Me again. PLEASE read this, it will answer some of your questions. I know it's annoying and long but oh well.

Addressing reviewers concerns and questions;

I was kidding about making a pregnant Bella or having her go anywhere near Jacob. One reviewer did dare me to make Bella have a baby, but I don't have a death wish. I'm sure the rest of you would kill me.

Torturatore is a real word. Well that's what Google Translate tells me anyway.

Some asked about Tanya, and truth is I'm not sure, I don't really think that far ahead, I may use her. But I literally write everything spontaneously, sometimes I think one chapter ahead vaguely but that's it. I have no plan. Sometimes I accidently write something in one chapter that I have to keep remembering to mention in the next chapters, even though I didn't mean to put it there. But Tanya may just meet Edward.

As for Edward being an assassin, took you all by storm by the looks of it. I do actually have an idea for that, that will come up in the next chapter.

Also about the swearing that some of you dislike. Swearing is something I personally do a lot, so its probably some of me coming through there but also I need to show the difference between Bella before Edward left her and the Bella after, the more fierce one. I have gone through and deleted some unnecessary swearing from this chapter, but I think a lot is still needed for the effect of the moment. Not to mention this is an M rated story so yeah.

Also what's this boycott that you lot are talking about?

I think I covered it, sorry if I missed any out. If you have anymore questions, holla at me guys. Here's your chapter…

Chapter 30- Dominate You

BPOV

As Edward walked away it started to rain, heavily. By the time I got home (soaked), Charlie had made lunch. When I said made, I meant microwaved. He asked me a few questions about last night. I shrugged, feigning it to be alright and uneventful. It was more than uneventful it was…unexpected.

"Oh Bella, I got a call from Jess ten minutes before you got home. She asked if it was alright to come by later?"

I almost choked the glass of water.

"Why? She just saw me?" I tried to act confused. If acting confused included scrunching your nose and frowning at the same time.

Charlie shrugged.

"You'll have to ask her."

Jesus. If Jess had called while I was supposed to be with her this morning, Charlie would have freaked the fuck out. I waited for my pounding heart to subside and decided to push my luck a little further.

"Dad?"

"Yeah?"

"I want to talk to you about something really important, try and be open minded," I said, clearing my throat. Charlie dropped his fork noisily and stared at me.

"You're not pregnant are you?"

"No! No, that's not what I was going to say."

As if this wasn't uncomfortable enough, Charlie thought I was having sex.

"Then what Bells?"

"I'd like you to meet a good friend of mine. Well he's more than a friend, he's sort of my boyfriend," I said. I held my breath, gauging Charlie's reaction. It wasn't good.

"Your what?"

"Boyfriend."

"Yeah I heard Bella."

"Well sorry," I muttered.

"Who is he?"

"He's called Edward Cullen."

"Edward Cullen…Cullen," Charlie murmured to himself, rubbing the back of his head.

"I don't know a Cullen, Bella. Where's he from?"

Oh fuck why didn't I think this though? In a town like Forks everyone knew the chief of police.

"Uh he, just outside Forks."

"What school?"

"He's left school. He's applying to college." This was be the safest thing to say.

"How old?"

"Nearly eighteen."

"How long have you been with him?"

I stopped right there. I had to be careful about this. Charlie was giving me a professional cop grilling, I could practically feel the beads of perspiration down my back.

"I was seeing him before I was…taken. For about four months. And recently we've started it again, since I came back from my vacation with Alice."

"You were seeing him when you were fifteen? Bella you're underage!" Charlie's fist began to clench and his face turned red. Family trait.

"Dad! Cut it out! I'm not having sex with him. I haven't had sex with anyone. So can you please calm down."

At least I was telling the truth about that part.

Charlie recoiled and breathed heavily as he calmed down. There was an uncomfortable silence. Finally he spoke up.

"Fine. I'll meet him. But make sure you're careful. And make sure it doesn't interrupt your school life," he said gruffly, picking up his plate and my half eaten one and started washing up. I would have protested about having not even finished eating yet, but this conversation could have gone worse and I just wanted to get out of Charlie's way.

I walked up to my room and called Jess back, telling her I was too tired to meet up and had a load of work to do. She sounded disappointed but I promised her on Monday she'd get all the details.

Ha yeah right, Jess my boyfriend is a vampire and craves my blood. Enough detail for you?

I got into my work, my hang over almost completely gone. After finishing my English and History essays by five, I decided to take a break. I heard voices from downstairs. Charlie was on the phone.

