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8/30/2019

Episode Eighty-five: Buttons

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Episode Eighty-five: Buttons

Warning: this episode contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

After our delicious dumpling dinner, Edward kissed me the entire drive home. His big hand slid up my thigh underneath the polka-dotted dress as he did until it was pushed high up on my hip. Thankfully, there was a curtain between the driver and us. My lipstick was still intact despite his best efforts, though.

I sauntered to the front door, almost drunk with our passion. Holding his hand, I pushed in the security code with the other. He liked that it was my birthday but thought it was a little too obvious, so he rearranged it.

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It took twice because he kept kissing my neck and distracting me, making me mess up.

As soon as the front door closed behind us, Edward picked me up over his shoulder surprisingly. I squealed, grabbing onto the back of his jacket. Laughing, he readjusted me carefully. He made sure to push my dress up over my ass as he did, kissing my thigh as he took me back to the bedroom. I giggled, dropping my purse to the foyer floor.

Edward stood me up in front of the bed, bringing me into an intense kiss. Backing us up slowly, he pushed me playfully onto the mattress. Unhurriedly he crawled over me, still fully dressed. My hands ran over his chest, smoothing over his shoulder under his jacket.

His lips never left mine, desperate and needy. Though we had made out some in the shower, we hadn't been together since before Demetri came and it was evident that we missed each other. When added to his unbridled joy… It was a wild mix.

Edward’s long fingers tried to work on the buttons on the front of the dress as we continued to make out, but he quickly got frustrated. He buried his face in my neck before nipping at my collarbone where the butterfly was. He actually growled, only getting the top one.

Grabbing either side of my collar, he yanked the dress open so hard that all the buttons dramatically popped off and flew everywhere. I gasped in surprise as his eager hands found their way to my breasts right away, squeezing them roughly through the lace fabric. I had worn matching red panties and a bra to go with my shoes and dress. It came undone in the front, and I quickly unhooked it for him. I actually really liked it, and I needed to feel his skin against mine.

Pulling away from me for a moment, he took something out of our drawer of fun stuff. Edward took my hands and brought them over my head while kissing my neck to distract me. Linking the leather cuffs we had through the iron grates of his bed frame, he bound my wrists in places. I laughed at the suddenness of it. His fingers dragged slowly down my wrists to my shoulders.

“Really?” I giggled, feeling a little ticklish.

He chuckled, biting his bottom lip as he looked me over. It was apparent that he was pleased with how I looked. “Yeah. Really. Is that okay?”

"I'm not going to stop you, but you have to get my dress fixed," I teased as I dragged my foot along his calf. “This one wasn’t five dollars, Edward.”

“I’ll just buy you a new one,” he muttered as he began to kiss my exposed chest, his hands sliding down my arms as he did. Playfully, his lips moved down my stomach. Edward traced my freckles before his fingers gripped my breasts tightly. He pushed his face into them, squeezing them both with his hands roughly, kissing the sides. Goosebumps raised along my arms, my head falling back. It felt so good, his warm breath spreading over my skin as he did. My hips rocked towards his, wanting more.

Then his phone began to ring loudly in his jacket. It was Jasper’s ringtone. Sitting up, he pulled his phone from his pocket with a great big cocky smile.

"Well, hello, darling," he said cheerfully as he answered. My boyfriend was smiling down at me wickedly as he began to play with my belly button, switching the phone to speaker so I could hear the conversation.

His voice was booming loudly, and I realized Eddie was still happily out playing. It made me even more excited for the night. Edward was intense, but Eddie was mischievous.

“Congratulations!” Jasper said boisterously, his voice very light. “I’m so proud of you!”

“Mm, thank you,” he smirked to himself as he pushed my dress to the side to expose more of my chest. His tongue rested at the corner of his mouth while he toyed with my nipple.

Our boyfriend had no idea what we were doing, obviously. “What are you two going to do to celebrate?”

“Well…” Eddie drew out cheekily. “We already went to eat because I was too nervous to beforehand and now I currently have our gorgeous girlfriend tied to the bed with her perfect tits out," he said devilishly, leaning his head to one side as he watched me. He didn’t have a single drop of alcohol, but he was obviously a little drunk with his win. As if to make a point, he pinched one of my nipples roughly, making me moan in surprise.

“Oh, fuck," I heard Jasper whisper quietly. "I wish I were there." The lightness in his tone was gone in an instant, and his voice dripped with sex. My entire face felt hot, the goosebumps moving to my stomach.

He slowly traced one finger under my breast. “So do I. You could help me fuck her until she can’t walk,” he said with a confident smirk, twisting my nipple again. My eyes rolled back into my head. “Would you like to see how beautiful she looks?”

“Mm, yes, please,” he purred.

He turned on the Facetime feature. I could see that my cheeks were a wild shade of red, my eyes wide with arousal. My lipstick still looked good, though. I couldn’t focus on that long because he pinched my nipple again. My head fell back, gasping in pleasure as my thighs pressed together.

“Fuck. Isn’t she a pretty little thing.”

Licking his lips for a moment like he was about to devour me, Edward asked, “what should I do to her?” He then stood from the bed suddenly and actually walked out of the room.

I laughed loudly, trying to figure out what he was doing until he came back very quickly with his laptop. I couldn’t hear the muffled conversation they were having as he left, but they were certainly talking about something.

He opened it up to Skype and put it on the table beside us so that it was angled towards the bed. Jasper was watching me hungrily. Playfully, I waggled my fingers at him in greeting.

“Aw, the joys of the internet,” I said coyly.

Edward threw off his jacket dramatically, chunking it across the room before he kicked off his shoes. “It really is a wonder, isn’t it?” He said very seriously.

And then he literally jumped on top of me, carefully landing so that he could kiss my belly button. I squealed and laughed again, twisting underneath him.

“Don’t make me ticklish!” I complained in a high-pitched giggle.

"Okay," he chuckled, then licked all the way up to my nipple just to make me squirm. He brought it between his teeth and gave it a gentle tug. "What shall I do to her, love? What would you like to watch?" Edward was looking at the screen as he kissed between my breasts again.

“I don’t even know where to start. God, you both look so good,” he said in a warm voice. “Take off your shirt first, darling. I want to see you.”

Edward lifted up and threw it off. Then he began to push my dress further up my hips, stopping before he got to the apex of my thighs. I lifted up some so it could go under my ass. He sat back on his knees and brought one of my legs up on his shoulder so that he could kiss my ankle. His fingers trailed up and down my calf.

“I’m not going to lie… These shoes turn me on,” he mumbled when he kissed the top of my foot. “I want to see you in these and nothing else.”

“You have expensive tastes.”

“Yeah,” he chuckled before he slid his hand down the underside of my calf to the back of my knee, his eyes flicking towards the screen. “Take your shirt off,” Edward told Jasper in a soft command. He watched with a little smirk on his lips, stroking my thigh as he did. “I want to see you, too.”

Quickly, he tugged off his shirt. It was evident that he had been working out really hard at the gym too. Every muscle in his shoulders was perfectly sculpted.

“Kiss her thighs,” he breathed wantonly.

Edward obliged, slowly kissing down my calf and over my knees as he sunk down onto his stomach. With one leg over his shoulder still, he kissed the very inside of them. “You’re so soft,” he moaned against my skin, sending shockwaves up my thighs.

“What do your panties look like, dove?”

I tried to focus, my heart pounding a million miles an hour. My legs were already shaking with anticipation. “They kind of match my shoes. They’re red and lacey,” I breathed out, watching him on the screen. His eyes were running over me, obviously enjoying the special show.

“Give her a nice little hickey on the inside of her thigh.” I actually squeaked when Edward began to suck, making our boyfriend chuckle. “Mm, use your teeth.”

“Oh!” I gasped as he bit into my skin, sucking harder at the spot he picked. “Oh…" I wanted to push my legs together, the arousal pulling at my stomach.

“That’s it, darling. Lick her through her panties. Nice and slow,” he said confidently.

He looked up for just a moment. “Like this?” Edward practically purred as he began to run his tongue between my legs over the thin lace, tasting me thoroughly.

“Yes,” I answered, my hips flexing up towards his mouth.

“I love watching what you can do with your tongue,” Jasper sighed, sitting back in the frame a little bit. He was slowly stroking himself as he watched. He was on his bed, the white sheets all around him in nothing but his boxers.

“I can’t wait to show you all the things it can do,” he answered back smugly. As if to make a point, he dipped down low between my legs and back up again.

A wild shiver ran down my spine. “Fuck,” I whimpered.

“Make her soak her pretty little panties, darling,” I heard Jasper say next as my eyes sank shut in pleasure.

“Oh, my god. I love this," I blurted out, my legs already shaking around his head as he played with me. His tongue moved over my clit over and over again, swirling in a perfect tight circle. I knew my heels were digging into his back, but I couldn't help it. "Oh!" I gasped when I came.

“Oh, yeah. That’s it,” Edward hummed but didn’t stop, though his licks became slower.

“I don’t think they’re wet enough. Finger her.”

His fingers slowly pushed the fabric to the side before sliding deeply inside of me. He continued to suck on my clit through my lacy panties, curling them deep inside of me. Edward instantly knew where to touch, finding the right spot inside of me.

“FUCK!” I nearly shouted, arching up towards him in intense pleasure. One of my heels tumbled off of my foot and thwacked to the floor loudly behind us. My barefoot moved to his shoulder. “Mmm… oh… Fuck.”

“Bella,” Jasper called to me. “How wet are your panties now, my dove?”

I looked at him, only able to focus on Edward’s fingers inside of me, and Jasper’s hand wrapped around his thick cock. “Fuck…”

“Answer me,” he commanded firmly.

“So wet. Fuck,” I said a little too loudly. He chuckled a little to himself.

“My, I bet the neighbors can hear you,” he teased. “Darling, take her panties off now. Why don’t you put them in her mouth? I think she’s going to get even louder when you fuck her,” he said in the sexiest voice. I watched him on the screen as he touched himself, my skin visibly red hot and covered with sweat in the small corner picture.

Edward removed my wet panties and crawled up my body again, pecking tiny kisses all the way. He gave me a deliciously slow and teasing one before balling them up and shoving them in my mouth. Then he kissed my nose with a fiendish chuckle.

"Now, finish getting undressed for me."

Our boyfriend got off the bed and undid the button of his very tight jeans. He pushed them down his muscular thighs along with his briefs, his erection coming to stand at attention right away. He took it into his hands and slowly stroked it for several long seconds. I was so ready for it.

“I wish I could suck on your cock right now,” Edward said to him softly. “I want to taste you both.”

Jasper’s head fell back against his headboard. “Damn. You will soon, darling. I promise,” he replied in a strained voice as he continued to stroke himself. “Fuck her. Make her cum again.”

My other shoe fell off as he put both of my legs onto his shoulders. I was literally bent totally in half as he pressed into me. His hand dug into my thighs while the other slipped between my legs.

It was probably a good thing I had my panties in my mouth. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I screamed against them. His middle finger smoothed along my clit over and over again, not stopping at one or two. I lost count somewhere along the way.

“Yes!” Edward growled when he finished. He huffed, pressing his face in between my breasts. We were both lucky I was flexible. He let go of my legs gingerly before looking up at the screen and then me. His cheeks were bright pink.

I looked up at him and sort of wiggled my eyebrows, making him laugh.

“How are you?” Jasper teased playfully.

“Fuck, well… That was nice.”

“Yes, it was,” he said with a satisfied little voice.

Edward pulled the panties from my mouth and quickly kissed my lips. “You going to let me go?” I joked after. “Or are you going to keep me here forever?”

"Yeah, I guess I’ll set you free," he mumbled jovially. Slowly, he moved his fingers up my arms before carefully letting my wrists go. When they were, I put both of my hands on his cheeks to pull him into a passionate kiss. He chuckled against my mouth, hugging me tightly.

Then I got off the bed to finally shed my now ruined dress. "I wonder if we'll find all the buttons," I mused as I stripped nude. Leaning over into the frame for Jasper, I innocently batted my eyelashes. I looked like I had just been used and abused, but I rather loved it. "I'm going to go get cleaned up, and it might take a while. Just in case, goodnight."

He smiled at me happily. “Goodnight, my lovely little pin-up. Sweet dreams,” Jasper cooed. I wanted him to give me a goodnight kiss, then snuggle my ass from behind as we fell asleep altogether in a pile.

It took thirty minutes to get all of the makeup off and then I still had to take down my hair. It was so crunchy that I had to take a shower. When I got out, the lights were off, and Edward was lying on the bed waiting for me. He smiled at me lazily. He seemed so satisfied.

“Got your alarm set?” I asked as I retrieved a nightgown from the closet.

His eyes watched me as I pulled it over. “Yes, ma’am. I do. Ready for bed?”

It was my turn to bounce on top of him. He caught me easily with a little huff, his hands going to my thighs. Giggling a little, I gave him another kiss.

“Maybe in a minute...”

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8/26/2019

Episode Eighty-four: Children's Choice Awards

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Episode Eighty-four: Children's Choice Awards

Once again, I woke up early to make sure Edward had a big breakfast. After we worked out, I padded sleepily into the kitchen. He had even more movie stuff to do before they started filming the next day, so Demetri and I had the day together. He was waiting for me at the table with his glasses on, reading the news on his phone. I quickly kissed his cheek in greeting, making him smile. It was so much fun just to quietly hang out with him.

