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9 – Lips of an Angel

Bella

When I walked into the bedroom, Edward was already stripped down to his boxers. He stood, arms crossed over his chest as he stared out of the bedroom window, looking at the city lights. He was truly a beautiful sight. He was tall, muscular and lean. Why I hadn't took time to appreciate him like this before, I'd never know. But, you never know what you've got until it's gone.

I spent a few more minutes in a reticent state, just thinking of Edward; Only of Edward. Thinking meaning gawping at him like a fool in love. But that's what I was. It didn't occur to me that maybe he'd just came back for sex. That maybe he didn't care about me anymore! That thought almost brought tears to my eyes. It was like the dream. The dream was coming true.

The nightmare more like. Edward's words resounded in my ears. "Want and love isn't always the same thing. You have to remember that. You wanted me all those years ago. Even on your wedding day, you still wanted me. Do you remember, walking down the isle, all you could thing about was the sinful things that I had done to you the night before. It didn't mean you loved me. No, not at all. You just wanted me for pleasure. Not for my love. And I'm not going to do that to you. Because I know you love me, and it would be wrong. It'll hurt you. And I won't do that to you. I'm sorry Bella."

Before I knew it, I was shaking, snivelling into my hands as I flopped down to sit on the floor. I'd expected Edward to come over to me, to hug me and kiss me and comfort me. But he didn't. When I glanced over to him through watery, blurred eyes, I saw that he stood exactly where he'd been when I'd came in the room, but he's turned to face me. He was watching me intently, as if trying to figure out why I was crying. To be honest, I didn't know what had happened. I was a nervous wreck.

"I should go. You have to get married tomorrow. You need you're beauty sleep," he remarked with a small, meek smile. When he picked up his clothes and began dressing, I stood up and shook my head.

"No. You're not going anywhere. You promised me. You said that you'd stay forever," I whispered, almost so quiet he didn't hear.

But he did hear. He paused, his hand on the ripper of his jeans. I pried his hands away and moved them to my waist. He didn't say anything. He stood dead still. Like he was a puppet waiting to be moved. I was controlling him. I could see in Edward's eyes he didn't want to push me too far, that no matter what he wanted, he's put what I wanted first.

I stood on my tiptoes and gently kissed his smooth, unresponsive lips. He was literally doing nothing! Was this him trying to tell me he didn't want me?

I stood back, looking him in the eye. His eyes were deeper than I'd ever remembered, like there was so much more that I hadn't realised was there before. That part I'd never been able to decipher. That part of him that was made for me.

With that look he owned me.

"Give me your hand Bella," he breathed. I lifted my right hand, but he shook his head. When I lifted my left hand he took it and carefully took the engagement ring off of my finger. "For tonight I don't want you to me the future Mrs. Black. For tonight, you're what you promised to be as a child," he started and with his free hand, he chucked the ring toward the dresser, not caring where it went. Neither did I. "Tonight you're Mrs. Cullen."

That name sent flutters into my stomach and made me feel giddy. Mrs. Cullen. Mrs. Isabella Cullen. It sounds better than Isabella Black.

Me and Edward made love all night. To be honest, I was surprised we didn't get told off by the hotel manager! When we weren't kissing or having sex we talked. It didn't matter what it was about. It could have been about what we had for breakfast that morning to what Edward had been doing during his disappearance.

It was about three in the morning when we took a breather. We were sweaty and the sheets were tangled around us, but we didn't care. I lay flat on my back, taking heaving breaths. Edward was propped up on his elbow, his wild copper hair drooping and sticking to his forehead because of the sweat. His cheeks were flushed and his eyes were dark and intense with lust yet wide with excitement.

At that moment, I think I may have fell in love with him all over again.

"So what were you doing for all the time you were away?"

"I stayed in a hotel in Seattle. One of my old friends from school runs it. His name's Ben. Him and his wife, Angela let me have a room for free, so I daren't waste the opportunity. I wanted to get away and it seemed like a good escape.

"When I got there, I called the man about the job in London. But, I made the mistake of mentioning your wedding. Instead of picking up on how depressed I sounded when talking about it, he said that there wouldn't be any need for me to be there before the wedding and that I should stay in America till after then. So, with nothing to do in America, I decided to..." He trailed off and averted his gaze from mine, obviously feeling guilty about this.

... I decide to kill somebody...

... I decided to turn vegetarian...

... I decided to turn into a porn star....

... I decided that I want a threesome with you and Jacob... Okay, that last one hurt.

