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CHAPTER SIX

BPOV

A week after arriving in Chicago, Edward finally felt comfortable enough to leave me all alone. He said he had his reasons for keeping me close; reasons that he didn't think he needed to explain to me. He volunteered to be my chaperone if I ever wanted to explore the city, but it was not like we had time for sightseeing since we spent the duration of the week getting reacquainted in his bedroom. He rode my body until I was so exhausted that I would immediately collapse once I was sure he was satiated for the night. Damn, that man had good stamina; he was like the fucking energizer bunny that kept going and going and going. The constant invasion of his tongue, fingers, and cock in my pussy left me sore; however, it was the type of soreness that you knew you only get after you had had a good fuck so there was definitely no reason for me to complain. There was no doubt in my mind that he would have already impregnated me had he not made his intentions known before the wedding. I didn't know it was possible to have as much sex as we were having. Edward was fucking incredible in bed and he knew it. Just thinking about his cock makes my pussy weep. I wouldn't tell him the effect he had on me because I had no intention of giving him another reason to be cockier than he already was.

I couldn't help but grin while thinking about the last few days I spent with him. It was amazing.

The more time we spent together, the more I understood why our marriage made complete sense. I even started warming up to the idea more than I wanted to admit. I was actually enjoying it….too much. I groaned. You are so screwed, Bella.

I needed to focus instead on basking in the glory of having awesome sex with him every day. The task of fulfilling Edward's sexual needs should be a constant reminder that this marriage was just business; payment for keeping the V's away from Washington. My end of the deal was clearly being kept and I needed to call Emmett and make sure that Edward kept his.

Edward decided to go to his office to attend to some matters that could no longer be postponed. The arrival of the newly acquired imported cars mandated his presence for his much-needed check-up, whatever that meant.

I stayed behind with Angela, who I learned was the woman responsible for the day-to-day operations of his hotel. Edward intended for her to train me. I didn't need anyone to teach me how to run a hotel, but I decided it was best not to inform him of that. I needed to see how they run their business here in Chicago, and I wanted firsthand experience.

The Swan Olympic Hotel was my baby, my very own idea. I convinced Charlie; actually it was more of a bribe. I would only transfer from NYU to UW if he built me a hotel to manage, which he ultimately decided would be worth it. I didn't even know where or when that idea integrated in my brain, but after Emmett's accident the idea of a hotel was formed and implanted in my brain. To everybody's astonishment, as well as my own, the SOH not only did well, but exceeded everyone's expectations. It was then that I knew I found my calling in marketing and had a knack for business management. I ended up changing my major from Journalism to Business and Marketing when I transferred to UW. The success of my endeavor made me feel extremely good about myself. In fact, I was far from being that self-absorbed, bratty, little girl who only had her mind in spending daddy's money and partying all night. I haven't been that 'girl' since the overdose incident in Lauren's apartment and especially after my introduction to the Mob activities; I would never be 'her' again. I also had firsthand experience in exotic dancing I received two years ago at one of the strip club in Forks, where Rosalie and I made our debut of our newly found dancing skills. That experience alone would take away any childishness one still had.

Angela gave me a brief tour of the important offices in the hotel while making introductions to some of the employees I would be frequently interacting with. EC Grand was an extremely impressive hotel and much larger than the SOH, and was equipped with all the latest and greatest amenities. As a result, it gave me the idea to incorporate some of it into SOH.

I was ushered inside my new office that stood between Angela and Alice's offices. I surveyed the room and was quite impressed by its simplicity. The wooden paneling gave the room the elegant element it needed to compliment the simple office furniture. Angela, who needed to address some issues concerning an unhappy customer, left me alone to appreciate my new office. I was running my hand along the smooth surface of the wooden table when my phone rang.

"Hey Em," I greeted Emmett. I smiled as I plopped down on my big office chair. "Miss me?"

"Of course I miss you," Emmett said, his smile evident in his voice. "Rose misses you even more, though."

"Yeah, me too," I said happily. "Where is she by the way?"

He chuckled before answering. "She's looking over new dresses from whatever designer she is into now. That's the only thing that seems to keep her from hauling you back here."