"Renee what do I do?"

Oh my God, he was talking to mum? I ran to the phone in my room and picked up the extension, switching it on and muffling the speaker so they couldn't hear me breathing.

"Charlie. Give her a break, she's sixteen. This was bound to happen sooner or later, she's a smart kid, she knows what she's doing."

I felt a pang in my chest as I heard her voice. It's been a while since I'd seen Renee.

"But, what if he hurts her? Or tries to make the moves on her? I was a boy Renee, I know what they're like only too well."

I snickered and then immediately felt guilty. Poor Charlie was panicking.

"It's what every girl has to go through until she finds the right one. I'll talk to her about this, don't worry."

I quickly hung up, feeling bad. I'd put a lot of pressure on Charlie recently. I was going to keep out of trouble for a while. I'm sure after he met Edward, he'd feel differently.

I got back to my homework; almost halfway through the amount of Chemistry I had to catch up on. I was proud of myself. After about eleven that night, my eyes were sore and my neck was stiff. I decided this was enough for today.

Charlie knocked on my door and poked his head around.

"I'm heading to Billy's. You alright staying here ? It's raining quite heavily Bells."

I nodded, relieved he seemed to have calmed down from our talk earlier.

"Tell Jake I said hey."

"Will do."

Charlie always did things like this with Billy. They'd spend all night watching shit on TV and then wake up the next morning and make breakfast. When I was younger I'd always go too and spend time with Jacob.

After he left I went downstairs and called the twenty-four Chinese take out place. The rain was heavier now, rolls of thunder echoing round me. I was always scared of thunder ever since I was a kid. I couldn't help it. Tonight was definitely a night not to be home alone.

A bolt of lightening lit up the sky and I shuddered. Walking round the house, I closed all the curtains and made sure the windows were shut. The phone rang. It was the Chinese take out. Apparently they couldn't deliver because of the pending storm. Pending storm?

I was terrified now. I knew I was being irrational. Vampires didn't scare me, but somehow a bit of bad weather did. Why did Charlie have to go out tonight?

A shadow flew across the living room and I almost screamed, my heart stopped beating and I froze. I turned my head slowly and breathed a sigh of relief. I had left a crack of a curtain open and it was just the shadow of a vigorously shaking tree outside.

"Calm Bella, calm," I muttered to myself, tying my hair up. I was brave enough to survive one night right? Wrong. I walked upstairs and into Charlie's room, grabbing his baseball bat just in case.

I walked back out into the upstairs hall and stopped as a flash of lightening hit and cold wind whipped my face. Blood was pounding around my head, and my mouth turned dry, a lump forming in my throat. The hall window was wide open.

I knew I closed it. I fucking knew I did. Without thinking, adrenaline pumping through me, I ran as fast as I could down the stairs and grabbed the door handle. It was locked. I quickly turned the key but it got jammed. No, no, no. I realised through my panicked haze I was turning it in the wrong direction. Flicking the key to the other side and tugging hard at the handle, the door flew open and I ran out into the pouring rain, with no shoes. But I didn't care, my legs kept moving at a speed I didn't even know was possible, my left hand clutching the bat.

I made it into the woods that was next to my house, about fifty yards away. I didn't think about where I was going, I just knew someone was in my house. I carried on running, pushing my feet as hard as I could against the mud on the ground. I slipped a few times but breathing heavily, managed to get back on my feet again.

Suddenly, I heard a crunch of leaves behind me, too close to me. Then an arm wrapped itself around my waist. They'd caught me.

"No!" I screamed. I couldn't see who it was, I just swung the bat around me and felt my arm jerk as the wood came in contact with something hard.

"Fuck Bella, what was that for?"

I dropped the bat in shock. I turned my head and sure enough. Edward.

I felt a mixture of relief and anger all at once.

"Let me go," I screamed. Suddenly I was on the ground. I turned to him and pushed him square on his chest with all my might. He didn't even move, but that didn't stop me. I pushed into him again and again, tears falling down my face freely.

"You-" push, "Fucking-" push, "Jackass-" push.

I collapsed in his arms then, sobbing into his shirt, clinging to him like my life depended on it. He rubbed my back silently as he picked me up and within seconds we were back in the house. He sat my down on the sofa, prising my fingers from his sweater gently. He took the now broken bat out of my hand, disappeared upstairs and was back down kneeling in front of me in a millisecond. I looked down at him, still shaking from fear and from the cold. His eyes were golden, looking up at me with fear, beads of rain were trapped on his eyelashes and his hair was sodden, leaving a golden mess.

