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Author's Note: Thank you all for your feed back. The results will come in later chapters. If you have any questions feel free to ask and I'll send you a PM. Thank you for your time and for your reviews. Please keep them coming!

Also, I want to clear up any confusion you all might have. For those of you that think I stole my plot from Daddy's Little Cannibal I can only apologize that you feel that way, and point out there are many writers here on , and because of that plots happen to get repeated. It can't be helped. There is a difference between stealing a plot, which I can assure you that I did no such thing, and stealing someone's story, and I didn't do that either. I have more respect for people than that. I also contacted Daddy's Little Cannibal for permission to continue my story. She was polite as ever and told me to continue my work. She even looked over mine and came to the conclusion that our stories were really nothing a like. Only similarity we had was the fact Edward didn't want a divorce, and the reasonings behind that are completely different. Our stories are also going into two completely different directions. I thank you for the concern, but the next time you feel that I'm stealing someone's plot for the sake of reviews please contact me through PM or email me. Even though getting reviews are a plus, I don't write for them. I write for me. It is something I enjoy doing, and I post it here in hopes that other people will enjoy reading it. If you have any other questions you can ask either myself or Daddy's Little Cannibal. Thank you.

Ugh! I feel so much better now for getting that out. I hope I didn't sound rude, that wasn't my intention. I just wanted to be sure that I'm understood, so with out further ado...

One Night in Vegas.

Chapter Five.

I bit my lip as soon as the words left my mouth. I honestly had no idea where they came from, or what possessed me to speak them. And what frightened me was I think I actually meant them, but was it possible to miss someone with out realizing it? Well, obviously. I felt the heat rush to my cheeks as he stared down into my eye, and I looked away. He was evidently as shocked about my out burst as I was.

His fingers coaxed my chin up, forcing me to meet his gaze. My heart skipped a few beats as I stared into his soft green eyes. God! What was he doing to me? I could hardly breath, and thinking was just about impossible. I felt my back press against the front door and our bodies pressed together. "Did you mean that?" He asked, his lips merely inches from mine. I continued to stare up into his eyes, the intensity of his gaze sent shivers down my spine. "Bella, did you mean what you just said?" His warm breath danced across my face, and for the first time in minutes I sucked air into my deprived lungs.

"Yes..." I muttered, trying to force my foggy brain to function. He was far too close to me, but I didn't want him to move away. I lifted my hands gently cupping his face, our eyes never parting. I held my breath, my fingers gently tracing the smooth lines of his face. What was so different about him? What was it about him that made my heart race and made breathing so difficult. I never once felt this way with Jacob.

The thought of Jacob suddenly made me feel sick to my stomach, and it had nothing to do with his infidelity. Edward placed his hand on top my mine, holding it against his face, and I was suddenly questioning why I was ever with Jake in the first place. I wasted how many years with Jake when I could have been with Edward? It was in that moment I realized my attraction to him was more than just sexual. I wanted this marriage. I wanted, no, needed it to work, and that frightened me."What are you doing to me?" I choked out.

"You tell me." He said softly, his lips curling into the smile I was growing to love. Would I be able to live without that smile if I pushed him out of my life forever? Quickly, I pushed Edward away from me. I needed to breath and clear my headed. I needed him to keep his distance.

"You are screwing with my head!" I accused, maneuvering my way under his arm and jumping not so gracefully down the porch steps in attempt to get away from him. Edward caught my wrist as I was about to lose my footing and fall face first into the grass, and I couldn't help but wonder how he moved so quickly. "You really need to stop touching me!"

He released my wrist, but not before making sure I wasn't going to fumble down on to my face. I watched him take a deep breath and take a step away from me, crossing his arms over his chest. "Are you that afraid of falling in love with me Bella?" He asked, his voice rough. His lips curled into a cocky grin and a snort of laughter escaped his lips. "Because you know, you are falling for me. You are slowly letting your guard down, letting yourself open up to me. You are even allowing yourself to think that there can actually be an 'us' and Bella, love, there can be. You only have to give me a chance to prove to you how perfect we are for each other."

I closed my eyes and shook my head. "No." I didn't want to hear it. I couldn't. I felt myself becoming convinced that he was right. Right that we'd be perfect together. God knows I was wanting there to actually be an us and I didn't understand why. I knew nothing about this gorgeous man besides the fact he was a god in bed and his smile drove me crazy. "It can't work."

"Damn it Bella!" He yelled, throwing his hand in the air before letting them fall to his side. "Not five minutes ago you wanted to jump in bed with me. Less than two minutes ago you allowed yourself to speak from your heart. You told me you missed me and damn it Bella we both know you meant it!"

I glared at him, grinding my teeth together out of annoyance. How the hell was I going to get myself out of that one, especially when he read me so easily? And let's just be completely honest here, my lying abilities aren't that great. "What do you want from me? We can't stay together. We don't know anything about each other."

Edward took a deep breath and just as quickly as he took it he let it out. An attempt to calm himself I guess. He licked his lips and ran his fingers through his beautiful reddish brown mane. "Time. We can learn everything about each other we just need time."

"And what if this doesn't work out Edward? What was the point in wasting that time?"

