The Other Woman

by PaintTheWalls

Isabella Swan owns a bookstore. One fine evening, her eyes fall upon a magazine that sets her heart into overdrive and so does the person who bursts into her store… because you just know it when Edward Cullen enters a room.

37. Getaway

THE OTHER WOMAN

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DISCLAIMER: STEPHENIE MEYER OWNS IT ALL.

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November 11, 2015

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BELLA

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Edward and I step out of the car and my eyes almost fall out of their sockets looking at the jet in front of me. It's a different jet. It's bigger and looks more extravagant than the one I've travelled in before. I wonder what is wrong with the one we travelled in to New Orleans. Edward interlaces our hands and I offer him a smile. He kisses the top of my head and we make our way inside.

The pilot and first officer greet my boyfriend and me; and my eyes suddenly fall on four people already seated and buckled up. Edward didn't tell me we were travelling with his business associates. The women are dressed in formal dresses and the men are in suits. I can't help but feel under dressed in cropped pale blue jeans and a white shirt.

Edward greets everyone as we walk past them. He leads me to the back and ushers me inside a room before shutting the door. He presses me against it and his lips descend on mine. I wind my arms around his neck and he draws me flush against him. Our lips move in a frenzy and I moan when he bites hard on my bottom lip. He cradles my face and takes a lungful of breath before kissing me again.

My hands stroke his sweater and I frown softly. Why is everyone dressed so formally if my boyfriend is dressed down? Edward drags his lips from the corner of my mouth, down to my neck and undoes two buttons of my shirt.

"Honey, not now." I whisper breathlessly and he pouts against my lips. I shake my head and he buttons my shirt up again.

"I'm sorry I forgot to tell you that there would be people joining us. We'll be travelling back alone but we require more engineers at the site."

"I should've dressed better."

He rolls his eyes. "I tell everyone to dress casual when they travel and yet my staff doesn't listen to me. It's not my fault."

"Maybe they are scared of you." I mutter and he laughs. He opens the door and we step out. Edward and I take our seats as he kisses my knuckles.

"Whose jet is this?" I ask and he smiles.

"The company's. Didn't you read the initials on the outside of the plane?"

"I did, but what about the one we travelled in to New Orleans?"

He snorts. "That was my personal jet."

I shake my head. "You have more money than sense."

"It was a gift, darling. Grandpa Victor gifted that jet to me."

"Just you?" He nods. "And what about others?"

"He didn't."

"I have a feeling he was biased with you more than his other grandchildren."

"Believe me, my siblings and cousins use that jet more than I ever have. They renovate the interior, they take care of everything. It just has my name on it."

I giggle. "Oh. We could've taken that one instead of this giant one."

Edward gives me an amused smile. "Okay, we would've taken that jet if you were willing to let my business associates sleep in our room."

"No." I answer quickly and blush.

"There are comfortable rooms for them upstairs at the opposite end."

"Upstairs?" I squeak out and he nods, grinning at me.

"I'll show you around after we have our dinner, okay?" I nod and take his hand in mine.

Ladies and gentlemen, the Captain has turned on the Fasten Seat Belt sign. If you haven't already done so, please…

I hear the pilot say and I sigh softly. Edward and I buckle up as I hear a gentle, smooth voice approaching us. The flight attendant introduces herself as Kiera and I watch as her hazel eyes undress my boyfriend. I have the sudden urge to break her pretty face. Edward introduces me as his girlfriend and her eyes finally fall on me. She has the audacity to look embarrassed for ogling my boyfriend.

She gives me a polite smile and I smile back. That's right, he is mine. Soon after, Kiera makes safety demonstrations and before I know it, we're ready to take off. My heart starts pounding in my chest and I quickly glance at Edward. He gives me a reassuring smile and interlaces our hands. He strokes the back of my hand and I try to focus my attention on his handsome face.

"Angela once told me that you were good at ice skating." He comments lightly and I send him a panicked glance.

"More than 50% of plane fatalities occur during take-off or landing and this is what you want to talk about?" I squeak out as he tips my chin in his direction. His green eyes pin me to his and I can't look away even if I want to.

"Are you good at ice-skating?"

"Yes." I murmur and he smiles.

"Really? Who taught you to ice skate?"

"Eric."

He raises an eyebrow. "Who is that, an ex-boyfriend or a friend? Where is he now? What does he do?"

"He is an ex-boyfriend. He lives in New York. I think he wanted a career in advertising."

My stomach somersaults as the plane takes off and I let out a deep sigh and close my eyes. A couple of minutes later, when I open my eyes, I find Edward staring intently at me.

"Thank you for distracting me, honey."

"How long were you and Eric together?"

I roll my eyes. "Does it matter?"

"Yes, it matters."

"A couple of months."

"How many months?"

I do the mental math and count how long I dated him. "Wait, we dated one year in college."

He gapes at me. "The whole year?"

"Yeah."

"Why did you end things?"

"Because we wanted different things. He always wanted to leave Seattle and at some point, so did I. But after Grandma died, I couldn't think about leaving Jake here alone."

"Did you break up with him?"

"No, we're still together." I say sarcastically and his lips twitch with a smile.

"Don't use that tone with me, Isabella." He says firmly but his face is alight with humor.

"What are you going to do about it, Mr. Cullen?"

"You know very well what I can do, my love," His voice is laced with a sensual threat and my body resonates with desire. My eyes pierce into his and I bite my bottom lip. His eyes darken and he pulls my teeth out of its assault. "Don't bite your lip."

Our gaze breaks when the seatbelt sign is turned off. We unbuckle and I scoot closer to him. I rest my head on his shoulder and close my eyes. He strokes my cheek and I sigh softly. I hear Kiera asking something to the others and her voice nears us. She offers us refreshments but Edward politely declines.

"I wanted to have coffee." I frown at him and he kisses the top of my head.

"How about dinner?"

I blush and nod my head. "Yeah, dinner sounds great."

Edward leads me to the private dining area and we sit across from each other. He looks over my shoulder and nods his head. I turn and find Kiera walking in our direction, holding a tray containing two glasses of sparkling champagne. Edward clasps our hands and my face heats up as I stare at him from under my lashes.

"Here's to us." He toasts and we clink our glasses.

"To us," I repeat softly and take a sip of my champagne. "It's good."

"Really? Since when did you start liking champagne?" He teases and I chuckle.

"Since I started drinking quality champagne, Cullen."

"Sure."

The flight attendant serves us a steaming bowl of traditional Czech soup and my mouth waters. It looks delicious. I gaze at my boyfriend and he shrugs.

"Vic chose the menu."

"I like soup." I whisper and he nods.

"I know. Will you excuse me for a moment? I'll be right back." He gives my hand a soft squeeze and leaves the area.

Edward walks back in with his business associates and settles them at the table behind us. He talks to the flight attendant who eagerly nods to whatever he instructs her to do. I'm getting used to this now. It's not new that women fawn over my man.

"Did you like the soup, love?" Edward asks as takes a seat.

"I haven't tasted it yet. I was waiting for you."

He rolls his eyes and we start eating our first course. The soup is delicious. After soup, we are served a salmon fillet with steamed vegetables and brown rice. I can't help but to chuckle, as I think about the day Edward cooked Pan-seared salmon at my place.

"Salmon always remind me of the time you were trimming the asparagus and sliced your finger." He says grimly and I giggle.

"I was just thinking about the time you cooked salmon for us."

"And I realized that day how accident prone you are."

"It was nothing compared to the accidents I'd been in previously. Every doctor in Forks knew me well. I made regular trips to the ER."

He chuckles and shakes his head. "Of course you did, darling. But I adore your clumsiness."

I laugh. "Really?"

"Ugh, please don't make me regret saying that."

"I'll see to it," I eye my half-eaten main course. "Hey, what's for dessert?"

"You." He says coolly and his wide eyes hold my gaze. My breathing falters and my stomach pools with anticipation.

"I'm looking forward to it."

I can't wait.

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I giggle when Edward's unruly bronze hair tickles my chin. He nuzzles my neck and his hands glide down my breasts and settle on my stomach. We are tangled around each other, our naked legs entwined under the ivory sheets as we enjoy the peace and quiet. Edward and I spent the last couple of hours making love and spending uninterrupted time together. It feels great.

Edward snuggles against my chest and I soothingly stroke his soft hair.

"What time are we landing in Dubai?" I ask and he sighs.

"9:30 at night."

"Wow, we're losing an entire day."

"Yeah, but on our return flight, we earn an extra day," He whispers and I smile. "So when you wake up in a couple of hours, it'll be time for dinner… again."

I laugh and his lips curve into a smile. "I'm going to need time to get used to that."

"Take your time, love."

"Your people must be used to being jet lagged all the time."

He chuckles. "They are. Some were tired when they came for the Annual Dinner on Sunday."

"They all admire you very much."

"And they loved you," He says and my cheeks flame with a blush. "Of course they did."

"How do you know that?"

"I have my sources."

"Everyone was so surprised to find out that Jake is my brother."

Edward laughs heartily. "Don't even get started on that. That's all people at work can talk about. Your brother has become quite the stud now."

I giggle. "He hates the extra attention."

"He'll get over it, don't worry."

"Did you see Alice and Jasper fighting by the parking area after the dinner?"

He groans. "I did. They act incredibly childish sometimes."

"Hmm."

My mind drifts off to the time when I thought Jasper and Alice would be great together. Jasper has the personality to handle someone as hyper as Alice. Plus, they have almost the same circle of friends and they are both attractive. But they aren't getting along. Especially after the Spill the Drink contest. I snap out of my reverie when I hear Edward calling my name.

