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Here's a little outtake that takes place after Edward's run in with Bella at the coffee shop and before the Gala later that evening. Hopefully this gives you a glimpse into the mind of Edward!

He was late. He was always fucking late. He should be thankful he was one of the very few people in Miami I would wait for. Time meant money. My time was precious, money was valuable.

Taking a rather large drink of the overly priced, caramel scotch, I checked my phone for nearly the hundredth time since I had arrived. No calls. No texts. I'd expect this from other acquaintances, but not him. Surveying the mid-day patrons at the restaurant, I was about to leave, when I spotted him running through the door looking rather discombobulated.

At first glance, his attire looked as if he had just pulled himself from the bed, however upon closer inspection, I realized he literally had done just that. His tie was haphazardly hanging from his neck, the buttons on his untidy collar looked as if they had been plucked from the thin material of his shirt; a few leftover threads were left astray. His normally tidy hair was matted to his head, and was that really a bite mark... wait, no was it, bright red crimson lipstick on his neck?

"Jesus Christ," I mumbled as he made his way closer to the bar, turning my back to rest of the restaurant. To say I was embarrassed by his looks was an understatement. I would expect this from Emmett, or hell even Mike, not him. Especially not here, mid-day, in front of all too many curious patrons.

"Sorry man," he exclaimed breathlessly. "I, uh... got held up."

"No shit," I sternly said in his direction, sliding him a now watered down drink I had ordered for him nearly an hour ago. I watched in awed amazement as he took massive gulps of the sugary liquid, not stopping until he was done.

"Jasper, what the fuck did you get in to or, should I ask, who did you get into?" I questioned, still eyeing him as he tried to get the bartender's attention.

He shot me a mischievous stare before, starting in on his next drink, nearly finishing this one as well before he sat it back on the bar.

"Brandon," he replied, his smile nearly overtaking his whole face.

"Brandon," I remarked, my eyebrows rising quizzically. "Jas, you know we don't talk much about our sexual trysts... however if you're fucking a man named Brandon who wears red lipstick," I pointed towards his neck. "That's just... well, that's seriously one fucked up situation. A little too 'Brokeback Miami' for me," I said, gesturing my confusion.

Grabbing a napkin from the bar, Jasper rubbed it across his neck vigorously while rolling his eyes. "Alice Brandon, cocksucker. Alice."

Alice Brandon. The name sounded vaguely familiar.

"And?" I asked, again waving my hands in a confused gesture.

Jasper stopped his napkin tidying to give me a doubtful stare. "Really, Ed? Really? Are you that fucking absorbed that you don't know your own opposing attorney?"

Few people surprise me. Most I can expect it from. I see it coming. This however, this hit me completely out of left field. So much so, I nearly fell from the barstool.

"The Alice Fucking Brandon?" I exclaimed, a few patrons looking up from their mid-day brunch.

"Definitely have the fucking part right. That girl... that woman is a tornado in bed. Rides a cock like nobody's business. And that mouth... fuck, that mouth."

Grimacing, I held my hand up stopping Jasper mid sentence. What in the fuck was he thinking? Clearly 'Little Whitlock' had been doing all of the thinking for him.

I closed my eyes, pressing my fingertips against my temples and tried to gather my thoughts. "What the fuck is wrong with you, Whit?"

He just sat back and smiled at me, obviously enjoying my state of disarray?

"Cullen, you cocksucker, for the first time in my life I'm happy with the decisions I have made. If you can't accept that, well then, fuck off."

Happy? I think I had forgotten what happy was until . . . no. I wasn't going to think of her right now. After my run-in with her at the coffee shop this morning, I had been sporting an erection that I felt could blast itself to the moon. As soon as I had gotten to the office I had to excuse myself to my private bathroom to relieve some of the tension. Although it was not as I preferred, it was better to think with my mind for once and not my dick.

"Even though you could be jeopardizing my case? Hell, your career? What has gotten into you?"

That cocky smile returned to his face and I knew once again, he was thinking about the enemy. "Actually, I got into her, but that's beside the point."