We started getting ready after a late lunch. We didn’t go anywhere. We didn’t need to. Demetri carefully styled my hair in a very sleek forty’s style with thick victory rolls. There was an entire can hairspray in it, everything pinned perfectly in place. Little fake diamonds dotted my hair in the curls. My makeup was a beautiful smokey eye done in red. My lips matched perfectly. He shaded them in the middle with just a little black. Everything was as waterproof and smudge-proof as it could be so it wouldn’t go anywhere.

My dress for the evening was a vintage forty’s style with red and white polka dots, finished off with the red crystal Jimmy Choo heels. It hugged my body tightly, going just to my knees, and it pushed my breasts high up together on my chest. It showed a little cleavage with the top three buttons undone.

We took about a hundred selfies together before Edward even got to the house to get ready. But our fun was cut short because of his flight home. I wished Demetri could have stayed longer, but I understood that he ran a business. It was nice to have my friend, even if it was just for the weekend.

I worked in the office on the computer while I waited for Edward to get done with his day. He was running a little late. All of my things were already in my tiny red purse that went perfectly with the shoes. I got it from Target, but nobody needed to know that.

“Ah, there you are-” Edward began but stopped instantly when he saw me. He blinked a couple of times, his grin growing. I stood from the couch, smiling at him nervously. “You are even more beautiful than I’d imagined you would be. I don’t even know how it’s possible. Wow.”

I flushed bright red at his compliment. “Thank you.” He pulled a box that was obviously jewelry out of his pocket. I wasn’t expecting it, but I shouldn’t have been surprised. I laughed quietly, looking away from him as I turned even redder. “Edward!”

“I thought this would go nicely with your shoes.”

Slowly, I opened up the little red velvet box. Inside was a beautiful diamond and ruby pendant on a short silver chain. I wasn’t wearing a necklace, just my earrings. “It’s so lovely. Can you put it on me?”

"Of course," he said with a bright smile, taking it from the box as I turned around. Carefully, he brought it around my neck, easily latching it into place. It hung right above my breasts. He leaned down and lightly kissed the spot just above it on my throat. "I have to get ready, but it's so hard when you look and smell this delicious."

“Thank you. Now… Go,” I laughed playfully, gently pushing him towards the door. He was making me flustered. “You can have fun ruining my makeup later. Or at least trying to. It’s on there pretty good.”

“Mm. I love a challenge.” He kissed my neck once more before going to get ready himself.

After a few minutes, my phone began to ring in my purse. It was from Jasper, his ringtone singing to me. It was earlier in the day for him. He probably hadn't been to work more than a couple of hours. I was surprised to hear from him in a call. I had sent him several selfies from when I was with Demetri, though.

“Hello,” I answered slowly.

“I just took a break to tell you that you are literally my pin-up dream and that’s pretty much it,” he said very casually. I laughed right away. He chuckled as well before clearing his throat. “You look incredible. I realize that you’re nervous… but you look like a star. You look like you should be on that red carpet with him. I needed you to know that.”

"You needed me to, huh?" I said lightly, but I almost felt as if I was going to cry. "Thank you, honey. I wish you were here."

“Me too. But soon, right? Secluded cabin, lots of kinky sex.”

I laughed a little. "I can't wait." I bit my lip. I didn't want him there just for sex, though. I wanted him for his comforting words and calming personality. For me and our shared love.

Edward came into his office right then, adjusting his very nice racer style leather jacket. He was wearing very slim-fitting black denim jeans with a tight red t-shirt stretched over his well-muscled chest. His hair was neatly styled in place, his shiny shoes perfect as always.

He looked hot. So hot. So hot, in fact, that my brain stopped working and I just kind of stared at him with my mouth sort of hanging open.

“Everything alright?” He asked instantly.

"Yeah. Yeah, I'm fine," I said quickly in an embarrassed giggled. "Um, hold on a second," I said to both of them. I promptly brought my phone up and took Edward's picture to send to Jasper. I knew as soon as he saw it because I heard the soft, ‘oh.' "How's that for fantasies?"

“Okay,” Edward said sarcastically.

“Tell him to shut the fuck up.”

I laughed at Jasper’s words. "Our boyfriend says, shut the fuck up. You look hot."

“Oh, he thinks I look hot?” He said proudly.

He snorted. “Tell him no,” Jasper teased, making me laugh again.

“I’m not lying to him.”

“Aw, but, it’s funnier,” he replied. I snorted as well quietly. “Take a picture of his ass.” I threw my head back, cackling.

“Okay,” I agreed. I pointed to Edward. "Turn around. We want to see the ass," I joked with a little smile on my face. He rolled his eyes, but he turned around to show me. I quickly took a series of pictures, and he hurriedly whipped back around with a laugh and a blush.

He pulled the back of his jacket down a little. “Oh, my god. Stop,” he said in a purposely silly high pitched voice. “You’re embarrassing me.”

Jasper sighed when he got the photos. “Crikey. He has been going hard in the gym, hasn’t he?”

“Mmhmm,” I giggled. Edward pouted a little bit. “Sorry, we’re not stopping. This is fun,” I teased with a wicked smile. He swatted at me but missed.

There was a little chuckle on the other side of the phone. “So, when are you going to take some fun pictures of him for me, dove? He’s gotten to take yours. It’s his turn.”

My face instantly got hot. "Oh, you want me to have a fun photoshoot with him?" I asked loudly so our boyfriend could hear my reply. "I think I can arrange that sometime soon, probably. Maybe when he gets a little time off from filming." Edward flushed a little at my words but smiled. He shrugged.

"We need to get going. We'll probably send you more pictures tonight. Mostly clothed, though," he promised loudly so Jasper could hear on the phone.

He chuckled again. “I look forward to all of them. And tell Tony good luck for me. I’ve told him already, but it’s never enough,” Jasper said sweetly.

“I will,” I promised. “Bye.”

Edward grinned at me as he reached for my hand. “You two are terrible for my ego.”

“Meh, you need it.” I winked.

The Children’s Choice awards were one of those big honors that actors and creators really liked getting. It meant a lot. Also, it was often a good indicator of future winners at other awards, or so I was told. Edward was nominated in two different categories, both for his voice acting. One was for his role in Red Ops 3, the reason he jumped out of the plane, and for one of his animated television shows, Beyond the Hollow. Best voice actor in a video game and best voice actor in a television series.

There were cameras everywhere as soon as we got out of the car. There were A-list stars throughout, a lot of them with their own kids. These were people I knew.

Eddie stepped out of the car right away, offering me his hand to help me stand. Flashes went off in our direction as we began to walk the red carpet together towards the building where they were being held. There was an area specifically for the press to take pictures and answer questions. We headed for it, moving through the sea of people.

We stopped in there and posed for photos. I tried to pull away from Edward so he could take pictures by himself, but he wouldn't let go of my hand. He wanted me there as much as I need that comfort, I think. Together, we walked over so he could do a few interviews. Someone with an E! microphone rushed over to us right away.

“Eddie! Hi!”

“Hi!” He beamed at the short young girl, his hand on the small of my back.

“Congratulations on being nominated! This is the second year in a row that you have been in the same categories. Last year you won one of them.”

"Well, let's be honest," he started teasingly, "Plexie won. He's got a life all of his own, and he's such an entity beyond me now. Truthfully, it's just really cool to be nominated at all. These are the kinds of awards that I really care about the most."

“What are you working on right now?” The girl asked next.

"As always, I have YouTube, but that is actually expanding. So, keep an eye out for that. But tomorrow, I start filming on a new project. It's a dark comedy, and I get to play a vampire. I am so pumped," he laughed. "It's one of those character types you always want to play as an actor, and it's great because it's such a funny and intelligent character. Also, I have a couple more video game titles that I worked on coming out later this year. Plus, I have a lot of projects in the works that I can't talk about yet, but I'm really excited about all of them."

Once Eddie came out and started talking, it was hard to stop him. He hated his ramblings, but he was good at them and very charming.

The girl looked over at me. “So, who is your date tonight?”

“This is my gorgeous girlfriend, Ms. Isabella Swan. She is a very talented photographer, musician, and she works with me on our channel.”

“Hello!” She smiled. “You look amazing tonight! Both of you look so great together. How long have you been dating?”

I laughed a little awkwardly. “Um, thanks! Almost six months.” I smiled up at my boyfriend adoringly. He grinned down at me, obviously proud to have me by his side.

“Can I get some pictures of you two together?”

“With great pleasure!” He practically cooed. Pulling me close, we posed for several shots before moving on to the next person with a microphone. And the next person. And the one after. It was pretty much the same thing over and over again. All of them complimented us and asked for pictures. Edward talked about being a vampire for at least an hour. And he kept calling it ‘our channel.’

“Am I doing okay?” I asked worriedly in a whisper as we went to the next person. He pressed a kiss to my jaw, smiling at me warmly.

He rubbed his hand gently over my shoulder. “You’re doing perfectly. Almost done. We get to sit down soon.”

“You’re doing perfectly, too,” I whispered back. He stopped for a moment, looking into my eyes before bumping his forehead against mine. For just a moment, he was my quiet, shy, Edward again. But only for a minute. He squared his shoulders and lifted his chin.

“Yeah. We got this, baby. We were made for this. Let’s go.”

We were seated very close to the front since he was nominated for two awards. I snuggled into his side, my head resting on his shoulder while we were holding hands. It felt like we were going to the theater almost, but way more nerve-wracking.
Since the awards were geared towards kids, the whole thing was whimsical. Some of the interviewers outside had been very young teens. Those were obviously Eddie's favorites because he talked to them the longest. They all looked up to him like he was Superman. Maybe he was.

Edward worried his lip nervously, not concerned that he was going to not win but that he was and he would have to walk up on stage and accept the award. He really did just like being nominated. They were nice but weren’t anything to write home about, he said. I think he just wanted to make himself feel better.

I knew as soon as the two young YouTube gamers came out to read the nominees for best video game voice actor that Eddie was the winner. I felt it in the pit in my stomach. My eyes never left his face so I could watch his reaction as they said his name together. He was stock still.

“Eddie Cullen! Captain Jackson, Red Ops 3!” They screamed at the same time.

Loud cheering erupted around us, people grabbing him by the shoulders and congratulating him. He laughed in surprise and pressed a quick but powerful kiss to my lips.

"What?!" Eddie laughed when he got on stage and took the statue from the two personalities. I had no idea who they were. "Wow! Thank you so much! I never know what to say at these things, but I do want to take the time to thank Blue Box for giving me such amazing games to work on. It's honestly because of this game that I found my love, my Bella, and I will always be very grateful to this role for that. I want to thank her and my best mate, for always being such wonderful, loving, and encouraging people. And I especially want to thank everyone out there that took the time to show their love for this game! Thank you!"

It took about fifteen minutes for him to get back to his seat. He was beaming, pleased as he could be with himself. I giggled, pressing a kiss to his jaw. “Congratulations, my sweet man.”

“Thanks,” he breathed, resting his big head on my tiny shoulder as his arms wrapped around mine. They would be sending him a personalized statue the following day. The ones on stage were just props.

“I am so proud of you,” I rested my other hand on his fidgeting one as I whispered in his ear. “I’ll always be grateful to it, too.”

Thirty minutes later, it was time for his next award. He nervously played with my ring, his fingers spinning it gently and tracing the silver loops. This was the category he had lost before.

Once again, I just watched his face because I knew he had won. When they called his name, he kissed me again, ferociously and for just a second, before literally jumping out of his seat and running up on the stage.

“Yo! Really? Are you sure? That is… wow. So, voice acting has always been what I wanted to do since I was very little. And it’s so cool to be recognized for something like this. This means so much to me. Thank you. Thank you to those who voted and the amazing studio who worked on this literal piece of art that I am wildly proud of. Thank you to Zafrina, the best manager ever. And once again I want to thank my wonderful Bella, and Jasper, because it can’t be stated enough how grateful I am and how much I love you both. Thank you!”

I wanted to cry. He was looking directly at me when he said the words. I mouthed that I loved him too. He nodded and lifted the statue up high in the air with a big grin, earning a cheer. They adored him.

It took longer for him to make it back to his seat this time. There was only about fifteen minutes left of the show by then, thankfully. We hugged tightly once he got back to his chair.

“Looks like you got some new matching bookends,” I teased lightly, making him chuckle. Edward nodded, his smile infectious. “What do you want to do to celebrate?”

He pulled me to him, kissing my lips quickly several times. "I want to go get something to eat, and then I want to take you home. Is that okay?"

I smiled to myself at his words. “It sounds perfect. What would you like to eat?”

“Dumplings?” He said with a cheerful smile. I giggled at it, enjoying his happiness. I nodded as I wrapped both of my arms around his as he had done to mine before, leaning my head on his shoulder for the rest of the show.

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8/20/2019

Episode eighty-three: Spago

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Episode Eighty-Three: Spago

That morning I woke up early to work out with Edward before we took a steamy, though sadly nonsexual, shower together. Afterward, I made breakfast for everyone. He left Demetri and I at the dinner table after giving me a breathtaking kiss. He stood over me, holding my face in both of his big hands as he showed me exactly how much he was going to miss me throughout the day. I hummed in pleasure as I watched him go, smiling to myself as I put my chin on my fist.

