The Red Line

by WinndSinger

Edward is an exotic male dancer. Bella is a college student studying psychology and needs a subject to do her thesis on. Bella pays Edward to belong to her for 2 weeks so she can study him. Things soon get very interesting between them.

6. Count me in as one of your Friends

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*Notes: Thanks first to all you guys for the wonderful reviews! I am so happy everyone likes this story so much! I love writing it and there will be lots of twists and turns that I hope you all enjoy.

Yes, James Bella's psych teacher is James from Twilight. Whether he will be evil or not remains to be seen. No, you have to wait for that. Sorry!

And I am so impressed by you, too, latuacatante4him. Very good, you caught that little hint I hid in there about Edward's 3pm phone call. More about that will be coming up but I just wanted to say good job spotting that! I thought no one would notice it. Good eye!

I hope no one gets bored during the therapy session chapters. But that is where we will see more of Edward's story and how he became the way he is. Bear with me through those chapters and the ones during Edward's time will more than make up for any boring parts. But I am working hard to keep it fun and interesting. If I go wrong, please review and let me know. Thanks !

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BPOV

Class is over now and I'm standing here at Dr. Collier's desk, letting him look over a list of questions and things I want to discuss with Edward. James is saying nothing right now, he is looking over my work and I am counting the seconds until I can see Edward again.

I looked at the clock over his head on the wall. 1:06pm. Edward is half naked somewhere right now, in a room full of horny women. They're probably groping his body in the most disgusting ways. God, I'm jealous.

James began to make a couple notes in my book, and began talking.

"You should ask him if there's ever been any sexual abuse in his past." He said as he wrote, not looking up at me yet, "Also, any substance abuse…drugs, alcohol…something that helps him cope with what he does. Does he do women AND men? Any homosexual activities?"

Oh my God. I am feeling sick just hearing him tell me to ask Edward these things. And do I want to hear the answers to these questions? I wish I had the guts to tell James the whole story with Edward and I and ask for his advice. Although, he'd probably tell me to get my money back and ask Edward to leave and just study him in a professional way. My grade would be screwed, not to mention my life if Edward left now.

"You okay, Bella?" James made eye contact with me now.

"Yea, fine." I smiled and perked myself up, acting like I was just concentrating.

"One other thing I was curious about…" I cleared my throat, "He says things like I love your hair, I love your skin, I love, I love, I love all the time. I figured that means he is most likely just saying all those things women want to hear, right? Like, he probably doesn't mean it when he says those things to women."

James smirked at me and looked across the room.

"Probably not." He replied, confirming my suspicions, "But he might be so far gone that he actually BELIEVES what he's saying, but he loves everyone. He has probably grown used to saying those lines and making those faces that make women believe he's sincere that now…he doesn't know what he loves, really. He loves it all because he has to. To survive in his life, he has to find every woman attractive, he has to smile at all of them, let them touch him, make them believe that he loves their attentions. You should ask him about that, but I will bet he falls under the category of not realizing that he's even doing it. It's become ingrained into his personality."

"Wow." I felt tears in my eyes and blinked them back. Not now.

"I don't know if I'm good enough to help him." I admitted, looking down at my opened notebook, "I want to. He's such a sweet person, really."

"You can only do so much, Bella." James said to me with understanding in his voice, "You're a student but…after you have done what you can, you can recommend some doctors that are brilliant. I'll give you their names. This Edward can go see them if he chooses to. But it is his choice. He may not want to. But your assignment is not to help anyone. You're not ready for that, Bella. Just study what you see and write about it. Don't try to do anything. You could cause more damage than good. But you are good, Bella. This is a complicated person you've chosen to work on but I believe you can do it and do it right. But I also know you're very caring. You must turn that off here, Bella. Do not get too involved with him. And if anything goes wrong or if he starts to act weird or creepy in any way, call me. You have my number, still?"

"Yes, it's in my cell." I nodded. Every student has his number in case of an emergency with their subject.

"Good." He looked over my notes again and asked, "And your questions are good, too. Is there anything else you want to ask me?"

I had lots more to ask him but that would mean telling him about my relationship with Edward, if that's what you call it when you pay someone to give you orgasms. I was on my own and I knew it. I even didn't know if I could trust Rosalie and Alice with this information. I love them but I feel dirty telling them about us. Those moments are private, only for Edward and myself.

"Well, I was also going to try that word association exercise you told us about." I informed.

"Good, good!" James' eyes lit up a bit, "I think you'll be surprised what you can find out from just one word. Let me know after you do it what you got."

"I will." I smiled a little, "Thank you, Dr. Collier. I appreciate your help."

"Anytime for you, Bella." James picked up his leather briefcase off his desk, about to walk out behind me, "Have a good day and see you tomorrow."

"Okay. Bye." I grinned and walked out of the empty classroom, rushing to meet my girls for lunch in the cafeteria.

EPOV

I always wonder what these cab drivers think when I'm sitting in the back seat, dressed as a cop. Maybe that my police cruiser broke down or that I got my car stolen? He probably doesn't even give a fuck, why do I care what he thinks?

"You can drop me off here." I said firmly, not wanting to be dropped off right in front of the house. I paid my fare, giving a generous tip and put my mirror cop sunglasses on. The cab pulled over, stopped and I got out, placing my policeman hat over my hair, hiding it's tousled, gelled appearance.

I have seen some other dancers' cop uniforms and most of them are really cheesy. Mine is not. I have a real uniform, bought from a true police uniform supply company.

Dark navy blue pants, the leather belt that held gun, flashlight and nightstick, the powder blue shirt with the real NYPD patches on the sides of my long sleeves. The navy blue tie, the golden pins that go on my collar that bear four letters, NYPD. I had to admit, I loved looking this way. I felt almost like a cop, like a hero. But I'm not a hero, I'm the bad guy. Impersonating an officer. Wearing oil and body glitter and a g-string under this noble outfit. Yes, I know, I am going to hell. Tell me something I don't know.

Hell, I even have a real badge in a leather holder in my back pocket. I have the whistle, I even have a real gun, unloaded of course, but who knows that?

I hated to ever look fake when I was doing a job and women appreciated that attention to detail. Looking at me now, you couldn't tell that I was just a stripper playing the part of a cop. I looked the part completely. All I was missing was the police car. Oh well, maybe Santa will deliver on that wish someday.

Maybe I'll wear this getup back to Bella's today and scare her a little. That would be fun, if she doesn't freak out or anything.