I smiled at the thought. Aside from her love of cars, Rosalie's next passion was shopping. I loved shopping mind you, but not the way Rosalie did. She would turn into a woman possessed when it came to shopping; hours upon hours of relentless walking from store to store. I had never seen anyone shop the way Rosalie could.

"So, how is he treating you?" he asked in a tense voice. My brother hadn't given up his protective role, even though I was a married woman. "He better be doing a good job at taking care of you there."

"Oh Em, you're such a drama king sometimes," I joked, not wanting him to worry about me any more than he needed to. He had enough to occupy his mind without having to worry about his little sister. "Of course he is taking good care of me. He knows I would kick his ass if he wasn't."

He laughed at that because he knew that was true in every sense of the word. Once he stopped laughing, he cleared his throat before speaking.

"Next week is the 28th," he informed me tentatively. It was the anniversary of my mother's death, October 28th. "Will you be coming up to visit?" he asked.

My mother Renee died due to heart complications when I was just a couple of months old. For as long as I could remember, we used the anniversary as an opportunity to visit her and put flowers on her grave. It had become a family tradition of sorts. I think it was one way of showing her that my dad still loved her very much and that even when she wasn't with us anymore, her memory alone kept him strong. He chose not to remarry. It was kind of sappy but in a romantic kind of way. Even though I was skeptical about things like this, I had always wondered whether I would ever experience the same kind of love they shared.

This year would be different for all of us. Charlie would be lying next to her and he would also receive a bouquet of flowers.

"I'll fly out there, don't worry," I confirmed. I needed to tell Edward about this before he made other plans. "So have you heard anything on Charlie's death?" No new information on his death had surfaced or at least nothing that I knew of.

"Nothing concrete yet, Bells," he said sadly. "But once that fucker is found, he will die a thousand deaths!" His angry voice boomed through the phone.

Thinking about my father made me melancholy. I missed him more and more each day. He had always shown me love and affection by spoiling and pampering me. He allowed me to go to NYU, even if it did pose many threats on my safety. I could have enrolled at the University in Seattle and be closer to the family but instead, being my usual stubborn self, I wanted to go where my friends, Lauren and Jessica, were going. As expected, that was what I got.

He was the only parent that I had ever known and he had done such a good job that I always forgot that I didn't have a mother. Although during my teenage years, I longed for my father to marry again in hopes that my stepmother would become a close girlfriend who I could share secrets with or could give me girly advice; however, it never happened.

It was only when I met Rosalie that I found a confidante I never had before; she was like a fresh breath of air. She was fierce and loyal. But most importantly, she liked me for who I was as a person and not the Isabella Swan that had unlimited money to her name. My brother was always the closest person to me, but there were certain things that you just couldn't share with a boy; especially if that boy was your older brother, who had a protective streak in every bone of his body. Rosalie filled the void in my life.

Before her, my friends consisted of Lauren and Jessica. They were superficial airheads whose interests range from boys to partying. I constantly questioned my sanity after that OD incident wondering why I hung out with them for so long. We really didn't have much in common, except for the usual teenage crap - partying, shopping, and HS hierarchy - so our friendship was bound to end at some point.

"Edward talked to you about Washington?" I asked him, wanting to be sure that he was keeping his promise to help us.

"He called me yesterday," he said, his voice becoming serious. "It seemed that we have quite a few rats in our unit, Bells. Edward was the one who pointed it out."

"Fucking shit," I said disgusted with this information.

"That's why it was easy for them to get Charlie." I could hear the same exasperation in his voice that I felt. "I just didn't know why Charlie and I didn't see it."

"Who are they Em?" I was gripping my phone, my anger now evident in my voice. "I'm going to fucking kill them!"

"Whoa there little sis! I've got it all covered," he tried to reassure me. "They are being dealt with as we speak."

"But-"I started to say, but he interrupted.

"Bella, it's okay, don't worry. We'll talk when you get here. I promise," he said still trying to appease me. "Edward even sent Jasper here."

"What for?"

"He wanted to see for himself the weak points of our operation that Charlie discussed with him. We are talking about revising some rules here. Nothing big, really, " he said in a calm voice. "I guess we owe Edward one."

I sighed. Reeling in my anger, I was grateful that Edward was able to see what we weren't able to. Emmett and I talked a little while longer before we said goodbye.