I groaned at him, still in disbelief over the knowledge I was receiving. "I just, it was, fucking hell, it was so different with her. She's got so much energy and... spunk," Jasper sighed, taking another long sip of his drink.

"Spunk?" I repeated incredulously. "That's why you jumped in the sack with her because she's got spunk? It's Miami man, all of these fucking women parading around here have spunk. You could pick any one of them, and you pick her? Seriously man, where is your head?"

I saw him open his mouth to reply, but I quickly cut him off, "Your mind, asshole, not your dick."

He winked at me as he chewed a piece of ice. Jasper and I were practically brothers. We'd been around one another enough we could follow each other's train of thought. Even though he was closer in age with Emmett, Jasper and I always had been able to get along from the beginning; whether it was our close career paths, or the fact that we shared the same taste in women. Most of the time. He had overseen many of my cases, deciding the fates of many broken homes. I trusted him. He was a great judge of character and was mostly unbiased in court. I say mostly, because up until now, he wasn't fraternizing with the enemy.

"Seriously though man, what the fuck?" I asked again, my voice a little stern.

He sighed, contemplating how to approach his explanation. Jasper never had a problem with his words, so it baffled me as to why he was acting this way over some bitch.

"She... Alice, she's just, different. Haven't you ever felt that connection, so deep, so full of emotion and passion, that you know deep down inside nothing can break it? I mean, haven't you ever felt that with Tanya?"

Not Tanya, per se...

"It's just, I couldn't help myself. You know me man, I would never put myself in this position if I didn't think it was something; if I didn't think it... she, was worth it."

It's true. I knew Jasper better than most, and he always put his work first. He had worked so hard to get to where he was. Working his way from the bottom up and to become one of the youngest, respected and most successful judges in all of South Florida spoke volumes. But to do something like this?

I internally bitch slapped myself. I was being a fucking hypocrite. Both Jasper and I were toeing on enemy territory. But after mildly flipping out on him, there was no possible way I could tell him the truth. I couldn't let him know that I, just as he, was playing with fire.

"You have to stop it Whit, what if word of this got out? It could ruin everything you've worked for!"

"Relax, Cullen, it's not a big deal."

I scoffed at him. "Not a big deal really? You're sitting here, looking like piece of shit Mike Newton, all rolled out of bed, freshly fucked and laissez-faire, ready to throw your career away for some chick, and you want me to believe that it's 'not a big deal'?"

I was fuming. I flagged down the bartender. If I were going to have to face this, I needed another scotch. I raised my glass to him, "Another. And make it a double."

"Ed, I'm telling you this because out of everyone I know in my life, I trust you." He sighed and ran his hand through his messy locks. For a moment I could see the guilt written across his face. "She's not just some chick. This time, it means something to me."

I laughed and took a hearty swig of the alcohol that was placed in front of me. I was trying to be patient with him, but he needed to wake the fuck up. "Jesus, fuck Whit, did she pump you full of estrogen? You're starting to sound like a total chick."

Suddenly he grabbed my arm and twisted my body to face him. His face was contorted into pure rage, and his eyes were burning with fire. "Cut the shit Edward, I'm trying to be fucking serious here and you're making a goddamn joke about everything! I get that you realize how much shit I'm sifting through right now and how it could fucking ruin my life, but could you for once stop being the asshole lawyer I know you are and be my fucking friend for a goddamn minute? Did you ever think for a minute it's my fucking life and not yours? I don't need your fucking shit!"

His voice grew stronger with each word, some of the patrons turned towards us to see where the yelling was coming from. "Fuck!" he shouted as he downed the rest of his drink and stomped away from the bar, heading outside towards the sunlight and away from the darkness inside.

I groaned, dropping my head into my waiting palms. Fuck, fuck, fuck. He was right, he was always fucking right. That's why he was one of the few people I trusted the most in my life. I was being a dick to him and all he needed at the moment was a friend. Sighing, I finished the rest of my drink, threw a few bills on the bar, and followed him outside.

I found him walking towards the waterfront, occasionally pulling at his golden locks, and muttering to himself. I hesitated for a moment, before he spoke.

"Come to give me more fucking slack on how I'm turning my life to shit?'' he asked, not meeting my gaze.