“You look like you’re ready to just melt for him at any minute,” Demetri teased when we were alone. I could hear Edward’s engine as it came to life, and it made me miss him a little.

“Girl, because I am,” I laughed playfully, a little embarrassed to be caught. I let out a breath and put my hand on my fluttering heart. Fanning my face, I smiled like an idiot. “Can you blame me?”

He let out a breath, too. “Not in the least. I want me one.”

“You got one,” I laughed and he just shrugged. “I’m going to tell Riley.”

“Go ahead. He’d want one, too.”

We got massages, facials, manicures, pedicures, and our hair trimmed. They styled it for me so that it was piled up high on my head, the curls slipping down. We had a quick lunch before going shopping. I had most of what I needed, but I did buy a couple of things. Some new lingerie and a new dress for the evening. My sweet friend went nuts, though. He was going to have most of it shipped back to New York.

Once we got back to the house after our long afternoon out, Demetri did my makeup. The dress that I had gotten was a pretty, gauzy white bohemian-style with long loose sleeves and a flared skirt that cut off at my knees. I put on a pair of my new white high heeled shoes from Edward’s shopping spree. For once, I felt like I belonged somewhere in Hollywood.

We had reservations, of course, for Spago. Edward would be meeting us there once he got off of work and got cleaned up. There were paparazzi outside, but none of them noticed me this time. I wasn’t surprised but extremely grateful. I might have felt like I belonged, but I still didn’t want them to take my picture. It was just awkward.

Demetri and I sat at a beautiful table in a corner, and both of us ordered a cocktail while we looked at the wine list together. There were many over a thousand dollars. We just snorted at them because we would have been happy with a ten buck one.

I sipped on a ruby red fruit-flavored martini, and it didn't taste of liquor at all. It was so easy to drink. "If these were cheaper, things would get trashy so quick," I whispered to my friend. He laughed over his and nodded. “I need this recipe so we can get wasted at home for less.”

“I know that’s right,” he mumbled, taking another long slurp. His eyes got wider. "Oo, your man, is coming, and he has a rose."

Before I could even turn around, I felt his lips press to my temple before he presented me with a single peach-colored rose. I turned my face slightly to the side, pressing a quick kiss to his jaw before taking it from him.

“For my queen,” Edward whispered in my ear just so I could hear it.

“Oh, how lovely. Thank you. I love the color,” I answered as I brought it to my nose. It smelled magnificent. “You are so wonderfully thoughtful.”

“I do try,” he smiled playfully before pulling another rose from behind his back. It was hot pink. He bestowed it to Demetri and it matched his outfit perfectly. I wondered if he did that on purpose. He probably knew what he was wearing from whatever my friend had posted last.

“AW!” He said too loudly then giggled as he took it. “Thank you. What a gentleman. Oh, my god! I haven’t gotten a flower in ages!” He gushed to me. Edward had literally made his night all the more extra.

I couldn’t help but smile. Once again, I felt like melting. “He’s showing off for you, and I kind of love it,” I admitted to them both with a scrunched up nose. My love chuckled, sitting beside me.

“It’s not that hard, and it’s obviously making you very happy,” he replied.

“You’re always a little too much. You know that?” He nodded, winking at me. I laughed as I passed him the wine list. “You pick.”

“With pleasure,” he said cheerfully, opening it up with one hand while reaching over to hold mine with the other. “I was actually looking at the menu on the way here for dinner, and I think I really want that grilled prime New York steak.”

I hummed softly as I mindlessly rubbed one of his knuckles. “Me too actually,” I answered. “You pick up to six things for the table, right? And everyone shares? Everything looks so good.”

“I’d like some of that gnocchi,” Demetri added in. I nodded my head in agreement. “And the asparagus.”

"Oh! Yes,” I concurred. “I'm going to overeat so much." I smiled over my drink, squeezing Edward's hand as I relaxed back in my chair a little. I was almost done with it and really wanted another. "Have you seen the dessert menu? How do you even pick?"

Edward leaned his head from one side to the other, playfully considering it. “We each get something different and share?” He offered with a chuckle. “Though, I may get us a little something extra to take home with us for later. Have it by the pool after a nice relaxing smoke.”

“It is a good thing we’re both active,” I teased, setting my empty martini glass down. A waiter instantly took it away as they passed.

He ordered a nice bottle of German white wine, and Demetri asked about the movie he was about to start filming. It was a bit of a dark comedy that involved a vampire and a human psychic. Eddie was playing the vampire, and he was very excited about it. He loved that it was a gloomy character in a funny movie. He kept referring to it as witty.

After we finished that bottle and I had yet another fruity martini, my boyfriend ordered one of those thousand dollars plus bottles of champagne to go with our dessert without any warning. I gasped loudly.

“Edward!” I laughed as the waitress walked away. “What are you doing?” He didn’t have to be that extra. We were all halfway to drunk. It was a good thing that he decided to drop the car off at home when he quickly got changed. No one could drive.

“Celebrating,” he said blithely, his chin high in the air.

“What exactly?” I put my cheek on my knuckles as I looked at him teasingly. He had an impish little grin.

He licked his bottom lip, smiling all the more brightly. “Well, we are celebrating the fact that I was offered another lead role today.”

"Yes!" I applauded instantly, reaching for him. He took both of my hands into his large one, squeezing them tightly as he pulled me towards him for a kiss. Edward had waited all evening to perfectly spring it on us before dessert. "That's so awesome! Okay, yeah. We definitely do need some good champagne for that," I agreed, his smile very satisfied. I brought his hand to my mouth and quickly kissed it lightly. "Well, I think it's been an extremely good day for all of us."

“I think so, too,” Demetri agreed, raising his martini glass. “Congrats, sweetie. I cannot wait to watch everything you make. Break a leg.”

“Me too!” I said with a drunk little giggle.

Edward chuckled. “Thank you. And tomorrow will be even better because I get to spend most of it with my girl.”

“Yup.” I winked at him.

When we left Spago with our extra dessert, a dozen flashes went off in our direction at once. No doubt Edward’s name was in the news not only because of his upcoming awards and premiers but his future movie and voiceover work. At least a dozen people cried out ‘Eddie!’ while we waited for the car, all of them asking him questions at once. Some of them called to me as well, just trying to get someone’s attention. He didn't say anything this time, too many people to try to appease at once. Thankfully, the car arrived quickly to pick us up, and we were only on the curb for a minute.

On the drive home, I laid my head on my boyfriend’s shoulder and chatted with Demetri.

He went to bed once we got home, feeling really tired from all his traveling and our long day together. I couldn’t blame him. Demetri was probably a little drunk as well. Edward had to finish some business emails before he could go to bed, so he left me outside with a joint while he went to work in his office with the promise that he would finish up as quickly as possible.

I checked my messages on the phone, sending one to Alice and replying to Jasper’s from earlier in the day. It was a little after eleven in the evening when he called me. He had probably just gotten off of work.

“Hey there, dove. How are you?” He said sunnily.

I bit my lip, spinning my ring around my finger again. "I'm good," I said lightly, but I paused, and he sensed my hesitation right away.

“What’s bothering you?” He asked softly.

Taking a breath, I thought about it. Nothing should have been, but I could still feel anxiety in the back of my head. It gnawed on me quietly. “Oh… Um, I guess I’m just nervous about tomorrow. It’s just getting real… this celebrity thing. Edward is obviously enjoying it and steering fully into it. Which he should. I’m just not sure how good I’m going to be at it. I mean, I’m having fun, but you know...”

I heard him make a little noise of understanding. "It's overwhelming, isn't it? I remember the first time he got recognized when we were going out in Sydney. He was over the fucking moon, and I hated it."

“A cute little girl wanted my autograph the other day. It was so strange. I don’t know why she would want it,” I admitted to him.

“I heard,” he replied with a little chuckle. “It pleased our boy greatly.”

I laughed a little softly before pausing. I sighed, looking out onto the beautiful view. “Jasper, what if I’m not good at this?”

"Well, then you can stay at home with me, and he can go by himself," Jasper said in a no-nonsense sort of way. I laughed again at his answer. He chuckled as well. "It's okay to be nervous. You'll do marvelously, I promise," he breathed. "I can't wait to see all the pictures. I bet you're both going to be so beautiful."

Jasper was so kind. I thought about the video in Sydney that Edward was working on. I hated that I didn’t get a chance to make any with him. With clothes on, anyway.

“Don’t worry,” I promised in a whisper. “I’ll send you tons.”

He chuckled again. “Oh, I know Tony will,” he said dreamily. “He’s going to show you off at every angle. Not that I can blame him. Lucky bloke.”

“You’re a sweetheart.”

“Mm,” he hummed softly. “You’ll do fine, my dove. Don’t worry.”

I bit my lip as I thought about a question that I wanted to ask him. “Have you ever gone to anything like this before?”

“I’ve gone to a couple of award shows and a premier. He wasn’t as big then though so we pretty much just strolled through. I didn’t love it. The premier was more fun. It was just a party. Awards are boring. They remind me of an assembly at school.”

“We won’t stroll through tomorrow,” I replied.

“Nope,” he agreed before giving a little sigh. “Bella… I promise that you don’t have to do any of this stuff if you really don’t like it.”

I lit the joint again, bringing it up to my lips so I could take a hit. Gazing out at the mountains, I thought about the things I wanted and what I was capable of. I knew there was a difference. "I know. It's not that I don't want to. It's just… scary. I craved this so badly as a teenager, and I don't know what to do with myself now that I have it. I just want to be perfect for him."

“He doesn’t need perfect. He just needs you.”

I nodded a little to myself. "You're right, and I know that, but still," I sighed.

“Don’t worry,” he repeated.

I heard the glass door open, and I looked behind me to see Edward coming out to join me. He began to smile when I turned around. "Speaking of Tony." I brought my phone down from my ear and put it on speaker so he could be a part of the conversation.

“Hello, love,” our boyfriend said happily as he sat beside me. He put his arm around my shoulder and pressed a quick kiss on my cheek. “How are you this evening?” Taking the joint, he drew in a deep breath.

“Better now that I get to talk to both of you,” Jasper answered sweetly.

I suddenly remembered something. “Oh, someone has some good news to share with you, actually.” I poked Edward with a small smile.

“Oh?” Our boyfriend questioned.

He blew out the smoke, nodding his head proudly. “Yup. I do have some great news. I was offered another lead role today. Just out of the blue. I was their first choice,” he told him smugly. “They’re doing a remake of Dangerous Liaisons. It’s a period piece.”

“Oh, you didn’t tell me that!” I said excitedly. We had been distracted by champagne and desserts before we got to that part. “Wait… So, you’re playing the main guy.” I started to laugh excitedly. “Oh, my god. All those sex scenes!” I pretended to be scandalized.

“What?” Jasper said in confusion.

I’m not sure he knew what the story was even about. I saw his eyes get wider. “Oh, I didn’t think about that… They didn’t mention sex scenes,” Edward mumbled almost to himself. “Is that okay?”

“Yeah? Of course,” I laughed again at his worried expression. “Who’s your costars?” I was way too amused. I knew it was going to be super awkward for him. He probably wouldn’t mind being naked in front of someone, but pretending to get nasty with them was another matter.

“I don’t know, actually. I’m the first they’ve cast,” he answered, his cheeks a little flushed with color as the idea finally sank in. “I’ve only ever done a kiss. Crap, how do I fake that?”

"Don't look at me," I said dryly. "I mean, I can try to do it later if you want..."

Jasper laughed loudly. “I’ve seen your acting, dove. I don’t think he’ll be able to tell.”

Edward instantly made a horrified face. “No!” I snapped at our boyfriend quickly, playfully. “Don’t try to make him paranoid on purpose, you mean thing!” I actually heard his evil giggle as I said it. I clicked my tongue. “Well, what makes you think you’d be able to tell?” That stopped him. Edward laughed wickedly in return. “You’re both terrible.”

“Well, I just have to make sure you’re actually getting off when I get you off,” Edward mumbled as he leaned in to kiss my neck. “You can fake it with him if you need to. I understand.”

“Stop,” I snorted, leaning my head to the side to get away from him. “I’m too easy to have to do that, and you both know it.”

“That’s true,” Jasper agreed teasingly. “Tony, I can’t wait to see you try to fuck about in a frilly shirt and a wig.”

“Me either,” he agreed with a laugh before reaching for the silver box of joints on the coffee table in front of us. The first was almost done, and he wanted more. “Maybe you can both come on the set and watch me make a fool of myself.”

I passed him the lighter. “You won’t make a fool of yourself, I promise. But I’d love to watch you,” I informed him enthusiastically.

“Me too,” Jasper chimed in.

Edward lit the joint and took in a deep breath. He smiled at me. "Mm, I can’t wait… Well, I hate to do this to you, darling, but I'm afraid I'm going to steal our girlfriend away now. It's almost time for bed, and I have a black forest torte that I want to feed her first," Edward said flirtatiously.

Jasper grumbled for a moment. “I am so jealous for so many reasons.”

"Then maybe you should have come with us!" He answered a bit too proudly. "We would make sure that there would never be a reason for you to be jealous ever again.”

“Oh, really?” He responded back just as seductively.