He held out his hand to me, looking at me cautiously.

"Bella," he said softly, "Will you come with me please?"

Numbly I reached out and took his hand. As soon as our skin came into contact, a wave of calm spread over me. He stood up from the floor, pulling me up with him, and walking us at human speed up the stairs and into the bathroom. Once we were inside, he switched on the light and turned to me.

"Bella take a shower. You're drenched. Get out of those clothes before you get yourself sick. Okay?"

I nodded, almost unaware of what he was saying. He let go of my hand and turned to walk out the door. And leave me. Here. Alone. No.

I let out a sob and grabbed his arm. Edward turned around, looking shocked.

"Don't- don't leave me alone." I felt pathetic, almost childlike.

Edward walked back in carefully, shut the door and locked it. He slowly walked towards me and reached out. He pulled my top off.

"You're safe." He whispered, leaning down to kiss my exposure shoulder. His hands went down and undid my jeans.

"I'm here."

Then he turned around towards the sink and looked down respectfully.

I pulled down my jeans, removed my undergarments and got into the shower, letting the hot water pour over me. I took a deep breath. I was safe.

"Edward?" I called quietly, knowing he could hear my voice over the harsh rush of boiling water.

"Yes?"

"I'm sorry I hit you with my bat."

I could almost hear the smile in Edward's voice as he replied.

"If I wasn't dead, that could have killed me."

I sighed with relief at Edward's ease. Charlie was going to murder me for breaking his bat on Edward's skull though.

When I was done I turned off the shower, the steam clearing as I opened the shower curtain and reached for my towel. Wrapping it around me, I saw Edward still by the sink, his eyes downcast.

Once he realised I was covered, he held my waist and walked me into my room. I noticed the hall window was now closed. That's what he must have been doing when he came up earlier, locking everything down for me. Once we were in my room, he closed the door and rested his forehead against it, along with is clenched fists.

"Get dressed before I ravish you," he whispered urgently. He wasn't trying to turn me on, he was trying to warn me. I quickly got dressed into an oversized jumper and sweatpants. I then tipped my head down and wrapped a towel around my wet hair, turban style.

When I was done, he turned around and motioned for me to sit on the bed whilst he paced in front of me, his hands tugging at his wet hair.

"Do you want a change of clothing or a towel or something?" I asked timidly.

"What the fuck happened Bella?" He asked, exasperated, completely ignoring me.

"I thought someone was in my house," I muttered, staring at my bed covers.

"That was me."

"I have a door you know," I shot back.

He continued pacing, his broad shoulders were tensed.

"Once the storm hit, I decided to come see you. Then Alice had a vision of you running in the forest and someone grabbing you. I didn't try the door because I thought someone else was in your house. Turns out what Alice saw was just me."

Oh. There was a moment of silence as I absorbed everything he was saying. This was just a misunderstanding. I'd have to slap Alice for this later.

"I didn't hurt you did I? I mean the bat-"

Edward shook his head and smiled weakly.

"Bella. You think a chunk of woods going to hurt me?"

"I'm still sorry," I muttered, crossing my arms.

He knelt in front of me again, but this time a crooked smile was playing on his lips.

"At least we know you can defend yourself."

I rolled my eyes.

"The funny thing is, I'd probably end up having to do that to someone at some point because I'm the biggest trouble magnet to have walked the streets of Forks."

"The world," Edward corrected, taking my hands.

"Fuck you," I spat, glaring at him. Edward let out a loud throaty laugh.

"My feisty Bella's back."

Just then another thrum of thunder crashed around us and I jumped, my heart thudding in my ears. Edward looked at questioningly.

"I'm terrified of storms," I admitted, meeting his gaze.

"Really? I didn't notice?"

He was teasing me sarcastically and my automatic response was to glare at him.

"Honestly Bella, you've got your priorities all wrong. You're petrified of the weather but you're fine to let a vampire get you off?"

"Shut up!" I groaned. I had thought basically the same thing earlier, there was definitely something wrong with me. I tried to pull away but he wasn't having it. He tugged me towards him, so I was leaning off the edge of my bed, nose to nose with him.

"Nothing will touch you when I'm here. I promise," he whispered, brushing my lips softly with his. Bolts of electricity shot through me. He did the same thing again and again, until I was moaning into his mouth.

