I don't own twilight blah blah blah

Sorry for the back to back EPOV, I was just inspired to continue.

I imagine Tanya looks like that Joanna Krupa chick, IDK who she is, but she's gorgeous and is on the cover of Maxim this month lol.

Songs for this chapter: Linger, The Cranberries, Sink Into Me, Taking Back Sunday, Faust Arp, Radio Head, I'm Not Ok, My Chemical Romance, Ordinary Girl, Pete Yorn, Break On Through, The Doors, Happiness Is A Warm Gun, The Beatles, Click Flash, Ciara, Foxy Lady, Jimi Hendrix, I Kissed A Girl, Jill Soblue, About A Girl, The Academy Is…

Old Friends In Old New York

EPOV

"Edward my boy!" I found grandfather flirting with the female bartender. 8am time for his morning whisky.

"Grandfather always a pleasure" We shook hands. We're not a hugging family.

"I just got off the phone with Carlisle. He and that mother of yours are due home tomorrow. Walk with me boy" We headed towards the golf course. Grandfather began his ritualistic tangent about how my mother was almost the downfall of the family name. Secretly he had found her rambunctious spirit refreshing.

(Linger, The Cranberries)

They both went to Harvard, Carlisle was working on a degree in, you guessed it, a double in business and premed. Esme was studying to be a human rights lawyer with a minor in architectural design. She was a free spirit, a hippie with a sharp mind and big ideas about making the world a better and 'prettier' place. They both signed up to spend a summer abroad in Paris. They met on the plane and spent the whole summer semester together. It was Love at first sight. When father brought her home to meet grandfather the shit hit the fan. "She's a great girl, Carlisle, a great fling, but she's not Cullen material". In his final act of defiance they eloped in Vegas, Esme was already pregnant. We were the only reason there was no annulment. Of course a grand Cullen worthy wedding followed and Alice and I came 7months later. My mother was once a great woman and my father fell in love with her. After he started med school Carlisle's strangling need to please his father kicked in and eventually killed her. Now she's an empty shell playing the role of rich desperate house wife. He killed her, fucking bastard.

"Edward, what are your plans for the future?"

"Sir?" he knew my plans, Harvard business and premed, then Med school, just like Carlisle, just like him.

"Don't play dumb boy you're not your father, it doesn't suit you" I had to crack a smile at that. The irony of it was that marrying my mother on a whim was the closest to being like his father Carlisle ever was.

"Sorry Sir, it's just, you planned my plans, forgive me if I don't understand the question"

"Edward there's more to life then school and work. Love boy, what about love? I know you've been through every eligible girl in Washington, any of them stick yet?"

"Love?" We finally reached the green, but there was no cart, no caddy.

"Eventually you'll need to settle down. These games you and your friends play. They need to end. It's time to grow up Edward." I opened my moth to speak and quickly shut it. You don't interrupt Edward Anthony Sr. and something told me now was not the time to bring up Isabella Swan daughter of divorced alcoholic and former Kirkland bad girl Renee McCarty, not that any of that matters much to me.

"Your father and I agree that you could do with a little trip to New York, make your presence know to the board and such. Geoffrey packed your things last night, their waiting in the limo. No golf today Edward we have plane to catch." He turned to walk away.

"What about school? I can't just leave for an unspecified amount of time, I have class, homework" I couldn't leave Bella. We just made love for the first time. I'm supposed to hold her hand in the halls and do all that other boyfriend shit, not leave her the next day.

(Sink Into Me, Taking Back Sunday)

"You'll learn more in a week with me then you will spending 4 years at that damn school. I would think you would jump at the chance to miss a week." I got in the limo and sunk down. "This will be good for you boy, you'll see"

Five hours later I was settling into my old room in my parents Upper Eastside apartment. "Fuck" I huffed plopping down on my bed. Marry Anne our on call house keeper, had begun unpacking my things when the bedside phone rang.

"Hello"

"Mr. Cullen?"

"Speaking"

"My name is Paul, Sir. I'll be your on call driver for your time in New York. Just call down to the door and I'll be here"

"Oh, um right, thank you um"

"Paul, Sir"

"Right, Paul. I'll be sure to do that, thank you"

I pulled out my cell phone to call Bella. She's probably wondering what the hell has happened to me…or she hasn't noticed that I'm gone yet because she really doesn't care that much. No, she cares, I know she does "fuck, just call her you pussy" I blew out the breath I was holding and dialed her number, it's 3pm there I'm sure she's home, probably doing her homework or whatever the fuck girls do in their spare time.