Angela still hadn't returned so I decided to go see if I could find her. As I made my way through the lobby, I found her at the information desk trying to appease a very disgruntled man, who was muttering expletives towards her to show his displeasure. He was in his late twenties; his boyish charm and expensive clothes were reasons enough for him to think his rude behavior would be overlooked. As I approached, his gaze shifted to my direction. His frown turned into a leer and it was directed towards me. I touched Angela's back to let her know of my presence. Her obvious exasperation of the situation was evident on her face. I gave her a small smile and waited for her to finish her conversation with the man.

"So, who is this gorgeous lady here?" I heard the blonde man say. He lowered his voice in the attempt to sound seductive. "Maybe if she is the one arranging this mess, I might reconsider." I turned to him just as he gave me a once over. He smirked as he finished his perusal, clearly satisfied with what he saw.

"I don't work here sir. I'm just a guest," I informed him with my best professional voice. "Miss Webber here is the manager. I'm sure she is capable of handling your concerns." The longer I talked the wider his grin became.

"Well pretty lady, my name is Mike Newton," he drawled, giving me a wink. "Maybe you can join me for a drink," he said as he stepped forward and reached for my arm.

I tried to be cordial as I attempted to disengage his hand on my arm. I managed to detach his hand only for him to attach it to my wrist. I was furious from his advances, but managed to give Angela a reassuring smile before I pulled his hand away from me. I was about give him a piece of my mind when I heard Quil say, "Is he bothering you Bella?"

Quil's appearance just momentarily fazed Mike. He turned around to Angela. "I'll talk to you later about this, Miss," he said arrogantly, then turned his attention back to me, still with that leer on his face. "As for you Bella, I will be happy to continue this some other time." He winked, then turned around to the elevator before Quil or I were able to respond to his quip.

Dipshit. Times like this made me hate my appearance. Men started gawking and flirting with me when I turned sixteen. During that time my thin, gangly body made its transformation to curvaceous and sexy. My big brown eyes, tight ass and perky breasts were my best attributes. Don't get me wrong, I was thankful of my assets and most of the time I used them to my advantage, but occasionally they caused problems. I sighed as I returned my attention back to Angela.

I tried to assure her that there was no reason to be concerned about Edward's reaction to the situation with Mr. Newton. When she was satisfied with my explanation, she led me back to the office to continue our so-called training. She began discussing some of the strategies their marketing department was proposing. I didn't say anything because I wasn't sure whether or not I had the right to do that. I may legally be Edward's wife now but I didn't want to overstep my boundaries with my new co-workers. Honestly, I was impressed by the proposals and I told as much. Edward owned this hotel as well as some in New York and Boston, not to mention other legal businesses. It made me wonder just how much of his fortune he made through legal investments and how much through illegal transactions.

ooooooooOOOOOOoooooooo

"Bells, please don't go back yet," Rosalie pleaded as she linked her arm to mine. "I still want to bring you to that new restaurant Emmett took me to last week. I just know that you would love it."

"Why is that?" I asked, intrigued.

"This is a restaurant where you dine in the dark." She smiled a knowing smile. "Something about enjoying the food with heightened senses."

"Is that so?" I asked, intrigued once again. She was right; I knew if I had the chance that I'd go and enjoy the new type of dining experience.

"Yes," she chuckled as she remembered. "Not that all Em and I did was dine in there."

I covered my ears, trying to erase what she'd just said from my brain. "Rose, please don't start that shit again." She responded with a wide grin and a wink. Unfortunately for me, she was uninhibited when talking about her sex life with me. In fact, I often had to beg her not to say anything about her intimate times with my brother. I shuddered at the thought of her having sex with Em.

"Bells, please say yes to my invitation," she proceeded to insist on my staying.

"Rose, I really need to go back," I informed her. "I've been here a week and Edward is already having a fit."

"What is he, six?" she asked, pissed. I gave a small chuckle at her comment.

"From the way he was acting just a while ago, it sure did sound like it," I confirmed.

Edward called earlier and demanded I get on the plane this morning or he would be forced to come to Washington to bring me back home. He had assured me that it would not be a happy reunion, and his irrationality was pissing me off. Fucking asshole! I relented because I didn't want Emmett to see Edward's possessiveness. It would do nothing but spark another pissing contest between the two of them. It would be better to argue in Chicago than here in Seattle where my family would have more ammunition against him. Oh Bella, why don't you just admit that you miss him? That's the real reason that you're going back to Chicago, not because of his so-called threat.

