Chapter seven

Bella was lying in bed, curled up on her right side, gripping her pillow tightly as she squeezed her eyes shut and tried to think of anything else but the pain that went through her lower abdomen. Her mind kept drifting to their honeymoon.

After Edward had openly confessed that he hadn't been mad at Bella for flashing herself to the whole beach, but that he was in fact jealous of the men who got an eye full of her pale flesh, things had changed a little between them. His confession had taught Bella that underneath Edward's cold exterior, there was someone who actually had feelings and could show emotions.

The sex that had followed his little confession had, in Bella's opinion, been mind-blowing and she had become addicted to the pleasure Edward could give her. Edward learned this quickly, of course, as Bella didn't fight him whenever he tried to kiss her or touch her, and he used the advantage he suddenly had to the fullest, not that Bella was complaining.

The honeymoon, as the custom was, had been spent mostly in bed where Bella and Edward had been naked, tangled up in each other.

She had hoped that they would have been able to talk and get to know each other during the honeymoon, but frankly, Bella didn't mind switching the talking with sex, especially when they had more than enough time to get to know each other.

The cramps started again and Bella curled further into a ball in hope that it would help, though she knew that the only thing that could help her was painkillers.

The sound of the front door slamming shut had Bella's attention and she stared at the door with tired eyes as she waited for Edward to walk through it.

He had once again been working late, making up for the lost time spent in France he claimed, but Bella didn't care much: she understood the importance of his job had no plans in ever becoming an idle and nagging wife with nothing else to do all day than drink wine and read the latest gossip.

The days had once again been spent in the company of Paul. As the days went by, he became more and more like a brother, an annoying brother he didn't know when to keep his nose out of things. Paul had tendencies to sneak up on her and make his presence known with rather loud noises.

"You're still awake," Edward stated as he walked through the bedroom doors, his suit jacket off and his shirt already unbuttoned, giving Bella a nice view of his chiseled chest.

"Can't sleep," Bella mumbled tiredly as the cramps came back.

"I can think of a few things that will make you sleep like a baby," she watched him strip and crawl into bed, and Bella's mind quickly jumped to sex, her body responding as his lips touched her skin, though it was off the tables for the night.

Pulling away, Bella sighed, "I'm not in the mood tonight." She cringed at the cliché words but they were true. "I got my period," she added when he only pulled her close again.

He hesitated for a second before a playful grin spread across his handsome face, "I don't mind playing fire truck."

"I mind," Bella said more forcefully as Edward tried to sneak his hand into her panties, her face scrunching up as the cramps started again.

"What's wrong?" the concern was clear in Edward's voice as he pulled away to look down at her.

"Just cramps," Bella explained as her body relaxed, "I get them when I get my period, but usually I can dull the pain with some painkillers. When I tried that today, I found the medicine cabinet locked."

"Sorry," Edward smiled sheepishly, "I've forgotten to unlock it."

"Why was it locked in the first place?" Bella asked but she knew the answer to her own question as soon the words were out of her mouth, "Phil."

"I know how he warned me about your earlier addictions but I had a friend check out the story: it didn't add up that you would get so upset every time I brought it up. I always expected you to snap and defend yourself, claiming that the addiction was nothing, but you never did. My lawyer showed me proof that you never checked into rehab and the blood tests Phil showed to me was fake." Before Bella could respond to Edward's second confession to her in matter of weeks, he was out of the bed and she could see his naked butt disappear into the bathroom, only to see his glorious front side as he returned with a glass of water.

"Thank you," Bella exclaimed, taking the water and the two white pills from Edward, quickly swallowing them with a little water before draining the glass.

*** CRS ***

A good night of sleep, tangled with a gorgeous man in a heavenly bed and two magic, white pills did wonders to the annoying cramps that usually wrecked Bella's body for days. As Bella stretched in bed, forcing her body to accept that it had to get up, a hand snuck around her waist and pulled her roughly from her warm spot, only to be covered with a warm body, pressed into the mattress.

"Good morning," Bella laughed as Edward started to kiss her neck.

"It is," he agreed, kissing a trail down to her shoulder and to her chest, pulling the cotton of her tank-top away to free her breasts.

"I don't have time for this: I have a job interview at nine," Bella laughed as Edward tickled her sides while kissing her breasts tenderly. Though the mention of a job interview got his attention.

"You have a job interview?" he asked, pushing himself up on his elbows.

"Yes, a job interview," Bella smiled, pushing herself off the bed, kissing Edward quickly before using her strength to get him on his back.

