Disclaimer: All the lovely characters belong to Stephanie Myers. I am only borrowing them for my entertainment, and of course, yours.

*REMEMBER: This is rated M for a reason. Adult themes will be included. If you are not mature enough to handle that please stop here. If you're ready for some "adult situations" please read on.

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"What are you doing tonight?" Alice questioned walking through the door. I was getting ready for my date – was it a date? I wasn't sure how the, seeing him as a friend was going to go over with Alice. I also knew if I told her I was going to meet up with Edward; she would be the first to make assumptions. It probably wasn't in my best interest to lie to her, but what other choice did I have?

"I'm meeting up with a friend for dinner." I wasn't exactly lying. Edward qualified as a friend, and at the moment that's all he was. I'd made it clear that sex was not an expectation tonight. Tonight was all about getting to know each other, not getting to know each other's bodies. Not that I wouldn't like to get to know every inch of his body.

"You look awfully nice," she noted. I only shrugged my shoulders finishing the last of my make-up. "Are you going out afterword's or something?" I wasn't even sure what Alice was doing here in the first place. Then again she had a habit of randomly showing up. That could make this much more complicated. Did I really want this? What if it jeopardized my relationship with Alice, or Rosalie? I might not know them that well, but I would like to believe we're all friends.

"We're thinking about having a night on the town." That part was a complete lie. Edward had told me that he planned on cooking dinner for me. Apparently he was a phenomenal cook, his words not mine. Tonight was also about going over the rules of our relationship. He told me if I didn't want to continue after tonight to tell him and he would drop everything. I'm not sure if I should be scared or just nervous. He didn't strike me as the type of man I should be afraid of.

"I was going to invite you to a girls night tonight. What about tomorrow?"

"I've got the interview tomorrow morning at the hospital. After I get done it sounds good. I have to go, I'm already late," I said giving Alice a quick kiss on the cheek before walking out of the door. Lucky for me she didn't follow me. Maybe Rosalie and her were going the be having their own girls night? I walked a few blocks down before I saw the silver Volvo parked at a coffee shop. I looked in the car making sure he was there, sure enough he was.

"You're late," he said as soon as I got in the car. The car smelled of him, intoxicating. "I'm very punctual." It occurred to me that I had no clue where he lived. Did he still live in Forks, or had he moved to Seattle? If he had moved to Seattle how was I getting home? The job interview was tomorrow morning. All questions I should have asked last night.

"I'm usually always a few minutes late," I told him honestly. There was no point in hiding anything from him, he was going to figure it all out eventually. Even in the dark I could see him shake his head. "What?" I asked knowing something was up.

"You just have to learn to be more punctual, that's all," he said letting the annoyance trail out of his voice. I rolled my eyes; he was waiting a whole five minutes. Big deal.

"How are you very punctual if you're a doctor?" I asked. I didn't think doctors would always be able to keep their dates. I saw a playful smile tug at the corners of his mouth. I have a question about tonight," I admitted. He glanced over at me raising an eyebrow. "You said that we were going over the rules. I wasn't aware there was more than one rule. Keep your family out of it." Edward shrugged his shoulders.

"That's one of the more important rules. There are a few other ones." He was being vague. I didn't like it.

"Like?" I prodded.

"Let's eat first, Isabella." I bit my lip. I wanted to know the rules now and get them over with. Then again, what if something he said made me actually run for the hills? What if he was married? Alice said he was single. What if he wanted an open arrangement? I wouldn't be okay with him fucking other people as well. I wasn't open to that.

"Okay," I said. I didn't want him to scare me off, but I knew it was a very real possibility. I knew nothing about him. "Is this your house?" It wasn't like the mansion, this was an actual house. It looked like it may have been two bedrooms. It was out in the middle of nowhere – creepy or poetic? – but it was beautiful.

"I know it's not a mansion. As I recall you didn't like the mansion much," he said coming to a stop in the driveway. "I do have a few things that are very rich of me." He had picked up on the fact that some things about his money status made me uncomfortable. I didn't want him to think he could just buy me off if I didn't want to do something. I picked up on one quality about Edward that wasn't mesmerizing, he was a control freak.

"Like?" I asked getting out of the car.

"I've got a high-tech security system." He pointed above up to the tiny cameras. They resembled cameras you would see inside a store. "I've got a maid, she comes over once in the mornings. I've also got a lot of toys." What kind of toys? Oh please tell me we're not talking 50 shades of Grey toys. No, no, and no.

"Toys?" that was one thing he was going to specify now. Don't get me wrong, 50 Shades was sexy in every aspect of the word. Letting someone tie you up is one of the most trusting things ever. You're giving them the power to do anything. A few sex toys is fine – I'm not a virgin or a prude – just maybe not as many.

