Grandpa casually paced back and forth in the room and my eyes followed him. "You know, there are whispers going around in the office these days," He smiled at me. "Everyone is wondering who will take my position when I retire."
"Nobody can replace you."
"Somebody can," He looked me in the eye. "And do it better than me. I know it."
"I want to go New York, Grandpa."
"I'm not going to leave my forty years of hard work in the hands of a couple of strangers that I distrust."
"Alex—"
"Alex is not you, Edward." He snapped at me.
"You are underestimating him."
"I know his potential; he'll do great things."
"Then learn to trust him."
"You've spent the last eighteen years of your life in that office of mine. You know how everything works and you know everyone's roles. Hell, sometimes I turn to you for advice."
I shrugged. "I advise you on general things. Alex can do that also."
"If I wanted somebody to lawyer up for Alex, I would've invited Emmett here. Stop defending him and listen to me!"
I gazed at him with a startled face and remained silent.
Grandpa continued. "I understand that you are quite attached to playing the piano but you love to paint just as much."
"I do."
"What does an empty canvas feel like every time you decide to paint something new?"
I chuckled. "It's like life is starting all over again."
"How is that different from architecture?"
"Architecture entails drawing. It's not music."
"Architecture is nothing but frozen music, Edward. It's a visual art. You have to power to create art, brick by brick."
"It's not my passion in life." I whispered, trying to stand my ground.
"Your passion is playing music for strangers in a large auditorium. Is that what you're telling me?"
I nodded, as firmly as I could. Did I want to be consumed by just music all my life? Had I not always wanted to see the world? Why are my thoughts getting conflicted? I shouldn't let my grandfather persuade me to do something I don't want to.
"Yes." I said with conviction and he sighed.
"Or do you want to travel the world like you always have and make a difference everywhere you go?"
"I'm not sure."
"I'm not forcing you to get into Architecture just so you could handle my offices. I'm not that selfish," I nodded. "I want you to know the potential you have. You can't waste that."
"I'm not wasting it."
"But you are. I don't want to argue about this for long. You need to rest."
"Please—"
"Make a choice," He said firmly and walked closer to me. "You are my grandson. I only want the best for you."
"Now, even if I want to, it's too late." I murmured, and he shook his head.
"It's never too late, Edward. Trust me. You have that quality in you, to lead and have wisdom. Do you hear me?" His voice was hard and affirmative; and for that moment, I believed that there was still hope for me.
I never hated architecture, but I didn't give a lot of thought about getting into it either. Maybe Grandpa Victor was right. I probably had what it took to become a good architect and turn my life around. What I needed after tonight was a sense of discipline. I knew I wouldn't change my lifestyle after I went to New York. What if things became worse?
"Edward?"
"Y-Yes." I whispered and ran a hand through my hair.
"I didn't hear you, Edward."
I cleared my throat. "Yes, sir."
"I know it's hard, but believe me… things will get better."
"They won't," I muttered and my eyes filled with tears for some reason. "You want me to give up on my music. You don't want me to play anymore."
"You can't have any distractions. I'm not asking you to quit but you can't achieve everything at once."
"I want to do what you do," I said earnestly, something that I had known all along. "But, I can never be as good as you."
"We'll see about that later. For now, you need to grow passion for art."
"I already have enough inspiration in my life."
"I know." He smiled and his eyes crinkled.
"I need some time to think this through."
"You have six years, Edward," He said pointedly and his face turned serious. "Four years from now, I want your name added to my firm. Cullen and Platt Architecture—that's what I want. Something you'll want soon enough."
"I'll think about it." I whispered and sighed softly.
"I want you motivated. Make your decision with an open heart; you'll know it's the right one."
"I will." I nodded, and he walked over to the door.
"I'll leave you to rest then."
Grandpa exited the room, and I sighed with relief as I closed my eyes. My eyes snapped open when the door creaked open and he peeked inside.
"Oh, and Edward?"
"Yes?"
"If I ever find you with a cigarette in your hand again, it'll be the last time you have that hand." He threatened, and I audibly gulped.
BELLA
I let the details sink in that Edward had just shared with me for a couple of minutes. It's so easy to judge people from the lifestyle they live, but things get complicated the more you get to know them. I have so many questions to ask him.
"Do you think you made the right choice?" I ask softly and he nods at me.
"It brought me to you."
I blush and plant a soft kiss on his lips. "And it brought me to you. But, you know what I'm talking about."
He sighs and strokes my back. "Sometimes, I think I have. Grandpa Victor was right for the most part. But, things still got worse."
"They must have."
