AN: Who hates computer viruses? I do! My apologies for the late chapter, my computer was in the shop. However, this chapter is longer and full of surprises. Thank you for all the reviews! I love receiving each and every one. Oh, and if you haven't read my New Years one shot, A New Year Like No Other, check it out. Maybe you'll like it :)

Dislclaimer: I do not own the Twilight series, the brilliant Stephenie Meyer does.

"Oh God," I muttered, nervousness flooding through me as Charlie parked his cruiser. In just a few minutes he would walk through the door, kick his boots to the side and make himself comfortable on the couch, totally unaware of the shock that awaited him.

Edward insisted that I was over exaggerating. Charlie hadn't even met him yet, but he knew just enough to have an opinion. He's told me of the numerous times his buddies have busted Edward for some felony. Drugs, skipping school, and underage drinking were just a few of Edward's flaws. But, he said he's changed. I have no reason not to believe him.

"Bells?" Charlie shouted while hanging up his belt and keys. Their jingle resonated down the hall as I frantically set the table. Dinner needed to be perfect. I even pulled out some of Harry's fish fry to set the mood.

"In the kitchen, Dad! Dinner's almost ready."

At the mention of food, Charlie was in the doorway in a flash. His eyes surveyed the fish fry hungrily. "Looks great, Bella! I didn't know we had any of Harry's stuff left."

I cracked a smile, mentally patting myself on the back. I kept a stash just in case of a situation in which I would desperately need to suck up, like now. "Yeah, I found some when I was cleaning out the freezer today. Billy must have brought more than we thought." My grin widened as I subtly mentioned cleaning out the freezer. Nothing is suspicious about that.

Charlie nodded absentmindedly and sat at the table to devour his meal. I followed suit, pushing the fish around my plate instead of eating it. I was never a huge fan of Harry's fish fry.

"So, how was work today?" I asked while slyly slipping a forkful of fish into my napkin.

Charlie didn't notice as he rose for seconds. "Same old, same old. I beat Fred at Rummy though." He smirked as he sat back at the table, pausing to look me over. "How was your day?"

I inhaled shakily and gave a tight smile. "It was good. I actually had a little company." My heart began an obnoxious pounding rhythm, practically beating out of my chest.

"Oh, really? Who's that?"

"Uhm, you remember Edward Cullen, right?" I asked, carefully setting down my fork to make eye contact.

Charlie stopped mid-chew to stare at me. "Yes. What about him?"

"He was my company," I said in a hurry, wondering if he even understood me. His expression was that of stone, hard and unmoving. It wasn't until his mouth twisted into a deep frown that I realized he comprehended me, word for word.

"And why was he here, in my house, alone with you? I thought you finished that project," he growled angrily. Dinner was forgotten as he pushed his plate away.

"We did!" I replied quickly, trying to think of ways to backtrack. "I invited him."

Charlie sighed and ran a hand across his weary face. "Why, Bella? I told you that I don't like him. You know this," he stated sharply.

"I really like Edward, Dad. We sort of hit it off the other night, and well, I would really like to date him, with your permission of course." I cringed at my futile attempt to win him over. I just set myself up for failure.

"No, Bella. You absolutely, under no circumstances have my permission to date some trouble making boy. No," Charlie barked while shaking a finger inches away from my face.

I stood, kicking my chair from behind me. "I'm not a dog that you can command with one word, Dad! I'm your daughter and I deserve more respect than that." My fierce tone sent him reeling. We've never fought about anything of this magnitude.

"Excuse me?" he shouted, standing and slamming his fist against the wooden table. It shook from his excessive force. "You do as I tell you. I want what's best for you and dating him is not it." His red face contorted to one of pure fury as I stood my ground.

"You don't know that," I spat, not swaying from my spot. "People change! He promised me that he would."

Charlie laughed humorlessly and brought his clenched fist to his side. "What makes you think he will change for you, Bella? You're just another prize to him and I won't let him take advantage of you," he said, his voice softening slightly. "Do you know how many times we've caught him up on Olympic Valley? The windows were always fogged up from his sick activities."

I gasped. Air flew from my mouth as if someone punched me directly in the stomach. "H-he what?"

"You heard me. You'll just be another girl, Bella."

"I don't believe that!" I shouted through tears. I quickly wiped them away, but my glassy eyes betrayed me.

"See," Charlie began and slowly took a step toward me. "He's already made you cry."

"He didn't make me cry," I hissed, venom dripping from my voice. "You did!" I ran for the stairs, running until I reached my room. The slamming of my door echoed, successfully drowning out Charlie's shouts. I immediately collapsed on my bed with a sob. This was not what I had planned.

Charlie was supposed to come home, regale me with the highlights of his day, and praise the fish fry. Then, I would subtly bring up the subject of Edward, only to have Charlie grin and declare to meet the charming boy who has captured his only daughter's heart. Right.

