Hello My FanFiction Beauties,
Here is the very long, highly anticipated Chapter 5
Shout out to cbmorefie for getting the song and artist right
Please enjoy and don't forget to leave a review to let me know what you think
xxxx

So let it be, what it'll be
Don't make a fuss and go crazy over you and me
Here's what'll I'll do
I'll play loose
Not like we have a date with destiny
Its just, a little crush (crush)
Not like I faint, every time we touch
It's just, some little thing (crush)
Not like every thing I do depends on you

The bus starts moving and I walk up it and sit in the seat the thief just vacated. The woman in front is still look out the window with her earphones in completely unaware of what just took place. In her mind she is thinking about the movie she just watched with her friends, and how she knew she could've played the leading role of the actress 10 times better.

I lean forward and carefully place the wallet back in her open bag, completely unnoticed by her. I lean back and mentally block out the thoughts of those around me, concentrating on my imaginary shield. Finally the constant hums of voices ebbs slowly away and try to relax for the rest of the journey.

I press the bell when the familiar surroundings of the auto shop appear. I get off the bus and walk in the direction I remember it being in, watching my steps as I go. It's finally stopped snowing, but the temperature has dropped making the wind sting my face a little, after being on the warm bus for so long.

I turn the corner and see the circular sign for 'Dolphins Auto Shop' up ahead with the incorrect logo of a cartoon seal in the middle. I shake my head but reside myself in the fact that I will have my baby back within the next 30 minutes. I check my watch and see that it's coming up to 5:30 pm.

I reach the shop and walk in through the door as the bell overhead rings. The inside is warm and brightly decorate in a vibrate blue. I walk up to the front desk where a middle aged man is sat reading a car magazine, he looks up at and puts the magazine down.

"Hi there, can I help you?" he asks with a warm smile.

"Yes I'm here to pick up my car, Bella Swan" I say returning his smile.

"OK, if you'd like to take a seat while I ring through and check" I took a seat on one of the blue plastic chairs lined up against the wall. I take my hat and gloves off and stuff them in my bag while the man rings through to the back.

"Miss Swan?" he calls

"Yes"

"Your cars ready if you'd like to make your way through to the back, Jason will be there to meet you" he says pointing to the double doors that lead to the garage.

I get up and walk through to the double doors sending a quick "Thank you" to the man and carry on through. The garage is deceptively big compared to the small waiting area. I see my silver Volvo and Jason standing beside it. I quickly make my way over to them.

"Hi Jason" I say smiling widely.

"Hi, Miss Swan"

"Please call me, Bella" I tell him

"Well Bella, you be happy to know that I fixed her up good and proper. The clutch has been fitted so you won't have any trouble changing gears"

"That's great Jason, I tell you this past week has felt as though I've been without a limb" I reach into my purse and take out some money. "Here Jason, keep the change" he hands me the car keys and I'm all giddy, oh the little things aye.

I press the button on the car keys and the doors unlock with a familiar 'clunk'. "Whoa 20 buck tip nice, she got a fine ass too. Should have got her number, wait a minute I have" I hear Jason say mentally, great now what am I going to do. I swear my pheromones must be on full blast or something. I jump into the driver's seat and turn the engine on as my baby roars to life. Pressing the clutch down easily and putting the car into first gear I release the handbrake and slowly drive up to the garage door which begins to roll up open. Once open enough I bib my horn and drive out happy to have my car back.

I decide to stop off at the grocery store to get a few things; I drive back into town and turn off into the Walmart car lot. I park the car relishing in the ease of my clutch, he really did a good job and I think he washed and vacuumed it too. What a star. I get out, lock the door and grab a cart and make my way through to the entrance of the store.

I glance to my right and see the newspaper peppered with different variations of 'Organised Crime Wars at large again?' I furrow my brows and wondered whether Nana wasn't exaggerating earlier about how dangerous America is.

I head back home after a few items turn into a trunk full of crap; I curse whoever decided to invent credit cards.