God, she's a lot of fun. I felt myself smiling as I walked a couple more blocks to the house I was due at soon. I don't know when I've laughed like that last but once I started, I couldn't stop. And then she looked so cute, pretending to be mad at me, yelling at me even. But I know she's not mad at me.

She is just…sad for me. And I can see that sometimes when she looks at me. She doesn't understand…and how could she? She's not a free and easy whore like I am and I'd never want her to be. And I will answer her questions if it means I can stay and sleep beside her and smell her hair and worship her body as it was meant to be worshipped. She is just starting to bloom and it is lovely to behold…for me.

Last night was amazing for me, not so much because I showered her and massaged her and pleasured her. All that WAS great and I enjoyed it all too much…but there was something more though. I don't know what it is but I like being around her.

I like talking to her, even if it's during those school therapy sessions she insists on us having. I wanted to tell her to give up on me, that I'm not worth helping, but she would never listen. She needed a grade on this so I will play along and tell her some juicy things about my past, but nothing I want to keep private, and help her get a good grade.

Then when my two weeks are over, I can go my way and she will go back to her life, hopefully a bit more confidant and experienced to know what she wants in a partner and be able to boldly go after it and enjoy her sensual side.

I will really miss her for awhile after this job is done. But I don't feel like I'm doing a job with her, I feel like I'm at my girlfriend's house hanging out. I had forgotten what that's like.

Don't get attached Edward, I scolded myself, don't get too involved. You did your romantic first night thing, now you have to see what's next.

Sexual intercourse is next. I almost took her this morning in the dry shower. Caught up in the moment of rescuing her from her little prison, I almost lost control of myself. Thank god she couldn't shut up, it made me wake up and realize what I was doing.

I had to wait for her to ask me for it. She is not great at saying what she needs and wants. God, she was trapped in the bathroom for 15 minutes today and wouldn't even ask me to help her. Stubborn. Willful. Challenging.

She didn't even say anything to me about Sponge Bob being on. She holds her tongue too much. I want her to tell me what to do, I want her to say what she wants.

For a minute I thought a miracle had happened and she had found her voice when she said she didn't want me to go to work today and to sit in the chair until she got home. Finally, something I could do that she had demanded and wanted! But she was just testing me to see what I would say.

Does she want me to get upset and yell and throw things? Maybe that is what she wants. I am so unsure with her at times. She is very difficult for me to read. I could ask her more today during my session with Dr. Bella.

One minute, she looks pleased with me, then the next minute, she looks sad or sorry for me, then she turns very quiet. That is the one I like least, when she says nothing. I am always afraid what's going on in that head of hers.

I know she wants to change me and take me out of the life I'm in but it's just impossible. I have accepted that. But she is very caring to try and get through to me. She really touched me when she was telling me that no one owned me, and I should be myself and stop acting. I really hope things don't go really off track and I'd have to leave the job early, I would hate that.

It's very different, being her toy part time then talking to her telling her all my secrets the rest of the time. How can I tell her private things that keep me sane while I work and then do them with her after I've told her all about it? It would hurt her and ruin the illusion and romance and I NEVER do that, not to anyone.

Not even to Raven and that lady is a killer in training. I should tell Bella about Raven, those are some true stories that even scare the shit out of ME. It would make a compelling chapter in her paper and throw her off the trails of my past hopefully.

I really do want to help her get a good grade…but I am not about to tell her my real story. I hate being pitied and there are certain doors I will never let her in, no matter how hard she pounds on them. They are all I really have left that are just mine.

This is the house, 2435 Agnes Lane. I can see cars parked all along the entire street. Yep, this is the bachelorette party. Only I hope they didn't think I was just going to come to the door and announce myself as the stripper. One thing Victoria taught me is acting and being different from the herd, putting my own special signature on things. This would be no different.

I checked my police radio and it was still up and working. Good.

I went to the back door not the front door, my fake gun in my hand.

I could hear a little music playing inside and I could see lots of women there, gifts, food. I grinned to myself, loving this part.

Quietly, I approached the back door and tried the knob. Open! They are mine.

"POLICE !! EVERYBODY ON THE FLOOR!!" I shouted in my most masculine cop voice, scaring the shit out of every living thing in the room.

Screams belted out of every single woman as I cocked the gun, my finger resting on the trigger as I took two more steps in, reeking of authority and power.

"NOW, I SAID, ON THE FLOOR!! ALL OF YOU!! GET DOWN AND STAY DOWN!! FACE DOWN!!" I commanded them, yelling louder as they all scrambled to the carpet like bank hostages.

I heard a couple of them giggling, knowing who I was and what I was there for, but most had no idea and were whimpering, looking afraid and nervous.

"QUIET!!" I barked, getting the silence I ordered.

Okay, about 30 women I noticed as I walked in further, standing over the bodies below. Good, a big number.

"Don't MOVE, any of you." I scowled, stepping around the still bodies. Younger girls, older women, thin, larger, they were all here, as always. And I would please them all, as always.

"What's going on here?!" I demanded, still wearing my sunglasses for effect.

"YOU!" I reached down with one hand and yanked gently on a blonde head of hair, raising her face up to me. She was grinning but her face was very pink, "What's going on in here?" I repeated, seething.

"A bachelorette party." She said in a little tiny voice.

"A WHAT?!" I frowned, acting as if I didn't believe her.

"A bachelorette party." She repeated and another woman said it too, beside her.

"WAS I TALKING TO YOU?!" I shouted at the one beside her and she began laughing, but I stayed in character.

"No, officer," the lady I yelled at replied obediently.

"Bachelorette party. You must think I'm stupid or something." I sneered in disbelief as I stood up, letting go of the woman I'd been interrogating. I am in control of the entire group, my gun still in my hand, pointed up at the ceiling for the moment.

"Which one of you is Anna Nickles?!" I asked, not yelling anymore but still very agitated. I was looking for my bride.

"Here." I heard an even smaller voice say from across the room and a couple other girls around the area also peeked up and were pointing at a brunette laying on her stomach.

"WHERE?" I barked, moving closer to them.

"Here." A young woman's voice said again, raising up her hand a little and then I found her. She was peeking up at me, her head turned towards me slightly, looking very nervous.

"You?!" I looked at her and asked. She nodded and I gently grabbed her long curly hair, not really pulling it, just for effect, "Get up!"

Her friends giggled and watched as I holstered my piece and grabbed a dining room chair, bringing it to the middle of the living room where all my prisoners were laying there, but all watching.

