Strangers

He walked into the bar as if he owned the place, breezing in without a care in the world. He was dressed in a dark brown suit, a maroon tie, shiny black dress shoes. Obvious wealth. His hair was styled into a bouffant of sorts, the bronze locks somewhat messy, but oh-so-sexy none the less. He was one of the most sought after men in the city, and was well aware of that fact. Although he was not stuck up or snobby, he had an air about him that told people he knew his place in society. He was Edward Cullen, one of the highest paid businessmen in New York City.

He walked over to the bar, sitting at a stool, next to a beautiful brunette. She had slightly curled hair to the middle of her back that fell around her shoulders in luscious waves. She was dressed in a strapless, cobalt blue, cocktail dress that accentuated her curves perfectly. The fabric bunched at her waist, where it cascaded down her body, stopping just above her knees. She was beautiful.

He turned to her, studying her closely.

"Well, hello." He said to the stranger next to him, a crooked smile playing across his face.

"What can I get for you?" A waitress said, appearing on the other side of the bar and attended to him, using a low, rough voice. But the attempt at seduction was lost on him, as he only paid attention to the beautiful woman seated beside him.

"Um, I'll have a Mint Mojito to start," He said, barely glancing in her direction.

"I'm Edward Cullen." He said to the brunette, reaching out his smooth hand for her to shake.

"Bella," She said smoothly, placing her small hand in his. "Bella…Swan. It's nice to be of your acquaintance."

He smiled, nodding.

They talked for a long while, "learning" quite a lot about each other. They also "learned" things about themselves.

He loved the way she laughed.

She loved the way he subconsciously ran his fingers through his hair.

He loved the way she bit her full bottom lip when she was uncertain.

She loved his eyes. Oh, his eyes. They were like emeralds, bright green emeralds, and they saw right through her, almost as if he was seeing into the very deepest part of her.

At one point, after the conversation had worn thin, he had grabbed her left hand, studying the expensive looking-very expensive looking- diamond wedding ring that was on the third finger of her left hand. He looked up at her, questions in his eyes, along with a little curiosity.

"So… he must be one very lucky guy." He said, looking into her eyes once again.

"He's amazing, I love him very much." She answered without missing a beat, looking at the twelve karat rock on her finger.

"Really? Well, you should see my wife. She's beautiful, and she is definitely more than I deserve." He said, glancing at his own wedding band.

"Oh, is she now?" She asked, sounding indifferent. "She's has to be pretty lucky to get a catch like you."

"Well," He said, chuckling at the flattery, "She's a fighter, she's a lover. And she's better than me in more ways than I can count. She's the giver I wish I could be, always giving more than she takes. I would buy the world for her, if I could. But she hates me spending money on her, I don't understand it. And I love her more than words can describe." He said nonchalantly.

"She's very lucky." She said, watching him closely.

"Maybe… but you know what?" He asked, moving closer to her.

"What?" She asked, sounding genuinely curious.

"I am far luckier to even have her in my life, much less to be married to her…"

"Really?" She asked skeptically.

"Oh, yes."

"Hmm…"

He looked at her for a moment, his eyes darkening with an unknown emotion. He leaned in again, until he was right by her ear.

"How about we go to my place… Mrs. Cullen."

I think this is probably one of the best one shots I've written! Please review!

Xoxo, Emmyscool10 :))))