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CHAPTER 5

BPOV ~

November 20, 2006 …

"I love getting pedicures," I sighed, exiting Allure Salon & Day Spa with Angela. She had been on me for a girl's day for nearly a month, but between her schedule and mine, it hadn't been easy to formulate.

"Me t—" My cell phone ringing interrupted Angela's agreement. I smiled widely, pulling the phone out of my purse—I knew exactly who was calling and I couldn't be more excited.

"Hi!" I beamed, answering the phone.

"Hey, baby," Edward cooed on the other line. It did funny things to my insides every time he called me baby. No one had ever really used terms of endearment while referring to me—except maybe the slimes at the club. Edward was different; his sweet names were because he felt them, and they meant something more to me—made me giddy with excitement. "Are you busy?"

"Not for you," I retorted shaking my head slightly, though I knew he couldn't see me.

"God," he sighed. "I miss you."

"I miss you, too," I breathed, walking toward the car—tagging behind Angela as she walked obliviously ahead of me. I swear, whenever I gained this 'tone' in my voice she always shut off and only listened enough to make fun of my 'adorableness' later on—typically, with fake vomiting sounds followed by kissy noises. Real mature.

It had been two months since I met Edward, well, two months and five days to be exact—not that I was keeping track or anything. We talked, texted, and emailed all the time, but I only saw him twice since he left my place early that Sunday morning. The more time that passed, the more desperately I missed him—it was as if I craved his touch, I needed to feel his presence around me, his lips on mine, his hands on my body. Yes, I know how insane that sounded. I knew I shouldn't be missing someone I've only ever seen four times, but I did.

Bring on the straight jacket and padded walls.

"Hmm," he replied. "So convincing you to go away with me this weekend should be pretty easy?" I stopped dead in my tracks, right in the middle of the parking lot.

"Really?" I squealed. "You wanna go away this weekend? With me?"

He let out a sexy little chuckle, a chuckle that did naughty things to my girly bits. "Yes, Bella, I want to go away with you. If you don't have to work …."

"No, I'm, uh … actually off this weekend," I lied, and then jumped when a car honked at me.

"Bella?" Edward asked just as Angela yelled at me from her car.

"Yeah, I'm here," I responded sheepishly, walking toward Angela's car as I waved an apology to the driver that honked at me.

"Was that car honking at you?" Edward asked, clearly amused.

"Um, yeah?"

Edward laughed. "And why was it honking at you?"

I opened the passenger side door, and climbed in as I answered him. "Um, because I was standing in the middle of his lane …."

"Okay." He laughed, again. "Do I even want to know why you were standing in the middle of his lane?"

"Probably," I retorted pulling on my seatbelt. "But I'm not going to tell you. So, this weekend?" I asked changing the subject as Angela backed out of our parking place and glanced at me with a questioning look.

He laughed, again. "Yes, this weekend. Do you work Friday?"

"Nope," I lied, again.

"Hmm," he hummed, clearly trying to torture me. "What are you doing for Thanksgiving?"

"Uh, nothing?" I really was doing nothing—holidays meant nothing to me.

"Really?" he asked, clearly surprised by my answer. "You're not having dinner with your family?"

"No," I answered, silently begging him not to push it.

"Hmm," he hummed, again. "Well, I could come in Thursday night? I could be in Vegas by seven?"

Three nights, four days of Edward, I thought. I feel faint.

I smiled widely. "Okay."

"Alright, so then I'll see you Thursday?"

"Yup," I retorted enthusiastically.

"Okay then, bye?" I hated to say goodbye, but I did it anyway.

"So, he's coming this weekend?" Angela asked, bringing my attention to her as I clicked my phone off.

I smiled, nodding nervously. "Yeah, he's actually coming Thursday about seven …he, um … he asked me to go away with him for the weekend …." I let it trail off there purposely.

"This weekend?" she asked, glancing to me, and then back to the road. "Don't you have to work this weekend?"

"Um, yeah?" I whispered, my teeth nearly puncturing my bottom lip. Angela looked over to me, again, and apparently, my face looked a bit sadder than I thought.

She sighed, shaking her head. "Fine, but you'll have to ask Vic to do Saturday for ya; I already picked that up for Bree."

I nodded my head, smiling widely. "I will. Thanks, Ang! I really, really appreciate it! And I know you won't take me up on it, but anytime you need me to cover."

"I know."

The next few days flew by in haze, with me working more shifts than I was scheduled, so I could pick up shifts for Vickie to make up for her taking Saturday for me. I was honestly running myself ragged, between class, studying, and rushing to the club each night. I never worked much during the week, leaving my week nights open for my studies, but I owed Victoria big. Luckily, since I was so busy, the week went unbelievably fast and before I knew it, it was Thanksgiving Day. I wasn't about to complain about how drained I was … it meant I had four whole days with my man.