I put the chair down hard and moved her to it, shoving her down and barked, "SIT. You are in so much trouble, Anna."

More high pitched giggles…I was doing well so far. The poor bride was absolutely petrified, clearly not knowing what to expect from me next.

I kicked her feet apart roughly. She wore jeans and a nice blouse, very attractive, in her late 20's I would guess. She knows I'm her stripper now but I was not like a usual stripper. I play my part to perfection.

"Give me your hand." I went around behind her, and took out my real police handcuffs, doing it just as a cop would do, taking her right hand, bringing it behind her and slapping the cuff onto her wrist. She screamed out, surprised by this, and I got the other hand, bringing it back, slapping that cuff on too.

The entire room was now howling and laughing and laying on their stomachs watching intently. A couple of them called, "ANNA!! WOOOO!!!"

"Oh my GOD!!" Anna squealed, laughing, a bright shade of neon pink.

Poor Anna looked like she was going to have a heart attack. But all brides to be are like this. Not used to such things. About to be married, about to start a family of their own, about to see their handsome husband slowly turn into a couch potato, watching his hair fall out, watching his stomach get larger and larger. Poor women. They all had no fantasy in their lives, sadly, which is why I have such a high paying job.

I would be in her memories now, if I do my job right, when that happens to her.

Behind her, on the dining room table, I sat my "radio" down. There was an ipod in there and would play my list of songs I had set up for this party when I was ready for it. Not yet.

"QUIET I SAID!" I shouted at her and she bit her lips down hard, trying not to react out loud to me yet, "Anna Nickles. You are under arrest. You have the right to remain silent."

Of course, none of them remained silent. I had to raise my voice to get the rest of my speech out as I stared at her through my sunglasses sternly, tensing my jaw.

"Anything you say can and will be used against you in a court of law." I went on as Anna tried her best to keep a straight face.

"You have the right to have an attorney present now and during any future questioning." I continued firmly, withdrawing my nightstick and holding at my side, "If you cannot afford an attorney, one will be appointed to you free of charge if you wish. Do you understand these rights I have explained to you, Anna?"

"Yes." She said coyly.

"Good." I said curtly, crossing my arms, "Now why don't you confess to me what you've done and make it easier on yourself?"

"I haven't done ANYTHING." She replied, giggling as everyone else started cheering, laughing and screaming.

"Come on, Anna." I moved my nightstick up her right leg, along her inner thigh, getting howls from all the women now, including Anna's own squeals, "Don't make me get rough with you now. Tell me what you've done and maybe I'll have mercy on you."

More screams and laughter.

"Nothing! Nothing!!" Anna pleaded, her skin still aglow with fright as she smiled from ear to ear, "I swear, Mr. Officer, Sir. Really!"

Now she's being cute. Good girl.

"That's not the way Michael tells it." I informed. (Michael is the groom).

"What did HE say?!" Anna's eyes got larger as she laughed with all the other women there.

"He says you're a very bad girl, Anna." I stated, making my nightstick move up her breasts, slightly along the side of her as she struggled and kicked a bit, squealing and laughing.

"And I've been sent here to straighten you out properly. And I intend to do so." I said, full of authority.

WOOOOOOHHHH !!!! was all around me, and laughing, always laughing. Nervous reaction.

"And you will sit there quietly and take your punishment, do you hear me, Anna?" I went on, stroking her left inner thigh now with my nightstick, getting big loud reactions from everyone now.

"Perhaps if you behave to my satisfaction, I will release you. Is that clear?"

"Yes Sir." She said, almost making me smile. But her voice was still small and afraid.

"I said IS THAT CLEAR?!" I shouted in her face.

"YES!!" she screamed back, laughing right afterwards.

"Very good, Anna." I stroked her hair gently, then grabbed it a little hard, "Let's see how innocent you truly are, shall we?"

I put the nightstick in its strap on my belt and went around behind her now, hitting PLAY on my ipod/radio.

"MOM!" Anna laughed, kicking her leg a little bit, "HELP ME!"

"No way, baby, you're on your own!" Anna's mother laughed back at her.

Oh don't worry Mom, I'm going to get you later, too.

The wonderful guitar licks of Elvis' Jailhouse Rock began to play loudly as I moved back around in front of the bride.

Women were screaming everywhere as I took off the hat, and sat it on top of Anna's little head.

Screams, laughter.

Slowly, I removed my sunglasses next, letting my eyes look over the brim of them at Anna as they came off my nose. She smiled at me, liking me so far.

I hooked the arm of my sunglasses into the collar of her blouse and I took off the tie, slowly, a real knot, not a clip on tie. I curled the tie around her neck, playing with her long dark hair a little, giving a stroke to her cheek with the back of my hand.

More screaming. Anna was smiling up at me sweetly, now seeing my whole face. I just kept my eyes on her while I gave my cop shirt a tug, the buttons flying and the shirt opened.

Howling. Cheering. Laughing.

Slowly, I rolled my shoulders out of the sleeves, one at a time, letting the shirt fall off me, catching it in my hands behind me and looping it around Anna, dancing it down around her waist, making her hips move up and down a bit out of her chair, towards me as I leaned in close to her, holding my hips to hers for a second, rolling my pelvis in circles against her jeans.

"Oh MY GODDDD!!" Anna screeched, her legs kicking a little bit more on the floor, "MOMMY !!"

"Stop that." I sneered at her, "Nothing is going to save you now. You're mine."

I left my shirt there around her hips, and slowly I removed my leather gun belt.

I took a step back and giving my special pants a hard yank, the snaps opened and released my pants from my body instantaneously as the screams nearly deafened me.

My ass completely exposed, and my penis just barely covered by the little piece of black cloth stared back at every woman's eyes as I threw the pants back to the ladies in the room.

Anna was screaming and struggling in her chair, helpless to do anything to stop me as I moved around her, my body slick and slightly oiled up as I moved my hands down along my torso, still looking only at my bride to be, doing this for her, no one else.

I was far enough away from her now that I could get on my knees and drop on all fours, crawling over to her like a large jungle cat, rolling my shoulders with each move of my arms.

Climbing up easily onto her chair, I slowly straddled her with my legs, smiling down at her laughing, helpless face almost hidden by my cop hat on her head.

Cat calls, shouts, giggling.

I raised myself up on my knees in the chair so my hard penis was practically out of its tiny silk pouch and I moved it up and down her stomach and waist. She was really struggling now but going nowhere until I was done with her.