“Mm, I intend the spoil you just like I do her,” our boyfriend answered. “In every way that I can. You’ll see.” There was so much warmth and desire in his voice.

“I sincerely can’t wait,” Jasper repeated, the wanting apparent in his tone.

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Episode Eighty-two: Demetri

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I had my first therapy session in Los Angeles the morning before I went to pick up Demetri at the airport. It was as awkward as meeting anyone could be for the first time. I wasn’t sure how I felt about them. For whatever reason, I just didn’t feel comfortable. I wasn’t sure if I wanted to go back or find someone else, but I didn’t really have a lot of time to think about it either way. It was going to be a busy weekend.

Edward decided to show off and get a driver for the whole long weekend for Demetri and me to use instead of just letting us go in taxis or a rental car like ordinary people. I didn’t mind. It was just precisely what he needed to do to impress my loud friend, and he knew it.

My bougie currently strawberry blond buddy squealed happily when he saw me by the luggage. We hugged for a long minute. He easily lifted me off the ground for a second.

“Damn, you look so good!” He gushed when he pushed me back to look at me once he put me back down on the ground. “How are you feeling? I haven’t seen you since you went into the hospital.”

I flushed, embarrassed that people kept bringing it up. But I understood why. “Great! Really good. Happy! Siked you’re here! You’re going to love it.” I shoved at him playfully, smiling. “You were made for LA.”

“No. Girl, you know I have New York in my veins.”

I glanced over him. “Bitch, that’s pizza grease.”

“Um, same thing?” He said seriously.

I laughed loudly, shaking my head. “So how are you? I’ve missed you so much!”

He pouted, his perfect pink lips pursed. "Missed you too, baby. I am so hungry!" He touched his stomach and slouched a little bit. It didn't match his clean appearance in a beautiful soft pink business suit and cream-colored silk blouse.

“I think I can fix that,” I promised as I took one of his rolling bags. He carried the other, walking with his big purse beside me. His thin heels clicked against the granite floor.

“So, what are you thinking?”

I took his free hand, holding it as we walked. “Well, it’s just me and you tonight. Eddie is doing movie stuff today and tomorrow. So, why don’t we stop for a bite to eat before we go home? Anywhere you want. We have time. What are you in the mood for?”

"Mm. What's good in LA?" He asked as he stepped outside, just crossing onto the sidewalk of the LAX pick-up lane. There were several people with cameras standing around waiting for celebrities, and a couple of them took pictures of me. I tried to ignore it, but Demetri noticed. "Um, hello? What are they doing?" He whispered to me quietly.

“Are you Eddie’s girlfriend?” One of them called to me as our driver took the bags and put them in the trunk. “Are you Bella?”

I let go of Demetri’s hand to wave. “Yup,” I said in a friendly tone. “Hi.”

"Who's your friend?" He asked conversationally.

“This is Demetri Voronin. He’s one of my very best and dearest friends. He’s my big brother,” I smiled back at him, and he winked. “He’s also the owner of the wonderful little Blue Light Theater in Brooklyn. And he is an extraordinary makeup artist and is going to be my stylist for the Children’s Choice Awards this Sunday,” I explained, trying my best to act like Eddie would. Not Edward, but my wonderful actor who was comfortable talking to anyone about anything at any time. I was nervous, but I wanted my friend to get all of the attention he deserved. This was free advertising.

“Are you excited?” The stringy young man asked from behind his big camera. He was recording me speak, I realized.

I nodded, smiling a little nervously. “Totally! It’s my first major red carpet event with Eddie. I can’t wait to see him win.”

He nodded, looking down at the screen as I spoke. “How are you going to celebrate when he does?”

We hadn’t spoken about it at all. I think he was too nervous. Maybe it would jinx it. I wasn’t sure. "Mm… He starts filming the next day, so we're probably going to celebrate with a nice late fast-food feast and an earlyish bedtime. Which is probably exactly how he would want to celebrate either way," I laughed.

“Sounds good!”

Everything was in the car. Thankfully, it was time to escape. "Alright, have a good evening!" I waved again, smiling too big.

“You too, Bella!” He took my picture again before I slipped inside the car. I took a deep, shaky breath to calm myself down.

“WHAT WAS THAT?!” Demetri shouted excitedly as we got moving. I laughed loudly, blushing furiously. I covered my face with both of my hands. “OH, MY GOD! You are so cool.” He shoved me hard, laughing with me. “Ah! That was so much fun. How does it feel to be a celebrity?”

I shook my head quickly. “I’m not!” I snorted. “It’s just because I’m with one.”

He made a face. “He knew your name, too!”

All I could do was shake my head again. I was nothing, and they only cared because of Eddie. "It's so wild. Earlier this week, I signed a legit autograph. It was crazy." She knew my name because she liked me too, at least. I shook my head once more to make the thoughts go away, blushing heavily still. "Anyway… French?" I just wanted to change the subject to anything else.

Demetri grinned wildly. "Girl, yes. Mm, bread, and cheese. We always need more bread and cheese."

“And wine,” I giggled. “Can’t forget that.” I needed a big glass.

We shared a bottle and had a true slow French dinner. He had an omelet, and I had a Croque Madame. Everything was delicious, and it was so relaxing. We also shared a fancy little tart and sipped coffee while we caught up. I really did miss him.

It was late when we got back to the house, unsurprisingly. The sun was already down, but the front porch light was on, so I knew Edward was home as well.

“This place is so cute,” he gushed. “I love the front yard. Are those giant aloe vera?”

“They are! I love all the cactuses so much. Why would anyone want grass when you could have beautiful plants you have to do literally nothing to maintain? Plus, if I burn myself, I will never run out of aloe,” I joked, opening the door with the keycode. I turned around to see him looking around in wonder. “Isn’t it beautiful?”

Demetri’s eyes were huge as he peered in. “He has such good tastes,” he said in a breath, touching his chest as he looked up at the high ceilings.

Edward poked his head around the corner. He had his wireless headphones around his neck. He pulled me into his tight grip and kissed me as if he had not seen me in days. I loved it. I giggled against his mouth, my arms going loosely around his neck.

“Hello, my darling. How was dinner?” He asked sweetly when he pulled away.

“Mm, delicious.” I put my chin on his chest and looked up at him with a little smile. “I miss you, though.”

“I missed you too,” he cooed, kissing me again. He finally turned his attention to my companion, like it was hard to take his eyes off of me. “Demetri, it’s so good to see you again! Welcome to our home,” he said charmingly. He reached over to shake his hand while holding me in his other arm. Demetri took it slowly and gently shook back while still looking around in wonder.

“I love it so much.” He blinked, leaning over some to get a glimpse of the big glass wall that opened up to the back.

Edward beamed enthusiastically. “Thank you! I’m quite proud of it myself. Anyway, why don't I take your bags to your room for the weekend? I just need to finish up something real quick, and then I’ll be done for the evening."

“I’ll give him the tour,” I said before pecking a kiss on his chin. My boyfriend turned his attention back to me, rubbing his nose against mine before pressing a soft kiss to my forehead. I wanted to melt into his side.

“I’ll just be a minute,” he promised.

I smiled. “Okay.” He took both suitcases from us, easily handling them both. “Thank you.”

“Yes! Thank you!” Demetri hummed as we watched him go down the hall. ”Mm…” We softly giggled and tilted our heads to the side. I sighed happily, looking at my friend. “What a man.”

“Don’t I know it,” I replied with a smirk.

Demetri laughed, finally taking a few steps into the living room. “Okay, I want to live here. Can I move in?”

I hissed, pretending to think about it. But then I shook my head. “Get a house down the street. You won’t want to live with us. I don’t think I could not be loud,” I teased, taking his hand. He scoffed. “So...” I walked him through the living room to the pool area. “The backyard. Check out this view.”

It was a perfect night, not a cloud in the crisp sky. The mountains were a black shadow in the background, the lights of LA glowing faintly off into the distance.

“Holy fuck!” He said in a gasp. “Bella! You live here!”

“Yes, I do!” I laughed at his reaction. “It’s a dream come true.”

He pulled out his phone and started taking selfies. He quickly tugged me to him so I could be in the photos as well. Demetri sent them to his husband before posting it on his Instagram. I sent some to Jasper as well, putting them on my social media stuff. It instantly got a lot of likes from our mutual friends.

“Okay, now show me the rest of the house!”

First, I just opened the door to the gym before I ushered him into his bedroom. It was where he was going to spend most of his time anyway. Finally, I took him into our bedroom and to the big lit-up vanity where he would help me get ready for the awards show.

“This bathroom turns me on,” Demetri said in a funnily deep voice. “Oh, my god.” I actually cackled, making him laugh as well. “I feel like I need to put on one of those sheer pink robes with the feathers at the end and some cold cream then monologue about my washed-up Hollywood career in front of this mirror. Then maybe threaten someone with a wire hanger.”

“Right!” I snorted. “It’s going to be so much fun getting ready in here. I am so happy that you came. Thank you.” I bounced up and down excitedly. He gave me a big hug, pressing my face to his chest for a second.

He chuckled. “Thank your hot ass boyfriend for paying me. I would have done it for free but-” he turned to look at me. “Thank you for getting me the hell out New York. I needed a change of scenery.”

“My pleasure, darling.” I used Jasper’s favorite pet name, making him grin widely. “You can’t get much different than this.”

Demetri shook his head quickly. “No, you can’t.” He turned to look at the vanity again, going to look at my makeup collection. “So, what’s the plan for tomorrow?”

“Shopping, lunch, spa, and Eddie is taking us to Spago for dinner tomorrow night,” I explained evenly. Demetri turned to look at me with large happy eyes, his mouth going wide. “We’re going shopping on Rodeo Drive tomorrow. Then to a spa in Beverly fucking Hills, and after we’re eating at Wolfgang Puck’s restaurant. And on Sunday, I’m going to be on a red carpet. What even is my life right now?” I asked, putting both of my hands on my cheeks before I pushed my fingers into my hair. The stress hit me like a bus.

“This, baby girl, is exactly what you were made for!” He laughed cheerfully. “You are glowing right now!”

“Yes! Listen to him!” Edward chuckled as he came into the room, sans headphones. He leaned against the doorway to watch us. “All done.”

I turned to my friend eagerly. “His office is my favorite room in the whole place,” I said as I took both of his hands to drag him along. “We’re almost done with the tour,” I promised Edward.

“Oh, wow,” Demetri breathed as he followed me inside. “It’s like your personality exploded in here,” he said to my boyfriend with a warm smile.

“Exactly! It’s why I liked it so much,” I giggled. “I mean, I wouldn’t want the whole house to look like this. But this is the perfect creative space.”

Edward grinned. “Aw, thanks, honey. It’s the one spot that I actually decorated.”

I smirked. “I know. I can tell.”

Demetri walked around slowly, looking at my boyfriend's beloved shelves. He stopped for a minute, bending down to look at the Plexie statue. “Oh! Is this is the thing you got him for his birthday that you showed me?” Edward nodded, grinning instantly. “How sweet! Isn’t this your character or something?”

I actually began to turn a little red. It was the first time since Australia that I had even thought about him and what I knew was inside. My boyfriend was beaming, his hands in his pockets.

“Yes, it is. He is one of my most prized possessions, actually,” he explained pleasantly as he glanced over at me. I just flushed brighter, my bottom lip between my teeth. I could only look at my feet.

“Didn’t he open up?” Demetri unhelpfully remembered.

“Yes, he does,” he said brightly. I started to turn instantly to leave out of the room. My feet just automatically went in the opposite direction. Edward began to laugh very loudly. “Oh, love! Come on!”

My friend was just confused. “What?”

I put both of my hands up. “Don’t open it! I mean, you can. Just let me go first.”

“Why?”

Edward chuckled, pinching the bridge of his nose for a moment. He was turning a little pink, too. “Because she knows what he’s keeping safe. You don’t want to even see it? What if you hate it and want me to get something else?”

Quickly, I shook my head. “I won’t hate it! And if I see it… I just shouldn’t. Not yet. I’m not ready. And I’ll want it, and I don’t. Just let me go,” I stuttered out.

“What is inside this thing?” Demetri asked enthusiastically. Nothing usually made me react like that much of an idiot.

“I’m going to the bathroom to take off my makeup,” I stated firmly. I slipped out of the room before either of them could say anything else. I heard Edward laugh loudly.

“Okay… So, it’s the arm that opens it,” I listened to him explain before I went into our bedroom and shut the door. I still heard my friend’s squeal. I laughed a little bit to myself as I put both of my hands over my eyes. My fingers dug into my scalp for a moment.

When I finally came out in my pajamas, I went to Demetri's guest room. He smiled broadly when he saw me. I laughed, looking down at my hands. "I know. Don't tell me, though. I want it to be a surprise. I’m sure it’s a gorgeous ring."

“You’re going to be so happy. He has such good tastes,” he said in a satisfied whisper. “Like, seriously.”

“I know,” I giggled, leaning my head against the wall as I watched him. “I’m just not ready for that yet. There is too much already going on. And if I put it on, I won’t take it off ever again.”

“Eh, no rush,” he breathed softly. I guess he was worried Edward might hear him. “It’s not even been six months yet. It’s just so sweet.”

I quickly nodded my head in agreement. “It is.”

