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"Stupid, motherfucking thing." I watched in amusement as Emmett hacked away at the sand, trying to get the golf ball out of the sand trap it was stuck in. You could hardly see him through the cloud of sand and dirt spraying out in every direction.

"Hey, Em," I called out, "You might want to just pick up the ball before you create a crater in the ground and Carlisle has to pay for the damages." He flipped me off and threw his golf club to the ground. "This game sucks," He muttered. His face was all red and he wiped a hand across his forehead, "Who's idea was it to come out here on what seems to be the hottest day of the year?" He complained.

I chuckled, "Blame mum and her great plan to get Bella to spill all of my secrets." He huffed. Just then, my dad walked up.

"What happened over there?" He said pointing all the sand that had been spread onto the course. I pointed at Emmett, "Ask Tiger Woods," I said dryly. Emmett hit my shoulder, "Hey, you just called me a sex addict. Have some respect little brother." I rolled my eyes and rubbed the place where he had hit me. I never knew why he insisted on calling me his little brother. He was my brother-in-law.

"Whatever, not everyone spends their Saturday painting their nails and watching gossip shows." He flipped me off again, "I thought you getting laid would put you in a better mood. Maybe you're not doing it right. Maybe that's why Angela cheated on you. You do know where everything goes right?"

I narrowed my eyes at him; he did not just go there. He tilted his head to the side, "Yeah, I went there," he said tauntingly. My jaw clenched and I pulled up my club so that it was over my head, ready to smash him into a million pieces. Dad stood between us spreading his arms so that we couldn't get to each other. "Stop it, the both of you," he ordered and I slowly lowered the club and threw it on the ground.

I shrugged and let a smirk spread across my face, "Just so you know, I know exactly where everything goes and I make sure I go there very often. You don't know half the stuff I get up to in the bedroom."

They both stared and me for a minute before Emmett smirked, "What's that supposed to mean? Rose knows something, but she won't tell me." Fuck! I had been set up. He had pressed my buttons on purpose just so I would blow up and spill.

"Nothing," I said defensively.

Dad raised his eyebrow, "Can I ask a question?"

I shrugged slightly suspicious. Sometimes he was as worse as my mother was, "Sure."

"Was she the one who gave you those scratch marks all down your back a while back," I thought for a second on how to answer that. If I said yes, then it slightly contradicted the story Bella had concocted about how we took our relationship slowly...but on the other hand, I am sure, my secret would come out eventually and I would be nice to tell someone…

"Can I trust you two?" I said conspiratorially. They moved closer, "Of course. Spill!" Emmett said sounding like I was going to tell him the biggest gossip that he had ever heard. I swear that sometimes he turns into a girl.

"This is special circle." My dad added. I smiled thinking about all the times are 'special circle' had been infiltrated, "No telling mum." I clarified and they both nodded.

I took a deep breath, "Mine and Bella's...relationship...didn't exactly start how we said it did."

"I knew it." Emmett declared triumphantly. I rolled my eyes and hit around the back of his head, "I'm not done assphat." He immediately quieted and I quickly went through the options of how I was supposed to say this without sounding like a complete pervert.

"Well, you know how I was after Angela dumped me..."

"A complete recluse?" Emmett said interrupting me. I gave him a look. "Will you let me finish? Do you want to hear this or not?" He put his hands up defensively, "Sorry man," I shook my head, "As I was saying. I was kind of depressed after Angela left." Emmett snorted and I decided to ignore him. "And…I was searching the Internet one night and I came across something intriguing..."

"Bella's a porn star isn't she?" Emmett interrupted once again looking like an excited kid. I gave him a condescending look, "No, Bella isn't a porn star. She's a Domme," I muttered the last part so low that I doubted they heard. Even I had trouble hearing it and I was the one speaking.

"She's a what?" Dad asked his face scrunched up trying to figure out what I said. I took a deep breath, "I got really stressed with work and I went on the Internet one night... and yes…I was looking at porn Emmett. I watched this video and it included BDSM. I met Bella through an Internet BDSM forum and she became my Domme. That's why I wear this all the time." I lifted my wrist up to their shocked faces. After what seemed like forever, Emmett grabbed my arm and yanked it towards him.

"You have to be fucking kidding me." He muttered as he stared at it intently. My dad moved to peer closely at it as well.

"So the I.S. stands for her name?" He asked. I nodded, "Yeah, Isabella Swan."

I was surprised that they hadn't gone ape shit on me. Then again, I think they were still in shock.

"How come you don't call her Mistress all the time?" That question obviously came from Emmett. I rolled my eyes, "I only call her Mistress when we are in a scene. Out of a scene, we are what they call 'vanilla'. We only started a relationship out of the playroom around a month ago. There was a whole blow up before because our Domme/Sub relationship got mixed up when she jumped me in the shower and then I kissed her while she was fucking me on her desk..." They raised their eyebrows at that.

I shrugged and waved my hand absently, "We were role-playing," I said in explanation.

Their eyebrows just seemed to keep on climbing and I mentally hit myself. I was getting off subject. "Anyway she decided to discontinue it and I didn't see her for like a month, but one day I just went over to give her back my everyday collar." I waved my arm at them so that they what I was talking about. "In the end it turned out that I went out with her once years ago, when I was seventeen. So we ended up spending the weekend at her place and you could say that the rest is history."