At the same time my pulsing cock was moving up and down her body, my bare chest was right in her face now, too. She tried moving her head back but she was trapped and had nothing to do except squeal and scream.

I felt someone's hand behind me give my ass a hard slap and I laughed out loud at that one, not catching just which one of them it was.

See, no women are truly innocent.

I grinded my chest down into hers very slowly to the music and I kept moving downward, accompanied by constant noise from the women around me, urging me onward. I bit my bottom lip, looking up into her excited and wild eyed expression.

I was on my knees between Anna's open legs now and I had my lips kissing into her blouse, right between the breasts as she hollered louder now, still my prisoner.

I moved slowly downward, placing deep kisses straight down her white blouse as the guests all shouted approvingly at the attentions I was giving their friend.

My hands stroked up and down the outer sides of Anna's legs, creating a nice warm friction against the denim.

Soon I was kissing the denim seam between Anna's legs, breathing very hot air into the thick material. She SCREECHED and bellowed in protest, laughing and turning eight different shades of pink.

I quickly came back up to her, straddling her again, letting my naked ass sit lightly on her legs and taking her face in my hands and planting a very large kiss upon her lips…and she kissed me back in return. Here comes the bride…

All I could hear now was WOOOOOOOO!!!!!!

I brought my kisses down her chin and then went for her neck, taking forever to christen every spot I could find there.

"Oh MY GOD!!" she kept screaming, not able to stand my kisses into her neck anymore and I saw her pucker her lips up to me again, wanting more of me on her lips now.

"I knew it, you ARE a bad little girl." I growled, opening my mouth and delivering another scorching kiss, this time giving her a little taste of my tongue.

After a good while, a few songs later, I decided to release the bride to be. But not before she had licked and sucked my nipples and bitten them like a hungry animal. She kissed my entire torso and back as I lap danced my most sensual and provocative moves. My ass was also to her liking and enjoyed fondling and biting that, too. No new bite marks, though, thankfully.

Anna had taken all I could legally give her in front of her in laws to be and mother so I had other women take the hot seat next, each one getting to touch me anywhere and any how they wanted. I laughed and smiled and kissed and danced my ass off for each one of them and before I knew it, it was 1:30pm.

Their party was going to keep going on after I was to leave, but no woman wanted me to go. They were all very nice and I received lots of tips, besides my fee of course.

"Goodbye, Edward." Anna gave me a big hug once I was back in my cop uniform again, my sunglasses off now, resting folded up in my shirt pocket, "Thank you SO much for coming! We all had the BEST time with you! I may not want to get married now!"

I hugged her back warmly, enjoying affection greatly, and kissed her cheek.

"Congratulations, Anna." I said sincerely, "You'll make a sexy as hell bride."

She giggled, 13 years old again, and kissed my lips briefly, smiling up at me.

"Bye." She looked a little sad to say it.

"Bye." I grinned back, waving goodbye to her mother who had hired me, also smiling from ear to ear at me. She had her hands on me more than her daughter did today. She just adored me after I flung her over my shoulder and acted like I was taking her into one of the bedrooms nearby, to have my way with her.

No, I didn't have sex with Anna's mother, or any of them. This was a bachelorette party, nothing like that happens here. But I did get lots of phone numbers, on the sly, and that was normal. I accepted them and smiled and said thank you, I'll be in touch, giving them a deep kiss afterwards. Future work, new clients.

A chorus of goodbyes hailed down on me from above as I walked down the steps of the porch, returning to the street to catch the train back to Bella's place.

I didn't run but I rushed. I didn't want to be late for my therapy with my gorgeous Dr. Bella. And I had a phone call to make at 3pm, as usual.

BPOV

When I got home, I heard the shower running. Smiling, I was glad he was here already. In only a couple days, I had to admit I liked coming home and having him with me, waiting. A big part of me wanted to go into the bathroom and yank that shower door open, maybe give him a little scare.

That would scare the shit out of ME. Ever since I saw Psycho when I was eight years old, I had an eerie feeling being in my shower alone. I even preferred the glass doors instead of a curtain because I felt more secure being able to see what was out there while I washed.

Not that I could DO anything to save myself if it ever happened, but still…

I was about to call out to him so he wouldn't get scared if he heard me out here but then his voice started singing.

"Nighttime sharpens, heightens each sensation
Darkness wakes and stirs imagination
Silently the senses abandon their defenses
Helpless to resist the notes I write
For I compose the music of the night."

He sang like a dark angel, sounding just like Gerard Butler from Phantom of the Opera. I love this movie! And yes, I know it was a play, too. But I had only been fortunate enough to have seen the movie so far. This song is called, Music of the Night, I remembered. (If you've never heard this, go to youtube now and listen to it, it's amazingly hot!) I sat down in my chair in the living room, listening quietly, smiling, and getting my notebook and tape recorder ready.

His magnificent voice uncurled from the steamy bathroom like a black cloud of witchcraft, coming after my soul with its haunted melody.

"Slowly, gently, night unfurls its splendor
Grasp it, sense it, tremulous and tender
Turn your face away from the garish light of day
Turn your thoughts away from cold, unfeeling light
And listen to the music of the night

Close you eyes and surrender to your darkest dreams
purge your thoughts of the life you knew before
Close your eyes, let your spirit start to soar (he held this incredible long note)
And you'll live as you've never lived before." (he breathed in song, so quietly)

Is it getting hot in here or is it just me?

I waved my notebook like a fan over my face, feeling tingly and sweaty suddenly.

I tried to concentrate on the questions I had prepared for him, but I read the same one five times, still unsure what I had written there hours ago.

"Softly, deftly, music shall caress you
Hear it, feel it, secretly possess you
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind
In this darkness which you know you cannot fight
The darkness of the music of the night

Let your mind start a journey through a strange, new world
Leave all thoughts of the life you knew before
Let your soul take you where you long to be!
Only then can you belong …to me." (again, his voice irresistibly soft)

Does he know I'm out here? Is he singing to me…those lines stuck out, sounding like he was referring to me - Open up your mind, let your fantasies unwind – In the darkness that I know I cannot fight.

And the part about leaving my life as I knew before, and letting my soul take me where I long to be….I wonder if Andrew Lloyd Weber somehow knew about Edward and I, years ago.

I love the way he sang that last line – Only then can you belong to me. He thinks he belongs to ME, but in reality, I already belong to HIM.

