Hey here is chapter two!!! well since I posted all the chapters together

there's not much left to say, cuz I said everything I could think of in the first chapter.

Still haven't found my own personal Edward so (unless the one I owe in my dreams count,

but I don't think so) Twilight still belong to S Meyer *sniff*

Chapter 2:

I groaned, feeling very uncomfortable and sore. I didn't want to wake up. I felt so warm. I turned over, trying to get comfortable.

That's when I heard the chuckle. My eyes snapped open to see Edward, with his arms wrapped around me. Huh, that's why I felt so sore. "Good morning, love." He leaned down and gently pressed his lips to mine.

When he backed away, I sighed. "What a way to wake up. So perfect." He smiled down at me, trying not to laugh at what I had just said.

"We should leave soon." When I frowned at his statement he continued. "Somebody is bound to find us soon. I really would hate to explain our predicament to them. Like you said, your father would have my head on a silver platter."

I groaned, not wanting to leave the safety of his arms. "Couldn't we just run away, and not have to hide what we are?" I snuggled closer to him, closing my eyes, and sighing in content when his arms automatically wrapped around my back.

"As tempting as that is—and you have no idea how tempting it is—I have a feeling we'd be in even bigger trouble if we did that." I groaned again, but it turned to a yelp when I felt Edward start to pick me up. He tossed me over his shoulder for the second time in the past few hours. Speaking of, what time was it?

I smiled, an idea forming in my head. I tried to lower my voice, make it sound deep and sexy, but it think it came out more like a man's. "Edward?" I felt him shiver beneath me. Hmm, maybe I was wrong. "Edward, what time is it." I started tracing patterns on his back with my finger, lightly scrapping it with the nail. I swear I could hear the beginning of a moan starting in the back of his throat.

"I-I-I don't know. It's early, I guess?" It came out like a question; I glanced over my shoulder, just to make sure that the door was closed—and locked.

"Well, then I'm sure that we can spend a little more time in bed. Nobody is going to be home from their missions until noon. We still have time." I let my hand wander down just a little more, my arms barely long enough to reach his tight, cute, ass. I squeezed it, making him jump, and turn around abruptly, tossing me back on the bed. "Hmm, now this seems familiar, doesn't it?" I gave him a coy smile, trying to give him the "come hither" look. Judging by the look on his face, and the movement of his feet, it was working. I glanced down, and it looks like I didn't have to look at him like that to get his attention. He stood full and ready, as if he had been born like that. Glancing back up to his face, I realized how painful it must be for him.

The next second Edward was pouncing on me. I laughed at his eagerness. He moaned. "I love the sound of your laugh. It's so free, so happy." He kissed up my stomach. I expected him to stop at my breast, but he continued on, between the valley, and up my neck. Around my chin, up my face, from my cheeks to m y forehead, and back down the other side, until he reached my mouth. He slipped his tongue into my mouth, while sucking on my lower lip. I moaned into his mouth.

I was wet. He knew that. So while we were feasting on each other's lips, he entered me. Swift, hard, and damn good. I moaned louder than the first time, his mingling in with mine. "I especially love it when you moan. And when you scream my name…" he finished off with a moan, and another powerful thrust. I groaned out his name once more.

"Come on, Bella. You can do better than that, I've heard you. Remember? It was just last night, love. You were screaming my name while I was pumping in and out of you." He reached down and rubbed my bundle of nerves, while his mouth went down and latched onto one of my nipples. I couldn't even tell you which one it was I was so disoriented. I knew I was sore from last night, screaming his name just like he said.

"Oh, Edward! Harder! Faster! Anything, just don't stop!" I wrapped my legs around his waist, pushing up my hips to meet his thrusts.

"Bella! Bella, look at me. I want to you to look in my eyes as you cum for me. Do it!" My eyes automatically snapped open and found his face.

There was such lust there, I moaned and ground out, "Edward…I'm going to…to…Oh, God!" I screamed out as I felt my orgasm coming. I was soaring. I was high off of him, and as I watched him watch me, I could tell he was highly enjoying himself.