"You taste so good, all the damn time," I whispered against his lips. My mouth moved to his skin and tasted the beats of rain that were still trickling down his face from his sodden hair.

I moved back and took my towel off my head, with the dry side I began to slowly massage Edward's hair. I moved further backwards on the bed.

"Come here," I said, beckoning him onto the bed. He lay down on it, his head in my lap as I continued drying his hair.

"That feels so good," he sighed contentedly. I didn't know why, but I felt so good I was doing something for Edward, like a novelty.

"Did you feed well?" I asked.

"A mountain lion. Not enough, but with the prospect of a storm, all the animals make themselves scarce."

"Oh no, your life must be so hard," I teased, looking down on this angel in my lap. He opened his eyes, looking up at me and smiled a crooked smile.

"You have no idea."

"Edward, stay tonight, please?"

"Isn't your dad meant to be coming back soon? Its almost midnight Bella."

I shook my head.

"He's staying with Jacob's dad tonight."

"So we have the house all to ourselves?"

I nodded, leaning down and kissing him deeply. He leaned upwards, his hand tangling in my wet hair. I moved my hands down his body, my hands trailing over his jeans and rubbing the bulge in his pants roughly. He bucked himself into my hand, and hissed into my mouth.

"Fuck Bella."

I felt a wetness between my thighs just from the sounds he was making. His lips were attacking mine now at vampire speed, there was no way I could keep up, his hands pulling my hair roughly. I moved my hand slowly up and clumsily undid the top button on his jeans. His cold hand stopped me, trying to distract me by placing the other hand that was in my hair under my shirt and trailing his fingers over my bare nipples, causing them to harden and me to bite down on his lip.

I continued trying to pull down his zipper and again Edward took my hand and this time didn't let go.

I retreated, frowning. He looked back at me innocently.

"What?"

He wanted to play this don't touch me game? I'd be more than happy to reciprocate.

"Nothing," I said sweetly, smiling back, "I'm just hungry. Can we go down?"

He looked surprised but nodded. We made our way down into the kitchen, Edward in front of me the whole time down, just in case someone was downstairs. Oh fuck how was I still paranoid?

Once we were in the kitchen, I went to the freezer and pulled out some southern fried chicken and heated it in the oven.

"That smells disgusting," Edward said wrinkling his nose.

"I thought you were into meat?"

"Yeah, the bloody kind."

I laughed, pulling myself up onto the kitchen counter, swinging my legs whilst the chicken cooked.

Edward immediately shifted so he was closer than it. It was so weird. When I moved, he moved in sync.

"Can I see you hunt one day?" I asked.

"Absolutely not," he said without blinking.

"Why?"

Truthfully, I was disappointed.

"Bella. Do you even need to ask. That's when I'm least in control, for you to be there when that happens…"

He didn't need to finish.

"Oh."

"Also I'm scared it'll make you afraid of me, if you watch."

I once thought that I'd never be scared of Edward. But sometimes I did. When he lost control, grabbed me, or at the club when he cornered me. But it turned me on just as much. I decided to put my plan in action.

"How hot would it be, if I was your prey," I said in, what I hoped, a seductive tone,

I could tell Edward liked that. His eyes darkened and he licked his lips slowly.

"Maybe we could do that one day, you could hunt me and then fuck me senseless," I continued, running my hands through my hair. I had no idea what I was doing, but Jess always seemed to do this when she was trying to get lucky. Edward responded like a dream. Within a second he was in front of me, gutturally snarling, ready to grab me. I held my hands up and he stopped short straight in front of me.

"I don't really feel like it right now," I said, trying to appear casual, but really my cheeks were flaming and my heart was pounding just at the mere sight of Edward turned on. His eyes widened for a second.

"You what?"

He knew I was playing a game now. I'm pretty sure he could smell my arousal.

The buzzer on the over went off and I slid away from Edward and jumped down off the counter and pulled the chicken out of the oven and onto a plate.

Completely ignoring him, I sat down at the table and started to eat, moaning loudly at the taste. I looked up at Edward's mouth gaping wide. Got him.

Then he closed his mouth, smirked, and pulled his sweater up over his head, letting it fall to the floor. No I didn't.

He walked towards me, a gleam of mischief in his eye. My eyes raked down from his broad shoulders, down his toned abs, to his narrow hips. I almost drooled. Oh he was good.