"Yes, sweetheart?"

"Did you zone out about something?" He asks and I shrug.

"Yeah, it's nothing. What were you saying?"

"That to not answer Alice's calls, she might send you a shopping list."

I chuckle. "Okay."

"Sleep, my love. I love you."

"I love you too." I smile and he cuddles closer to me, his arms cage me to him. His hot breath fans my skin as I run my hand through his hair. When his breathing turns heavier, I kiss his forehead and reach for the light switch but he tightens his arms around me.

"No." He mumbles sleepily and I smile.

"Baby, the light."

Edward reaches over and turns off the light and returns to me. I stare out of the window, towards the dark sky and inhale deeply. I can't believe how much I've changed since I met Edward. And part of me believes that he has changed a little as well. His lifestyle is overwhelming but I want to make this work.

I shake off my troubling thoughts and try to get some much needed sleep.

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November 12, 2015

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I step out of the little shower cubicle and yawn heartily. How the hell am I still sleepy? It must be eight in the morning in Seattle. There is a knock on the door and I tie the sash of my bathrobe before I answer it. I find Kiera standing on the other side, holding a tray in her hands. It contains a glass tea cup, a tea pot, sliced lemon and a cute little honey jar. I smile at her and step away to give her space to enter.

"Good Evening, Ms. Swan. How should I make your chamomile tea?" She gives me a polite smile and I smile shyly.

"Could you please get me a cup of coffee instead?" I ask and her blue eyes lock with mine.

"Mr. Cullen has told me to only serve you chamomile tea," I sigh softly. "Would you like me to make your tea?"

"No, thank you," I nod at her. "Where is Edward?"

"Mr. Cullen is conducting a meeting in the boardroom."

She quietly excuses herself and shuts the door as she leaves. I sit on the couch and pour the steaming tea in the cup. The aroma of chamomile wafts around the room and I smile. I would rather have coffee but this is not that bad either. I wonder why Edward did this. I squirt some lemon juice and stir the mixture.

After having my tea, I get dressed in a black cashmere turtleneck dress. I put on a pair of black heels and brush my hair to make it look a bit bouncy. I don a black embellished wool coat and hurl my purse on the bed.

My eyes fall on Edward's iPad when it pings with a notification. I sit on the bed and realize that he has received a new email from Tia Gabrielle. I know the only reason why Tia might email my boyfriend would be regarding my bookstore. I open the email and find a spreadsheet attachment regarding the rough budget.

I open the spreadsheet and carefully read it.

Tia has ordered paintings worth a million dollars for the store, there are other agreements, the labor costs, and she has also sent a quote for different wooden surfaces and textures for the shelves. The shipping costs are sky high and I can't believe how much the total expenditure is going to be. This is going to cost millions of dollars! I can't let my boyfriend spend so much money on my bookstore, its ridiculous!

I grab my purse and go downstairs. I hear Edward's velvety voice coming from two doors away. I follow the sound and reach the doorway of the lavish boardroom.

Edward looks handsome in a white shirt and black pants. He is standing facing the door and his eyes are solely focused on the gray-haired man who is discussing something with everyone. Edward rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and runs a hand through his sexy hair.

His green eyes unexpectedly meet mine and a crooked smile appears on his face. My heart races in my chest and I blush lightly. The others in the room greet me and I offer them a smile.

"Good evening." I say quietly and sigh.

Edward mouths 'ten minutes' to me and I nod my head. I apologize for intruding their meeting and quickly excuse myself. I walk towards the lounge area and sit on one of the couches. I stare into space as I can't get the million dollar figures out of my head. It's too much. Everything is too much! He can't do me a favor and invest that much money in my store, not knowing if it's going to earn a profit.

I look around this room and shake my head. Do I really want this kind of lifestyle? Sometimes, I don't. I miss my apartment, I miss spending time with my friends and I miss sitting at my bookstore counter and meeting new people. I can't achieve the latter part sooner but other things I can.

I have no idea how long I stay consumed with my thoughts until Edward sits next to me. He wraps an arm around my waist and tips my head in his direction. He frowns staring at my face and tears prick my eyes from all the disturbing thoughts that are bubbling inside me.

"Bella, what happened?" Edward asks softly and strokes my cheek. I blink back my tears and sniffle.

"We need to talk about few things." My voice breaks as I say that he nods with understanding.

"Sure, love. What is it?"

"I am finding it very… difficult to wrap my head around all this. I don't deserve this." I motion to the room we're in, potentially talking about his lifestyle.

"What brought this on? You said you were going to try things my way." His posture turns anxious.

"I did, and I also told you that I'd let you know when things become overwhelming. And I feel that way now."

"What is it that you find difficult to adjust to?"

"I had a small world before I met you, Edward. It revolved around my bookstore, my brother and my friends. I had a blissful life in my apartment. My friends and I never went to fancy events, but we knew how to have fun. They know how little I'm interested in fast cars, expensive clothes and celebrity gossip yet, these things are a part of my life now."

He exhales deeply. "I understand that it must be difficult for you—" I cut him off.

"No, you don't understand. You can never understand because you've had a rich life growing up. I don't blame you for that."

"Hey, I can try to understand," He whispers and takes my hand in his. "But, please don't leave me. I can't imagine my life without you, Bella." He begs and squeezes my hand.

"It's getting difficult to adapt every time I find something new." I mutter and his face falls. His eyes turn anxious and he lets out a shaky breath.

"You—You can't leave me, Bella," He says with anguish in his voice. "I can't live without you. I'll do anything you want. Please, love."

"Edward—" He cuts me off.

"Please, Bella. Please."

"Hey, I'm right here," I murmur and sit astride her lap. "I'm not going anywhere, baby."

Edward tightly hugs me and buries his face against the crook of my neck. I stroke his hair and lean against his head. A couple of minutes later I try to pull back but he tightens his arms around me and shakes his head.

"I'm sorry." He mumbles and I sigh.

"Don't apologize, honey. There is nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault. What made you think I was going to leave you?"

"You seemed dejected and tired. I've never seen you look at me that way before."

"You know how much you mean to me, Edward. How can you even think that you and I can be apart?"

He pulls back and I stroke his cheek. His gorgeous eyes anxiously stare at me and he draws me flush against him.

"I love you so much, Edward. You are my whole world."

"Then why do you say that it's getting difficult to live with me?" He whispers in a broken voice.

"I'll get to that point later. First, I want you to get it through your head that I am never leaving you. You are the love of my life and that's not going to change. Is that understood?"

"Yes, ma'am."

I smile and touch my forehead to his. "Don't worry, sweetheart. Relax."

"I need to hear everything. I won't be able to concentrate on anything else unless we talk about this."

"Okay," I peck his lips. "Once we reach Dubai, you have made plans to take me to numerous high-end events that will garner a lot of media attention. Can we lay low this one time? I'm not asking you to cancel everything, but I really want us to spend time together."

"Of course," He whispers and nods at me. "I would love that. I know the media attention gets old very quickly, and it's annoying when you can't spend a moment alone. We can do that, love."

I sigh with relief and lean against him. "I was so concerned you were going to be mad about this."

"I always want you to share your feelings with me, why would I get angry?"

I shrug. "I don't know."

"What else?"

"You are doing everything you can for my bookstore and I can't thank you enough for that."

"But…?" He trails off and I sigh.

"Well," I stare at his shirt and play with the buttons. "I saw the spreadsheet Tia sent you a while ago with the rough budget. It's a lot of money, Edward. I'm not comfortable watching you spent so much money on the bookstore."

"Bella, building a business requires a lot of capital. We have enough capital."

"You have enough capital. I haven't invested a penny. I don't have any savings either. I—I want to help but I can't. And watching you spent so much money is very difficult for me."

"It's okay, my love. I'm here to take care of that. You have the freedom to do whatever you want with the bookstore. If there were money restraints, it would make your options limited."

"It's your money." I whisper in a small voice and he tips my chin up to gaze at him.

"What's mine is yours, Bella. You know that."

"It doesn't change the fact that it's your money."

He exhales soundly. "What do you want to do then?"

Now is the time to put forth my point. I know Edward is keen to financially help me build the store and get my business running but he can't do it for free.

"I would like to pay you back in installments," He opens his mouth to argue but I press my index finger against his lips. "It will take me a couple of years to break even and start earning a profit but if we comprise a detailed sheet of how these installments can be paid, I'll give you all your money back. Now you may speak." I take my finger off his lips.

"I really appreciate your offer but I do not approve of it."

"Then I don't want the bookstore or that place you bought." I snap and look into his angry green eyes.

Edward glares at me and his mouth presses into a grim line, like it does when he tries to suppress his vexation. I stare back at him fiercely, trying not to let his cold gaze bother me. How can he possibly think he can put millions of dollars into my business and I won't pay him back? I know he is filthy rich but I have morals.

"We'll set up a meeting with my accounting team once we get back." He says through gritted teeth and looks away.

I smile, satisfied and hug him. I wrap my arms around his neck and draw him closer. His fists remain clenched on his side and I feel his heavy breathing against the curtain of my hair. I tighten my arms around him and snuggle closer to his warm body.

"I love you." I say sweetly and his posture gradually relaxes.

"I love you too, my stubborn woman," He wraps his arms around me and tightly embraces me. I giggle and hear him chuckle. "It feels good to hear you laugh, baby. Don't you ever scare me like you did moments ago; I can't fathom the thought of living my life without you anymore."