So what if Edward has been caught on Olympic Valley, it's not like I didn't expect as much. I knew his misadventures when I made the decision to become his girlfriend. I knew.

"Bella," Charlie gruffly shouted while knocking on my door. "This conversation isn't over."

Since my lock was not strong enough to sustain any sort of blow, I swung the door open, exposing my puffy face. "What? I thought you made your point very clear, I'm nothing but a conquest for him."

Charlie sighed and roughly ran a hand across his face. "I didn't mean it in that way. I just don't want you to get hurt, that's all."

"He promised me, Dad! He said he would change!"

"That means nothing coming from a teenage boy," he replied calmly. "I would know, I used to be one."

Tears clouded my vision as I realized the fate of this argument. "Please, Dad," I whined and sniffled for effect. "Give him a chance."

Charlie shook his head before gently laying a hand on my shoulder. I squirmed out of his grip, fist enclosed around the doorknob. "Don't be like that, Bella," he chastised. "You're acting like a child."

"That's how you're treating me," I retorted, my tears replaced with anger. "I'm old enough to make my own decisions on who I can date."

"No, you're not. You're seventeen years old, not even a legal adult. You'll do as I tell you," he stated and turned to walk down the stairs. "Let me make this clear, no Edward Cullen. Not now, not ever." I watched his back as he retreated to the living room.

"Asshole," I muttered and slammed the door behind me. I knew I was acting childish, but he refused to listen. His mind was only on one setting, 'no'.

I crawled under my quilt and sighed. At least I could gloat about this to Edward. My thoughts drifted as I pushed my face into a nearby pillow, sleep soon finding me.

Hours later, a shrill ringing woke me. I stumbled to my purse in search of my cell phone, tripping over a slightly raised floorboard. "Damn it," I grumbled while flipping the obnoxious silver phone open.

"Bella?" a smooth voice questioned, nearly sending me sprawling across the floor again.

I gasped, rubbing the sleep from my eyes. "Edward, oh I'm so sorry! What time is it?"

"It's almost eleven," he replied quickly before shooting questions at me. "Why didn't you call me earlier? Is everything alright? How's Charlie?"

I collapsed back on my bed and switched ears, shielding my face with a pillow. "I didn't call because Charlie freaked out. It was like World War Three around here."

Edward sighed and I could imagine him running a hand through his messy locks. "Really?"

"Yes, and he basically forbade me from ever speaking to you again."

"He what?! How can he do that?"

"That's what I said, but he played the father card and the fact that I'm not a legal adult," I replied dismally. "He knows everything you've done, Edward."

Another deep sigh reverberated from the line as I awaited his answer. "What do you mean everything?"

"Drugs, drinking, skipping school, and even your jaunts to Olympic Valley," I whispered, my voice cracking. "He doesn't believe you'll change."

The line was silent. "Edward?"

"Yes, Bella?"

"How many times have you been to Olympic Valley?"

His reply was quick and caught me off guard. "I'm coming to your house right now, open your window."

My mouth opened to respond, but the line was already dead. "No, no, no," I groaned and shoved my window open nonetheless.

I sat on the hardwood floor, anxiously tapping my stubby nails against the sill as I waited. In less than ten minutes, a movement from within the large canopy of leaves caught my attention. "Holy crap!" I shouted, clasping a hand over my mouth as Edward motioned for me to keep quiet.

He expertly snuck through the window, never making a sound.

"This is so stupid!" I whispered and struggled to close the window, only to have Edward push it down with one arm. "Why couldn't we just talk on the phone?"

"Because I wanted do this," he replied and roughly placed his hands on either side of my face, pressing his mouth hungrily against mine. I eagerly reciprocated and slid my arms around his neck. After a several minutes, Edward pulled away and pressed a lasting kiss to my forehead.

"Anything I may have done on Olympic Valley doesn't count," he whispered and led me toward my bed. "I told you I've changed."

"I know," I replied and crawled onto his lap. His arms immediately wrapped around my middle, gently rubbing the exposed skin of my hip. "The way Charlie said it just stung."

"How did he say it?" Edward asked softly.

"He said I was another prize to you," I choked, tears slowly rolling down my cheeks. "I don't want to believe that."

"Don't believe that, Bella," Edward replied fiercely. "You are in no way some prize I am trying to attain." I nodded against the soft cotton of his t-shirt in understanding. "I care about you deeply, Bella."

His words touched me, temporarily drying my tears. "But I still don't know what to do," I whined. "Charlie will not rethink our relationship."

"We'll just have to keep it a secret then," he responded hastily. "I'm good at keeping secrets."