"Whit, man, I'm sorry...," I apologized, taking a stance next to him.

"Save it, Edward. You know, I came here really hoping that you would be on my side, really needing my friend, and the dickhead lawyer shows up. You've been more on edge than usual and I don't know what the hell is going on with you, but I trust that if you needed someone to talk to that you know you could come to me."

He wasn't looking at me. His eyes were cast out towards the water, watching the waves crash upon the shore while all of the beach goers lay out catching the last of the afternoon rays. It was quiet for a while, which made me a little more than uncomfortable. I wasn't sure what to say to him. I could have bitten the bullet and told him that I knew exactly how he felt because I was doing the same exact thing, but I was a coward. A fucking coward.

"You think I don't know that I could ruin everything I've worked so hard for? To have my best friend re-confirm my fears; that just fucking hurts. I'm scared of losing my job, my career, tarnishing my reputation," he sighed. "But the thing I'm most scared about is these feelings for Alice. It's different, and I really hope that you can understand that." His voice grew quiet as he spoke of her. "You know me. Believe me, if I thought it would be a one time thing, I probably wouldn't even have bothered to tell you about it." He gave a small laugh, "That is, unless she showed up to court next time all bat shit crazy and couldn't keep her hands off my junk."

I offered a small smile to him, appreciative of his joke. The tension was slowing dissolving between the two of us, but it still remained.

"I thought she couldn't keep your hands off your junk anyway and that's how you ended up in this position?"

"Oh trust me, we ended in many positions my friend," he laughed, finally turning towards me.

I shook my head trying to rid the thoughts of Alice; my opponent per se, riding my best friend. Somehow my thoughts quickly turned to her, and I sucked in a quick breath of sea air. I could taste the salt burning at the back of my throat; I longed to quench my thirst. Of what, I wasn't sure.

It was quiet again, just the familiar sound of crashing waves, and the muffled murmurs of gossip coming from guests at a small sea side bistro. I chose to break the silence. "Jasper, I really am sorry. I know I'm an asshole."

He scoffed, "Understatement, but go on."

A smile creased the corner of my mouth before I continued. "I do trust you, and I know you realize what shit you've gotten yourself into. But, if you need me man, I'm here."

I heard a sniffle come from him, and he brought a finger to his eye, wiping off an imaginary tear. He laughed as I realized he was just being a prick. "I'm kidding, I'm not crying over you. Hell, you make enough women cry. And I'm sure, on occasion, a few men, but that's neither here nor there. Thanks though, I do appreciate the apology."

I just nodded, unsure of which way to the conversation. Thankfully it was Jasper to break the silence this time.

"I'm still hungry, want to head back in?" He motioned to the restaurant. "Or do you need to get back to the office and get back into dick mode?"

"No, it's cool. You kept me waiting long enough, so I suppose lunch is on you. I'll just stay late if I need to." I had nothing to rush off to get home to, so it hadn't mattered. Tanya was busy putting the finishing touches on the Gala so I probably wouldn't even see her until I was aboard.

We headed back inside and quickly ordered our food. Surprisingly I hadn't noticed how hungry I was until the plate was placed in front of me. We finished our lunch with small talk, Jasper telling me about a few new cases he had been assigned to and I told him how Tanya had been busy for days planning the infamous Gala. After the last bites had been eaten, and the waiter brought our check, I politely pushed it towards Jasper acknowledging that he would indeed be paying for this one today. He handed the billfold back to the waiter, telling him to keep the change, and looked at me with an intimidating eye.

Ignoring his gestures, I began to talk again, asking the only question that remained on my mind. "Alright, so what are we, er, you going to do about all of this, Whit?"

"I'm not sure. I mean, I'm so used to doing things by the book, having things in order and shit. But she... she's like a hurricane just coming through and tearing everything down. I don't know where it's going to go or what's going to happen, but I'm sure as hell excited to find out."

I nodded letting him know I was listening. But again, I wasn't sure what to say to him. I didn't want to say the wrong thing and give anything away that might hint to the fact that I, too, was dipping my stick on the other side.

"I'm scared too, but that's all part of it isn't it? We don't know what's going to happen to us, but knowing that she's going to be right there with me, well, that's all part of the fun."

