A/N: This is chapter 9. Thanks to Susie my coach (xlavendermoonx). You do a great job. This chapter is dedicated to all my readers. Thanks for your support. I love you all. This chapter is especially dedicated to Biel...my very first you tube friend.

There is a sexual explicit scene in this chapter…If you don't feel comfortable, don't read it…

The characters belong to S.M…But this Edward and Bella are mine…so is Rob….

MY ALL chap.9

GETTING SETTLED

EDWARD

I was already in Montreal. The last day in New York passed by fast. I had so many things to do; just packing the trunk of my deep blue Porsche Cayenne took almost all the morning. Four suitcases, two backpacks, my laptop, my guitar, the trunk was almost full. I had to bring so many clothes. A year in Montreal…may be more than a year…so I had to pack clothes for all the seasons…and sure I would have to buy more because as I heard, winter could be very harsh and cold there.

I had all the information from Charlotte, the addresses of both the Hilton Embassy Suites in downtown Montreal and the condo Alliance had rented for me in Laval, a suburban town near Montreal. And I had the information concerning the establishment where I would be taking the French classes. The GPS was in the SUV, so driving to Montreal was not difficult.

It was an easy trip. I drove a bit over the speed limit and made only one stop when I was halfway between New York and Montreal. I stopped somewhere in The Adirondacks to put gas in the SUV and to get something to eat.

The weather was pretty cool, and there was a fine drizzle falling. The sky was filled with heavy, grey clouds so the road was wet, but it was not slippery.

Passing through the customs line went quickly. The Canadian custom officer, who was a woman about 35 years old, all smiles and gentleness who definitively recognized me before I even handed her my passport and took a few minutes of her time to ask me for an autograph for her fourteen year old teenager daughter…who was in love with me…and I guessed she was in love with me, too…since the woman was blushing and a bit shy when she asked me for the autograph.

So once the data were finally in the computer, the lady wished me a very nice stay in Canada, and I was on the road again.

The Embassy Hilton Suites were on St-Antoine Street in downtown Montreal. The suites were very luxurious…Alliance Films didn't spare any expense at all, as it seemed to me, as one night cost about 300 hundreds dollars to stay there. I spent the days exploring the city, which was cosmopolitan; almost all the people were speaking English and French here. The people were nice, a lot of them recognizing me but not making a great deal of me being famous Edward Cullen at all.

I went to see where 'Le Collège Des Langues Internationales' establishment was located. It was a four story building, all bricks and stones, on Peel Avenue.

And I met girls, too. I met a girl in a place called 'Le Café de La Place'. She was a 26 year old with long brown hair. A waitress with beautiful greenish-blue eyes. Her name was Tia. We became acquainted fast and I closed even faster….I mean closed - sexually…I fucked her twice in two days….in the hotel and at her apartment…It was good, hot, intense sex…she knew how to use her mouth and her tongue, and I showed her my talents, too. Tia made me think of Kate… They were both similar types of girls…She was not interested in having a love relationship…being far too busy with her own life….studying full time at McGill university in administrations and working part- time as a waitress. We exchanged our cell numbers, as I had the intention of seeing her again, and she wanted to see me too.

I stayed five days at the hotel before receiving a call from my manager Charlotte, informing me that the condo was ready, and that I could move to Laval.

The contractor was waiting for me at the condo at 2:00. So I checked out, the bill had already been paid by Alliance, put my luggage in the Porsche Cayenne, my GPS on and drove to Laval.

The traffic was a bit slow…but nothing compared to New York…So no expletives from me, no cursing….nothing. I just relaxed and listened to some Beethoven. My tastes in music were varied - from Metallica, to AC/DC, to John Mayer, to Van Morrison, to Kings of Leon, to Beethoven and Mozart. I was raised with music, and I loved it.

It took me 45 minutes to get from The Embassy Hilton Suites to Laval. The city was a big one and pretty nice at first sight. I stopped on boulevard Des Laurentides at a Tim Horton's to get a coffee through the self-service and was on the road again.

I finally arrived to the street where my condo was located. It was on rue Des Tilleuls, the address was 2011. And to my big surprise, it was beautiful and very wealthy. The development was under construction, and I saw many workers on the construction site. The street was not set with asphalt yet, so I drove slowly, not wanting any rocks to hit the exterior of the SUV and scratch the paint. My car was very precious to me, and I wanted to keep it as it was.

There was a grey haired man waiting for me outside the condo. I parked in the alley, cut the engine and got out of the vehicle.

The man walked toward me and greeted me.

