A/N: Chapter 13… Hello to my readers. Thanks for your support and your love. Thanks to Susie, my coach….A special dedication to Just Su, Denalibcn and Wrekinghavoc. Thanks to my you tube and twitter friends…I love you all.

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MY ALL chap.13

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ROBERT

Isabella was indeed a great woman. She was intelligent, witty, humorous and very beautiful. The more I knew her, the more I liked her. It was easy being with her. She was not complicated. I was happy to be a part of her life. I was happy to have met such a nice, beautiful and sweet woman…Beautiful, inside and out……

And I was very attracted to her. I was attracted, but not ready yet to be entangled in a love affair….Could I fall in love with Bella? Probably, yes…But my heart was not ready….I still had some very strong feelings for Lizzie…

And making love to Lizzie was a big mistake…a very big mistake…We had such wonderful moments together. I could confide in her, anything, and I trusted her…We were on the same wavelength. But from the time I was getting closer to her, I mean sexually closer, everything changed, not for her evidently, but for me. I saw her differently. I was becoming jealous of her other male friends. And then one night, I snapped. We were at the bar enjoying ourselves as usual. A friend of hers asked her for a dance. And I was watching the two of them. Dancing, very close to each other, him grazing her back and her brushing her fingers through his hair. And that was it…I had enough….When she came back to our table with the damn bastard holding her hand, I was so furious. I started to scream at her, telling her that she was mine and that I wanted more. I wanted more than a friendship. I wanted Lizzie's body, soul and heart, but that was not her case.

So I left the bar and didn't call her, and she did not try to contact me either.

Once in a while we were on the same flight…not that often though. That was so hard when we were working together. When American Airlines offered for me to do most of the flights from New-York- Toronto- Montreal, I gladly accepted. A new team…and new people. That was most welcoming…

That's when I began to work with Jackson and Kellan. And that's when I met Edward.

I never saw a guy as nervous as he was on a plane. He was all-sweaty and agitated. Imagining that there were terrorists on board, fearing a plane crash, the pilot hitting the wrong switch… whatever possible scenarios were in his head. So that's why I began to talk to him….every time Edward was on my plane…I took the time to calm him…He invited me for dinner then and there…and we hung out a few times, too.

He was really a nice guy, but I didn't think he was that happy with his life. I mean, I knew he really loved his job…but the fame, the crowd, the paparazzi and the girls…Those -out of- mind -screaming -as hell- fans….He often told me that he was on the verge of losing control….Not the fact that he didn't love his fans….It was the screams…He was feeling like he was really in hell…with all that noise coming from nowhere and from everywhere…and the paparazzi were not better…continually harassing him…maybe not continually, but very often.

And now Edward was in Isabella's life. I didn't know why he acted that way the first time he saw her at La Santa Fé….It was not the Edward I knew…I hoped he was the same nice guy….I hoped for him and I hoped for Isabella. Nobody was going to hurt her again…I wouldn't allow it … He'd better be nice and give her all the explanations on his previous asshole misconduct. I was going to call Bella and see…I was going to watch her from a distance and go to Laval as often as I could. She was precious to me… I was not indifferent…She was my friend and maybe more…

EDWARD

I arrived at the condo around 12:00. Isabella was not there. Where in the hell was she? With that fucking bastard again…and if so… what were they doing?

I unpacked the SUV, got all my bags and my backpack, and went in my condo.

And I began to wait again. Smoking cigarette after cigarette and peeking through the window…like a fucking sick peeping Tom.

She arrived at her condo two hours later. Alone. And I began to breathe normally again…She was alone; the fucking asshole was not with her.

I picked up my schoolbag and began to look at the homework we had to do for the next day…And I began to study the sentences.

"Comment vas-tu?"…How are you?

"Je vais bien et toi? ''....I am fine and you? …

"Je vais bien.''. I am fine….

"As-tu passé une belle fin de semaine"? …Did you have a nice weekend?

