Description: This twist of fate story finds Edward Masen, CEO of Cullen Enterprises, getting thrust into the life that he would have had if he never left for college in New York after high school.
~Originally based on the movie/story 'Family Man'(but we get much darker). No copyright infringement intended. I do not own 'Twilight' or 'Family Man', all sequential chapters apply.
AH, AU, E/B, OOC, EPOV, Rated M for citrusy goodness and adult language.
Drama, angst, some laughs, and as always with my stories, a HEA (Happily Ever After)
Warning! - This story does contain an abortion and a suicide attempt in later chapters. If this offends you, then you may not want to read.
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~Chapter 1 – Intentions~
"That's so weird," Bella said unexpectedly.
"What?" I replied concerned.
"The sky…it looks darker somehow," she said warily.
"Darker?" I questioned with a laugh. "How so? The stars are out, the moon is bright, and we've even already seen three shooting stars."
We were lying on the roof of her father's house, and like we had done so many times before whenever it was clear out, we were lazily watching the night sky and enjoying our time together – at least I thought we were before she got all ominous on me.
"I don't know what it is…it's just darker," she murmured before visibly shaking. "See, I've got the willies!" She held her arm up closer to my face, and pulled her sleeve up so I could see the goose-bumps there.
I smiled and grabbed her arm before kissing it gently.
"It's just cold out," I whispered to her, then brought my lips to her neck and began kissing there.
"It's more than the cold," she said, but her worry was definitely melting away as my kissing trailed down to her collarbone.
"Well, cold or eerie feeling aside, it's about to get a whole hell of a lot warmer out," I mumbled against her skin, and began unbuttoning her pants.
"We're on a roof," she protested feebly.
"And?" I said while pushing my hand down under her panties, and effortlessly finding my desired location. Despite her false weak verbal objections to my current hand position, her body was definitely singing a different story. As I began circling her moist sensitivity, her hips started lightly rocking to enhance the motion.
"Edward," she breathed.
"Uh huh," I said carelessly.
"My dad will be home soon," she said, which immediately made me pull back.
She had asked me to stop, but when I did pull away, she whimpered and tried to pull me back, but I needed to make something perfectly clear.
"Babe, do me a favor and never mention your dad while I'm touching you like that again," I demanded.
"Oh, I'm sorry, I'm just….."
"Paranoid, I know," I said flatly.
"Ok, forget about it and let's go back inside," she told me. She started getting up so she could collect the blanket and snacks we had brought up, but I pulled her back into me.
"If you're dad is going to come home, he probably wouldn't think to look for you up here," I growled playfully and resumed kissing down her neck.
"Do you really want to fuck me on the roof….where anyone can walk past and see us?" she asked incredulously.
"Yes," I stated. She huffed, but I couldn't help but laugh at her. "No one is out walking right now, and even if they were, no one would have any desire to look up here….and even if they did, they couldn't see anything anyway," I reasoned.
I reopened her pants, but instead of just moving my hand inside, I pushed them down so I could remove them. When she lifted her hips so I could pull them down completely, I smiled to myself knowing she wanted it as much as I did – but of course she did, the woman was always just as horny as I was.
After I pulled her pants off of her ankles, I quickly moved to work on her shirt, and when that was successfully removed as well, I took a moment to admire what was mine.
God, she was beautiful.
Every part of Bella Swan was perfect, and I thanked my lucky stars that she has such poor judgment as to agree to date me in the first place.
I kissed her lips as she sat up to begin removing my clothes, but we both suddenly slipped an inch down the slop of the roof, which caused us to pause. We stared at each other for a minute, and then laughed before picking up right where we left off.
When we were both as naked as the day we were born, I moved over her and positioned myself between her legs, but she pushed me back.
"Say it," she demanded.
"What?" I played dumb, just as I always did before having sex.
"You know what," she said frustrated. She was just as desperate as I was for a release in that moment, but like always, she refused to continue until I told her what I knew she was waiting for.
"I love you," I told her casually.
"Nope, not good enough," she said before scooting farther away from me.
"Come on babe, my cock is throbbing here…and it's fucking cold," I complained.
"What, do you miss the days before I went on birth control and you had to wear a condom?" she asked smugly. "I'm sure that thin piece of rubber would be good for your frozen cock right now."
"Oh, hell no," I said quickly. "Nothing is better than going bareback. But it is fucking cold babe, please," I said like a moron. I felt like a total pansy sitting naked on a roof, begging my girlfriend for sex, but I would if I had to, because the truth was that I did love her, and I was being stupid for refusing her. It was a simple demand on her part, and for the life of me, I had no idea why I always pretended it was difficult to say.
"Last chance before I close up shop for the evening," she said while grabbing her bra and motioning like she was going to put it back on.
