2brown-eyes is the best!
The Cullen chopper returned to the rooftop of Eclipse Tower last night, and the rumor is the new Mrs. Cullen was in tow. How long will it be before the world gets its first glimpse of the most envied woman in town?
Only time will tell!
Alice Knows All
The helicopter lands on one of the tallest buildings in Forks, and I don't know why it surprises me. Everything about Edward screams excess, so of course he lives in a fifty-story building with a doorman and all the amenities—in a penthouse most likely.
"Careful," he yells over the whirring of the idling blades. I use his offered hand to balance myself as I step onto the roof. My hair whips around my face as the blades spin to life and the helicopter lifts into the night sky. "As you can see"—he waves a hand around us—"there's a pool and sauna along with a yoga area and a garden."
I pull my jacket tighter, wondering why the pool is still open at all this time of year. "That's nice, but I get all the exercise I need waiting tables."
He shrugs, lacing our fingers together. "Sure, but now that that's over—"
"What?" I come to a quick stop, jerking him to a halt. "I never said I was quitting my job."
He huffs a laugh. "You never need to work again, Bella."
"Yes, I do." I tug my hand from his, reality slapping me hard across the face. "I didn't marry you so I could sit around your penthouse and do nothing. I have my own life, and this marriage made a few parts of it easier, but I can't allow it to change everything."
His jaw tightens and his voice lowers two octaves. "My wife will not work at a diner, and that's final."
Rage bubbles to life inside me and pulses through my veins. I march off toward the only door I see that might take me out of the frigid November winds. I'm cold and pissed and determined, but the locked knob doesn't budge, so I try to rattle it open by sheer force of will.
"Bella." His soft voice carries on the wind just before he touches my shoulder. "It's this way."
I go.
Reluctantly.
Lips pursed.
Head high.
"Here we are." He enters a code on a keypad, and a double-paneled glass door slides open. He touches my back, but I shrug it off. "I don't want to fight," he says, annoyance lacing his tone. "It should come as no surprise that I don't want my wife waiting tables."
I spin on him, infuriated, until I look into those compelling eyes. "Don't you think you should've mentioned that before?" I turn away from his stupid handsome face, frustrated with myself for being weak. "I won't sit at home and shop all day."
He leads me to an elevator and presses the button before turning to me. "There are details we need to discuss, but can we shelve it for tonight?" He rakes his hand through his hair, a physical sign of his frustration. "I don't want to spend our first night together in your new home arguing about unimportant things."
I note that he called things that matter to me unimportant before giving him a silent, petulant nod. He's right about one thing, tonight isn't the time. I should worry about finding my footing in this new world I've stepped into before I allow something like keeping my shitty job to burn it all down.
He smiles then, beams actually, and it's really hard to stay mad at him when he looks so fucking good doing it. "Thank you, Bella. You won't regret it."
His eyes burn their way down my body, and I pull my jacket tighter around me on instinct. My mind screams at me to protect myself from this enigmatic man and his bedroom stare, while my body begs me to let him devour it.
"I hope not," I say, adding a light laugh to temper the desire that's zapping through the air. "I'd hate to have to cash out and leave this entire fiasco in the dust."
He moves in close then, sucking up all that thick, lusty air. "Please don't threaten me, Bella," he murmurs, his palm gliding from my shoulder to elbow. "You're my wife, and I intend to keep you."
I'm not sure whether I should fuck him right here in the marbled foyer or run, but in the end, I do neither. The elevator dings and he takes a solid step back, composing himself. He looks so poised and unaffected; I wonder if I imagined the entire exchange.
"Please," he says, making a swooping gesture with his arm. "Allow me to show you your home." I step into the elevator full of trepidation, but it fades as quickly as the ride because he swoops me into his arms after just one floor. "Across the threshold and all that." He's smiling and boyish and everything opposite from how he was upstairs.
I'm surprised when the elevator opens directly into a foyer. With fingers laced behind his neck, I swivel my gaze to his. "A private elevator to your penthouse?"
His lips twitch into a smirk. "A private elevator to my floor."
If there was ever an exact moment when I realized I'd underestimated my husband, this would be it.
On a scale of Let It Snow drama (1 ch where they told the exes off) to Christmas Ink drama (defcon 10 where mofos told me I ruined the story), what are you bracing for?
See ya tmr :)