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Chapter 17: Devious Intentions

Edward POV

New York for New Years was quite thrilling. I brought one of the guys from Emmett's team that I became friends with when I became his manager too. He was ecstatic to come and annoyed me the whole flight there. Once we landed – I didn't see him again until the following day on the plane flight home. It was alright. I found a beautiful highly intoxicated brunette to spend the evening with me. To be honest, I can't even remember if her name was Bethany or Brittany. Both the names are too similar for me to care and I'll never see her again so what does it matter? It wasn't until I got home that I discovered the real reason why Emmett got me an all expenses paid trip to the big fucking apple for the New Year – He brought his precious little Bella home to meet the folks. Mom couldn't stop gushing about her. 'Bella this' and 'Bella that' – It was nauseating. She was the daughter she never had and I felt ignored.

I tried to ask Emmett questions about her to get to know her because I figured; he brought her home to meet the family so obviously he is planning on keeping her around, right? He passed off my questions and disregarded me like he does with the cheerleaders at the football games. If I didn't know any better I would think he was gay. Plenty of tabloids have run rumor articles saying that he was because he never dated much. At least, he was never seen in public with a date. What is it about this girl that he doesn't want me to know? I have yet to see a picture of her and Emmett has been doing a damn good job so far of keeping her out of the tabloids.

I decided to hell with Emmett and his girl. I focused on work for the next couple of weeks and the upcoming games and required jobs that needed to be completed. Not only do I have to secure Emmett's finances over the next years since he is done with football. Now – I have to find another client in order to make money. And, on top of that, tax season was upon us and I am definitely not a procrastinator. I rather get it done now and save the time of doing it later.

Emmett was home today, surprisingly, and I decided now was as good a time as any to get some information out of him. For work, of course.

I found Emmett downstairs playing his Xbox completely oblivious to the rest of the world. "Em! We need to talk business real quick. Could you pause?" He grumbled and put his controller down. "I'm starting on your taxes and quarterly's and need all you receipts from this previous year. Remember we talked about this?"

"Yeah, yeah, I remember. Any hotels, restaurants, stores, flights or other personal purchases I did while traveling for work you need the receipts for so you can use them for my taxes. I know. I threw them all into the top right drawer of the desk in the study." He promptly picked up his controller and went back to ignoring me. It has been like this since he started going to Seattle. Even worst since Christmas. I want my brother back dammit.

After stalking off to the study I wrenched open the top right drawer of the desk and found a mess of receipts. None of them in order, all crumbled up, some with writing and I know there is no way this was for the entire year. Fucking Emmett. He is like a little kid when it comes to responsibilities. How is he ever going to run his own business when he can't even do a simple task like keeping work receipts for the year? I sat down and started organizing the drawer of receipts from hell and started noticing a pattern. I had receipts for every hotel he stayed at for each game except for the two in Seattle. I know for a fact that he stayed at the Monaco because his Visa statement showed it but it does me no good to use it as a write off if I don't have the receipts. Did he honestly forget them or is it because it is Seattle? Is this where his little hidden minx works?

My mind started running away with me as I picked up the phone. "Good Afternoon, Monaco Hotel, This is Bella how may I help you?"

"Wrong number." I mumbled before I hung up. Okay, so I was right. She does work there. Maybe I can personally go and get a copy of the receipts for 'taxes purposes' and get a sneak peek at this Bella that the whole family seems to be in love with, except for my dad. That much was obvious. So, okay, just Emmett and my mom love her. But why is Emmett hiding her?

Okay, so maybe I don't always think with the right head because here I am now on a flight to Seattle. I don't know what I am going to do once I get there. I didn't even tell anyone I was leaving. My flight left early this morning. I should get there just in time for lunch, I hope I don't miss her but I don't even know what she looks like. She might not even be at work today and this could all be a total waste of time. What was I thinking?

I felt the plane start to lose altitude and my heart beat picked up. Am I really that much of a stalker that I had to fly out here under the pretenses that I was getting receipts just so I could meet the girl my brother is hiding? The obvious answer was yes. Maybe she was hideously ugly. Or had children? That would be weird. Maybe she is married? Maybe she is a he? Okay, now I really am losing my mind. I should just meet her first and then perhaps hire a private investigator to find out all of the information I apparently need to know about a woman I have never met.

I entered the ornate lobby of the Monaco hotel and noticed there was just an older couple ahead of me in line and one girl behind the counter. She was gorgeous. Long beautiful chestnut hair that cascaded down her back. She was wearing what appeared to be the work uniform for the hotel but she made it look good. Her slim waist and petite figure was causing my heart to accelerate and my pants to tighten a little. But I needed to remain focused and rein in my composure so I didn't scare her off. Maybe Emmett has good meaning to come to Seattle. If his girl is attractive like the girl behind the counter then I might be moving out here too. Maybe there is something to being a west coast girl.

