I glance at my watch. 7:36 PM.

I stare at my bottle of beer. Condensation drips down towards the bar.

I glance at my watch, again. 7:41 PM.

Is he going to show up?

He should be here by now since our meetup time was scheduled for 7:30 PM. Perhaps he chickened out. I wouldn't blame him if he did. Bella should arrive any minute since he is technically late. If he doesn't show up by then, I will assume he decided not to join me and will just take Bella on a romantic date filled with candles, champagne and slow sensual sex.

My phone vibrates in my pocket alerting me to an incoming text.

Emmett: What's up?

Date night with Bella.

Emmett: Date night? Or... Fantasy date?

Shut it, mf.

Emmett: Enjoy! Btw, guys night. Saturday. Hooters. Join us.

We'll see. Later!

After tonight, I will need a piece of my manhood back. I hope Bella understands, but I will definitely be there tomorrow night. No exceptions.

Realizing my temporary distraction took several minutes, I glance at the door, then my watch. 7:47 PM. Bella should be here by now. She was supposed to be here three minutes ago. My second beer arrives. As soon as Aro releases it, I observe the condensation drips quickly since he just pulled it from an ice cooler.

The seconds passing ever so slowly causes my mind to drift. What if she chose not to follow through with this date? What if she expects me to take this Jacob guy somewhere else for her to watch? Why didn't we talk through this further?

With all the questions swirling in my head, I look towards the door for a distraction—any kind of distraction. Pretty girl? Cute couple? Anything. What I find is my Bella.

She is beautiful—from her infectious smile, to her contagious laughter heard across the room. Bella wore my favorite color. The royal blue dress leaves little to the imagination and allows easy access if so desired. My sigh of relief is stopped abruptly when I see she is walking through the door. And she isn't alone. Attached to her arm is someone—not me. Was this her plan all along—to meet with someone ahead of time? Surely not.

The dark tanned guy laughs with her. They seem to enjoy each others companionship. But, it makes my stomach queasy. I turn back around and grab my drink guzzling it down.

"He's here." The words barely above a whisper. Aro stands on the other side of the bar handing me another drink. His eyes move from mine to the direction Bella now stands. Looking over my shoulder, all I see is her and the guy she walked in with.

That's Jacob? I can do this! Tits and pussy. Bella.

I nod at Aro, confirming I heard his spoken alert of my date for the evening.

This is so awkward.

I wait and wait. What in the world could the two of them be talking about? I temporarily forget, at least I try to anyway, about them as I watch a random game on the television behind the bar.

"Your wife's a firecracker!" Jacob said as he sat down next to me.

The first words out of his mouth are about my wife?

What. The. Hell.

I am doing this for Bella. I chant over and over and over in my head.

I'm a little taken aback and am unsure how to respond. "Uh, yeah, she is... I guess."

"You guess? You must not know your wife very well."

Is he wanting to attend this date with me? Heckle me? Or would he rather be on a date with her? I assume the latter, but that sure as hell isn't happening. Not after those few comments.

"I can assure you, I know my wife. Which is why I am here."

"At least you two agree." I just gave him a look. Thankfully, he kept talking. "That's what she said when we walked in. I recognized her out in the hallway. We were talking about the fact you were doing this for her, because you completely understand her—from her wants and desires to her fantasies." He trips over the word fantasies, but I overlook it assuming this is just a weird fellow.

At least I only have to interact with him for a short while. But is there anyway for me to take this further like Bella did with Tanya? They seemed to have quite the connection. Me, I can't wait for this part of the night to end.

Attempting to move past our awkward greeting, I ask him about the weather, of all things.

"You're asking me about the weather?" he says.

"Do you have a better topic to discuss?"

"I can think of a few things better than the weather. Cars. Construction. Politics. The beautiful brunette..."

My head snaps to my wife. She smiles and waves causing me to instinctively relax, albeit, a little. She seems oblivious to my present situation which is questioning this guys motifs, she seems happy as if she is enjoying the moment.

Looking back at Jacob, I want to tell him to stop talking about my wife as if she is his possession, but he continues speaking. "...she sure is beautiful. I saw her in the lobby. I was running late, I apologize, by the way. And she looked so much more beautiful than I remember. The beautiful brunette. I'm just glad I had the opportunity to help her—you, I mean—out."

Is this guy for real? I am flabbergasted. I want him to stop talking, but at the same time, I want him to continue to dig himself a hole thus getting me out of this nightmare of a date. Before I can say anything, he says, "Excuse me. I will be right back."

With his odd behavior, I watch as he walks towards the bathroom. Relaxing back in my seat, I finish my third beer. Hopeful this night will get better, I glance back to Bella. But she isn't looking at me because she isn't in her seat. With more speed than a bolt of lightening, I twist to look on my opposite side thinking she might have switched seats. With each glance around the room, my heart rate increases and my breathing becomes shallow. Deep down, I know something isn't right.

I try to reason with myself. Perhaps she left something in her car. That could happen, right? What if she had certain goodies for our sexual rendezvous later that she kept in the car and had to get? It would make sense that she left them in the car and wanted to get them prior to us going up to the room.

Perhaps she's in the bathroom.

The moment I think about it, I realize Jacob just left for the bathroom. Jumping out of my seat, I hope I am overreacting as I tell myself to just go to the mens' room. I think I will just get Bella and end this date. My gut is recognizing too many things and I think this may be for the best.

Rushing into the first door, the mens' room, I quickly ascertain I am alone. The stall doors silently mock me as they stand open, waiting for company. Where did Jacob go?

Back in the hallway, I cautiously open the ladies' room and holler for Bella. Not a sound, except for the crunch of my foot as it steps on something. Looking down on the tiled ground, I see the familiar Coach purse I gave Bella for Christmas last year. The contents of it scattered both inside the bathroom and in the hallway.

All I can do is scream her name. Aro comes rushing into the hallway. "What's going on?" He tries to visually assess what happened. Barely breathing, I choke out, "Bella. Missing. Jacob. Where is he?"

The look on Aro's face says it all. He has no idea. Jacob isn't sitting back in the bar. My wife's purse is on the floor. And neither of them were in the vicinity.

How did this fantasy date turn into a nightmare?

A/N: Are you ready?

Sentence teaser for next chapter: I want to move, but my hands are tied behind my back.