Hey! Therapy session, remember, Dr. Bella?! Oh yea, God I am hopeless.

"Floating, falling, sweet intoxication
Touch me, trust me, savour each sensation
Let the dream begin, let your darker side give in
To the power of the music that I write
The power of the music of the night

You alone can make my song take flight
Help me make the music of the night."

He was humming the melody now and I felt my chest loosen as if clutched fingers had once been around it and were now letting go, slowly.

He should be a singer with that fucking voice. I have to stop using the F word. It's so bad. Only since HE'S been here that word keeps creeping up in my thoughts and my mouth. He is a bad boy. And it's rubbing off on me.

But I will never forget this song…and Edward's voice. It's a part of me now. I am trembling! I made notes of that in the back section of my notebook, where I wrote my feelings. Edward was the first half.

I saw my hands acting on their own again, just writing - I adore him.

In a daze, my eyes fixed on those words. In 13 days, almost 12 now, he would be out of my life. I would never see him again.

Minutes went by but to me it was more like seconds. I almost had an attack when I heard the sudden voice of Edward behind me, emerging from the bathroom door.

"Dr. Bella!" he said a little loudly, chuckling as I jumped, my head twirling around as he quickly moved over to the green sofa, sitting down on it today instead of lounging across it like a sexy human throw.

"Sorry." He grinned, running both hands back one long pull through his damp, towel dried hair. It looked dark, almost black from the water but with the sun shining on it so bright, the redness showed through it.

He was wearing no shirt, as rule number one stated, and a pair of flannel black pajama pants, red lines going down and across the ebony pattern.

Bare feet, as usual. He sat there, respectfully, trying to be good now, it appeared to me, after this morning's lecture.

"Am I on time?" he asked, looking around for a clock.

"Yes, Edward, you are on time." I grinned.

I love you.

"Okay…" I went to the front of the notebook and took my pen in hand, then leaned in and hit the record button of my tape machine, saying, "Edward – session two."

Start off light for the first few questions, I told myself, looking at my list of questions for him.

"So, Edward," I grinned, peeking up at him from under my lashes, "You enjoy Sponge Bob?"

His smile spread across his face in slight embarrassment as he laughed, glancing out the window then back to me. I laughed, also, remembering it.

"You finally bring it up." He looked down at his feet, then back at me, "I was wondering if you noticed."

"I notice everything." I informed, "That's my job, or…what I want it to be, anyway."

He scratched his cheek, looking at his knee for a moment.

"So?" I prodded gently.

"I don't really WATCH it…" he explained and I could see he wasn't telling me everything right away, "I…like having it on. Listening to it, like, in the background sometimes…relaxes me."

He shrugged, shaking his head a couple times and looking as if some internal thing was going on in his eyes, thinking over his answer.

"Cartoons are very pure." He added, "Innocent. I like that…"

That makes sense. His daily life is so impure, I guess, that when he's off work, he maybe needs to see something that contrasts the sexual darkness of his job.

I took some notes quickly and said, "I understand that."

"Do you?" he said it rhetorically, crossing his arms and then uncrossing them.

Uh oh. I'm losing him already. He looked around for something to do with his hands, reminding me of myself. I never know what to do with my hands, either. Funny, he is as nervous now as I am when he's working his spells on me. We are like opposite sides of a coin.

He took a magazine from the coffee table and rolled it up, tapping it quietly on his knee. Okay, good, he's got something to play with.

"You okay, Edward?" I asked without pushing.

"Yes, fine." He grinned at me, "Go on."

"Okay." I took a breath, "I'm just going to ask some quick things, just to get them out of the way, okay? Don't get upset."

"Alright." He looked curious.

"Have you ever been…sexually abused, as a child?" I clenched my jaw asking this, and then made myself look into his eyes.

"No." he smiled, liking the fear in my eyes, I'm guessing.

I waited, not saying anything, to see what he'd offer next.

"The people who took care of me while my parents were away were great to me. Joseph, the head butler, was like a father to me. He loved opera and music and he taught me everything he knew about it. He taught me to play the piano and guitar. And then, there was Katherine, a wonderful woman who worked in the kitchen. She was my substitute Mom and I hung out in the kitchen with her a lot, helping her chop things and mix and cook. No one in the house would've ever done a thing to hurt me. They raised me. THEY loved me. "

He stopped there and moved the rolled up magazine up and down over his leg, staring at it.

"Do you ever get to see them anymore? Joseph or Katherine, or any of them?" I asked.

"They work for my parents." He looked at me sternly, then added, "No."

"But they care about you, obviously." I pointed out, "Couldn't they see you away from your parent's house or something? Or call you?"

"They work for my parents." He repeated, getting tense, "I don't want them to lose their jobs. They live in the house, too. I won't get them fired, where would they go? They're not that young anymore, no. They would have nothing."

"Alright." I kept calm, seeing he was beginning to get a little more upset.

"If my parents could turn their backs on me and throw me out of their lives, they'd most certainly do it to any of their employees, don't you think?" he pointed out.

"I see what you're saying." I nodded, agreeing with him there.

"Maybe…you could play something for me…sometime?" I asked, being Bella now and dropping the doctor part.

His sad face turned relaxed and sweet in a second as he looked up at me.

"I would love to, Bella." He purred, "I'll make it happen in a few days. We'll go out."

Smiling more, I loved the idea of sitting beside him as he played a piano for me.

"You're a great singer, too, by the way." I blurted out, then felt my cheeks turn hot as I went back to my questions list.

"Thank you, eavesdropper Bella." He teased, smiling and playing with the magazine again.

Picking another light question, I asked, "Tell me about your friends…people you are close to."

"Hmmm, at the club, there's Emmett, a good friend of mine, Jasper, another dancer there, he's a friend, too. We sometimes hang out together. Then Victoria, she's the red head who owns Fire, she's very close to me. She handles things for me."

He stopped, looking as if he were thinking, then shrugged and said, "I guess that's it."

Great, other dancers and his Boss. They wouldn't be able to help extracting him out of this lifestyle. They were all stuck in there too.

"No one else?" I asked, keeping my smile on, not judging.

"No." he looked up at me, almost ashamed.

I took a note and then Edward cut in suddenly, "I would rather have only three true friends than 100 false ones."

He thinks I'm judging him because he only has three friends? I will have to set him straight there.

"I totally agree." I looked straight back at him, "My best friends, Alice and Rosalie, are my true friends. Everyone else is really just kind of classmates to me."

