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Second attempt at the chapter, I hope you all enjoy!

EPOV

This woman will to be the death of me.

I was doing so well. I put myself out there and she understood me. Not only that, but she's been in the same position, so it only made sense for us to agree to take this slow.

But now she's nipping at my neck and I can't take it anymore. I roll on top of her, propping myself up on my elbows, crushing my lips to hers. Her hands automatically go to the back of my neck, pulling me closer. I'm more than okay with this. The feel of her body against mine is heaven. Bella kisses me softly—her lips not as harsh as mine. She's letting me dominate this kiss, dominate her mouth. After a couple tender, closed-mouth kisses, I lick her bottom lip, begging for entrance. She teases, denying me access. Growling, I grind my hips against hers. She gasps as my hardened cock makes contact with her core. Taking advantage of the moment, I slip my tongue into her mouth.

Bella stills at first, caught off guard by my sneaky move, but seconds later responds vigorously. Her hands trail down my body, nails digging into the flesh, leaving a hot trail behind. Pain gives way to pleasure and I hiss at the feeling. Taking control of the kiss, Bella takes my bottom lip between hers, nipping it slightly with her teeth. The feeling goes straight to my hardened cock and I thrust my hips against her. With a moan, she grabs my ass and grinds her hips into mine.

Ugh, is she getting herself off on me? Fuck going slowly!

But we need to. It's something we both want and agreed to. We've already started off backwards—fucking before the first date.

With great difficulty, I pull myself away but remain propped up on my elbows.

"Well, that was some kiss." I pant, bending to kiss her softly on the nose. "But we really need to stop—otherwise I won't be able to."

Looking at Bella now, I know I want more than just a quick fuck. She's so amazing. Her hair surrounds her—a bit of a mess from our dry humping session—her cheeks flushed with colour, and her lips swollen from our kiss. Beautiful.

"What about…" She looks toward my cock, currently standing at attention for her.

"Don't worry about that, it'll go away."

Yeah, I'm gonna have to take care of that in the shower.

Bella slowly moves her arms around my neck and plays with my hair. "Thank you, Edward, for being stronger than me." She places a soft kiss on my lips and unwinds her arms. "Goodnight."

And with that, she turns on her side, facing away from me. Curling around her, I rest my arm across her waist. We're spooning. Within minutes, her breathing deepens.

"Goodnight, Bella."

BPOV:

I know its morning, yet I still can't bring myself to move. If I move and find that Edward's not lying next to me, it means last night was a dream. And I reallydon't want it to have been a dream. I want to believe I had a gorgeous, shirtless man inmybed. One who nearly got me off by kissing alone! Gah! Just thinking about last night has me all hot and bothered!

Rolling onto my back, I find the other side of the bed is empty. But the sheets are rumpled, a sure sign he was in fact here. That's when I notice a note and a sweet white daisy lying on the pillow. I grin and launch myself at the note.

Bella,

Sorry you're waking alone. Please believe me when I say I didn't want to leave you. Do you know you talk in your sleep? Just thought you should know.

I have things that have to be done today, which is the only reason I dragged myself away from your bed.

I had a great time last night and would love to see you again soon. Would you like to bring your friends back to the club on Friday night? I would love it is you would. And of course, you'll get the VIP treatment. Let me know, beautiful girl.

Yours,
Edward

I sigh and roll my eyes—of course I talked in my sleep last night! Couldn't I just have one night that I was quiet? Unfortunately I've talked in my sleep for as long as I can remember, and everyone who knows me well, kids me about it. Mike even got mad at me after his company's Christmas party one year because I'd had a sex dream about his colleague, Tyler, and moaned his name several times that night.

Suppose I should have taken that as a sign…

But last night, my dreams were filled with Edward. Kissing Edward, having Edward in my shower, on my couch, in the kitchen…I can only imagine what he heard.

I re-read the note several times. He seems like a great guy—polite, sexy, well-mannered, and truly genuine. On paper, he should be a rich, snobby brat who's only interested in himself, but in reality, he's the opposite. And to hear how awful his fiancé treated him, just makes my heart melt for him more.

Lying in bed, the events of last night play in my mind. When Mike showed up I was positive the night was going to be a complete and utter disaster—there I was half- naked with my ex-boyfriend when my date arrives! But instead of acting all hot-headed and storming out like most guys I know, Edward came to my defence—my knight in shining armour. And then we had our date as if nothing out of the ordinary had happened.