"I had no idea I would find studying architecture so interesting, but I did. And I felt guilty for giving up on my music. I don't know why, but I did. I couldn't get myself to play… even when I was alone. My fingers would start to shake and it was impossible for me to read my music sheets and I would blank out."
He continues. "My parents encouraged me to play for them, but I couldn't. I tried to stay away from Chicago as much as possible. I would barely stay for a day or two during the holidays and preferred studying and helping Grandpa with his projects. I would lock myself in my house and choosing to be alone. I grew distant from my family, my parents and I was frustrated with everything."
I stroke his cheek. "Did you start working with your grandfather during college?"
"I did. Alex came aboard a little later, but I was working with my grandfather. It felt great when I was new to everything… to have that much power. And for those hours that I would work; that gaping hole in my heart would be filled."
"That's why you lost yourself in your work." I murmur and he leans his forehead against the side of my head.
"Yeah. I consulted a shrink for a couple of years. I wanted to get over feeling the regret I felt. It always brought back memories. About Naples and everything that had happened after nana passed away. Dr. Zinn helped me a lot during that time. And when I was alone in Chicago, I found enough courage to play for myself and I still continue doing that. Just—"
"Not around other people." I completed his sentence, and he nods.
"I had a habit of lashing out at my parents when things got a little tricky to handle in my life. I blamed myself and decided to stop being around them. But, it was getting difficult for Alex to handle the office here, so I decided to move to Seattle last Christmas. It was about time I spent some time with my parents."
"I'm glad you did," I kiss his cheek. "And you shouldn't compare your success to your grandfather's. You are better than him, trust me. The choices you made can't be changed so you shouldn't carry the guilt with you. It was years ago and your life is getting better now, isn't it?"
He gives me a shy smile. "It's the best."
"So try to move past what happened. You can't go back in time, baby. Do you like your work?"
"I love my job." He answers within a beat and I smile.
"You've surpassed every benchmark your grandfather had set. You're doing it well. Your family is so proud of you. And I can see that they've missed you. Don't think about your grandfather the next time you play the piano; think of something that motivates you instead."
"Like my girlfriend?"
I blush and stare at him from under my lashes. "That could work."
"Good." He smiles and pecks my lips.
"Thank you for sharing everything. It means a lot to me."
He tightly hugs me and I snuggle against his neck. "Thank you for everything. I love you more than words can explain, Bella. You have no idea."
"I love you more."
"That's not possible." He kisses my cheek and I blush.
"Someday, I'm going to win this argument." I whisper and pull back to look at him.
Edward cradles my face in his hands and stares at me intently. "I uh, wrote a composition for you."
My eyes go wide as saucers and I stare at him in shock. "Why?"
He laughs. "Why? What kind of question is that? Because I love you."
"You wrote one yourself?" He nods. "For me?" He nods again.
I feel incredibly overwhelmed to hear this. "Oh wow, that's a lot to take in. Thank you, honey. Nobody has ever done something so special for me."
"Well, you are pretty special." He smiles and presses his lips against mine for a kiss.
"Will you play it for me?" I whisper against his lips and he takes a deep breath. "If you want to, I'm not forcing you to."
"No, no. I'll play for you. I would love to."
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. Come." I stand up and he clasps his hand with mine as we return to the piano room again. I stare at the massive rack of CDs as we walk past it.
"I'm surprised you never told me about your past… norms."
"Norms," He whispers under his breath with a smile. "Well, I wasn't proud of my habits. But, I figured that I should be honest with the woman whom I love very much."
I blush and kiss his cheek. "You're smart."
Edward sits on the bench in front of the piano and his body immediately relaxes as soon as his fingers touch the keys. He looks at me and I offer an encouraging smile. He pats the space next to him and I take a seat. His fingers nervously warm up on the keyboard and I notice his right foot is placed on one of the pedals.
"Edward, are you okay?" I ask softly and he nods, giving me a tentative smile.
"It's just that… I haven't played in front of anyone in a long time."
"Hey, take your time," I peck his lips. "I'm here for you."
Edward takes a deep breath and closes her eyes as his fingers start playing the most beautiful melody that has ever touched my ears. His fingers swiftly glide on the ivory and I can't find my voice as I lose myself to the sweet music.
The lullaby is too good to be true and the euphonious music showcases the feelings he has poured out for me. I watch his face; the cute smile on his lips, the hint of anxiety in his features but he looks relaxed. I haven't seen him this relaxed before.
I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes, not wanting to disturb him with my ogling. He kisses my hair and I smile, placing my hand on his knee. A couple of minutes later, the lullaby gradually ends, and he lets out a gust of breath against my hair.