''Oui, j'ai passé une belle fin de semaine'' Yes I had a nice weekend….

''Raconte….'' Tell me…

Oh! Yes… I had a fucking nice weekend….Seeing Jasper and Tia was okay….Thinking about Isabella and worrying and imagining her with the fucking bastard was another thing…And that, I was evidently not going to talk about it in front of the whole class.

"J'ai passé la fin de semaine chez des amis….et toi? I saw some friends of mine during the week-end and you?

And I was in love with Bella now…I knew it…I could feel that fucking pain in my heart now…not because of the strong feeling I had for her now…no, because I did not know how to fucking deal with it right now. And if this man was her boyfriend…Just thinking about it…I could feel a hole in my chest.

I kept on studying the questions and the answers for a while, but again, the concentration was not here at all.

I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I towel-dried and shaved. I picked up the new pair of jeans I bought at Banana Republic, the white shirt from Ogilvy, my leather jacket, my new Nike running shoes, socks and underwear and began to dress. The refrigerator was absolutely empty except for beers, butter and milk. I still had to eat, so I went out to the grocery.

I peeked to see if I could catch a glance at Isabella…No…she was nowhere in sight.

I slipped in my Cayenne and drove to the nearest grocery.

There were a lot of people at the I.G.A, which was the grocery store just a few blocks from my condo. I was really not good at cooking. I was perfect with anything going in the microwave. So everything I bought was fast food, hot pockets, prepared meals, desserts and a six pack of beer. I waited in line for about fifteen minutes to pay for the food… the cashier, all smiles and all blushes. I paid my bill, and then I was on the road again, driving to my condo. The Chevy Van was in the alley…and Isabella was there, behind her window…staring at me…and then she disappeared again.

BELLA

When I arrived on my street at the condo, I saw that Edward was at home. His Porsche was parked in the alley. And I was relieved. All those mixed-up feelings were so weird. No more anger….just doubts and questions…Talking with Angela, Rosalie and finally Rob chased away my fury. But doubts remained…If he was a nice guy after all…If what happened at the cocktail party was due to something that he couldn't control…But was I able to understand it?…was I able to forgive him?…He seemed so conceited that night. And in school, he was so completely different.

I began to do the laundry and while the clothes were in the washing machine, I decided that it was time to study the French sentences. I studied for about an hour. And when I was finally done with the lesson, I turned on the TV. The movie 'The Notebook' was playing and I loved this movie. So I poured a glass of red wine into a wine glass and began to watch it again…Maybe it was the third time I saw this movie…but I did not mind…It was one of my favourite love movies. It was so sad and yet so beautiful. And I cried again…every time I watched that movie, it was the same thing…I ended up crying…tears falling on my face and feeling deeply emotional.

As soon as the movie was over, I was again at the window, to see if my neighbour was at home. The SUV was not in the alley…Edward was gone again. This was beginning to be very ridiculous and absurd.

I stayed there; peeping through the window for I don't know how many minutes. Then I saw his Cayenne again, as Edward was entering his alley. He parked his car and got out.

I was there completely frozen and staring at him. And he was staring back. I went to the living-room, sitting on the couch and thinking. And then I realized that it was enough….that I had enough of this fucked-up situation.

I changed clothes, went in the bathroom to brush my hair, fixed my make-up, took my jacket and went out of my condo. I crossed the street and knocked on the door.

As I was in hell…better got some answers right now…

He opened the door, his face showing all kind of mixed-up emotions.

"I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore….I think it is time that we talk Edward….I can't endure this anymore."

He invited me in….staring at me with the deepness and intensity of his so beautiful green-emerald eyes.

EDWARD

Jesus Christ….Isabella was here…in front of me…staring at me…I did not know what the fuck to do…

Then she talked…"I don't have the strength to stay away from you anymore…I think it is time that we talk Edward…I can't endure this anymore…" Those three sentences…mere words…but for me…they were so intense.

The moment I was dreading was finally happening. She would at last hear me out…She would at last let me explain.

