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Temptation Isle

"What's all this for, beautiful. Did I wear you out last night and you needed a big breakfast?" It took all I had not to choke on my coffee when he smirked at me. Edward, I love you, but you are so delusional that I don't know if you can make it back from whatever lala land you currently reside in.

With one last gulp of air I decided the best thing would be just to put it out there and see what the reaction was. No time like the present.

"Edward, there's something I need to tell you…"

Chapter Two

"You did what?" Edward asked, his tone incredulous.

Yeah, when I thought about it, it did sound pretty bad.

"I can handle the fact that you thought we needed a holiday. Hell, I think that we need it too. I can also admit that maybe we need to work on the physical aspect of our relationship. But Christ, Bella. A holiday purely designed to put us in compromising situations with singles. That is just crazy." Edward had been pulling on his hair all morning and he now resembled a good luck troll. You know, those little troll dolls that used to be popular and had crazy hair that you rubbed for good luck.

"It seemed like a really good idea at the time. They only had one spot left and I didn't want to miss out, so I just booked it before someone else snatched it up." My lame response didn't seem to appease him. In fact, it just seemed to spur him on.

"A really good idea, huh? Tell me, what's so good about it? Meeting single men that you can have a fling with or is this some half assed way of telling me that I'm not who you want anymore? Bella, you've got to talk to me and let me know what's going on in that head of yours." Edward looked torn between angry and upset, both reactions that I fully expected of him given the circumstances.

"Edward, it's not about meeting someone else, or about getting out of our relationship. I really think that it sounds like fun and might just put a little spark back into our relationship. You know that I have been trying to talk to you about this for quite a while now, and…"

"This is about intimacy, isn't it?" Edward cut me off. "You know that I've been working all sorts of hours and am constantly tired these days, Bella. I thought that you understood that, but I guess I was wrong," he said. My first instinct was to feel guilt, but we'd had this conversation before and Edward always shut down before any real answers could be achieved.

"Sex, Edward. I think that's the word you are looking for. You can't even say the word, let alone have a conversation about it. What happened to the days where you couldn't get enough of me, the nights where we did everything but sleep. I miss it – I miss you," I whispered the last part, and I wondered if this was the time that he would actually open up to me. If now he would actually take this seriously.

"I can't talk about this with you right now, I need to go out for a bit. I'm serious, Bella. I'm not going on this stupid trip and I hope that you can get your money back, because there is no chance in hell that I am going to some hook up island with you. Forget it," and with that Edward threw on the first clothes that he saw and stormed out of our apartment. So much for talking it through.

The rest of the day dragged as I sat on our couch. After I watched many hours of mind numbing television and drank glass after glass of wine, I stumbled to the bedroom and fell asleep.

When I woke the next morning, I noticed three things. The first was that Edward didn't come home last night. I couldn't for the life of me remember a time that he hadn't come home after an argument, and it certainly didn't sit well with me.

The second was that he hadn't even tried to contact me. I double checked my phone for any missed calls or messages, and was surprised to find that I had none. Again, it was totally unlike Edward, and it served to make me even more worried and annoyed than I initially was.

And last but not least but was the time on my alarm clock. Damn it, I was already late for work. Combined with shower and travel time it would be around ten when I walked through the doors, two whole hours after my start time. My fucking boss was going to have kittens. Or should I say puppies, because she was, after all, a bitch.

"Shit," I mumbled to myself as I finally made it to the office, the work already piled high. Just I reached my desk with the hope that no one noticed my tardiness, I heard the she devil herself clear her throat.

"My, my, Ms. Swan, what time do you call this?" Renata grumbled as she looked down her nose at me. How she managed to do it, I do not know. She stood three inches shorter than me, but still appeared to look down. That is some freaky voodoo shit right there.

"Well, it's not lunch time – yet. And I know for sure it's not party time..." I started against my better judgment. The lady – and I use that term very loosely – clicked her tongue at me, like I was a wayward child in need of a good spanking. Well, in truth I was – in need of a good spanking that is. Just not from the troll standing in front of me. Come to think of it, if I were regularly getting a good spanking I would not be in the position that I was now. I wouldn't have needed a holiday to some sordid island, would never had fought with Edward and I would have been on time for work this morning. Complete with a post all-spanked-out smile on my face.

Yeah, so it's a bit of a stretch to blame it all on Edward, but hey, if the shoe fits…wear it. And these definitely had his size elevens all over it.