I get back to the apartment with both arms full of shopping. Why make two trips when I can get everything in one and with the lift back up and running it seem illogical not to.

After putting the groceries away I start making dinner, I've decided some chicken enchiladas and salad would be nice, so I set to start chopping and frying the chicken. I stare into the sizzling pan of chicken and wonder whether Edward likes chicken enchiladas, for all I know he could be a vegetarian. Good for him if he is, it's a much healthier way to live and is able to reverse diabetes and lower cholesterol. I try to recall the last thing he said to me this morning but can't. It sounded so sincere and beautiful, it's hard to imagine it would translate to 'you ugly bitch, get the fuck away from me' or something of that nature.

I chop up some vegetable and add them to the pan with some seasoning and within 30 minutes I'm sat at the dining table with two very tasty looking enchiladas and salad. I tap the screen of my IPAD I got from my room earlier and click on the Kindle App to find the last page I was reading of Gray's Anatomy by Henry Gray and tuck into my food.

A few hours later I decide to take that much need soak in the tub. As I submerge myself in the hot soapy water I feel the muscles of my body relax and loosen. I pick up my IPAD off the close toilet seat and continue re-reading the chapter on appendectomy, the removal of the appendix. I've performed this surgery many times laparoscopically and open, but only a handful completely alone without the supervision of a superior. It's the most routine operation in the world but requires skill and steady hands like the majority of surgeries.

I get to the part where you use a simple suture to bury the stump, when my phone buzzes loudly in the quiet bathroom. I jump a little at the quiet intrusion almost dropping my IPAD in the foamy water. I stretch over to the closed toilet seat and pick it up to see I have a text message from Mr Emerald Eyes. My heart starts to flutter immediately as I unlock my phone and read the message

Hi Bella,

It's Edward how r u?

Xxx

Oh great he's one of those people who text letters instead of actual words and being a complete grammar nerd at heart I notice it straight away. Oh well they can't all be perfect, I send him a reply.

Hi Edward,

I'm very well thank you, how are you? I hope you got someone to take a look at your injuries after you left here. I really wouldn't want all my hard work to go to waste if you let them get infected.

Xxx

I wait a while for him to reply but he doesn't so I put my phone back on the toilet seat and continue reading. I glance over at my phone now and again but no buzz. Maybe my text was a little too bossy or he might think that I'm mothering him.

Why do men take so long to reply back? Seriously what happened in the 20 secs it took me to reply back him? He couldn't have lost his phone in that space of time. I click out of my book and go onto Safari and Google 'Why does it take so long for men to reply back to a text' I didn't even need to complete typing before it came up in the suggestions, this must be a popular subject.

I scroll down the website and click on one that seems to be closer to an actual answer. I read through the website to find some very informative information backed up by actual scientific data, I'm intrigued.

'The Scarcity Theory Of Value' I read 'The law of scarcity is used when stores want to promote a gadget to the world, they will state that the product is in short supply creating a buzz and higher demand for it. So they dole out the product in scarce supply so that more people will wait in line or search 25 stores looking for it. This is because people put a higher value on something they have to work for and this can be applied to a relationship. Men will dole out there affection scarcely in order to create a buzz for it and make you want him even more. What to do when this happens? Permit this. Don't always be available, don't respond to texts immediately.' Oops 'Remain independent yet flexible and he will start to see you as valuable, that your time is valuable and that you are not desperate'

Just then my phone buzzes with a text; I reach over and grab it looking to see that it's from Edward.

Yea, I had them checked out by a doctor he was very impressed with your suturing and dressing. I told him I did it myself lol I don't think he bought it

Xxx

I put the phone back on the toilet seat without replying and continue reading the article on my IPAD, and uncover some fascinating facts about relationships that I never knew before, everything from:

'Uncertainty creating attraction - by you thinking about the thing your uncertain about constantly i.e. a man, its actually creating more of a desire for him heightening your attraction' to

'The rubber band theory – where if your man pulls away from you, you should pull away too and give him space just as though a rubber band was wrapped around you both. This will cause him to not get the reaction he was after and triggering his insecurities to make him wonder what's going on with you, instigating him spring back towards you.

