NOTE: The Twilight Saga and the names of the characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, I just modified their behaviors – some more than others :P

Chapter 5: "…Come With Me…"

My eyes followed Edward as he escorted my brother to the door. He shut it and gave me a crooked smile as he closed it behind him. What was that about? I wondered to myself and blushed. He really was sending me mixed signals. I couldn't tell if he was coming or going. He sat down in the chair kiddie corner to the loveseat on the side I was sitting.

"I'm sorry he didn't tell you about me… I mean my plan," Edward started. "I remember it was me, Aro, and Marcus sitting around bullshitting about how we could do something about the government. We knew we didn't want to be ass kissing lobbyists or whoremonger politicians, eventually we would become just like them. We all agreed that we would have to make our own 'country' to do anything about it. It started to get real when Aro was talking about ways to get people to populate the island outside of our friends and families. I had architect friends design villas and buildings appropriate for our climate on the island with maximum cooling efficiency for the extreme temperatures during the day. Once my family agreed to join us, Esme began to get excited about decorating the houses and even researched what produce would be suitable for farming on the island."

"All of this sounds very romantic and idealistic. The fact of the matter is that you have kidnapped up to 300 people and are forcing them to leave everything they have here and go to a remote island where they will probably never see their families again," I retorted.

"I don't want to talk about this with you right now," Edward breathed.

"What do you want to talk about?" I was bewildered.

"You."

I blushed then kicked myself for doing so, "What do you want to know?"

"You seem to carry the weight of your family on your shoulders. Your nephews may not have a mother, but they have a father. Why can't you step away and let him parent his kids? Have you done anything for yourself at all since you got back from college?"

"To be honest, my brother doesn't have any idea about the basic rules of parenting. He was always away doing gigs, and Jessica was left home to raise the boys. Her death was a big blow to the boys because they didn't really know their father. Jessica was everything to them. I didn't plan to live with my mother, brother, and nephews forever, but at the time I graduated they needed me. What else was I supposed to do? They're the only family I have, I am sure you can understand that, Edward."

"You have a BA in Art History. I know that because Marcus told me," Edward mused. "If you decide to come with us, I could set you up with a building to house an Art Museum on the island, of which you would be Curator. We have voluntary residents who are teachers, but I would also like to have someone teach art classes. I haven't found anyone for that position yet."

"Again with the idealistic and romantic ideas. And I am not an artist," I took a sip of my drink and shook my head at him, "People have kind of gotten used to getting paid for working. How do you expect to pay everyone?"

"There will be no need for them to get paid. They are living free on the island, we will have a community farm, residents are being taught to make clothes thanks to Alice, and anything we can't make or grow ourselves will be bought using our stock income from Petrobas, Telemar, and Ambev. Aro wanted this life so badly, he will continue to own and operate his airline from the island. He has given some information to the executive board about relocating to an island, didn't tell them where, but he plans to go back and forth when needed to handle his business after we are all settled.

I was surprised how he seemed to be opening up to me. "Why are you telling me all of this?"

"I want you to trust me. I want you to agree to come with us…. I want you to come with me." Edward moved and sat next to me on the loveseat, grabbed my hand and looked into my eyes.

I blushed again and felt something in my chest. The alcohol must've been getting to me. I couldn't move as he nuzzled his face into my hair. I heard him inhale deeply. This was moving too fast. I was beginning to succumb to whatever it was he was doing to me. My eyes rolled up into the back of my head.

"Think about that," he said, then stood up. "Your mother and nephews must be wondering what happened to you," he grinned and chuckled at me. "I'll leave this here," He gestured to the Tanqueray and Midori on the cart. "I'd like to have some more of that later," he said and put the bottles on top of one of the bookcases in my room. "Come with me," he took my hand as we exited the room.

After spending so much time in my room with Edward, we met up with our families in the Cullen's penthouse and had lunch. I listened as Esme and Rosalie discussed the villas on the island.

"Each villa has three bedrooms and two bathrooms, a living room, dining room, and small kitchens with mini-fridges. We don't want to encourage the residents to hoard food, so full kitchens will be limited to Edward's house, the main Cullen House and Dining Hall," Esme explained, "Laundry facilities will also be limited to outside, elevated, open air structures, the main Cullen House, and Edward's house.

"Why should only Edward's house have a full kitchen and Laundry?" Rosalie complained and Edward snickered.

"Because this is my operation. When you decide to take on populating an island you can design it any fucking way you want," Edward interjected, "Feel free to buy your own full kitchen, washer and dryer."

Rosalie huffed and jolted up from the table.

"That went rather well," Carlisle chuckled, "Edward, go easy on her. She is sacrificing a lot for you."