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(Faust Arp, Radio Head)

"Hello" her voice was the comfort I was seeking, instantly my entire body relaxed and for a moment I forgot I had been dragged to New York against my will.

"Bella, it's me Edward"

"I know" she chuckled, right, caller ID "I was wondering when you were gonna call me. I was thinking maybe tomorrow night or something I could come over, I mean we do have some 'things' to talk about" she sounded so light and carefree, beautiful.

"There's nothing else in the world I would rather do, but I can't"

"Oh, do you already have plans or something?" I could hear the disappointment in her voice.

"Um love, I'm out of town, in New York, for a week to be exact"

"What? I don't understand I thought you were playing golf with your grandfather"

"Yeah well the 'golf game' was just a cover for a fucking ambush. 'It's time for me to grow up' he said which means making my presence known to the board and making a few public appearances over the next week"

"I see. Well that….blows" I laughed. She seemed upset but ok.

"Are you ok?"

"Well what am I supposed to do hop on my Uncle's jet and come to get you?"

"Sounds good to me"

"Look, go be a good little boy. I'll be here waiting when you get back." I sighed in relief

"That's all I needed to hear"

"Well I have to get this shit done before I go to see Renee this next weakened. You're sister and Rosalie have turned my visit into a Rodeo Drive extravaganza. We're even ditching on Friday to get there early. I won't get anything done"

"I'm not surprised, Alice can be very persuasive. Go do your homework love. Can I call you later?"

"Well you better Cullen, or else I will hop on the jet and come there just to kick your sorry ass"

"Awe, now that's my girl. I'll talk to later"

"Bye"

That went better than I thought. I should have know, Bella never was the high maintenance type. She is so sweet and understanding under that sassy exterior. Not a second after we hung up my phone rang again. Carlisle. I'm so fucking mad at him. Fuck it he was wrong for setting this up behind my back and needs to hear it.

(I'm Not Ok, My Chemical Romance)

"Carlisle what the fuck am I doing here"

"Watch your mouth Edward. You're there because your grandfather and I agree that you were in need of a 'vacation', if you will, to put your mind straight. I'm sick of your shit Edward. You're going to run the largest Insurance Company in the world and it's about damn time you acted like it. You have responsibilities son, grow up."

"I had responsibilities at home. You can't just kid nap me and expect me to play the perfect son all fucking week."

"Yes I can, and yes you will. I don't know how to make this any clearer Edward. Your friends, these games are finished. It's all finished. You have a year and half left until college, I expect you to get your shit together and become the Cullen you were born to be." I was silent. My jaw began ach from being clenched close and rage rumble into the pit of my stomach. Who the fuck did he think he was. "And don't think I don't know about the drugs Edward. Now you listen to me, tomorrow night you and your grandfather are going to represent the family at the gala. You will smile, shake hands, and take pictures, while acting accordingly. Do you understand me?...Say it"

"Yes I understand" I said through gritted teeth.

"Good, that is all. Don't stay out all night. I don't want another page six debacle to have to deal with in the morning. Good night Edward"

He hung up and I sat there with the phone still to my ear.

"AHHHHH!" I screamed out. Mary Anne ran in.

"Mr. Cullen! Mr. Cullen? Are you all right do you need a doctor?"

"No Mary Anne I'm…." I sighed "please order Chinese for diner, the numbers and order preferences should be stored in the kitchen computer."

"Yes Mr. Cullen are you…"

"I'm fine. Dinner please."

She scurried out of my room. I flopped back to lie on my bed. In a way Carlisle was right, he just had a fucked up way of going about it. I've understood since I was 10 what my duty and responsibility to this family was, as has Alice. She might have the freedom to pursue her own path but she has the same pressure to act and marry accordingly. And now that Bella is in my life, or should I say back into my life I knew for certain that my future must hold her.

"Mr. Cullen your dinner is waiting in the dining room."