"Bella Swan, I love you more than anything in the entire world," I told her sincerely.
She smiled triumphantly at me, and then reached forward and grabbed the back of my neck to pull me back into her.
I held her for a minute and just savored our kisses, but then my previous eagerness swooped back in to regain control of me, so I pushed into her as slowly as possible. A friend of mine had recently told me that the best way to satisfy a woman was to go slow at first while massaging her clit, and then to gradually pick up pace; I wanted nothing more than for Bella to feel good and satisfied, not that I ever left my woman unsatisfied or anything, but I wanted it to be the best possible, so I was trying to follow my friend's advice.
"Oh Edward," she muttered in my ear, and as badly as I tried to hold on to sanity and reason, I completely failed. Her silky voice rolling over my name was such a turn on that I lost all control, and began pounding into her like there was no tomorrow.
Bella always felt so amazing, and regardless of the number of times we had sex, I knew I would never get bored or desire anyone else. She was like heroine, and I was entirely addicted and serving a life sentence. It didn't matter that we were both only eighteen, I couldn't imagine my life without her, and there wasn't anything I would ever let come between us.
Perhaps it was the new semi-public location, but I erupted into her stronger than I could remember ever doing before. I continued to push in and out as I felt her body tighten around me; it was absolute nirvana.
But, as if on cue, headlights flashed from the ground below, and I knew our fun for the night was over. Stupid fucking police chief.
"My dad's home," Bella whispered languidly.
"You don't seem to care," I said equally careless.
"I will…I feel like maybe I might care….in a few minutes…after this pulsating numbness goes away," she said, sounding a bit drunk. We had taken a bottle of vodka up there to share, but it went mostly untouched; she was just high on my mad fucking skills. I decided then to never listen to anybody else's advice about sex again; I knew how to take care of my woman, and that was all that mattered on the topic.
"He'll probably go check in your room for you," I said, and then pulled away to get dressed.
"Wow, look whose being the responsible one," she teased.
"I know; what the fuck is wrong with me?"
We got dressed, and then hurried back through her window just as Chief Swan was unsurprisingly coming through the door to check on her.
"Hey dad," she said casually.
"What the hell are you doing coming through the window?" Charlie grumbled with a scowl towards me.
"We were up on the roof, dad. No biggie," she said unfazed before going over and kissing her father on the cheek but continuing past him towards the stairs. "Come on, Edward," she called me, so I lowered my eyes like a fucking coward, and walked past the chief.
"You're fucking insane," I whispered lovingly in her ear when we got downstairs. She just smiled at me, and rubbed my stomach, which she knew always calmed my nerves.
"Dad, we ordered pizza; I'm sure it's still warm," she told her father when he finally got to the kitchen after us.
"Oh…well, thanks," he mumbled. He grabbed four slices and a beer, and then went into the living room to watch baseball. "Have you been up on the Mariners this season?" Charlie asked me casually over his shoulder. Bella's father never really liked me, but he tolerated me for her sake. He had been a friend of my father's in the past, but after he arrested him for a DUI, they hadn't really spoken, and Charlie seemed to lump me in with my father's irresponsibility.
"Uh…I haven't seen a game in awhile, but," I shrugged.
Charlie mumbled something, but it was obvious I wasn't meant to respond any more. His moment of self-forced attempt to converse with me, had past and we were both grateful for it.
"Ok…well, we're going out," Bella said quickly.
"It's late," Charlie said after looking at the clock.
"Dad, we're eighteen," she reminded him, so he grumbled some more, but didn't try to stop us from leaving again. "Get your keys," she told me quietly, and believe me, she didn't have to ask twice.
"So…where to, my lady?" I asked playfully when we got into my car.
"Let's go to your house," she said after a minute.
I scrunched my face in detest. "Why? My dad is probably drunk and naked on the kitchen floor," I whined, knowing she was going to insist.
"Oh come on, I haven't seen him in like a month," she said with a smile, knowing I'd go anywhere she wanted.
"Fine, but if he hits on you again…."
She rolled her eyes. "He never hit on me. He simply said you should hold on to me."
"While looking down your shirt," I added.
"He's harmless," she said dismissively.
I sighed. "Fine, but if he is drunk, we're leaving right away."
"Deal," she agreed.
Bella was actually right about my father, he was harmless; I was just embarrassed as hell of him. He was a smart guy who just….gave up after my mother died, and he was never able to crawl out of his rut. He and my mother had big dreams of owning their own vineyard, so the year before I was born, they found one for sale on the outskirts of Forks, and moved from their home in Chicago. The only problem was, the vineyard was garbage, and never produced good enough grapes to turn into wine. But my parents loved it regardless, and that's where we called home…crappy vines and all.