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Episode Eighty-one: Batty Page

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It was the final day out filming for almost a month with Seth and Tyler. They would help me film cooking videos or pop by the house if Edward had time off and was up to it, but we wouldn't be going out and doing anything fun for a long time. They would be focusing on their own videos for a while to get ready for the launch of the new group channel. Everyone was excited about it.

I made us a light breakfast after we exercised together. It felt so nice to be doing normal things together. For the next few days, Edward would be doing stuff to prepare for the movie, but he would be home at a reasonable time every night until he started filming on April first.

The first video of the day the guys were less excited and more nervous about filming, but it was for a good cause.

"Hi! My name is Bella, and I'm here with Eddie and Tyler to do something a little different today. We're at the Children's Hospital Blood donation center in Los Angeles, and we're here to donate!"

“Today, we’re going to learn why it’s so important to give blood, show you just how easy it is, and how even a big old pansy like me can handle it! So, who’s getting stabbed first? Not it,” Eddie said with a big smile on his face. I snorted quietly.

“I guess that’s me,” Tyler pouted. He didn’t like needles, but he handled it just fine.

We had already made sure everyone was cleared to donate. I went next, sitting in the chair while I spoke to the nurse.

“So, do you know your blood type?” She asked me curiously.

“O negative.”

“Oh, me too!” My boyfriend said from beside me. He was holding my hand as she stabbed the other arm.

I grimaced, taking a deep breath. “Well, you know what that means, right?” I asked as I leaned my head back against the headrest.

“Mm, what’s that?”

“Actually, it means a couple of things. First, it means that both of our white European ancestors survived the bubonic plague. O blood types were resistant to it. It’s part of the reason so many white people have O blood. Second, we can give each other blood. And organs. But I’m pretty sure your liver is useless after Sydney. And third, it should be easier for us to get pregnant when we do try. I’ve done an annoying amount of research on the subject.”

His face instantly grew brighter as he looked me over warmly. “Oh, really?”

“Yup. Good thing I got that stupid IUD,” I said in a challengingly little voice.

He chuckled softly, smirking a little bit as he scrunched up his nose. “You didn’t have to rush out and get that,” he whispered to me so I could only hear it. He was clearly joking.

I lifted up my left hand to look at it, bringing it to my eyes. "Mm. My eyesight may be going in my old age, but I don't see anything shiny. Do you?" I showed him my hand playfully, wiggling my fingers. He took it and brought it to his lips to lightly kiss and smiled slightly. I tugged gently at the hair on his chin with a smirk of my own, making his smile turn warm as his eyes shined at me. "Come here."

He leaned in and kissed me, my fingers still on his cheek. It was very light, just a tender little moment between us.

"Should I film you two making out?" Seth asked sarcastically. Tyler was sitting in the corner, drinking a can of soda and eating a snack cake the donation place offered him for giving his blood. He was feeling a little dizzy and needed the sugar.

“We’re not making out with needles in my arm,” I complained to the camera. “He’s being a very loving and reassuring partner. He’s just very effectively distracting me. Shut up.”

Seth blew a raspberry at me. I blew one back.

"Well, can you distract me just the same?" He asked me teasingly, bringing his big fist to my lap so we could hold hands. I nodded, leaning my head back and closing my eyes as I got a little dizzy myself. I was a tiny woman and didn't have a lot of blood in my body. It rather felt like they were taking it all.

“I am so glad that I am not the one driving,” I mumbled, my ears almost fuzzy with the crackling of blood rushing through. “I’m feeling a little spacy.”

“We’re just about done. Just another minute more,” the nurse assured me. She was wearing brightly colored Easter themed Hello Kitty scrubs. They were amazingly cheerful and perfect for a children’s hospital.

“Shall I distract you some more?” Edward asked to get my attention gently. I nodded my head slowly. He leaned forward so that his elbows were on the armrest, still holding my hand in his. He brought my fist up and lightly began to kiss my knuckles, one at a time. “Hm, let’s see. Well, actually, speaking of blood types, Jasper is O negative as well. We’ve donated together before.”

"I can't use his liver either," I breathed. He chuckled again softly. I swallowed as I tried to think. "Alice's is B positive, and she tells everyone if she gets a chance."

“Well, that fits Ms. Mary Alice,” he laughed lightly.

“It does,” I gasped the last word as she slipped the needle from my arm. “Ow.”

“You’re up next, boss,” Seth said from behind the camera with a wicked grin. He always enjoyed watching his friends suffer, especially when they could all be giant babies when they wanted to be. Tyler was perhaps the least whiny among them, but he still had his moments.

They got him all set up in the chair, wiping his arm with a swab to clean his skin. Honestly, he looked a little green as he waited to be poked. I sat very close to his head in the rolling stool and began to stroke his silky hair as they prepped his arm with the long rubber band around his thick muscle. He held my gaze as the thick silver needle pierced his skin, pain flickering in his pretty green eyes.

I leaned my lips close to his ear and began to whisper, “I’m so excited about all our plans for the future.”

He let out a little breath, a quick smile tugging at his lips as licked the bottom one. "Yeah? Which ones? Any in particular?"

“Well,” I stroked his temple, with my lips still very close to his ear, “in the near future, I’m excited about getting to dress up and watch you win some awards.” He flashed me another small smile. “And I’m psyched about going to see you actually act on set. I loved watching you record. You’re so talented. I think you’re going to be amazing. And I’ll be thrilled to be filming dumb shit videos with you once you’re done shooting again.” He laughed at my words, his head leaned back on the rest with his eyes closed tightly. I kissed his ear and whispered just for him, “I’m excited about being your wife one day.”

His cheeks flamed, and he brought his free hand up to brush his fingers over my chin, his smile brilliant.

“If I didn’t want to throw up, I’d kiss you again,” Edward said in a strained voice.

“Please don’t throw up,” Tyler begged. “If you do, I will.”

“Close your eyes, breathe in through your nose. Out through your mouth,” I whispered soothingly as I stroked his hair again. “You’re going to be okay.”

"I know. I know. I just... I hate this so much. I'm sorry. I do. I won't put that in the video, and I will donate again. I always do. I just hate this so much," he whined to no one in particular. "Ow, fucking monkey balls."

When he was done, he sat on a chair with his head between his legs. I rubbed his back while someone got him a soda and something to put in his stomach.

“Are sure you can even handle another tattoo?” Tyler asked him a bit sarcastically.

“Tattoos aren’t this bad. They don’t make my head swim. Damn.”

“Let’s hope that I don’t ever need your kidney,” I teased lightly. “I don’t think you could handle that kind of suffering.”

“I’d give you my heart if you needed it,” he muttered almost distractedly while he locked his fingers at the back of his neck, hard breathing still. Seth passed me the soda with a straw. I rubbed his shoulder to get his attention. “Oh, bless. Thank you.”

He had two cans of Sprite, a bag of potato chips, and a Snickers before his stomach finally settled enough that he wasn’t dizzy anymore. We sat for a while in the waiting room to give him a little time. The nurses didn’t want him to leave until he was feeling better. You could still see where his cold sweat had made his hair just ever so slightly damp.

Just as we were about to leave, a tall skinny Middle Eastern woman with two teenagers came into the waiting room to go towards the blood testing area. The entire family was very well-groomed. The kids were perhaps fourteen or fifteen, one girl and one boy. The boy was younger and wearing a clean soccer uniform while the young lady looked very sleek in a cute baby blue sweater and flower-patterned pants. Her pretty yellow hijab matched it. We walked maybe a couple of feet from them just as we were about to get to the double doors. As we did, the young man's eyes got huge, and he grabbed his sister by the arms.

“It’s EDDIE!” He hissed at her loudly, shaking her by the shoulders violently and dramatically. “I love your videos and games so much!” He shouted at my boyfriend excitedly.

“Thanks!” He beamed back.

“What?” The girl turned and looked, less than a foot from me. “Oh, my god! You’re Bella! I love you!”

And then she threw herself at me. She was already a lot taller than me, her skinny arms wrapping around me totally as she pressed me to her bony shoulders.

“Oh!” I squeaked in surprise, quickly hugging her back. “Hello there, sweetie!”

“Rayhan! What are you doing?!” Her mother said in surprise. “I am so sorry! Get off of her! You just don’t grab strangers!”

“No!” I laughed, pulling back to look at the girl. “Don’t be sorry. It’s okay.” She was practically bouncing in place.

"Can I take a picture with you and Eddie? Please?" She asked quickly. I looked back at my boyfriend, who was smiling widely at me. He was loving what was going on.

“Of course, you can!” He answered as he came to stand by me with his hand on my shoulder.

"But you got to tag me in it if you post it anywhere. I love your hijab and how it matches your makeup, and I want to show it to my friend. He would love that yellow so much," I told her with a smile. "And your eyeliner looks fierce."

“Thanks!” She hugged me again before then hugging Edward too. He gave her a big squeeze, lifting her feet up off the ground a little bit to make her laugh. We took a couple of pictures with her and her brother. Seth and Tyler were in them, too.

"Would it be okay if I got your autograph?" She asked then pulled a notepad from her big purse covered with pins. Edward took it from her wordlessly, quickly signing his name before giving it back. He did it all the time, and it wasn't awkward at all for him.

Then she handed it to me.

“For real?” I asked in surprise as I slowly took it from her fingers.

“Yeah. Is that okay?” She asked worriedly, her eyes wide as she nervously waited for me to reject her.

“Um. Yeah. Of course, baby. I’ve just never been asked for my autograph before.” I signed my name on the page beside Edward’s elegant signature. My hand was actually shaking.

This had been a moment that I had dreamed about as a child but never imagined as an adult it would happen for any reason. Especially for the first time in my mid-thirties.

I almost felt like I was going to cry. I gave her the notebook back and hugged her again.

Edward took my hand as we walked back to the car. He was glowing. “What?” I asked curiously when he opened the backdoor for me. He leaned over and gave me a big kiss on my cheek.

“My little star,” he whispered warmly in my ear.

When he got in on the other side, I leaned into him so I could put my head on his shoulder. I shook it before looking at him. "That was kind of crazy."

“Get used to it, my love. It’s only a matter of time. Just you wait and see,” he promised. “That will be the first of many.”

Afterward, we filmed at a bakery that specializes in fancy cookies with ornate royal icing designs. We got to play with icing again. Both of us made a mess this time, him more so than me though. I wasn't a very good artist, and my hands weren't steady enough for the tiny details. But if my delicate fingers couldn't handle it, then his massive mitts certainly couldn't.

I was pretty sure he ended up getting it in his hair somehow. We were both going to need a shower after our long day.

We grabbed a quick dinner of sandwiches and soup, eating outside on the restaurant patio since it was such a lovely spring day out. It was getting close to dusk, which was perfect for what we were doing next.

We stood outside of the Bat Sanctuary in the fading light with the director to chat in front of their cages and building. I was so excited about what we were about to do.

"Please tell me that there are baby bats in there and I get to play with them," I chirped. "I love bats."

“Absolutely! We are currently housing over twenty-five species of bats. We have many babies in need of a little attention and dinner. And though we try to rehabilitate most and release them back into the wild, we have some pretty friendly permanent residents. Including our mascot, a flying fox named Batty Page that we’d like to introduce you to,” the woman in scrubs said to me with a big smile. She saw how truly jazzed I was.

“Seriously?!” My voice might have gone up a few octaves. “Batty Page?”

"Yup. And she loves cuddles, scratchings, and honeydew. So, if you want, we can start with nursing some babies, and in a few minutes, Ms. Page should be ready for visitors."

“I knew you’d love this,” my boyfriend chuckled to himself when we walked inside. “It combines your love of animals and creepy things.”

"You're making fun of me, but you're annoying right."

“I know that I’m right. That’s why I picked it out.” Then he pinched my ass since there was no one behind us to see. I squeaked and swatted behind me, slapping at his hand hard. It just made him laugh. He was in a good mood and having a lot of fun.

That was the moment that it fully dawned on me that this was why he wanted us to move to Los Angeles so bad in the first place. We were going to have so many wonderful days like this and the ones before. It was always fun and never felt like work. We were going to get paid to play with our friends and maybe do good at the same time. It just loudly clicked in my brain. These moments were perfect, and the only thing that could have made it better was if Jasper was with us as well.

Edward loved feeding the baby bats almost as much as I did. We got to feed six types, all of them wildly different from one another and very cute. He was surprised at how fluffy they were. His grin when he held five tiny babies in his palms was adorable, especially as he spoke to them in a baby voice.

Next, we went outside to the outdoor habitats, to a large square one in particular. A single orangish bat was hanging from the branches of the tree in the center. She looked at us with wide happy eyes, her little ears beginning to wiggle as soon as she saw us with a bowl of fruit and flowery treats.

The director lifted her hand up to rub between its ears, and I swear it smiled. "This is Ms. Batty Page. She is a super rare giant golden-crowned flying fox. She is native to the Philippines and is frugivorous, meaning she eats mainly fruit. She was found injured a few years ago in the middle of LA. We believe she might have been kept as a pet and she either escaped or someone released her into the wild. Ms. Page sadly has a tiny hole in her wing that would make it difficult to be re-released into her native home, and she is obviously too friendly."

I reached up and could barely touch her head with my fingertips. She stretched out to me, rubbing her tiny muzzle over my fingers as she continued to wiggle her ears.