"Thank you Marry Anne"

I sat to eat and continued to think about the direction my life was heading. When I was 12 grandfather made it very clear that I was the Prince William to Carlisle's Charles. My dad just wasn't cut out for the business, he belonged in the hospital. As much of a fucking prick as he is to me and the family, he's really great at helping others. I'm to take over the Volturi Corporation after my grandfather. Alice has stock and technically a seat on the board, but I'll run the show. It was a lot to take in at 12. That was when I began to lash out. Fucking Tanya at 14 just added another layer and before you knew it I was lost. The only light I've seen for the past six years is Bella. I'm gonna marry that girl. She's my saving grace.

(Ordinary Girl, Pete Yorn)

Call me a fucking pussy whipped pansy but, after I ate I laid back in the bed and thought about what our wedding night would be like…the silk gown is finally removed to reveal a sinful white corset with matching panties and stockings. A delicate blue garter belt accentuates her creamy thigh…

Fuck now my dick is hard.

I could whack it, beat it, stoke it alone or…I pulled out my phone to check the time. 1:30 here is 11ish in Washington. Fuck, I wonder if she's still up. Would she even be into that? I mean she's obviously not a prude but she's not in my league either if you know what I mean.

I decided I needed a drink and a cold shower instead. The shower was a failure. When I stepped out my mind darted back and forth between a vision in white, and a vision ridding my cock screaming my name. After hunting down a shot glass and Carlisle's old bottle of grey goose I poured a shot and downed it. Fuck drinking alone.

"Mr. Cullen? Are you requesting the car right now Sir?"

"Um no Paul, how old are you?"

"I'm 23 Sir…would you like an older driver?

"No no you'll do, what are you doing"

"Um honestly Sir, I get paid to sleep in the car at your beck n call"

"Wow, that fucking blows" I laughed "why don't you come up and have some shots with me, I'm not going anywhere tonight, you can crash in the guest room"

"I'm sorry Sir, but is this a trick, I need this job. I go to Columbia, and let's just say I'm not quite as well off as you"

"No Paul" I chuckled "no joking, please join me in my wallowing"

"Ok, Mr. Cullen whatever you say"

(Break On Through, The Doors)

Two minutes later he was at my door wearing a suit and tie with an unsure expression on his face.

"Welcome to the dark side Paul, we're drinking vodka"

"As long as it's not popov" I quirked my brow at him, what the hell is popov?

"It's cheap college vodka Sir"

"Right. Hey listen, if we're gonna be buddies for the night and I am significantly younger than you, why don't you just call me Edward" now he was confused "I'm the second"

"Figures."

He looked around in awe at the decor. Esme really did a number on this place. It looked like a fucking wing straight out of Marie Antoinette's palace complete with French doors and cornflower blues with gold trim. Original art pieces hung on the walls and between them in the living room sat a 70 inch plasma TV with a full Bose surround sound system.

"So this is how the other half lives"

"This is it" I said through a cigarette hanging from my lips as I walked back into the living room with the Grey Goose bottle and 2 shot glasses. Pour the shots I said as I placed the items on Esme's antique coffee table and turned to plug my ipod into the stereo.

Paul turned out to be a pretty cool guy. He goes to Columbia, pre med. From Brooklyn originally "Sorry" I said Brooklyn's not bad or anything, it's just Brooklyn, even cabs won't go there.

"Naw, it made me who I am" I can respect that. I found out that aside from driving around the overly privileged he also interns at the hospital and DJ's when he's really strapped for cash. He needs a raise. I couldn't even imagine, I've never worked a day in my entire fucking life. I felt fucking small and insignificant. Unworthy to be in the same room with Paul the working man with integrity. Integrity, I probably couldn't even find the fucking word in the dictionary.

…5 shots and 2 hours later…

"NO NO you have thu thell her, she needs soo know"

I told Paul everything. How I had known when we were 10 that I loved her. Tanya, my father's shitty parenting skills, the burden of being Edward Anthony Cullen II. How now that she was back in my life, I was too chicken shit to tell her that I love her because 1, I wasn't completely sure how she felt. I think I know, but I was still terrified of being rejected. And, 2, Like everything else it was only a matter of time before I either fucked it all up or she decides that the Cullen name is too much for her to bare leaving her running as far away from me as possible.