He looked at me pleadingly. "It won't be wasted Bella, not for me at least. I adore every minute I spend with you-"

I didn't let him say anymore than that. I couldn't bear too. My felt my throat tighten up with emotion and my eyes burn with tears that almost immediately fell over. "What is the point if it doesn't work out?" I repeated, my voice cracking halfway through. I couldn't bear it if I allowed myself to get close to another man only to have it fail again.

"I'm not Jacob!"He hissed. "He was a fool. And I'm not going to make the same mistakes that he did. I'm not going to lose you." He was standing in front of me now, cupping my face between his two hands while his thumbs worked to wipe away my tears. My eyes seemed to be working over time because as quickly as he wiped them away more took their place. "Give me five months."

I stared up at him, my brows furrowed. "Five months for what?"

"I already bought that house I wanted to show you." He said softly. "Move in with me. Live with me for five months. We can take that time to start from the beginning. We can go on dates, learn about each other, and basically do everything normal couples would do. And by the end of the five months... If you aren't completely convinced your in love... that we are perfect for each other... I'll let you go."

I wanted to say no. I wanted to tell him how ridiculous he sounded and tell him it was time for him to leave, but I couldn't. I couldn't say anything, but I knew when I could I wouldn't tell him no. I knew, though, that when this failed, and it would, that it would hurt more than anything I ever experienced in my life. Even more so than when things ended with Jake. I also knew that I would never forgive myself if I let this opportunity pass. What if there was a chance that this would work out? But I shouldn't get my hopes up. "Bella?" Edward said, his voice full of unease. "What do you say?"

I looked away from him, biting my lip and said the first thing that came to mind. "What if I don't like the house?"

Edward chuckled, and the next thing I knew was that I was being held tightly in his arms as he spun us. I couldn't help but laugh at his child- like excitement. "Then we'll find another one." He said point blank as he placed me on my feet again. "But I'm pretty sure you'll like it." He said smiling brightly. "Let's go see it."

He grabbed my hand and stared walking, but I stayed stationary. Something he said to me hadn't quite sunk in. Edward turned to face me frowning. His beautiful green eyes burned with sadness and his expression pained. At first I couldn't figure out what had him looking so broken,but quickly realized it probably had everything to do with my not following him. I quickly jumped forward, not wanting him to think I changed my mind. Edward sighed and I could only assume it was out of relief and he was once again leading me to his car.

"Edward." I said as he opened the passenger door of the silver Volvo for me to get in. He released my hand and I took my seat. I sat there, not all the way in the car, looking up at him. He looked down at me and smiled. It was almost as if he wasn't pained a moment ago.

"Hmm?" He purred, never taking his eyes off me.

"What did you mean we'd just find another one?"

Edward chuckled and I felt my cheeks burn. I don't know why, but I felt like I missed some kind of joke. "If you don't like it. We'd simply buy a new one that is to your liking."

I frowned."Why would you do that?" I asked as he motioned for me to get into all the way into the car. I lifted my legs and scooted in and he shut the door. I buckled my seat belt as he rounded the car and got into the driver's seat. He sat down and buckled his own safety belt after closing the door. He already had his key in his hand so he put it in the ignition and started the car while I waited for him to answer my question.

"Would should I force you to live in a house that you don't like." He said at last. I cocked my head to the side and stared at him.

"Because, I don't know, money doesn't grow on trees. Houses are expensive." He turned his head and glanced at me for a second before pulling out on to the street. His lips curled into a smile again and I felt like I was left out on the joke again.

"You amaze me." He said simply. "Money is one thing I've never had to worry about. You've heard of Cullen Coffee, right?"

My jaw dropped and my eyes widened. No way! "Oh my god!" I practically squealed. "That's you?!"

Edward laughed. "Yeah, that's me. I inherited the business before my father died about six years ago." He stopped at a red light and his hand reluctantly reached out for mine. I took a deep breath and grabbed his, bitting my lip. He turned his head for a second and looked at me, his smile soft. "Thank you." He said softly.

I nodded. "You know, I want to keep this house." I said as the light turned green and he began driving again.

"You haven't seen it yet."

I shrugged my shoulder, releasing his hand so that he could use it to drive. "I'm not wasting your money. Just so you know I want nothing to do with it."

It was silent after that and I was beginning to feel nervous. Not only was he gorgeous, but he was rich as well! "Bella, what do you do?" His question caught me off guard.

"What do you mean?" I asked.

"Where do you work? What do you do?"

"Oh." I bit my lip. I didn't have a job. I was ,or used to be at least, a house wife. "I'm currently unemployed." I said frowning, looking down. I would have to look into finding a job and perhaps think about going back to school too. I would need to start taking care of myself. "I'll get a job."

"If that's what you want to do." He said softly. I looked up as he pulled into a long empty driveway, and my jaw dropped as my eyes landed on the white Victorian style house before us.

"Do you like it?"

Author's Note: I'll post a picture of what the house looks like in my profile at a later date. Which will more than likely be tomorrow.

TM- I think you were reading my mind. I was halfway through with this chapter when I got your review. And Thanks.

Hope you all enjoyed... When I wasn't nagging. Sorry about that folks.

-Anna