He looked down at his magazine and I thought to say something important to him, adding, "And Edward?"

He looked up at my eyes, looking a little nervously at me.

"You can count me in as one of your friends." I said with a serious tone, meaning it, hoping he could hear that I wasn't just saying it, "Okay?"

He smiled and looked down, looking happy and maybe… touched by my words?

"Thanks, Bella." He turned his gorgeous, innocent eyes up at me and said, "You can count me as your friend, too."

"I will, thanks." I almost felt tears in my eyes. Yes, I hope that was our first step towards trusting each other. It felt like a big moment to me.

"Here's a fun question." I joked, or tried to, "Do you sleep with women and men? Or only women?"

Please say women only, please oh please oh please.

His eyes blinked, a little surprised by my question and he quickly said, "No, women ONLY. I don't do men or children. Women, 18 years and up."

Thank you, thank you. What am I thanking God for? He still sleeps with tons of women for money, and I'm relieved somehow?

"Do you ever use drugs or alcohol?" I went on, wanting to get these questions out and over with.

"No to the drugs." He grinned, "Alcohol, only occasionally, at a dinner, or party, a glass of wine, nothing hard core. Drunks and drug addicts don't look very good after a night of partying. And I couldn't do my job correctly if I was falling down drunk or high. And also…it's just wrong…to me. It sets a bad example for….others."

He was thinking something else but he didn't voice it. MAN! I wish he could open up more. But I was being impatient. He needs time to trust me more. He's really doing very well being honest with me and all. I shouldn't complain.

"Good." I made a note, "And you have no…illnesses, or anything?"

I hate asking this shit. I hate James.

He looked up at me, a smirk on his lips.

"I would not ever touch another person the way I do if I had any diseases or anything like that, Bella." He said without hesitation, "Victoria checks us weekly. We are all clean. The minute we're not, we lose our job. I use protection, always. I wouldn't do that to you, Bella. Please…know that."

"I know." I said, actually really knowing it in my heart, "James made me ask that. Sorry."

"Who's James?" Edward's brow creased.

"Oh, Dr. Collier, I mean, my teacher." I informed.

"Oh."

I chose my next question – Do you have a lover now? I don't know why I was afraid of the answer.

"And…" I began, looking at my notebook, gripping my pen tightly, "Do you have…someone special…now, in your life? Like, a girlfriend or…"

"You are my girlfriend right now." He smiled, teasing it looked like, "And yes, you are very special."

Great. Is that his way of saying I'm a retard that can't get out of her own bathroom alone?

"No, I mean…besides me." I kept trying, "In your personal life? You can say, I won't get mad or anything. I told you, I don't own you. It's alright."

"No girlfriend." He exhaled a breath, "Being what I am…not many women are okay with that. The women I know…don't want me around after they're finished with me. And that's okay. I wouldn't date me either, if I were a girl."

"Why do you say that, Edward?" I gave him an open ended question again, wanting more of his thoughts on this.

This is important. He must know he's desirable and not just for sexual play for money. His self esteem is almost non existent. I wished I had time to build it up more with him. But it takes time…and we don't have that kind of time.

He grinned and shrugged, "It's true. You wanted truth. I'm a whore, if I take a girl to dinner and we start talking, what's the first thing that usually comes up? What do you do, Edward? Then, I can either lie, which is wrong because the entire relationship is built on deceit, or I can tell the truth. One time, I did tell the truth and the girl threw a drink in my face and stormed out of the restaurant. That was the last 'date' I had."

God. The humiliation of having a girl throw a drink in your face in public. And what bitch woman did THAT to HIM?! I am getting to hate my own gender. They have really twisted this man's head in 100 different wrong directions.

Do not help, James had said, just study and report.

I sighed to myself and decided to proceed to a new question.

"Okay, here's a good one, I think." I chose one, "Tell me some good memories you have of your parents."

His eyes rolled up for a moment and he gripped the rolled up magazine a bit tighter.

"Why do we keep coming back to them?" he asked, gritting teeth.

"Well, Edward…" I explained, "Your parents are where your life began, even though you're angry with them, they are still important and—"

"They are nothing." His eyes turned cruel, almost causing me physical pain, "They are dead. DEAD to me. I went to them, holding her in my arms and I begged them to help her! I swallowed every bit of pride I ever had and BEGGED them like a dog, crying in the snow and they shut the door in my FACE like they never saw me before!"

He made himself unclench, seeing the fear in my face. In seconds, he calmed himself and took deep breaths, saying "Wait. Give me one second."

I didn't say anything and I didn't know what he was talking about and who this female was that he was holding as he begged his parents for help, but it didn't matter. Some poison had just leaked out of him and that's very good. He needed to get it out or it would eat him alive inside. It already was, obviously.

"You don't have to calm down, Edward." I leaned in, putting my notebook aside for a second, his eyes avoiding me as he stared down at his knuckles, "It's okay to yell and scream if that's what you need to do. You can let it out, you won't scare me. I'm not afraid of you."

He let out a little breath of laughter. "You really shouldn't have said that."

"Why not?" I tried to smile and be kind and soft.

"I can never lose control with you…or anyone." He said so sadly, sounding so alone, not looking at my eyes, "My rage…is like a horrible demon inside me. I have to keep it calm all the time. I can't let it out. I don't want to be a monster. And that's what I would be if I unleashed that. I won't do it to you, Bella, of all people."

"I can handle it, Edward." I lied, trying to sound strong and brave, "You can't let yourself keep being a slave to that anger. It is consuming you. Do you want to talk some more about your parents, about what you just said?"

"Can we go to the next question?" he asked so quietly, still not making eye contact.

"Alright, Edward." I said, relaxed, picking up my notebook again, hoping to find a nicer, easier question in here for him now. I would return to this subject later.

Here's a good one, hopefully. I never knew with Edward.

"Tell me about some of the jobs you had before you started working at Fire." I suggested, "Was Fire where it all started?"

"Yes." Edward looked less tense now, taking a breath and looking at my face again, "Before that, after I had to leave college, there wasn't much I could do. My girlfriend at the time, stayed in college and I used to secretly sleep in her dorm room overnight because I had no place to live then.

We quickly got caught and I was kicked out of there, so for awhile I was living on the streets. I worked a bunch of crappy jobs, having only a high school diploma.