"Fuck man I KNOW!" six shots.

"NO, you love her call her right now and thell her you love her"

"Ok, what time is it" seven shots…

"Dude it's early, it's…" he tried to count on his fingers "early" Paul laughed falling over onto the couch.

"OK ok shhhh" I laugh as I stumbled up out of my chair with my phone in my hand. I pressed 1 to speed dial Bella's number. "shhhh it ringing" I whispered loudly.

"Shhhhh" he laughed putting his finger to his mouth.

"Heeelllooo" She sleepily spoke. Her voice was low and husky, sexy.

"Heyyy Baby, shhh paul it's her" I tried to whisper and failed.

"Edward what's going on? Where are you? Are you ok?" she sounded worried. If I had been sober I would have felt bad for waking her, but right now all I felt was fucking hornier than a mutherfucker!

"I am at the New York pent house drunk with my good friend Paul the driver"

"Um ok…" she paused "Oh my gosh Edward Anthony Cullen it's 12:30 am here that means it's 3:30 there what the …" Bella scolded me through the phone, she was so cute when she got mad enough to call me by my full name.

"Shhhh Baby, Baby…Baby"

"Yes?!" she huffed with an annoyed tone

"What are you wearing?"

(Happiness Is A Warm Gun, The Beatles)

"Shut the fuck up Cullen" she laughed, so she wasn't completely turned off by the idea of phone sex.

"I'm dead serious! Paul just passed out, I'm walking into my room and locking the door…I just took my pants off and oomf" I tripped over my pants as I tried to remove my shirt "now my shirt is gone. So my beautiful sexy girlfriend, what are you wearing?" Fuck me did I just say that aloud? Shit, vodka induced word vomit. Can't take it back now, it's out there.

"Wow, girlfriend huh? I didn't know you did those Mr. Cullen"

"Call me Mr. Cullen again and you can have whatever title you want"

"Love and Sex Goddess, Mr. Cullen…blue lace panties and a small, tight, white t-shirt."I nearly busted a nut when she seductively said tight white t-shirt. That's my girl! I knew she'd cave and comply. She misses me; she wants this as bad as I do. I switched over to my blue-tooth a laid down naked on the bed. I might be drunk but right now I was EXTREAMLY focused.

"Are you there?" She asked. I could hear the slightest bit of timidness in her voice.

"I'm here baby. I wish I where there touching you, tasting your delicious skin. God I'm so fucking hard right now, I want you so bad."

"I want you too"

"Bella, I want you to touch yourself, but only on top of your clothes for now." I might not be there, but fuck if that'll stop me from teasing the shit out of her. "Take those pretty little fingers and message your tits. Imagine it's me baby, with my hands and mouth on your peaks. Are they getting hard for me?"

"So hard" it came out breathy followed by a soft moan. I began stroking my cock picturing her perfect pout wrapped around my dick.

"mmm, baby when I get back the first thing were gonna do is stuff my cock in your fucking sexy mouth"

"God I love your filthy fucking mouth" I loved hearing her swear. It was a sign that she was letting go, losing control. And there was nothing sexy then when my girl came unglued.

"Yeah? Well imagine my filthy fucking mouth sliding down your body." She moaned soft into the phone "That's right baby take your hand and spread that beautiful little pussy apart for me, but no penetration yet. Just circle your clit for me."

Her breaths speed up and I matched their speed with my strokes. Fuck, her voice was breathy and soft in my ear, it was bringing me close to my much need release.

"Stick one finger in, but only one"

"mmm ahhh, fuck Edward…more" she begged, all high pitched and sexy.

"When you put two more fingers in, imagine that it's my cock pushing into you, filling you up. Fuck, you were so warm and tight when we made love. So good, so fucking good"

"Ahh Edward! I'm gonna cum"

"Hold off baby just a little bit more"

"Please, Edward I need…please" Shit she was fucking begging me to let her cum. That fucking did it.

"Cum for me baby" I managed before I came into my hand. I heard the sweet sound of her orgasm in my ear. Moments passed as we began to catch our breaths. Hers evened out and knowing my girl she was ready to go back to sleep.

"Bella? Baby you there"

"Mmmhum"

"Go back to sleep love. We'll talk later my beautiful girlfriend."