I watched him as he battled with himself to continue to speak, the words he wanted to say suddenly becoming stuck in his throat. I grew tired of his unwillingness to speak, and after checking my watch, I really did need to get back to the office. This unexpected, extended lunch was not a part of my schedule today. "Just spit it out will you?"

"I, uh..." he was rubbing the back of his neck and looking everywhere but at me. I sighed, trying to encourage him to move along, but he was still stumbling over his words.

"Is there any way you could, uh, get me another invite to the Gala?"

I raised an eyebrow towards him, "For whom?"

His fingers began to tap on the tablecloth; his nerves were getting the best of him. Since when was Jasper ever nervous around me? Alice must have really done a number on him.

"You know... for Alice."

"You want to bring her to the Gala? My Gala? Don't you think that's a bit much? What if someone sees you two together and word gets out, then what?"

He sighed. "Seriously, Edward, first of all, when are you going to understand that I don't give a shit about what others are going to think? And secondly, who is going to be there that will say anything anyway? All of your and Tanya's friends are involved in some kind of scandal anyway. I'm sure everyone attending has some skeletons in their closets they don't want coming out. I rule on half of their cases; do you think they really want to start something with me? Besides, I just want to show her a good time. Please, I'm asking you nicely. Do it for me, man."

Bastard. I knew he was right. It probably was one of the safer places for him to be in 'public' with his lady. "Are you sure she even wants to go? I mean, she'll be all alone. Don't you think it might be a little awkward for her when you leave her to mingle amongst your kind?"

I wanted to hate him for wanting to show off his new interest, for him willing to put his whole life on the line for this girl. It was something I could never do. I wasn't mad at him, I was jealous that he could do it. Things were getting too risky between her and me as it was, but I craved her.

"I mentioned it to her and she said that she would rope Bella into coming with her, you know, for moral support."

My stomach clenched at the mere mention of her name. Bella on my boat? Oh the things that could happen... But it was too risky to be in such close quarters with her on ship to allow anything to happen. "Mrs. Newton? There's no way she would agree to come to the party knowing that I was the one throwing it."

He smiled at me. "I knew Alice would never agree to come with me knowing that it was your party. Face it, Ed, you are not on her favorite list. Which is completely warranted; you are an asshole. But that is why I did not mention who's party it was, only that I needed a date. She was more than happy to oblige. So you really can't say no. If I can't bring her, then I might accidentally miss the party. Maybe we could just hit up the game with Mike and Emmett or something," he devilishly smiled.

Jasper played me right into his trap. If he wasn't a judge, I'd tell him he'd make one hell of a lawyer. However, this was a chance to be near Bella again. As much as my mind protested, reminding me how wrong it was to be around her, I could not stop the pull my body had for her.

"Fine. I'll get you an invite to give to Alice. You make sure that Mrs. Newton comes with her and not some other random chick. I don't need some random blonde hussy at this event. It's important and I want to keep it classy."

I tried my best to play off everything as casual, but a small glimmer in Jasper's eye acknowledged that he knew something was up.

"Yeah, yeah, Ed, I get it. Don't worry, she promised me that Bella would be there. I can see why she's such a great lawyer man, she's very convincing."

I was trying to keep my excitement in check. Knowing that she was coming to the Gala, aboard my ship, sent a million thoughts running through my mind. Work would have to be pushed back a little more, seeing as though I had a few things to take care of myself.

"Just those two, and no one else, got it?"

"Yes, Mr. Cullen. Fuck, are we eager to get back to work? I can see the asshole is returning."

I just smiled at him. Yes, there was indeed some work to be done.

"Whit, you know he can't hide forever. Thanks for lunch. I'll make sure to drop off an invitation for you later."

"Thanks, man, I owe you one."

I just nodded and headed out towards the door. I jumped in my car and smiled. I would get to see her. Would I get to touch her? Taste her? I could only hope so. My dick was growing harder and harder just thinking about her brown locks blowing in the sea air and her teeth nipping across my skin. I needed to take care of my erection, but first, I needed to make sure I tipped off somebody at the Miami Times.

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