Bella's P.o.V.

I couldn't believe that this site even existed. It was as if someone had leaked information about us to random obsessed fan people all over the world! Was the F.B.I onto Edward's family? Emmett DID mention them just the other day, but I thought he meant it as a joke… I scrutinized my room suspiciously. They probably had my room bugged or something. I mean, they had actual documentation about the lives of me and my boyfriend!

For example, how I often felt when I woke up and saw him in the morning. The fan fiction made by 'WannaBetOnIt?' began very simply.

I read some of the story out loud to myself:

"I rolled over in my sleep and bumped into something. Something cold and hard, and something that smelt indescribably delicious. My eyes snapped open to reveal a bronze haired god lying next to me in bed. His topaz eyes smoldered even in the dim light, making my heart rate sky rocket.

"He gently brushed some of my hair out of my eyes, his icy skin leaving a scalding hot feeling where his fingers traced. I could feel my face blush furiously, which made him smile.

" 'Good morning, Bella," Edward said, his sweet breath fanning out onto my face. I just laid there, dazed for the moment. He pressed his lips gently to my forehead and sat up."

I stopped reading out loud and just stared at the monitor. This 'WannaBetOnIt?' person described the average morning with Edward perfectly! But how could this person possibly have---?!

I scrolled down the screen furiously.

'Bella wants Edward. Edward wants Bella. What happens when Bella decides to treat Edward to a night they'll always remember? And what happens when she gets pregnant? Will Edward rise up to be a father? Or will he ditch Bella for Jessica?'

I swear, I could feel my eyes bugging out. What the heck?! I clicked it, shaking in fear. How the heck was it possible for Edward to get me pregnant?! How could they even SUGGEST that Edward would leave me for someone else?! He loved me! And last, and most importantly… HOW IS IT THAT I DECIDED TO 'TREAT US TO A NIGHT WE WOULD NEVER FORGET'???? The person who wrote this ---'EdwardCullenIsShmexy' (I'd have more time to be angry about that later)--- obviously sniffed glue in their spare time.

And for some reason, I was sickly fascinated by this fan fiction. In this bizarre fan fiction world, I could love Edward the way I thought best! It was actually possible now!

I read down the list of chapters. At chapter three, I found something. Some thing very suggestive. A title called 'Sex'.

Boy, I wonder what it was about? I innocently clicked it. Hey, if I couldn't have a real relationship that involved sex with Edward, then I could indulge myself with stories at the very least.

"Edward growled suggestively and sent shivers down my spine. He got up and took me by the shoulders, steering me backward. "Bella, I need to tell you something," he whispered against my neck. I could hardly breathe.

" 'Ever since I met you, I've always wanted you. But not just for your blood." Edward winked at me and kissed my collar bone. "I've wanted to make love to you for ages, but there was always something in the way of it. Your mortality and my immortality. But I realized. If I was really gentle… maybe we could…." He pulled at my corset suggestively."

I stopped reading, thoroughly embarrassed. If that actually ever happened, I don't know what I'd do. Fainting was a definite possibility. I skimmed through the rest real quickly. I caught the words 'bed', 'groping' and 'thong' in one paragraph.

Since when did I wear hooker underwear? I was perfectly content with my Fruit of the Whom panties, and kind of considered a thong to be a lethal weapon if I ever had the misfortune to come into contact with it. I would probably strangle myself or something. I shuddered. And as for Edward; since when was he so forward? He wasn't at ALL like this. He was a really old fashioned type of guy; no fun in bed until lawfully wed. Since when did he decide to whisk me off to a hotel room ---like in this fan fiction--- and basically rape me?

As I wondered this, blushing in the darkness, the hairs at the back of my neck bristled. Suddenly, a strong, cold hand was on my shoulder.

"Hello, Bella," he breathed onto my neck, his voice as irresistible and velvety as always. "I thought that at this time of night you would have wanted to go to sleep."

I turned to him, my heart thudding against my rib cage. "You scared the heck out of me!" I scolded. "Don't do that again; I nearly had a stroke!"

Edward laughed, soft and musical. He lifted his ultra white finger to curl my hair back into place. I had forgotten I had put my hair into a bun before bed. "And just what were you doing while I kept you waiting? I'm sorry about that, I'm not usually that unpunctual. Charlie was just awake longer than I had anticipated. Can you forgive me?" He started using that smoldering topaz trick again. I could feel my cheeks burning and looked away so I wouldn't fall under their hypnotic spell.

"I don't know. I waited a pretty long time for you," I managed to say after a few moments of trying not to hyperventilate.

"Will this make up your mind?" he asked seductively, whether or not that was his intention. He gently lifted my head up with his hand. I shivered. Not only at the coldness but also because he felt good.

Even before his icy lips grazed mine, my blood started to boil. Edward was perfect. Everything about him was artfully sculpted and crafted, as if angels had decided to create a living ---or in his case, undead--- statue. I thanked them feverishly for creating such a creature. I was forever in their debt for this.

His lips pressed against my own for only a short moment. But it was long enough for me to grasp his arms and gasp wildly. He broke away, his lips in a vaguely disapproving taut line.

"Bella, we've been through this countless of times. We can't do anything like tha---" he stopped short when his glorious butterscotch eyes looked over my shoulder. And onto the computer screen which still had the fan fiction on it.

I could feel my face turning red as he read through it fast. Edward gave me a disbelieving look.

"What," he began. "The hell was that?"