"K, sounds good" she said half asleep already. Either she was pretending not to notice or she heard and sees nothing wrong with me calling her my girlfriend. Over the phone was not how I wanted to have the 'what are we now' conversation, but considering the circumstances…and I do want her to be mine and only mine. When I'm done playing perfect Cullen, I'll do things right. She deserves romance and passion, not phone sex after a one night stand.

Cumming sobered me up a little bit. I decided another cold shower and a bottle of water would do the rest. When I walked out into the living room after my shower, Paul was spread awkwardly on the couch. I chuckled and placed a bottle of water and some aspirin for him on the coffee table, he'll be hurting in the morning. I finally crashed at 5am. It was a deep sleep. I kept dreaming about my Bella and her soft skin and delicious 'assets', with her cute and sassy fucking attitude. One thing's for sure, Carlisle be damned, there's no fucking way I'm ever letting go of her. She is my life now…My air, better than any drug. I'm so addicted to her now, I need her to live.

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(Click Flash, Ciara)

I stepped out of the limo in this surreal slow-motion whirl wind. Cameras where everywhere snapping pictures of the royal and famous. In this world it wasn't enough to be the hottest new Hollywood it girl. No, here breeding mattered, and more importantly money mattered.

Grandfather walked ahead posing and rubbing elbows with his partners and other members of the billion heir boys club while I trailed behind smiling and putting on a show. The "new face of Volturi" he explained while I toured the offices earlier in the day. Tonight he will announce my upcoming involvement as the new face of the company followed by an eventual take over pending my college graduation in the near future. 0-60, No time to enjoy my life, just fucking responsibility, I'm beginning to understand my father more each moment I spend here.

"Edward, Edward over her!" they were all shouting at me at once. Fuck I need a drink!

"Edward why are you back in New York? How long will you be here? Are you alone tonight?"

"I-"

(Foxy Lady, Jimi Hendrix)

"He's with me" Fuck me if it wasn't Tanya fucking Denali strutting up to my side. She hadn't changed one bit, more mature maybe, sexier definitely but still Tanya. She wore a purple and green floor length gown that tied around her neck leaving a thin log strand of diamonds to trail down her exposed back underneath her strawberry blond flowing hair.

"Edward Cullen as I live and breathe. I knew I was right about you" She smirked and linked her I arm threw mine. All I could do was gape at her as my mouth wide open. The flashing bulbs didn't help my stupefied state.

"Thanks for your time but we must be getting inside" I heard her say through the ringing in my ears, in short I was a hot fucking mess. "Stop gapping and escort me in Eddie" she whispered in my ear. I smiled dumbfounded and happy that I could remember how to walk.

"Edward, say something! Look, I- you were about to get eaten alive out there so I thought I'd help you out…again." I never did find out why Tanya fucked me. We never talked. After, she simply smiled at me and walked out. While I made my way through the freshman and sophomore class sluts she went about her life as if I didn't exist. Not ignoring me or bashing me, I just simply didn't exist to her.

"I-Hi Tanya"

"Um hi" she chuckled.

"I'm sorry I just…what are you doing here?"

"Wow, you turned out gorgeous! Just like I thought you would" She smiled. "Good to see that smile is still intact…I work for Volturi, I graduate from Harvard in May. I'm taking over the Ad department. I mean with my dad on the board and all it just kind of happened"

"Right. So how are you? Fucked any freshmen lately?" She doubled over in laughter.

"Come on let's get drink. I wanna hear how you turned out after I made a man out of you" It was my turn to chuckle as we headed to the open cardless bar.

"You know, I still have no idea what happened. I mean I was sitting there a scrawny fucking freshman and you Phoebe Cates it out of the damn pool, give me the eye, pop my cherry and then act like I didn't exist only to graduate and never be heard from again. What The Fuck" she sipped her martini and stared down at the bar like she was watching the memory play out on the counter top and smiled.

(I Kissed A Girl, Jill Soblue)

"Let's go out on the terrace"

I skeptically raised my eyebrow at her "I promise I'll explain, just not in here" What-the fuck-ever.

"There was this girl, no not girl, woman, Italia. She was home from college and working at the club for the summer." She looked at me with questioning eyes that asked if I knew who she was referring to.

