Hey guys! I'm back to writing this story. A lot of major life events happened, but I'm finally feeling creative again. At one point this story was put on a different website, but I love fanfiction so much that I realized everyone deserves to have access to it! Enjoy!

The characters in this story belong to Stephanie Meyer, the author of the Twilight Saga.

Staring into Edward's persuasively gorgeous eyes made my body rock with fury, "Edward. Be deliberate with this answer. Are you trying to control me right now?"

His face fell from rigid to shock, "no.. no!"

Rolling my eyes, "Please tell me you're not the same as every other person in my life? That you're going to try and have dominance over each thing I do. If you are, tell me now. I won't go through it again."

Edward's expression held sadness now, he reached out and grabbed my hands in his, "Isabella, I'm sorry. I'm very protective of you. Be that as it may, it gives me no excuse to question you the way I did a second ago."

He let go of my left hand and reached up to stroke a tear from my face, shit! When did I start crying?

"Fine, " I muster.

Edward hesitates, "Would you like to come up to the suite? We can talk more privately up there."

Beginning to smile again, "I'd love that."

We both stood up, Edward offering his hand to me for assistance. We made our way through the beautiful dining room that was outside of our secret room. Adonis led me out of the restaurant filled with exorbitant people, and through a lobby to the elevators.

Only now did I realize he was holding onto my hand, leading me, tenderly and carefully. He pressed the button for the top floor, after scanning his key card.

"This place is like Fort Knox.." I mumble.

He chuckled, "It's a secure hotel, yes. Not everyone has access to the suites I have the entire floor to myself."

Scrunching up my nose, "Why?"

"Why what?"
"Do you need an entire floor of a hotel?"

His smoldering lopsided grin appeared, "I wanted it, for protection. After I saw you earlier I made sure to have a secure suite. No one's going to affect our date, not tonight."

My intake of breath is sharp, shocked by how preventative he is with my safety. The elevator dinged and the doors slid open. Edward guided me out, his hand on the small of my back. Warmth spreads through my bones every time he touches me.

The floor is carpet, typical of a hotel hallway, but the hallway is only ten feet until two double doors. He grabs the room key out of his coat pocket and inserts it into the door. Once he opens it, I'm instantly blown away.

There's a large corridor with a black and white marble floor, with a lavish chandelier casting a warm light throughout. Two velvet sitting chairs sit beside a table that's intricately painted with neutral-toned flowers. We saunter through one of two open doorways, this one leads to a sitting room. A dark gray sectional sits in the middle of the room, which opens up to a fully functional kitchen with a marble island. The most impressive part is that it's all windows, and the skyline is beautiful, a stunning orange as the sun is about to disappear for the day.

The sight when I turn around is better. Adonis is taking in me, taking in this suite.

"Wow.. this is.."

He steps towards me, "Ostentatious?"

His striking eyes meet mine, "That.. but also a once and a lifetime experience. One I probably wouldn't have had without you."
"Benvenuti nel mio mondo." ("Welcome to my world.")

Adonis moves towards me and reaches his hand to the side of my face.

"You dazzle people, you know? It's dangerous."

His thumb grazes under my chin, "Dazzle?"

"The hostess nearly fainted from you looking at her. I swear it's that smirk."

The grin he gave in response nearly melted me.

He gestured to the couch, "Would you like to sit?"

Nodding, I take a seat on the plush cushion, crossing my legs. Edward moves towards the kitchen, he grabs two wine glasses and a bottle of wine that sat on the island. He comes back and sits across from me on the other section of the couch.

He begins to uncork the wine, "This is the best wine, it's my Mom and I's favorite. I sent a worker to grab it so you could try some."

The cork makes the all too familiar "pop" sound as he pulls it out. He unscrews it and hands it to me.

He must see the confusion on my face, "Qual è il problema?" ("What's the matter?")

"Do you want me to go throw this cork away?"

He bellows out a musical laugh, "Ah, I see the issue now."

Anger begins to rear its head, "What's funny?"

"I'm not laughing at you. I should've given better instructions. The cork is to smell before you try the wine."

Oh! Reaching the cork towards my nose, I inhale.

"Am I missing something? It just smells like red wine."

He gently takes the cork from me, "It is red wine, but there's a lot that goes into wine. This is an Italian wine, its name is Il Marroneto Brunello Madonna delle Grazi, it's made in a vineyard in Tuscany, Italy. It's a rare red, I actually had it in the helicopter with you, because I'd forgotten it in Chicago."