Wordlessly, Edward wrapped his big arms around my thighs and hoisted me up easily. He rubbed it’s belly while I scratched her head. She enjoyed it so much that she gave a long all over body shiver and yawned happily, blinking slowly as she stretched out her wings for a moment.

“I love her so much. I one hundred percent don’t want one as a pet, but, like, I totally want to keep her,” I cooed at the big fluffy bat.

“Would you like to hold her?” The director asked. I nodded my head so vigorously my curls bounced around my face.

Carefully, I took the flying fox once I was on my feet again, and it hugged itself to my chest with her smiling face right on my heart.

"Oh, my god. I am so happy right now. I'm cuddling a big bat, and it likes it. Oh, my god," I gushed, rubbing it's back. "Thank you for picking this out for me. This is so cool."

“Well, if it makes you this happy we can visit every animal sanctuary and zoo in the US. And Australia,” he chuckled, rubbing his fingers lightly over it’s spread out wings. “You should put some of them on the charity list.”

I grinned a little. "I think you're right. We can, though? Really? You're enjoying this, too?"

“Of course, I am,” he chuckled again. “Seeing you this happy would be worth it alone but... But love… Did you not see the super cute babies I got to hold? Who wouldn’t want to do that?”

“I love your enthusiasm so much,” the director said with a sweet little laugh. She offered him a piece of fruit to feed Batty while I was holding her. “You coming out and talking to us will hopefully be a great boost to donations.”

He smiled at the woman charmingly. “I hope so.”

“Is it okay if I take a selfie with Ms. Page?” I asked.

“Go ahead!”

Of course, we all took turns taking pictures with her. She loved it all because she kept getting fed fruit that she liked. I sent my selfie with her and Eddie to everyone. Alice, Rosalie, Demetri, Jake, Rachel, Rebecca, Esther, Chloe, Mrs. Lettie, and of course, Jasper. Edward sent them to his sisters.

“Alright, we have one more stop on our tour!” The director said cheerfully as she brought us to a huge holding pen. “So, this is where we keep our teenagers. This group is getting used to the outside world just a little bit before we let them go. We have a mix of all the native bats of California. We’re going to bring them some more snacks.”

Snacks this time was bugs. Lots of bugs. And the bats were excited about it, swooping and flying around us.

“Ah, Jesus,” Edward jerked back automatically when one whizzed by his head.

“Doing okay there, boss?” Tyler said in a chuckle from behind his camera.

Edward looked around for the bat that seemed most interested in him. “I’m not scared of them. I just don’t like things-” He ducked again, his eyes getting a little wider when it dove past. “It’s things flying around my head.”

“They won’t hurt you,” the director assured him.

"Oh, I know. I just-" he ducked mid-sentence again, making me laugh. "It's right by my ears."

I covered my mouth to hide my wicked smile. “It’s because you’ve got that frosting in your hair,” I teased. “You smell good.”

"Probably," he laughed. One flew past him again, and he automatically jerked back. You could tell by his face that it wasn't on purpose. "I can't make my body stop. Jesus, No-" he ducked a little again. I pressed my lips together to keep from laughing.

“They’re trying to figure out if he’s a good fruit tree to nap in,” Seth laughed quietly.

I saw one graze his cheek with its wing. Edward’s eyes got frightfully wide as he jumped. “NO! No means no, Mr. Batty!” I burst into hysterical laughter, covering my face with both my hands as I cackled at my jumpy boyfriend. Then one landed on his back. “AH! Fuck!”

“Oh, it’s got cute ears!” I laughed as I got a closer look because him being jumpy didn’t scare it off.

"That is a pallid bat! We really like these because they eat poisonous scorpions, but they also like crickets and sometimes even cactus nectar."

“Cool, cool, cool,” Edward said in a rush. “Please, get it off.”

The director took it off with a little smirk, holding it so I could give it a look and a pet before she let it go.

“Thank you so much for allowing us to play with your amazing bats today. I hope everyone takes the time to donate, even if it’s a dollar or two. We need bats for so many reasons besides being adorable,” I said as we left the cage.

“Yeah! Me too! Link to donate in the box down below.” Edward pointed at the camera.

He still had a big smile on his face when we got home from our amazingly full day. He pulled me into his arms and tried to go for a kiss, but I leaned my head back. "Let's go take a shower. I think we need to get cleaned up first."

“Mm, good idea,” he agreed. “Let me run to the gents first. And I’m kind of hungry. Want to order something afterward?”

I looked at him in surprise. “You don’t want me to make you something instead?”

“I always do, but it was a long day for you, too.”

“Mm, that’s true. Want to order something I can’t make? Sushi?”

Edward bit his lip as he considered it briefly. “Oh, yes. Sounds good. But I bet you could make sushi.”

“Sure, if someone taught me how,” I answered. He took out his phone and began to type as he walked towards the bathroom. “Are you typing ‘learn to make sushi?’” He nodded his head, still walking. “If we do that we should do it from the fish market to the table. Maybe talk to some experts. Also, we could learn sushi etiquette.” He just kept nodding as he disappeared behind the door.

I stripped out of my clothes and laid on the bed to wait for him, checking my phone as I did. I had a ton of messages in reply to my Mrs. Batty Page selfie.

Both Mrs. Lettie and Esther both said, ‘Aw, how cute!' Then they complimented my appearance. They both said I looked very happy. Chloe sent a bunch of heart-eyes emojis with the gif ‘it's so fluffy I could die.' Alice replied, ‘SKY PUPPY!!!!’

Jasper’s was, “I’m jealous of a bat.”

I quickly took a picture from my position, nude, on the bed, and sent it to him. “Don’t be. You can do it with my shirt off soon.”

“If I say I’m jealous again, do I get more random tit pics?”

“You could just ask for them.” I sent him another picture, this time with the pillow over my head and just of my chest.

The next message popped up instantly. “Thank you. lol, I'll keep that in mind for when I'm not at work. I miss you both.”

“We miss you, too. All I keep thinking about is how it will get even better when you’re here. Soon though.”

My phone beeped again, but this time the message was from Jake. It was a picture of him and Quil at a bar somewhere with a beer. The message read, "Our dumbass cousin wants to know where he can get one of those?”

I laughed, “lol the Philippines.”

“Really? Your job is super cool, sis.”

“It really is. My whole life is, actually," I agreed. I put my phone on the bed, sitting up when Edward came out of the bathroom. He was chuckling at something on his phone, and I knew he was talking to our boyfriend, too.

Looking up with a smile, he asked, "ready?"

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Episode Eighty: Manager

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Episode Eighty: Manager

Edward was in such a good mood as we worked together throughout the morning together on the videos. He made the coffee, and every time he turned off the cameras, he would kiss me in some way. My cheeks, nose, forehead, neck, but never my lips so as not to mess up my lipstick. He kept pinching my ass or tickling my sides. I felt like I spent the entire morning laughing.

Everything for breakfast was done and getting photographed when Zafrina showed up right on time for our meeting. We had even made the tomato sauce for the lasagna, and it was busy simmering away in a slow cooker. The whole house smelled great already. It made the entire space feel homier.

He opened the door for her when she knocked, jogging over to it. Edward was wearing just basic blue jeans and a comfortable t-shirt. There was an Easter-themed tea towel, that I had just purchased because it had chocolate bunnies on it, hanging from his back pocket since he was helping me do the dishes. His sock covered feet padded over swiftly, his ass doing a little wiggle as he went. He was so damn cute.

“I can smell that outside. What is it?” Zafrina leaned herself into the doorway before coming in, taking a long sniff. Her eyes were wide, her long straight hair hanging over her shoulder.

Edward grinned at her reaction, chuckling a little bit. “Homemade pasta sauce made from fresh tomatoes that Bella got from the farmer’s market yesterday for pasta. She’s going to make lasagna for dinner tonight. Have you eaten? She’s also prepared breakfast,” he said charmingly.

“I had a yogurt and coffee. But that was a few hours ago. Breakfast would be fantastic,” she answered as he ushered her inside the living room where I could see her better. “Good morning, Bella,” she called to me softly, raising a slender hand in a wave.

I put my camera away quickly so that we could eat everything while it was still hot. Washing my hands, I hurried to dry them. "Good morning! Can I get you something to drink? Milk, juice, coffee?" I offered politely like every good southern hostess was taught. My nerves came back in full force. Edward had been distracting me so well.

“Coffee would be just great,” she replied as she sat down at the table. “That is such a lovely view, Eddie.”

"I've seen yours, and it's not bad either," he smiled. "She lives only a few blocks over. Hers is nicer."

She waved her hand distractedly, looking at something on her phone before she put it in her purse. “But yours has been remodeled more recently.”

Edward helped me bring creamer and the strawberries from the fridge. There was so much to carry. I might have gone overboard. But I needed the diversion.

"Do you eat like this every morning?" She flicked her long black hair over her shoulder. Zafrina was wearing a zebra print pencil dress that fit snugly over her wafer-thin body with a big chunky wooden bead necklace. She looked very sleek and modern.

"Well, this is a lot," I admitted in a little laugh. "I don't usually do this much, but we're making videos. So, it’s work too. Though, I do try to cook for Edward and me as much as possible."

My boyfriend chuckled warmly, winking at me playfully. “I am a very spoiled man.”

"This is all beautiful. I can see what you mean, Eddie! This is definitely cookbook-worthy stuff," she said with a grin as he passed her a fresh cup of coffee. He also gave her a plate with a blueberry roll on it with a wink. It made her kind of melt too, just like it had done me. She wasn't immune to his charms either. She smirked at him, clearing her throat. "Now, shall we discuss some numbers? I know that's your favorite part," she said to him. "Oh, and pass me a slice of bacon, and I want to try those eggs, too. I’m so hungry now that my mouth is watering."

Mainly they talked numbers, and I shoved food into my mouth as I listened. Basically, she didn't get paid unless I did, but I already had enough offers that she wasn't afraid about that part in the least. She was excited because ever since I had come into his life, Edward had gotten a lot more attractive sponsorship deals. Cute couples were really appealing, apparently.

Then they started talking about the videos we already made together and how much money they had earned. Just his profit from the ones I was in.

"Our accountant was saying it was close to a quarter-million in just under six months," Edward mumbled as he pulled apart his roll, taking a big bite. He licked the icing off of his fingers casually. "This has been my best year already for YouTube, and it's not even April yet. March has been amazing, revenue-wise. Bella seems to be my good luck charm."

Two hundred and fifty thousand. Our accountant told him. The entire concept baffled and scared me. It felt so much more high stakes when they put it in those terms.

“You’re getting millions of views a month. This is the perfect time to expand,” Zafrina commented, taking a bite of bacon. It was her third piece. She really liked it. “Between your commercial work. The movies and television. Not to mention the awards... With the addition of Seth and Tyler’s stuff. And, of course, Bella, along with your videos, you could boost that into the billions one day very soon. By the end of this year, I’m betting. Just think of that ad revenue.”

“And don’t forget about Jasper,” he added.

"Oh, yeah. Him, too." She poured herself another cup of coffee. My eyes focused on the dark black liquid as it flowed into the stark white mug. My fingers absently played with the charm on the necklace that my aunt gave me. A single phrase kept repeating in my head.

Billions of views a month.

My brain wasn't working very well. I hated math and numbers so much. It was like it just wanted to shut down, and I couldn't understand why.

Edward touched my back suddenly. It was gentle, but I still jumped a little in my seat and drew in a short sharp breath. I didn't realize I had been staring off into nothingness. I probably looked insane.

"You okay?" He asked, worriedly.

I forced a smile. "Fine. Just… overwhelmed by such large numbers. I know your work has already gotten into the billions of views." I shook my head. I turned to Zafrina. "I'm glad Edward is here to help me with all of this. He's so much better at it. I couldn't do it on my own." The last sentence felt like a major understatement.

"Eddie is a great businessman. And he is going to make both of us very wealthy women." She smiled before reaching for my hand to give it a little pat. "Now, would you like to sign that paperwork now, Bella?"

I licked my lips, looking over at Edward. He smiled encouragingly. Taking a deep breath, I nodded. “Yes, I would.”

Zafrina clapped her hands together happily. "Great! Fantastic. This is extremely exciting," she said brightly as she pulled a contract from her big beautiful brown leather briefcase. "Ms. Swan, I cannot tell you how happy I am that I talked him into letting you take his picture in the first place. He fought me tooth and nail, pouting the whole way. You should be thanking me." She pointed at Edward with one her long sharp, perfect nails, wagging it at him. He laughed and playfully raised his hands in defense.

"I have thanked you, and you know it. Many times. Also, I pay you a shit ton of money, and I gave you a very nice Christmas gift. And birthday present, too. I would like you to know that your tastes are more expensive than my girlfriend's, by the way. I tried to buy her a nice Fendi, or whatever, purse like I got you for your birthday. Yesterday at the mall. And she would have none of it," he chuckled, taking my hand. "See? Should have let me buy it for you. It's the least I could do."

I shook my head, blushing a little bit. "That particular purse was actually just ugly," I teased him, making her laugh. "God, those shoes you picked me out, though. Those Jimmy Choos. I never thought I would own a pair, and they're gorgeous and so outrageous." I didn’t want him to think that I didn’t like his tastes. Almost everything else had been beautiful.