"I don't-"

"Anyway" she continued "Italia was the most beautiful creature I had ever seen. Long jet black hair, tan skin, tall, bright blue eyes. I crushed on her hard and it scared the shit out of me. I had never had those types of feelings before. I mean I thought it was normal to find other woman beautiful, but with her it was different. I wanted to be with her more than anything but I needed to be sure so…I saw you watching me all afternoon as you sat on the edge of the pool. You smiled that Edward Cullen smile and I figured what's one more? I mean I should know for sure before I give up and move to the other neighborhood right? Of course I thought of Italia through the whole thing, no offense"

"None taken" I shrugged listening. Not knowing what else to say.

"When it was over I knew. We fooled around in secret until she left to go back to school. Mommy and Daddy still have no idea that their darling perfect Harvard grad is a Vagitarian so I would appreciate it if you kept this all to yourself"

"Not my business. Wow. So. So, you used me?" It came out as a question. I had to admit I was in a wee bit of shock. I mean fuck the girl who popped my cherry just confessed that she only did it as a test and sure enough it was all carpets after me.

"Oh please, you used me too. You didn't give a shit about me and it gave you the confidence to become the panty dropping king, you should be thanking me"

"True" I scratched the back of my head and leaned over the balcony. "And thank you"

(About A Girl, The Academy Is…)

"So, you come here solo, and you make no passes at me or any other woman in there for that matter, what gives?"

"Ummmm" I couldn't help it, thinking about Bella always made me smile.

"Ok, spill Cullen, what's her name?"

I blew out the breath I was holding

"Fuck is it that obvious?" She nodded and rolled her eyes "Bella, Isabella Swan."

"Don't know her. Is she in the socie circle?"

"You know Rene McCarty right?"

"Who doesn't" she scoffed "her last drunken strung out fling was here in the city. It was all over page six 'Daughter of liquor Mogul a drunken drugged out mess' etc. The next thing I heard the family stepped in and shipped her off to rehab in Malibu"

I still have yet to hear the details of Bella's mother. I only knew as much as everyone else, and when people have no facts or evidence, they tend to make shit up.

"I don't really know much about her, but Bella is her daughter. She has her dad's last name, Swan."

"Oh right…I knew that, DA Swans daughter. It was a big foe pa when they got married. Apparently it was a shot gun wedding…Rene's a MILF, I bet Bella's hot. It's a shame she's straight. Is it serious?"

"Yeah, I mean I want it to be but-"

"but?

"It's complicated. How do you go from the panty dropping king to boyfriend? I don't even deserve her yet she wants me. I don't get it and I don't know what to do about it. And then there's the burden of being a Cullen. I'm worried that she'll decide that my dysfunctional unworthy family is just too much for her to handle."

"Do you love her?" Such a simple fucking question.

"I- yes" I whispered.

"Ok then. 1) You don't give yourself enough credit. I know you're a man-whore, but there's good in there. I've seen it. You think I didn't see you my last year at Kirkland, but I did. I saw the way you looked out for your sister and the blond girl. And 2, 'what is in name', if she loves you, and I have a gut feeling that she does" I smiled from ear to fucking ear "then you'll figure the rest out. You're not Carlisle, it'll be ok…Does she know?"

"No. Not officially but it was pretty fucking obvious when I made love to her for the first time on Friday"

"Well, if you want my advice, the second you get back you need to tell her, word for word 'I love you'"

"Thanks mom." She rolled her eyes and chuckled as she punched me in the arm.

It was funny, Cherry popping, muff diving, Tanya-fucking-Denali was the closest thing to a mother I had ever had in that moment. I could never talk to Esme about this sort of stuff. I wanted to, I wish we were closer, I wish I knew her before Carlisle.

Tanya was right. I needed to just fucking tell her, show here how much she means to me and will always mean to me.

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Fuck my life. I woke up to a text from Alice.

A- Page Six…not good

'Watch out Brangelina, there's a new royal couple in town. Edward Cullen was spotted with Miss Tanya Denali at last night's benefit. The two looked happy and cozy as they made their way thru the red carpet. The new couple was later spotted leaving in the same car, blah blah blah'

Another text from Alice…

I doubt shell see it, but seriously E WTF!

A/N

Who will show Bella page six? How will she react? Stay tuned!

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