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Chapter 12

We are in the shower now. As much as I want to shove my dick into Bella from behind; I refrain.

I am more than ready to have sex with her, but I know she is not. It shouldn't matter, but it does. I don't ever want to feel like I'm raping someone. However, the way Alice and Bella have spoken, it's as if I already have.

I can't help but run my hands over her tits. They are just so round, so perfect, and so begging for my attention. At least, I think they are.

I let my hands explore downward toward her perfectly squeezable ass. I run my hands around her front but stop myself from ramming my fingers into her tight wetness. I assume she's wet, but what do I know? I seem to be getting a lot of things wrong lately.

At the very least, I would like her down on her knees, but I just can't seem to make her. Sometimes I wish I had never talked to Alice. My conscience has grown, and I'm not use to having much of a conscience as far as women are concerned. I know that's a terrible thing to say, but it's true.

"You can go out and get ready now." I tell her as I remove my hands from her body.

She seems surprised that I'm not making her wash me.

Honey, I'm just as surprised as you are.

I take my time finishing up in the shower as I try to collect my thoughts. I want … no, I need some action, yet I just can't seem to enforce anything.

After my shower I enter the bedroom to find Bella already dressed and sitting on the sofa with her wet hair reading another book.

As I am getting dressed, my cell phone disturbs the silence.

"What is it?" I answer without looking at the number.

"Edward Cullen, is that anyway to answer your phone?" My mother scolds me.

"Sorry Mom, I didn't know it was you," I apologize. I notice that when I say 'Mom', Bella looks up from her book.

I walk a little further away from the sitting area for more privacy.

"Why is it that I had to hear from Jasper that you have a girlfriend?" She asks.

Fucking Jasper! He just had to open his big, fat mouth.

"It's still sort of new. I just didn't think she was ready for me to spring the whole family on her," I say trying to think fast on my feet.

"Well, too late. You are both coming over for dinner tonight. No excuses." My mother knows it's hard for me to say 'no' to her.

"Fine, but can you please try not to overwhelm her?" I can't have her asking too many questions.

"You really care about this girl, don't you?" She asks me in a much softer tone.

"Like I said, it's still new. We're still trying to figure things out." She has no idea how fucked up this situation really is. She would be absolutely livid if she knew.

"So you say. A mother knows about these kinds of things. What's her name? How old is she?" I can tell she is about to unload a barrage of questions. I have to put a stop to this.

"Her name is Bella and she's nineteen." Nineteen is pushing it, but I could never tell my mother that she is really seventeen. She would flip out.

"That's kind of young, Edward. Are you sure she's ready for a relationship?"

"Mom, please. I need you to leave this alone. We are working everything out. Please promise me that you won't bombard her with questions. She's very shy and she scares easily." There. That should help my 'situation'.

"Alright," my mom concedes. "I won't ask her many questions. I expect you at seven."

"The fewer questions the better. I don't want to scare her away." Not that she has anywhere to go.

"I promise; I'll be good. I'll see you tonight, honey." She says and hangs up.

I hang up the phone and sigh. I look over to where Bella is sitting and notice her head is back in her book. Good, she didn't hear the conversation.

Now I have to figure out how I'm going to handle this. Dad knows everything but Mom knows nothing, and I intend to keep it that way.

I sit down on the sofa next to Bella and see her stiffen. God, I'm getting tired of that.

"Bella, we need to have a talk," I tell her as I take her book from her and set it on my other side.

"Ok …." She's looking at me warily.

"We are going out tonight, and it's very important that you behave. There will be extreme consequences if you don't."

"Where are we going?" She asks me as she pulls at the bottom of her top.

"We are going to dinner at my parent's house." I wait to gauge her reaction.

She looks up at me, and I almost see hope in her eyes. I have to squash that now.

"Know now that there will be absolutely no chance that you will be able to escape. Not only will I have my men with me, but my father has men keeping guard as well. Don't even attempt it," I tell her sternly.

"Remember you will act as my girlfriend. You will not speak of how you came to me, or whether or not you want to be with me. You will speak respectfully and give answers that a girlfriend would be expected to give. Do you understand?"

"What if they ask how we met?" She timidly asks.

"You will tell them that a mutual friend introduced us. Also if anyone asks, you are nineteen years old. Got that?" I demand an answer of her.

"Yes," she whispers.

"I expect you to be intelligent enough to answer questions as you would think I would want you to answer them. I want your answers to be quick and to the point. Do not ask them any questions. You will be sitting next to me and if I squeeze your leg then I am giving you a warning and that means you better correct your behavior and quick."

She gives me a small nod.

"I will not hesitate to punish you at my parent's house. My father knows everything and he condones my behavior, so do not think you will find any sympathy there. I will punish you in front of everyone if I see fit. I'd rather keep this a civil affair, but do not forget for one moment who you belong to."

"Do I have to do anything like hold your hand or kiss you?" She asks seeming to shudder at the thought.

"Just follow my lead." I annoyingly answer.

"Ok," she answers but her head is down and I can sense she is quietly crying.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm afraid I'll mess up. I'm scared to meet your father," she tells me truthfully.

"You don't need to worry about my father. He won't hurt you. You just have to follow my rules and everything will be fine." I don't know where this sudden fear of my father came from. I guess since I said he condones my behavior it was enough to scare her.

I admit I am worried about tonight, but only because I don't want my mother to find out about our situation. Nothing would change if she did know, but the less she knows the better. To tell the truth, I'm not sure exactly how my father will behave toward Bella. I do know that he will let me handle her should anything go wrong. I don't expect it will.

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It's almost time to leave, and Bella is in the bathroom curling her hair. I had her dress up tonight. I want us to look our best when I introduce us to my parents.

She comes out and takes my breath away. She is wearing a simple black wrap dress that ties at the waist and black heels. The cascading curls of her hair complement her beautiful face.

I try to compose myself and my instant hardness.

"You look really nice." I grab her hand and lead us to the door.

"Um, thanks." I don't know if she's is unsure of her beauty or if she is just nervous and scared about dinner. I suspect it's the latter.

I decide to drive us tonight in my black Audi. My men are following behind.

When we arrive, I almost want to shit my pants. Emmett's monstrous Hummer is parked in the driveway. That means the bitch, Rosalie, is here.

Fucking great!

Anything could happen now.

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Sorry it took me awhile to get this out. Real life gets in the way sometimes. Who knows what could happen with Rosalie. Thanks for reading. Please let me know what you think.