Just after seven, the phone rang, alerting me someone was requesting entrance to the building. Knowing it was Edward, I hit the button to except and hung up. I quickly ran into the bathroom to do a quick rundown of my hair and makeup—makeup I only wore when I was with Edward—before meeting him at the door.

"Hey," I simply said, opening the door just as he was about to raise his arm to knock.

"Hey," he breathed.

I opened the door further to let him in and my heart broke instantly when I noticed no luggage—he wasn't staying.

"You're alone?" he asked, walking into the large greatroom.

I nodded, sadly. "Yeah, they went out for dinner and a movie."

"Hmm," he hummed, looking around a bit. "I got us a room for tonight," he finally said, bringing his eyes to me. "Have you eaten?" I shook my head, trying to contain my excitement—he was staying.

"Good, I arranged for room service to bring up dinner at eight," he went on to say, glancing at his watch. "Which means, you've got just about enough time to pack a bag."

You don't have to tell me twice!

I nearly ran up the stairs and down the hall to my bedroom. I pulled my weekend bag from under the bed, and tossed it onto the bed, before opening my underwear drawer. I didn't even realize Edward had followed me up until I felt his arms wrap around my waist.

"Any sexy lingerie in there?" he asked, running his nose along my ear.

I turned my head slightly, until I could see his face. "Um, no?" I retorted, pulling my lip between my teeth.

"No?" he asked skeptically.

"I'm serious," I retorted, turning around in his arms. "I don't. I told you, I don't do private shows, and the club furnishes all of our costumes …."

"Well …." He smiled a sly smile. "We will definitely be remedying that while we're away this weekend."

Mmm, I thought. Lingerie shopping with Edward. The thought alone did crazy things to my girly parts.

"Do I get to model it for you, too?" I asked, wearing the same sly smile.

He nodded. "Twice."

"Twice?" I squeaked.

He nodded, again. "Mmhmm. At the store, and then again when we get back to the room." I shivered in delight, which made Edward chuckle.

He placed a kiss on my forehead and pulled me to his chest. I couldn't help the content sigh I released, resting my head against his chest.

"I'm glad you're here," I whispered into his chest.

"Me too," he breathed, rubbing his hands up and down my back soothingly.

"Why did you rent a room?" I asked, lying naked and freshly fucked across his chest. "You know you can stay with me."

"I know," he replied, lightly caressing my back. "But I like the privacy we get in a hotel. Plus, if we were at your house tonight, you definitely would have woken up your roommates … as well as your neighbors ..."

I lifted my head off his chest, narrowing my eyes at him. "I wasn't that loud."

"You were that loud," he retorted with a kiss. "But it's okay, I like it. Which brings us back to the need for the hotel room; the penthouses tend to be a bit more soundproof …." Apparently, my face showed my total humiliation. "Aw, baby, don't be embarrassed by that. I like that I get that kind of response from you, it means I'm doing something right."

"I, um …." I was …speechless?

Edward caught my continued mortification and pulled me completely on top of him, taking my face between his hands. "There is absolutely nothing to be embarrassed of," he soothed. "The only person that heard you was me, and I like hearing you. You have no idea how much of a turn on it is to hear you scream for me. So no embarrassment, okay?"

I nodded like some idiot, because I apparently forgot how to talk.

"And how 'bout you give that poor lip a break." He smiled, loosening my bottom lip from the torture of my teeth with his thumb. "I've grown rather fond of it. I'd hate for it to be out of commission." He brought his lips to mine and then whispered against them, "Better yet, how bout we just make that my job from now on? Only I bite this precious little lip." He lightly sucked on my bottom lip, causing me to moan, pulling on his top lip with my teeth as I inched my way up his torso to achieve a better angle.

As my naked center drug against his growing erection, it forced him to moan in appreciation and his hands found my ass as he invaded my mouth completely. Squeezing both cheeks in his hands, he ground my aching center against his now very hard erection.

I responded with a whimpery moan when his cock glided between my already wet folds. I was desperate to feel him inside of me, again, and Edward seemed to sense it. He broke the kiss and started trailing kisses down my chin to my neck.

Lifting my hips, he positioned me over his cock, and slowly filled me. I groaned, immediately going to work on his cock, as my hands tugged at his hair. His glorious lips made their way to my chest and Edward sucked a nipple into his mouth.

"Oh, God …." I mewled, moving harder and faster on his cock, my fifth orgasm of the night quickly approaching. Edward was thrusting wildly and suddenly it was all too much. "Oh … Edward … oh, God."

