A/N – Dear Stephenie Meyer, if you ever decide to give up Twilight or the characters please let me know – I've fallen in love with them – except maybe Newton, you can keep him. No, I don't own anything TWILIGHT

Also, I wanted to let everyone know that I pulled up my fanficition account at home to show my boyfriend my story and didn't realize that after he read the first chapter, he decided to review – under my account! Lol, I was laughing my ass off when I pulled up my account later to read a new review from myself. Anyways – in case anyone was curious why there was a review from Twiloved.

After much thought and deliberation - I've decided to do an EPOV (Edward's Point of View). I wasn't originally planning to (as Twilight is only in Bella's POV), but I've received a few reviews and PM's asking for more clarification as to Edwards decisions. I won't be giving everything away (obviously) with his POV, but it will bring a different dimension to the story.

Please review and let me know your thoughts.

EPOV

Why the hell isn't she returning my calls? All day, I've attempted to contact the irate brunette that stumbled out of my office this morning. I looked at my blackberry and saw that I've tried to call Isabella seven times, with no success.

If only she knew my real intentions. I wasn't going to surprise her with my plans, while she was tearing a strip off me. I wanted it to be a happy occasion that we could celebrate, together preferably. I knew it was wrong to laugh at her when she implied that the only reason I promoted Victoria was for my 'male urges', but come on, that's just down right ludicrous! Victoria is beautiful; if you like that obviously beautiful sort of thing, but the 'barbie' type is not my preference.

I needed to talk to her. I needed an opportunity to explain and tell her why. I was literally speechless when she stormed out of my office, only able to plead her name – not truly expecting her to leave. It took everything in me, to not help her when her clumsy heel caught the carpet. She needed to say what she was feeling, and helping her would only make her feel weak and dependant – the two things I was desperately trying to help Bella overcome. Bella needed to see herself for who she really was – stunningly beautiful, mind-blowingly intelligent, and genuinely kind hearted.

But to leave, without understanding why I did what I did? Did she not think more of me? I knew the answer to that - of course she didn't.

After our amazing weekend at the conference two months ago, I was hoping that something more would come from it. Although we both agreed at the time to keep our relationship professional, there was nothing I wanted more than to have Bella for myself. She obviously didn't feel the same. She hasn't been the same since. I tried numerous times to bring up that night again to Bella, to see what her feelings were, but she has been avoiding me like the plague. It was abundantly clear that her feelings were not shared.

What did I expect? How could someone as good as Bella find it in her heart to love someone like me? A cold, hard man who was married to his company. She deserved someone who was warm and gentle. Someone who could give her everything her little heart desired and deserved.

I had never felt so complete in my entire life. Holding Bella's soft, curvy body in my arms after ravishing each other for hours, is something I've etched in my memory. Remembering how she was so uninhibited with me, torturing me with her lethal tongue, surprising me with her small bites down my chest. I've never encountered such pleasure in my entire life, and I've dreamt of it since that weekend. My cock twitched at the memory and my slacks were suddenly feeling a little snug.

I need to get out of here.

I walked past Lauren –seeing my former secretary cleaning out her desk – her punishment for sending out the memo before I had to chance to talk to Isabella. If it was an honest mistake, I would have undoubtedly overlooked it, but Lauren's blatant distaste for Isabella proved it was no oversight.

I walked down the hall towards Isabella's old office and the empty desk situated in front of her door. Alice Brandon – the petite, perky girl, that was always busy shuffling around the office, also gone. I lost three employees today – Is that a new record? I thought. Although, I'd only really miss one of them.

"So, what's the plan now, Mr. Bigshot?" I whispered to myself while walking out in the blistering cold. I'll give her until tomorrow, I thought. If I don't hear from her by then, I'll have to go by her apartment. Yes, I'll give her 'till tomorrow.

***

BPOV

"Rise and shine, sleepy head!" Alice chirped as she pulled the covers from my head. "You can't sleep the day away! We got a business to get booming!"