The open-mic night was a fun idea. It was nice to try something different and new. Throughout the night, I made mental notes of the genuine and sweet things Edward had done—he never let go of my hand, he sat next to me instead of opposite me, he didn't notice the pretty waitress, and then he got all protective of me with that Jacob guy. I'm seriously starting to wonder about his ex-fiancé's state of mind—how could she let a sweet guy like him go? Not that I'm complaining—her loss is definitely my gain.

I reach for my phone on the nightstand—needing to text the girls with the details of last night and ask them about Friday. I groan when I realise it's still in my purse by the front door—which means, now I really do have to get up.

I begrudgingly pull my lazy ass out of bed and head towards the front room. On the coffee table, I find a vase filled with wild flowers and a card.

Bella,

I meant to give these to you last night, but I somehow got distracted.

I hope you like them.

Yours,
Edward

I flop onto the couch, my thoughts consumed with Edward once again. I can't get over how sweet he is—part of me wonders if this is too good to be true. I mean, the last time Mike got me flowers was to apologise after a big fight. Looking back, that's really the only time he brought me flowers—always to apologise. Well I'm going to relish these—the first I've received just because and from a great guy.

I grab my phone from my purse. Usually after dates, my first text goes to Rose and Alice, but today is different.

B: Thank you for the flowers—I love them.

I send it quickly without over thinking it. Then, I text Rose and Alice, briefing them on the date and the plans for Friday. Already desperate to see Edward again, I cross my fingers hoping they'll be free.

Now that I'm up, I jump in the shower. My interview with the paper is tomorrow, so today I'll do some prep and most likely day dream about a certain bar owner.

After my shower I anxiously check my phone. I have three new texts—one each from Alice, Rose, and Edward. Of course I open Edward's first.

E: Anytime, beautiful girl. I take it you got my notes as well?

He called me beautiful!

B: I did, thank you. Although I would have preferred to wake up to you ;)

E: Me too, duty calls though. So do I get the pleasure of seeing you on Friday?

B: I need to check with the girls. Can I let you know later?

E: Of course, I'll speak to you soon. x

Awww, he ended with a kiss. Okay, Bella, get a grip!

Viewing the texts from the girls, they're similar—congrats on the great date, glad I had fun, did we have sex, and of course they're free on Friday. Rose wanted details on the sex if there were any—big surprise. So we make plans—Jasper will be our designated driver and we'll meet at Alice's house to get ready.

With one last text to Edward confirming our plans for Friday night, I grab my laptop and sit at the kitchen table to prep for my interview.

EPOV

I wake from the best night's sleep I've had in a long time. After all the concerns about changing careers, Lauren leaving me, and the stress of opening the bar, I haven't been sleeping well. But I feel rested and great today.

The sun is just peeking through the bedroom curtains, telling me that I should be getting up soon. But I want to stay in bed, with her warm body wrapped around me. Lying here on my side with my arms around her, her ass against my morning wood, is the comfiest I've been in a long while. Normally I'm a bed hog—I love to lay in the middle and have all the space to myself, but I could get used to waking up like this.

Trying to stay as still as possible, I turn my head to see a clock, a watch, or anything to show me what time it is. Noticing the alarm clock on the other side of the room, I see that it's not long after nine. Internally I groan, knowing I've got to get up soon. I need to get home, change, and head into work.

Moving my arm, I pray Bella isn't a light sleeper. She stirs slightly, nestling against my morning wood, but doesn't wake. I stifle a groan as that little nudge turns my wood from half-mast to a raging boner that's ready to go. As if she can read my mind, Bella moans, rubbing against my cock for the second time.

Involuntarily, my hips push forward, and I let out a moan.

"Edward…"

Shit. She's awake. God I'm disgusting.

"Mmm..Edward…feels….good."

Christ, she's asleep and moaning my name! Well if I didn't want her before, I certainly do now!

"Yes…Edward…there…"

Holy shit!

Bella rolls onto her stomach, freeing my arm. I move quickly, so I don't disturb her.

I dress, skipping the shower, which I'll take back at my apartment. I don't have to be at the club until later, but if I don't leave her now, I never will.

I'm almost to the door when I think about leaving a note. I don't want Bella thinking I'm pulling a runner. Finding a notepad, I scribble a quick message—well it's a quick message on the third try. Remembering the flowers I brought last night, I place a single daisy and the note on the pillow next to Bella. I take one last glance at Bella before leaving. On my way out, I put the flowers in a vase and leave them, along with another note for her.