"Cars, motorcycles, that kind of thing," he explained shrugging his shoulders. Thank God.

"Would you like a tour?" He questioned. I walked into the hose seeing that dinner was already set out on the table.

"I thought you were cooking?" Unless he could be in two places at once there was no way he'd set the table, the food was still steaming.

"I did. Mary was kind enough to set it out before she left. Shall we eat, or take a tour?" I made my way to the table suggesting that we should eat. Honestly, I couldn't get the rules out of my head. He took a seat pouring two glasses of wine. "You want to know about the rules." It wasn't a question. He pushed the glass of white wine to me.

"You're being very vague. It's making my mind wander," I explained myself.

"Where is it wondering?" I licked my lips taking a bite of the food. He's a good cook. I was stalling on asking him anything because I wasn't sure if I would like the answers. I knew they needed to be asked though.

"Are you married?" I know Alice said he was single, but the thought had crossed my mind. After all, he wanted to keep what we did behind closed doors a secret, and the only reason I could think of to keep it a secret is because you don't want a certain someone finding out.

"Definitely not married. No wedding band, no photos, no kids, no girlfriend. If I had any of that, this would not be happening. I am a faithful man." I took a breath of relief. "If you want, we can go over the rules." I shook my head eagerly. Maybe something about him would come up in conversation. I longed to know more about him.

"I have five very important rules," he started off sipping on his wine. "If you break them the arrangement is over." He paused looked up at me to make sure I was listening. He has my undivided attention. "Rule One: You do not speak about our activites behind closed doors. Rule Two: You do not date anyone while we are seeing each other. Rule Three: You will not refer to me as your boyfriend/significant other. Rule Four: You will not question my motives. Rule Five: Do not expect me to change." I pursed my lips. "Questions on the first five?" I shook my head indicating that I had questions. Oh boy did I have questions.

"Does rule two apply to you as well?" If I wasn't allowed to date other people neither was he. I suppose the correct term would be seeing each other – not dating.

"You don't have to worry about other girls. Something tells me you're going to be a handful as it is." I crooked smile graced his lips. "Because you know, you already make me want to rip my hair out." I shook my head taking a sip of my own wine. Whatever this was it was much better than the wine his parents had.

"You don't know anything about me." I defended myself. How could I make him want to rip out his hair when he didn't know anything about me?

"Precisely. You've got me doing this. I doubt you're going to make things easy." I raised an eyebrow in his direction. "I don't do this often, believe it or not."

"Why me then?" It seemed like a reasonable question.

"As I said before, you've sparked my interest. Any other questions?"

"I won't be able to stop myself from questioning your motives. Rule four needs to be removed." He only shook his head. There was no way I was going to be able to stop myself from questioning this. I already was questioning them! Was this just physical? Was it more than that? He said he usually didn't do this, but what is this? "Edward, I'm a very curious person. I'm going to wonder about your motives with me, and I'm going to ask you about them. Rules are subject to change. This one needs to be gone." I was sticking to my ground.

"I like being in control. This rule allows me to be in control. It stays." He narrowed his eyes at me.

"In control of what, my mind?" He shrugged his shoulders again. "You're already in control. They're your rules. We're in your house. You drove me here. Key word here is you. You are in complete control weather I like it or not. This rule is something that needs to go. I cannot help it if I ask what you plan on doing." I could tell he didn't like the fact that I was already asking him to get rid of one of his precious rules.

"Fine," he said through gritted teeth. "Rule four gone. Anything else?" He pushed his food away.

"I don't think there's a chance of the entire rule book being thrown out the window?" It was meant to be a joke, but he lifted his emerald eyes from the dinner table to narrow them in my direction. "How many rules are there?"

"Ten… now nine," he informed me, the annoyance still clear in his voice. "The last five are things that are not as serious. You can get away with breaking them once or twice," he explained shrugging his shoulders. At least he seemed to be loosening up a little bit. "Rule Six: Do not invite yourself to family events. I understand Alice has basically attached herself to your hip. I expect to see you at some family events, however, you will not be the one asking to attend them. Rule Seven: When at family events you will not act differently around me. Rule Eight: Do not show up at the hospital when I am working, unless you are in need of medical attention. If I don't show up for an outing, do not show up at the hospital. I will call you. Rule nine: Don't ask Alice, Rosalie, Esme, or Carlisle about me. If you have a question about me ask me. Rule Ten: You will not ask about my scars.

"What scars?" I didn't notice any visible scars on Edward. I took a look at him noticing there wasn't much skin showing. He wore a long button down shirt, an undershirt, and a pair of jeans.