Arghhh! What's that pounding and why is it happening in my head? God, I feel like death – next time I decide to drink, please shoot me. Memories of last night came flooding back - Alice, wine, evil tequila, and the more blurry conversations were harder to make out – new business ventures? Interrogation about Edward? I smiled to myself remembering that I didn't give her any details about Edward or our secret night. So much for her plan to get me drunk to the point of complete openness – it's nice knowing I can still contain my secrets in that vulnerable state.

Okay, but seriously why is Alice already here? The sun shining through my window proves that it's still morning. I opened one eye and glanced at my alarm clock – 9:36am.

"Go away." I complained to Alice, throwing the comforter back over my head.

"Oh no, you don't" She shrieked at me, pulling the entire blanket off the bed, leaving me cold and royally pissed.

"Alice, you know I love you like a sister, but I'm seriously considering killing you right now."

"Oh, Bella! You shouldn't be in such a grumpy mood – today is the day that we get our revenge on Edward and make millions! And, we have to get started. Now!"

The conversations from last night started to become clearer –

We can offer services similar to Cullen Enterprises, but let's open a club to hold the events as well!'

'We'll have a find a space…'

' We'll have to get a business licence…'

'We'll do theme nights!'

'We'll have to get some hot guys too…I know a guy named Jasper!'

"How can someone so little be so enormously demanding?" I complained, bringing my feet over the bed. "And after I have some coffee and a few aspirin, we are going to rein you in on this ludicrous idea of starting our own business."

I settled myself on the stool at my breakfast bar with a hot cup of coffee warming my hands. My head still pounding, but not nearly as horrific.

"Okay, so I went and picked up the forms to register our business with the corporate division of the Secretary of State's office. Once those are filled out, we can apply for a business license with Washington State Department of Licensing."

"Yeah, you lost me at forms…" I replied, looking at her with a blank expression.

"Bella, focus!" she said, talking to me like a first grader. "Fill these forms out. Here's a pen."

"Alice, I am not starting a business." I replied, taking the pen from her hand. "I don't have the foggiest idea how to run a company."

"Well, firstly you are not starting a business, we are."

She was completely insane, I was convinced. "Alice, how do you suppose we pay for this business?"

"Easy. I got some money invested – I'll pull it out. You know, I've always have a knack for predicting the stock market and I'm sure you have some money. And if we need to, we'll go to my mother. She's always encouraging me to do something with my life. Well I'm doing something and so are you!"

"You are unbelievable Alice!" I said with a small smile. Alice's excitement was becoming infectious.

"I know." She said simply, as she watched me starting to fill out the forms.

**

We started down to the Secretary of State's office with the completed forms in hand. I allowed Alice to dress me in a simple black business suit, after I showered the rest of the alcohol smell off of my body. Definitely, not drinking for a while.

Luckily for us, Alice's mother Esme had connections with Washington State and rushed our application through. Only one more hurdle before we are officially a business – obtaining our license, and that would be completed tomorrow.

"I can't believe we are actually doing this." I said to Alice as we made our way to my BMW.

"It's going to be so great, Bella! We're going to have to call a real estate agent and start looking at places. Which area you want to be in? I personally think we should stay in Belltown. It's got the best flavor for nightlife. Whatcha think?"

"I like Belltown." I said. "But, Alice – I'm a little worried about clients. Cullen has pretty much cornered the market for personal and corporate accounts. I know we going to do the whole nightclub thing, but if we're going to go against Edward directly, how are we going to compete?"

"Oh, hun." Alice sighed. "We have our first appointment this weekend for a private party."

"What?" I shrieked, hoping she was kidding. We were by no means ready for a private party.

"Yeah, I booked it this morning before I broke into your apartment."

"With who?" I stammered.

"Your favorite person," Alice said with a smirk, "Mr. Johnson."

Please review and let me know your thoughts. I also like getting some ideas of what you'd like to see. So, do you like EPOV? Should I incorporate it often?

Thanks, Twiloved