The rest of the day was rather uneventful. My mother went to her room, the boys and I went back to ours, and my brother returned to the Fifth Floor to his post. That night I picked up Casanova's book, got in the bed, and tried to read but I couldn't focus. My mind was consumed by Edward. I wondered what he was doing. It was tempting to go down the hall to the penthouse to go see him. I was angry at myself for even entertaining that thought. Why would he want to see me? I thought about some of the things he said to me throughout the day. …I want you to come with me. He was so attentive to me that afternoon. He genuinely seemed concerned about my nephew, my feelings and comfort, and also seemed to take my side in my anger against Marcus.

Marcus... I just couldn't understand how he could do this to us! I began to realize even though I had been held against my will, my own brother was responsible! Edward told me he would allow us to return to our lives if we wanted to. I wasn't sure I was ready to part from Edward. What was I thinking? Could I be held as an accomplice if this whole thing went badly? I was certain my brother would be implicated. I mulled everything over in my brain and came to the revelation if we were all going to Isle Esme, we should get the hell out of here soon before anyone gets caught, hurt, or killed.


I was so fucking confused! I kept having Freudian slips when I was talking to Bella that afternoon. That night I shut myself in my office and all I could think about was Bella. She must feel it too. What was I thinking? As if I haven't created enough work for myself, I was adding a woman to complicate things further. I imagined Bella sitting on top of my desk, the city lights a couple blocks away shining in the dark. I could see myself stroking her face as I ran my tongue over her luscious lips and then gently tugged on her bottom lip with my teeth. Oh boy... I unzipped my chinos and pulled out my now throbbing cock and twisted and pulled on the head and began to feverishly pump my dick. It didn't take long for me to come. I thought about ripping Bella's blouse off her and taking each nipple into my mouth while rubbing her hot wet slit. Ohhh fuuuuucccck! I knew she would feel so good. I wondered if she would moan for me and say my name. She said "Edward" earlier and that made my cock twitch and stir in my pants. I wondered if she noticed. That did it. I made a mess that squirted across the top of my desk and on to the floor. I quickly cleaned it up then went to my bathroom to take a cold fucking shower.

I didn't wait for the sun to come up. I wasn't sleeping anyway. Around 5 a.m. I figured that I had gone long enough without seeing her. I put on some baggy jeans to hide my now rock hard dick, crept out of the penthouse and down to Bella's room. I opened her door quietly. I could see the boys sleeping in their beds across from hers and I hoped I didn't wake them. What a fucking pervert I was! I stood by the door watching Bella sleep with her nephews in the same room. I wondered if she would want her own room. I should have Marcus come up here and stay with the boys. He could keep a radio with him and Chris would call him if he was needed downstairs. Bella definitely needed her own room, especially if I would give a repeat performance of stalking. I stood there and watched her stir in her sleep. One leg was out from under the covers and I could see she wore a long night shirt that rode up over her hips, revealing black cotton shorts. I had never seen either one of her legs bare before…she always wore jeans. The leg I saw was so beautiful. I longed to reach out and run my fingers from her calf up to her thigh… and higher. I wondered what she was dreaming about.

"Ohhhh..." Bella moaned!

Oh shit! I resisted the urge to whip out my cock and stroke it again. Instead I walked over to her and whispered in her ear, "Hey, wake up."

"Whaaa?"

"You were dreaming," I grinned at her.

"Here, put these on," I handed her the pair of jeans and sweatshirt she wore earlier that were draped over one of the chairs.

"What's going on? Why?"

"Just come with me."

"Not until you tell me where!" She yawned "What time is it?"

"It's just after five, and no, I'm not gonna tell you where we're going. It's a surprise. Go get dressed," I nodded my head towards the bathroom.

When she came out of the bathroom I handed her a jacket, "It might be a little cold, put this on too." She must've brushed her hair in the bathroom; it was done into a semi-neat bun at the nape of her neck. I longed to plant kisses below the bun on her neck and feel the wisps of her hair against my nose and cheek.

I took her by the hand and she didn't pull away. Not that she pulled away earlier, but it still seemed significant somehow. I closed the door quietly behind us and we walked up five sets of staircases to the roof. As we approached the railing, she gasped, "Oh, it's beautiful up here. Are we going to see the sun rise?" she asked.

"No, it's too early for that. The sun won't be up for another hour or more. I just wanted to show you this," I wrapped an arm around her waist and to my surprise she backed into me.

"I love seeing the city lights in the dark," she mused.

"Me too. I come up here almost every night, just thinking about all of this," I waved my hand in the air. I knew she knew what I was talking about.

"I just wish you could do this without harming other people."