I made pizzas, I was a bus boy at Red Lobster, waiter at Denny's, food places mostly, because I could eat there. It's amazing what people don't eat and leave behind. I never seemed to go hungry for long, as long as I was working somewhere.

And in the winter, I would just hang out inside wherever I was working at the time just to stay warm, from opening to closing. They usually didn't mind it, my bosses. So, really, I'd only have to find a place to sleep after the place closed up for the night until the next morning.

I really missed my car then. I could've slept in that and been kinda warm. But I found some places. Benches, bus stop cubicles, cemeteries – real quiet there and dark. I got great sleep there.

I was always clean, though. I couldn't take showers anywhere, but I could get cleaned up at a gas station bathroom, using my own soap and shampoo."

I felt frozen in my seat. I thought this was an easy question and Edward was answering it without any anger or sadness, but…I was incredibly sad for him and angry.

How could his parents just throw him away to let him live on the streets? And how did his girlfriend, the love of his life, allow this to happen to him? If he were mine and threw away his life, his money, his car, his college, his family all for me – I wouldn't let him do it. I would sooner let him go then subject him to all this!

"Had enough yet, Bella?" he asked me gently, sensing my horror, and breaking the small pause in the air.

I jerked out of my trance and said, "Oh, no, I'm fine. I was just thinking. Sorry."

Edward grinned a little at me as I wrote for a second and I heard myself ask, "What did your girlfriend feel about all this?"

With a small shrug, he looked away.

"She didn't like it, she hated it." He admitted, "But that's the way it was. We couldn't change it. She even tried to dump me once but a couple weeks later, when she saw me still making pizzas and asked me about it. I told her it didn't matter if she dumped me or not. I was never going back to my parents or their money or their college. I begged her for a long time and she took me back. She loved me."

He said it, almost as if to convince himself. I picked up on that.

She loved me. Past tense.

"I know she did." I said warmly, and honestly.

I would. I DO. And it's probably more stupid of me, to be in love with "whore Edward" instead of that girl loving "poor Edward." God, I sound like Dr. Seuss.

"Do you think…maybe today you can tell me her name, Edward?" I went slowly here, I knew this was a painful part of him, the thing that had broken him enough to make him turn to the life he was living now.

He exhaled breath again, and I noticed one of his hands were in a fist at his side. His eyes looked so solemn, struggling silently as they looked down at the magazine. I think he truly wants to tell me…but he is not ready yet.

I am so sorry Edward. I don't want to cause you any pain, not in the slightest. Why am I doing this to him? I would rather slice my skin open with a knife than keep putting him through this. But this is my life's dream, being a psychiatrist. God, what if this means I'm not cut out for this career? But that worry was secondary to what I was doing to poor Edward.

"It's alright." I said, ending his internal battle, "Not today. It's okay, Edward."

Another long breath came out of him and his eyes looked up at me, again, shame there.

"Thank you, Bella." He said softly, "I'm sorry. I am really trying…"

"I know it, Edward." I smiled at him, reassuring him, "You are doing a perfect job, really. I mean that. Don't apologize."

He breathed hard again, making himself slowly relax. I noticed he was very good at bouncing back and quickly recovering from his pain. He is just pushing it aside, over and over. He's gotten quite good at it, I could tell from his facial expressions.

"So, your girlfriend kept going to college while you did all you could to make ends meet…did you ever feel…how did it make you feel, her being a student and you…being…out of school?"

He chewed a little on his bottom lip, unrolling the magazine now and rolling it in the opposite direction now.

"Maybe I was a little jealous…I know that now." He admitted, "We had a lot of fights during that time. I was a kid and wasn't fair to her. It wasn't her fault. I would wait all day and just come over to her room at night to spend time with her and she had other things to do. I would get so angry. She had friends and activities and study clubs in the library. And I couldn't be part of that anymore. I hated that. I was mean to her sometimes. I made her cry all the time. But she still stayed with me. She always forgave me. God knows why."

"She loved you." I stated, reminding him.

He looked up at me with a heavy ache in his eyes, and made his lips smile a bit.

"Yes." He said, not adding anything more.

I reached over and hit STOP on my recorder.

"I'm hungry." I let him off the hook for now, "Let's go get some Chinese food."

"Really?" his brow raised as his lips began to turn up at the lovely corners.

"Really." I said, grinning, closing my notebook. I had lots more questions but this was a good start, enough for today.

"That sounds great." He smiled, standing up, "I should change my clothes. I can do that fast. Wait here."

He rushed into my bedroom – our bedroom – and I heard clothes rustling. He is too cute, hurrying like I'm going to leave him if he doesn't move it.

"Oh, wait." He came to the doorway of the bedroom, looking a little tense, but dressed in blue jeans and a red t-shirt, the shoulders nicely exposed, "I have to make a phone call. I always have to make a call at 3. It won't take very long, I promise. Is that okay?"

"What did I tell you, Edward?" I almost scolded him like I was his mother, "You don't have to ask permission. If you have to make a call, make a call. It's fine. I can wait."

He hesitated now, looking at me.

"Is it okay if–" he stopped himself, "I should go outside and make it. It's kind of…personal."

He swallowed, looking nervously at me.

I shrugged and grinned, having no problem with giving him some privacy. It's nice to see that some things for him were too personal to share with others. There's a bit of hope there. But I couldn't help wondering who it was he was calling and what it was about.

"No problem." I smiled, "Take your time, I'll wait here for you. I'll watch Sponge Bob." I teased, wanting his smile.

Cell phone in hand, he did smile at me, growling and muttering something under his breath.

"What?" I chuckled, turning my head at him as he went out the door, closing it behind him.

"Nothing ! Be right back." He almost sang it, grinning pleasantly.

I watched Judge Judy for about a half hour and then Edward was entering the apartment again, announcing, "I am all yours, fair Bella. Let's go."

Switching off the power, I smiled and grabbed my purse.

"Yay, I'm starving to death!" I over emphasized, reaching him as he took me by the hand, leading me out to the street below.

"We can't have that, now, can we?" Edward smiled, "You must feed, you will need your energy tonight."

And he pulled my mouth to his as we came to a halt on the street, random people moving around us as he opened his lips and closed them over mine, and he tasted like strawberries now. YUM!

After he broke the kiss, we were on the move again. I giggled, unsure what or if he had anything planned for me tonight. Oh, who am I kidding, he most likely does have something planned. I felt so nervous suddenly, but also, elated and anxious.