"Hello, sir…You are Mister Cullen…right? My name is Alain Martin," he said, shaking my hand.

"Yes, sir…I am Edward Cullen. So this is the place I am going to live in…It looks pretty good to me."

"Yes, sir, it is a quiet neighbourhood here. And it will be much quieter when all the construction is completed. Hope you will enjoy living here. So follow me, young man…I'll show you the place."

He opened the door, and I followed him. The interior of the condo was very luxurious and spacious. There was a fireplace in the living room. All the rooms were big. The furniture was already in place. From the flat screen TV, to the couch, to the coffee table, to the dining room table, to the refrigerator, to the stove, to the bed and the night tables and the lamps….Everything was there. It smelled of fresh paint and varnished floors. He guided me around, showing me everything…and I was very pleased. The condo was all- equipped; the cupboards were full of dishes, pans, utensils. The closets were filled with towels, sheets, pillow cases, blankets…There was even a small study with a desk and chair…

Yes, I was indeed very happy….And Charlotte was right…All I had to bring here was my sexy body and my stuff.

I told Mister Martin that I was delighted. He handed me the key, shaking my hand again and wishing me a nice stay before he left.

I took the time to look at everything again, opening the cupboards' doors, the closets' doors, going into the bathroom to see what was in the vanity, walking to the bedroom, opening the chest drawers, walking outside to the balcony….going back in again…turning on the TV…Oh! Yes, I already loved this place. I should call Charlotte later to tell her that Alliance Film was great. The condo they rented for me was above my expectations.

I went outside to get my luggage out of the Porsche. I stayed out for a while; looking at the condos, the workers and the cars…My God…People here seemed to be wealthy. I saw two Mercedes, a BMW, a Volvo a Jaguar and a Corvette. Just one vehicle seemed really odd in this place. It was a black Chevy van….quite old…an antiquity…may be a 1994-1995 van…It was parked directly in front of my condo in the alley across the street….maybe it belonged to a worker.

I moved back in the house with all my stuff. I began to unpack my suitcase, hanging my clothes in the closets, putting away my t-shirts, my sweaters, my underwear, my socks in the chest drawers, getting all my toiletry-type stuff in the bathroom's vanity, my laptop on the desk in the study, my shoes, boots and coats in the entrance hall's closet. Two hours later, everything was done. There were some pamphlets left on the kitchen counter, and I looked to see if there were some restaurants around, so I could order some food to be delivered. I was too tired to go back out, but I was really hungry.

There were some restaurant menus, so I ordered a pizza and a vanilla coke from a place called Moreno. Thirty minutes later the doorbell rang, and it was the delivery boy. I paid him and began to eat as soon as the boy left.

I sat on the couch, turned on the TV and flipped through the channels…There were many French channels, but there were many English channels as well. I began to watch ET Canada Tonight, which was similar as Entertainment Tonight in the states…And then it was me on the screen….Jesus Christ…The first show I watch on Canadian Broadcast and they were talking about me. It was Ben Mulroney. I knew that guy. He interviewed me some time ago while a part of one of the Harry Clearwater movies was being filmed in Toronto. He was a nice man. He was talking about my new project…'JE TE CROIS' and my stay in Canada for a year….and that according to some rumours, I was single again, my ex-girlfriend having been seen with another man….So that was him…as there was a picture of the two of them on the screen right now…that Alex guy….he looked quite ordinary to me…Oh! Oh! Cullen…Are you jealous man? She dumped you for that guy…maybe his dick is bigger that yours…the motherfucker in my head said…Shut the fuck-up I retorted back….evidently talking to myself…

I picked up my cell to make a few calls.

The first person I talked to was Charlotte. I told her about the condo…how it was beautiful and spacious and how happy I was with it. I asked her to thank Alliance for me. She told me that she was in a meeting but would call me back for the interview and the photos session with 'STAR SYSTEM' to fix a date and a time.

My second call was to my mom. I knew she was expecting to hear from me, and as the good son I was, I answered to all of her questions with patience, sometimes laughing, because she was always worrying about me.

Then I called Marcus and Emmett.

And the last call was for Tia, the girl from Le Café de La Place. We talked a bit, and I told her I would see her next week.

It was September 21st and the French classes were beginning on September 25th. So it gave me a few days to get acquainted with Laval, and I had the intention to explore the city tomorrow and over the next few days.

And I did not forget my Mission Possible…I had to find that Miss Isabella Swan as soon as I could. Maybe next week when the classes would begin. The establishment where I would take those classes was in Montreal as was her company. So the next time I was in Montreal, I would try to find a way to contact her.

