Bella

I'm confused. I'm over the moon. I'm utterly in love with Edward's mother, Esme. She's the most amazing woman I've ever met. Ever.

"Your mom is right about the job situation," I remark once Edward closes the door, locking us into his room. We're alone in a bedroom. And we don't have to hide. I can't believe this. "We really never should have done that in the first place. It was so fucking risky."

"Today pretty much proved how little self-control I have when it comes to you," Edward chuckles. I nod, fire igniting deep inside when I remember just how bad he is at keeping his hands to himself.

"But you really need the help," I tell him, sitting on the bed. I love this room. It's on the smaller side, but it's decorated beautifully, painted a muted gray color, with white antique trinkets decorating it. "I don't know who this competitor is, but Daddy…you can't just go under their price, every time, just to keep your clients. It's not sustainable…you'll keep losing money."

He bites his lip, and he's clearly worried. After all, Edward singlehandedly built this company into what it is now. It would be incredibly sad to see him lose what he worked so hard for.

"All I know is that their an LLC, with multiple owners, and they employ a ton of ex-refugees. I guess they don't pay their staff the amount they deserve, which is why their prices are so damn low." I didn't even know this yet. So it drops in like a bomb.

"That's not right…" I mumble. "Can't you like…sue them?" I don't know the first thing about running a business, or the legal side of things. But I want to show Edward I support him. I want to get to the bottom of this because the whole thing just seems fishy to me.

"Nah, baby…that's all extra costs and I really don't want to lose more money over this debacle." Edward shrugs.

"We can talk about this later," I say, getting up. The light catches Edward's jade eyes, making them look almost translucent. All I want to do is kiss him, and make everything better. But right now Daddy needs some rest.

"You should get some sleep." I run my fingers through his hair, silky and a little damp.

"Telling me it's past my bedtime, heh?"

"Way past it, old man," I chuckle, and it turns into a giggle when he grabs my waist and his fingertips tickle my sides.

"Watch that mouth, little Bella. Or I'll show you exactly what this old man would rather do instead of sleep."

I smile as his lips brush mine, feeling myself relax even further.

"I love you." It slips out of my mouth before I can even try to stop myself from saying it.

Edward blinks, once, twice, letting out a breath as he shakes his head. His fingers reach out, tucking a few strands of my hair behind my ear.

"Fucking hell, baby," he chuckles, shaking his head. "I wanted to say it first." He grabs my face, his touch making me lean into his palm greedily. Then he kisses me again, his tongue seeking out my own. I let out a soft moan, Edward's palms caressing my sides, up until he makes my cardigan drop, the knitted material bunching at my elbows. I let it fall to the floor while we make out like teenagers.

Edward walks me until my back hits the dresser, the little lamp on top rattling as I giggle.

"Shh," he breathes, pecking my lips, once , twice, until I'm breathless and starstruck and completely at his mercy, the tips of his fingers traveling up the skirt of my flowy dress until they seem to burn through the elastic of my underwear.

"You still haven't said it back, Daddy…" I pout playfully, tracing patterns on his bare chest. Then I look up, gazing into Edward's eyes. They tell me all I need to know. They melt down what was rest of the wall around my heart.

Then Edward's voice drops. It's barely a whisper, but his words are more meaningful than any kind of grand gesture.

"I fucking love you, little doll."

I never expected a man to say those words to me.

"I love you," I breathe, burying my face into Edward's neck.

"Let me love you forever," he answers.

"Just love me here and now and we'll see when you tire of me."

Edward stops in his tracks, taking his hands off me.

"Never say that again, you understand?" His grip is tight, almost pinching my chin in between his fingers. But he means business, and even though I get it, I can't help myself and make it a little less serious. This angry expression needs to go.

"Or what, Daddy? You'll spank me?"

He rolls his eyes, laughs, and cocks his head to the side.

"What have I done without you all these years?" Another sweet caress with the back of his knuckles.

"Finding your way to me, Daddy. It all leads to this moment, right here." I have never spoken cornier words. Or more true ones.

"Now spread those legs of yours wider, doll, so I can fuck my way into your heart and soul," he jokes.

It's exactly the amount of filth to my sweetness that I need. I throw my head back, and laugh wholeheartedly.

"Will we ever be able to fuck like two normal people?" I chuckle. Edward stops kissing my neck, looking at me with furrowed brows.

"Like, without having to sneak around, without having to be quiet like this?" I whisper.

Edward laughs.

"Oh, baby," he starts, his fingers clasping around my throat, applying the most delicious pressure. "One day, very soon, I'm gonna fuck you so normally, you'll be screaming at the top of your lungs."

"Mhm," I moan.

My moan turns into a muffled scream as Edward roughly enters me, and I hide my face in the crook of his neck to keep quiet. Every time he fucks me is better than before. I grip the edge of the dresser tightly, as if somehow that'll give me the strength to stay upright and not melt into a puddle of goo at Edward's feet.

"Fuck," Edward mutters as I bite his neck, probably leaving teethmarks on his skin. "You're a bad girl, aren't you?" I hear the humor in his voice, spiced by lust, by the need to get closer. If that was possible.

"I'll be your bad girl, Daddy," I ramble breathlessly. "I'll be whatever you want me to be…" The words come out strained my voice breaking as I try to be as silent as possible. But Edward is too good with his cock. He simply knows how to work me from the inside, how to work me so good I'm losing any kind of grip on my senses, on myself.

"Daddy loves you, baby doll," he growls. It's the sexiest thing he's ever said to me. I moan, feeling my walls spasm around his big, swollen cock, and I gasp when Edward reaches down and massages my aching clit.

I throw my head back but keep my eyes on the man who's fucking me like an animal, heavy panting filling the room before I can finally utter the words clearly.

"I love you s—so much, Daddy." Something breaks inside me, and I bet it's every type of wall I've built up over the years. It tumbles down as Edward picks up the pieces, welcoming every part of me.

My animalistic noises seem foreign to my own ears as I come hard, pussy fluttering, nails scraping over the back of Edward's neck as when he bites my nipple brutally.

Yeah, I'm home now. In more ways than just one.