"Isabella, you have deadlines to meet, calls to make, and do I need to remind you that I am still waiting on your ideas for a feature. You have until three this afternoon to pitch me some ideas and get on top of your game, or I'm going to have to take a little trip down to human resources to sort some things out. Do I make myself clear, Ms. Swan."

"Crystal," I responded. Not only did I have three days worth of work, calls and filing to be done, but I also had to get back to her with my story ideas. Of which I had approximately…zero. Fucking balls, today would not be my finest.

I skipped lunch, and by one o'clock I had roughly a quarter of my work done. I knew that I would be at the office until late that night, so I headed to the staff room to get myself a cup of coffee.

"Hey, Bells, where you been all day? We missed you at lunch." Jane said as she poured us both a cup.

"Yeah, you missed a hell of a laugh. Jane here told us all about her friend who went to that holiday place, it cracked us up. I mean, what desperados go to places like that?" Alec butted in.

Oh, shit.

"I already mentioned it to Bella, but I hadn't yet spoken to Lisa about the details. Turns out, she left the island early. She was heartbroken over the fact that it ended her three-year relationship with her boyfriend. While she thought it would make him realize what he had with her, he seemed to have found something better with someone else." Jane just shrugged her shoulders and continued to get something out of the fridge.

"You should hear some of the stories, Bells. Apparently, one night, they stage this party for the guys and single girls, which sounds fine right? Except the guys weren't counting on the fact that their partners were also at the same party, just hidden by two way glass where they got to watch everything that went down. And let me just tell you, Lisa definitely didn't appreciate the things – or should I say person – that went down on her boyfriend that night," Alec cackled, very pleased with himself and his play on words.

What the fuck had I got myself into? There is no way that Edward would do that to me, right? Then again, I never thought that he would stay out all night and not contact me either. The queasiness in my stomach had nothing to do with the fact that I hadn't eaten lunch, or breakfast for that matter.

Jane went to leave the lunchroom with Alec, but I pulled her back just before she reached the door.

"Can I talk to you for a second," I asked her. I wasn't sure if I wanted to confide my utter stupidity to her. Jane was a good friend, but I really didn't want to be the butt of office jokes and wasn't sure if I could trust her to keep anything to herself.

"Is there anything else she said about this place? Did any of the other couples have any problems?" I wanted information and I needed to be prepared. That is, if I even ended up going on this stupid fucking holiday anyway.

"Um, sure. She had loads of stories. Not a lot were good though, and she'd probably kill me if she knew that I told anyone. She's a bit embarrassed about even booking the holiday actually. I can totally understand, I mean, what did she really expect was going to happen? Who would really book something like that?"

"I did," I responded quietly, suddenly totally engrossed in my shoes. Oh look, they need a polish.

"Excuse me, what did you just say?" Jane quizzed me.

I was sure that she heard me, but just couldn't believe what I had said.

"I said, I did." With eyes closed I waited for the jokes, and when none came I cracked one to look at her.

"I don't understand. Why?" Yeah, if I bloody knew that, then I would pass the information on. It makes two of us that don't understand now. Well, three actually, if you included Edward.

I racked my brain for a suitable answer, and as I was about to confess everything, Jane's gasp stopped me in my tracks.

"That's genius, Bells. What did the wicked witch think?" she asked me, but I was beyond baffled by the turn in conversation.

"Um, yeah, I guess, and I don't know yet," I answered, as I still tried to figure it out. I knew the wicked witch referred to our boss, but couldn't quite connect the dots.

"So you haven't pitched it to her yet? You know, she will totally love this idea. It will have drama, backstabbing and the sleaze factor – it's right up her alley. I just want to know, how on earth did you convince Ed to go with you? He doesn't strike me like the type of guy who would enjoy that sort of thing." Jane paused as she looked at my stunned face before she continued. " Although I do know that he would do just about anything for you, and if it helped you out for your article, I'm sure he's all for it. Way to go, Bella." Thank you baby Jesus.

"Yeah, when you mentioned it last week, I thought to myself, 'you know Bella, that would be a cracking idea for an article.' I just hope Renata likes the idea, because I've got a hold on a spot for next week." Please don't strike me down; it's only a small stretch of the truth.

Ok, it's a total lie, but if it saves me some dignity then I am all for it. Hell to the yeah.

"Good luck, I'm sure it will be a go for next week. Congrats on a great idea, Bells. Should be one hell of an article. You just make sure that Ed knows it's only for research sake – don't want him getting any funny ideas." She walked off laughing to herself, and I caught her saying something about Edward and his inability to even look at another woman. I hoped like hell that she was on to something there.