This visit killed two birds with one stone. It was the anniversary of Renee's death and visiting her grave was more important than ever as Charlie was now lying beside her. This was one Swan tradition that would not be ignored. I missed Rosalie and Emmett terribly, so this visit also allowed me to see them too.

It also gave me the chance to discuss with Emmett the matter of the rats within our organization, who he insisted had already been taken cared of. He informed me of the addition of a few of his elite muscles in the main house for additional security, just in case the V's weren't placated by my marriage with Edward. On top of that, Jacob informed us that the Seattle police discovered there was a shipment of guns from Berlin so Emmett needed to find another place to hide the merchandise. Shit, I wish I were here to help.

I had always been the one to help Charlie strategize the transportation of the swag to and from the warehouse without so much as a hitch; besides, I was also a very good fence. I guess I was really born to be in the Mob.

I was so busy with my internal musing that I hadn't realized Rose was looking at me with pleading eyes. I looked at her questioningly, as I forgot if she had asked me something during my internal musings.

"Bella, one week is just too short," she protested. "You have to stay longer!" I sighed and shook my head as her shoulders slumped in defeat.

"Fucking Cullen!" she said while she moved to the desk to get something. "Just make sure he fucking allows you to come back soon!"

She walked back towards me carrying a big paper bag that she quickly gave to me. It was a heavy, causing me to cock my brow in question.

"What's this?" I asked. I opened the bag and found a couple of books I wanted to buy, but was unable to find time to shop for them. I took out one of the books that had a hard cover and turned it around for inspection.

"Those aren't the same as the Wuthering Heights I gave you," she informed with a wicked grin. The Wuthering Heights book she had given me also had a hard cover that enabled it to cleverly hide a knife inside, the knife I used on Edward the night of the honeymoon. She had it made especially for me.

"Thanks. You rock, bitch!"

She knew about my passion for books and made it a point to buy me all the books that I didn't have in my collection. Supplying me with my favorite past time was her reminder that just because we were in the Borgata didn't mean we couldn't do normal things.

I gave her a tight hug conveying my gratitude for both the books and her friendship.

I would definitely be back in two weeks to turn over the hotel's management to her and to spend another fun day shopping with her; I was going to miss her.

ooooooooOOOOOOoooooooo

The black limo that picked me up at the tarmac took me directly to Edward's office. We had landed an hour earlier than expected and Seth, who had been ordered to accompany me to Seattle, insisted that he needed to go to his boss' office. Edward instructed them to go to him directly upon my arrival so I just stayed silent and let them do whatever it was they were instructed to do.

This would be my second time in his office. It was located inside an Italian restaurant, Bella Italia - named after me accordingly. His office was in the same building as the restaurant but was situated on the opposite end. It even had a different entrance so they would not disturb the customers.

We were nearing the office when I heard a message alert from my phone. I checked to see whom it was from and I frowned. It was from Jacob.

Jake: Did you receive the flowers I sent you?

What flowers was he talking about? I chose not to respond to the text message and put my phone back into my bag. I was too excited with the thought of seeing Edward to ponder about Jacob. My palms were sweating from the anticipation. I even fixed my hair and make-up to make sure I was decent. The Edward I spent these last two weeks with was the same one as the Masen that I fell in love with in New York. He was so attentive, much more than before. A part of me was rejoicing because of the attention he was giving, but another part wanted to run away from the feelings. I tried keeping him at a distance by being sarcastic and snarky towards him, but he continued being patient with me.

As I entered the back of the building that would lead me to his very large office, I noticed that were several cars parked in the alley. Maybe he had visitors.

We entered his office and I noticed Jasper sitting at one corner, smoking a cigar. When he saw me, he stood up while giving me a smile. A tall woman with her back to me was standing extremely close to Edward. She was wearing too tight black leather pants and what looked to be a black leather corset. She was still talking to Edward and something about her seemed so familiar. As soon as Edward saw me, his smile widened. I returned it with a small smile, but my smile was replaced with a scowl as soon as the girl turned around to face me.

"You," I hissed. "You're that bitch from New York."

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