It was around 1:00 in the morning, when I finally decided to get a shower and to go to bed.

Yes, I had a very good feeling about my life here in Laval and in Montreal. I already had a friend, Tia…and was sure I would meet some other very nice people in that French class as well…I went to sleep quickly, happy and very satisfied.

BELLA

The French classes were beginning tomorrow. I had so many things to do since my arrival in Laval. I did not even notice the time passing. I had to unpack all my stuff…I had so many boxes to empty out. It took me at least three days to set everything in its place. I went out, too and was enchanted by the city. I discovered the shopping centers, some restaurants, some bars and cinemas. I knew where the nearest drugstore was, the hospital, the dentist, the bank, the convenience store…I discovered a beauty salon very near to my condo. The post office, the library… the book store…and many more establishments. All the important places you have to know the location of when you moved into a new place. I went to the shopping center to buy curtains to drape all the windows. I went to get groceries, because food was a necessity, and I loved cooking. I went to the liquor store to buy wine and beer. I went to the drugstore to buy some medicine. I went to the book store to see what kind of novels they had in stock, and while I was there, I bought the whole series of True Blood….which was about vampires and bloodsuckers…

And I made a new friend. She was the girl who was living next to my condo, and she was a hell of a nice girl. Her name was Rosalie Hale. She was 29 years old, gorgeous, 5 feet 9 inches with long, golden blond hair and deep brown eyes. She was teaching at an elementary school with 8 year-old kids, both boys and girls.

So during the days, I kept myself busy with unpacking and shopping. And in the evenings, almost all the evenings when she had no work to do, I spent my time with Rosalie. We drank wine and cocktails, we cooked together and we went out.

I discovered many places with her as well. She was the girl to go out with. She made me think of Jessica and Angela a lot. They were similar types of girls.

We went to a few bars to drink. We went to the restaurants she mostly enjoyed and wanted me to discover…And we went to the cinema….

One evening she was with me at my place, and we were done with the dinner and a few drinks. She asked me if I wanted to go out to see a movie.

"Why not, Rosalie….What would you like to see?" I asked her while drinking a glass of red wine.

"I would like to see the last Harry Clearwater movie…I love that actor so much…He is so sexy," she said.

"Wait…wait…wait….Is that the story in which Edward Cullen plays the role of Harry?" I retorted in an almost angry voice.

"Yes, darling….He plays the role…He is The Harry Clearwater.

I saw all his movies…He is a sexgod…He is my own fantasy….Oh…he is so beautiful," Rosalie said in a musical voice.

"Well, Rosie…no…I hate that guy….I met him twice, and I am not going to see that movie for sure…"

"Urgh….ahhh…Where did you meet him?" She now asked in a curious voice.

And I told her everything…the cocktail party details …how I was attracted to him…the song he sang…how he looked at me the entire time he was singing…then about our meeting at the bar…what he said…how he insulted me…treating me like a whore…and my encounter with him the next day at the Starbuck's.

She listened carefully and felt very sorry for me….but she still wanted to go to the movies to see him…and she was very convincing.

"Come on, Bella….Just forget he is Cullen….Please….Please…I am sure you will not think of him as Edward…He is Harry….He is not Edward…Please!" She was almost on her knees right now.

And as I was a nice girl, I accepted.

"But I tell you, Rosie, if I am not able to dissociate him from Bastard Cullen then I am leaving. So take your car and I'll take mine…and I am only doing this to please you…"

"Oh! I love you…I love you, Bella." Now she was jumping all over the place like a damn fourteen year old.

"Okay, hun…there is a showing at 9:00…so let's go…Oh! Bella, you are so nice," she said.

"Well, Rose…I think I am a stupid fool right now. Just hope I won't vomit…" I retorted.

And we went to see that damn movie with fucking asshole Cullen. And as Rosalie said, I forgot he was fucking asshole Cullen. He was stunning; sexy as hell, magnificent, gorgeous….a real sex god…He had a great screen presence. Those dazzling, deep emerald green eyes, that hair…bronze-copper…in complete disarray….that mouth…oh-so-sensual…those lips….and that smile…OH!MY!GOD…that smile was devastating and oh-so-sexy…He had a body to make any girl ovulate.

In one scene, he was naked…Absolutely-fucking naked…As God created him….In the name of all the saints who are in heaven right now…I swear…I almost lost my control…And I was not the only one. Rosalie was squeezing my arm so tightly…I thought my blood would stop circulating. The girls in the audience were screaming like hell…some guys, too…and I heard some women….Jesus Christ they were moaning.

