A/N: I know two days in a row! That's what happens when you get layed off from your job and you have nothing else to occupy your time. As always: Thanks so much for the reviews and encouragement!

Victoria? Who the hell is Victoria?

"Edward what's going on?" I asked him. "Who is Victoria?" And why are you so freaked out? I wanted to add.

"She's James' girlfriend from back in Seattle. I have no idea why she is here." He said with his eyebrows furrowed.

It's still a little foggy but it's getting clearer. This Victoria was one of the group that Edward had hung out with in high school; the ones that sold him drugs.

"She was with that girl you pointed out." He squinted his eyes at me trying to remember.

"You don't remember her do you? Her name is Tanya Denali. She was the waitress from the Italian restaurant that we went to." I told him.

"Denali? Are you sure?" He asked. I nodded. "She must be Victoria's sister or something."

It seemed that even though we were 3000 miles away from home, Edward could not escape his past and move on. What are the odds that this Victoria would show up in New York?

I scooted closer to him and put my hand at the nape of his neck. "Tell me about her."

"I met them when I was a freshman and they were juniors. I didn't think that much of them, all I knew was that they were partiers and caused trouble at school.

"It wasn't until I looked to James for 'help' that I started to know them. They were pretty nice to me, but I now realize that it was because I was their customer and I spent money. I went to James every week, and where James was Victoria was not far away. She treated me like no other girl had before. She would put her arm around my shoulders and act like she really cared about me. She would wink at me in the hallways, and touch my arm any time that we passed. I was fifteen and I was an idiot, but I ate it up.

"After my parents made me turn down Julliard and I stopped caring about school or anything else for that matter, I went back to them to let them know that I wouldn't need their services anymore.

"James thought that I should try something else that they offered, and like an idiot, I tried it. I told you about that part. I found that it was easier to just be numb and not feel anymore."

Edward shifted on the couch so that he was turned towards me and had his head lying on the back of the couch facing me. I took one of his hands and held it between both of mine.

"So she flirted with you, and helped sell you drugs?" I wanted to coax him into continuing.

"Yeah." He continued. "She did." He looked down at our hands and sighed.

I reached up and placed my hand on his cheek. "You can tell me, you know? If you don't want to, it's Ok too."

"No, you should hear this." He said still looking down. "But I don't think you'll…see me the same again. This is something that I should have told you from the beginning, but I didn't want you to run away screaming. This is one of those things that…I'm most ashamed of."

"Edward whatever it is it will be Ok. I may be shocked or something, but I will still love you. I promise."

"Maybe, but you haven't heard it yet." He finally said looking at me with sad eyes.

I returned my hand to his cheek and leaned in and kissed him. I pulled away and rested my forehead against his. "Tell me." I whispered.

I had no idea what secret Edward was so ashamed of. I was telling him the truth though about still loving him. I was a little scared that he would push me away after this confession, but now I needed to hear it.

"I started hanging out with James at his house. He lived in a small condo on his own even though he was in high school. His parents lived somewhere else in town and they left him alone to do what he pleased. I was envious of him. I wanted my parents to let me live the way I wanted to also.

"James had a party going all the time. There were always people at his house drinking or using. I was happy to be included. The first time I ever got drunk was with James and Victoria. They had another friend Laurent that was around a lot too. I didn't really know him very well.

"Every night we would sit around and drink. Victoria continued to mess with me. I was a little confused why James didn't seem to care, but I was so messed up most of the time I didn't care either.

"One night Victoria and I were sitting on the couch in the house and everyone else was outside in the backyard. We had been drinking pretty heavily and I remember I was feeling really sleepy. She asked me if I wanted to try something new. Of course I did.

"She told me to open my mouth and she placed a small pill on my tongue. I swallowed it with something that she handed me. I seriously didn't know what was going on. I was almost already 'black out' drunk. Then, she started kissing me. I knew that she was James' girlfriend, but I didn't care at that point."

He stopped talking and looked at me to gauge my reaction and continued.

"Things started to get fuzzy and my head was spinning. All I remember after that are flashes. I must have passes out off and on. I regained consciousness at one point to find that I was practically naked. My shirt was off and my pants were undone and she was still with me. Then the next thing I know I'm laying in my front lawn and everything is fucking hilarious all of a sudden. That was the night that I ended up in the hospital and had my stomach pumped."

"Y- you slept with Victoria?" I stammered.

He looked at me with pleading eyes and almost whispered. "I'm not sure. I don't remember."

Oh. My. God. I was so mad. Not at Edward, but at that girl. She clearly took advantage of him. I swear if I ever see her again I will commit murder. How dare she treat my Edward like that! My mind was going a mile a minute with this information, and not until I felt the couch shift did I realize I had been silent and not looked at Edward.

He got up and started to walk away. I grabbed his hand and pulled him back down to the couch. "I told you that you wouldn't like what you heard." He said and started to leave the couch again.

"No. I don't like it." I told him and I straddled his legs so that he couldn't escape from me. "I'm sorry that she did that to you." I said taking his face in my hands. "She knew what she was doing. She knew you were drunk and she drugged you. You didn't stand a chance."