"You decided to what Edward?" I queried, trying to get him to look me in the eye.

"I decided that the first stage to getting you out of my system was for me to sleep with the first girl I saw," he replied, meeting my gaze. He looked so guilty and so sorry.

"Oh Edward..."

"I'm sorry Bells. I shouldn't have done it, I know that now. But, what made me feel even worse was that all I could see was you. I couldn't forget how you felt and how it felt to be with you. I didn't want to see you anymore. I wanted to forget you.

"So for the next two days I drank more alcohol than I ever had in my entire life. Angela took all my alcohol away and made sure Ben didn't leave my side. She was afraid that I may drink so much that I'd consider suicide or something ridiculous like that," he informed me with a nervous laugh.

"You didn't though, did you?"

"I don't think I did. With the amount of alcohol I consumed I could have gone to the north pole! I got a bloody tattoo! I was probably passed out on the table when they did it," he chuckled, brushing the sweaty hair off of my face.
The mention of a tattoo sparked my interest. "A tattoo? Where? I didn't see it!" I exclaimed, sitting upright in the bed, inspecting the front of his body. I could see one.

Edward rolled his eyes, struggling his way out of the covers. He showed me his right foot and I saw that he actually did have a tattoo on his ankle. It was thick, black Chinese script. I inspected it with the curiosity of a young child before blurting out "what does it mean?"

"Ben was there when I had it done and he said that I'd said I wanted it to say Bella. Apart from the fact I was drunk it sounded more like Ella."

"So you have Ella on your ankle?" I sniggered.

"Nope. Ben paid them to write something completely different."

"So it says...?"

"I'm an idiot," he answered.
"Oh my god! Are you serious?" I giggled, clasping a hand over my mouth so I didn't wake anyone else up.

"Of course I'm not!" He snickered. "It says Always all ways. Typical Ben picking the name of a song. But it's quite nice, quite fitting," he noted. Edward slid back under the covers, wrapping an arm around my bare waist. Edward ducked his head into the crook of my neck and place a few kisses, his lips almost as light as a feather as they brushed my skin. "Are you marrying Jacob still?" He whispered, his breath cooling my hot skin.

I sighed. "I have to."

"Since when was that true?" he argued.

"Since my father had cancer!" I snapped.

"Wouldn't your father rather see you happy?" Edward said fiercely, moving his face from my neck and so he could leer at me.

"I am happy," I retorted with a half lie. I was happy with Edward. So I was happy. I wasn't technically lying!

Edward face lost all emotion and he slumped back against the pillows on the bed. I automatically felt guilty. That night had been amazing. It had been the night of my dreams, literally. I didn't want it to be ruined.
"Edward, please don't let this ruin our night. Remember, I'm Mrs. Cullen for tonight. This is our last chance to be together this way Edward. Please don't ruin this for me. I love you, so much. But I have to marry Jacob," I insisted, leaning over to kiss him.

"Say it again Mrs. Cullen," he murmered.

"Say what?"

"Say that you love me?"

"I love you." Edward latched his lips onto mine, kissing me with so much passion and fervour that I forgot everything we'd just said. I forgot about the arguing. I forgot everything apart from Edward.

"That's enough. That's enough for now, at least," he said breathlessly as he ran a hand through my hair. I rolled over onto him and we made love until the sun began to rise.
We slept for an hour before Alice called to summon me to hell. Edward groaned and seized me by the waist as I sat up, throwing my legs over the side.

"Please tell me you're not actually marrying him!" Edward cried exasperatedly. I looked over my shoulder and saw him laying with the sheet draped across his bare abdomen. "Bella, Charlie will forgive you. I love you more than you can ever imagine. You love me two. Please, put an end to this madness!"

I shuffled over to him a placed a small, delicate kiss against his lips. "I'm sorry for putting you through this."
Edward huffed and pushed me away. With one swift movement he threw his legs over the side of the bed and got out, dressing himself faster than I would have thought anybody could.

"You know what? Fuck you Bella. I don't care anymore! If you were just going to turf me away in the morning like a stray you took pity on, you should have told me! I not a toy! I have feeling too!" He stormed over the the dresser and bent over picking what I guessed must have been the ring and threw it at the bed. "Fucking take it. Keep my heart too, I don't want it back," Edward seethed, stomping out of the hotel room. I heard the door slam and flinched at the sound.

That was the sound of the absolute end of Edward and I.

Next chapter, the wedding!

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