By eight that night, I had roughly half of my work done, and one very enthusiastic boss texting me all sorts of ideas for the story. She had fallen for it, hook, line and sinker and I just hoped that I could salvage my relationship as I had my job.

When I had finally had enough of filing, I headed home and was surprised to find Edward in the kitchen. He had a meal plated for me, and popped it in the oven when he saw me come through the front door.

"I'm sorry for yesterday, Bella," he said as he placed my meal on the dining room table.

"What for? Was it for refusing to talk to me and then storming out of here? Are you sorry for not coming home? Or could it be that you're apologizing to me for not letting me know where you were that whole time or even that you were ok?" As much as I shouldn't have sprung my surprise on him, I still didn't deserve the silent treatment for almost two days. Two whole days, now I was just plain angry.

"Two whole fucking days, Edward." Explain that, please.

"Look, I'm sorry for it all, Bell. You kind of took my surprise, you know. I went from being excited when you mentioned a holiday, to gobsmacked when you said where we going. Then I was just plain angry and confused, I really didn't know how I felt and I just needed to get away, to think about it all," he finally answered me.

"Where the hell where you? Please talk to me, I don't want to keep having to ask you questions, Edward." It was going to be a hell of a long night, and I didn't want to keep having to butt in to get a response.

"I drove around for a bit, and ended up at a bar just down the road from my parent's place. One glass led to two, which led to a bottle and then there was no way that I could drive home, so I walked to my folks and crashed for the night. Of course, Mom and Dad had a million questions for me the next morning. None of which I answered honestly, you'll be pleased to know. Not sure how conversations would go over Sunday lunch if they knew all the details," he chuckled.

I had to join in and laugh a little myself. Edward's parents were the epitome of uptight. They were lovely people, but weekends consisted of golf and brunch at the local country club and a scandal was when someone was spotted in last season's couture. Not sure how they would take their son's girlfriend planning a sordid holiday to an island of sin and debauchery. Yeah, the less said, the better.

"So after they grilled me, I had to rush to the office before coming home so I wasn't too late. Didn't really matter though, I was late anyway and was bogged down with patients the entire day. Totally skipped lunch and I didn't get home until an hour before you did. That's why I didn't call. I really wanted to, but I had no time, well time to talk properly anyway. And I think this conversation needed to take place in person." He looked nervous, and that totally didn't sit well with me.

"Oh, god. You're going to break up with me aren't you?" I knew it, I pushed and pushed and he had finally jumped over that ledge. You know, the one of a really tall building that he would jump from rather than deal with my crap anymore.

"What, no. Of course I don't want that, I love you, Bella. And that means all of you. From your mess in every part of the house, to your ability to fall down while walking straight ahead and even your - sometimes insane - ideas. I also trust you, and if you think that this is a good idea, then I will go along with it. Not happily of course, but I'll do it. For you." Oh, thank God. He's not leaving me, and he was the most incredibly understanding boyfriend on the face of the planet.

I jumped up out of my seat and threw myself in his arms.

"We won't regret this, Edward. I trust you completely, and it could be just the thing that we need," I mumbled into his neck. "And by the way, I'm going to be covering our holiday for an article at work, so all costs are going to be taken care of. The best part is, even if people do find out where we went, we now have a very valid excuse."

I smiled up at him and kissed his neck, while all the time I plotted getting him into bed to take advantage of my sexy and incredible boyfriend. What? Make up sex is meant to be wild, and I fully intended on cashing in.

"E, let's forget dinner and go straight to bed. I know of a great way that you could make it up to me," I called out as I sauntered toward our bedroom.

"Not tonight, Bells. I'm exhausted and I really just need to get some sleep." I looked back at him in surprise. I can't believe after everything that had happened he would pull the tired card. So was fucking I, but this was way more important.

He walked up to me to whisper in my ear. "Rain check," he said as he walked straight into the bathroom and closed the door.

Rain check, my ass.

That rain check lasted until the night before we were due to leave for the island, and only then did he cash in because I bugged him so much. I don't know why I bothered. Five minutes of my life were gone that I could have totally used more wisely, like say with my trusty friend hidden in the back of the closet. So sad, but oh so true.

I fell asleep that night, satisfied, but not thanks to Edward. This trip could change so many things for us, and I hoped like fuck that they changed for the better, or things were about to get very, very awkward.

Awkward, indeed. Understatement of the year.

A/N: So, things are about to get very interesting indeed. Next chapter...THE ISLAND!

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Bebe