So many emotions were running through his face. Fear, disgust, worry, shame, and finally love. He wrapped his arms around me and squeezed me so tight. I returned the embrace by putting my arms around his neck.

Edward started kissing my neck and shoulder and I could feel the wetness of his tears on my skin. I pulled my head back and I started kissing his lips with as much passion as I had for him.

My hands went from his face, down his neck and chest. I slowly started to unbutton his shirt. Our lips broke apart and I continued kissing his face and neck.

Once his shirt was completely unbuttoned, I slid my hands under and pushed it off of his shoulders revealing his perfect chest to me.

With my forehead to his, I watched as my fingers slid over his skin and giggled at his ticklishness when I skimmed my fingertips over his stomach.

With his hands on my waist, he gripped the hem of my shirt and I lifted my arms over my head so that he could remove it. In one swift motion my shirt was over my head and on the floor next to us. I felt him reach behind me and slide his hands up my back and over my bra. When he got a confused look on his face I threw my head back and laughed.

When I regained my composure I gave him a mischievous grin and brought both of my hands to the front of my bra and snapped the clasp open but held it closed. Realization dawned on him and he laughed at himself but stopped short when I let go of my bra and shrugged it off on to the floor behind me.

This wasn't the first time he had seen me topless, but this time we were going slower and the living room light was on. My face burned with my blush.

"You're beautiful Bella." He breathed before touching my breast. He placed light kisses over the path that his hand was taking, and when he reached my nipple and took it into his mouth, I closed my eyes and arched my back into him.

He looked up at me and I brought my lips to his in another searing kiss. His hands went for the button of my pants and I did the same. I pulled away from him and stood between his legs to remove my pants and underwear. He sat forward on the couch and ran his hands from my waist over my hips and down the front of my thighs and back up the back of my legs and over my bottom. He kissed my hip bone and skimmed his nose across to the opposite side and kissed there too.

Feeling that we were a bit uneven in the clothes area, I leaned over and finished unbuttoning his pants. He lifted his hips off of the couch and I tugged his pants and boxers to his knees before he kicked them off the rest of the way. He sat back on the couch and I placed my knees on either side of his legs. His hands went immediately to my thighs and I reached out and touched him for the very first time.

He let out an audible hiss and threw his head back against the couch. I smiled at the reaction I got just by barely touching my fingertips to him. I leaned my head into the crook of his neck and wrapped my hand around him and began to watch myself stroke him. I must have been doing something right because his fingers dug into my thighs and he moaned into my hair.

Just after a few seconds he pushed my hands away and came into his own palm. I raised my head to look at his face. He was breathing heavily and his facial features were smooth and relaxed. He opened his eyes and lifted his head to look at me. "So…what are you gonna do with that." I smirked and shifted my eyes to his hand when I said 'that'. I held onto his side and leaned over to the end table and grabbed the Kleenex box that was there and held it up to him.

After cleaning himself up we began kissing again. "Make love to me Edward." I said into his lips. He started to shift to get up, but I pushed him back into the couch. "Here." I told him and he nodded.

Since I was still straddling him, I grabbed his shoulders and lifted up on my knees hovering over him. "Help me." I whispered to him. He held himself with one hand and guided me onto him with his hand on my hip.

When I woke up the next morning we were both still naked but I was way more comfortable than if we were still on the couch. Half of my body was draped over Edward and he had his arms around me.

I opened my eyes to find that we were in our bed upstairs. I smiled thinking that Edward had to have carried me up here after we had fallen asleep together on the couch after our evening of 'love making'. I smiled at the memory.

I was brought out of my daydream by a loud knock on the door and the ringing of the doorbell. We have a doorbell? Huh? I didn't even know.

"Edward." The bell rang again. "Edward!" I said more frantically. He opened one eye to look at me.

"Hmmm?" He hummed and closed his eye again.

"Someone's at the door!" He opened both eyes now and sat up a little.

Knock. Knock. Knock.

He groaned but got up nonetheless. He picked up a pair of jeans that were lying on the floor and put them on and headed down the stairs.

I crawled out of bed noticing the burn in my thigh muscles from last night's activities. I pulled on his t-shirt and put on some underwear from my dresser drawer. I went to the edge of the loft and looked down over the ledge.

Four men came in with one huge crate and another smaller one. Edward looked at the invoice that the men gave him and he gestured to an open area of the living room next to the window wall. Edward turned and looked up at me from below with a gigantic lop-sided smile on his face.

The men started unpacking the crate with small crow bars. Once opened and I saw what was inside my heart swelled and I clapped my hands over my mouth in surprise.

Carlisle and Esme had a piano delivered to us. They had said that we should be expecting a delivery today. I had no idea that this is what it was going to be.

After an hour or so the men finished and left the loft. I ran downstairs and hugged Edward from behind.

"I can't believe they sent you a piano." I almost shouted.

Edward walked forward and bent over to look under one side of the instrument. "It's not just any piano Bella, it's mypiano." He said in awe. "See under here?" He pointed under the side and I crawled under to see. "My initials, EAC. I put them there when I was ten. This is my piano."