I pull back and cradle his face in my hands. "It's stifling sometimes. I really miss my place, I miss being alone every now and then. I always have Demetri or Chuck around. They follow me everywhere. The paparazzi follow me wherever I go. I wear these big label clothes that create news," I tug on my dress.

He tips my chin in his direction and I gaze into his gorgeous green eyes. "You have changed in the last couple of months, Bella. You are more confident now; you know what you want to do with your life. You are in control of your decisions because for the first time, you are doing something for yourself. You are elegant and on some level, you know the effect you have on people. The effect you have on me." He whispers with a smile.

"It doesn't sound bad when you say it that way." I mumble and rest my head on his shoulder.

"You are a beauty, Isabella Swan. You deserve the best."

I flush to my roots and shake my head. "If you say so."

"You can go back to your apartment once we are back in Seattle. But, I need your cute butt at my place the day before Thanksgiving."

I laugh, relieved and nod at my head. "Whatever you want, honey."

"Anything else you want to talk about?"

"No," I lean my forehead against his and stare at our hands. "I'm sorry if you were hurt by what I said. But, it's tough to go from nothing to everything. I survived on $5000 a month and do you know this dress is worth more than that! These stupid shoes and the coat add up to more than that!" I say incredulously and gesture to my attire.

Edward laughs staring at my flabbergasted expression and presses his lips against mine. I part my lips and eagerly return his kiss. I moan when he gently grazes his teeth against my bottom lip. His hands caress my exposed thighs and my heart speeds up.

"You're so adorable, baby," He whispers against my lips and my cheeks flush. "And do me a favor; stop looking at the price tags. I'm going to ask Ursula to remove the price tags before the clothes are delivered to your closet from now on. Get used to these things; it's only going to get worse." He teases me and I scowl at him.

"That's helpful."

"And enjoy your stay at the apartment when you get home; it might be the last time you'll get to spend quality time there."

I frown in confusion. "What does that mean?"

"What's life without a little suspense, darling?" He gives me an impish grin and I pout.

"I hate you."

"I love you too."

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Mr. Omar is suited and booted at the tarmac to welcome us as we walk down the stairway. We shake hands with him and he offers me a bouquet of tulips. I blush and shyly take it from him. Edward smiles and wraps a protective arm around my waist. I can't help notice the horde of photographers furiously taking our pictures not far away.

"I don't believe airport security allows photographers on the tarmac." Edward says stiffly and Mr. Omar nods.

"Yes, I am aware of that. But this is just good media exposure for the project. We would really like the public to stay updated with everything that is happening. Plus, they love you both. Do you mind answering a few of their questions before you leave for the hotel?"

Great. Does this man really want to use Edward's status to earn the reader's attention? I would be appalled but Edward can't get mad at him. Mr. Omar is only trying to publicize his residential towers and my boyfriend is leading the project.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Omar but I may have to pass on the offer. My girlfriend and I would appreciate some privacy for now. My publicist has scheduled a couple of interviews for me in the upcoming days. I know you feel strongly about this but we are very tired from the long flight. I hope you understand." Edward ends his talk with a convincing apologetic smile.

Mr. Omar nods with understanding. "That's fine, you must be exhausted. Your ride is waiting. I'll see you tomorrow morning, Mr. Cullen. And welcome to Dubai, Ms. Swan."

I smile shyly. "Thank you very much; I hope to have a good time while I'm here."

"You're going to love this city."

Edward and I walk towards the waiting car and he whistles staring at the two shiny black limousines waiting for us. They are huge.

"Mr. Cullen, Ms. Swan." The driver greets us and holds the door open. I watch the other associates getting inside the other car and I enter this one.

The interior is sleek and posh. There are long, plush black couches on opposite sides and also a bar not far away.. There are drapes on the windows and I realize how ridiculously expensive this must be. I take a seat on the nearest couch and wait for Edward.

A couple of minutes later, he enters and shuts the door behind him. He sits across from me and runs a hand through his hair.

"What took you so long?"

He smirks at me. "I told the driver to take a detour."

I give him a coy smile. "Why, Mr. Cullen? Your intentions don't seem very good."

The car starts and Edward takes off his coat. "They are never good when I have you all to myself."

I blush and stare at him from under my lashes. "I know that."

"I'll show you around the entire city."

"That will be nice," I smile and stare out of the window.

I take off my sneakers and jacket. I hug my knees and gaze at the twinkling city out of the window. I can feel Edward's eyes on me but just as I hear him say something, his phone buzzes, making us sigh. He answers the call and speaks to someone.

I put my feet on the carpet and peer at my handsome boyfriend. His green eyes meet mine and he casts his eyes away. It'll be fun to distract him. I play with the hem of my dress and gently move it higher. I smirk when I catch his undivided attention.

Edward doesn't seem interested in the phone call anymore as my dress rides upwards, towards my waist. I spread my legs, and he inhales sharply as he gazes at my skimpy black panties. I bite my bottom lip and dramatically lift the dress over my head. I place it next to me and find Edward drinking in the sight of me with a hungry expression on his face.

I rise to my feet and saunter in his direction. I sit straddling him and feel his raging hard-on brushing against my wet panties. I part my lips and brush my fingertips over his bottom lip. I put my hands on either side of his face and kiss him hard on the lips. I blindly grab his phone and end the call. His arms snake around me and he passionately kisses me back.

His warm tongue enters my mouth and I moan softly. His hands caress my face, squeeze my breasts and tease the waistband of my panties. He pushes my panties aside and enters two fingers inside me. I whimper and he bites hard on my bottom lip. I circle my hips against his fingers and he quickens his pace.

I let out a low moan and reach between our bodies, towards his zipper. I undo his pants and let his erection spring free. He sighs against my neck and drags soft kisses down to my shoulder. I grasp his cock and stroke him up and down in my hand. His fingers continue entering me and I writhe in pleasure.

Edward plants gentle kisses on my breasts over my lace bra and adds another finger inside me. I tighten and my eyes snap open.

"Edward please, I want you now."

His sensual eyes stare at me and he retracts his fingers. I take my hand off his erection and close my eyes as he showers my neck with soft kisses. I pant and try to catch my breath.

"You can have me any way you want, Bella."

I slide my panties to the side and situate myself on top of him. I wrap my arms around him and gently lower myself onto his cock. He pulls me to his chest, and a moan escapes my lips.

"You need to be quiet, baby." He whispers and I nod.

Edward gets comfortable and I start moving on top of him. I keep a slow pace until his hands start to rock me back and forth. I bite my bottom lip, trying to control a loud moan waiting to escape my lips. I bounce on top of him and he grunts, trying to match my pace.

His hands immediately tug on the cups of my bra and he frees my bouncing breasts. He pulls my breast from the cup and takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks. I sigh and feel full as he enters me over and over.

"Oh god, Edward." I ride him and grip his shoulders as he smothers kisses over my breasts. He reaches between our joined bodies and circles my clit. He throbs inside me and I wrap my arms around his neck, holding his face to my chest.

"Baby, I'm so close." He mumbles and sucks hard on my nipple. I convulse around him and he connects our lips for a kiss, swallowing my moans. He tugs on my bottom lip and immediately empties inside me. He leans his forehead against mine as we try to calm our breathing.

I adjust my bra and panties; and sit across from Edward. I put my dress back on and he grabs a couple of tissues and cleans up. He zips up his pants and sighs contently. I return to him and sit on his lap. I snuggle against his neck and yawn sleepily.

"That's exactly why I told Kiera to give you tea, not coffee. I want you to rest well. Coffee might have kept you up."

I kiss his lips. "You take care of everything, don't you?"

"I like to take care of you," His expression turns serious, and he strokes my cheek. "Don't ever think about leaving me, Bella. I don't know what I would do without you."

"I promise I won't, honey. I don't know what happened to me back there. It's a lot to take in."

"I know it can be. I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize."

Edward opens the drapes and we turn to gaze at the beautiful sights outside. I lean my head against his and I can see Edward smiling out of my periphery. I stroke the ends of his hair and quietly marvel at how gorgeous this city is. A couple of minutes later, we drive over a bridge and I notice the hotel coming into view. I gasp in surprise when my eyes fall on the gigantic waterfall lit up in different colors.

"It's so amazing!" I murmur, pointing to the display.

Edward nods and kisses my cheek. "I've always wanted to show you this."

"Then it's a good thing I'm here this time."

"Yes it is."

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November 13, 2015

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I stare at the water touching my feet and sinking into the sand. I smile and stare at the luminous blue water miles and miles in front of me. I hear the cry of birds as a flock flies over the glowing water. The scorching sun burns brightly and I enjoy the heat. It's a wonderful contrast to the pouring rain in Seattle. I rise to my feet and dust off the sand from my elbows and swimsuit.

I eagerly step into the ocean and wade in deep until the water touches my chest. I grab handful of water and run it through my hair. My eyes gaze everywhere and I smile staring at two toddlers building sandcastles. People seem to be enjoying the weather and calmness on the beach just like I am.

My eyes suddenly go to the far right and I spot a bunch of cameras aimed in my direction. I flush with irritation and get out of the water. I put on my flip flops and saunter over to the beach cabana where my boyfriend is.

Edward looks smoking hot lying on the bed in a pair of red boardwalk shorts and sunglasses. He takes off his sunglasses and his green eyes darken as he stares at me. I shrug off my flip flops and lie by his side. His lips curve into a heart stopping smile and he brushes them against my ear.

"You look so sexy in this swimsuit, Bella. I'm not very comfortable watching so many men ogle you in this little thing." He whispers huskily and I blush.