As I came down from my high, I saw him bring his fingers up to his mouth. His eyes rolled into the back of his head as he slowly licked his fingers. We both moaned at the same time, it was too much for me.

I pushed him onto his back, giving him a small smirk. I straddled his hips. "You're right, love. This does seem familiar." I was confused, before it hit me that I had done this to him last night too. I smiled, thinking how this time, things were going to turn out similar, but completely and totally different.

I kissed down his chest, much like I had last night, but I didn't stop at his waist. I continued down until I got top his very prominent erection. I took him into my hands and lightly kissed the head. Looking up at him—just to make sure I wasn't crossing any lines—I saw that he was watching my every move, biting his lip in anticipation for what he knew was going to happen.

I took him fully into my mouth, becoming frustrated when I couldn't fit in all of him. I just made up for it by using my hands. I squeezed and massaged what wouldn't fit. The parts that did, I slowly licked up his sides, teasing him with my teeth. Lightly scrapping them against him. His hands snuck into my hair, leading my moves. All the while muttering my name, getting louder every second. Then, he started tugging on my hair, as if wanting me to let go. I peeked up at him questioningly. He just chuckled breathlessly. "I'm going to come, love. You don't have to..." he trailed off as I started sucking harder. "Bella, I'm serious," he panted.

"Mmmmmm," I hummed, making sure that I sent vibrations through him.

"Fuck…" he whispered, barely making a sound.

Then, he came. Hard. He tasted so good, sweet and sticky, but only perfect. Because everything about Edward was perfect.

"Holy crap, Bella. You shouldn't have had to do that. But now I get to repay you," he told me as he brought me back up to him. He was just about to kiss me when I heard it.

I put my hand over his mouth, and shushed him when he started to question me. "Do you hear that? That sound." There was a small buzzing sound, and it seemed to be coming from the front of the house. Then it hit me.

"No!" I yelled, jumping off of Edward and out of the bed. I started to pick up my clothes in a hurry, trying to get everything cleaned. "Hurry up! Get you're clothes, make the bed. Do anything, don't just sit there!" I tried to sound calm, but I ended up nearly yelling at Edward.

"Bell, love, tell me what's going on. What's the matter?" he tried to calm me, but his voice sounded a little tight too. Maybe it was from his still erection, or maybe it was because I suddenly started freaking out on him. I couldn't tell you which it was.

"Somebody's here! Somebody's home! We have to hurry and clean up, they'll be here in less then two minutes if they drive slow up our dive!"

Realization came into his face, and he finally started helping. He started picking up his own clothes. "You get the bed, I'll get this mess. Then we both have to hurry, get dressed, and pretend like nothing happened."

"Pretend that I don't love you and that didn't we just make love twice? That's going to be harder than it sounds, Edward." I couldn't help but sound serious as I said it, making the bed all the while.

"Trust me, Bella. It's going to be killing me every second until I can get you alone again." He smiled at me, and handed me my clothes just as soon as I got done with the bed. "Bella…" He didn't finish, but he did take my head and give me the most passionate kiss out of all the ones he had ever given me. "I love you, even if I ignore you for the rest of eternity, even if we never get the chance to make love or kiss again, know that. I still love you no matter what, and one day, I will make you my wife." He gave me one more kiss before he quickly put his boxers back on and ran out the door. I knew that he was headed off to the room that was assigned for him when ever he stayed over.

He had put me in a dream-like state. I snapped out of it the second I heard a garage door opening. I ran for my room, which—unfortunately for me—was about two floors up, and down quite a few hallways. The second I got there, I locked the door, and ran to my bed. I threw around all the covers, splaying them around the bed, trying to make it look convincing. Like I had spent the night there instead of a few floors down. I ran to my dresser and grabbed my nightdress. I pulled it on, after I pulled on my underwear. I looked in to the mirror on my vanity and tried to calm my hair down just enough so it looked like bed-head and not sex-hair.

Finally when I looked some-what presentable, I unlocked my door, and I poked my head out of the doorway. And just in time too. Someone slammed the front door closed, calling out my name as they did.

I slowly descended the stairs, and called back a "Coming!" I passed by Edward on my way down, and he had a smirk on his face.