I catch a cab not far from her apartment and I'm home in no time. A bite to eat and a quick cold shower later, I head to the club to catch up on paperwork. After our date at the open-mic night, I think about the potential revenue something similar could generate for Eclipse. There are loads of different themes we could try—I just need to think of a few that are appropriate for our club and discuss them with Emmett.

As I'm working, I come across a few newspapers. On opening night we invited some press, in hopes it would create some good publicity for us. Taking a quick glance through the features, I see it was worth it. One of the papers wrote a glowing report, and included a photo of me and Emmett standing outside the club. I'll be sure to send them a return invitation.

After a few hours, I'm focused on work, my head completely in the game, when my phone rings. After leaving the two notes for Bella, I assume it's her and pick up without looking at the number.

"Morning, beautiful girl."

"Well hello, handsome."

Shit. Fuck. Shit.

"Lauren…what do you want?" All friendliness is now gone from my voice.

"Awe, c'mon Darling, that's no way to greet your fiancé."

Ugh, Darling, I hate that pet name.

"Ex-fiancé. You made that clear when you started screwing around behind my back." I stand and start pacing around the office. I've not spoken to her in years—not a word since the day she left my apartment—and within seconds she has my nerves frazzled and my skin crawling.

Everything I'd worked to forget is brought to the forefront of my mind. Without giving her a chance to respond, I hang up and throw my phone on the desk. Within seconds it's ringing again. Knowing it's her, I leave it and the call goes to voice mail.

Funny how Lauren decides to call the day our club and faces are featured in the paper.

My phone continues to ring periodically for the next ten minutes before it finally silences. I have three voice mails and a new text—without looking, I delete the voice mails. Opening the text, I'm pleasantly surprised to see it's from Bella.

Now that's more like it!

I'm ecstatic that she's able to meet again this weekend and I find myself grinning.

"Well, well, well—check the cheesy grin! Someone got laid last night!" I look up to see Emmett leaning over my desk waggling his eyebrows at me. I just roll my eyes in response. It's easier that way—he never believes me anyway.

"Don't try and deny it, Eddie, I heard you come in this morning!" I know I'm busted but I just shrug in response, remaining silent.

"So where was the sex this time…in the kitchen? In the shower?"

I'm not giving him anything.

"C'mon give me something!" And the man pouts.

"Lauren just called me."Let's see what you make of that big guy.

"What the fuck? I thought you had a date with Bella? Did you blow her off for your psycho?" Emmett was never a fan of Lauren.

"No! Christ, is that what you think of me? Fuck Emmett!" I look up, catching his eyes—at least he has the decency to be ashamed. "I mean she called just now."

"And?"

"And nothing, I hung up. She's not exactly someone I want to start talking to again. I'm happy she's gone."I'm happy I haveBella.

My thoughts turn to Bella, the complete opposite of Lauren. Without realising it, a smile spreads across my face.

"Well keep avoiding her—she's one loose cannon and I don't want her sniffing around your ass again." He shudders as if the thought repulses him.

He doesn't need to tell me twice. Catching Lauren fucking around behind my back was probably one of the best things to ever happen to me. It hurt and I was pissed at the time, but in the long run I'm glad it happened. I wouldn't have met Bella otherwise.

The rest of the day is slow. We discuss opening more nights during the week and he agrees it could work, as long as we have the client base for it. We're a new club so we agree to keep the idea on the backburner for right now. When the time is right we'll pursue it.

I try to stay focused on work, but my thoughts keep straying to Bella. Of course sitting at the desk I fucked her on doesn't help. Thoughts of her plump lips wrapped around my cock, taking me into her sweet little mouth, keep running through my mind. That was almost as good as being inside her. Ever since that night, I feel like I'm permanently hard and once again, I discreetly palm myself through my pants. Almost being with her again last night, and thoughts of the night we were together, have me in a constant state of arousal.

Deciding that I've been at the office for long enough, I head home. A cold shower won't cut it this time—I need to take things into my own hands. Literally. Emmett's behind one of the bars taking stock, so I let him know I'm heading out for the day.

Speeding home, I'm barely through the front door as I start undoing my pants, rubbing my dick. I'm not going to last long. I've been keyed up thinking of Bella too much.

