A/N: So it's been a while. Apologies! But we're all moved into our house now and have been for two weeks! Its amazing. So other news. I had to replace my phone so all my ideas apparently got lost on my notepad on my phone. My husband keeps forgetting to move my computer from his mother's and it wouldn't matter anyway because my desk has seemed to vanish from storage? Very odd. Anyway. So my tablet has also been dysfunctional lately as well. Oh and then there's the fact that I work third shift and have two children under the age of 5 running rampant. Both refuse to nap and between sleeping and keeping up with those two, I've had no time to write. Add in doing it on my phone where it adds in a random period here and there? Yeah, it's not doable. But here is chapter 10. It is 4:34 a.m and I was awoken by our newest family member, King Louis Deux. There's a story bebehind number two but...that's another story! He's a 17 lb Maine co on rescue and he's fluffy and adorable!

Disclaimer: I do not own these know who does. Stephanie Meyer.

Warning: content not suitable for humans under 18. May contain graphic violence, sexual situations and foul language.

Edward

The window was rolled down as I glanced at the woman getting out of a cab. My sister had called me and attempted to bitch me out for ruining her friendship with the newly met Isabella Swan but I could care less.

Isabella Swan. Dad's retired from the FBI and puts up a front to his family that he was just a chief on a force in the bullshit town of Forks, Washington. Mom was a teacher. How cute. They're bank account is pretty comfortable, no doubt fluffed by our government. They moved down here to the sunny state of Florida shortly after Isabella started college. Blah Blah Blah.

How could I be so stupid. I watched her look around and open the front door to her parents home. Rolling window up I opened the door to the car. My legs carried me towards the house. Surely Charles Swan had top of the notch security. Of course he did. The only problem with it was my buddy Eric who, if I promised not to kill the guy, would dismantle the system for a few seconds so that I could get into the house. I told Eric some story of needing to get his evidence on Miami. He didn't need to know I was coming to shut the daughter up.

I pressed my thumb on the door handle and smiled when the door easily cracked open. It was a few hours after our dinner and the house was quiet.

The foyer was lit with one of those decorative wreath things that cast odd shadows on the walls. The layout of the house played in my mind from the records I'd researched earlier. Front door leads to foyer. Foyer goes to hall which has an option of going to the left to the sitting room or the right to the kitchen. Straight forward would lead to another hallway which led to the right and left. To the left was a hallway that had another entrance to the sitting room, a bathroom, which led to another hallway and forked off into a master suite and an office. If I chose the right, it led me to a hallway that branched into two more bathrooms with adjoining bedrooms. I chose the later. I listened for any movement in the house and moved forward.

A shower was running. Figuring this couldn't be Isabella's parents at 2 in the morning, I pursued the Bedroom with the running shower. The room was dark with the exception of a sliver of light coming from the cracked bathroom door.

The room was bathed in moonlight from the window. Transparent curtains covered the window in ripples. The bedroom was decorated in a subtle manner. It looked clean with its white linens and pale walls. There was a plush Brown chair in the corner of the room hidden in darkness. I smiled and walked towards it as I awaited Bella to finish her shower. Soon, the water turned off and I heard the usual rustling of towels being grabbed. She spent little time in the bathroom before exiting and coming into the Bedroom in a towel. I smirked as I remembered her laid before me on my bed a few weeks ago.

She didn't notice me as sheshe stood before her dresser and pulled out her bed garments. I willed myself to sit still and breathe softly when she dropped her towel. Her glorious ass was bare before me and I held back a groan when she stepped into a baggy pair of red sleep shorts. Isabella pulled on a white tank top and grabbed something off of the dresser. She folded her damp hair into a high bun on her head and moved towards the bathroom once more.

The light switched off and I figured this the perfect moment to move across the room. I came up behind her swiftly and placed my hand over her mouth.

She let out a muffled scream when I pulled her against me.

"Shhh. .." I whispered. Her body trembled with fear. "Don't want to wake daddy up." I pressed my hip against her back so she could feel my piece press against her. She froze.

"Now, if I remove my hand, will you bebe quiet? Remember, I have a gun and I well more alert than your father." I reminded her. Her hands gripped my hand tightly and she tried biting down on my hand.

"Isabella, stop. You're being stupid." I chastised her. She grumbled something against my hand again.

"I had the security system dismantled. I promised not to kill your father or anyone else in this house. Don't make me break it, all right?"

Her body relaxed and she nodded her head.

I smiled. "Good." I released her and she stumbled forward.

She turned sharply and faced me.

"Are you insane?" She spat in a whisper.

"Just checking up on you. I had to leave in such a hurry that I was unable to have a suitable conversation with you." I whispered back.

Her fists bunched at her sides and she glared at me. "How long have you been here?"

I smirked and glanced down her body. "Long enough."

"You're insane, you know that? How dare you break into my house!" Isabella seethed.

I shook my head and made a move to walk around the spacious bedroom.

"It wasn't breaking in if the door was unlounlocked. Your dad really shouldn't rely on this as a security system. He should get something that can't be...overrode by a simple key tap." I Sat on the bed. "Besides, I'm here for business.

She glanced around. "Business? I told You I have no desire to be involved nor am I going to say anything. I'm not stupid. Do you think I want my dad to know I've pretty much been Jacob Black's punch bag for the past three years? Or that I went and fucked the guy who rescued me?"

"I just need to be sure you won't let slip that you saw my gun or that you have any knowledge of my life."

"I barely know you!" She spat.

I smirked at her. "Don't worry. You'll have plenty of time to get to know me."

She shook her head and crossed her arms. "No. Were done. We go our seperate ways and be done with one another. Pretend we don't exist. Besides, I don't want Jacob looking for me."

"He won't be."

"Why, did you kill him too?"

I shook my head. "He just won't be looking for you. Anyway. I came for business."

"This is not an appropriate time or setting for a meeting about business." She stomped her . I looked up at her once more. What I would give to have those legs wrapped around my waist once again.

"I think it is." I stood so that I was standing above her.

"You're insane."

"You've said that." I whispered.

She glared up at me. "You're stalking me."

"Protecting my interests is more like it."

She scoffed.

"This is absurd." She whispered.

"So, business? " I raised a brow.

She bit her lip. "I told you I wasn't going to say anything."

"Yes, but I need to be sure. So that you know the consequences."

"I'm a cop's daughter. I fucking know what happens."

I shook my head. "But still. You owe me for lying to me."

"No, I don't." She growled. The sound went straight to my cock. "And I didn't lie. I omitted the truth."

"I see we're getting no where with this." I ran my hands through my hair.

"Clearly." She crossed her arms.

"How about you meet me for lunch tomorrow. I'll see to James you get paid for the day and I'll pick you up."

"No. We're done. I don't want to see you again! It was a mistake going with you. The past three years were a mistake. Just...leave me alone." Isabella pleaded softly.

I ran my thumb over her cheek and she flinched from the touch.

"You're too involved now. I'll pick you up at eleven. I'll meet you at the corner over there," I nodded my head in the direction I intended.

"Fine. It better be sushi. And it better be fucking awesome if I have to deal with your ass. And let it be known that I'm not going to agree to anything. But I'd be a fool to turn down free food and a day away from work with the scumbag I call Boss. "

I chuckled softly. "Sushi it is."

"You're ridiculous. " She glared at me.

Oh IsIsabella Swan, the plans I have for you.