My girl was here with me…your girl….your girl…take your time asshole…she is not your girl yet…let her hear you out first…and try to convince her…the motherfucker was inside my head again…and you still don't know if she is single…remember she was with a man during the weekend….maybe she is his girl…

I invited her in; clearing the place…picking-up the trash that was on the floor and my clothes that were everywhere… on the table, on the center-island and on the couch. We sat on the couch and I still did not know how to start the conversation. My brain evidently going to pieces.

I offered her a beer and took one for myself.

"I don't know where to start Isabella"

"Well, Edward, start at the beginning"…I am here to listen to you…"

And I began to talk about Irina, my ex-girlfriend. I told everything about her, being a model and an escort. How she cheated on me. How I felt. And then I told her about the alcohol and the drugs I took when I was at the restaurant and the conversation I overheard between the two fashion-designers.

I knew that I insulted her, treating her like a slut and I told her how deeply sorry I was…I was not that bad of a guy. I told her about my life, my job, the fans, the paparazzi…I told her everything. All I said was the plain truth.

And she listened, nodding from time to time.

And then she began to talk.

"I understand, Edward…I know it must be hard for you dealing with the pressure…and your unsuccessful love affair…I know it must have been very hard and painful, hearing all that shit from for your ex-girlfriend…But that doesn't excuse your behaviour that night…treating me like that…a complete stranger. You didn't know me at all and you jumped so fast to conclusions. And even if I had been an escort….being an escort is a job…I am not saying that I find being an escort is correct....for me…maybe I pity those girls who are willing to offer their bodies in exchange of money…but I don't judge them and you shouldn't either…In fact that is none of your business…"

"I know, Bella…I know…You don't know how sorry I am….I am so very sorry. Please accept my apologies…I feel like a dumbbell…"

"Okay then…let's forget about all that shit…maybe we should start a new beginning…"

"Hi, my name is Isabella Swan…Are you Edward Cullen? The famous Edward Cullen…"

And we both began to laugh.

And she stayed at my condo for hours. I ordered food from a restaurant. We ate, we drank, we talked, we laughed and we studied.

We practiced the French dialogue. The questions and the answers dealing with our week-end…That's when I learnt that we had a friend in common…Robert Lautner…the pilot who was such a nice guy…the man who always calmed my overreactions when I was flying. The man whom I sometimes invited to join me for dinner or for a drink when I was filming in Toronto. The man who was with her at the condo this weekend. It was Robert…and he was her friend. Hoped he was just a friend…..Rob was so charming and gorgeous. I was a man and I knew when a man could become a rival…and nobody would get in my way. Isabella was mine…And I would do anything to have her. Ah…Ah! The motherfucker was back…fucking Cullen is jealous…and he is ready to fight for Bella….well good luck then…

It was almost midnight. Time passed so fast. Hours were like minutes.

I didn't want Isabella to leave. It was now so evident to me that I was in love with her. She was so beautiful, so sweet and nice and so clever. But I couldn't open my heart to her now. It was too soon.

I should give her a chance to know me better. I remembered my mom's words. Don't harass her Edward…give her time…And time I had a lot…She was really in my life now. And I wouldn't fuck up again.

I asked her if she was okay with me picking her up the next day for school. We could take turns at driving to the college. One week in my SUV…the other week in her Chevy Van.

And she gladly accepted. She gave me a light kiss, brushing her lips against mine.

Then she left…and I watched the girl of my dream all the way along, while she was crossing the street.

She opened the door and disappeared. I felt like my heart was about to jump out of my chest. Light as a feather. And I went to bed, drifting in a deep sleep, dreaming of my Bella who was now sleeping in my arms.

BELLA

What an evening….I was back in my condo remembering every single word that was said.

I put all the wet clothes that were in the washing machine into the tumble-drier and took a quick shower. I slipped on my pyjamas, the one with the little puppies on it…not sexy at all, but so comfortable and went to bed.

