My betas MadelineJade and Twilight-is-lovee are incredible and turn out my chapters faster than i can write them lately.

I admit I might have cried while writing his chapter, also there is a lemon in this chapter and you can skip it if you'd like.

All Characters Belong To Stephenie Meyer.

Songs In This Chapter Belong To Kings Of Leon.

BPOV

I watched proudly as Edward strummed on his guitar, his head moving along with the rhythm of the music. His sound had changed, greatly in part to the fact that he was in a band now. His songs seemed a bit rougher, but everyone had embraced the new sound. Edward pressed his lips close to the microphone as he began to sing.

Huffman don't take no nonsense,

He's here to rectify

He's got his black belt buckle,

And the red man's fire in his eye.

You with your switchblade posse,

I'll get my guns from the south,

We'll take to the yard like a cockfight

Four kicks whose strutting now.

He stepped away from the microphone and began to strum harder on his guitar before returning to it.

This party is overrated,

But there ain't shit else to do,

She's a lovin' on the boy from the city

I'll be lovin' him under my shoe.

After he sang the chorus once more, Ben began to play his solo. It didn't last very long, but from what I had heard already, I could tell that Ben was an amazing musician. Edward sang the chorus one last time before the song ended, and applause erupted from the crowd. They all hopped off the stage with smiles on their faces. It was their first show as a full band, and they had done amazingly well.

"That was awesome!" I exclaimed as I threw my arms around Edward. He was sweaty and panting, still.

"Jasper wrote the chorus for that last one." He laughed before pressing his lips to mine.

We pulled apart and smiled at one another before being interrupted by a man who was oddly enough wearing a suit, which wasn't regular attire for someone in Sweet Up's.

"Excuse me, Mr. Cullen, I'm Austin Marks from Meyer Records," the man said as he reached out his hand to shake Edward's.

"It's a pleasure to meet you again," Edward responded coolly, although I could read in his eyes that he was nervous.

"I'd like to talk to you a moment about your band."

Edward nodded as he grabbed my hand and motioned to an empty corner booth for us to sit in. We all slid into the booth, Edward and I sitting beside each other while Mr. Marks sat across from us.

"We are very intrigued by the progress you have made in the past few weeks, and we'd like to offer you a spot on our label." Edward immediately squeezed my hand and moved slightly closer to me.

"Now, we would like you to come out to California as soon as possible to start recording your album, if you should accept. We would also like you to play shows in that area, gain some attention before embarking on a statewide tour. Depending on how that goes, we'd like to send you overseas as well. Of course, we promise to make this worth your while."

Edward ran his fingers through his hair shakily as he took a deep breath. "I appreciate your offer, but I'd like to discuss this with my band mates before I make any decisions."

Mr. Marks nodded in understanding and slid a business card across the table. "Call me when you've reached a decision," he said as he stood up. We did the same and shook his hand farewell before Edward plopped himself back down into the booth.

"Holy shit," he exclaimed with a wide smile.

"I'm so proud of you," I said as I pressed my lips against his cheek.

I smiled as Emmett, Jasper, and Ben approached, Rose, Angela, and Alice behind them.

"Meyer Records wants to sign us!" Edward shouted at his family. I swear I couldn't tell if it was the boys or girls who were squealing at that point.

"We have to accept," Jasper said. The others were nodding in agreement.

"I know," Edward responded as he raised his beer. "To us," he said as we all brought our drinks in to toast one another.

The night ended quickly after that. The couples wanted to go home and celebrate with one another, which sobered me up quicker than I would've liked. Edward and I had been together for two and a half months, and we had yet to consummate our relationship or do more than over-the-clothes heavy petting. I didn't understand how this beautiful sex god of man refused to have sex. I was pretty sure he was a virgin.

When we finally arrived home, the air was thick with tension. The lack of action in the bedroom was starting to take its toll on our relationship.

"Let's go to bed," Edward said after he locked the front door. I nodded in agreement, as I made my way to our bedroom. I had unofficially moved in with Edward. Ben had been staying in our apartment, and I didn't appreciate knowing what he and Angela did when the sun went down. We only lived about three blocks away from each other, so getting fresh clothes was never an issue. Edward had given me my own key about a week ago, which was a pretty big deal for him. He was finally letting me in, emotionally at least, and the physical part would have to come eventually.

I stood by the bed and began to lift my shirt up before I felt Edward come up behind me, placing his hands on mine to halt my motions.