My dad stared at me for a moment looking confused, "So...you're telling me that your girlfriend, that lovely woman we met the other week, is actually a leather wearing, whip holding, Domme who you Sub for?" I nodded slowly gauging his reaction carefully. As much as my father was a calm man, he had his moments.

He shrugged," Meh, you could have done worse. At least you decided to pursue a relationship with her." My eyes bugged out of my head, "What?" He didn't even seem bothered.

"Well to honest son, your mother and I always knew you were a little different. I mean if you look at your taste in women, you can see that you always seem to go for the sweet, yet aggressive type. I mean look at Angela, she always had you running around after her. Tanya, she had you by the balls. I think that this will actually help balance out your relationship with Bella. I mean it's like you have the reigns in daily life, but as soon as the door closes you can relax and let someone else be in charge, without it life can be very stressful."

I stared at him with my eyebrows raised. He sounded like he knew a little too much on this subject. I quickly cut that train of thought off; I didn't need to have that running through my head right now. "Um...okay. Thanks," he nodded and motioned for the cabbie to come over and pick up his clubs.

Emmett sidled up to me as we started walking back to the country club, "So...what's it like?" I could tell he was barely containing himself by the way his was practically skipping. I shrugged and let a sly grin spread across my face, "You have no idea just how good it is," I said, "I mean the things that woman does to my body…," I trailed off not wanting to say too much.

"How do you balance it all though. I mean I know you said that you have 'scenes' but where does the line go between scenes and just...you know…," I nodded knowing exactly what he was talking about. My thoughts drifted to what happened just two days ago on Friday

I slid the key into the lock and opened the door to her apartment hoping that maybe she was not in. "You're late," Her clear voice carried across the room from where she was sitting in a pair of grey sweats and a t-shirt reading a book. She didn't even bother looking up at me. It was safe to say she was pissed. I looked up at the clock on the wall and cringed, it was seven. I was meant to be here for our scene at five. I was in deep shit.

"I'm sorry love. I got held up at work." She flipped a page before looking up at me with a steely gaze, "So…I presume it would hurt so much just to pick up a phone and call?" I grimaced at her tone. She held my gaze for a second, "That's what I thought." She threw her book down and walked past me into the kitchen.

I sighed and ran a hand through my hair, "Come on Bella. I said I was sorry." I said following her into the kitchen where she was standing near the sink. She placed her hands flat on the counter before spinning around. "You don't get it Edward. Sorry just is not enough. You can't just..." She huffed and cursed under her breath before her shoulders sagged.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. I knew this would happen and yet I did it anyway. I am so stupid sometimes! God…what was I thinking?" She pushed past me and went into her bedroom closing the door behind her.

I stood still in the kitchen for a second before walking over to her door and knocking. "Bella?" I called quietly. I thought I heard some sniffling coming from the other side of the door and I suddenly felt like shit. A first class asshole.

I opened her door slowly to see her sitting cross-legged on the bed facing away from my with a pillow clutched to her chest. "Fuck off Edward," she muttered burying her head further into the pillow. I was kind of starting to realize that maybe this was more than just the fact that I was late. "Talk to me Bella or shout at me, either is good," she chuckled slightly before sniffing.

I walked over and sat down next to her. She looked at me with tear tracts on her cheek and smiled weakly, "It's fine I'm just hormonal," I frowned, hormonal. She must have seen my expression because she clarified, "My period starts tomorrow."

I managed to hold back a grimace at that and concentrate on the important thing, "Are you going to tell me why you're really mad at me?" She shrugged and looked away, "I just…," she muttered and turned to face me. She took both my hands in hers and looked down at them, "I don't find it easy expressing myself so just...you know bare with me."

She took a deep breath, "When I'm with you I let myself go and I can just be me, because I know you accept me for who I am, as I accept your weird quirks and all. However, I feel out of control and I thrive on being in control, hence the reason I am a Domme. Today is like one of the only days I get to take back some control and you didn't show up. How do you think that made me feel? I feel like I am not controlling you...that sounded wrong. What I mean is that when you come over on a Friday you are under my control and I like that, but you showing up two hours makes me think that maybe one day you just will not show up at all. I know it's probably the hormones talking, but sometimes I feel that the only thing keeping you with me is the fact that I'm your Domme so when you didn't turn up, I felt like that maybe you got bored of me or something and just decided not to show up."

I was quiet all through her declaration and I felt really bad about not calling her to say that I would be late. "Come here." I said and I pulled her into my lap. She snuggled into me clutching at my shirt as if I would disappear. I should have really considered her feelings more in this situation. I mean I always thought that Bella was a strong woman that seemed to know everything and that obviously was not the case.

No one knew everything. I felt my shirt start to get wet and I held her close and ran a hand through her hair, "Shhhh its fine. I am not going to leave you. I'm sorry I was an idiot and didn't call you and you may punish me in any way you see fit," she sniffled into my shirt, "Thank you."

She pulled back and looked up at me and I have never seen someone look so lost. I gathered her face between my hands and kissed her gently. "I will never leave you Bella. I love you," her breath hitched in her throat and her eyes widened. "What?" She whispered and I looked her straight in the eye. "I love you. I have ever since that day you told me how I knew you and you became my girlfriend."

She looked in my eyes deeply for a long time, "I know it's stupid and I know it's too soon to even feel like this, but I love you too."

AN: Hand me a tissue. I'm getting all teary. Damn! I'm turning into a softy. It's all these movies I've been watching. So whatcha think? Good? Review! Once I hit two hundred reviews I'm doing a Bella pov of spa day with Esme so get reviewing!