“Were those the black or white ones?” He asked. Edward had bought me a few pairs of shoes. I think he had liked shopping for those the most.

“The ruby red slippers that would make Dorothy eat her heart out,” I joked. “I’m going to wear them to the award show.”

"Oh, yes," he drew out. "I like those a lot."

Our manager’s eyes lit up. “Jimmy Choos? Can I see those after we sign this paperwork? I love shoes so much,” Zafrina said to me excitedly. “And would it be okay if I take one of those rolls with me? My secretary loves blueberries. They’re her favorite.”

"Take a few and stop him from eating them all," I teased my boyfriend. He was on his second roll, and he had frosting on his fingers. He kept distractingly licking them off.

“Yeah, actually. That’s probably a good idea,” he agreed, sucking the sugar off from his thumb.

Zafrina loved my shoes. Edward mumbled under his breath that he knew what to buy her next time he needed a gift for her, and she spouted off her shoe size without looking away from the red high heels. He laughed and pulled out his phone so that he could write down the note.

After she left, we spent the afternoon making some more cooking videos. Custard and whipped cream first, breadsticks, and then finally the lasagna. Nothing was rushed, and it was a lovely afternoon. We ate dinner outside by the pool with a glass of white wine.

Once all the food was made and eaten, we went into his office so he could upload all the footage and work for a little while. I sat on the couch with my laptop, listening to music while I worked on our pictures quietly from the evening a couple of nights before.

When I was finally done, I put them all in a folder on our shared online drive and didn’t say anything. I titled it merely with the date, wondering exactly how long it would take him to realize they were there.

The answer was about an hour.

I knew exactly when he saw the first one with me laying nude on the wall, smoke curling from my fingers and the mountains a dark silhouette behind me. He made a soft whimpering sound, covering his mouth with his hand.

“Oh, fuck… Bella... “ he moaned. He turned in his computer chair to glance at me. “Really?” It’s like he didn’t know what else to say about them.

“Do you like them?” I asked nonchalantly, looking up from my screen. I had moved on to pictures from New Orleans, my laptop lit up with neon.

He hummed for a moment, looking back at his screen. "I seriously don't know how I'm going to choose. You're so delicious in all of them," he said, hurriedly clicking through the many photographs. "Wow. God. You are so sexy. Thank you for editing them for me," Edward replied, almost breathlessly.

“You’re welcome,” I said lightly.

He sat quietly for a few minutes, looking at the pictures over and over again. Finally, he just shared the whole file with Jasper. Watching out of the corner of my eye, I giggled to myself. I bit my lip as I continued to work.

His phone literally rang a minute later. My giggles turned into full laughter.

Edward answered it and put it on speaker.

“I’m- I’m at work right now, darling. What are you trying to do to me? Are you fucking serious?” Jasper said in a rather high pitched and strained voice. This was not acting. This was torture.

Our boyfriend laughed, “yeah. I am very fucking serious, love.”

Jasper moaned. “Good god. I… Oh, fuck- just… Seriously?” He kind of laughed. I could hear him rub his hand over my mouth. “I may actually be too horny to go back to work now. You fucking bastard.”

I laughed too loudly. My hands flew to my mouth, my head falling back against the arm of the couch.

“Dove, you missed your calling as a goddess.”

“No, I didn’t. Apparently, I’m going to be a domestic one with my own cookbooks and television shows,” I joked playfully.

“Honestly, that’s perfect for you,” he chuckled. “When did you take these?”

“A couple of days ago,” Edward answered. “She let me after we went dancing for the video.”

He sighed softly. “I like that one,” he said almost thoughtfully. “I like how you look at each other. It makes my heart so happy.”

"I am always amazed by how you can go from perverted to charming and back again in a single conversation." I shook my head and smiled to myself. "Sometimes, in a single sentence."

Edward laughed. “He’s always been like that. It’s a real problem actually, I think.” He was being an asshole for fun, and I think they both liked it.

"Oh, stuff it. You think I'm cute as hell. I know it now. You can make fun of me if you want to, but I know it's because you like me now," he quickly defended himself.

“Yeah, okay,” he scoffed back.

My eyes rolled as I shook my head. “Like children on a playground,” I said to myself. “So adorable!” I continued in a babying voice.

“Yeah. Well, you like us too. So, what does that say about you?” Jasper asked sarcastically.

“That I have a stunted maturity level?” I answered seriously. “Honey, it’s not a secret.”

He laughed at my answer and sighed. “How am I supposed to go back to work now?”

"Eh, just quit, and you can take the next set of pictures," Edward offered seductively. His voice sent an instant chill down my spine.

“Of you, her, or can I do both?”

“Both,” Edward and I said at the same time. Our boyfriend winked at me again, the second time in a day, grinning a little. “We can take turns,” he added. “I want to take your picture, too.”

"Damn you both. I want you so goddamn much. Bella, dove, I'm serious. You are a goddess, and neither one of us deserves how sexy you are. Thank you for sharing those pictures with me. They are art. You, my dove, are art," he said in a rush.

"They're pornographic, and you're just going to jerk off to them this evening, but sure. You're welcome," I smirked, blushing a little bit. "Enjoy."

“I’m going to wank off in the loo, right now. Are you kidding me?” He replied. Edward laughed loudly and covered his mouth with his fist. “Shut up. You knew what you were going to do to me, sending those to me right now. You knew that I was at work. Asshole.”

“You chose to open them right now!” He defended himself in a laugh. He wasn’t in the least bit sorry.

“You titled the message, ‘a present to make your day better.'"

Edward’s grin was wicked. “I did because isn’t your day just a little bit better knowing those pictures exist?”

“You’re purposely mean to me,” he replied in a tiny whimper. “Dove, I need to go back to work. Once again, thank you. I will text you again when I get off work tonight. And… Hey Tony?”

“Yeah?”

Jasper hung up, making me laugh again.

“You know what?” He muttered to himself as he picked up his phone. He quickly typed a message. “Your mustache is still stupid.” He said the words out loud as he wrote them.

Quietly, I snorted to myself. "It's just darling to watch you two flirt."

“I know, I know,” he laughed a little at my teasing. “But he’s right, though. You are a goddess.”

I bit my lip, smiling to myself. I closed my laptop, putting it to the side. “I think that’s enough editing for tonight, don’t you? Would you like to join me in the bath?”

He grinned, nodding eagerly as he shut down his computer for the evening.

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Episode Seventy-nine: Restless

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Episode Seventy-nine: Restless

Edward and I went to bed rather early after our wonderfully relaxing day together. I think we both needed it. Everything had been so hectic for so long. The unexpectedness of our time made it even better somehow. He had his fun, and I had mine. After dinner, we worked in his office, both editing for a long time. He had his videos, and I had my pictures. I decided that I wasn't going to show him his photographs until I was entirely done with them. He had actually taken close to a thousand in a very short amount of time.

I woke up just before dawn all alone in our big bed. It confused me at first, blindly searching the sheets until I opened my eyes. The bathroom door was opened, and it was dark. Pushing myself up, I looked around to see if he was in the room. I could see out towards the pool, and he wasn't sitting out smoking as he sometimes did when he couldn't sleep. I began to worry about him.

Quietly, I walked through the house to find him. It didn’t take very long. He was in his office, sitting in just his boxers. His headphones were over his ears as he focused hard on the screen. His hair stuck up all around it, long enough to curl around the band in places. The studio wanted him to grow it out so they could style it for the movie. Edward was staring pensively, his chin on his knuckles, as he adjusted some settings to make the video a little brighter.

Carefully, I moved my hands over his shoulders. I didn’t want to scare him. Leaning over, I kissed his cheek lightly. My wild curls fell over us.

"Have you slept any?" I asked curiously. His hand reached up and played with my hair almost automatically.

When I looked up, I realized that he was editing a video from Australia. Jasper was on the screen with him, laughing. I pressed my temple to his own, realizing why he was awake. I kissed it gently. It was probably late enough that our boyfriend was in bed, but I wondered if they had talked any. I couldn’t imagine how much he missed him.

"Yeah, I slept pretty hard, but I woke up a couple of hours ago, and I didn't want to bother you." He moved the headphones to his neck before leaning back in his chair. Edward turned his head to the side and lightly kissed me in return. "What are you doing up, lovely?"

I sort of shrugged in answer. Edward turned his chair and pulled me so that I was sitting on his lap. I shook my head a little, biting my lip as I dragged my fingers over his chest. I didn't look at him but at my hand.

"Just anxious, I suppose. I'll be fine."

“What are you anxious about?”

I looked away for a moment. “This thing with Zafrina. I know it makes sense for what we’re planning to do. The things you want to achieve. Especially if we really do work together like you want to, in the future. Books and shows and- It just seems so unreal. Yesterday you said all these wonderful things. Stuff that I wanted to hear fifteen years ago when I couldn’t get enough attention or love and affection.” I stopped, ashamed of what I was in the past. “But now, I feel so embarrassed for wanting the spotlight.”

He pulled back to look at me curiously. “Why?”

“Because I went about it the wrong way and obviously I wasn’t successful at it. It was clearly a very humbling experience for me. And now this. It’s just all so unbelievable,” I finished lamely, glancing up at him. “I never imagined…” I trailed off, shaking my head and swallowing the lump in my throat.

"Which part?" He asked inquisitively. Edward pushed my hair out of my eyes very gently, combing it behind my ear.

"All of it," I laughed, smiling slightly up at him before glancing down at the hand in my lap. I spun the loose-fitting ring that he had gotten me for Christmas around my finger absently. "The star part especially. I love you, but you are wildly biased."

He laughed as well, but then he nodded. “Yeah, you know what? I am. I really fucking am. And I always will be, but you will never see what I do. I know that, no matter how many times I try to hold up a mirror. But there is something that I need you to understand. To me, you just didn’t hang the moon… You are the moon. You are my moon. You are my sun. You are my bright little star and the whole damn solar system, too. And you are going to make us both so much fucking money, baby.”

I couldn’t help but giggle at his dramatics, looking away again as I flushed brightly. “Mm, okay. Honestly, I don’t think we really need to worry about that. At least, you don’t. You’re almost a Disney Prince at this point.”

Edward bit his lip for a moment and shrugged. "That's true. But if I can help you make your first couple of million on your own, maybe you won't worry about this money thing so much. It obviously scares you. If you feel like we’re on equal ground, it won’t matter anymore.”

“Millions?” I teased.

“Hey, you’re the one that said five million ain’t what it used to be,” he interjected.

“I guess so.”

He continued on, “I don't think it'll take too long. The offer from Nestle is pretty fucking sweet, pun intended, and it's just the beginning.” I giggled again at his silliness, making him genuinely smile. “Bella, in five years, I see at least two cookbooks and a network cooking show all your own. Nothing to do with me. We'll probably start working on the first book next year. Summer to be out around the Christmas season, maybe. That’s probably the best time to release something like that. And since you're already taking such wonderful pictures of all the food as you go, it's just a matter of organizing the recipes. For the first book, at least. We may want to get more focused on the next one."

“You’re serious,” I stated softly. He nodded. “Really?” His grin grew as he nodded again.

“This is how you ended up making it to Jupiter,” I smiled as I smoothed my hand over his jaw and brought him into a slow and lingering kiss. He tasted ever so slightly of chocolate, probably his late-night snack. “I love how you think so big about everything. Do you even know that limits exist?”

“I do, but I ignored them.” He chuckled a little. “Jasper calls that being a dramatic bitch.”

I laughed as I very clearly imagined him saying it in his funny, purposefully silly, high pitched voice. Waffling my head from side to side, I smiled. “Okay, sometimes. Not the bitch part. Most of the time. Only when it comes to spicy food. And tattoos,” I teased lightly.

"Now see here," he began in a laugh as he leaned in, pulling me to him at the same time in for another lovely kiss. At first, he was smiling against my lips, but then it became deeper and more intense. "Do you want to go back to bed for a while?" He asked when he finally pulled away.

“I’m really awake. I don’t know if I could fall back asleep,” I admitted.

"What would you like to do, then?"

I bit my lip as I considered it. There were probably a dozen things I could be doing, but all I could think about was the meeting and wanting it to go well. “Zafrina is coming over mid-morning. I could make a really nice breakfast to serve to her. And if I’m going to make a fancy meal, you might as well film it. We could get some videos done early. We were going to have all that camera equipment out anyway. Might as well give you some more backup stuff.”

He let out a heavy and happy sigh. Edward was practically glowing, his smile bright. “Yeah, we could do that. What are you thinking about making?”

Humming, I leaned against him, my back to his chest. "I can't decide between sweet or savory. I was thinking blueberry rolls with cream cheese frosting or roasted asparagus, mushrooms, and grape tomatoes with baked eggs again and toast. Also, I was going to make a strawberry kiwi salad in a mojito syrup, because I know how much you like your fruit. All of it here in California is so good, and I can't get enough."

“Oh, that all sounds amazing,” he mumbled as he put his chin on my shoulder. Both of his arms wrapped around me tightly. “I don’t know what to tell you. They both sound good. With some bacon on the side.”

