Pushing off my desk, I reached out and shook the hand Aro offered me. Agitated with the situation I'd created and Isabella's lack of response, I got right to the point. "Were you able to get the papers I asked for drawn up this morning?"
Shifting from one foot to the other, Aro looked a bit apprehensive. "Edward," he said, holding up a hand. "I would have to advise you against what you are doing; it's not wise, Sir."
"I don't need your damn advice, Aro," I snapped, losing control. "And last time I checked, I was the one paying your fucking salary. So, if or when, I need your advice, I'll fucking pay for it. Now," sitting back behind my desk, "Do. You. Have. The. Papers I asked for?" I asked again slower than the first time.
Grudgingly, Aro extended the folder containing the documents I had him draw up. "Thank you," I said rather tersely. My patience was quickly wearing thin with him.
Flipping open the document, I gave it a cursory glance to make sure everything was in order. "Err… hem..." Aro noisily cleared his throat. "I know it's none of my business, but, Edward..." he paused when I glared daggers at him.
Swallowing thickly, he somewhat bravely continued on. "What you're giving her is... is... it's absurd, Edward! How can you be sure that she won't call your bluff? Are you really willing to risk everything? For a girl? She's merely a child, incapable of..."
"Aro, if you know what's good for you, you will stop talking," I hissed low and menacing. Pausing for dramatic effect, I casually laid the open folder across my desk.
Rising to my full six foot five inches, I planted my hands in the center of my desk, bringing me practically face-to-face with Aro. "Not that I have to answer to you, Aro, but yes, Isabella is worth fucking everything to me and then some. And, I expect you to neither agree with nor understand my decision, but you will respect the goddamn six figures that I pay you! Now collect your check for the services you've rendered from Victoria and get the fuck out of my office!"
Angered beyond belief and at my wits end, I picked up my phone, and I sent Isabella one last text.
B – Isabella, but if I don't hear from you by 5 o'clock today, I'm coming over. I know I fucked, but baby please… let me make this right. I need to make this right. I love you and our babies more than life itself. – E
I was tired of these childish games, tired of spending night after night away from my family. The fact that Emmett showed up the other day with a box of Cuban cigars and a bottle of Maker's Mark, and not to kick my ass proved that she still loved me.
Isabella didn't owe me a goddamn thing, but she still kept my secret. Somewhere deep inside, she has to still love me. And I plan to hold on to that tiny shred of hope. I planned to do or give up whatever it took to win back my girl. And I vow to never fuck up again!
One way or another, Isabella and I would talk.