I'm wearing an azure belted swimsuit that has a very plunging neckline which is tempered by a detachable belt. Edward runs his index finger on the exposed skin from my neck, between the valley of breasts and just above my navel where the neckline ends.

"You'll live, Mr. Cullen." I say and put on my printed kimono.

He chuckles and presses his lips against mine for a quick kiss. I wrap my arms around his neck and kiss him back. We pull back a few seconds later and he strokes my wet hair. I trace idle patterns on his chest and gaze at him from under my lashes. He kisses the top of my head and puts a hat on my head. I chuckle and peck his lips.

"Can we leave now?" I ask softly and he frowns.

"Why, love? You love it here, don't you?"

"We've been here for more than two hours. Let's go."

"What happened?"

I sigh. "I saw paparazzi taking our photos."

"Any other time, I would suggest we leave but you love the beach and we're going to have a good time here."

"But—"

"No buts. Ignore them," He murmurs and gives me a chaste kiss. "God, you're so stunning. How did I get so lucky?"

"When we go back to our room, maybe you'll get even luckier." I say with a seductive smile and he smirks at me.

"I'll hold you to that. Ugh, I have to go to work in three hours."

"Do you have to?" I ask in a feather soft voice and he nods.

"I need to."

"I would like to see the site you're working on."

"Really?" His eyes light up.

"Yes, of course."

"I'll take you tomorrow. What are your plans this afternoon?"

"Kate and I are going to have lunch and then we're visiting a museum or two."

"Interesting. And don't forget we have dinner reservations tonight."

"I won't."

I put my book on top of Edward's and grab my glass of juice from the small table next to my lounger. I sip my drink and watch Edward read emails from work. I stare at his serious face and smile softly. He is so focused when it comes to work. I like that he cares about everything. He meets my gaze and smiles apologetically.

"Sorry, it's about today's meeting." He puts the phone away and grins at me.

"It's alright."

"You are a hugely understanding person, Bella. I can't believe how you put up with me." He says and takes the glass from my hands and finishes my juice.

"Well, I kind of have to."

He chuckles and scoots closer me. "Listen, I have to ask you something."

"Shoot."

"We are sponsoring a charity here in Dubai and some of the proceeds from the events go to it. It provides primary education to children and we participate in their campaigns and events. I don't want to force you to do anything but I was wondering if you would like to conduct a book reading session for the 3 and 4-year-olds. I know you used to do it at your bookstore every Saturday…" He trails off and shrugs.

I feel elated hearing that. "Oh, I would love to! This is amazing. When can we do it?"

"On Monday."

"It will be fun! You're coming with me, right?"

"Of course, love."

"Thank you for letting me be a part of this."

"No problem." He starts gathering our items, and I put on my sunglasses. He rises to his feet and extends his hand in my direction. I interlace our hands and stand up.

"Where are we going?"

"Back to the suite. I just realized that I only have three hours with you. We'll come back to the beach every day if you want."

"Really? We're abandoning the beach to go have sex?" I ask as I watch him put on a white t-shirt.

"Yep, unless you want us to have sex here."

"No!" I squeak out and my cheeks flame with a blush.

"Jeez, relax. I wouldn't want anybody to see you hot and naked but me."

"I don't know why I put up with you." I mutter and he laughs.

"Well, you kind of have to."

---

Edward gives my hand a soft squeeze and I gaze up at him. He offers me a crooked smile and I blush brightly. He leans forward and tucks an errant piece of hair behind my ear. I bite my bottom lip and fiddle with the clutch in my hand. I take a welcoming sip of my merlot and sigh softly. The flavor melts in my mouth and I can feel the fuzzy aftertaste of cherry on my lips.

I stare at my boyfriend and grin looking at his handsome face. He is dressed up in a sharp navy blue suit, white shirt and a silk cherry red tie. He looks sexy tonight.

I gaze out of the window and admire the gorgeous view from where we sit. Edward and I are seated on the 122nd floor of the Burj Khalifa tower in their tallest and most beautiful restaurant. It's a marvelous view from up here. We've been here for almost two hours and I can't get over the magnificent view. I don't want to leave.

Edward looks over my shoulder and glares at somebody before his eyes lock with mine. I frown and he shakes his head.

"Your outfit is dangerous, Isabella."

I blush and smile shyly. "Don't call me that."

"Why not? I love your name."

I shrug and hear a pair of footsteps approaching our table. The waiter clears our plates and I beam at Edward. He chuckles and kisses my knuckles.

"Excited about dessert, love?"

"Yes."

He frowns and looks behind me again. He sighs impatiently and crosses his arms over his chest. I tilt my head in confusion and gaze at him.

"What's wrong, honey?"

"I don't like how men are practically eye-fucking you right now." He snaps and my eyes widen in surprise.

"Hey, ignore them. It's okay."

"I'll try."

I feel my clutch getting heavier in my lap and I have the perfect solution to distract my boyfriend. I hold his gaze and open my clutch.

"Um, I have something for you." I mumble nervously and he smiles curiously.

"What is it?"

"I got you something last week. Here."

I pull out the gift wrapped box and put it on the table. I scoot it towards him and he traces the thin blue ribbon on top of it. He gives me a loving smile and I sink my teeth into my bottom lip. God, I hope he likes it.

"You didn't have to, love."

I roll my eyes. "Just open it, Edward."

He laughs and takes the ribbon off. He removes the wrapping paper and his eyes flood with recognition when he stares at the wooden box. He opens it and his eyes soften. He lifts out the watch and gazes at the words inscribed on it. He strokes the words and intently stares at his new gift.

My heart thumps in my chest as I wait for him to say something. Does he like it? Does he not like it? Edward finally looks at me and sighs.

"It's amazing, baby. Thank you so much. It really means a lot to me." He says earnestly and I slouch in my seat with relief. Oh thank god.

"Really?"

"Of course," He shows me the back dial of the watch and I blush. "You had me at this."

When getting a customized Patek Philippe watch for my boyfriend, I decided to have something inscribed on it. I wanted my gift to be different. I had the artist inscribe; 7.09.2015. It's the date Edward and I met. Along the date I have the words; "Every second, I love you more." engraved on it.

"I'm glad you like it."

"You could've bought something for yourself as well," He mutters as he takes off his watch and straps on the new one. He grins at me and I smile back at him. "It looks good."

"Yes it does," I agree and smile at him. "I figured I'd buy this since you love collecting watches.

"I do," He whispers and meets my gaze. "It's perfect. How much did you buy it for?"

I blush and roll my eyes. "I'm not telling you that. And where the hell is my desert?"

Edward chuckles with amusement and the waiter arrives with our deserts. He places a plate in front of me and my mouth waters at the sight.

In the center of the plate is a milk chocolate cheesecake with chocolate coating and ganache on top. The cake has four chocolate slabs overlapping and coconut tuile perched next to the ganache. A layer of white chocolate caramel and chocolate glazing surrounds the desert and it looks delectable. I need to try this at home.

"Wow, it's a diabetic attack." Edward mutters under his breath and I giggle.

"Relax, it's fine. I'm sure every ingredient won't be sweet. They must have different flavors and textures." I say thoughtfully and take a bite.

A slow moan escapes my lips as the chocolate melts in my mouth. It's the best dessert I have ever had. It's not too sweet nor too bitter. It's perfect. I motion Edward to eat and he hesitantly takes a bite.

"Mm, it's heavenly." He whispers appreciatively and I nod.

"It's the best dessert I've ever had."

"You need to try this at home. I bet you can make it just as tasty. I think you can make it better than this."

I blush and shake my head. I eat my dessert and finish the final course before Edward. I smile smugly and he laughs, looking at my proud smile. Once he finishes his cake, the waiter whisks our plates away. Edward checks his watch and rises to his feet.

"It's almost ten. We have to leave. Come on."

"The bill?"

"It's taken care of."

I nod and carefully stand up. Edward looks at me from head to toe and interlaces our hands. I am dressed in a pale blue long sleeved sheer tulle gown with floral crystals and beaded hand embroidery. We reach the reception and the manager rushes over to have a word with Edward. A woman walks in my direction and passes me my blue cropped jacket. I put it on and nestle closer to my boyfriend. He smiles and kisses the top of my head.

Edward places his hand on my lower back and leads me to the elevators. We reach the ground floor within a minute or two and I find people gathered around the Burj Lake.

"What's happening over there?" I ask curiously, pointing to the crowd.

"You want to see it up close?" I nod eagerly and he interlaces our hands. He leads me to a private deck where I see a boat is docked.

"It's an abra; a traditional water taxi."

"Oh."

It's a cute wooden boat with a canvas top. There is a man standing at the end of the stairway dressed in a white shirt and grey shorts. He turns to us and offers a friendly smile.

"Good evening, Mr. Cullen, Ms. Swan," He nods and Edward and I shake hands with him. "Mr. Bryan has left your camera inside."

"Great, thank you."

I smile but frown at Edward. "A camera?"

"Yes, your camera. Let's get in."

He helps me step inside and we sit on the wooden bench, farthest from the driver's seat at the front. The taxi thunders to life and we chuckle from the roaring sound. The sound slowly softens and turns into a gentle hum.

I wrap my arms around Edward and he tightly hugs me. He kisses behind my ear and I lean up to peck his lips. He smiles and gives me a chaste kiss. He grabs the camera and takes pictures of me. I glare at him but he continues taking my picture. The taxi halts somewhere in the dark and I can see tiny shadows of people from where we are.