I go straight for my room, slamming the door behind me. As I lie on my bed, I yank my pants and boxers down in one movement, not even bothering to take them off completely. All I need is my cock to be free.

I lean back on the bed and grab it, stroking slowly. I can't wait though. The thoughts of Bella have been going through my head all day and I need it hard and fast. My movements become quicker and quicker. I fantasise that she's here and we're both desperate for each other. I throw her on the bed—she spreads her legs, teasing me by fingering herself. I climb on top and pin her down, entering her easily—she's so wet for me. I thrust deeper, the way she's begging for it—harder, faster, harder, faster, until I feel her tight pussy clenching around me.

I groan her name as I cum hard, all over my stomach.

BPOV

I can do this. I can do this. I CAN do this!

I will not go back to library. I won't. I refuse to.

I know I can write. I'm confident in my work and yet, here I am at the office of the newspaper, nervous that I'm about to blow it. Of course it doesn't help that the editor's kept me waiting for twenty minutes while he's on a conference call. Instead of feeling confident, I'm sitting here doubting my abilities.

I try to focus, but at the end of the day, I've done all the prep I can. If they don't want me then the next few minutes isn't going to change their mind. Before I wind myself up even more, a buzz sounds at the desk opposite me.

"Jane, please send in Miss Swan."

Finally!

"Yes, Mr Baxter." His secretary gestures to me. "Just go to the end of the hall and it's the only office on your left. He's expecting you so just go straight in."

"Thank you." I stand, straighten my skirt, gather my purse and coat, and head down the hall.

I get to the office and knock twice before opening the door. Inside, a middle-aged man is walking towards me. Based on my research, I know he's closer to fifty, but only the specks of grey in his jet black hair show a hint of his age.

At first glance, this man could be intimidating. He's close to six feet tall and well built. His hair is short, his complexion pale, and his eyes are the brightest blue I've ever seen. He has a very intense look about him. I catch his eyes and a genuine smile breaks out on his face.

"Miss Swan, it's so nice to meet you. My apologies for keeping you waiting, the call ran much longer than it should have." I meet him in the middle of his office.

"It's Bella, please, and don't worry about the call—these things happen." I flash him what I hope is my best smile.

"Okay, Bella, in that case please call me Alec. Please have a seat." He gestures to a chair facing his desk.

Alec starts off by telling me about the paper and what my role would be. To start, I would have a lesser role and would shadow the senior reporters. If I prove myself, I'll get my own stories. The role at the moment will be general news, but there may be a need to also help with Finance and Gossip.

"Bella, I know you can write. I was impressed with the articles you submitted to us. I brought you here today to see what kind of person you are—to see if you would fit in with our team. I don't hire based on an interview where you're prepped. I need to see your work in the field, see how you cope with the stress day to day." He pauses and leans forward placing both elbows on his desk. "I'd like to offer you a trial. Two months, I'll pay you a wage of course, and then at the end of those two months we'll meet again to see how things are going."

"Y—yes!" I almost shout at him. "I mean, that would be great, Mr—I mean, Alec."

God Bella, word vomit much?

He chuckles. "Great, well I don't expect you to start this week as we're already half way through. Why don't you start at nine next Monday morning? Come up to my office and I'll introduce you to the team."

We both stand and shake hands. "Sound great, Alec, thank you so much." Grabbing my things, I turn to leave. "Thank you and I'll see you Monday."

After the door closes behind me, I bounce up and down but refrain from squealing.

I got the job!

I quickly make my way downstairs and head toward my truck. Before I leave I send a quick text to my girls.

B: Got the job! Now we have something to celebrate on Friday! Driving home now—speak soon! X

Jake is waiting for me when I get home. The minute I'm through the door he's circling my legs, desperate for his daily walk. With all the prep and my nerves this morning, his walk was skipped so he knows it's time. I change quickly, grab his leash, and head out for a long walk.

EPOV

For the last few days, my cell phone has been a pain in my ass. Ever since the club was featured in the local newspaper, Lauren's been relentless. If I don't answer her calls—which I don't—she leaves a voicemail and then a text. I was hoping my avoidance would deter her, but no such luck. The more I avoid her, the more she calls.

Despite that, the rest of the week passes surprisingly quickly. Emmett and I spend most of Thursday discussing opening the club additional nights and brainstorming on which themes would work best for our clientele. Since we'll be open more nights, we decide we'll need to hire an additional bar manager to help us with the load.