I was moving frantically on his dick, desperate for my release. "Yes!" I bellowed when Edward brought his finger to my clit to rub furiously. "Please … oh, pleeese?"

"OH, FUCK!" Edward shrieked, finding his release as I exploded all around him.

I collapsed on top of him, both of us gasping for air.

Edward chuckled lightly when our breathing started to even out. "You do realize we were supposed to be talking, right?"

"We did talk," I retorted, sucking on the damn skin of his neck. I knew what he meant but I honestly hated talking about myself, especially about what had brought me to Vegas in the first place. Those were not so happy memories for me and I did everything I could not think about them. I've learned over the years to accept what was, but it didn't mean it didn't still bother me—I just decided I wasn't going to let it consume me, and it most definitely wasn't going to rule my life.

"'Oh, god' and 'oh, Edward' don't constitute talking," Edward laughed, smacking my ass. I giggled, and then rolled off him.

"And you were supposed to be telling me what led you to stripping." He smirked, sitting up against the headboard. I sighed, copying his movement. I didn't want to have that conversation, in fact, I'd done pretty much everything I could to keep from having it, hence the multiple orgasms I'd achieved since we'd arrived at the hotel. I knew he wasn't going to let me get away with not having it.

"Fine." I pouted. "You wanna know my story?" I didn't wait for him to respond, I didn't want to chicken out again. "My mom died during childbirth, leaving my father to raise me. Alone. When I was five, my dad and I moved to Seattle, and then when I was sixteen, just days before my seventeenth birthday, my dad was killed in the line of duty—he was cop by the way—so yeah, I was placed in a foster home …which is where I met Angela."

"Um, wow?" Edward sputtered, pulling me into his arms. "I'm so sorry you—"

"Oh, I'm over it," I interrupted. "I don't mean to seem callous, trust me. I miss my dad every single minute of the day …and well, I never knew my mom, but I still love her, nonetheless. I'm just saying that I've learned to deal. I can't, and won't, dwell on the past."

"Okay." He smiled, though I could tell it was forced. "But that still doesn't tell me what led you to becoming a stripper."

"Ugh," I sighed. I really didn't want to go on. I'd never told anyone about what had transpired after my father died. Yes, Angela knew, but that was only because she was there, because she went through it herself. "Okay, the home we were in … let's just say they weren't the nicest people, and Angela … she had been there a heck of a lot longer than I was. About three weeks after I got there, Angela and I were talking, and she told me she had a sister in Vegas … well, this struck me as odd.

"That she had a sister, and yet she was there …. It just didn't make sense to me. I had no one; that's why I was there, but she had someone. So, I asked her why she hadn't gone to live with her. She told me the courts had deemed her unfit to care for her … that she was stuck in the system until she turned eighteen. Just like me.

"Well, she then went on to say that if she had anyway of contacting her sister, or tracking her down, she'd run away … my dad had left me some money, and I was all about getting out of there ASAP … so we left that night."

"Still doesn't explain the stripping .…" He smirked.

"I'm getting there." I smirked back. "Victoria was already working at the club when we got here. Like I said, my dad had left me some money, but by the time I turned eighteen, that was pretty much gone …. I had very few skills and no references, but I still put in application after application. Pounded the pavement, if you will … but I never got any calls … so here I am. The money is good, and they make sure we're safe. It's really not that bad."

"I still don't like it."

I looked at him, wishing I could tell him that I'd quit, but I couldn't. "I know you don't. But, if it wasn't for stripping, I would be thousands and thousands of dollars in debt with student loans—"

"You're going to school?" he interrupted, clearly surprised.

I nodded. "Uh huh. I got my GED when I turned eighteen, and then enrolled at the community college. I'm only going part-time, but—"

"Part-time is better than nothing," he interrupted, again. "What are you going for?"

"I figure I'll get my pre-requisites out of the way then transfer to the university to earn my Masters in Social Work." He wasn't very successful at hiding his shock, but that's okay—by this point in life I was used to this reaction. Everyone thought us strippers were sluts or just mindless and couldn't apply ourselves. Little did they know, there were many of us out there that were only doing it to get by until our real careers could start, or we were out of college.

The conversation was light after that. He told me a little more about what his company, Masen Industries, did. Which was a little of everything. They had their hand in all kinds of cookie jars so to speak, and apparently, my stud here, was quite brilliant at turning a buck into a million.

As well as helping the poor and less fortunate.

Did I mention he's perfect?

**Author's Note**

I know a lot of you expressed wanting to know how he managed to see Bella again, and I will show you in a future chapter.

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