I was almost in trance myself…How could a guy in any lifetime be so perfect? …He was a masterpiece, a real work of art, a bloody sexy beast…

I saw him. I saw his chest…his well-chiselled chest…His neck…his collar bones…his porn-jaws…his shoulders…his strong arms…his nipples…his oh-so happy trail…his beautiful long, sexy muscled legs…his stomach…his torso…his well defined shoulder blades…his ass….Bloody Hell…his ass cheeks were so round…so perfect…He was a marvel from the top of his head to his feet….and the dimple in his chin….OH…Holy….Mary….and then I saw a brief glimpse of his jewels and Wow….My….God….the guy was so well-equipped….a real stallion…

I was almost not able to follow the story…All I saw was him…His messy hair…his crooked smile…His flawless skin…And all I wished was to be that girl with him in the bed…My mind was blurry…He was impossible to resist.

The movie ended, and we waited until the end of the credits to leave the theatre…Everybody was still in their seats…nobody moved till the lights were on.

The people slowly began to leave their seats and walk out…All I could hear were women saying how Harry was stunning, sexy, and beautiful. Rosalie and I were pretty quiet, both of us quite captivated and absolutely spellbound…

We headed back to our cars, talking a bit about the movie - about Harry, and we slipped into our respective cars to go back home.

We arrived at the same time, saying good-bye and wishing each other a good night.

That night I remembered dreaming of Harry, Robert and Cullen…Most parts of my dreams were fucking sexy and horny…The unpleasant part was when I dreamt of Cullen…he was a kind of demon trying to catch me…while the other ones were trying to save me, Robert wanting to kiss me, and Harry wanting to undress me…In fact, I made love to both of them….Faces and bodies switching from Harry to Robert…and I woke in the morning with no panties on and my t-shirt on the floor…My lips were dry and my center was aching…I began to caress myself slowly, grazing my nipples one after the other, playing and rubbing my erected nipples…with slow, soft gestures…my fingers massaging and tilting each tip, brushing them delicately and pulling them a bit harder and stroking them…I moved my hand along my chest, down to my belly and my pussy…my other hand still cupping and playing with the tip of my nipple…The images of Harry were still in my head…I was clearly seeing him….beautiful….glorious….and naked…I moved my hands in between my thighs to my center, now aching to be touched…I began to stroke my clit….very slowly…my other hand on my breast….my nipples fully-erect… I rubbed my clit faster and faster as I felt that my climax slowly building. The spot between my thighs was almost on fire, as I moved my finger harder and harder…I panted, and I moaned as my orgasm exploded in my body…I was shaking inside, feeling the violence of my orgasm…I waited for my heartbeat to calm down and went to take a shower…

Indeed, Harry Clearwater had affected me…And I couldn't deny that Harry was in fact Edward Cullen…and that the guy, though a fucking son of a bitch, was pure perfection on two legs.

So the days went by, living in my new place and in my new town, and enjoying myself…There were more people moving into their condos as soon as they were completed. I saw a man…in fact just the back of him…who was moving in the condo across the street from my own…I noticed that he was tall…at least 6 feet and seemed to have broad shoulders. I did not see his face at all…Each time I saw him he was either in or leaving his vehicle…The car was very nice, too. It was a deep-blue Porsche Cayenne….another wealthy man…in the wealthy neighbourhood.

I went to Montreal to see where the company headquarters were located and met some of the employees and employers who were working. They all seemed nice and were happy to see me…Most of them spoke English, but they were all speaking French when they addressed each other. I was eager to learn French and to begin to work. But I had to master the language before beginning to really work here.

Robert called me regularly, and I enjoyed talking to him. He was supposed to come to Montreal very soon and asked me if I could pick him up at the airport when he arrived in the city. I happily accepted and invited him to stay at my condo for the days he would spend here. And he accepted.

I saw Rosalie, too… often…I called my dad every day…and Angie and Jessica, too.

Jessica was in love with Jake and they were finally dating.

Angela was running from one rabbit to another one…and every time I spoke with her I was almost rolling on the floor with laughter…that girl was incredibly hilarious.

Then the last day of my so-called holidays was here. Tomorrow was the start of the French classes. I was eager to meet the teacher and the students, and to seriously learn French…I went to sleep early and drifted into a deep, refreshing sleep as soon as my head was on the pillow. No dreams, no nightmares, just sleep.

A/N: End of chapter 9

So…tell me…there is a guy living just across the street…His car is a deep-blue Porsche Cayenne…Oh! No…Could it be Edward? ....and the French classes are beginning…Don't tell me they are going to be in the same class…and living on the same street…Is that fate?

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