It was fun, being on the subway train with him. We were standing, holding onto the silver pole, leaning back and letting our bodies spin around, then clash into each other as we laughed. After a few minutes of that, I held the pole and he stood behind me, his body stuck to the back of mine as he had his arms around my waist, holding the pole with both hands, sealing me in his arms.

"Move your hair." His voice was in my ear as I giggled and jerked my head, the locks of my hair falling off my shoulder.

"That's it." He growled, "Good girllll."

And his mouth came in with heat and wonderful wetness, kissing under my ear, slowly trailing down my neck, taking gentle, erotic bites, driving me wild already.

Whispering into my ear between his kisses, he said, "Look at everyone watching you, Bella. They are so jealous of me right now…KISS. BITE. And they're fantasizing about you. KISS. Wanting to undress you like I do. BITE. LICK."

"Uuuhhhh…" I closed my eyes and felt my knees weaken a bit.

"Feel this?" his sexual, hot voice groaned in my ear and I felt him move my body hard against the pole, pressing his hard erection right against my butt as I let a little moan escape my lips, looking around immediately at the people all around us to see if anyone was really watching us.

"Yes." I whispered, feeling the thrill of not only his penis pressing into my ass but also the pole was pressing right between my legs, hidden from most eyes because of Edward's hands on the pole, holding me in tightly.

"Look what you're doing to me…," he growled again, sounding unpleased about it.

BITE. KISS. LICK.

A dark, wicked part of me wanted to reach my hands up and grab his hair while he just took me right here, pounding me into the cold pole, in front of everyone, bruising my pelvis as it thrust over and over again into the metal, thudding obviously and intrusively.

His hand fisted in my hair and he pulled my head back a bit, "Exciting, isn't it? Me controlling your body in the middle of a train, with all these witnesses? Say yes."

"Yes." I confessed, to hell with the consequences. He was so good already at breaking down my inhibitions. I feel like I'm turning into a whole different person and it's only been less than 2 days!

I am working on him during my time…and he most definitely is working on me during his.

God, he is talented. I wish I was as good at my psychiatric questioning as he is at his job.

"Yes.", he dove in to ravage my neck with his teeth and tongue and rough lips.

My gasps and panting grew louder but I strangely didn't care. Edward was making me feel so good that I began to block the people around us out.

His hand roamed over my ass and squeezed it, even gave it a little SMACK against my jeans as I yelped, surprised, but not angry. Then his hand moved over my breasts, over the t-shirt, still pressing me into the pole, holding me hostage there with his rock hard body at my back.

It didn't look like many people were paying us any attention, but my mind began to wander in paranoia, thinking everyone could see us.

How the hell am I going to resist him? I was going to maybe make Edward wait a couple more nights at least before I made love with him, but if he keeps doing these kinds of things, there's no way I can make myself wait! Yes, I had already decided to give myself to him, despite my brain's warnings. Maybe he knows what I was thinking. DAMN! He's gonna think I'm so easy! I want to be different from other women he's known, but…I'm only human!! I need this…my body needs this. I'm too weak to resist him.

"Such a good girl…" he purred, whispering as his hands moved up and down the sides of my hips, curling in and rubbing my butt cheeks again, "You're behaving sooo nicely, not giving me any resistance at all…I'm so proud of YOU, fair Bella…"

Edward was doing a good job with me on my sessions and I was glad to know I was being equally behaved during his sessions.

My mouth and brain couldn't form words at the moment, all I could so eloquently say was, "Ohhhhhhhhh….." and gasp.

"Everyone is drooling over you…watching me feel you up like a little bitch in heat right before their eyes…" his voice moved like smoke into my ears, so low, so sexual and deep, "They're all wishing they were me…they can almost see me in their minds…bending you over the seat, yanking your jeans down…KISS. BITE. LICK. ..shoving my cock deep inside you and pounding you…"

OH, SHIT!! This boy can TALK!! His voice is doing things to my body!! I had no idea hearing something could make you so wet and hot!!

I exhaled a deep breath, closing my eyes as my body trembled harder.

"Again…and again…" he growled in my ear, "Taking you…making you scream while everyone just sits here and watches you being fucked…no one will help you…no one will stop me from having you, Bella."

His hand wrapped once around my long hair, holding my face up a bit, the pole between my breasts as he pushed me gently against it.

"Mmmmmm…" Edward purred, looking down at me from his point of view, "So sweet…and innocent…the way you shiver and blush…it just makes me want you all the more…I want a peek at the little slut inside you…"

"Oh my God…" I was panting and felt the wetness between my legs right now.

"Fuck God, you're in my clutches now, little girl…" he was so wicked and hot I wanted to rape him right here and now. What is he doing to me?! I'm not like this!! Am I ?!

I told you, I love bad boys. And Edward was doing a wonderful job at being bad right now. I didn't know he had this side to him. He is just full of surprises!

"God might have mercy on you, but I won't." he whispered deeply into my ear, taking a firm bite on my earlobe as I clenched the pole harder, my fingers reddening.

The door opened on the train and Edward grabbed my hand, pulling me behind him, getting out of the car and into the platform area.

"This is our stop, let's eat!" his voice went right back to normal in an instant, and he was dragging me behind him up the platform stairs, towards the street.

BASTARD !!

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See next chapter soon!

Love, WinndSinger

PS – Don't worry, Edward is just exploring Bella's likes and desires, seeing what arouses her. He wants to expand her horizons a bit, he would not rape her on the train. He enjoys working her up into a frenzy and then letting her sit there, all crazy! He wants her to come to him and ask for her first time with him, so don't think ill of Edward if he tends to be a bit risqué sometimes. Don't forget, this is who he is right now and maybe later in the story he might change. But it will not happen overnight. So be patient with him, he's very damaged. But terribly sweet.

And I hope everyone likes that we got a bit more info on Edward in this chapter. More will come out soon about his past. Bella wants to get the info, but she doesn't want to push him too hard too fast. She is good and she will do her best to find out all the mysteries of Edward.

Rose and Alice will be back in a couple chapters, I just thought it was important first to explore Edward and Bella alone and then, later, I will bring Emmett, Jasper, and the girls into it more.

Yes, I am making Carlisle and Esme into rotten parents, sorry. I love Carlisle but for this story he is a bastard, sorry again. Maybe we will hear from him later in the story.

Let me know if you are liking this –

Oh, I had fun writing Edward being the cop stripper, wasn't that fun?!

Love you all, thanks for reviewing!!

WinndSinger