However, that evening, as Bella predicted, something was different.
"We did it!" my father came running out of the house cheering when we pulled up. Bella smiled at him and jumped in circles right along with him as he celebrated.
"Did what?" I asked him annoyed. My father didn't respond, he just kept jumping and dancing with a happy but clueless Bella. "Did WHAT?" I yelled again.
"We made wine, son; we made WINE!" he screamed towards the sky. He turned back to me and placed his hands on my shoulders. "God has finally given us a break. We had a good harvest this past season, and we will finally be able to become a real working vineyard."
"That's amazing," Bella said enthusiastically. "Congratulations."
"It's not just my victory, my dear girl, it's our victory." He wrapped one arm around her, and then grabbed me with the other. "This is a family business, and you two will take over when you're older, and then your kids will inherit it, and so on and so forth."
I tried to control it. I tried to bite my fucking tongue and let him have his moment, but I just couldn't do it.
"NO!" I yelled and shook out of his embrace. "I'm not like you. I don't want to waste my fucking life working in shit poor soil for fucking fruit, and I don't want to stay in fucking Forks forever," I said harshly.
Bella and my father both looked at me shocked and hurt.
"Edward…this was our dream…your mother's dream," he said slowly.
"So? It's not mine."
"Now son, I realize I haven't been the best father for you, but all that's history now. I'm going to fix this…I'm going to fix our family and be better."
"It doesn't matter," I told him. "You're too late, dad. You haven't been here – not really anyway; I'm an adult now, and I've found my own way. I have dreams and goals of my own, and they have nothing to do with grapes or wine."
"I'm sorry," my father said quietly. "You're right; I've never asked you what you want. What do you want, son? What dreams do you have?"
I stared at him for a minute, then shook my head. "It doesn't fucking matter," I mumbled before turning away.
"Yes, it does. I'll be able to hire people to help me here, but you will always be my son," he said intensely.
I locked my jaw, and then sighed. "I want to get a degree in business; real business, the kind where I live in a high rise and wear expensive suits every day. I want a fucking Porsche."
Something made me glance over at Bella, and she looked completely shocked. Surely I had told her about my desire to move to the city one day…surely we talked about it before…didn't we? My plans always included her and it never occurred to me that she may have different plans. I suppose in that sense, I was no better than my father expecting me to do what he wanted.
"I had no idea," my father said solemnly, bringing my attention back to him.
"Of course, you didn't. All you have cared about since mom died….was you. You're nothing but a fucking drunk, and look, now you're making wine. Surprise fucking surprise," I said bitterly, before turning back to my car.
I really didn't know why I was so angry. I should have been happy for my father; I should have smiled and said 'thanks, but no thanks.' But I couldn't stop the rage building just below the surface.
I resented him - for all the years I went hungry at school because he forgot to pay the cafeteria and didn't stock the fridge for me to make my own lunch to bring. I was pissed because I had to clean up his messes time after time, and there he was, wanting me to do it again. But most of all, I still hated him for the accident he caused, which resulted in my mother's death. He wasn't drinking that time, but I still blamed him and could never shake that feeling.
"Come on, Bella," I told her evenly, and waited in the driver's seat for her to get in the car.
She glanced at me, and then turned back to my father. She said something quietly to him, but I really didn't care to listen, and then she kissed his cheek before getting in the car.
I screeched the tires as I spun the car around, and sped off the property. Bella and I didn't speak as I drove her back home, but the tension was thick, and I knew she was pissed at me.
When we arrived in front of her house, I turned the car off, and we continued to sit there in strained silence.
"Just say something," I said finally.
"What do you want me to say?" she asked evenly.
"I don't know….yell at me for yelling at him. Be pissed because we haven't really talked about leaving Forks yet, and there I was shoving it in his face. Just say anything."
She took a deep breath. "Do you really want to leave, or were you just saying that to hurt your dad?"
"No…look, despite my….issues with him, I really didn't mean to explode like that. But…yes, I want to leave."
"And where does that leave us?" she asked stiffly. I knew what she was doing; she was withholding her emotions because she didn't want my decision to be based on how she felt. But what she didn't realize was that my decision was based on her. I refused to leave without her.
"It doesn't change anything about us. We go together, or I don't go."
She laughed once humorlessly. "What am I supposed to do in Seattle?" she asked.
"Well…I was thinking more like New York."
"New York? Edward, I can't move across the country!" she exclaimed.
"Why not?" I asked frustrated. "Bella, what's so good about here? The kind of people who stay here, are the kind with no ambition; small town people with small ideas who are happy with mediocrity. I'm not one of those people, Bella."
"Well, what if I am?" she asked, taking me aback.
"You're not. You are so much better than anyone else here, and staying would just be a waste of how amazing you are."