"I want to undress you today," was all he said before he turned me around. He licked his lips before he leaned down to press them hungrily into mine. It sent a tingle all up and down my spine at the prospect of finally having him inside of me. After we pulled apart, he lifted my shirt over my head, tossing it to the ground beside us. He gently pushed me down onto the bed and knelt before me.

"Sex isn't something I take lightly. We're not going to have sex tonight, but I want to try something new," he said as he reached behind my back to unhook my bra. After he successfully unhooked it, he pulled it off my body and let it fall to the ground, joining my shirt.

"I love you," I said as he leaned forward to kiss my neck. My words froze him, and he pulled back slightly to look into my eyes.

"You're beautiful," he responded before his lips found my neck. He began to nibble and run his tongue in circles around a spot just above my collarbone, which caused me to moan. His hands soon found my bare breasts. I couldn't help but let his name fall from my lips as his hands, still cold from the December air, began to massage my breasts.

He pulled back from my neck and instructed me to lie down in the middle of the bed. I did as I was told, sighing as his hands lost their connection with my body. I was not disappointed for too long, though. He climbed onto the bed with me, his body straddling my legs.

"If you feel uncomfortable with anything I'm doing, then please tell me," he said as he placed a soft kiss on my belly. I responded with a halfhearted nod, watching as he began to unbutton my pants.

"Lift," he instructed. I lifted my hips off the bed and bit my lip as he gently tugged my jeans off my hips, down my legs, and eventually off my body. There I lay in front of Edward Cullen in nothing but my underwear.

"So fucking beautiful," he said as he lay on his side, his body pressed up against mine as he explored my body with his hands. I turned my head to come face to face with him, and our foreheads pressed together as we breathed heavily. Suddenly, I felt his hands trail down my body and stop when his fingertips met the top of my underwear.

I let out a breathy sigh to indicate that I was okay with him continuing. He let his fingertips enter beneath the waistband and continued on, until his hand covered my mound, his fingers beginning to slowly rub my moist lips. Suddenly, his index and ring fingers parted me as his middle finger sought out my opening. I sucked in a deep breath of air as his fingertip entered me.

"So wet," he moaned before he pressed his lips hard against mine, his finger now fully inside of me, slowly pumping me.

"More," I breathed. He added another finger, which caused me to buck in response. Suddenly, I couldn't take not being able to touch him. I began to shakily undo his pants, and his fingers began to pump harder inside of me in response.

Once I successfully pulled down his zipper, I slid my hand down the front of his pants, underneath his boxers.

"Fuck," he hissed as I wrapped my hand around his length. It was incredibly hard but his skin was soft under my touch. I could feel the slight wetness of his pre-cum as I ran my thumb across the head.

"You like that?" I moaned as I began to pump him with my hand, starting at the base and twisting my wrist slightly as I got to the tip. I didn't have much experience with penises, but I could tell that I got lucky with Edward; he had to be at least 8 inches.

"You have no idea," he almost growled as he bucked his hips into my hand.

"Oh, Edward," I yelled as he used his thumb to rub my clit, his fingers still pumping me in rhythm with my strokes on his dick.

"Bella, you feel so good. So fucking tight, I can't wait to be inside of you," he moaned into my neck. His words spurred me on, and I knew I wouldn't last long. My hips began to rise and fall, bucking into his hand.

"So close," I moaned as I began to pump my hand harder.

"Come with me, baby," he said as he began pumping himself into my hand.

"Oh, fuck, Edward!" I screamed as my walls began to spasm around his fingers, my legs beginning to shake from the intensity of my orgasm. A few seconds later, I felt his teeth sink into my neck as he exploded in my hand.

We lay in bed, panting, before we removed our hands from each other. I was internally freaking out that my hand was covered in cum. Yes, I loved Edward, but it was still a little bit gross.

"Here," he said as he sheepishly handed me a towel. I took it and wiped my hand clean, handing it back to him when I finished. I watched in awe as he removed his pants and boxers, using the towel to clean himself. It was the first time that I had seen Edward fully naked, and I couldn't help but lick my lips in response to his beautiful dick. I had always been the type of girl to swear off giving head because it never appealed to me, but seeing Edward sparked something in me. I wouldn't mind having him in my mouth at all. He threw the towel to the ground once he finished cleaning himself.

"I'm going to go take a shower," he said as he made his way to the bathroom.

"Nice ass," I commented with a whistle as he left the room. I heard him chuckle in response.

I could hear the sound of the shower and his singing from my place on the bed.

"You're sex is on fire," he sang. I let out a small laugh as I lay on my side. I must have fallen asleep because the light peeking through the curtains woke me up, shining directly into my face. I groaned and rolled to my other side, jumping slightly when I came face to face with Edward. His eyes were already open and staring into mine.

