Here's another chappie!!!!! ^0^ I have done A LOT this week…..O.o ANYWAYS, I'm typing this on my laptop, as per usual, but right now, it won't let me connect to the internet, so I can't see what my reviews are!!!Well, I've already seen them, I just never picked out someone I wanted to dedicate this too…. ^-^;;…So I'll dedicate this to someone's name I know. Well, three persons.
Mystery625
IggyismyEdward (My bestie in real life ^^)
ANDDDD
ColorTuesdayBlack
!!!!!!!
Disclaimer (I've been forgetting to add this in O-o) : I DO NOT own anything but the……idea…AND my uber yummy chips and Ipod !
Well….That was one long Authors note…
Cookies for whoever read it!!!!
ENJOY CHAPPIE…..9?
Oh, some of you are going to hate me for the beginning of the chapter…. *coughcoughColorTuesdayBlackcoughcough*
BPOV
He wrapped his arms around me and leaned forward…
And leaned right back. It took me a couple seconds to realize that he had only been clasping on my necklace. Insert blush here.
"Perfect," he said, "I'm glad you wore that dress. Why are you blushing?"
"It's nothing," I got up and looked at my reflection in the mirror that was hanging above the fireplace. "It's truly a beautiful necklace, and it does look lovely with my dress, but I wish you hadn't done it. I don't want the Swans to be any further in debt to you."
"A gift is not a debt," He said grimly. "Sit down, I'm not finished yet."
I was still uneasy, but I sat back down on the couch, but sat as far from him as possible.
"As long as you remain here, I want you to consider this house your home. Just as it always used to be." He paused, just to hand me a set of keys. "Here is a key to the house and to my Volvo. It's yours to use whenever you want go anywhere. I usually use my Volvo most of the time, but my sister is on a tour showing off her fashion line in Europe for the next couple months. I'll just use her Porsche until she gets back. You should be done and gone by then." He seemed sad saying the last sentence, almost as if he wanted to cry. I must have been imaging it.
"That's not necessary. I don't expect or need any of this." I protested.
"And," he continued, as if I said nothing. "You're invited to share my evening meal every night, just like tonight. It's a trite expression, but please, make yourself at home."
I continued to shake my head, and he took my hand. The soft glow in his eyes took away the sting from his words. "You've indicated that we have an employer-employee relationship. I'm giving an order—you're to do as I say."
I wouldn't look at him, but I could hear that smirk in his voice.
"And I took the liberty of asking Angela to move your possessions to your former bedroom. You won't be going back to the servants rooms."
I raised my startled eyes to his. I knew that he slept in the master bedroom, just a few doors down from my old room.
"To keep me from 'taking advantage' of you, as she thinks I'm still a testosterone-thought driven teenager," he chuckled a bit while saying this. "She will be sleeping in one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hallway." He lifted my chin until we could look each other in the eyes. "Do this for me, Bella. It would make me feel so much less guilty. I never felt right about taking away your home."
My eyes lowered in sorrow. "If I get adjusted to my former surroundings, it will be just like losing my home all over again when I go back to my dad and sisters. I'm not sure I can bear losing it again."
"I never thought of it that way," Edward said in a contrite voice. "I don't want to cause you any more pain and distress."
"I appreciate your kindness. I'll do ask you ask." I touched the necklace. "Thank you—for everything."
"Is there anything else I can do to make your birthday complete."
"You've been so generous already, so I shouldn't ask, but want to telephone my dad. I won't reverse the charges because he can't afford the extra expenses, but I don't want to use your phones, and I don't have any way o get to a pay phone."
"You have a car know. You can go anywhere you want. But, that isn't necessary. Telephone from here. There's a phone jack in almost every room, so call him whenever you want to."
He walked with me to the front hallway, where we crossed the marble floor to the staircase. I extended my hand, and he held it briefly, and I felt that shock like I always do whenever we come in contact. I started up the stairs, and when the staircase curved, I paused beneath the crystal chandelier. I turned and looked at him where he stood in the center of the hallway. Our gazes held for a long moment.
"Good night, Edward." I said before I moved towards my room.
EPOV
I leaned forward and clasped her necklace and sat back immediately, already missing the closeness of her body to mine.
"Perfect," I said, "I'm glad you wore that dress. Why are you blushing?"
"It's nothing," She got up and looked at her reflection in the mirror that was hanging above the fireplace. "It's truly a beautiful necklace, and it does look lovely with my dress, but I wish you hadn't done it. I don't want the Swans to be any further in debt to you."
"A gift is not a debt," I said grimly. "Sit down, I'm not finished yet."
She sat back down on the couch, but sat as far from me as possible.
"As long as you remain here, I want you to consider this house your home. Just as it always used to be." I paused, just to hand her a set of keys. "Here is a key to the house and to my Volvo. It's yours to use whenever you want go anywhere. I usually use my Volvo most of the time, but my sister is on a tour showing off her fashion line in Europe for the next couple months. I'll just use her Porsche until she gets back. You should be done and gone by then." I said the last part quietly. I felt like crying. I knew that she had to leave sometime, but saying it out loud was like confirming it.
"That's not necessary. I don't expect or need any of this." She protested.
"And," I continued. "You're invited to share my evening meal every night, just like tonight. It's a trite expression, but please, make yourself at home."
She continued to shake her head, and I took her hand. "You've indicated that we have an employer-employee relationship. I'm giving an order—you're to do as I say."
She wouldn't look at me.
"And I took the liberty of asking Angela to move your possessions to your former bedroom. You won't be going back to the servants rooms."
"To keep me from 'taking advantage' of you, as she thinks I'm still a testosterone-thought driven teenager," I chuckled a bit while saying this, thinking about how she thought I had at one time been a 'ladies man'. "She will be sleeping in one of the rooms on the opposite side of the hallway." I lifted her chin until we could look each other in the eyes. "Do this for me, Bella. It would make me feel so much less guilty. I never felt right about taking away your home."
Her eyes lowered in sorrow. "If I get adjusted to my former surroundings, it will be just like losing my home all over again when I go back to my dad and sisters. I'm not sure I can bear losing it again."
"I never thought of it that way," I said in a contrite voice. "I don't want to cause you any more pain and distress."
"I appreciate your kindness. I'll do ask you ask." She touched the necklace. "Thank you—for everything."
"Is there anything else I can do to make your birthday complete." I felt as if I should do more, but didn't know what.
"You've been so generous already, so I shouldn't ask, but want to telephone my dad. I won't reverse the charges because he can't afford the extra expenses, but I don't want to use your phones, and I don't have any way o get to a pay phone." She said, a bit nervous.
"You have a car know. You can go anywhere you want. But, that isn't necessary. Telephone from here. There's a phone jack in almost every room, so call him whenever you want to."
We to the front hallway, where we crossed the marble floor to the staircase. She extended her hand, and I held it briefly, and I felt that shock like I always do whenever we come in contact. Bella started up the stairs, and when the staircase curved, she paused beneath the crystal chandelier. She turned and looked at me where I stood in the center of the hallway. Our gazes held for a long moment.
"Good night, Edward." She said before walking towards her room.
"Good night Bella. I love you." I whispered. I wanted to tell her that all night, but never built up enough courage to do so.
What if she rejected me? I mean, I don't exactly have women lining up at the door, but I know that my feelings are true. I couldn't take another heartbreak. Not after Tanya.
I was falling in love with Bella. And I was falling fast and hard. This could only end in pain and misery.
Is Eddie boy here in love or what? I feel bad for him… :( Don't any of you??? Anyways, I think I have a way for Jake to be put in here, but I'm not totally sure.
Review? The button doesn't bite, I promise.
Fatal.