Now it's Friday, and Emmett and I are both working as we expect to be fairly busy. Emmett has kindly agreed to let me go early if it's quiet later. Apparently "I need the action" more than he does. Things have moved quickly with him and Rosalie and he's been spending most nights at her place. Unlike Bella and I, they're not taking things slowly.

Not that I'm complaining, part of me wants to take things slowly.

And part of me wants to be in her tight warm pussy again….

And once again I find myself rock hard. In that respect, this week has been long. I've been jerking off on a daily basis—sometimes more than once—always to some fantasy including Bella.

I adjust myself and glance around the VIP Section. It's still early but there's quite a crowd already. On Fridays people come straight from work, catch up over a few drinks, and then head home. Whereas on Saturdays, everyone stays for most of the night. I'm hoping tonight is a typical Friday and I can slip away early to see my Bella.

As I look around for Bella, I'm met with a familiar pair of blue eyes staring right at me. I don't want those eyes in my club, never mind in my VIP area.

She winks and then looks away, focusing her attention on her friends. I leave the safety of the bar to speak with the bouncers. She's not welcome here and I need her to be removed from the property with as little distraction as possible.

I get to the door and find only one staff member there. "Demetri, where's Felix? I have a guest in VIP that shouldn't be here, so I need you guys to discretely show her and her friends the door."

He nods and glances back towards the bathrooms. "He's taking a leak."

"Alright, I'll go find him and send him back up here." Pissed off that she's even in the club, I turn and make my way towards the men's room.

Just before I reach the door, a hand grabs me, pulling me against the wall. I know who it is before looking.

With my back against the wall, she leans in, placing her hands on either side of me— effectively trapping me. Pressing her whole body against me, her flimsy dress tells me her nipples are hard.

Do not think dirty thoughts. Do not get hard.

"Hi, Edward. Have you been avoiding me?"

BPOV

"I'm nervous. Why am I nervous?" I look at both my friends who are sitting on Alice's bed, drinking wine while I'm straightening my hair.

"Because you like him." Rose answers, as if to say "duh".

I know this, but it still doesn't explain why I'm so nervous. I've been fussing over my hair, my outfit, and my make-up—something I've never done before. Usually I'm the first one ready and laid back. Now here I am, still doing my hair, while my friends wait for me.

I put the straightener down—if my hair isn't straight by now, it never will be. I pick up my barely-touched wine, take a couple big gulps, and turn to my friends.

"C'mon, let's go!"

We pile into Jasper's car, Alice in the front and me and Rose in the back.

"So Jasper, how come you're the designated driver tonight? It's not far—we could have taken a cab." I feel bad for leaving him out of the fun.

"I'm atoning for my sins of last Friday." He catches my eye in the mirror.

I'm confused. "Your sins?"

He nods, glancing quickly at Alice. "Yeah, for getting so drunk that Alice had to come home early and put me to bed. And then looking after my hung-over ass the next day."

"Ah, I see." I giggle. Jasper is so wrapped round her little finger.

We arrive at the club and there's a bit of a line. We pass it and head straight for the bouncers who usher us through. The place is packed and there's no chance of us getting a table, so we head straight to the bar. Edward texted earlier to let me know he was working the VIP area. I'm disappointed when we get there and I don't see him.

I look around the club, trying to be discreet. "I can't believe how busy it is—the boys must be ecstatic!"

"And speaking of boys, here's my favourite now." Rose flicks her hair and adjusts her cleavage as Emmett approaches.

"Ladies." He nods to me and Alice but gives Rose a kiss.

"Hey Em, where's Edward? Bella's missing him already." I glare at Rose and she winks.

"He's not behind the bar? He'll be in the office then. Bella, go on down—you remember where it is, right?" He waggles his eyebrows, causing Rose and Alice to burst into giggles. I walk away without even acknowledging his comment.

Honestly, you do one wild thing and your friends never let you forget it.

I push my way through the crowd and head towards the corridor leading to the restrooms and offices. I stop dead in my tracks as I enter the hall.

There, a few feet away in the shadows, is Edward. He's not alone, and the sight before me causes bile to rise in my throat. Edward is backed against the wall, his arms around a tall blonde. She's pressed against him and is kissing him soundly. They don't even notice me.

I feel like I've been punched in the stomach.

He's supposed to be different.

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