"Good morning, my beautiful lady," he said before he pressed his lips against mine.

"Mmm," I replied as we pulled apart.

"The guys and I have to meet up with Mr. Marks this morning to accept his offer, but I wanted to talk to you before I left," he said as he sat up. It was then that I realized he was already fully clothed.

"About what?" I asked as I sat up and pulled the blanket around me to cover my exposed chest.

"You heard him say that we have to go to California to record our record. I wanted to ask you to come with me." In all the excitement last night, I had forgotten the part that mentioned Edward would have to move across the country for an indefinite amount of time before embarking on a massive tour.

"Oh, Edward," I whispered. "I want to, but I can't," I responded with a sigh.

"Why not?" his face was pained at my reaction.

"I start school in a few weeks; I can't just tell NYU to go fuck themselves. I have a scholarship; I can't just pick up and go with you," I said, slightly angered that he had forgotten why I'd moved here in the first place. I wanted to stand on my own two feet, and here he was, asking me to give everything up for him.

"Oh, I see. Do you expect me to turn the offer down, then?" he asked, his voice flickered with anger as well.

"Of course not!" I yelled. "This is a great opportunity for you. How could you turn it down?"

"So you don't care that I am moving across the country and won't be able to see you for who knows how long? I thought you fucking loved me!" he yelled in response.

I laughed without any humor before I responded. "I do love you! It's you that doesn't love me," I spat.

"You think I don't love you?" he asked incredulously.

"Do you?" I responded.

"You know that I care—" I cut him off before he had a chance to finish.

"'Isabella, I care deeply about you,' blah, blah, blah. Spare me the bullshit this time, okay? This whole relationship has been one-sided. I get it. It's fine. Just…go to your damn meeting."

"Fine!" he yelled as he stood up. I heard him growl before he pushed the lamp on the nightstand to the ground. The sound of it shattering caused me to jump. And then he was gone, and I was left alone, naked in his bed.

Tears flowed freely down my face as the gravity of what just happened hit me. I was pretty certain that we had just broken up. My heart felt as it were being squeezed by a boa constrictor as I struggled to keep my breathing steady. I could no longer take the feeling that being surrounded by his things was giving me so I got dressed quickly and left his apartment, practically sprinting to my own. Once I reached the familiar brownstone, I threw the gate open and ran up the stairs, proud that I had yet to fall on my face, until my body crashed into someone.

"Bella, what's wrong?" James asked as he wrapped his arms tightly around me.

"I…I think Edward and I…" I paused trying to catch my breath. "…broke up," I finally said as I began to sob into his chest.

"Fuck him," James said as he rubbed soothing circles on my back. For the second time, my heart was broken, and James was the one to soothe me.

"Thank you James," I said as I pulled away and placed a chaste kiss on his cheek.

"Bella?" Edward's voice came from behind me, a bouquet of wildflowers in his hand. His face fell as he assessed the position James and I were in. His hands were still rested on my back, pressing my body into his.

"It's not what it looks like," I tried to explain as I escaped from James' grasp.

"Save it," Edward said before he threw the flowers to the ground. "I accepted the offer; I leave next week. I thought I'd tell you since you seemed to care so much about it, but I guess not so much," he said as he turned and began walking away.

I sat on the steps of my stoop and watched as he walked out of my life. My breathing was erratic while my eyes were dry, no longer able to produce tears.

"Bella, it's freezing out here. Come inside," James offered as he placed a hand on my shoulder.

"I just need a minute," I answered, my voice hoarse.

"If you're not inside in five minutes, I'm calling Rosalie," he said as I heard the front door close, indicating that I was alone.

Little did he know that I was going to call her myself. The phone barely rang before she answered. "Hey, Bells," she said cheerfully.

"Rose, I need you," I sniffled into the phone, feeling the tears once again in my eyes.

"Fuck. I'll be there in fifteen minutes," she said before she ended the call.

As I put my phone away, I noticed the bouquet of flowers sitting at the bottom of the steps. I made my way down and picked them up gingerly. I couldn't help but notice the small card nestled between the baby's breath. The big, bright, red letters read, "I'm sorry."

Epic heartfail, sorry guys. I have been told that chapters 17 and 18 should come with a free bottle of prozac. I have the next few days off and plan on trying to finish the story, I'll let you guys decide if you'd like a sequel which would mean lots of reviews to help motivate me! Also this story has been Favorited by 66 people and Alerted by 94 but I only manage to get about 7ish reviews per chapter, LETS CHANGE THIS! :)