I glanced at his emerald eyes, transfixed by his beauty. His copper hair was in disarray and slightly damp from the rain, a sign that he parked far enough away not to arouse suspicion. Without responding, I rubbed his clammy skin. "How far away did you park?"

"Two blocks," he mumbled, ducking his head. "I didn't want your father to see my car."

"Would you like something dry to wear?" I asked softly and stood from his lap to search my closet. "I probably have a large pair of sweatpants somewhere." I rummaged through a pile of unworn clothing, pushing random accessories out of the way until I spotted a pair of baggy sweats. "Here," I whispered and tossed them in his direction. "Put these on. I won't look."

I listened to his soggy jeans hit the floor, the image of him in his boxers tempting me to simply turn around. He took his time sliding the sweatpants on, humming a low tune to himself the entire time.

"Done?" I asked while slowly tilting my head.

"I'm done," he chuckled. He sat back on my bed, the mattress squeaking under his weight. "Ah, you're bed is loud."

Thankfully the room was dark since my face flushed a brilliant red. "Yeah," I mumbled and grabbed a pair of pajama pants from a nearby pile. "I'm actually going to go change now," I whispered while tip toeing to the door. Being that I slept the majority of the night, I had no idea if Charlie was in bed or still downstairs.

"Change in here. I won't look," Edward chuckled mockingly. I stopped, twisting to look at him and smiled.

"You know what, I don't care if you look," I stated confidently and swiftly unbuttoned my jeans. I pulled them down my thighs slowly, taking extra time to maneuver them around my knee. Edward's gaze stayed glued on my every movement. Watching his intense stare made my stomach turn.

"Before you put those on," Edward whispered, motioning to the flannel pants in my right hand. "Would you mind coming over here?"

I gulped audibly and nodded, leisurely making my way toward him. When I was within arm's reach, he grasped my hips and abruptly pulled me forward. "Your skin is so beautifully pale, like porcelain." His face rested right above my chest as he placed a feather light kiss to my skin. "And so smooth."

Deciding to be daring, I took his hand in mine, placing it on the top of my thigh. "Do whatever you want," I whispered.

He glanced at me knowingly, his mouth turning into my favorite crooked grin. "Are you sure? We don't have to do anything."

"I'm sure," I answered without a second thought. "I want to."

He nodded and gently ran his thumbs over my flesh, goosebumps erupting in his wake. Ever so slowly, his hands rose higher and higher until they reached my simple, black cotton panties. "I like these," he remarked casually, playing with the hem. Instead of standing awkwardly before him, I resumed my position on his lap.

"I won't remove them, but do you mind?" he asked before slipping a finger underneath the top band. I shuddered in delight.

"No, I don't mind."

His finger dipped below the material, teasing the curly, black hair underneath. My breathing rose in tempo as his hand moved lower. He reached the lower area of my panties, hesitantly rubbing me through the damp clothing. I embarrassed myself by moaning.

"Edward," I gasped, my face turning even redder than before. He halted his movements and looked directly into my eyes.

"Do you want me to stop?"

I shook my head vigorously. "No, please keep going."

His finger dipped inside and felt my slick lips, massaging me. I groaned and rolled my head to the crook of his shoulder. His hand picked up the pace, moving the material completely to the side for more access. The tip of his finger gently prodded at my opening, suddenly thrusting into the tight wetness.

"Bella," he groaned and shifted me to the other side of his lap. "You're incredibly wet. What brought this on?"

"You," I panted and placed my hand over his, guiding his movements. He didn't need any guiding, but I simply wanted him to move faster. As his finger plunged in and out of my core, my body squirming frantically above him, his thumb began a gently rhythm over the swollen nub between my folds. I was using all of my effort not to scream at the intense pleasure, Edward's hand still rubbing me vigorously between the legs.

Finally, I bit my lip to stifle the shrill moan threatening to burst from my lips. With several quick and deliberate strokes, Edward brought me to a release, liquid soaking my already damp underwear. He took his time in removing his hand, raising it to survey the glistening liquid.

My gasps were deafening to my own ears as I attempted to calm down, shifting to close my legs. "That was amazing," I whispered and lightly kissed his cheek. "Thank you."

Being that I was sitting directly on his lap, I could feel a rather hard protrusion sticking up from his sweat pants.

"No problem," he grunted while clearing his throat and running his fingers over my knee.

I glanced at his erection inconspicuously. He seemed big, but there was really only one way to tell.

"Edward, would you like me to take care of anything for you?" I asked sweetly, removing myself from his lap and traipsing to the door, locking it.

He watched me with wide eyes, crossing one leg over the other. "No, Bella. You really don't have to."

"Like I said earlier," I whispered. "I want to."

AN: So what do you all think Edward's intentions truly are? Who knew Bella would want to get a little frisky with her dad so close. I'll admit that idea took over mid chapter, sometimes that just happens! Let me know!