We remain silent for a while as I try to sink in the realization that Edward composed music for me. I sit up straight and turn to look at him. His green eyes study my face and his warm hands are on my face, wiping away the tears that escaped my eyes.
"Thank you, Edward. I can't believe you wrote that for me. I love you so much."
I wrap my arms around him and tightly hug him. He nuzzles against my hair and I smile. I touch my forehead to his and he rubs his thumb on my bottom lip.
"I'm glad you liked it."
"I loved it."
"I wanted to play it for you on your birthday but things didn't—" I cut him off.
"Hey, this was the perfect time to play it. Thank you."
I lean in and passionately crash my lips against his. I moan when he bites hard on my bottom lip and I fist my hands on his jacket. He pulls me astride his lap and I feel his erection pressing against me. We sigh softly as he showers soft kisses on my neck. His hands roam inside my top and I squirm on his lap.
"What do you want, baby?" He says huskily and kisses the shell of my ear.
"I want you." I murmur and he tightens his arms around me and rises to his feet. His lips lock with mine and I feel his hands leaving my body. I hear a definite click sound and suddenly, I'm lying on the closed lid of the piano.
Edward unzips my pants and takes them off along with my thong. He hovers over me and I press my lips against his, stifling a moan as his fingers graze against my wet sex. His fingers play with my clit and my toes curl from his innocent teasing.
"Edward, please."
He pecks my lips and I wrap my dangling legs around his hips. I lean on my elbows and watch him unbutton his pants. He rests his forehead against mine and I fold my hands behind his neck. His lips brush against mine and I moan as he slowly enters me. His lips drag towards my neck and he sucks and bites against my skin.
Edward fills me and I whimper as he relentlessly thrusts in and out of me. I bite on his bottom lip and he closes his eyes with a soft sigh. I thrust my hips against his and he continues pounding into me. My hands knot in his hair as I hold him close to me and I feel myself clamping around him.
He whispers my name and I open my eyes to stare at his handsome face. My hands caress his striking features and he connects our lips for a kiss, swallowing my moans. His finger circle against my clit and sends my body into a paroxysm of pleasure as I come. I ride through my orgasm as he empties inside me.
We calm ourselves for a couple of minutes and Edward opens his eyes to look at me. He smiles and strokes my flushed cheek, making me sigh. He stands up straight and helps me sit up on the piano lid. He pulls out of me and zips up his pants.
"Hey." He whispers and plants a kiss on my lips.
"Hi."
Edward buries his face against the crook of my neck and I smile softly. I run my hand through his hair and he kisses my neck. I stare at the unique texture of his hair and feel how soft it is. It's a very unusual shade, but it makes him look gorgeous.
"Your hair has a golden-ish touch to it." I say and he chuckles.
"Yeah, my hair is weird."
I frown. "No. I think—"
He pulls back and smiles at me. "What do you think?"
"I think it's very sexy," He laughs. "I'm serious."
"Thank you, baby. And the weird color is because I had blonde hair until I turned eight."
My eyes widen in shock. "What? You had blonde hair? What about Alice?"
"Alice didn't," He strokes my hair and smiles. "She was a brunette. But her hair wasn't as pretty as yours."
I blush and roll my eyes. "Her hair turned black after that?"
"No, she dyes it. And it suits her."
"Yes, she looks very cute in jet black hair."
"Yeah, sure."
"Do you have any childhood photographs? I would love to see what you looked like as a child. I'm sure you looked adorable."
"That's never happening, my love. Now, please get dressed."
I pout and pull him closer to me. "Please?" I give him a chaste kiss. "You must have some."
"I'm not showing you my childhood photographs. You can try to seduce me after we have lunch. I want you to eat first."
Edward helps me get off the piano and stand. I button up my blouse and look around for my thong. Where is it?
"Edward, did you see my thong?"
"No," He mumbles and passes my trousers.
"Really?" He nods and I cross my arms over my chest. "So, if I check your pockets, I won't find it?"
He sighs. "Alright, I have it. You don't need it, anyway."
"If you say so."
I put on my pants and he hugs me. I smile and snuggle against him.
"Do you want to freshen up in my bathroom while I heat up our lunch?"
"Okay."
He pecks my lips. "Don't take too long."
"Two minutes," My eyes trail towards the open door. "I'm surprised nobody walked in on us having sex."
Edward shakes his head. "I'm sure they had a good view from the camera. And don't worry, the video and audio get deleted every 24 hours."
My stomach drops. "What?" I look around the room for any signs of camera and he bursts out laughing.
"Jeez baby, I'm kidding."
"I hate you so much, Edward." I push him away and start marching out of the room.
"I love you too!" He says at my retreated form and I shake my head.
He is so annoying sometimes.
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