May 16th

Manhattan, New York

Lower East Side, Upper West Side

There was nothing more sweet to Bella than waking up to her loving fiancé. She just laid there staring at him; he was so God like. She loved him so much; he is like an Abercrombie and Fitch model, or some rich playboy; which kind of he uss to be. He had this coolness about him, you couldn't acquire by having money or even buying an expensive car. Every guy wanted to be him and he was everything a girl could want. He was a player, which at a certain time he was, he grew up in Switzerland at some over the top boarding school. That only blue bloods and some nobles send their kids to. While studying at the boarding school, he used to set up games between him and his friends. Mostly conquest of girls: which girls they could get and which ones they had to work for, making a game out of it. Bella was a game at first, a game his friend Laurent set-up, saying that if James could not get her in a months time, that he would take her for himself, even though he had a girlfriend. It was turning point for James. He might look like a stud but he was weak. He would rather let someone else take the reins, while he set back and relaxed. So he let Laurent have his way with her, causing Bella to lose contact with one of her roommates, Laurent's girlfriend. Causing people to look at her differently when it got around that she was the whore who broke up Laurent and Scarlett, the IT couple at Yale. James in the end was the only one that stayed by her and was her true friend except for the people who were like her and did not have a blue blood title. He never told her that he was actually part of the reason why she was looked at weirdly.

"Sweetie if you keep staring at me, you are going to miss your interview." He said laughing, while he watched her watching him. She had a little blush creeping up her neck, starting to show on her cheeks. He found her to be the most beautiful woman, and nothing could stand to her beauty. He could not wait to start a family with her. He still could not bare the thought of her losing their first child. It was a freak accident; there was nothing he could have done to save their unborn child. He almost lost her too; she turned her back on him. Giving him the cold shoulder, he could not understand why she could barely look at him. He knew it was hard for her, she was the one carrying the child, but he had lost something too. He needed her and she would not have him until now. He still had a lot to clear up from the months he had been away from her but he knew one thing, he was making her his, if it was the last thing he did. "I know you love me…but sweetie I am going to have to show you why you can't stare at me like that." He said laughing.

"You are such a pig." She said while hitting him, has she got out of the bed. She did not want to leave the bed or the bedroom for one. She just wanted to spend the day cuddling with him, but she had an interview. Walking towards her closet, she made sure to give him a show. Going through the endless clothes she had, debating on what to wear and what looked down right wrong. When she felt a pair of hands resting on her waist and an arm that slowly started to wrap around her waist. She could feel him slowly starting to kiss her neck. "James." She moaned. She loved when he kissed her neck, nibbling ever so slightly, like a vampire or something.

"Yes darlin." He said in a fake southern accent that made her want to laugh, but it also made her come a little bit. He continued to kiss her shoulder and undoing her top.

"James." She said moaning again, which made him ache for her. He had to have her again this morning, but there just was no time. "maybe I could," He thought has he began to rub his hands up and down her arms while he kissed her neck knowing that was her weak spot. He could get her to do anything for him by just kissing her neck. Licking his way down, he began to nibble on her shoulder, causing her to moan again, which set him off again. He had a hard on, which did not help because the second time she moan and laid her head on his shoulder, giving him more access, he was going to lose it. She could feel his erection, his need for her. Has he pressed himself closer to her; he pushed her back against him, making it like they were one. If she moaned again, he was going to lose it and he did. He bit down on her shoulder, trying to find release in something. He kissed her skin on her shoulder, ever so sweetly; trying to make up for the pain he was sure he had caused her. "Ow." She screamed.

"What's wrong?" He said while laughing has he began to lick the wound he had just left. Smirking, he was proud of his handy work. If he could not have the ring on her finger yet, he would settle for a more animal like claim. He was proud, now everyone could see whom she really belonged to.

"James William did you just bite me." She said laughing.

"Maybe." He said like a little kid afraid of getting in trouble. Kissing her neck, leaving a trail of shivers dancing on her skin has he made his way to her ear. "What are you going to do about it?" She turned to face him. She could see his needed for her, he wanted her. He could not lie to her, the proof was staring them both in the face, and he was not embarrassed about it either, he just smirked at her. She began to remove her tank top, leaving her half-naked and standing in front of him. He needed her and he needed her now. He moved closer to her, trying to kiss her but at the last second she turned her head away and stepped back, giggling at him.