I tried to sleep, but my mind was far too busy thinking about Edward. He was so sexy…Jesus Christ….That guy was perfection on two legs. His white shirt slightly unbuttoned…I could see a bit of his chest…and his jeans…moulding his thighs and his ass cheeks…He was shaved…His hair a real mess as usual…undisciplined…strands of hair pointing in every directions…the deepness and intensity of his green emerald eyes….greener and darker than usual. His eyes burning into mine.

He seemed so embarrassed and sorry, giving me all the explanations about our first encounter at the cocktail party. And God…though I couldn't approve of his bad attitudes…I could understand it. His life was quite turbulent….All this fame…I knew he was famous…but maybe not to that extent…The paparazzi…the fans…he told me, that sometimes, he felt like his life was not his own…He would not quit acting…He loved acting…giving life to different characters. That was the pleasant part of his job….Doing interviews; photo- sessions, attending the premières of his movies, meeting the fans, giving autographs…those were okay too…But the paparazzi and the screaming fans…and the girls continually throwing themselves at him…no …he didn't know how to deal with that…He seemed all in control outside, but inside, sometimes he felt like crying.

And that thing with his ex-girlfriend….Though he didn't really love her, he admitted…That was not right at all…lying to him…cheating on him…even though maybe for him…what came around went around…because the way he used to behave with girls in general…He said that he regretted it …It was so easy for him….Easy when he was in high school…and easy now…but those girls were not sincere at all…Not really trying to know him….not interested at all…they were interested because of his looks…of his money and of his fame…And he was so sad…and so sorry…

That was the reason why I had to forgive him…Forgive and forget…The pain in his eyes…His honesty and sincerity…I could not bear a grudge against him…Not anymore…Not now that I knew the truth…Not now that I knew his truth…

I should have drifted into sleep at a moment, because the next thing I heard was my alarm-clock ringing. But I was not sleepy at all. I was in a very good mood…Ha! Ha! The bitchy voice in my head saying…Is it Cullen… Isabella? ...Look at you darling…

Look at that smile hovering on your lips… I know a happy girl this morning…

And this time, I was not annoyed at all. This time, the voice was not bitchy at all. My head was on a cloud. Edward would drive me to school today. In fact, we would go to school together, every day of every school week.

I had a muffin and a glass of milk and went to the bedroom to get dressed.

I took unusual care in choosing my outfit and dressing my hair. I picked up a white lace bra with embroidered pink flowers and the matching panties, a long sleeve, collared pink button up dress which was skin-tight, and just a few inches above the knee, a black belt to put around my waist, sheer-stockings and a white garter. I dressed and slipped on my black four inches high heel stilettos.

I went to the bathroom and began to brush my hair. I separated my hair in locks and wrapped them with the curling iron, one at a time.

My make-up as usual: Sandy-beige eye shadow, a trace of black eye-liner, black mascara. I brushed my teeth and put pink lip-gloss on my lips. I sprayed my vanilla-peach lotion onto my neck, and I was finally ready and waiting for Edward.

At eight sharp, the doorbell rang. I picked up my leather jacket, my schoolbag, my purse and my keys and opened the door.

Holy Crow! A vision…An angel…He was wearing a long sleeved tight-fit white sweater, black pants and black shoes…His leather jacket was hanging on his left shoulder. He was utterly sexy.

"Hello, Bella. You look particularly beautiful this morning," he said in his most velvety voice.

"Well, Edward you are not bad looking yourself," I added with a smile.

"Ready, Bella?"

"Yes I am, Edward."

I locked the door and I followed him. He opened the SUV door and I slipped in.

And then we were on the road. I was happy. Happy to be with Edward. In fact, I haven't been happier since a long time.

End of chapter 13

A/N: Hoped you enjoyed reading this chapter. Well, now the die is cast…At last Bella gave Edward a chance to explain. So, will it be more than a friendship between those two….Tell me what you think…Give me some love and review….Love you… France xxx