My phone buzzes again and I pick it up its text off Edward, I smile to myself, looks like there might be some truth in that scarcity value rule.

What are you up too?

Xxxx

Wouldn't you like to know? I'm getting the answers before the test Mr Emerald Eyes. I let the water out the bath as its now, gone cool and get out to dry off. Taking my phone and IPAD with me to my bedroom I slip into some P.J's and get into bed. I decide to send Edward a reply

Just about to go to sleep night night xxx

Before I've even put the phone back on the bedside table he replies.

Sweet dreams Bella xxx

Oh they will be and with that I turn off the light and go to sleep with the biggest smile on my face.

The next morning I awake with a slight spring in my step, I grab a quick shower and get dressed in some sweatpants and over-sized t-shirt and do some laundry humming while I sort through colors. After breakfast I go back to my room and check my phone to see that I have another message from Edward.

Good Morning, Beautiful. Hope you have a good day.

xxx

I see that the text was sent over an over ago so I relent and send him a reply.

Thank you Edward, I hope you have a good day too.

Xxx

I smile at the fact that this Scarcity Value theory seems to be working in my favor, I take out my laptop and start reading up on articles about different types of heart and lung surgeries and their approaches for it. A few hours later my phone buzzes again with a text from Edward

What are you doing?

Xxx

It's been a long time since I last had anything close to a potential … I don't even know right now what his potential is. Dare I say boyfriend? Jesus I'm 30 years old, surely I've passed the age of being called someone's 'girlfriend', partner maybe? Well either way it's been a long time, it's not that I haven't been approached or anything. It's just that, I've never really had time to allow myself to get close to someone in that way. I'm either at the hospital or at home studying to be back at the hospital prepared. Not to mention being able to hear someone's thoughts being the ultimate turn off. I just tend to shy away from it all.

Society likes to make out that you need to be with someone in order to make your life fulfilled but being gifted to hear peoples thought I quickly realized that wasn't the case at all. So many people are absolutely miserable with their other halves all because they believe that being alone is some kind of long sentence of unhappiness.

I've never really had a boyfriend before as the intrusion of their thoughts managed to put me off or they just didn't get my passion for medicine. I've been on dates before where either we've had nothing in common or their thoughts were so vulgar I felt as though I was being mentally assaulted.

But then I met Edward, who I must admit warmed the wick on the candle of love and happiness that had long since been blown out and grown cold. Could this guy really be my Spirit Light like in Nana's story? Surely that would mean that I'm a descendant of an Angel and that's far too magical for my scientific mind to cope with.

I reply back to Edward's text telling him I'm just about to start cooking. I stash my phone in my bra and head into the kitchen to start making dinner. Alice is back tonight maybe I could talk it out with her.

I decide to make a roast dinner traditionally eaten on a Sunday back home. It consists of beef or chicken or lamb which ever, in my case beef, roast potatoes, garden vegetable like peas, carrots and parsnips, stuffing and let's not forget those Yorkshire puddings, a round savory baked batter type thing with of course lashings of gravy.

I can't recall the last time I had the chance to make a Sunday dinner from scratch like this. So I get stuck in to making it and the time flies when I look up and see the front door opening revealing my miniature roommate Alice, specked with tiny white snowflakes and looking entirely too cold.

"Hey Bella, something smells good" she says as she sniffs at the air

"I hope you're hungry, I'm cooking a Sunday dinner"

"Sounds great, I'm starved"

I plate up the food as she heads off to her bedroom to unload her bags, she come back out just as I'm putting the food on the table.

"Wah la!" I state as she comes over to the table and pulls out the chair across from me and sits. I do the same and tuck in.

"Wow Bella this looks great" she says as she starts to cut into her beef.

"It tastes even better" I say with a wink at her and a mouth full of roast potatoes.

"You're in a good mood this evening" she declares "Did you get laid?"

