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Chapter 28

Cristina Perri -Arms

My shower lasted as long as it would take a person to start a pot off coffee, and wait for the last drop to pour.

I have never, ever, been a fan of multitasking while in the bathroom.

But to my surprise, my bad boy says 'hurry' and my body becomes a carpooling mom, feeding one child with a bottle while singing Disney songs with a bunch of seven year olds. Add the mascara and lip-gloss to make me look hot, and draw the attention of a certain head coach who is every woman's wet dream and I have officially become my mother.

Lucky for her, Dad was always our coach…she's such a hussy!

Not wasting any time I jumped right in, not even waiting for the water to heat. I tackled my hair first, washing and scrubbing away all the dirt and grime I didn't get off last night. Once rinsed, I added conditioner and hacked away at all the unwanted hair I could find. Next, I exfoliated with an in shower scrub and washed my body from head to toe.

By the time I was in my towel ten minutes had barely passed.

Rushing out to my drawers, I debated on the type of underwear to adorn during our talk...

Should I be sassy?

Or maybe…cute?

Or should I go in for the kill and be a vixen?

Decisions, decisions...

I knew we were headed to his house and that this would probably take all morning. What I didn't understand was why we couldn't do this here…

My home is just as good as any other, heck we could use my home office if that made him more comfortable.

Looking back through my choices, I decide on a mix of cute/flirty and pick my pink satin boy shorts with heart cutouts throughout. These were more sexy/flirty than cute, but the little peeks of skin that showed throughout made me feel confident and I had a feeling I would need a lot of that throughout the day.

Not necessarily in me, but in us.

The matching bra accompanied my choice for bottoms. These had the cut-outs specifically place around my areola, keeping everything perfectly placed.

Deciding to run with the comfy yet sassy look, I choose a pair of tight denim cutoffs and a Miami Heat woman's jersey for my top.

Gotta support the home team!

Well, that and I might have a slight crush on our own D-Wade!

Nodding at my appearance, I head back to the bathroom and add some mousse to my ends giving them a sexy tussled curly look. The temperature outside is extremely hot, so no make-up to fuss with. Just a touch of liner to my eyes, so I look more awake and my favorite MAC lip-gloss finishes me off with sexy, plump lips.

I add some silver hoops and a few bangles and I am done.

Grabbing my black converse, wallet and phone, I start down the stairs.

Edward's back is to me when I enter. I stand there and admire this man, from every angle available to my eyes.

He truly was everything I ever wanted in a man.

I could tell he was nervous though, as he kept running those long fingers through his hair, while muttering 'please let her understand'.

My heart couldn't stand to see him so upset, I had to reassure him that no matter what, I was here…and wasn't leaving anytime soon.

Walking across my marble floors, I wrapped my arms around his waist and kissed the middle of his back while whispering..."Edward, stop stressing...no matter what, I promise to listen and try to understand. Okay?"

I was worried about the nature and seriousness of his 'revelations' if he was under this much duress. But I needed to have enough faith for the both of us that this would all work out.

His body immediately relaxed under my touch. He slowly nodded once, to let me know he heard what I said and the tight squeeze he gave my hand was the confirmation to his trust in me.

Letting go, he returned to my cabinets and grabbed a mug for me, while asking, "How do you like your crack, my love?" I giggled at his choice of words.

Hearing him call me love did naughty things to my very being.

"Hmm..." I mused. "I like my 'crack' as you so eloquently put it...tall, about 6'2 maybe a bit taller, broad muscular shoulders, with a strong and lean yet muscular physique. Oh, and add a model's face with the greenest eyes I've ever seen, and I'm a very happy girl." His face broke out in a huge grin that finally reached his eyes. They practically glowed with happiness and all because of a few words from my lips.

"But my coffee," I continued playfully, "I like it black with one spoon of sugar." Suddenly I found myself picked up off the floor and being twirled around, as his boisterous laugh filled my kitchen.

His huge, warm and strong arms wrapped themselves securely around my waist. He tightened their hold on me, so I wouldn't fall and squeezed me against his chest. I had never seen this side of him before, completely at ease and…happy.

"You, my gorgeous, smart, dangerous princessa are my drug of choice too. I have so much to say, and so much to show you..." he trailed off. His face automatically taking on that worried expression he had carried not ten minutes ago.

What do I have to do, to get him to trust me?

I opened my mouth to tell him off, but was silenced once again by those luscious lips. Chastely he tasted every corner of my lips, effectively rendering me useless. Seeing his victory written all over my goofy face, he walked away and continued with his coffee preparations.

Finding my mass collection of to-go cups he smirked at me, filled our cups and pushed me out the door. I was in the elevator going down, before my bad boy induced fog finally dissipated.

I noticed his nervous posture and constant tousle of hair as he watched my every move. My hands sought out his in a comforting manner and squeezed in affirmation…that I was here, and wasn't planning on leaving.

Reaching the garage, I notice my baby is already parked in its usual spot. My keys are being held by Ben himself as he waited for me to inspect. I scan the car from bumper to bumper and nod with satisfaction, as I find it in perfect condition.

"Consider yourself lucky," I wink at Ben and snatch my keys.

"Believe me Bella; I would never hurt this beauty..." his eyes were glassing over as he salivated over each and every curve of this time piece. "Plus," he chuckled, "Ange would kill me if I did...that woman called every fifteen minutes asking, pleading, and threatening me with harsh and unusual punishments if I did anything to cause this classic 'any distress'," he quoted.