"I wish you were," he whispered to me, causing my face to flame up. I turned the corner to see Carlisle standing there, searching for me.

"Bella! Why aren't you dressed yet? Your father said that you are to meet him in only forty-five minutes for lunch! You have to hurry if you are going to see him on time, and you know how your father is about being late." He chuckled to himself, probably recalling a memory from before I was born.

I gasped, the memory of agreeing to come to lunch with my father becoming clearer through my Edward haze. I turned around, and sped up the stairs, knowing that had to look much better to have lunch with my father than a nightdress and slightly calmed down sex hair. That would not go over well with my father.

Rushing myself, I got ready in under twenty-five minutes. But I still had only twenty minutes to get on the other side of town. I was never going to make it.

Racing down so the foyer, I found Carlisle and Edward standing there. "Carlisle, I need a ride. The restaurant is on the other side of town, and you're one of the fastest drivers I know. Will you drive me?"

He sighed, but he shook his head. "I'm sorry, Bella, but I can't. I have some work to do. Edward, why don't you drive Bella? You aren't doing anything for a while?"

Oh, crap. He smirked. "I'd be glad to drive you, Bella. That is if you don't mind?"

"Of course not, Edward. I'll be out in the Volvo." I practically ran to the car. I couldn't wait to be alone with Edward again. Alone. Even if it was only for a few minutes. I was addicted to him.

I waited in the car for a minute or two until Edward finally opened the door. Before he even put his seatbelt on, he leaned over the center console and gave me a kiss on the cheek. "Hello, love. I haven't seen you for a while."

I smiled at him as he backed out of the driveway. "I love you, Edward." It just came out. Like I just had to tell him.

He looked shock for a moment. Then, "I love you, too, love."

I reached over and turned his face towards mine, glad that we were at a red light. I leaned over and kissed him. Something over took me. Something told me that I had to do this before I met with my father. That I had to really convince him that I loved him. I stopped when I heard a horn honk at us, telling us that the light had turned green. Edward pressed the gas pedal down, but he was still looking somewhat dazed and peering at me out of the corner of his eye.

"What was that for?" I squirmed, trying to come up with an answer to his question, but it was hard, knowing that he was staring at me with those beautiful green eyes.

"I guess...I just wanted to kiss you because I love you. Like I have to before I meet my father. Like I have to prove to you that I really, really do." Going with the truth always seemed to be the best thing with Edward. Besides, I wasn't a very good liar, and Edward would hound me until I did tell him.

We talked the rest of the way to Bella Italia, the restaurant that my father was waiting for me at. We got there much too early for my taste, and said our good-byes, him sneaking in one last kiss that nobody could have seen.

"It's under Swan," I told the lady at the stand.

"Right this way, ma'am." She led me to the back of the restaurant, that no doubt, my father had bribed her to give him.

He was already waiting there, as usual. He looked dark and brooding. Like he always did. While it was true he was aging, and his health wasn't what it used to be, he was still the ox he was born and raised to be. Just as strong, just as stubborn.

"Hello, Isabella." Even after all these years, he still called me Isabella. Only when we were in what he called a 'safe' place—meaning in our small group of acquaintances—was it okay to call me Bella.

"Hello, Father. You wanted to speak to me about something special?" It was true. My father had called me a few days ago, before he had left on a mission, saying that when he got back, he had something important to tell me. This barely ever happened, and when it did, it was always a hassle. Something big that would take a long time to blow over.

Father glanced at the woman out of the corner of his eye, and waited until she was out of hearing range to begin. "Yes, well. Bella, as you know, I am growing older and older everyday. I want a chance to see you fully grown and happy. Happy, and even with a family of your own."

Was this a joke? Was fait playing a game on me? Could I actually be able to tell my father about me and Edward, and he might actually be glad that it happened? I waited for him to continue, butterflies in my stomach, and my teeth began biting my lower lip.

"That's why it is brought to my attention that you should be married, and I already know who you are going to wed."

An arranged marriage? Maybe this wasn't as good as I thought. But, Edward's family and my family have been friends for years, and when we went undercover together, people always told us that we looked good together—a God and a plain-Jane, I never saw that as the perfect match.