I choke on my food a little and it goes done my windpipe I grab for the jug of water, I put on the table earlier and I fill my glass up and take big gulps.

"Oh shit Bella, are you OK?" she asks worried

"Yea I'm fine Alice" I affirm laughing "Jesus I thought I'd killed her for sure just then …with a reaction like that she definitely got some" she says in her mind.

"No Alice, I didn't get laid" I tell her "hmm that's not what your face is saying… I hope she didn't get her freak on in the living room on the sofas"

"That's quite a reaction for someone who didn't get laid. Just tell me you didn't do it on the sofa" she inquires while tucking into her Yorkshire pudding.

That's what I like about Alice she just says what she's thinking no holding back. If she doesn't like the jeans you're wearing she tells you to your face. If she thinks you have great teeth she just straight up tells you. No filter.

"I didn't get laid on the sofas, in my bedroom, in your bedroom, on the table, anywhere. I didn't get laid"

"Oh"

"But I did meet someone and sutured his wound on the sofa and now there's a brown blood stain on it I'm sorry" I say all in one breath.

"Hold on, backup"

"To what part?" I ask nervously forking my carrots into my mouth

"The part where you met someone, who is he?"

"I don't know, all I know is that his name is Edward and he lives in Chicago" I begin to relay the whole of Friday night to her including the bit where I forget about Barney which she frowns a little at but continues to listen.

"…and then he leaves" I finish.

"Just like that"

"Well he gave me his number and we've texting a bit today, but what do you think?"

"He sounds great Bella I'm so happy for you" she get up and rushes round the table to give me a big squeeze "maybe his got a brother she could set me up with, we could have a double wedding" I hear from her mind. "Does he have a brother?" she then asks out loud. I can't help but laugh at that.

"Well if he does you can have first dibs" I say to her

"Yesss! I have a feeling he does and his hot"

We clear up the table together and talk some more about Edward and her weekend at her parents' house. We laugh and joke and just have some good old fashion girl time and before we know it, it's almost 10 pm. She tells me she'll be working nights till Thursday so I won't see much of her but she'll help me on Friday night when I come home from work to pick out an outfit to wear for my big date. I give her a hug thankful for that day I saw the flyer on the notice board leading me to her friendship. I bid her goodnight and head to my bedroom where I see I have another text from Edward.

Goodnight Bella, hope you have the sweetest of dreams

Xxx

I send him a quick good night message, quickly head to the bathroom to wash my face and clean my teeth. I jump into bed, turn off the lamp and fall to sleep easily.

I wake up with the alarm blaring in the quiet room. I shut it off a little too forcefully and rise up out of bed as though I was a zombie. I jump into the shower using my favorite coconut body wash and step out of the tub carefully. Two complete consecutive days off and I feel completely off balance. Like I've never woke up at 5 am before in my life. I go into my bedroom and get dressed putting on a light layer of foundation, black eyeliner on the top of my lids and mascara to finish.

I grab my bag with all its heavy contents and coat and aim for the kitchen. I drop my things with a loud thump on sofa just as I remember that I'm not alone anymore and poor Alice will be working a night shift tonight and needed every morsel of sleep she could get. I try to move a bit quieter and pour out some cereal in a bowl. I stand in the kitchen munching on my cereal, with every mouthful trying to convince myself I was more awake than the previous one. It didn't work. I made a cup of coffee in my sturdy bright red travel mug and put my coat and bag on and headed out the apartment door.

As I reached the car lot outside, I see that Jack Frost has had a whale of a time painting mine and everybody else's car windows with his signature frosty touch. I put my things in the car and take out the window scraper to clear the windows cussing Jack Frost and his icy fingers under my breath. The mornings are as dark as night so unless I want to crash I need to make sure I have good visual. I get in the car and carefully drive to work.

Once I arrive I get out the car and make my way to the surgical wing of the hospital and head to one of the offices to check my email. Several messages appear on hospital protocol, new staffing, old staffing and current staffing issues. Also union strikes that are set to take place in the new year with the nurses. Good they should strike they are far too over worked and under paid period. I click out of my email and set off to find Dr Newton the Chief Resident, for ward rounds.