"There is nothing wrong about here. And who's to say I'm better than anyone else? That's just cold, Edward. There are good people here; we could have a good life here if you just let us. I could never live in the city. I could never be so far from home and my family."
"Of course you could. You always said you wanted to be a writer….a journalist, right? What better place is there for that, then New York?"
She stared at me for a moment, and I could have sworn that she was trying to picture it, but then she shook her head. "It's just not me."
"No, it could be you, but you're scared. But baby, there isn't anything to be afraid of as long as we stay together."
She bit her bottom lip, and then unexpectedly wrapped her arms around my neck. "I love you so much," she cooed.
I smiled into her hair. "I love you too, and that's never going to change. Hey look at me," I pulled away from her slightly and then raised her chin so she would look me in the eyes. "I promise you, if you hate it there, we'll come back. Nothing in the world matters more to me, then you."
She nodded. "And nothing matters more to me than you, so I'll go…but…"
"But nothing. Everything will work out, it has to."
We spent the next couple of weeks looking into what it would take to move. Apartments, jobs, schooling; it was all so fucking expensive, and I was beginning to lose hope.
And then it happened.
"Holy fucking shit!" I yelled when I opened the letter. Bella was at my place looking at the New York Classifieds, so she looked up, momentarily startled by my outburst.
"What…what is it?" she asked anxiously.
I can't believe this," I said overwhelmed by the gravity of the moment. I turned quickly, and knocked one of my father's wine bottles off the table. I looked down as it fell, and strangely enough, it seemed to be in slow motion. It was like that moment when you know pain is coming, and there wasn't anything you could do about it. The bottle was going to hit the floor...and it was going to break.
Except it didn't.
Instead of shattering on the tile floor, the bottle bounced once, and then began spinning. For whatever reason, I couldn't take my eyes off the spinning, and I suddenly became dizzy from it.
"Edward, are you ok?" Bella asked me concerned. "Edward?" she repeated when I didn't answer her right away.
"What? Oh sorry," I said while shaking my head and trying to wake up from my brief stupor. I bent over and picked up the bottle, before setting it aside and trying to refocus on the amazing news I just received. "Out of the four hundred applicants, I've been chosen for a full scholarship at the New York School of Business."
"That's…great," she said with all the enthusiasm she could muster. I knew she wasn't really happy about it, but I was also convinced that if she did end up hating it, we would return to Washington and I could work out of Seattle. I would make life good for both of us, I knew I could.
"Yeah, and as soon as we hear back about you journalism internship at Times, we can finally make some real plans."
"Great," she said with a forced smile.
But then reality set in. Apparently my room and board was going to be covered by my scholarship, but I wasn't allowed to have Bella in the dorms with me. Which was fine, I didn't have to live in the dorms to get the scholarship, so I continued to look into apartments….except, with my schedule at school, I wouldn't be able to work….
"It's ok…I'm just going to skip school and try to get a good enough job full time to support us," Bella offered.
"No, I can't let you do that," I said hopelessly. "It's fine…we'll just…stay here. I'll go to the local college and work my way to a business degree. It won't be much different in the long run."
"Edward, this is your dream," Bella said intensely. "I can't let you give it up for me."
"No, you're my dream," I told her honestly. "All that I care about is being with you."
"Ok…how about this…you go to school in New York, I'll go here, and when we graduate, I'll move out there to be with you."
"Bella, I don't want to live away from you," I reiterated.
"The next four years will fly by; you'll see. We'll see each other whenever we can; holidays and breaks. It'll be fine," she assured me.
I told her no, and insisted that I was going to stay with her, but the more she tried convincing me, the more my persistence was faltering. We were solid. If anyone could withstand a long distance relationship, it was us.
So two weeks later, I packed my bags, and Bella drove me to the airport.
"Five months….five months, and then I'll be back for Christmas," I said to her, but was really talking to myself. I needed to psych myself into leaving her; otherwise I'd never be able to get on the plane. "And we have email…and letters…and…"
"We'll be fine," she said while rubbing my stomach soothingly.
"This isn't a good idea," I said with a gulp. "Tell me to stay."
"No. You need to go," she said supportively. "Just promise me you'll be back."
"Of course I'll be back," I said, slightly offended in her lack of faith.
"I promise I'll be back." I wrapped her in my arms one last time, and then kissed her passionately before forcing myself to let her go.
"I love you," she whispered.
I smiled. "I love you too," I said effortlessly, which made her grin widely. I grabbed my carry-on bag, pulled my ticket out of my pocket, and then took two steps away from her. "I'm going to marry you Miss Swan. It's only a matter of time."
"You better," she said strongly. "I'll be waiting."
****We take a spin into present day next, but we'll be jumping around a bit throughout the story.
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