Hi guys! I know, I know! Even I'm surprised I'm alive. I had never thought I would come back and write more of this. I was kinda over fanfiction as a whole. But the other day, I got a review fro Luckycharms14 and it made me read this story again. And if I may say so myself, it really did refresh me. So I got to writing. Also because I had made a promise I would complete this story!

I had started writing this story like 3 years ago on a whim! Most of my old readers may have lost interest by now. But if you are still hanging around, I'd like to thank you for your patience right now! And for my new readers, I hope you like it!

Please note: This chapter hasn't been beta'ed or even spell checked! (It's 3 AM! what do you expect!) all mistakes are my own and I apologize for them!

I was stunned for a moment, admiring his spacious, beautifully furnished house. I didn't even realize Edward had moved to shut that door and was standing behind me with his hands around my waist and his chin on my shoulder.

"Do you like it," he whispered, his hot breath brushing against my neck, sending goose bumps down my arms.

"Uh-huh," I struggled to form a single word, with his breath on my neck, and his fingers tracing patterns on my stomach through the thin material of top.

He held me closer and kissed my neck. One hand slowly making its way inside my shirt to trace patterns on my skin, he continued kissing my neck, nibbling, sucking, while his other hand moved up my arm and pulled the sleeve of my shirt to reveal my shoulder.

The growing heat between my legs elicited a loud moan from me. And suddenly, Edward stopped whatever he was doing.

I turned around, a little dismayed by his sudden change of gears. But he held me close to him, his hands on my hips, looking deep into my soul with those smoldering eyes, that made me just melt.

"Are you hungry," he spoke in that amazingly husky tone.

I would have said no and continued the make out session, but I realized I really was quite hungry.

I nodded and he smiled and kissed my lips softly before walking towards the kitchen.

"It'll take me 15 minutes to make some pasta. Why don't you pick a wine from over there," he pointed to the mini bar as he undid the top two buttons of his shirt, rolled up his sleeves and washed his hands in the kitchen sink.

His bar was well stocked and I picked out some red wine and poured it into two glasses and walked over to Edward to hand him one. He was, while cooking, just as focused and as much of a perfectionist and as focused as I had seen him be at work.

I walked towards the window in his living room that took up the entire wall. It was almost like having a wall made out of glass in the living room. The view from the window was magnificent. I could see Central Park from there.

"How can you afford the rent to this place," I asked him, still mesmerized by the view.

"Umm, I own this place," he said. I turned around to look at him, but he was nonchalantly taking a sip from his glass of wine, and stirring the sauce.

"And how does a senior manager at Cullen enterprises own such a beautiful apartment on the Upper Eastside," I asked. Surely, there had to be a reasonable explanation! Edward Masen – brilliant investment head by day, bank robber by night?

"I wasn't disinherited from the family when I came to New York from Charleston. Trust fund kicked in when I turned 18, and a few sound investments later, I'm here."

Whoa! They don't call him the greatest investing mind at Cullen Enterprises for nothing.

"But you have a roommate!" I was confused now!

"Eric's just here temporarily. He had a new assignment here and there was no way I would let an old friend live in a shady motel for 7 months! Dinner is ready!"

He had made spaghetti with a simple tomato sauce but it was delicious. We enjoyed our dinner in comfortable silence, occasionally talking about books. Edward's passion for reading was something I could relate to, and something I adored about him. And it was especially cute when he told me he still liked to read a Harry Potter book whenever he was down. It was an instant pick-me-up for him!

After dinner we went to his library. I was admiring a shelf of books related to financial management when his arms snaked around me from behind.

"I just need to leave for like 5 minutes. Stay here," he whispered in my ear.

"Where are you going," I turned around and asked me.

"It's a surprise," he said cryptically and left the library. I settled myself on the very comfortable couch in the library and started flipping through one of the many biographies of Steve Jobs.

Edward returned 5 minutes later and sat down on the couch with me. I snuggled close to him and we read the book together while his fingers played with my hair.

"The surprise should be ready," he whispered after a while, and got up. He offered me his hand and led me to his bedroom. Really? Sex was the surprise? I was about to say something snarky but he led me further, not towards the bed, but to the en-suite bathroom.

He had prepared a large bubble bath for me, complete with rose petals and aromatic candles and bath salts. He had left the water on so it continued to fill the tub while he stayed with me in the library.

"You've been so stressed lately, you need a break. Now, I can't give you a proper holiday, but I sure can give you a clumsy attempt at a home spa," he told me. I was touched! No one had ever done anything like this for me! He turned around to give me some privacy, but I grabbed hi wrist to stop him from leaving.

"Join me," I asked and saw how the most adorable smile crept up on his face.

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