After 3 hours of visiting all the patients on in the post operation suite, I bump into Dr Morgan down the hall. "Good morning, Dr Morgan" I call

"Good morning Bella, did you have a good weekend? He asks

"Yes, it was … quiet what about yours?

"I managed to take the wife on a weekend getaway she'd been wanting to go on for months" I listen to his thoughts and see the trip to the grand canyon he took with his wife and how relaxing it was.

"Sounds lovely"

"I've got a surprise for you, close your eyes" I close them and see in his mind he going to hand me some x-rays "OK open them" he hands me the X-ray and I hold it up towards the light. I see on the film a magnified heart with a mass the size and shape of a thumb just sitting left of the aorta. I grin widely at him.

"Is this for me?" I ask with a tinge of excitement

"It's all yours" he tells me. It's as though all my Christmas's have rolled into one.

"I want you to have a report on my desk by the end of the day with a pre-op, procedural approach and post op assessment and with a list of names for the team you'll assemble. I'll be here to help you if you need it but this is your solo. You can do it" he places an encouraging hand on my shoulder with a gently squeeze and walks away.

I stand in the corridor completely stunned but feel more than up to the challenge I take a look at the x-ray again and decide to call the mass Tony, Tony Montana.

I'm in the office researching on this type of procedure when in walks the Chief Resident, Newton.

"Hey Swan"

"Hey Newton, what's up?" I ask my eyes not leaving the computer screen

"I've just got these result back from the lab but the hemoglobin levels aren't right" he says

I turn to face him and hold my hand out for the results. He places them in my hand and I take a look at them. His right the hemoglobin levels show an elevation HCG.

"Is the patient female?"

"Yes"

"Well according to this she's pregnant, see the detection of HCG here" I point out to him

"Ooh right of course I knew that" no he didn't and I don't need to look into his mind to see that.

"What are you working on?"

"This" I say handing him the x-ray.

"Oh sweet mother of Jesus" he says in awe

"Yep, I've called it Tony Montana" he laughs

"Let me scrub in, please" he begs

"No way Newton this isn't for the faint hearted"

"I'm not faint hearted" I cock my eyebrow up at him

"What are you doing Saturday" I probe

"It's my day off, why?"

"I need you to swap with me"

"No way, this is my first Saturday off in a month"

"Come on, I'll do you post op notes for a week" he looks at me and concedes.

"Fine", and with that he leaves the office before he loses anything else.

I finish my shift with a physical assessment of the owner of Tony and with my finished report on the desk of Doctor Morgan.

The rest of the week followed in the same fashion and by Friday I had successfully removed Tony Montana from his owner.

I sit on my bed Friday night after finishing the week with a surge of praises from all the Doctors. Apparently I was the one to watch.

A knock at my door brings me to the present and Alice enters my room with a smile and heads over to my wardrobe and start throwing the items out onto the bed. Each item tossed was given a "No" until eventually she said "Try this on". Too tired to go into the bathroom to try it on I strip out of my clothes and into the peachy - pink colored tight body-con strappy sleeveless dress I bought a while ago in the sale "Yes that's the dress" she states clapping her hands together excitedly.

I turn and look in the mirror. I'm going to need to get my hair done and have a shave, and certainly wear a jacket, but I have to agree this dress did look nice.

"Just pair some cute heals with it and your good to go, Edward won't know what's hit him" she concludes.

Edward and I have been texting each other back and forth over the week, I told him about the big solo surgery I had and he had wished me luck. But today I hadn't got any of his usually texts, probably just busy. I get an early night completely drained from the week.

I wake up the next morning and immediately look at my phone, still no texts. I think nothing of it and hop into the shower where I hum along to some random tune in my head. After my shower I look on the internet for the nearest African-American hair salon as since moving out here I've not had a single touch up on my roots or anything.