"I am going to leave you standing here…wanting more and we both know you want me." She said while smirking at him and stroking his dick, causing him to whimper in the pleasure it was causing. Leaving him standing there she did with his mouth gaping open. She laughed the whole time she walked into the bathroom with her clothes in hand.

"Sweetie…don't leave." He begged, his voice was bit higher than normal, which caused her to laugh more at his demise. "You can change in here…I don't mind."

"You are an ass and I have to leave for my interview…within the hour. We both know that if I change in there…that ain't going to happen." She said through the half-open door, giving him a peep show. Knowing it was going to drive him crazy.

"Yeah…yeah." He said laughing while he watched her, has he begun to get dressed himself. She would be the death of him and he needed to fix everything before they got married or got more serious. While walking back towards the bedroom, she found him sitting on the bed putting his shoes on. He was dressed in a nice blue polo and khakis. The room was small but cozy but big enough for the two of them. It looked like a typical bachelor pad. It was neater than most but a guy's room nonetheless. She could not stand the color choice he chose. The walls were a dark whitish green for the lower part and the upper part of the walls was a blue color. It did not even look like she lived there. Everything was him and she did not even have it in her to change it. She loved living here with him, but something was holding her back from making this her place too. The bed that she loved so much was James's bed from New Heaven.

"You going out?" She asked.

"Yeah…need to take care of something before the trip." He lied; they both knew that he was not taking care of anything. He already had everything he needed for the photo shoot, but it did not even begin to click that he was lying. "But good luck sweetie." He said while coming towards her, he grabbed her face with his hands and gently kissed her.

"Thanks…I am going to need it."

"You won't need it. They will love you…why wouldn't they." He said giving her a peck on the lips. "You already stole my heart." He said while hugging her. "Now I am going to go." He said while kissing her one last time. After he kissed her, he picked up his carriers bag, flinging it over his shoulder.

"Love ya." She said while watching him leave. The apartment was a small, a one-bedroom loft with two bathrooms in the Upper West Side. The dinning room and living room were connected. He could have bought something bigger, better, but he loved to live like he was not who he was, like an Upper East Sider, like his parents. His parents did not like how he lived, but he could care less. Bella loved him for that fact that he was not like most rich guys. He liked to live like everyone else and buy his own stuff, not because he had a trust fund to spend. Looking at her watch she noticed she was going to be late if she did not leave now. Picking up her purse, she headed to the door, praying that she would get the internship.

Internship Interview

Walking towards the elevator, she was so nervous. Standing there beside all these people in this closed area, it was not helping her nerves one bit. If she got the job, she would probably have to drive or take a taxi, because the walk here was too much, especially in heels. All the way from the Upper West Side to the Upper East Side.

"Excuse me mam…what are you here for?" This little old lady asked. The lady was dressed in a nice dress jacket and skirt with a little scarf that you see women in Paris wearing.

"Interview for an internship." Bella said smiling at the woman.

"Ah…your one of the ones that just graduated right?"

"Yes…I just graduated from Yale Law…suppose to be taking my bar exam in July."

"That must have been nice…I went to Princeton back in my day. I wanted so badly to go to Yale…but daddy would never let me go because of money…but I had a full ride to Princeton…so Princeton it was." She said smiling at Bella. "Yale must have been great."

"It really was for the most part…I loved it…but I am glad I am out."

"I bet." The old lady said smiling. "I remember my college days and I do not want to repeat them…even though they were fun." She said laughing.

"I am with you on that." Bella said while laughing along with the older women. Bella knew too well what the old woman meant, she had her many college experiences that did not need to be repeated.

"Your not from New York…are you my dear?" The old woman asked.

"No I am not…how did you know?" She asked the older woman. "Was it that plain to see that I was not from New York," Bella thought.

"You do not have the New Yorker accent." The old lady said laughing.

"Yeah…I know I should…I have lived here for five years but…still have my old accent."

"Where you from dear?"

"You wouldn't know of it…if I told you." Bella said laughing, while thinking of her small town that did not even show up sometimes on maps. "It's a very small town in Ohio."

"Try me…I travel everywhere." The old woman smiled.

"It's a small called Wescott."

"You know…I have never heard of it." The old lady said smiling at Bella. "Where is it in Ohio?"

"It's about an hour from Springfield and Urbana and about two hours from Columbus…its in Darke county." Bella replied.

"I have been to Columbus and Springfield…but still never heard of Wescott." The old lady said.