"I didn't know you wanted to work."

"I really hope you didn't expect me to sit around at home every day, only to wait for my husband and act as a dotting wife."

"No, I expected you to take full use of any plastic cards I gave you, giving Paul a run for his money by making him carry all your bags."

"I'm going to ignore that because those are the words of Phil's lies and I honestly thought we were past that now," Bella said in a stern tone, turning to the bathroom to get ready.

"We are past that," Edward promised her, following her and leaning against the doorframe, "I just expected you to do everything you weren't able to do while living under Phil's roof, like shop till you drop and long days with girlfriends."

"I hate shopping," Bella informed him before closing the shower door, therefor shutting Edward out as well.

Twenty minutes later, Bella emerged from the bathroom, a towel wrapped around her body and one around her hair. Edward was sitting on the padded bench in the closet, tying his shoes when Bella entered it, ready to get dressed.

"Look, I don't mind you working, I'm not some guy who needs to feel superior to his wife by bringing in the money, I just honestly thought you wanted to enjoy your freedom before find anything," Edward told her after being ignored for several minutes, but being unable to take his eyes of Bella's naked back and behind.

"I have enjoyed my freedom and I will always enjoy it, but I'm starting to go crazy spending the time here, honestly, with your nephews. They have so much energy that I'm positive Emmett drugs them just to drive others crazy," Bella said, turning to stroke Edward cheek before encircling his neck with her arms, gazing down at him.

"The thought have crossed my mind as well," Edward smiled, gazing up at Bella. "Since you stopped my plans earlier, I expect you to be available to be taken on the dining table tonight," Edward whispered before kissing Bella's stomach.

Five hours later, around noon, Bella was sitting at a bar not far from where she had had her interview, throwing back her fourth shot of tequila. Everything about her interview had gone wrong. At first, those who had scheduled it, were an hour late, then Phil was somehow brought into the conversation because the only man in the room was a son of one of Phil's friends. And then there was the shrew, a beautiful woman with hair and body that would give Rose a run for her money. Apparently, she knew who Edward was and she had been too focused on him than Bella.

"Paul said I could find you here," Bella turned to see Esme sit down by the bar next to her.

"What are you doing here?" Bella asked, finding it rather bizarre to see Esme inside a dingy brown bar, especially with her camel colored coat and dark orange Birkin Bag.

"Dear, we were supposed to meet for lunch an hour ago," Esme smiled, taking the fifth shot from Bella before she could throw it back.

"Shit!" Bella almost yelled, slapping her hand over her mouth and laughing at her own stupidity.

"I think it's high time to you leave and sober up, dear," Esme laughed, helping Bella down from her stool and paying the bartender before taking Bella with her.

"I could kill for a cheeseburger!" Bella exclaimed as Esme helped her into her Jaguar. "And fries!" she continued after the door had been shut.

"Can't promise you fries, but I think I have everything needed for a cheeseburger at home," Esme laughed.

Thirty minutes later, Bella was watching Esme make two cheeseburgers that smelled heavenly, while she herself nursed a virgin Bloody Mary. The first thing Esme had done when they entered the kitchen, was to seat Bella at the kitchen island and force her to drink a warm beer. It had been disgusting but Esme had promised that a warm been and some salty crackers after a little too much to drink, always did the trick.

"I take it that the interview didn't go well," Esme assumed, placing a plate in front of Bella.

"Not at all. Three thing went wrong and it will end my future in the publishing business. Firstly, they were all an hour late but acted as if I was an hour early to make them look bad. Secondly, the only man in the room happened to be a son of one of Phil's friends and he took the questioning to a personal level. Thirdly, and worst, there was a woman there, Kate Denial or something, who took the personal questions to the next level as she seems to know Edward."

"Do you mean Kate Denali?" Esme asked with an odd expression.

"Yes! I don't think she knew Edward and I are married, because she kept hinting that he would never have me."

"I wouldn't worry about Edward ever cheating or leaving you behind dear: I have never seen my son as smitten he is with you." The words threw Bella off balance and questions started to form: Edward was smitten with her? Had he told Esme? Or was he such a good actor that Esme had read the signs wrong.

"After Tanya, I was sure Edward never would become the man I know he is. He's been too distance for too long but now, you've driven the rain away and the sun we know as Edward has finally come back."

"Who is Tanya?"

"Edward hasn't told you about Tanya?"


"As soon you have sobered up a little more, talk with Edward: as his wife, you have the right to know about Tanya and what kind of impact she had on his life." Bella just nodded continued eating her burger, now and then sipping to her Bloody Mary.

