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If the rumblings are true, the entire female population of Forks will go into mourning. It seems the elusive Edward Cullen prefers his pie with a side of cute, young waitress.

The jet is in the air, destination unknown, but I have my suspicions. When I know, so shall you, my lovelies!

Alice Knows All


"What the hell is going on with Emmett?" I cross my arms, glaring at Rose.

"Not what's going on with Edward, that's for sure." She waggles her brows.

I roll my eyes. "You first."

"He's a pig."

"He could be," I say, not really buying it, "but I don't see Edward's best friend as that type of guy."

"You doubt my word?"

"Why don't you just tell me so I can judge for myself."

"Then you'll drop this, so we can talk about Forks' most eligible bachelor marrying my best friend?"

"Yes."

"Fine." She huffs, sending Emmett another glare for good measure. "He called me a hooker."

I lift a brow. "He said that? Called you a hooker?"

"He insinuated it," she hedges.

"Rose." She jerks her eyes to mine. "What exactly did he say?"

"He said what other services can I get from a hot babe like you, and I said you can get this pie smashed in your face, and he said I'd pay for you to lick it off." Her eyes widen like it's the crudest thing her innocent ears have ever heard. But truth be told, we hear a version of it a lot in our jobs. "So I said lick this, and I smashed the plate into his chest."

"So," I say, holding back a smirk, "it was foreplay."

Her jaw drops.

She huffs.

And shifts.

Shoots him another glare.

Shakes her head.

"Whatever." It's her best reply. "Forget him. I want to hear about you. You're seriously going through with this?"

"Yeah," I say, a smile curving my lips. "I am."

"I'm going to need more than that," she snaps, drawing my mind back from La La Land. "I mean, I get it. You'd be a fool to pass it up, even if it wasn't a paid gig, but I saw that kiss. Do you think he likes you likes you?"

"He barely knows me," I respond, replaying all the things Edward's said in conversation. "But he seems genuine in his attempt to want to make this into something lasting."

"You know he has an ex," she says, brow lifted.

"Most people do."

I reject the memories of Jake, the first guy I ever loved, when they pop into my head. I wouldn't say he was a bad guy, but he wasn't good either. He was perfectly fine with me whoring if it meant he didn't have to hold down a job.

"No, I mean a serious ex," she says softly. "They were together for almost three years."

For the first time, concern filters into my psyche. "Was it a recent break up?"

"A few months back, I believe." She studies my face while I work through it in my head. "Does that change anything for you?"

"No," I say, expelling a heavy breath. "It's not like I'm losing anything by shooting my shot."

"Hell no you aren't," she says, grinning. "I'm so fucking happy for you, babe."

I lean closer, lowering my voice. "Not just me, you as well."

"What did you do?" She's adorably confused, and that makes me even happier to know she'd never consider my windfall to be hers.

"I stated my terms and Edward agreed to them," I say, glancing over to where he's speaking with Charlie. "I have a million-dollar account that you'll be put as trustee over, and that position comes with a fifty-thousand-dollar salary."

"What?" Tears spring to her eyes. "No way, babe. I can't let you do this."

"I didn't do anything except ask for the trust," I say, my voice cracking because her tears are making me sappy. "Edward is the one who decided to pay you."

She wipes her cheeks and looks at me through narrowed eyes, suspicious Rose has entered the conversation. "What concessions is he asking you to make in exchange?"

"Absolutely nothing," I say, shaking my head. "Unless you think marrying him and possibly bearing his children are concessions."

"He asked you to have his children?" Her jaw is gaping again.

"In not so many words?" I nod. "Yes."

"I'm going to miss you around here," she says, sappy Rose back in full force.

"No one is missing anyone," Edward says, approaching our booth. "At least not right away. I've taken care of both your positions here, at least until we return from Vegas."

"I'm going to Vegas?" Rose directs her question to Edward.

"Of course," he replies. "I'd never whisk Bella off to her wedding without someone who matters with her."

And I think I swoon because the next thing I know, I'm on a private jet in a buttery leather seat with a glass of expensive champagne in my hand.

A girl could get used to this.


Hahaha what a timeline!

This is a drabblish type fic after all ;)

See ya tmr :)