I find a shop call Dedes and give them a ring. I luckily get a booking as a slot just opened up from a cancellation literally minutes before I called for 4 o'clock. I take down the directions and glance at the time 10 am. I've got 6 hours till my appointment. I decide to sort out the rest of my outfit and have a look on YouTube at some makeup tutorials to try and copy.

By the time I've finished its lunchtime and I head into the kitchen to make a sandwich. I pull my phone out my bra to see if I have a text from Edward. But my inbox is empty so decide to bite the bullet and send him a simple text.

Hi Edward,

How are you?

Xxx

X

Eventually I'm sat in the hairstylists chair getting my dead ends snipped after she's just given me a deep condition and touched up my roots.

"Are you sure you haven't got Indian in you" Dede asks again

"I'm far as I'm aware, I don't" I tell her again "her hair is so beautiful and long, and the lucky bitch doesn't even need a weave." I hear her mind say, I smile to myself as I've always been complemented on my hair.

My phone buzzes from my bra and I pull it out and unlock it to find a text off Edward

Hey Bella,

I'm fine, just been a bit busy. Can't wait to see you later

Xxx

I breathe a sigh of relief I didn't realize I was holding, his fine and can't wait to see me, this is good. Right? So why do I feel nervous? I pay Dede and head home to get ready.

I stand in front of my mirror, inspecting my reflection, Alice was right this dress is perfect really goes well with my warm brown skin tone. Paired with some peach colored matching pumps and a black leather jacket and black clutch purse to finish the look. Alice knocks on my door and enters.

"Whoa Sexy Mama" she exclaims giving the outfit her approval.

"Does my ass look fat in this dress" I ask turning around and lifting the bottom of my jacket up slightly

"Yes. Yes it does" she answer simply

"Goood" and we both giggle like a couple of school girls

"Have fun, and remember no glove, no love" she calls out as I leave the room and head for the front door. I take the elevator down to the ground floor and walk out the building wobbling slightly; it's been a while since I wore heels this high.

I get in my car; luckily the snow has cleared up quite a bit over the past week so my shoes are able to stay relatively dry. I drive around 10 minutes north of where I live, listening intently to the sat- nav. The female voice of the device tells me it's just a little further ahead so I look around for somewhere to park and spot a pay as you go car lot service. I pull in and park up. I get out and head over to the ticket machine to get a ticket to display in the windscreen. I head back to the car impressing myself with my steady balance. I put the ticket on display in the windscreen close the door, lock it and head to the restaurant.

As I approach the Italian restaurant I walk inside to greet an Italian man waiting behind a podium

"Buonasera and Welcome to St Antoine Bistro" he says kindly

"Hello, erm, I meant to be meeting someone here at 8" I say a little nervously

"Do you have a reservation" he asks

"No I don't think so, unless you have someone down under the name Edward" I peek at his book

"No I'm afraid not" he says looking at his book "That's alright OK Signorina, we've got a table anyway, here let me take you jacket" he helps me slip out of my jacket and a waiter appears. The first guy tells him table for two and he escorts me to a table privately nestled in the corner. The inside of the restaurant is very intricately decorated with deep plush red and gold colors and framed pictures of Italian monuments hanging all over the walls.

I take a seat and the waiter asks me if I'd like something to drink, I ask for a glass of water. Once he disappears I pull out my phone from my purse and send Edward a quick text telling him I'm here.

My water promptly arrives and I tell the waiter "Grazie"

I sit there for a while looking around at the restaurant I glance at my watch to see it's 8:20, I look at my phone to see no reply from him. I decide to call him so I click on his name and hold the phone up to hear it go straight to voice mail.

The waiter comes back and asks if I'm ready to order I tell him I'm still waiting on someone but I order myself a large glass of red wine anyway.

40 minutes later I try ringing Edward again but it goes straight to voicemail I leave him a message "Hi Edward, its Bella, Bella Swan. I'm here at St Antoine's waiting for you, please get in touch, thanks"

Did I get the place wrong? No he definitely said St Antoine's at 8 pm. The waiter heads back over and before he even asks, I tell him that I'm still waiting and order another large glass of red wine. He nods his head and disappears to go get my drink.