The older couple in front of me got the papers from the girl behind the counter and stepped away. I was up next. I slowly walked up to the counter with my briefcase in hand when I noticed just the slight light refraction off the green emerald necklace on her neck. It looked really familiar and I was snapped out of my thoughts by hearing the last part of whatever she was saying.

"… name is Bella how can I help you this morning?" Bella? This is Bella? Son of a bitch! Fucking figures my stupid jock of a brother would land this sweet piece of ass in front of me. Holy shit! That means that necklace she is wearing is our heirloom. Fucker! I finally brought my gaze up to her and felt like I could have gotten lost in her eyes. Dammit. Smile Edward, pull it together and charm the fuck out of her.

"May I please speak with your manager I have to ask him a few questions about a client of mine, you know for tax purposes."

"Oh no problem let me go check and see where he is at. I will be right back, in the meantime feel free to go take a seat while you wait." God her voice was like walking innocents mixed with lustful sex. My overactive imagination was running away with me imagining things she could be saying. 'Oh yes', or 'harder', 'faster'. Ah. Yeah. I could just imagine.

"Okay thank you Bella, I will be right over there." I pointed to a few chairs and watched as she turned and headed into one of the back rooms. I, unashamedly, watched her retreating form the entire way. I couldn't decide if I liked her front or back form more. I took a seat and picked up the newspaper from the table and glanced over it trying to keep myself occupied. Bella came out a few moments later and informed me that James would be out in a few minutes. I just nodded and went back to reading.

A tiny little sprite of a woman, or was she a child, perhaps a teen? Whatever. A little woman walked up beside her and they whispered back and forth. I couldn't make out what they were saying but they glanced at me and away a few times so I can only assume that it was about me. A few minutes later they both retreated and came back out and walked through the lobby with their purses. I glanced at my phone and saw that it was indeed lunch time. Another girl took up post behind the counter but she was not nearly as beautiful as Bella. This is not going to work. No wonder Emmett kept her hidden from me. She is just my type and he knew it. I folded up the newspaper and half-assed threw it back on the table in mild frustration. A man with blonde hair pulled into a low pony tail and a smug look on his face approached me. I can only assume this was the manager.

"Good afternoon I am James. I was told you needed to speak to me?' I nodded my head and extended my hand.

"My names Edward. I have a client that has come and stayed here a few times. He is rather brainless when it comes to remembering things and I need to have a look at your receipts from his stays in order to be able to do his taxes this year."

James nodded his head in understanding and motioned towards the hallway to his office. "I am assuming your client is a rather big name for you to personally come here?" He opened the door to his shabby little office and point to a worn leather chair for me to take a seat.

"Yeah….Emmett Cullen to be exact." I responded and sat my briefcase down.

"Oh…him….yes….well…He is a rather idiotic big oaf." He started typing on his computer and the printer behind him immediately started shooting out paper. "How is it working for that guy?"

I chuckled. "About as good as it can be working for one's brother." I replied coolly.

"Your brother? I'm sorry if I have irritated you with my insults of him. I just really don't like him." He grabbed the papers and handed them over to me.

"You and me both….I mean…don't get me wrong, I love him, he is my brother, but since about August….he's practically turned against me…"

"August huh?" He looked back to the computer screen and then again over at me. "That's the time of his first visit. Wouldn't have anything to do with the alluring vixen of a woman he is dating would it?"

"They've been dating since August?!?!" I asked incredulously.

"Yeah. You didn't know that? I had the pleasure of meeting him a couple of times." He sneered. "Bella was always shooting down my advances claiming she had a boyfriend. I didn't believe her until she brought him to our annual Christmas party. Then I got to hear about the whole 'first born sons love' and some stupid heirloom thing." He used his fingers for air quotes and everything. This guy was rather annoying and didn't have manners anywhere close to the stuff I was raised knowing but apparently we both wanted the same thing. Maybe this could be a good friendship….err….acquaintanceship.

"You know, Emmett didn't even tell the family that he was dating her until recently. He tricked me out of Chicago for New Years then brought her to meet our folks. I meet her for the first time today and she has no idea who I am."

"Why would your brother trick you from meeting her?" He asked as he reached into the door of his desk and produced a small flask and two tiny plastic cups. He tilted the flask to me asking if I wanted some. I nodded and continued.

"She's just my type. Fuck. I think she is every guy's type." He enthusiastically nodded his head as we both took a swig of the drink. Scotch. Lovely.

"Perhaps you and I, Edward, are on the same track."

"What do you mean?" I tossed the rest of the drink back and listened with rapt attention.

