A/N: Back again, let's get this show on the road…

Chapter 11

"Would you like another drink, Bella?"

I giggled like a school girl, "Yeah, would I ever." I fluttered my eyelashes flirtatiously at the handsome green eyed man sitting in front of me.

He chuckled and with a simple snap of his long fingers, two cosmos were placed on the table between us. He picked up his glass and held it mid air waiting for me to take a sip of mine first. As I did, he smiled, pleased. "So," He said putting the glass down. "You were asking me if I ever wanted to do anything different then go into business like my father. Well if I were to be completely honest, I was always…just undecided when the time to do something came. I wish I had had a passion like my brothers, Emmett, with his sports, or Jasper, with his constant life coaching," he smiled lightly then. "Jasper has always had a way with effecting people's emotions, when we were younger he would either devastate me, by making me believe our parents died in a car crash or get me riled up to beat someone up. Anyways because of my uncertainty I didn't get involved with anything else. The only thing I was certain about was succeeding, I'm passionate about what I do now because, I suppose I feel as though with what I do I effect many people, and live up to my full potential. Power is important Ms. Swan, and being the employer of thousands of workers gives that to you immensely, but with a heavy responsibility of course. To answer your question, I suppose I never really wanted to do anything other than what I do now, it seems fitting to me." He finished in deep thought.

I vaguely wrote down the gist of his answer, too enthralled by the way his lips moved than the words that were being formed.

"You sound very serious Mr. Cullen, I suppose what you do is very important when you make it clear the many people whose job relies on you, but don't you ever feel like you're missing out on just being your age? Don't you ever just want to enjoy yourself and forget about that responsibility and power?" I asked, genuinely interested.

"Ms. Swan, you are not the first one to ask me about that, and I suppose if you look at my age as just a number you wouldn't think I was going by society's status quo of a twenty six year old, but anyone who knows me personally knows that I do what I do because it is my job. Just as your job is to ask questions,"

I rolled my eyes at that, sure we can't all be billionaires with "immense power and responsibility" he sounded more and more like spiderman, "Peter, with great power comes great responsibility" I chuckled inwardly. "My job is a bit more than just taking questions Mr. Cullen." I couldn't help but defend my standing, I refused to let him think he was better than me.

"Of course it is Ms. Swan, I was merely implying a general point, what I mean to say is that, to answer the second part of your question, I do act as a twenty six year old when the time and place are appropriate."

Oh really? That got me thinking, what would be a more appropriate time to let loose than a party? I smiled when I heard a new song start.

"Well if that is truly the case, than I think you should have to prove it to my readers, Mr. Cullen." I grinned, standing up. "Join me for a dance?" I challenged, one of my eyebrows raised.

He stared up at me for a half a second than stood up towering over me, "Try to keep up," He looked down, smirking. "I mean…if you can." He winked and walked to the dance floor.

The song playing was of course, one of my favorites, "Sexy" by the Black Eyed Peas, how appropriate, because he was truly sexy, I thought to myself as I watched him turn back to me with a confident look in his eyes. He swayed his body with the beat of the song perfectly, his Armani suit clinging to his muscular frame, emanating masculinity. I literally had to wipe my hand across my mouth to check for drool. He got closer to me and grabbed my hips, swaying my body to match the beat of his. The rhythm he set sensual and totally calculated. This guy knew what he was doing. His eyes locked to mine and the old spice scent on him was enough to get me to my own tense high. I knew I was right, a body like this had to know how to move.

"Bella!" I was rudely shaken out of my fantasy. What was with the rude shaking? Every time my mind so much as wandered away from the sheer ridiculousness of the situation someone hurled me back in.

"Bella, wake up, we've landed, they need us to be alert and follow instructions." I recognized Rosalie's voice.

I sat up suddenly then. My brain registering her words, we had landed.

~~oooOOOooo~~

I was again briefed of my part of this mess and they gave me an incentive to keep my mouth shut and do exactly as I was told…

"Isabella, we see that you have a bit of a criminal record."

I shuddered, that was not something I enjoyed talking about.

"Uhh, that's history, and not something I want to talk about." I said looking at my hands.

"You and your father don't have the best relationship do they?" The unfamiliar monotone voice continued to speak.

"How the hell do you know anything about that?" I said, furious now, I didn't like anybody prying into my past, I kept it shut nice in tight in a vault inside my soul, and that's where it fucking belonged.

The dark skinned man chuckled, "We know quite a bit about you Isabella. You do know who we are do you? We've got plenty of resources to find out about every detail of your life."

My mind screamed in protest as he continued. "As I was saying, you're criminal record, you tried to attack your father?" The man I now despised continued.

"Shut up! Just fucking shut up!" I said firmly, traitor tears starting to rim my eyes, I couldn't think of this, I couldn't. I had moved on from this long ago and would not be dragged back.

"Police record says that you stated it was self defense over and over again, but that that's all you would say." Oh god. I wanted to cover my ears but it was too late, the memories flooded my head and I couldn't stop them. Agony ripped through me as I remembered.

A strangled moan escaped my lips.

"What the hell is going on here?" I heard Jacob's voice boom.

"Nothing, sir. We were just making the incentive clear."

"Incentive? Why would that have her crying!" Jacob yelled, but I barely heard him. I was remembering…

"I told you not to leave the house, did I not?" A voice I had suppressed long ago said.

"I know…I'm sorry." A hard slap across my cheek.

"Bella, are you alright? Bella?" Jacob continued talking, though if he was talking to me or not, I was unsure.

"Sir, we've got the situation under control, if you'll leave us I can finish this." The man I despised said.

"No, you've done enough. Leave. Right now." Jacob gritted his teeth.

Once the man reluctantly left, giving me a glare Jake turned back to me. He knelt where I was sitting and put it arms around me securely tried to absorb my spasms.

"Bella, shhh" Jacob tried to comfort me. "It's alright."

I sniffed and hurriedly wiped my face. Cutting off my agony as if I was trained to do so on the spot. "I'm fine." I said and cleared my throat.

"I'm sorry, he wasn't supposed to upset you like that. An incentive was to be placed in front of you to cooperate with us willingly." I looked up at him my eyes wide.

"Your criminal record will be wiped clean."I gasped lightly.

He continued, "It will be as if nothing ever happened, Bella." Wiped clean? That was something I couldn't let slide. All childishness out of my voice, I sat up straight, my eyes still a little watery and answered in my most serious, professional voice. "I'm in, tell me what I have to do."

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