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Okay, before I actually get started on this chapter there is something I'd really like to get off my chest. I got another hateful anonymous review for chapter twelve, and it had me so upset that my first thought was to give up on this story completely. I even had an author's note completely typed up and ready to post stating that I was done with this, but instead of posting it I walked away and I'm glad that I did. I gave myself some time to think and then things got really chaotic at home so that gave me even more time to let me think and cool off. Even now I'm a little wary about continuing, but I am determined not to be dragged out of the game because someone wants to be rude and hateful in the most cowardly way.

I understand that not everyone that reads my work is going to like it, and I'm okay with that. Different people have different tastes. I also understand that people have a right to express their feelings of distaste. You can tell me you hate my story all you want, I could honestly care less. I don't write for you, I write for me, and if you happen to enjoy my work that is wonderful and if you don't that's fine too, but when you start name calling that is when it begins to bother me. There is absolutely no reason for calling me stupid or retarded or whatever, I kind of picked up that you don't like my ideas when you told me my story was gay and my writing was shit.

There is a right way and wrong way of doing things people. Being ugly and hurtful is never the right way. If I wanted to be called names I would have remained with my step dad and sister. I got away from their abuse I don't need your's too. If you want to tell me you hate my story, do just that. Maybe try to be a little constructive about it. Perhaps tell me how you think I can make it better instead of completely insulting me and trying to pass it off as advice. I have feelings just like you, after all I am human, and just like you I expect my feelings to be respected.

And just for the record... I'm not a plagiarist! I didn't steal anything from anyone. As stated before in a previous chapter I already talked to DLC and our stories are nothing alike. If you still have a problem with this please contact DLC yourself. And I have no idea who Nollie Marie is but I will be contacting them to get their opinion. If they think I'm copying them then I apologize and I'll have my story removed.

Thanks to all of you that have been kind and supportive. I'm really grateful that so many of you have taken to my story. To be honest I never saw it getting this far. Sure, three hundred reviews may not be that big of a deal compared to someone like DLC, but it is to me. It means a lot to me that people actually keep up with my stories. Thank you thank you thank you.

And now that I've got that out of my system I'll get on with the show. Ugh. Sorry that was so long...

One Night in Vegas.

Chapter Thirteen.

Bella's Point of View.

I couldn't help the sigh that escaped my lips as I pulled into the driveway, trying to park the Volvo in the exact spot Edward had left it in. I don't know why, but I felt that I needed it there. There probably wasn't even a real reason other than the fact that Edward had left it in that spot.

Cutting off the engine I sighed again, dropping my head back against the seat. After Alice announced her pregnancy and my momentary excitement for her and Jasper had dulled, the rest of the evening was a blur. Alice and Jasper spoke happily of their new addition of their family while I spaced out, wondering about what was going to happen between Edward and me? Would we ever plan having a baby like Alice and Jasper, or would the reasons he kept that we went to high school together a secret tear us apart?

The thought of living without Edward alone threatened to send me into hysterics. The only thing that kept me from losing myself completely and ruining dinner was something Jasper had said to me earlier that night while we sat in his living room waiting for Alice. "... if you play your cards right, I see you having a bright and happy future with Edward. He has loved you since high school and obviously his feelings haven't changed." For some reason, that gave me hope that things could be worked out between Edward and I... Fixing things between Alice was another story.

By the time I had pulled myself from my thoughts, Alice and Jasper had already finished their dinner and deserts. Only thing I succeeded in doing was moving my pasta around my plate and getting sauce on the table. Alice had scolded me for wallowing in my self pity instead of sharing her excitement. In the end, I ended up not having dinner at all and was completely ignored by Alice the entire ride back to her place.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I had to figure out a way to make it up to her. Maybe I'd take her shopping this weekend (depending, of course, how things are handled with Edward). When dealing with Alice, shopping was the ultimate ass kissing technique and as much as I hated it; I would endure an entire weekend of endless walking, dressing rooms, and over priced clothing stores.

I sat up and opened my eyes, pulling the key from the ignition and jumped out of the car. I didn't have time to be sitting around. Edward would be home tomorrow and the house was a complete mess (Meaning I hadn't made the bed this morning, but some thing as small as that can reflect poorly on the entire house as a whole).