I see nothing but water everywhere and I wonder if this is the reason why people are here. To watch the lake. I hear music coming from somewhere. I frown and look around but see nothing. I hear the Arabic music turn louder and I gasp when water unexpectedly sprouts from a pipe. It's a fountain show.

The water changes color as I witness the greatest fountain show I have ever seen. I am completely enraptured by the beauty in front of me. I hear Edward taking pictures and I don't blame him. It's a sight never to be missed. My eyes sparkle looking at the wonderful sight in front of me. No wonder so many people have gathered to watch it. It's something you can't afford to miss.

"That was amazing, wasn't it?" I ask Edward in the car once we are on our way to the hotel.

"It was, and I got some great pictures too." He mutters as he intently stares at the camera screen.

"Really?" I shift towards him and blush when I notice they are all pictures of me. "I thought you brought the camera along to take pictures of the show not me."

"I've seen it a hundred times. Did you really think I was taking pictures of that?" He scoffs, making me blush.

"You're so sneaky." I try to sound mad but can't help but smile.

"It's one of my many talents, baby."

---

November 14, 2015

---

I read the email my agent sent me last night regarding the appointments scheduled at various publishing houses in the coming week for my cookbook. Edythe, my agent since the last two weeks has been enthusiastic and lightning fast when it comes to sending letters to publishing houses about my cookbook draft.

I like that she is friendly and helpful. Edward interviewed her at his office before he let me meet her. He was being overprotective but it was cute. I have a lot of work to do once I get home. I am rather anxious and excited to meet Esme's friend who is an editor at a Seattle Publishing House. God, I hope everything goes well.

I respond to Edythe's email and resume working on writing a section about cooking Coq Au Vin with my grandma. I am planning to add little snippets of memories about cooking traditional recipes to include in the book. I also want to add pictures to make it more relatable. It took me many attempts to master this dish.

"Hey, beautiful," Edward whispers from my side and I smile. I gaze at him from under my lashes and he strokes my cheek. "You're busy today."

"I am getting everything ready for the book. I still have to type few recipes. I have meetings with a few editors next week and then I'm going to ask Alex and Angela to help me take photographs of the dishes."

"People are going to love your book."

"Edythe suggested that we start a website and that I post recipes and blogs to get readers hooked on the book."

"That's a wonderful idea. My marketing team can help you with that. We can get together to discuss it once we get back."

"That'd be great. Thank you, honey." I give him a chaste kiss.

Edward moves closer and wraps an arm around me. I rest my head on his shoulder and he kisses my hair. I stare out of the window for a fraction of a second and then look at him again. He nuzzles my hair and I sigh.

"How long until we reach the site?"

"Ten minutes."

"Okay."

"What are you writing about?" He asks curiously and my cheeks flame with a blush.

"Um, I'm writing about my experience of learning Coq Au Vin from my grandmother."

He smiles and reads the story I'm writing. He laughs as he skims through the incident and shakes his head.

"How did you not realize you were marinating the chicken with sesame oil, and not wine? And then you use the same marinade to season the chicken and sauté vegetables," He chuckles to himself.

"I brought over my friends to taste it as well. It was my fourth attempt at that dish. I was so proud of it," I say with a nostalgic voice as past memories hit me. "Wait, I'll show you."

I open a folder on my laptop where I have scanned copies of the childhood photos I want to use in my cookbook. I enhance the image and show it to Edward. He smiles softly and kisses the side of my head.

"You look so beautiful in that." He murmurs and I roll my eyes.

"Yeah right, I looked hideous seven years ago."

It's a picture of me grinning at the camera as I have artfully arranged Coq Au Vin on a plate. Jake took the picture in the tiny yellow kitchen we had back in Forks. I change the photo and the image of my friends pops on the screen. They were sitting in the living room and had taken their first bite of my dish.

"Look at Emily's face!" Edward points out and cracks up. "She looks like she ate a dead rat."

I giggle. "I was so confident they were going to love it. I had Jake take a photo of their reactions. But, it's just a funny story now."

"It's a great one and these photos are priceless," He says as he sees all the photos of that day. "Jacob ate all that? He seems to be enjoying it." He pauses on one of the photos where Jake has everyone's plate in front of him and he is busy stuffing his face with chicken.

I laugh. "Jake can eat anything."

"That's your grandma, isn't it?" He points to the lady staring incredulously at my brother.

"Yep. She was so sweet that day; she knew how sad I was that my cooking plan didn't work so she made my favorite dish."

"You don't talk much about your grandmother." He comments softly and I bite my bottom lip. I shrug and close my laptop.

"Too many memories, I guess." I whisper and place the laptop next to us.

"I'm sorry; I didn't mean to bring you down."

"You didn't." I give him a reassuring smile and he tightly hugs me. I bury my face against his chest and close my eyes.

"I love you, Bella." He whispers and I gaze into his beautiful green eyes.

"I love you too, honey."

I press my lips against his and he tenderly kisses me back. He cradles my face in his hands and I smile. We pull back a couple of minutes later when the car stops. I stroke his hair and he gives me a chaste kiss. Matt opens the door and Edward and I step outside. I shut the door and stare ahead.

The cool air hits my face but the dust and scorching sun makes it feel very hot, dry, and humid. I shed my jacket and put it inside the car. Edward chuckles by my side and I smile at him. He interlaces our hands and leads me to the construction site. There are multiple cranes and eight different types of trucks everywhere.

I sneeze loudly when the dust hits me and Edward passes me his handkerchief. I gaze at the massive site and wonder how big it really is.

"How many square feet is this going to be?"

"1.35 million square feet."

I gape at him. "Wow, that's a lot of space."

"I know."

I see a lot of people working on different places and a group of suited men at the center of the construction site. We hear a voice behind us and I find a man in his early thirties walking in our direction. He is talking on the phone to someone and holding three files in his hands. He hangs up when he approaches us. He looks familiar.

"Mr. Omar is on his way."

"Great, thanks for calling him, Liev. Bella, you remember Liev, don't you? I introduced you at the Annual Dinner."

"Yes."

"It's nice to meet you again, Ms. Swan." He says formally and I smile.

"You too." I frown when I notice he looks tired and a little weary. He hasn't had a lot of sleep.

"I told you to leave for the hotel at nine last night." Edward says firmly and Liev gazes at him.

"I did, sir."

"Really? Georgia said you left at four in the morning." Whoa, some hardworking individual he is.

"We had to get the surface settled in." He defends himself and Edward rolls his eyes.

"Go back to the fucking hotel right now." He snaps and Liev sighs.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Cullen but I need to be a part of this meeting."

"Liev, go back right now."

"I'm sorry, but I can't. Excuse me." He walks towards the suited men and I laugh at his stubbornness to work.

"And you say they are scared of me." Edward says and chuckles softly.

"How long has he been working with you?"

"A couple of years. Let's go. I know there isn't a lot to show you but I can share the designs with you."

"That sounds good."

He stares at my feet and sighs softly. "Thank god you're wearing flats today. If you get tired, let me know."

"Tired of what?" I frown and he laughs.

"You'll see."

Edward and I reach the group of men and women who have iPads and different design graphs in their hands. They greet us and a short man stands next to Edward holding a couple of rolled up papers in his hands. I think they are plans of different sections. Two women share their reports about the work that has been done since last night and Liev adds pointers that they miss out.

"Liev, did you get the files I was working on last night?" Edward asks, and he nods.

"Yes, sir. Here." He passes a file to my boyfriend, and he flips it open.

I watch him intently read through the files and his lips curve into an amused smile. He laughs to himself and takes the other two files from his hands. He checks through them and looks at Liev with a delighted expression on his face.

"Liev, did you read the files before you got them?" Edward asks in a velvet soft voice and the man nods.

"I did, sir."

"What project are we working on right now?"

"The residential towers."

"Do you want to open a Croatian Cathedral here instead?" Liev frowns and Edward shows him the files. "These files regard a cathedral. You picked up the wrong files. Take my car and driver, go back to the hotel, give him the files about the residential project and get some fucking sleep. If I see you here before tomorrow morning, I'm going to fire your ass. Leave." He snaps and I hear the others chuckling. I crack a smile and watch Liev leave with an unhappy yet tired expression on his face.

"God, what am I going to do with him?" Edward mutters to himself and shakes his head. "Anyway, is Ms. Gill on her way?"

"She'll be here in an hour or two. She has a conference call with Mr. Volturi."

"Okay."

The short man next to Edward passes him a pen and a paper with layouts on it. They discuss a couple of issues and start walking. I shyly follow them and stay behind as they discuss something about the entrance lobby. Edward suddenly pauses and walks over to where I am. He interlocks our hands and leads me to where he was previously standing. I blush and patiently listen to them talk.

"We've designed a six story lobby for the entrance," Edward says to me and I nod, taking in the new information. "Todd, pass me the 3D model."

Todd, the short man hands a colored copy to Edward, and he hands it to me. I smile staring at the stylish, opulent lobby. It's marvelous.

"It looks amazing."

"Do you want to see the complete design?"

"Yes."

Edward gives me the 3D design of the residential towers from all the views and I stare at a particular image that looks incomplete. I look closely and something feels different about the way it is. Should I say something? Or will I make a complete fool of myself? I think I should share my views with Edward.

"Something wrong?" Edward inquires with a smile and I bite my bottom lip. "Hey, you can share anything you want. There is always room for improvement and everybody makes mistakes."

I blush and angle the paper in his direction. "Um, these here," I point to the glass wall from the first to twenty second floor and the top five floors. "They look incomplete."