He picked me up, I wrapped my legs around his waist as I tried to balance myself. I wasn't expecting that.

"Let me go," I said, trying to talk calmly but my voice was shaking.

Edward raised his eyebrows and began to kiss down my jaw to my neck.

"Stop," I breathed, struggling against his iron grip, "You can't touch me like this if I can't touch you!'

Edward's eyes darkened. Uh oh.

"Isabella, I can do what I want with you."

He pushed me up against the door of the kitchen, my legs still around his waist as his hands were holding me from my arse.

"No, please, Edward stop."

"You really want me to stop?"

His voice went soft for a moment. No I knew I didn't but for once I needed to win, I needed to feel like by touching my body, he could use it as cohesion to get me to do whatever he wanted.

"Yes."

He leant his beautiful head back and let out a low rumble of laughter.

"That's too damn bad then isn't it?"

My eyes widened with fear and lust.

Slowly and very deliberately, Edward bucked his hips into mine. It wasn't like our usual fast grinding, Edward was pushing his erection into my core through my clothes as if we were having sex.

"Let me tell you-"

Another push, and I screamed, grabbing his hair.

"Why you can't touch me-"

Again his length at my core through our material, creating friction.

"Because-" He growled, his teeth clenched and his eyes looking directly into mine.

"I want to dominate you-"

I screamed again with pleasure as I felt his rock hardness pushing against me again. His words were soaking me straight through and I knew I was drenched.

"I need to dominate you-"

I was so close. So fucking close. If he kept talking like that, I'd be dead with pleasure.

Suddenly he picked up the pace and thrust against me again and again and against. It was hard and it was fast and raw. And I went over the edge as he growled with every thrust,

"Mine-"

"Mine-"

"Mine-"

I felt bursts of pleasure, they wouldn't stop. I kept coming and he kept thrusting, chanting my name. After I had come about four times, my head started to spin, my breathing slowed and then I blacked out.

When I awoke I felt more relaxed than I ever had been. I was in my room, the duvet wrapped around me, in total darkness.

I stretched contentedly.

"Mmmmhhhh," I hummed, smiling. I felt so good. Edward made me feel so good.

"Edward?"

No reply. I sat up in my bed and allowed my eyes to adjust to the darkness. I saw his figure standing by the window looking outside.

"Edward?" I repeated.

He slowly turned around, his head down.

"Come here?"

Something was wrong. Slowly he walked towards me a flash of lightening revealing he was still topless, and knelt beside my bed.

I reached out to take his hand, but he pulled back sharply.

"What's wrong?"

"I'm so sorry Bella," he whispered, his amber orbs still down cast.

"For?"

"For hurting you like that. For making you pass out."

What was he talking about? I moved my legs experimentally. They were deliciously sore at the groin. It wasn't unpleasant, just a dull throbbing, a reminder of how amazing Edward could make me feel.

"Edward I enjoyed that," I said softly, cupping his face in my hands and forcing him to look up at me. His eyes met mine, he looked so guilty and torn.

"You told me to stop and I just I didn't. I was hurting you. You didn't want me to touch you," his velvet voice was desperate.

"I only told you to stop because you were winning," I huffed.

"Winning?"

"Yeah. You didn't let me touch you but you could touch me. I wanted to prove a point, that's why I wound you up."

"I could tell-"

"So what's the problem?"

"I made you pass out," he said slowly, as if I was a stupid five year old who was incapable at comprehending what he was trying to tell me.

"Because you made me come a million times. Anyone would pass out from pleasure," I said rolling my eyes.

"You weren't hurt?"

"No," I said firmly, "And besides, I'm happy you got your release, you never let yourself-"

"I didn't," he interrupted looking away.

"What? Why?"

"I didn't let myself?"

"Why?"

"Because I want the first time I do, to be inside you," he said quietly.

My heart missed a beat. He was saving himself? For me?

"So is that what this is all about? Is that why you don't let me touch you?"

He shrugged.

"Well, mainly I'm scared I'll lose control. But yes, that is another reason."

I felt my face flush.

"But you- you do it yourself?"

He nodded.

"Yes. But I won't use your body to get myself off. Not until we make love for the first time."

I looked at him shocked.

"You're the most…are you sure you have a penis?"

Edward stared at me for a moment and pressed his lips together. He started shaking and then let out a roar of laughter. I just stared at him, I didn't understand what he found so funny.