On the way to the door, I fumbled with the keys momentarily, trying to find the house key so that I could get in. I stumbled over something in the walk way and dropped the keys as I tried to keep myself balanced. Tonight was not a night I wanted to spend in the emergency room. Hell, no night was. When I was positive that my feet were firmly planted on the ground I turned and looked for whatever it was that wanted me tumbling face first into the cement.

"Huh." I said as my eyes landed on the news paper laying in the walk way. I leaned down to pick it up along with the keys, wondering why I hadn't noticed it when I had left earlier to go out with Alice, or any others during the week? I leaned over the garden digging in the bushes trying to see if maybe they got lost in the plants and I hadn't cared enough to notice, but I didn't find anything. Perhaps Edward had it set up so that he only received the news paper once a week, or it could have even been a mistake. Either way I guess it didn't matter.

With another sigh (something I seemed to be doing a lot lately), I continued my journey towards the house, the key to the door already found and in hand. I practically skipped in to the house, closing and locking the door behind me. Edward would be home soon. Even though I had a lot of questions and fears, the thought brought a smile to my face.

Smiling, I slipped the keys into my pocket and headed for the stairs, holding the news paper under my arm. I'd bring it down to the kitchen and place it on the table when I was done upstairs. I entered our bedroom and threw the paper towards the bed (and missing it by a mile) as I made my way to the closet so that I could change into some thing more comfortable- sweat pants and a tee shirt.

I quickly changed into my comfy cleaning clothes and headed towards the bathroom so that I could drop my dirty clothes in the hamper. My eyes fell to the news paper on the floor as I walked by, stopping instantly as I read part of the front page headline.

Edward Cullen Giv...

I dropped my clothes and snatched the paper up, yanking it from its plastic confines, needing to know the rest of the caption. I quickly unfolded the paper with uneasy hands and held it out before me, my eyes scanning everything.

Edward Cullen Giving Up Family Business?!

Rumor has it that hot shot Edward Cullen, President and CEO of Cullen Coffee, has decided to end his reign as America's coffee king and leave the family business for good. With no siblings to take his place, we all can't help but wonder what exactly is in store for Cullen Coffee in the future- The business his father worked so hard to get up off the ground and passed over to him after his death...

My brows furrowed in confusion and frustration as I read. I got halfway through the article before I crumbled the offending piece of paper and flung it across the room. What do they mean by leaving the business? It couldn't be true. He said he was leaving to wrap up a merger with another company, nothing about leaving his own. It was just a rumor! It had to be. Edward would have told me if he was planning something like that... Right?

I nervously bit my lip and closed my eyes, letting my head fall back. Wrong. I thought. He didn't tell you that we attended the same high school together. What makes you think he would tell you about this? I groaned trying to hold back the surge of panic and distrust that was bubbling violently inside me. Why was this happening to me?

I walked over to where I flung the paper and picked it up and unwrinkled it the best that I could. There had to be some kind of explanation, something I misread or didn't read. I scanned the text on the page but found nothing. Nothing that wasn't there the first time, and the rest of the article only spoke of how Carlisle Cullen had struggled to get his company where it was today and how shameful it was of his son to just throw it all away. My eyes momentarily drifted to the picture that was off to the right of the article. It was Edward with some woman and they looked to be deep in conversation. I closed my eyes again, taking a deep breath as I dropped the paper back to the floor. Maybe Jasper was wrong. Maybe there was no way this could end happily. There were far too many lies and secrets between us. The same reason things didn't work out with Jacob.

I stomped my feet on the floor childishly and opened my eyes, glaring up at the ceiling accusingly. "I never did anything to you." I said to God. "I've been an overall good person all my life! Why are you doing this to me, what have I done to deserve this?!" I demanded, felling the familiar burn of tears behind my eyes. I stood there in silence for a moment, waiting for an answer, but got nothing besides annoyed.

Angrily I stomped out of the room and down the stairs. I didn't want to think about any of this anymore! I was tired of all the nagging questions racing through my mind, making me even more uneasy, so I went to the one place I knew I'd be able to distract myself...

The kitchen.

Everything else was just going to have to wait.

Edward's Point of View.