He chuckles softly and others crack a smile. "Yep, we were about to discuss that. Any suggestions?" He asks his team and a few thoughtfully stare at their designs while others mark something with a marker.

"I think we should make them obtuse." A man says but the woman next to him shakes her head emphatically.

"That's a good idea but we should stick to the green strategies and follow those footprints, make something sustainable that's easy on the eyes." Amber Eyes says and I smile. She makes a good point.

"I think Sophie's right. I need designs for this, Zac. Can you have them to me today?" Edward asks and Zac, I presume nods.

I can't help but think about Edward's home. How beautiful the vegetation looks. The flora and fauna is refreshing to look at and it requires a lot of maintenance. If that is not a problem, I think that design would look unique in this humid weather and be a highlighted feature of the apartment building and offices.

I put my hand on Edward's arm and catch his attention. I point to the design and start talking. "Honey, can't you have a green wall on the one facing south? I mean, it'll stay with the idea behind having a sustainable project and will be different."

"We can include herbs and succulents." Sophie adds with a smile and I grin at her.

"Exactly, you'll create a landmark if you do this."

One of the men interjects. "I believe something like this has already been attempted in Australia. It'll be very predictable, Ms. Swan."

I sigh softly. "I know they have a seven-story green wall in South Brisbane which is the biggest green wall ever made. But here you'll be making a wall of twenty-five stories. Which is not very predictable."

He chuckles and nods his head. He gazes at Edward. "That's an excellent idea. Should we go forward with it, Mr. Cullen?"

I look at my boyfriend and he offers me an amused smile and nods at his associate. "Let's get a head start on this. Zac, I need designs. Make it possible. Thank you, Ms. Swan for your valuable suggestion. We will not disappoint you, I promise."

"Fine, I'll take my chances with you." I say nonchalantly and hear the others chuckle. Edward nods with a straight face and sighs.

"I appreciate your support, ma'am."

Everyone makes their way towards another location and Edward slows down until we are the last ones walking. I link my arm with his and he leans down to press his lips against mine. I smile and we pull back a couple of seconds later.

"Thank you." Edward murmurs with a loving smile and I stroke his cheek.

"You don't have to thank me, sweetie. I just tried to help."

"Would you like to join our team, Ms. Swan?" He asks and I giggle.

"No, I would rather be an occasional visitor to these sights."

He laughs. "As you say, my love."

"And I like to watch you work instead." I smile and he runs his nose down mine.

"I can see that." He pecks my lips.

We catch up with everyone and I curiously watch as they discuss the problems they've been facing for a couple of weeks. Edward takes the lead and constructs solutions for a few issues while the others remain pending or unsolved. His phone buzzes a couple of times but he doesn't answer it. Finally, after the fourth time, he reluctantly receives the call and walks away from us.

I watch him roar angrily into the phone and he speedily hangs up. He reads something on his phone and saunters in our direction. He winds an arm around my waist and clears his throat.

"Excuse us for a while, please. We'll join you when Mr. Omar and Kate arrive."

Edward and I step away from them and I patiently wait for him to say something.

"Before you shout your head off, I need you to keep an open mind and listen to me," He says cautiously and I take a deep breath.

"Go ahead."

"I am closing one of my back accounts. I can't transfer the money to one of my accounts because the account won't receive enough returns and it will throw my accounting log out of balance. My people will be transferring it to your work bank account."

"How much money are we talking about?"

"Around $6.4 million. You will need that cash and you can return it to me with interest. Cool?"

"Cool," I wrap my arms around his neck and give him a chaste kiss. "I'm surprised you're still calm about my paying you back with interest."

"Well, I need to keep my girlfriend happy. I have come to terms that I'll have to listen to her in this case."

"Good boy," I kiss his lips soundly. "Am I getting this money because you have too much cash in your bank already?"

"Basically, yeah." I smile and shake my head.

"Why were you angry on the phone?"

He groans. "It was my publicist. I have been ignoring his calls, but he is badgering me a lot."

"Is there something wrong?"

"No, he wants to schedule an interview for Forbes' once we get home."

"Why is that?"

"They have this 30 under 30 list and I'm on it. They want to interview me but I'm too damn busy for that shit. Plus, he wants to send out an official statement about how I'm helping people from Haiti get to Seattle."

"Oh sweetheart, don't do the latter one. It's goodwill, not business. Please, don't."

"Of course I won't." He whispers and leans his forehead against mine.

"I'm so proud of you." I say sincerely and brush my hand against his cheek.

"I had the right support from you." He shrugs and I blush.

"Right and what about this 30 under 30 list? You must be on it almost every year."

"Kind of. So they want to do a cover issue, again."

"They did that in July. They must really like you."

"Women tend to buy more copies if I'm on the cover," He says with a coquettish grin. "It's good for their sales."

"Really? Well, then you should do it."

"I'll think about it when we get back."

"Okay. And is Victoria getting the transportation arranged at Sea-Tac?"

"Yep, she's taking care of it."

"Oh good."

Edward has decided to bring 80 cancer patients from Haiti to Seattle for their treatment as a part of the new project he commenced with Carlisle's hospital two months ago. He has loaned his private jet to get everyone safely to Seattle and their treatment will start in the coming week. It is an ambitious initiative and I want to help him in the best way I can.

"We'll meet them all at the hospital next week. Please add that to your schedule." Edward says softly and I nod.

"I would love to. Did you do a lot of research to find out about this?"

"A little. Haiti has the highest reported incidence of cervical cancer in the world. More than 1,500 women die annually from the disease."

"It so sad that they don't get the help they deserve," I whisper and hug him. "Thank you for letting me help you. Did you think about what I asked you last week? About letting me know if you need help with your foundation?"

"I did, darling. I don't want you to conduct small projects or just be a helping hand. I really need your help. If you can, I would like you to join on as a Director. I have an excellent team but I need someone on that team who I can blindly trust. I know how strongly you feel about the foundation and the projects we're taking on. You bring a personal touch to everything you do, baby. I'm not forcing you to be a part of this but if you want to, you can."

I gaze into his gorgeous green eyes, completely overwhelmed. "You already have two Directors on board. Do you really think you need one more? What if they feel territorial?"

He laughs. "It was their suggestion in the first place and I couldn't agree more. You are an amazing person, Bella. You'll handle this well. It'll take you some time to get to know everything but once you do, you'll be doing wonders, trust me."

I blush and smile shyly. "Okay. I would love to be a part of your foundation. Let me get a clear idea of everything once we are back in Seattle. I would love nothing more than to do my part. Thank you for asking me."

"It's my pleasure." He whispers and captures my lips for a kiss.

"But, it'll take me some time to understand everything."

"Take as long as you need. It's going to be a while before we can legally make you a member but that doesn't mean you can't start work. With your book coming out and the bookstore getting rebuild; if this gets too much, you can always pull out of it. There is no pressure, I just offered because you've wanted to be a part of it."

"I look forward to it." I grin at him and he kisses my forehead.

"I love you, baby."

"I love you too, Edward."

I look behind Edward and see Kate and Mr. Omar walking our way. Edward puts an arm around my waist and we exchange pleasantries with Mr. Omar. We walk over to where the others are and I listen intently as they discuss Mr. Omar's requirements for the construction team and a group of architects.

They discuss numerous calculations and travel from one place to another. I take a brief moment and stare at my handsome boyfriend in his sharp gray suit and white shirt. He has his sunglasses tucked under the V of his shirt as he listens closely to the engineer speak.

About two hours later, my legs start aching from walking so much. Nobody seems as dead on their feet as me. Maybe because they have more practice. I'm done.

"… I think it's a couple of meters ahead." I hear Kate muse and Edward's eyes flicker over to me for a fraction of a second before he speaks to her. He looks at me again and sighs softly.

"Bella, this will take a couple of more hours. Why don't you go back to the hotel, darling? I'll ask Matt to get the car."

I nod and Edward whispers something to Kate. She produces a bottle of water from her purse and passes it to him. He unscrews the cap and walks over to me. He hands me the bottle and I inhale the cool liquid. I had no idea I was so parched. I feel better now.

"You look utterly tired and pale," He whispers and strokes my hair. "Have lunch and get some rest. You were working until late last night. I don't like your being sleep-deprived."

"When are you coming back to the hotel?" I ask in a small voice and play with his fingers.

"It might take me some time, my love. Do you want me to carry you until the car arrives?"

I flush and shake my head. "No, thank you."

"I'll get back as soon as I can." He kisses the top of my head and I nod.

"Bye."

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"Edward baby, are you ready yet?" I ask as I put on a pair of stud earrings.

"Just a second." He calls out from the bedroom and I sigh.

I put on a pair of nude suede sandals with crystals and rise to my feet. I exit the vanity and find Edward intently reading something on his phone. I clear my throat and his green eyes meet mine. He gazes at me in shock for two seconds and then his eyes slowly travel from my face down to my shoes.

He saunters in my direction and my heart beat speeds up. He leans closer and I take a deep breath and inhale his intoxicating scent. His hands touch the nape of my neck and he unhooks my round line necklace. Is it too simple for tonight's event? He puts it inside his jacket and walks towards his overcoat.

"Edward, what are you doing?"

"I have something very special for you to wear, my darling. I really hope you don't say no."

Edward returns to stand in front of me and brushes his lips against my forehead. He pulls out a very familiar necklace from his jacket and I gasp lightly. It's the necklace he bought at the Victor Platt Foundation fundraiser. I fell in love with it as soon as I had seen it that night.

"Oh my, it's more beautiful up close." I whisper and stroke it with my fingertips.