The names Kate and Tanya didn't leave her mind for a minute and Bella found herself looking out the kitchen window, waiting for Edward to drive by. And to pass the time, she listened to Esme's stories about foolish things her boys had done through time while nursing a beer or two.

Not usually a light weight, Bella could feel that the lack of food, a part from one single burger, she didn't have much to soak up the alcohol she had in her body, and the beers didn't help. She kept her tongue when she felt her head spin a little, the feeling of being a little drunk only welcoming after a rather bad day.

In the middle of a story about how Edward once had been so sad about his mother leaving for a girls trip to Spain, Bella saw Edward's Aston Martin drive by and she was out of her seat in no time, thanking Esme for everything, from the food and beer, to the funny stories.

Knowing she was on line of being only fuzzy to actually being drunk, Bella walked purposely down the road to their house with more questions in her mind than she liked.

"Edward," Bella called out as she entered the house, "I'm not letting you fuck me on the dining table until you've answered a few questions!" her voice carried through the house as she entered the living room.

"She's very charming, Edward," the voice caught Bella's attention.

"Ms. Denali, what are you doing here?" Bella asked, not sure if she was dreaming or not.

"I'm just here to see an old friend: it's been too long since I last saw our dear Edward here," the woman practically purred his name and Bella saw red.

"Bella, Kate and I have known each other since high school and she wanted to catch up a little before leaving town, as she's only here for today.

"I'm also here to tell you, Bella," her name sounded like acid on the woman's mouth, "That we were very impressed with you and that we would like to have you onboard with us, starting first of October."

"That's only in two weeks," Bella sobered for a second as she took in the good news.

"I do hope you will be ready," Ms. Denali smiled and Bella couldn't help to notice how she in a very Basic-Instinct-kind-of-way, uncrossed her legs, giving Edward a perfect view up under her very short dress.

"I will," Bella promised, feeling very territorial all the sudden as she watched the woman flash herself to Edward, shamelessly.

"Well, I think we've caught up enough for now, don't you think Kate?" Edward rose gracefully from his chair and escorted Kate out to her car.

Bella stood rooted to her spot as she listened to them say goodbye, a car door close and the car drive away, followed by the front door being closed.

"If I didn't know better, I would say you're jealous of Kate," Edward chuckled, wrapping his arms around Bella and resting his chin on her head, lightly.

"I'm not jealous but I don't particularly like her either. She interviewed me today, you see, and she wasn't so pleasant, rather stuck on you in fact. She kept asking about our relationship and if you were happy."

"And what did you say?"

"That I graduated best of my class, that if they would choose me, I would give everything I have and so on."

"I meant about me," Edward laughed.

"I did my best to avoid answering those questions, and those of Riley Volturi."

"Of who?" she felt Edward tens behind her and she knew that he had hear of Riley Volturi and his father.

"Yeah, son of Alec Volturi. Apparently he runs the European office in London and was in town when he heard that I had applied for the job."

"I don't want you anywhere near Volturi: I've heard stories about how he treats women, he and his father."

"I'm well aware of how they see women and feel that they are a waist of space, unless it comes to sex, so you can take my word that I'm not going anywhere near him. Besides, from what I heard, he's heading back to London any time now, so I'm not going to work with him in any close proximity.

"Well, if he's in London, I shouldn't be worried," Edward smiled crookedly. "Now, you loudly informed both Kate and me that you wouldn't let me fuck you before I've answered a few questions."

"The questions can wait," without warning, Bella threw her arms around his neck and crashed her lips against his.

Edward didn't hesitate responding and with ease, lifted Bella up so she could wrap her legs around his waist and so they could be face to face.

"And here I thought the questions were more important," Edward laughed, his eyes shining with humor as they held eye contact.

"They're not," Bella confirmed, attacking his neck with kisses.

"Is it safe to presume that this has something to do with Kate visiting unannounced?" without answering, Bella bit into the exposed skin of Edward's shoulder, making him utter his discomfort loudly before laughing, making Bella shake with his laughter. "Marking your territory."

Raising her head from Edward's shoulder, Bella smiled sheepishly, a light blush coloring her skin.

*** C R S ***

"So, what are these questions you wanted ask me?" Edward asked, two hours later. They was lying on the couch, Bella on top of Edward, resting her head on his chest.

"Who is Tanya?" Edward's fingers stopped stroking up and down Bella spin.

"Where did you hear that name?" his voice was flat and cold.

"Your mother mentioned her earlier today while we were having lunch. She kind of spiked my curiosity," Bella murmured as she felt Edward stiffening underneath her.