"We both don't like your brother dating Bella. Perhaps…we can come to an arrangement to rectify this?"

I sat back in the tattered leather chair and let this idea wash over me. I wouldn't mind taking a shot at Bella for myself, but in the same sense, I want my brother back. This little nitwit in front of me could be just the pawn in this game. I could use him for my advances and nobody would be the wiser. This could work.

"Okay. What do you have in mind?" He cheerfully poured us another drink and launch into a plan I am sure he had been thinking about for some time now.

"Your brother is a high profile football star. I have been watching the tabloids with interest since learning of his relationship with Bella. She has only been featured a few times in select ones without giving away her identity. I say we get them thrown into the spotlight. The media is bound to eat her up and spit her right back out. They don't even live with each other…"

"Yet…" I interjected.

"Yeah…yet…so I highly doubt the long distance will play to their advantage. It'll play to ours and I don't think they will last once the paparazzi start stalking her to get to him. That's where you can come in. You are on the inside you'll know specifics of where they will be and I know the guys to call to photograph her and dig stuff up for a story. Deal?"

I thought his plan over. It could work. I could easily locate Emmett and tell James where he is. And, at anytime that I actually do get to "meet" Bella, I can become friendly with her and leak her location to the press too. They break up and I am in the clear – either way. I'd just have to get rid of James then.

"I think this can work to our advantage." We quickly exchanged numbers and I decided to go spend some time in the city. Emmett used to rave about this city and the sights. I wanted to see if it was true but chances are, it was mostly because this is where Bella was at – where he was going to be.

A few days later I was back in Chicago and Emmett's game was coming up. I decided not to go to it this year. I would go to the Super Bowl. That was enough to me. But I knew Bella was going to be there. And I knew this was the first chance for us to implement our plan. Step one per say. Emmett really is too loud and dense for his own good. I found out from eavesdropping on him exactly what section Bella would be sat in and where he would be meeting her after the game. This was the opportunity I needed in order to get the tabloids onto them.

I called James as soon as I heard and he insured me that he would get it taken care of. I sat back relaxed and decided to watch the play offs on TV. Sure as shit, within an hour of the end of the game there were pictures floating around the internet of Emmett and Bella in a tight embrace on the field kissing like they weren't in public. I am sure my dad is going to have a field day with this.

James POV

Finally! After months and months of trying to figure out a way to get Bella to leave that good for nothing jock strap monkey man - his brother waltzes into my office and gives me an out. Sibling rivalry is apparently going to work to my advantage massively here.

I knew when I hired Bella here that one day I would make her mine. Her sweet little legs wrapped around my waist and her perky breasts in my face were all I could think about every day she was at work. She was a succubus and I was a willing servant ready to kneel before her. But that stupid little imp of hers was always around knocking me off my course. I think she knew. I think she always knew. And I think that is why she was always working extra shifts to make sure Bella could have time off. And sometimes – she conned Jane or the others into working for her. She is a little devil with some mighty mischievous tricks up her sleeve. And she is my one threat in this whole scheme. She will catch on and bring us down if we aren't careful.

I leaned back in my chair in my office at the Monaco. I looked over at the grungy guy across from me. He knew all the ends and outs of the paparazzi game. He knew where to go, who to talk to and what camera lens zooms the farthest. This was my go to guy – for everything.

"So, you understand the deal?" I asked him. This man made me feel better about myself. While he grew up on the streets and knows his way around the underground, I grew up in the hotel business and knowing how I can manipulate my way around things and people to get what I want.

"Yep. Take her picture. Taunt her with questions. Follow her at all costs but don't ever touch her." He repeated in a monotone voice.

"Good. I will give you your first payment after you deliver me some photos. I'll pay your air fare to go to the play offs too so you can follow her and get some more pictures. You do this for me and you will be a wealthy man. And perhaps you should take a shower and buy some new clothes before you go." I sneered at him and threw him a couple hundred dollars across the desk. I knew he was going to use three quarters of that on alcohol, but what do I care? I'll get my pictures in the end.

He quickly shoved the money into his pocket and gave me a grimacing smile. "Right. I have someone I have to go meet upstairs so if you will just vacate my office…." I quickly locked the drawers on my desk and pushed him through the door. I had been thinking about Bella all day and I needed to take care of a certain problem that has 'come up'. I pulled out my phone and scrolled through my contacts. "Uh….let's see….do I want to fuck…." I made it down the list of contacts while speaking quietly to myself "…Ms. Sucks So Good or Ms. Will Do Anything….?" I laughed to myself as I walked out of my office bringing my phone to my ear.

A/N: So, there you have it. A quick look inside of Edwards mind to see what exactly he was playing at by going to Seattle. And James....I don't really want to spend too much time in his mind again...haha

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