I smiled as my driver pulled up into the driveway next to my Volvo. I couldn't believe I was finally home and would finally be able to be with Bella again. This time I wouldn't have to leave her; ever again. My father's company no longer held me. I was a free man; able to do as I pleased when I pleased, well, for the most part.

I glanced down at my watch, frowning slightly. It was a little after three in the morning, Bella would be asleep. I quickly jumped out of the car and made my way to my driver, who was waiting for me with my bags, contemplating if I should wake my beautiful wife and make love to her now, something I desperately needed. To feel her skin against mine, writhing beneath me as I thrust into her...

There was no way I could wait until morning. God help me, I needed her now. It had been far too long. I took my bags from my driver and mumbled a soft thank you to him and sent him off before we reached the door. I probably came off as rude, but I really hadn't meant to. I just needed to get to Bella as quickly as I could. I couldn't help but think I was acting like a teenager with raging hormones.

Without faltering, I unlocked the door and pushed it open, my nose instantly being assaulted by a mixed varied of sweets. I closed the door and dropped my bags to the floor and took a deep breath, enjoying the sweet scent that tickled my senses, and suddenly I was hungry for more than just my wife, whom of which I was surprised was still up at this time.

I headed to the kitchen, smirking. There was no better midnight snack in the world than a chocolate covered Bella with whipped topping and a cherry to top it with. I stopped in the doorway of the kitchen and leaned against the door frame as I took in the sight before me, eyes wide. Every surface of the kitchen was covered with all different kinds of cakes, cookies, and brownies. Never in my life had I seen so many sweets in one place. Who was she planning to feed it all to? The entire population of China?

I pushed myself off the frame of the door and looked up, my eyes now landing on my only purpose for living, Bella. She was standing in front of the sink, her back facing me. I watched her for a moment while she worked, slowly walking forward. I was about five steps away from her when I stopped walking, surprised she hadn't notice me yet. I was instantly glad she had locked the door, anyone could have come in and she wouldn't have noticed.

I cleared my throat, wanting to make her aware of my presence. I watched her immediately tense, her breath catching in her throat. I had frightened her and couldn't help but chuckle softly. She dropped whatever she had been cleaning down into the sink and slowly turned to face me. Relief quickly washed over her features followed by anger and then to what I assumed was joy.

"Edward!" She cried out as she ran to me. I caught her as she jumped into my arms and threw her arms around my neck, her cold wet hands resting against my neck. I groaned softly as her lips crashed to mine, her tongue thrusting into my mouth hungrily. My tongue fought with her's, eager for dominance, while my hands moved down her back to her bottom. I squeezed her ass roughly, earning a deep moan from Bella's lips. "Edward..." She panted as our lips parted. "Oh Edward."

She rolled her hips, grinding her's against mine, driving me crazy. I couldn't help but feel pleased that she seemed to want me just as badly as I wanted her. "Bella..." I moaned as she drove herself into me more firmly. If she kept that up I would take her right here on the kitchen floor.

"I missed you." She said slightly breathless, her fingers digging into my hair.

"I missed you too." I mumbled against her lips as she yanked my mouth roughly back to her's, this kiss less urgent than the first. I slowly pulled my mouth from her's, catching her bottom lip in between my teeth and sucking on it gently all while staring into her eyes.

In that instant everything changed. The passion and love in her eyes quickly disappeared, changing into something I didn't understand. "Bella?" I questioned, releasing her lip from my mouth. Her fingers released my hair and her arms fell from around my neck, while her legs untangled from around my waist, and once her feet were back on the floor she pushed me away and took a few steps back.

"Bella?" I said again, brows furrowed as I tried to figure out what had just happened in that short amount of time. "What's wrong sweetheart?"

She stared at me for a moment, her eyes reflecting a sadness and pain that made my heart ache. I reached out for her, wanting to pull her in my arms and assure her that whatever it was, that it would be okay. That I'd do anything in my power to make her smile again, but she stepped away and turned her back to me.

"Edward." She said softly as she walked back over to the sink to turn off the water. I hadn't even realized it was still running until now. Slowly she turned to face me, crossing her arms over her chest. "We need to talk." She said as her voice cracked and wary.

It was then I realized that I had some how caused that pain and sadness that was embedded in her eyes.

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The next chapter will be the final chapter for One Night in Vegas.

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