"It'll look more special once you wear it."

"E—Edward, it's too expensive. Do you really want me to wear it?" I stutter out as he places it around my neck. He clasps it and plants a soft kiss against the side of my neck.

"Wow," He breathes out and I blush to my roots. "You are a vision, Bella. You look radiant and breathtaking."

"Edward, what if it—" He cuts me off.

"Come along." He leads me back to the vanity and makes me stand in front of the full-length mirror.

Edward winds his arms around my stomach and smiles staring at our reflection. I gaze at his handsome face and his eyes pierce into mine. I blush even more, if that's possible and bite my bottom lip. He looks dashing in a sharp black suit and white shirt. He plants a kiss on my shoulder and a shiver runs down my spine.

"You are perfect." He whispers to me and tears prick my eyes. He makes me feel so beautiful.

"I'm not. But sometimes you make me believe that I am."

His eyes soften. "Don't cry, baby."

"Then you need to stop being so sweet all the time."

He chuckles and kisses my cheek. "I need to send a thank you note to Ursula for this gown. It's superb."

"It is lovely."

I'm dressed in a fuchsia chiffon dress that has a diaphanous fabric with flowing lines. The strapless beaded bust makes the dress look sensual with a hint of seduction. My outfit is now complete as I'm wearing the infamous necklace Edward bought at the gala not long ago. It's so classy and unique.

"Honey, what if something happens to the necklace?" I ask with concern and he chuckles.

"Don't worry, Bella. I've had it for so long, it's about time you wore it."

"Who did you buy it for?"

"You."

I roll my eyes. "Be serious. We were just friends back then."

"I know but I had a very strong feeling that we would end up together."

My face heats up and I smile. "And what if we wouldn't have ended up together?"

"Then I would've slipped it under your doorstep. I pictured you when I bought it. It has always been yours, baby."

I turn in his arms and tightly hug him. I bury my face against the curve of his neck and close my eyes. His lips brush against my hair and I smile.

"Thank you, for everything."

He releases me and tips my chin up to look at him. "Always remember that nothing matters to me more than you. Not the closet full of clothes, the cars or the many houses I own. I can live in a tiny house and own a simple car as long as you are happy. Your smile means more to me than anything in this world, Bella. Don't ever think that these luxuries define me. I can leave them all behind for you in a matter of seconds."

I nod and he wipes away my tears. "Where would we go?" I croak out and he smiles softly.

"Hawaii maybe, because you love the beach," I giggle and he chuckles with me. "I could play the piano in bars and you could finish your book. The family could visit us during summers or Christmas and it'll be just the two of us for the rest of the year. Of course, we'd need a separate room for Alex if he drops by for breakfast."

I laugh and he kisses my cheek. "He won't take a six-hour flight just to come over and have breakfast."

"You have no idea how Alex is, love."

I smile and hide my face against his chest. "That sounds way too good, Edward."

"I know. Should I book our tickets?"

I snort. "Let's wait until things get completely out of hand."

"Whatever you want."

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"Mr. Cullen, the Minister of Finance would like to meet you."

"Okay, sure. Please, give me a minute." Edward says kindly and the man leaves.

Edward turns in my direction and strokes my cheek. I sigh softly, not wanting to meet another person. I'm done. We've been here for four hours and I just want to go to bed. I don't know why everybody wants to meet my boyfriend.

"We'll leave in thirty minutes, I promise." He whispers and kisses my forehead.

"Okay. Should I come with you?"

"No, baby. You look beat. I'll finish this quick and be back."

"Hmm."

Edward unclasps our hands and kisses the corner of my mouth before he rises to his feet. I watch him walk over to a table far from us and I look at Kate who is next to me, dressed in a classic red gown. She looks great.

"I'm surprised he didn't take you this time." She mutters and sips her drink. I laugh and shake my head.

"I'm more than happy to not go." I drink my champagne and nibble on a slice of cheese.

"It is quite impressive how many people he can talk to. I want to hide every time somebody comes over to talk to me."

I laugh. "And it's not just that he nods his head along with what they say but he also has valid knowledge to impart. I think he knows everything."

"Maybe he does. Everyone admires him in the office and so many of them are scared shitless of him. Sometimes, I get intimidated too."

"I know," I smile and shake my head. "Jake is scared of him too. And he used to fangirl about Edward all the time. But not anymore."

"Women fawn all over him. There have been times when he has had crazy women stalkers. He had to get a restraining order on them."

"He told me about it. And the first time I went to his office, they thought I was one of them."

Kate chokes on her drink and coughs a little. "What? Tell me everything."

I giggle. "Yeah, so Edward and I had luckily bumped into each other four times before and I owed him money for the beers, ice-cream and coffee he had bought me."

"Edward never lets anybody pay for anything." Kate muses and I roll my eyes.

"I know, it's ridiculous. I told him that I would pay him back, and he refused, very typical. I needed to find a good reason to see him again, and I realized that I could go to his office and give the money to his assistant."

"You are brave, I must say. You decided to step into the fortress."

I shake my head with exasperation. "I didn't know what I was getting myself into. Anyway, so I went to reception but there was a rush so I decided to go straight to the elevators. I stepped inside and pressed twenty-two, because I figured that's where he would be. As soon as the elevator reached the nineteenth floor, it stopped."

"Wow that really happens, huh?"

"I was so scared, I nearly screamed. The elevator went back down to the sixth floor and there were at least six people standing in front of me when the door opened. I stepped out, and they interrogated me. They sent my details to Edward's floor, and I tried calling him but he wouldn't answer his phone."

"What happened then?"

"They dragged me around the first six floors and asked me the same questions over and over. They warned me that it wasn't allowed to go to the Executive Floors without permission. I was so humiliated when they did that. I was nearly in tears and so I just gave the envelope with the money to someone and two people from security ushered me to the entrance. I decided to never speak to Edward ever again."

Kate cracks up and I let out a smile. "But you still did."

"Yeah well, about two minutes later, five people walked over to me and escorted me inside like I was the President. Somebody took my bag, one of them offered me refreshment and the others took me back to that hellish sixth floor. They hovered over me and when Victoria walked in, they all stopped doing whatever they had been."

"Yeah, Vic has quite a reputation for being Edward's favorite person in the office."

I chuckle. "I'm not surprised. She gave me back the envelope full of cash, apologized to me on everyone's behalf and asked me to come to the twenty-second floor in two minutes. All the while, Edward kept calling me but I was beyond mad to answer his phone."

"Wow that's quite a story, Bella. Certainly a memorable one. I'm sure that doesn't happen anymore."

"Nope."

"What doesn't happen anymore?" Edward asks silkily and takes a seat next to me. He wraps an arm around me and gives me a quick kiss.

"Bella was telling me about the time she first came to our office."

His smile disappears, and he sighs. "Yeah, it's not the best story."

"It's okay, honey. That happened four months ago."

"Yeah."

"I think I'm going to leave before Mr. Omar asks me to dance with him again." Kate mumbles and we laugh.

"I certainly don't like the way he is eyeing Bella either."

She rolls her eyes. "You don't like the way anybody has looked at your girlfriend tonight."

I blush and shake my head. "Don't be so paranoid." I kiss his cheek.

"It's not my fault that you look so sexy tonight."

"And women have constantly been asking about the price of that necklace! I would've told them all to fuck off if I was in Bella's place." Kate mutters and shakes her head.

I giggle and rest my head on Edward's shoulder. "I could tell them, if I knew how much it cost."

"It costs $3.5 million." He answers and I stop breathing.

My stomach drops and I gasp loudly. "What?!"

A couple of heads turn in our direction and I flush. I touch the necklace around my neck and sigh softly. Damn, I would have not let Edward make me wear it if I knew how expensive it is. Oh my god, $3.5 million! You could buy a mansion with that much money. I think I'm going to have a panic attack.

"Edward, I think Bella is going into shock. Take her back to the hotel immediately." Kate whispers urgently and Edward gives her an anxious look.

"Bella, are you okay?"

I find the strength to nod my head and he sighs with relief. "I'm good."

"Come on, love. Let's go dance." He suggests and I look at him like he has grown three heads. Dance, really? I'm scared to death that somebody is going to steal the necklace I'm wearing, and he wants to dance?!

"Let's go back to the hotel instead."

"No, we're dancing. You need a distraction."

Edward rises to his feet and extends his hand in my direction. I sigh, resigned and interlace our hands as I stand up. He smiles and gives me a chaste kiss. He leads me to the stage where couples are dancing and I can feel all eyes on us for some reason.

"You look so fucking beautiful, Bella. Everyone is staring at you." Edward says and whirls me to the music. I blush and shake my head.

"They're staring at this expensive necklace. I hope nobody steals it."

He bursts out laughing. "Don't be so paranoid, Bella. You're going to get prematurely gray."

"Shut up. I'm an anxious owner."

"Don't worry; my security will keep everyone at a distance."

"Good."

"I'll safely put it away once we get back to the hotel," I nod at him. "And then I'll help take this dress off so we can finally start our celebration."

My face heats up and I giggle. "What are we celebrating, Mr. Cullen?"

"Being together. I think that's enough reason to celebrate every moment we spend with each other."

"Who knew Edward Cullen could be so sappy?" I shake my head and give him a teasing smile.

"Oh Bella, Edward Cullen can do anything for you."

I trust him enough to know that he really can do anything for me.

