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Chapter Seven

Thirty minutes and four shots later, Emmett finally showed up.

"My fucking bro! Hey, pal! Buddy. How are you? How's Rose? How's your perfect life going with your perfect tits and perfect money?"

"My perfect tits?" Emmett asked confused as I burst into laughter.

"I meant Rose."

"That makes a little more fucking sense. Whose got your panties in a wad?"

"Bella. Why'd you fucking tell her about the money?"

Emmett didn't even hesitate. "Oh. She overheard you talking to me on the phone the other day or something. She asked me about it and I told her the truth."

I blinked. "Why in the hell would you do that?"

"I really like her."

"Okay? I really like money. I really need money."

"Then find someone else," Emmett said, stealing my beer.

I blinked again. "I don't have time for that shit! Carlisle and Esme already met her. It's easier this way."

Emmett laughed and then pointed at me. "Rose was right. You really fucking like her."

"What? She's nice to look at and she's funny but I do not like her. Fuck, Rose."

"I already did, that's why it took me so long to get here. And you do like Bella. Can't lie to me, bro."

I muttered for him to shut the fuck up and sunk down in the booth. "What am I gonna do now?"

"Don't look at me."

"Yeah," I scoffed and pulled my hair. "Like your advice has ever helped me."

"Baby bro, chill. We'll figure this out."

"How?"

"You drink, I'll think. Plan B, comin' up."

"What's plan B?" I asked cautiously.

"B for Bella, duh." Emmett smiled proudly.

I not so stealthily stumbled the five blocks to Bella's apartment. She had only let me in her apartment once and that was because I had puke on my shoes from our first date.

Knocking on her door, I waited. Few minutes later, I was still waiting. After knocking a few more times, I announced, rather loudly, to her closed door that I really had to urinate and hoped she didn't mind a little indecent exposure. My hands fumbled with the belt on my jeans before her door flew open.

"What the fuck are you doing? My neighbors are going to call the cops!"

"Then you better let me use your bathroom."

"God, hurry!" she screamed and slammed the door. "Bathroom's on the left. Put the fucking seat down when you're done."

Deciding against washing my hands with her girly, lavender scented soap, I skipped out to the living room and laid on her couch, her eyes narrowing towards me as if I had a bulls eye on my forehead.

"Get your ass off of my couch, Cullen."

"We need to talk, Swan," I said seriously.

"We have nothing to talk about. Leave."

"Bella, Bella. You don't want me to leave. I know you, and you're a little intrigued as to what I have planned."

"It's been three weeks," she laughed. "You don't know me. At all."

"Trust me, I do."

Bella ignored my stare and said, "What do you want?"

"I need you to help me."

Bella laughed but sat down next to me, the heat from her body was warming. "At least we both agree on something."

I glared. "No. I need help getting my inheritance."

"Really? You're still trying to get me to help you with that?"

"Why not? You have a nice ass and your tits are fun to look at."

"Okay, you're not doing a good job convincing me. Why can't you just do this yourself? Isn't it your inheritance?"

"Yeah, problem is my parents put Carlisle in charge of all of this before they passed. Their conditions are that Emmett and I graduate college, are at least attempting to find a job and are either married or have a serious relationship."

"Wow."

"Emmett's set, but I seem to have a little problem with the conditions."

"Like finding a job?" she sneered.

"And keeping a long-term relationship."

Bella snorted and said, "You don't say? Why is that exactly?"

I shrugged my shoulders and said, "Who knows?"

"Uh-huh. Maybe your lying and scheming tendencies have something to do with it."

My eyes were glued to her ass while she walked over to the fridge and pulled a beer out. I took note that she didn't offer me a drink.

"Come on, really? I said I was sorry."

"Actually, no you did not."

"Alright, so I'm not sorry," I admitted while she shook her head in disbelief. "Look, just help me."

Emmett's Plan B speech kept playing in my head. "If you're going to be a dick about this, then just pay the damn girl to be your girlfriend. Problem solved."

"I can pay... you. I can give you some of the money," I slowly offered.

Her eyebrows knit together and she bit her lip, thinking hard. Why did I ever think this would be a good idea?

"So I'd be like a hooker?"

I laughed at this thought. "We haven't hooked up, so no, not a hooker. I wouldn't be paying you to fuck me, unless that's what you wanted to do. I'd just pay you to pretend to be my girlfriend for a while."

"Why can't you just find someone else?"

"Carlisle and Esme already met you and they liked you. It would just be easier if we played this out a little longer. Oh," I pointed at her, "nice tits and ass, remember?"

Bella smiled but it didn't reach her eyes, and I felt, for the first time in my life, guilty.

Shit. Guilt and inebriation do not mix well.

"I don't know," she replied again, teeth piercing her lower lip, which was causing my dick to twitch.

"Come on. Just a few months."

"How much?"

"What?"

"How much money are we talking about?"

"Oh." For some odd reason, it never occurred to me that she would ask that question. "It's definitely a handful."

"Spill it, Cullen."

"One million," I said in one easy breath.

Bella spewed her beer everywhere and I tried to keep from smiling.

"Sorry. Um, okay. How much would I get?"

"Emmett and I would split the mill," I gestured with my hands and she rolled her eyes, which I assumed was at my use of the term mill.

"I want a fourth."

Now it was my turn to fucking choke. "'Scuse me?"

"You heard me. I want a fourth of your share."

I jumped up and paced her tiny living room. "Do you know how much fucking money that is?"

"Yes, Cullen. It was pretty easy to do the math on that one."

"What are you going to do with all of that dough?"

Bella hesitated. "I...shop a lot."

Quirking an eyebrow, I glanced around her bare apartment, but decided not to ask. It was none of my business what she did with the money.

"Okay." I smiled and stole a beer from her fridge. "Come on, we need to toast." Bella reluctantly walked to the kitchen and held her beer to mine as I spoke. "Congratulations. You're officially my girlfriend and you'll get a fucking fourth of my share."

"Really," she said deadpanned. "Are you serious? I was half joking about that."

I shrugged and clinked our beers together. "What can I say? I'm easy."

"Yeah? Well I'm not. So keep your hands to yourself, Cullen."

Pulling her in, my head fell into her neck and I let my lips linger as I spoke. "Really? I'd be willing to renegotiate your share."

Bella's chest started to rise and fall and a lazy smile spread across my face, knowing exactly what I was doing to her.

She pushed my chest away and stalked towards the front door. "We're done here. You can leave now."

Leaning against her fridge, I sighed and said, "Are you coming to Esme's game night this weekend? She'll be devastated if you don't show up."

"Maybe. I don't know. I'm busy."

"Busy? Doing what? I'm your boyfriend now. You can only make plans with me."

Bella snorted and opened the front door. "Maybe I'll meet you over there. If you're lucky."

I slowly walked to her and leaned down, breathing her in. "Do you think I'll get lucky, Bella?"

She looked up at me with her big, chocolate brown eyes and smiled from the corner of her mouth, then slammed the door in my face.

A/N: I know I'm posting this chapter early, but honestly? I'm just impatient.

What do you think Bella really needs all that money for? Thanks for reading and I hope you're enjoying the story!

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