"You're already violating rule ten. I have rules for a reason." He pinched the bridge of his nose. There was nothing cooperative about his tone.

"I didn't ask about them. I just don't see any," I clarified in a small voice. "You really don't do this a lot." I noted watching him lift his eyes to me.

"When I said I'm not a good man last night, I was not kidding. I don't apologize for anything, ever. I don't love anything or anyone. I am an extremely selfish man. If I want something I take it. If I don't want something I'll toss it aside." I shook my head. When my eyes locked with his I noticed every ounce of anger was gone. "The scars are always hidden. You will see them sooner or later."

"Show me now." I was getting courageous. I was on my third glass of wine.

"Come here," he finally caved. Edward didn't strike me as the kind of person to give in so easily, I expected more of a fight. Either way I wasn't about to say anything; I simply got up from my chair and walked over to him. "I want you to listen very carefully," he whispered grabbing my wrists pulling me on his lap so that I was straddling him. "You will not ask what happened to me." Something about his tone scared me, but not enough to move. In that moment I couldn't tell if it was fear I was feeling or something completely different. The moment he touched me, a spark went through my entire body. I think that scared me more than whatever scars he was going to show me.

"Okay," I said in a barely audible voice. He started unbuttoning his shirt; he did this slowly before he shrugged out of his shirt. I looked down at his chest seeing he was covered in scars. Not just any scars, they were burn scars. He'd been in a fire? This was a question I didn't dare ask. Instead I ran my fingers along his chest.

"Don't," he clasped his hands around my wrists. I tilted my head wiggling my hands free.

"You never said I couldn't touch them," I said simply. He gritted his teeth in anger. "Don't." I ran my fingers along his mouth. His jaw was clenched – something I was beginning to notice he did a lot when he was aggravated – and his eyes were shut. "I won't touch them now okay?" His expression softened. "I don't think you're a bad man," I whispered watching him open his eyes slightly, only to roll them at me. "Something bad happened to you. Something so bad you won't let anyone in. Something so bad it's made you believe you're a bad person." Another eye roll. "This," I motioned to his scars. "Whatever happened is not your fault."

"You sound just like Esme." I heard a faint sound of disgust in his voice.

"Esme is a very smart woman then." A humorless laugh escaped his lips. "You disagree?" I'd thought Edward – along with Alice, and Rosalie – would have thought the world of Esme and Carlisle. I'd only known them a short amount of time and I knew I already thought the world of them.

"Yes, and no." He started running his fingers along the side of my shirt. "You see, Esme is what I call a shrink. I love her as a mother figure, not as a shrink. Shrink Esme, is very different than compassionate mother Esme." He ran his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt. He didn't go further up than the middle of my back, but the sensation of his fingertips tracing my bare skin was enough to send sparks through my body.

"Mother figure?" Edward only shook his head putting a finger to my lips.

"Enough for one night." He closed his eyes as if he was exhausted.

"Tired?" I questioned dropping the subject. I could tell it was going to take time with Edward. I would like to believe I already knew more than he would have wanted me to.

"Not in the slightest." He looked like he was concentrating very hard on something.

"What's wrong then?" Was I to heavy? Looking at him I didn't think 110 pounds was heavy.

"I'm trying to be good tonight. You told me sex wasn't happening tonight, so I'm trying to respect that. Pulling you onto my lap might have been a mistake." I tilted my head to the side. "Isabella, you cannot be this naive." A blush came to my cheeks.

"I am not naïve." He gave a chuckle.

"Then you should understand." I bit my lip. "So, since you don't you're either naïve, playing dumb, or completely unaware of the fact that you are wiggling your Goddamn hips." I hadn't realized I was moving at all.

"Oh."

"Yes, oh." He moved me closer to him so I could clearly feel his erection. "I'm trying to be good. Sex isn't happening tonight, because you don't want it to. You never really said other… activates weren't happening though." He tucked a stray hair out of my face.

"Other activates like?"

"I'm thinking Junior High make out. Maybe a little something more," he lightly kissed my neck making a small moan escape my lips. "No sex. Junior High stuff."

"I think what you did in junior high and what I did are two totally different things," I whispered as his teeth grazed over my neck. Don't get me wrong; his lips were making my entire body tingle – any they hadn't even gotten to the good parts. That husky voice was making me want him much more than I already did, but I had made myself a promise. No sex tonight, and I was going to stick to it.

"You're killing me. Actual physical pain is occurring."

"Sex isn't going to happen tonight," I said in a simply voice. "Close you're eyes Edward." I moved my fingers over his eyelids. I got off his grabbing the tie from the floor. "No peaking," I whispered in his ear putting the blindfold around his eys. "Can you see me?" I questioned him.