"Probably not…we are just a small country town, known for being very snotty and stuff…we are one of those towns were we have a founders week and all that fun stuff." Bella said laughing.

"Let me guess…your not from one of founding family and the kids in your high school were assholes…oh excuse my language." The old lady said laughing.

"Its fine and no…I am from one of those families." Bella said smiling.

"What's your name my dear…mines Katerina Dupont."

"Oh." Bella said, like she forgot her own name. She remembered hearing the old woman's name. The last name had shown up many times when she had to help James's mother plan a social party and they were on the list for the wedding. " Isabella Dwyer…but everyone calls me Bella."

"Well its nice to meet you Bella…your dating that fine young Mackenzie are you not."

"It's nice to meet you Mrs. Dupont and yes...I am actually engaged to James."Bella said smiling. Katerina began to laugh.

"I remember James when he was a little boy…sweet boy and I am not married dear…it's a family name from my mothers side….lets just say my father was not the person who my grandparents wanted my mother to marry. So mother gave me her maiden name and married some rich guy. I still to this day have not met my father and have not got a trust fund like all my other siblings or cousins." Katerina said smiling. Bella just stared at her. "You do know of the Dupont's right?" Katerina asked, Bella just shook her head no. "The Dupont's produced almost all American gunpowder during the Civil War…it's a little less now…we use to be one of the wealthiest families in America but still hold the title for being old money." She explained.

"Oh well my family isn't really from old money…except it founded a town that's about it." Bella said laughing, Katerina just smiled at her and then pointed to Bella's shoulder. Bella happened to being wearing a nice black halter top, which showed off her shoulders because of the summer heat was unbearably hot for this time of year. "Is something wrong." Bella asked.

"Well dear…your tattoo is showing."

"What tattoo?" Bella asked a little confused, she did not have a tattoo anywhere on her body that she knew of. That was the one thing she kept from the years she lived with her parents. She it thought it to be tasteless.

"The one on your shoulder." Bella just stared at her. "You did not know you had one."

"No…you must be talking about my birthmark." Bella said laughing because it really did look like a tattoo. It made Bella think about how James loved to kiss and lick it. Just thinking about it made shivers run down her back.

"Really…it looks just like a tattoo." Katerina said.

"Yeah I know…it just appeared on my skin when I turned 13. Me and my parents have no idea why…my mom took me to all these doctors and they said it looked to be a birthmark and they had no idea why it just appeared on my skin."

"Well I have never seen such a thing…its is cool looking."

"It is…isn't." Bella said smiling. "I know I like it." It looked to be tribal or something Celtic looking, never-ending lines.

"Well it is nice meeting you but this is my stop…you might want to cover it up…even if it is a birthmark…other people might not understand since this place is very upscale…because of our clients." Katerina said while stepping out of the elevator.

"I understand…that's the reason for this cover up." Bella said smiling has she showed Katerina the small jacket that she was carrying.

"Smart idea…well it was nice meeting you Bella." Katerina said while walking away. Bella rode in the elevator until it hit the floor she was going to have her interview on. She could hear the beeping sound that told her she was at her floor. Stepping off, she felt like she belonged there. She began her walk towards the front desk, while staring at everything in the waiting area. She was like a kid in a candy store. She could a see lady in her 40's with graying hair and charcoal gray eyes sitting behind the information desk.

"Hello…my name is Isabella Dwyer…I have an interview with Mr. Swan and Mr. Parker." Bella said while standing in front of the desk.

"The name is Mrs. Mag and they are busy right now…when was you're appointment?" Mrs. Mag asked.

"Well…Mrs. Mag…it was for right now." Bella said smiling at the lady. She noticed that the lady was one of those kinds of people who did not seem to be nice, even after you got to know them. The lady seemed to be one of those kinds of people who liked to watch other people in misery, like it was their only enjoyment in life. You had to feel bad for those kinds of people because really they hated themselves. It is like Christmas morning for them when they find someone else who is worse off, because then their life does not suck as much.

"Yes…hold on a sec." Mrs. Mag said while picking up her phone and pushing some buttons. Bella twiddle her fingers while she waited for the women to get off of the phone. So she began to listen to the conversation the woman was having on the phone. "Mr. Swan and Mr. Parker, sirs…Miss Dwyer wants to talk with the both of you…sure thing." Mrs. Mags put the phone down, while turning to face Bella. "You may go in…their waiting for you…Mr. Swan's office is down the hall at the end."