"Bella, let's be clear about one thing. I'm not a horny teenager. Yes I haven't had sex before, but it's by choice. I was waiting for you," he said bowing his head and skimming his nose down my cheek.

"Come lie with me?"

I moved up and Edward got in the bed, wrapping his arm around my waist. I slipped one of my legs in between his. His other hand landed on my boob. I snorted.

"Not a horny teenager my arse," I laughed. He shrugged.

"Didn't say I wasn't a man."

I sighed contentedly and snuggled up to him as thunder continued to roll overhead and the rain hit against the glass window.

"Every time I touch you, I feel so…I don't even know, perfect," he whispered.

"Mmmmh same."

"Bella. Are you sure you're okay about earlier? I should have stayed away today."

I was quiet for a moment when I remembered what had transpired earlier. My stomach felt tight.

"I haven't thought about it, I don't want to. You do what you've got to do. I can't cry and scream and get my way. I don't own you. And, I know it doesn't change the way I feel about you."

"Doesn't it scare you? Or disgust you? Be honest."

I took a deep breath.

"Disgust me? It did at first. But not at you, just the Volturi."

Edward looked relieved somewhat. I continued.

"Scare me? Edward when I first met you. You didn't scare me. I was scared by some of the things you could do, but not of you. Since I came back to you, yes I'm afraid of you. You can't expect me not to be when you push me up against the wall of a club and have your way with me, when you threaten to chain me to a chair, when you punch the wall and the whole thing crumbles."

Edward was silent for a moment, his hand leaving my chest and waist.

"I don't want you to be frightened of the man who worships you," he said quietly.

"I hadn't finished. When you scare me, it's also the hottest thing. I feel terrified and at the same time I want it so bad. I know you won't hurt me, even when you lose control, do I ever end up hurt? I want your anger and your passion and your lack of control. I must be sick," I finished.

"You…like it?"

I nodded.

"Mostly. I mean yes with the exception of chaining me up and all that… I love it. Your soft side…your dominating side."

I blushed as flashes of what he had said came rushing back.

I want to dominate you.

I need to dominate you.

"One question though?"

"Go on," he said.

"You're not one of those weird dominatrix people are you? That get off from whipping their submissive or whatever," I mumbled the last part, the heat rushing to my cheeks again.

Edward chuckled.

"No Bella. I'm not. But I could do that if you wish," he said. I looked up and he winked at me.

"I think I can live without that for now, maybe when I'm less…breakable," I said suggestively. Edward threw his head back and exhaled sharply as if in pain, and then moaned.

"Change the subject Bella. Change it now," he said harshly, tensing himself around me.

"I told Charlie about you."

Prime cock blocker, mentioning the dad.

"What did he say?"

"He wants to meet you, but he didn't seem thrilled."

Edward shrugged, relaxing now.

"Oh well. Once he see's how much I adore you, he'll have to change his mind," he said, grinning.

"Aren't you nervous?"

"Bella. I'm meeting the man that created this angel in my arms. Of course I'm nervous. It's important to me I get this right."

He kissed my lips softly and pulled away.

"Tell me the truth Bella. Are you hurt?"

I sighed. My safety, that might just be an even bigger cock blocker than my dad.

"My legs are stiff, but it doesn't hurt, I swear."

He moved his hands down and moved his hands with pressure around my hips. It hurt at first but then it felt so good.

"I'm good at this," he breathed, increasing the pressure of his hand slightly.

"I can tell," I replied breathlessly, my eyes closing in bliss.

"Go to sleep sweetheart?"

"Will you be here when I wake up?"

"No, I need to meet Carlisle early morning. I might be gone be the time you awake."

I wrapped my arms around his bare cold waist.

"Don't go," I mumbled.

"I have to my angel. I called Alice, the storm will be gone before I leave. There's nothing to be scared of. But there's another thing."

I opened my eyes and looked up at him. He stroked my hair and smiled.

"My family has invited you to dinner on Friday night."

I looked at him, my expression incredulous. He took one look at me and laughed.

"Esme's going to cook for you. We'll sit there…"

"And watch," I finished.

"If you don't want to-"

"No. That sounds really good. I want to get to know your family better."

His finger trailed over my lips and he smirked.

"Bella, this is going to be so much fun."

We'd all love to be invited to a Cullen dinner. In the next chapter a proper plot will actually be formed. It might be painful, but that's the way it's got to be. Let me know your thoughts. Thanks for your support everyone! Your reviews keep me motivated! Till next time.