It's my turn to laugh, I can't help myself, he flew in the wine.

"Stai ridendo di me?" ("Are you laughing at me?")

He looks upset, "No! I'm sorry. I've never heard of someone flying in a bottle of wine, and in my head it just…"

"Is ridiculous?" he spats.

"No… just unbelievable to me."

His face turns vulnerable, "I really wanted to show you my favorite wine, and you are deserving of the finer things in life la mia Bella." ("My Bella.")

"That's kind of you. I'm not used to it, but I'll have an open mind."

He pours us both a glass and halfway through we're sitting next to one another. We talk about my childhood, how college was for me, and how I'm doing since the night Garrett took me. At first, it was difficult to open up, but we played 20 questions so we both had to share things about ourselves.

Edward went to Yale, then finished his MBA at Columbia. He moved back to Chicago after that to assist with the family business, which I chose not to inquire more about. He loves his mother, Esme, dearly. It seems that he avoided questions about his father, the same way I do with Rennee. Two hours later, we finished the bottle, and I have to admit it was damn good wine.

"I have a question!" Tipsy, Bella.

Chuckling, "What would that be?"

"How am I getting home tonight? Maybe I shouldn't of drunk.."

Sadness reached Adonis's eyes, "If you'd like to go home, I have the helicopter chartered on the roof for the night, and Alec will be accompanying you, so no driving will be necessary."

I grab his hand and begin to stroke it, "Why do you look sad?"

He looks away and back at me, "I need to try something."

I squint my eyes with uncertainty, "What?"

"Do you trust me?" His voice is like velvet, I nod.

He turns to face me and extends his arm to tuck my hair behind my ear. I turn myself to face him more. His eyes bore into mine intensely, as his hand moves down and cupped the side of my face. Inching closer to me, I'm perfectly still. His nose touches mine and I smell cinnamon, amber, and vanilla. It's heady and delicious.

My eyes flutter closed, and I feel his lips touch mine. Chastely he kisses me, and a fire sturs inside me. Momentarily he pulls back, he looks at me, almost asking permission. There's electricity humming inside of me, and I want more. I lean forward as he does and we're kissing again. I open my mouth to give him access, and we're all tongues and breathing. His hand's holding one side of my face, and I reach mine up to hold his, to be closer.

Abruptly he stops, "Wha-"

"Non credo di potermi controllare con te, Isabella." ("I don't think I can control myself with you.")

I shake my head, "Is there something wrong with me or something?"

He reaches to me and puts his hand in mine, "There's nothing wrong with you. I don't want to push you. I want something real with you, Bella."

My face warms, "I do too."

He leans in and kisses me again, hard, with passion. It takes over me, the electric current. One of my hands is on the side of his neck, and the other is pulling his button up, my feeble attempt at having him near me.

He backs away, "Mi ucciderai, Bella." ("You're going to kill me, Bella.")

Backing into the couch, he tucks me under his arm and kisses the top of my head.

I let out a shaky breath, "Do you think I could.."

His hand comes under my chin to tip my face to look at him, "What is it?"

"Can I stay with you tonight?"

His lips touch my forehead, "I was hoping you'd ask that. There are three rooms in here, so you can sleep wherever you're comfortable."

"I don't want to be alone, Adonis."
He's smiling at me, "We can sleep in the same bed if you'd like. Don't worry I won't try anything funny."

My eyes are full of lust, "What if I want you to try something funny?"

Sighing, "Non stasera. Lascia che mi prenda cura di te." ("Not tonight, let me take care of you.")

I sit up, "I'm not fragile. I'm a big girl... I can make decisions for myself."

He inches forward, "I know how strong you are. I want the first time I lay with you to be special. You deserve to get to know me more first."

I huff, "Fine."

"Are you angry now?" His handsome smirk appears, damn that smirk.

"I know that you're right. Being close to you makes me feel like I'm invincible. I've never felt that before. I've also never been denied sex, but there's a first time for everything!"

His laughter is contagious and warms my chest.

Standing up, he holds his hand out to help me up. We're facing each other and he leans his face toward me, "I'm so glad you agreed to go on a date with me tonight, Isabella."

I breathe him in, "Me too, Adonis."