"I want him to be somebody that we know and that we can trust with all of our secrets. Or…somebody who does already know our secrets. Somebody who is in our little group."

It's Edward. I just know it is. He was the perfect candidate. My heart sped up at the prospect. Hadn't Edward just been talking about how he planned to make me his wife? Was that really just this morning? Did he know about this? If he did, he wasn't going to be getting any for a long time. Well, maybe not a long time, because I have needs to, but he was still going to get a lashing.

It was then that I noticed how nervous my father seemed. His brow looked like it had some perspiration on it. It would have been comical if it hadn't been so serious. I could feel some sweat on my own forehead just thinking about it all.

"That's why I've chosen Jacob."

The words were so different from the words that I was expecting that I didn't think that they had actually registered in my brain until I asked, "Who?"

He cleared his throat nervously, as if this wasn't how he expected it to go. "Jacob, Jacob Black. You know who he is, Isabella. You've known each other for almost as long as he's been alive."

I stared at him in shock. While it was true that I had known Jacob his whole life, he wasn't what I wanted. He was several years younger than me, and he made it no secret that he was convinced he was in love with me. He must have found a way to convince my father he was the one for me. He loved me, but I returned the feelings in no way shape or form. He had a temper, he could be rude, he was demanding, and he was forceful. He was the complete opposite of Edward. He looked almost cute on the outside. Boyish. But Edward, he wasn't. He was a man through and through. Strong, loving, creative, and my one true love.

I could feel tears threatening to burst out from me. There was no telling my father that I refused to marry Jacob Black. Like I said, my father was as stubborn as an ox when he wanted to be. Not even his little girl could shake him of that. This was a reason that he made such a wonderful Mafia leader.

I nodded my head, knowing that there was no way out. "I understand, Father. I will marry Jacob." There words were lost to me. I wondered if I would even be able to survive until the wedding. I would surely die before I married Jacob Black.

My father seemed to relax, sinking into his seat more, his shoulders seemed less tense.

For the rest of the outing, I kept the tears at bay, willing them back, not until it was safe to cry. Finally, my father had to leave; something of great importance had come up. He contacted Edward for me, telling him to come and pick me up. With a quick kiss to my forehead, he was gone. I sluggishly walked my way to the doors of the restaurant.

I waited for a few minutes, barely holding myself together. By the time Edward showed up, I was sure that I looked like a nervous wreck.

"Hello, love. You'll be happy to know that we have the whole house to ourselves so…" he trailed off when he saw me. His face automatically became worried.

He opened my door for me, waiting until I was safely in my seat before he started questioning me. But I couldn't answer any of them. The second he started he had to stop.

My tears had finally broken through my barrier, and they streamed down my face. I'm sure I looked pathetic to him. Crying here like this. But when I glanced at him, I only saw worry. And I sobbed harder. This man, this perfect man, the one that I had held in my arms just this morning, was never going to be with me again. All because my father's health was failing and he wanted to see me married and with kids before he died. I knew that I could give that to him, but he had chosen badly. For once, my father had chosen the wrong man for the job.

Edward as silent the whole ride home, and by the time we were there, I was glad that we were here alone. Not so we could be up to some night-time activities, but so that nobody would see me and question. My father would not only be furious in me showing rejection and weakness, but that I had lied to him earlier of being perfectly fine with the match.

Edward didn't let me get out of the car on my own or do anything else. He simply picked me up into his arms bridal style, and carried me to my room. I thought of how this would be the only way that Edward would ever be able to carry me like this. I would never get the chance to be his bride.

He set me down on my bed, and curled under the sheets with me. He held me through out the night. While I cried, and when I was finally able to fall asleep, the tears were streaming down my face.

I cried for the love I was losing, for the love I was forced to give, and for never being able to finally have the fairy-tale ending my mother used to always tell me I would have.

Unfortunately, I would never have that. I'm sorry mother, I know that you're dead, and that you can't hear me, but my fairy-tale ended a long time ago. And I would never have it.

So that was how I fell asleep the night I learned of my engagement. Crying in the arms of another man. Of my love.