Funny thing was he wasn't bitter or annoyed; he actually looked endeared by her love of a good ol' classic. Actually, dare I say by the far off look in his eyes…that this fucker's turned on!

Go Ange, go!

A throat suddenly cleared behind me, reminding me of Edward's presence. "Princessa, we need to leave," he stated while staring down Ben with an angry scowl.

Ben noticed the tension and possessive tone in Edward's persona and extended a friendly hand out...introducing himself as Ben Cheney, a reporter for the Miami Herald.

Edward looked clearly appalled by my choice of friends. I could almost see him taking poor Ben by the throat and slamming him against the ground. I couldn't let this escalate. I put my hand on his chest and softly ran my fingers in a circular motion, effectively calming my beast.

"Edward," I whispered.

His gorgeous greens met mine at once. I could see the questions running rampant through his eyes.

Who is he and how do you know him?

Is he trustworthy?

And most importantly, what is he to you?

My bad boy is so dense, I swear.

Did he not hear Ben mention Ange?

"Baby...Ben is Angela's boyfriend," I explained as his eyes widened, his defensive posture calming at once. "They have been in a relationship since before I arrived. He has proven quite a few times that he is trustworthy and he helps keep an eye out for us." He still looked a bit apprehensive, but with less malice in his eyes as he stared the man down.

"Ben works for me…so to speak." He did a double take on me and opened his mouth to speak; yet no words came out. "He keeps watch on those snooping around where they shouldn't and keeps us up to date on who's working what story/case," I elaborated as understanding finally dawned on his features.

Slowly he releases his death grip from around my wais, and extends a hand out to Ben.

Ben grabs his offering eagerly and smiles as my man introduces himself as 'Edward.' No middle or last name...

While truthfully I found this quite odd…I refrained from questioning him now, as we had other pressing matters to attend to.

I'm brought back to the present by Ben's phone ringing.

The lyrics to 'I Knew I Loved You' by Savage Garden, fill the space and even I found myself swooning. The blush on Ben's face was priceless, but as he answered with a 'Hi baby, I'm almost done...I'm about to leave now, just saying good morning. Yes, babe, I let her inspect from top to bottom...yes, she was happy...no, I don't want to wake up missing a limb...okay, okay sheesh!" His calm demeanor turned frustrated as the conversation progressed.

He turned towards me and shoved his phone in my hand. I didn't like the action and raised my 'bitch brow' at him, accompanied by my bad boy's growl of warning. He gulped and quickly apologized.

Still waiting for an explanation I pointed to the phone. All he had to say was, "Ange," and I understood. The woman could grate on anyone's nerves.

"What's the deal woman?" I snapped at her impatience. "He's on his way, can't he stop and chit-chat?" I questioned while keeping my eyes on the two men in front of me.

For the moment they seemed to be civil and I might even claim a bit...friendly. But Edward's not known for those traits and I can't, and won't, let him hurt Ben.

He means too much to my sister...

Angela's un-girlish laughter brings me back to our conversation. "Are you even listening to me B? Woman, I asked if Edward ran out or stood by and let you do your job?" Her question catches me off guard.

How would she know that Edward was there?

Or if he saw me, while I worked?

Oh my God, theses bitches set me up!

I know in a way I should be mad at them...but I'm not.

Their meddlesome ways brought me my bad boy, who better be here to stay.

"How did you know that Edward was there Angela?" My question is met with pure silence. "I never spoke or even saw you after I dealt with Tanya, so again, how would you know?"

"Bell…" I never let her finish.

"You two bitches set me up...that's how you know." I could hear her lowly chastising herself, repeating over and over how, 'Jessica is going to kill her.' Serves her right, going behind my back like that.

One thing Angela is not known for is keeping secrets.

Actually, if you want word to spread like wildfire, she's your girl.

It's sad, but so true...

"Look Angela," she knows that when full names come out, you're in deep shit. "We will talk about this tomorrow, as I have important things to do today."

She let out a deep sigh and answered with only a "Yes Bella."

"I'll call you later on and let you know the time. Oh, and let your partner in crime know; her ass is grass when I get my hands on her." I ended the call before she could catch me on my bullshit.

I wasn't in the least bit upset, but it's so much fun to make them sweat a bit. Don't you think?

Walking back towards the men, I notice they're in a heated discussion and my bad boy looks ready to kill. Stepping in between the two, I slam Ben's phone into his chest and dare him with my eyes to say a word.

He knows better than to start shit with me.

He bows his head and mutters a weak 'I'm sorry' before high tailing it out of the garage.

Turning towards Edward, I expect to see him angry or even upset that I stepped in, but instead what I find is him hunched over, trying to control his laughter.

Silly man.

Finally gaining control of himself he pulls me in for one last kiss and walks me towards his car. I tried to protest that I wanted to take mine but he shut me up real quick with, "Why? Do you need a get away car?"

Yep, he won that one.

Climbing in, we buckled up and sped off towards…God knows what, Edward has in store for me.

Okay so I know this is a total filler, but in good conscience I just cant have them go from semi lemons to the talk…so much happens in between and I want to deliver that along with the juicy parts.

So leave me your thoughts and don't worry we are officially one chapter from shit hitting the fan…this will span out about 3 chapters…so don't get mad if you receive a few cliffy…trust me they are needed!

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