Disclaimer: All Twilight names, places and characteristics belong to the talented Stephenie Meyer. I just play with her toys.

Authors note: Apologies for being a cliffy bitch in the previous chapter! I am now ready for Marcus to reveal all! Enjoy!

I read the text message more than once.

I know how you can fix this.

What did Marcus mean by that?

I heard Edward grunt softly beside me as he turned over. I rolled onto my side and watched the... the object of my affections. The moonlight out of the window shone onto Edward's face making him visable to me.

I went to shuffle down under the covers beside him when the loud vibration of my phone on the nightstand started again. I felt out for my cell and opened the text.

I'm downstairs and waiting.

Marcus.

I looked at Edward, trying to assess how deep in his sleep he was so I could get this over and done with and have him with me. My hand hovered above his shoulder then my phone buzzed yet again.

Come alone.

Nausea swirled around in the pit of my stomach.

Was this guy fucking psychic? Or just a psycho?

I inhaled a deep breath and held onto it. I finally let go at that point where it felt like my brain was about to explode. I slid out of bed, careful not to wake Edward. I bent down and picked up a disguarded jacket, took my key card from the nightstand and tiptoed out of the room.

It was only when I looked in the mirror in the elevator ride down that I realised the hooded jacket I was wearing was Edward's. I nuzzled my nose into the collar, breathing in the deep scent of... him, it was all him.

The elevator bounced onto the ground floor and the doors opened, I looked from the ground up and jumped aback.

"Bella Swan, or should I say Miss Valentine Loveheart? Oh wait I can't, because you ruined my film," Marcus snorted and took a step back so I could leave the elevator before the doors closed.

I folded my arms tight to my chest as if it felt like a protective barrier for me. Marcus motioned for me to follow him into the bar.

"Your knight in shining armour boyfriend all tucked up in bed?" Marcus sat down behind a table, motioning for me to sit the other side. I looked around nervously at the half empty room before sitting.

"He's in bed, and he's not my..."

"Give it a rest, Bella, I'm not interested in your sweet little love life," He hushed me with a finger held in the air.

I was tired, and Marcus' attitude made my personality curl into itself. I should have stood up to him there and then.

"Now, let's talk about how you can help me, Bella,"

"I'll pay you anything you want," I promised, "I'll go get my cheque book right now," I started to rise from my seat.

"Sit!" Marcus bellowed and my ass suddenly became glued to the chair.

"I don't want you're money,"

I tried to interrupt, I was shot down instantly.

"You will be participating in a little filming for me,"

"Marcus, I..."

"You will be filming for me, with Eddie boy starring opposite you,"

I frowned.

"Edward? There's no way he'll..."

"Do you want my career to end up in the gutter? Your career? Eric's?"

He used Eric's name to stab me in the heart. Eric was like me, he didn't know how to be anything else or live a different life. I owed him something.

"Edward would never agree, not after earlier..."

Marcus let out an evil sounding chuckle and slid a black camera bag across the table.

"I've seen your porn reel, until today, you were a professional, now you're just past it because you let your emotions overwhelm you... but you can pull off your... excellence, one more time,"

I stared at the black bag, I knew what Marcus meant. He wanted me to secretly film Edward and I having sex and then give him the tape. I could feel the bile rising in my throat at the thought. Pornography always seemed different to seedy sex tapes, now everything just felt the same.

"It's this, or I take you and your precious Eric for every penny you have," He smirked and leant back in his seat, tucking his hands behind his head while he talked.

"I thought you cared about Eric," I whispered sheepishly.

"He's sweet enough," Marcus shrugged casually, " Hell, he was a good fuck too, but I look out for number one,"

It killed me hearing Marcus talk about Eric this way. I knew I had no choice. I could take the fall in this fucked up situation, but I couldn't let my friend who had done so much for me do the same.

"This would ruin everything! Edward will never talk to me again if he found out,"

"I'm sorry, Swan, did I forget to say that I don't care,"

"You make me sick," I spat, rising to my feet.

"Thanks, sugar," He grinned, actually looking pleased with himself.

I turned to walk away, to return to the safe arms of Edward.

"Ah, ah, ah," Marcus cooed.

I turned around to see his hand pushing the camera across the table in my direction.

"I think you're forgetting something, Isabella,"

I snatched the bag handle from the table and clutched it, I stared into the evil eyes of this half Italian asshole.

"If I do this... What will you do with the tape?" I asked.

"It won't be the Valentines special I've had to cancel if that's what you mean," He cackled like an evil gay witch, exhaling loudly once he composed himself, "Bella, you're the sort of girl that when the right opportunity comes along, I will make a lot of money from you,"

He'd hold it as insurance until the time was right.

Now I really felt like a whore.

"Now run along to your lovely British boyfriend, Bella... you have until Thursday morning to get the tape to me,"

"I fly back to America Thursday morning," I mumbled.

"Then you'll have to be extraordinarily speedy and have it in my hand by this time, Wednesday night," He smiled.

-BS-

I sloped back into the hotel room quietly, with the door slightly open, the light hit Edward's face, but it didn't seem to disturb him.

I closed the door and shoved the video camera bag underneath the bed. I cried silently and tried to manage my breathing, sucking in oxygen quicker than I was letting anything out and I slid into bed. Edward's sleeping arms wrapped around my tired body. I turned slowly so his bare chest pressed against my clothed one.

I pressed my lips to his forehead and whispered.

"I'm sorry,"

Until next time my lovelies.

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