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November 16, 2015

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"Alright, so we're going to read The Napping House first," I say animatedly and show the cover of the book to the fifteen kids sitting in front of me. Their curious eyes fixedly gaze at the cover and I clear my throat. "Now, what does an author do?" I ask confusedly and a couple of hands rise in the air.

"Write the book." A little boy says and everyone repeats it after him. I nod, pretending to take in the information.

"Right. Very good, sweetheart. Now, scratch your heads," I say and the kids scratch their little heads. "This book is by Audrey Wood."

"Audrey Wood." I hear a couple of voices whisper in response.

"And the illustrator is Don Wood."

"Illustrator." They repeat after me and I chuckle.

"Who wrote this book?"

"Audrey Wood!" They shout in unison and I gasp excitedly.

"Oh my god, you guys are so smart. So now we know who wrote this book…"

"Audrey Wood!" They repeat and I laugh.

"Exactly, so shall we begin?"

"Yes!"

I start reading the book about a houseful of people who are sleeping on a cozy bed. I rise to my feet and get closer to the kids when it's important for them to see the pictures. I read the lines animatedly and repeat the lines which are vital for them to understand. They shriek with laughter when the bed in the napping house breaks because of the wakeful flea.

"… where no one now is sleeping." I read the last sentence and everyone repeats it with delight and excitement.

"Did the flea wake everybody up?" I ask with a frown and the little heads nod vigorously at my question.

We discuss the story we read together and I move on to read two more stories with the kids. All the time I was reading the stories; I couldn't help but notice that Edward was taking pictures of me with my camera. I kept my focus on the kids and completely ignored him throughout the session. Once the session was over, the kids repeatedly requested that I read another story.

I give in and take another book out from my bag. They sigh happily and we indulge ourselves in the final book of the session. When I put the book away, I receive hugs from the kids and I feel warm and happy. Kids give the best hugs.

Demetri walks over to me with a big bowl full of candy and I give it away to the kids. I laugh when I notice everyone has an arm full of candy and there are still some left. I distribute the leftovers to both the teachers in the room and Demetri. I carry the last piece of candy over to my boyfriend and he chuckles.

"Thank you, Ms. Swan."

"No problem."

Edward grabs the candy and Demetri takes the bowl from my hands. Edward pulls me by his side and wraps an arm around my waist. He kisses my cheek and I blush brightly. I quietly watch the kids eat their candy and talk excitedly to each other, discussing the stories they heard today.

I smile towards the Director as she walks toward us. She has two other people following her, and she offers us a warm smile.

"Mr. Cullen, Ms. Swan… thank you so much. You have no idea how grateful we are. The kids loved it. They had fun and learned a lot."

Edward smiles at her. "It was all Bella. She took the initiative for everything. From selecting the books to the candy she bought. She took the lead on this and I'm glad she did."

I blush and the woman takes my hand in hers. "We really appreciate your efforts. The kids fell in love with you. I don't think they've ever had so much fun listening to stories. I hope we can do this again some time."

"Of course. I would love to visit again."

We speak to the woman for a while and then we bid the kids goodbye. We meet a couple of people who run the NGO and leave for the hotel after twenty minutes. My phone rings as soon as I enter the suite and I answer it. It's Charlotte, Julie's girlfriend.

Charlotte and I exchanged numbers during the Annual Dinner and we have been talking to each other ever since. She is a manager of a jewelry store Downtown and has been working there from the past six years. She is going to quit her job and I wonder if she would want to work with me. I'm going to need someone to help me as I have other tasks apart from the bookstore that require my attention.

"Hey Charlotte."

"Hey, how did the book reading go?"

"Oh, it was great. The kids enjoyed it."

"That's great. I'm sorry I'm interrupting but I made a template for the yearly planner you wanted. You can check the events and add details."

"Thank you so much, I was so busy with my book, I haven't thought about it."

"No problem, Ms. Swan."

I roll my eyes. "Please call me Bella, Charlotte. Ms. Swan is too formal."

She chuckles. "Okay. And I have been thinking about your offer."

"Really? So, what do you think?" I ask and take a seat on the sofa in the bedroom. I stare at my laptop in front of me and open it.

"I think I will accept the offer."

I grin softly. "Really? That's lovely, Charlotte. We can get to work whenever you are ready."

"Sure. Did you speak to Mr. Cullen about this?" She asks nervously and I look up to find Edward speaking on the phone to someone as well. He catches my eye and mouths me 'two minutes'. I nod and he smiles at me. God, we haven't had two minutes to ourselves since this morning. I really need to spend more time with him.

"Um, not yet. But it's really not his decision."

She sighs. "Will you please run it by him?"

I snort. "Alright, I will."

"Great, I won't take much of your time now. Email me the updated calendar when you can."

"Okay, bye then."

"Bye, Bella." I hang up.

Thank god I'm getting help for the bookstore.

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November 21, 2015

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Edward takes my hand in his and plays with my fingers. He seems quiet today. Maybe he is just giving himself a break from the hectic week he had in Dubai. We landed in Seattle two days ago and Edward went straight into work mode while I returned to my beloved apartment.

I stroke his copper hair and sigh softly. He worked his ass off for the last three days we were in Dubai. Kate had left for Seattle last Monday so I had enough time to work by myself and explore the city on my own. I would like to go to Dubai again sometime. Edward was busy all week and since it's Saturday, I came over early this morning to make him breakfast and spend a relaxing day with him.

I also need to take sample pictures of the recipes for my book and the blog channel that I will be starting soon. Edward and I had a talk with his marketing team to help me with it and they are going to develop a website which will cater to my needs. They said it won't take them more than two days to set everything up. Good for me, I guess.

Currently, we are waiting for Angela to come so that I can get started on my recipes and she can take pictures which will make my food look mouth-watering and tastier than it really is.

"Shouldn't Angela be here by now?" Edward asks and gazes up at me. His green eyes are very vibrant and soulful. For a second, I forget what his question is. His head shifts on my lap and I snap out of my reverie.

"It's a Saturday, give her a break."

"Fine, I'm just hungry." He pouts and I lean down to kiss his forehead. He closes his eyes and snuggles against me.

"Oh baby, just wait. Angela will be here in no time."

I pull out my phone to give her a call right as I hear footsteps rushing in our direction. I turn and find Demetri showing Angela inside the den. She gives me an apologetic smile and I smile back warmly. Her eyes widen a little when she sees Edward lying on the couch with his head in my lap. She recovers her expression and waves at me.

"Hey guys."

"Hi, Ang." I whisper and she sits across from us.

"I'm sorry I'm late. My alarm didn't go off, and it's a long story."

"It's okay, I understand."

"Thanks," She frowns questioningly and tilts her head towards Edward.

"He's had a long week. And he is hungry."

Edward opens his eyes and turns his head towards Angela.

"Hey, Angela." He mumbles and she gives him a shy smile.

"Hi. I'm sorry I kept you starving."

"Don't worry about it." He says sleepily and hides his face against my stomach.

"Edward honey, go sleep in your bedroom if you want. I'll wake you up as soon as lunch is ready."

He shakes his head and pulls back to look at me. "You're here only for a couple of hours. I want to be with you."

"I'll stay until dinner if you want, but please go to bed."

"No, I'm fine."

Edward frowns when we all hear more footsteps stomping our way and I smile when Alex and Carlisle come into our view. Alex gazes at my boyfriend and rolls his eyes. He sits next to Angela and greets her with a quick hug.

"Edward, you are such a lazy ass." Alex comments and I sigh.

"He's tired, Alex. Leave him be." I murmur softly and Edward glares at his cousin.

"Fuck you, Alex," He sits up and runs a hand through his hair. "What are you guys doing here?"

"Well, Bella texted that she was having Angela take pictures of her food so I came to help. Plus, Angela is great with a camera. She always teaches me something new." Alex says sweetly and Angela blushes.

"Yeah, okay. And what about you, dad?" Edward asks and I slap his arm.

"What's your problem?" I ask and he rolls his eyes.

"Well, I came to taste the dishes; do you have a problem Bella?"

I smile. "Of course not."

"She is not making any desert today." Edward warns him and Carlisle chuckles.

"I know that. It's a delight to eat whatever she makes." I blush brightly.

Edward stands up and I follow suit. "Great. So now if the Brady Bunch is ready, I would really like to eat some food." He says dryly and leaves the room.

Angela frowns at his retreated form with concern on her face. "Are you sure he is alright?"

Carlisle laughs. "Don't worry, Angela. He gets grumpy when he is tired."

"Or when he doesn't get enough sex," Alex adds and my face heats up. "Since Bella is staying at her apartment, I'm sure they aren't getting—"

"Shut up, Alex!" I whisper-yell and steal an embarrassed glance in Carlisle's direction. I'm sure he doesn't want to hear about his son's sex life.

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that." He mutters and walks out of the room.

"You really need to get yourself a mouth filter," I snap and he gives me a sheepish smile. He walks over to whisper an apology and kisses my cheek. "It's okay."

"Bella?" Edward walks back inside and Alex and Angela quickly sneak out of the room. He walks in my direction and wraps me in his arms. He lifts me in his arms and buries his face against my hair.

"What's wrong, sweetheart?" I ask soothingly and stroke his hair.

"I think I'm going to catch some sleep. Will you wake me up before Alex and dad finish everything?"

"I promise. Now, get some rest."

"I can't sleep well without you and I have been sleeping alone for three nights in a row. The bed feels bigger without you."

"I'll come over on Wednesday, like I promised."

"Hmm."

"Be patient."

"I will. But, I swear to god I won't let you leave after Wednesday. I can promise you that."

Oh dear god, what does he have up his sleeve?

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