I look around at the other patrons longingly as they all seem to be couple enjoying each other's company. I look into the minds of those at the table closest to me and feel the strong love they both have for one another as they laugh over a shared moment they had when they first met.

The waiter arrives with my drink and smiles down at me with a compassionate look in his eyes. "that guy must be crazy standing her up, she's a knockout" I smile at this and sip my wine. I try phoning Edward again but it just goes to voicemail again. I look at my watch 9:20 pm this is just ridiculous. I resolve in my mind that if he doesn't show up by the time I've finished this glass of wine I'm leaving.

I put the empty glass of wine down on the table draining it to the very last drop, I look at my watch 10 pm. I close my eyes and breathe deeply well that's that. I get up from the table and head to the bar to settle my bill. The waiter who has been serving me all night is behind the bar drying a glass.

I smile at him feebly "I'd like to pay my bill please" I say softly

"It's on the house"

I look up at him and nod my head in thanks and walk towards the entrance. The man at the podium is standing there and collects my jacket helping me into it. "His loss" he whispers to as I manoeuvre myself into my jacket. I try to smile at him but my mouth doesn't seem to want to respond properly.

I leave the restaurant feeling completely humiliated I bet I'm the laughing stock of the whole establishment, how could he stand me up like this. I turn to head to my car, when I hear the roar of a very powerful engine. I glance back in the direction its coming from and see a sleek, sporty black Aston Martin Vanquish pull up beside me. The door suddenly opens and out steps Edward in a tailored pale silver suit, with his bronzy blonde hair handsomely combed and parted on the side sweeping back into a small quiff, he strides over to me with a strange smirk on his face.

His black eye has subsided to more of a brownish purple bruise and his bandages have been removed to show his cuts have started healing up nicely on their own.

"Sir you can't park there" says the valet boy pointing at Edward's car. Edward looks over at him briefly.

"No that's OK Stuart" interjects another valet boy "Sorry Mr Cullen, his new" and they both quickly take themselves inside the restaurant and out of view.

Edward stands before me and even with my heels on he still stands at least half a foot taller than me.

"Hey" he says lazily

"Your late" I say cutting to the chase. He smirks at me as though his winning at some imaginary game I'm losing.

"I know, how about we skip dinner and you and I go for a ride" he motions his head toward the car and reaches up, almost unconsciously, to touch my face, but I step back before he can make contact.

"I'm not going anywhere with you" I tell him firmly "Not only are you over two hours late but you don't even have the common courtesy to apologize" His eyes slowly roam up and down my body and he wets his lower lips taking a step closer towards me.

"Well aren't we feisty tonight. Why don't you come back to my place and you can show just how feisty those big plump lips are" he grazes the tips of his fingers across my lips and I slap them away quickly.

"Did you hit your head or something?" I ask him "Because you must be suffering from a concussion or just plain old stupid" he sneers down at me. He then stares into my eyes with an expression of pure contemptuous want. I try looking into his mind but as expected, hear and see nothing.

I look down and away from his penetrating gaze and shake my head minutely feeling completely disheartened.

"Goodbye Edward" I say dimly looking up into his emerald eyes one last time and turn, walking away. After a few steps I hear the blaring roar of his engine as he races pass me into the distance.

Well, well, well that was tense yes/no

A bit of unexpected Dickward for you, to keep you on your toes. Please leave a review once you finished as I truly love hearing your honest opinions of my chapters. Massive thank you to those beauties who have taken the time to write lovely encouraging words
Shout outs for those who can guess the song and artist.
Just to quickly clarify, this story will be told in BPOV only, with maybe one EPOV chapter depending on how things go. Bella is a black woman in this story and will be from the outset and throughout. Which is why this story is labelled SwirlFic - Chocolate and Vanilla pairing ;-)
See you in Chapter 6

xxxx