"No," he answered in a confused voice. I wasn't about to just take his word for it. I did a little dance, that would have made anyone laugh if they could have seen it.

"Okay, I believe you." I said dropping myself in between his legs. "You will not touch me. When I said no sex tonight, I meant it. I will not fuck on the first outing," I still wasn't sure if this qualified as a date. He'd refrained from using the word. I slowly unbuttoned his pants pulling them off along with his boxers letting his member out. He was bigger than I had expected. He was much bigger than any guy I'd ever been with, that is a problem for another day. I ran my fingers along his member so that I was barely grazing him. He twitched in response.

"Why can't I touch you?" He groaned letting his head fall back.

"Edward, you've got to learn to lose control every once in a while. You're an absolute control freak." I explained licking my lips. Unlike most girls I loved giving, I loved seeing the reaction I could have over a man. Most importantly, I lived seeing the reaction I could get from this man. "Right now, I'm in complete control. However, this will be uncomfortable for me if you do not stand up," I informed him. He followed my request getting to his feet.

"Let me touch you," he demanded making a smile trace at my lips.

"No," I said simply. "You can remove the blindfold if you promise to be a good boy though," I said running my fingers over the tip. I could have sworn I heard him say shit, before taking off the blindfold. "No touching Edward," I said in a stern voice. His eyes were locked on mine, as I licked along his shaft.

"Holy," he groaned. I gave a wicked sucking the tip. He was at my mercy. I had all the control. I slowly started taking him in making sure my hands were moving along the part that my mouth couldn't reach. "Fuck," he groaned balling his hands into fist. I'm not going to touch you in a sexual way," He groaned grabbing my hair into a pony tale. "I am however, taking control." I moved back looking up at him. I knew what was coming next and I had no problem with it.

"Safeword?" I questioned.

"Mercy," he said simply raising his eyebrow silently questioning me. I only stuck his member back in my mouth. That was the only sense of encouragement he needed before he started pumping in and out of my mouth. Edward really was a control freak. He went slow at first, being gentle with me. "I'm going to make you take all of me in, Isabella," he informed me. A safeword probably wouldn't work in this situation. He went slowly closing his eyes with every inch he got in. "Oh god," he groaned. I tried taking all of him in, on my own, until he started hitting the back of my throat. I tapped his chest silently telling him to back up, luckily he caught onto the message. This time he wasn't gentle. He learned how much of him I could take in and he started pumping in and out of my mouth quickly, until finally he twitched thrusting in an arrhythmic motion finally letting go.

Usually I despised when men would cum in my mouth. No matter what anyone tells you, nine times out of ten it is disgusting. Edward's was no exception. It was not like the nectar of the gods, like some people will tell you. It was not as sweet as my favorite candy bar. It was bitter, but not disgusting enough to spit out. I swallowed what he had gotten into my mouth.

"Towel?" I questioned motioning to my mouth. He gave a playful smirk walking into the kitchen, in all of his naked glory I might add. He handed my a wet dishcloth pulling his pants back over his hips.

"You're quite good at that," he noted. I gave a smirk. "I messed up your hair," he laughed as I got to my feet. He attempted putting it back where it was before he gathered it into a pony tale.

"Casualties," I shrugged my shoulders. "Do you want to take me home? Alice is over and if I'm out to late I'll get a million and one questions." Besides, if I stay here any longer I'm definitely going to give in and have sex with you. "When will I see you next?" I questioned as soon as we got into the car.

"I have work tomorrow. Tuesday night?" He questioned raising an eyebrow.

"That works," I tried not to let the disappointment overcome my voice. That was a full three days away. I grabbed his phone out of his pocket putting my number in it as he parked the car outside of the apartment complex. No one was home – Alice and Rosalie must have decided to go to Seattle for the night - so no one would notice a silver Volvo dropping me off.

"Wait one second," he said before I got out of the car. "I've wanted to do this all night," he said roughly pressing his lips to mine. His kiss made me melt. I was like putty in his very capable hands. I would have stayed like that all night if he didn't pull away. "See you Tuesday, Isabella." I stepped out of the car in a slight daze as I made my way up to the apartment.

A/N: SO typo galore. I made a lot in this chapter and I'm 98% sure I missed some of them. Sorry.

Yes, Edward is going to be a control freak. I'm keeping Edward being "good at reading people" in the story. Just like people "not betting against Alice" Overall I am very happy with the outcome of the chapter. Bella didn't TOTALY cave.

In the next chapter you guys are going to get a taste of the La Push boys. And - drum roll please - YOU'RE FINALLY MEETING CHARLIE. Get ready for some serious family drama in the Swan household.