"Get up," Edward's voice was harsh and Bella couldn't understand the sudden change in his mood. "Get up, I said," he all but shouted when Bella took too long, not wanting to put too much pressure on any vital parts of him.

Edward quickly sat up, throwing Bella off balance and she felt herself slip of his lap, but his strong arms came around her waist just as the front door opened.

"I really hope you didn't fuck on the table: I eat there!" Paul's loud voice boomed through the house and Bella struggled to her feet so she could cover herself with a throw.

"Now is not a good time, Paul," Bella called over her shoulder and she covered herself with the throw.

"I'm just getting something to eat, not planning on watching the two of you get nasty," Paul laughed and Bella felt the hair on her neck stand in irritation.

"Not now!" Paul stopped in his tracks when Bella turned around. Wordlessly, he left the house. Turning her attention back to Edward, Bella barely caught a glimpse of his back as he walked upstairs.

Hurriedly, she followed him, almost tripping on the throw as she slipped of her shoulders. She rushed into the bedroom and into the closet, crashing into Edward's chest as she threw the door open. Stumbling backwards, she let go of the throw and was glad that Edward caught her once again.

"I'm going for a run," his voice was still flat and cold.

"We have to talk about this," Bella pleaded as he pulled on his running shoes. Without a second glance at her, he was out the door. "Edward!" Bella called after him but he didn't respond and she soon heard the front door slam.

Feeling the long and terrible day weigh down on her shoulders, Bella started the shower and turned on the radio. Enya filled the room as the shower filled the room with steam.

The warm water did nothing to soothe her tense body as it didn't sit in her muscles but her heart. Fear clouded her mind as she stood under the hot spray, fear that the good days of their marriage already would be over if he went back to the man she had met that day in Phil's office.

She stayed in the shower until the water started to run cold and her skin pruned. Wrapped in Edward's robe, as it was larger than hers, she curled up on top of the bed, feeling the tequila and beer still in her body.

"I've ordered pizza," Bella blinked as Edward's face came into focus. His hair was wet and he was wearing a white t-shirt. He both looked and smelled freshly showered.

"Not hungry," mumbled Bella and turned away from him.

"Don't act like this."

"Like what?"

"A child," Edward snapped.

"I'm not acting like a child, rather an angry wife whose husband refuses to tell her something about himself that might be crucial to their marriage." Bella voice matched Edward cold one from earlier.

"Tanya was my fiancé." The words froze Bella in her place and she waited for Edward to continue. "We became a couple in high school and the day I graduated high school, I asked her marry me. We kept it a secret from our parents for two years, but our last year, we couldn't keep it in longer and the next day, we were planning a wedding."

"Why didn't you marry her?" Bella asked in a whisper, turning around to look at him as he sat on the edge of the bed.

"Because she was fucking the school's football team. She had us all fooled because no one knew. She played her cards close to her chest and she was even engaged to three on the team."

"How did you find out?"

"At a party before graduation. We were supposed to go together but then she changed her mind. Apparently, she expected me to drop the party because she wasn't going. She gave the same story to everyone on the team but one. But then we all decided to join the party after all. The first thing we saw when we arrived where Tanya dry humping out quarterback. Everyone broke up with her that night and she became known for being a whore. Three weeks later, she called me, telling me that she was pregnant. Of course, I wanted paternity test, you know, one of those you can take early, and the baby was mine."

"You have a child?" Bella asked, surprised.

"No," Edward sighed, "I knew I would love this baby no matter the mother, but when I was on a trip to Amsterdam, she got an abortion and I haven't seen her since. It's a sorry excuse, but she kind of change my view of women for years, well until you and your big mouth came into my life."

The silence that filled the room following Edward's little confession was almost stifling and Bella struggled to find the right words to say.

"So you played football?" she asked after a while and she could see that it wasn't the question Edward had expected.

"Yes, I did."

"Do you have a jersey, a proof I mean?"

A small smile played on Edward's lips, "Yeah." He disappeared into the closet and returned a few seconds later with a blue and white jersey.

"May I?" Bella got up on her knees and held her hand out. The worn fabric was smooth between her fingers. Quickly, she undid the robe and it fell around her knees before she pulled the jersey over her head. "What do you think?" she asked with a soft smile on her lips and her hands on her hips.

"I think I want you," Edward threw himself on the bed, pulling Bella down with him and covering her body with his.

"Thank you," Bella whispered, brushing a few stray hairs away from his forehead before kissing him softly on the lips.