"Thank you." Bella said while walking past her desk and towards Mr. Swan's office. She took a deep breath and finally opened the door. Mr. Swan's office was huge and looked like something out of the 1920's. So old-looking with its black and white walls, it reminded Bella of something out of Alice in Wonderland. Giving the room a very cold feeling and the lack of light made it unnerving. "If you were someone who was here to talk to them about a case. You would feel scared, it should be something were you feel comfortable and warm." Bella thought. The room was lined with bookshelves and a big window overlooking New York's busy streets, and it felt like a prison. Everything about the room made you feel uncomfortable. Stepping further into the room Bella could see two men; both of the men were behind a big old oak desk that sat in the middle of the office. It looked like something from another time period. Both of them were hunched over, looking through a stack of papers. Bella stood by the door, waiting for them to notice her because she was scared to even move a muscle without getting into trouble.

"You must be Miss Dwyer." The larger man in the chair said. "Come in…sit down." Bella moved towards the desk, while taking a seat in front of them. "Hello dear…I am Mr. Swan…and this here." Mr. Swan said pointing to the man standing beside him. "Is my son-law and my partner…Mr. Parker." Mr. Swan's large shoulders overtook the chair he was sitting in; he was a very large man, not in weight but in height. He had a brawny build to him and dark brown hair, almost like Bella's. With a olive skin tone that made him look like he spent most of his time on the beach. His chestnut-brown eyes were cold and unfeeling looking. He looked to be only in his 50's or 60's, which to the eye he was, but in truth he was not. Mr. Parker on the other hand was shorter, not much but shorter than Mr. Swan. Mr. Parker was not a good-looking man with his angular body build and sorrel brown hair. He had to be around 35 or maybe a little bit older. He had ebony black eyes, which also seemed to make him seem very cold and unfeeling. Maybe it was the lawyer thing or maybe not. Mr. Parker had pale skin to him, unlike that of Mr. Swan. It was also much paler looking than Bella's. It reminded Bella of a corpses skin. Both men were wearing Armani suits.

"Hello, Mr. Swan...Mr. Parker." She said while smiling at them, they just smiled back at her in a unnerving way.

"Mr. Parker was just leaving." Mr. Swan said smiling at Bella. "Francis do tell my daughter we will be having that big dinner for who ever I choose…tell her…to tell the maids and cook to be ready with the food I picked out." Mr. Swan said while looking at Mr. Parker before he left.

"Yes sir." Mr. Parker said while bowing has he left. Bella thought this act to be a little weird, who bowed anymore.

"Now Bella…I see you was valedictorian at Yale for both times you graduated...and you graduated early from law school...thats impressive." Mr. Swan said reading from a file he had in front of him. "You still have to take your bar exam...is that correct?"

"Yes sir." She said while smoothing out her pencil skirt. She was glad that she had graduated from law school early, she had worked hard to graduated early and it really paid off. Her teachers were so impressed with her, her first year at Yale that they started scheduling internships at various law firms.

"You have done internships in California and Florida…very nice. I also see you have study in one of the many London firms." He said stopping to stare at her.

"Yes that is correct sir."

"You know we have a London office…where my son oversees."

"Yes I do sir…one of my classes at Yale talked about your law firm."

"Really…I did not know we were that popular…well it seems here that you studied for criminal law…if you were starting all over again. Would you still attend?" He asked.

"Yes sir…I would love to become a criminalist lawyer and yes sir I would still attend law school…it has been a dream of mine since I have been a little girl...to be a lawyer." Bella replied.

"Very good…you came to the right place then." He said smiling. "Can you take instructions without feeling upset?"

"Yes sir…I feel it's important to listen and not to take things too seriously." She replied back.

"Did you ever have any difficulty getting along with fellow students or faculty?"

"No sir…I enjoyed the students in my classes, along with the teachers I had."

"Very good." He said looking up at her. This continued for a few minutes, which made Bella more nervous. "What interests you about our firm? Why would you want to represent our clients?" He questioned. Bella sat their staring at him, trying to think of a reason why she would want to represent people who had more money than brains.

"Well…sir…I have always found your firm to be the place I have wanted to work at since I have been a little girl and your clientele is one of the best. I would not feel right if I had to do an internship somewhere else. Your clients would be some of the best to represent and I would not feel comfortable representing anyone else." He just looked at her with watchful eyes. She looked like someone he knew, like his son and grandmother. Hoping that it was not true what his eyes were telling him.

To be Continued...