"I know you think I'm a monster."

Silence.

"Are you talking about the people on the Fifth Floor?"

"Yes. You have already violated several laws by barricading us off in this building."

"The building is owned by a friend..."

"Ok, but you have effectively taken over a part of the city. You've abducted hundreds of people-"

"-Only about 100-"

"Why can't you let them go?"

"That's what bothers my family most. The abduction. Every day we are making progress with residents on the Fifth Floor. I told you before that those who are coming to terms with their captivity are being relocated to our floor. Once on our floor they are questioned and if they appear to be in agreement, we give them as much detail about the relocation without jeopardizing the plan or themselves. We tell them we are going to an island, we don't say where, and that we plan to stay there permanently. We explain the living arrangements and accommodations we will have once we arrive. If they do not seem to be in agreement, they are sent back to the Fifth Floor. If execution is not the answer to dealing with the hostile residents, what is your solution?"

"When we leave-"

I interrupted her again "When we leave? So does that mean you will come?"

"I don't think I have a choice. My brother is a part of this scheme and will take my nephews with him. I don't want to be apart from them forever. I want to be able to spend time with them whenever I want. So I guess my answer is yes. I will come with you and I am certain my mother will feel the same way."

"Good," I stroked her back.

"As I was saying… When we leave why not have Chris unlock the doors to their rooms and the rest of the building on our way out? This would work if we left at night. Threaten them with death if you must; to help prevent them talking about it. Leave a note or something. You took everyone's possessions the day I was taken. Tell them you still have all their cell phones, computers, and identification and that you can find them should they speak a word of it. Continue to keep them in the dark, don't tell them anything, then just let them go."

"What about those residents down there who already have a clue about what's going on? Do we let them escape?" I wondered.

"Whose names do they know? Do they know your name?"

"No. I make it a point to limit my acquaintance with any of them until I am one hundred percent sure of their loyalty, and even then I talk to very few people outside of my family and yours. They do not know Marcus, Chris, or Aro by name."

"Then I see no reason why that wouldn't work. Leaving at night would prevent them from rushing out of the building."

"I like the way your mind works, Bella."

"I just don't want anything to happen to my family. And I sure don't want to be implicated in this mess. Me having this conversation right now with you could make me an accomplice."

"This conversation is between me and you. No one ever needs to know," I gently turned her around to face me, looked into her eyes, and watched the blood rush to her face, creating a beautiful blush.

"If the sun isn't coming up for another hour or so, I think we should go back inside."

"If that's what you wish."

I took her to the kitchen off the Dining Hall and made a pot of coffee.

"What were you doing in my bedroom?"

"Now you ask," I laughed, "You wouldn't believe me if I told you, and don't try to drag it out of me, I won't tell you. Maybe later. Besides, I have something else on my mind."

"Oh?"

"What do you think about sleeping in your own room? Are you comfortable enough here? I think Marcus should sleep in there with the boys." I would've loved to have her in the penthouse, but this shit seemed to be moving much faster than I imagined so I didn't mention it. "Of course you can come and go as you please between your family's rooms," and mine. "Let me know and I'll have someone set it up for you."

"Thank you. I'll think about it."

"Are you hungry? Can I get you something?"

"No, I think I'd rather just have some coffee then go back to bed for a bit."

We sat and talked for another half hour then I walked her back to her room and hugged her. I really wished I could tell what was going on in her head.


Edward was stroking my face and combing his fingers through my hair. I tilted my head back and stood on my toes as he bent down to kiss me. The sandalwood mixed with Paul Mitchell hair products filled my senses and I felt tingly all over. His tongue entered my mouth and danced with mine. I could feel the hardness of him through his pants and rocked my hips towards his to feel it some more. I moaned. I heard a whisper in my ear.

Holy shit! Although I was happy to see him I was pissed as well. That was the best dream I had in a while. He said something about getting dressed and going somewhere. I knew it wasn't time for us to leave for Isle Esme yet. I would've heard talk about it via eavesdropping. He took me to the roof and I told him I would go with him to Isle Esme but I still had concerns about the residents on the Fifth Floor. He seemed to be willing to take my suggestion into consideration. Edward had me hook, line, and sinker and I wondered what I was getting myself into.


A/N: Looking for stock options? Petrobas, Telmar, and Ambev are some of the top Brazilian companies.

Well well! It appears that Edward and Bella are having sexy thoughts about one another, and only after 2 days and 5 chapters! I think a time jump is in order... but how far??

Reviews are appreciated but not required. Rob knows I don't review all the fucktastic fics I've read, it doesn't mean I love them any less, it's just a lot of the fics I read leave me SPEECHLESS!!!