I quickly nodded in agreement. “I could do both. And we could make four videos before she even gets here. The rolls, the egg bake, the salad, and we could do a quick one on how to make oven-cooked bacon since we have such lovely thick stuff from the farmer’s market. Then for tonight, I was going to make lasagna, breadsticks, and salad with peach tea. And chocolate custard for dessert with fresh whipped cream. So, how many videos is that altogether?” I began to count my fingers, thinking out loud. “One for the tomato sauce, then the lasagna itself, the bread, the salad dressing, custard, and the bourbon whipped cream, too. So, like, ten? That seems like a productive day without leaving the house.”

Edward quickly squeezed my waist, turning his face slightly to the side to press a tender kiss to my cheek. I brought my hand up to his, closing my eyes as I savored his attention.

"Yesterday, when I said that I was excited to work with you, this is what I meant.”

“I love doing this. I’m so glad I get to.”

“Me too,” he said in a playfully pleasant voice. “So, why don't we grab a quick shower, and you can get even prettier while I'll set up the cameras."

“Want me to fill in your eyebrows?” I teased.

He grinned. “Yeah, that would be great actually.”

Together we went into the bedroom. The sun was just beginning to glow red hot over the mountains, setting everything on fire with golden light. I stopped to look at it, feeling almost awestruck. Edward wrapped his arms around me from behind and placed his chin on the top of my head. I pulled them around me tighter.

“It’s so beautiful,” I breathed. “I’m so happy we live here. I feel so lucky.”

I felt him nod in agreement. “Every day here with you is a gift.”

I giggled softly. “You’re being extra charming this morning.”

"I try," he teased before pausing. "Can I take a picture of you right now?" He asked, almost timidly. "It's such a lovely background. It can just be on the phone."

“Sure,” I smiled in response. “But I want one with you, too.”

“Okay,” he grinned cheerfully.

Instead of giving me directions, he quickly led me over to the bed and had me sit on my knees in the very middle. I was wearing the beautiful silky red nightgown that I had gotten when we first started dating. The first time I wore it was the night that he sold his script to Disney, along with the now-notorious pink Target lingerie. Edward playfully fluffed up my curls as he stole kisses with a smile. Once again, he was in a terrific mood, and it washed over me like the sunshine that poured from the window.

He took several pictures with his phone of me from different angles, all with the mountains as the backdrop. Looking away or playing with my hair. He purposefully made me laugh to get shots of that. Finally, he crawled onto the mattress. Edward settled behind me so he could hide his face in my curls with the sun rising perfectly in the background. He lifted the camera above us, taking several more shots with his extended arm.

Giggling, I moved my hair to the side to kiss him. I heard the camera going the entire time. His other arm wrapped around my waist, hugging me to his toned body. It felt amazing.

"Can I post a couple?" He asked in my ear with an innocent smile. "You look amazing, and everything is covered."

I bit my lip and only thought about it for a second. “Of course. But first...” I took off my nightgown and turned to face him on my knees, kissing his cheek. “Why don’t you take a picture or two for Jasper? Give him something nice to wake up to.”

Edward chuckled happily, his big hand sliding up my back as he brought me closer to him. I turned my face to the side more as I kissed his ear. Gently, I tugged on it, making him moan. I heard him take several pictures as I did. I could only imagine the scene of my bare light brown sun-freckled back with my black curls everywhere as I kissed our shared love, his long pale fingers standing out against my skin. All while the sunrise glowed in the background.

He hummed in pleasure, finally dropping the phone to the side so that he could kiss me properly. Fisting my hair with one and grabbing a whole handful of my ass in the other, Edward kissed me savagely for several minutes.

“Come on, handsome. Let’s go fool around in the shower before we get to work,” I said breathlessly as I finally pulled away from him.

"This day has just started, and it just keeps getting better and better," he teased as he pulled me off the bed. Dramatically, he threw me over his shoulder. He loved that he had the ability to just toss me around like a rag doll. I didn't hate it, either. It gave me the chance to grab his gorgeous ass. "And better." I gripped tighter. "And better." I giggled, slipping my hands down the back of his boxers. "Oh! And better," he said in a cheesy voice.

Carefully, I wiggled my butt, kicking one of my legs up. “Wait until you see what I do to you in the shower.”

Edward smacked my ass playfully. “And better…”

It was going to be a fun day.

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Episode Seventy-Eight: Breakfast and Barney's

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I woke up to Edward’s alarm on his phone gently singing. He had to record that day so we got up early together. We wanted the time together so that we could work out, and I could cook breakfast for us. I loved doing it for him. It felt so blissfully normal.

After a good hour in the gym and an even better shower, I went into the kitchen to start cooking while he continued to get ready for his day. Edward was working on some business things as he did. He was talking on the phone while he did his hair and picked his clothes out for the day, pacing between tasks. I was just wearing his t-shirt, my wet hair pulled up away from my neck. Before I left the room, he pressed a kiss to my exposed neck, his free hand pulling me into a quick hug against his chest.

“Pretty girl,” he whispered in my ear before getting back to his call. “Yeah, Zafrina, I hear you. I think that’s something I should consider for sure.”

I padded off with a dopey little smile.

Edward loved eggs in all their forms, especially with cheese and some sort of sauce so I made him my own recipe for eggs in a thick tomato gravy with mushrooms, zucchini, onions, and tons of garlic with melted parmesan cheese on top. I served it with crusty toasted buttered Italian bread and a citrus salad with navel and blood oranges and grapefruit in a sweet, simple lime syrup.

“Bells,” he moaned when he walked in with just his t-shirt and boxers on still. “I can smell that from my office. Oh, god. I’m so hungry.”

“It’s almost done if you want to start the coffee for me.” I smiled as I put the fruit and toast on the table. “I’m making you a big meal because I know you don’t stop to eat when you’re at the studio.”

“Thank you,” he said warmly as he returned my smile, pressing a kiss to my cheek. “So thoughtful.”

"You're welcome." I pulled away so I could take the eggs out of the oven and he made an ‘oo' noise when he saw what I had for us. There were two dishes of sauce, one with two eggs, and the other was larger with three. The shredded cheese was browned nicely. "So, today I'm going to make a list for the grocery store for the videos tomorrow. Do you need me to grab anything?"

He paused for a moment, thinking with the just whistled kettle in his hand. “Get some more creamer. Maybe get something different. Whatever you want, though.”

"We should make a video where we make lots of coffee drinks," I said in passing, sitting down in my seat at the table after I put the food down. "Regular and liquor ones. I could do the recipe, and we could film ‘try’ videos with the guys. You know how they like coffee, too."

Edward didn't say anything. Instead, he just pulled out his phone and began to type before he joined me with the coffee to go along with our breakfast. I smirked to myself. He loved it when I gave him more work way too much.

"So, there is something I was just talking to Zafrina about, and I'd like to discuss it with you to see what you think," he began very seriously, and I could tell he was actually nervous for some reason. I couldn't understand why. It was his career. He could do whatever he wanted, and I would support him.

“Go ahead,” I smiled at him reassuringly.

“I was serious about launching your own channel next month. I’ve already started planning it out with Jasper, Seth, and Tyler. Are you okay with that?”

"Yeah, of course. What do I have to do?" I asked curiously.

“Keep coming up with ideas and be your charming and lovely self whenever you feel like it.”

“I think I can manage that.” I grinned at his own charm.

He cleared his throat as he cut into his runny eggs with the side of his fork before dipping his toast into it. "Yeah, I know you can. Very well. In fact, I think you're going to do so well that you're going to need someone else to manage everything else for you. All the things I can't manage or don't want to. And so does Zafrina."

“What?” I asked slowly, looking at him.

"Bella, we've been getting some offers to do some sponsored cooking stuff. They're sending it through her right now, but really, those are all because of you. You will need someone to manage the contracts and money stuff."

“They just want you, Eddie.”

He rolled his eyes and shook his head. “No. They don’t. They want you, too.”

“Seriously?”

"Yes," he laughed. We were going to have this conversation a million times in a million different ways, but I wasn't ever going to really believe him, it felt like.

I shook my head. “I’m just cooking for us.”

"Yeah, and you're entertaining as fuck while not even trying. It's crazy. I'm jealous. I work my ass off to be that person in the videos, and you're effortless," he said very seriously, taking another bite as he shook his head to himself.

“Oh, do shut up,” I used his phrase. “What do you mean sponsored, though?”

“A couple of grocery stores and a few companies have expressed interest in us doing a series of cooking videos using their products. They give us the product, we use it in whatever way we want.”

I felt taken back. “Can I ask which?”

Edward laughed again, “yes, of course, you can. Well, Aldi for one. Kroger’s. There were lots of food companies but the one in particular that I think the most interesting is from Nestle. Though the most random is the one from ‘big avocado’ as Zafrina called it.”

I laughed as well, covering my mouth. “Kroger or Nestle doesn’t want me to do nothing,” I said in a thick accent, disbelievingly. “They’re huge companies.”

“Honey, they asked for you in particular. Us. They actually want us together because we make such a good duo,” he said with a grin. “Isabella, you are going to be a star.” He tapped his long thin finger on the table beside me.

“No,” I scoffed.

“Look at me, woman,” he said as he pointed at his nose. “I have seen your potential since the very first video we made together. You weren’t meant for Broadway, baby. You need a more personal stage. That’s why you love pictures so much. Now let me show everyone how bright and beautiful you are.”

“Edward,” I laughed again at his dramatics. He was in a mood already that morning because he knew I was going to argue with him somewhat. “Why would Zafrina want to sign me? Okay, maybe I’ll be something on YouTube. I’m not trying to be you.”

“And you shouldn’t! You’re great the way you are! Love… She came to me with the idea, but, to be honest, I’ve been thinking about it for a little while now. YouTube is just the start. It’ll lead to real cooking shows. Cookbooks. Commercials. You are charming, smart, quick, good with people. Fucking gorgeous to boot. And literally, you could talk to a wall for half an hour and make it an interesting conversation somehow. You are going to be sponsored out the ass.”

“And yet I just have to show up and be cute?” I asked with a raised eyebrow in his direction.

“For now. And we’ll only do what you want, of course. You can pick what sponsors we take. We’ll get paid lots of money to play around in our kitchen together all day,” he said then pouted out his bottom lip like he was expecting me to tell him no. “If you just want to do YouTube forever, I’m fine with that. But you should make the money you deserve while doing it. Also, she could help you get photography work here.”

“Okay,” I answered, putting my chin on my palm.

“Wait, really?” He asked in surprise.

"Yeah." I cocked my head to the side as I smiled at him. "It does make sense, especially if she can help me with photography stuff, too. My store is doing great, but I would like to continue doing magazine work if I can. I enjoy it so much."

“And she could help you with that gallery you were talking about.”

I bit my lip for a moment. “That might be a little too much to think about right now,” I said in a little voice. “I still want to, but maybe after we get settled. I have so many pictures to edit. I’m so behind. I have thousands just from New Orleans, not to mention Australia, and then in La Push. I need to spend a week doing nothing but editing.”

“Well, the only thing you have to do for sure next week is to film out with the boys, and you’ll want to come because you’ll love it,” Edward said teasingly, taking my hand and kissing it. “And the Children’s Choice awards.”

"I am so nervous about that," I admitted. The event at New Years was one thing, this was another. He was going to have to really stop and talk to the media. People were going to look at me and care what I looked like later. They were going to judge me on a far larger scale. Edward was nominated for two awards too, so a lot of cameras were going to be on him. I knew he already had his clothes for it, but he picked them out far in advance to be tailored since he was so tall.

“The kid’s ones are fun. Don’t worry. They’re really relaxed. As far as award show carpets go, it’s the easiest way to start,” he promised.

"I've been putting off getting an outfit. I need to figure out what I want to wear. I'm worried no matter what I'll do, it'll be wrong, and I'll look stupid. I really wish Demetri could help me."

"Call him. Invite him out for next weekend. Seriously. He can do your makeup, and I'll pay him for the pleasure. He'll jump at the chance for a little vacation. And we can consider it a business expense. Oh, in fact..." He pulled out his wallet and handed me a card. "For the food for the videos. Buy anything you need for the red carpet on here, too. And the videos from now on. It's easier to keep track of business expenses that way."

The card had my name on it. “So, I’m really working with you now. It’s official.”

“Welcome to the entertainment industry, Ms. Swan. They won’t know what hit them,” he said as he leaned over to press a kiss to my cheek. “I love you. I can’t wait to work with you more. I enjoy it so much.”

“I do too.” I leaned my face closer his. I drew my fingers over his jaw, lovingly pressing kisses along his cheek.

“Really?”

"Really," I assured him gently with a little smile. "Cookbooks, though? Really?"

Instead of answering me, he shoveled a giant bite of food into his mouth. I laughed, covering my face with both my hands with just my eyes peeking out at him. “Thank you for breakfast,” he mumbled through his tomatoes and eggs. “I love the sauce.”

"I like it on chicken and steamed rice, too. With peas," I said when I moved my hands. He was grinning at me. "I'll make it for you soon. It's some of my favorite comfort food despite it being good for you. I usually make it really spicy though for Al and me."

“Ehhh…” Edward drew out, his hand on his chest like he already had heartburn. “Let’s start mild.”

“Okay,” I smirked. “I need to get a good supply of hot sauce for the house.”

“Yeah, you do that. You sprinkle that shit all over your food,” he teased, taking another bite of toast. I giggled evilly. He raised an eyebrow at me challengingly. All it did was make me dissolve into real laughter. His answering smile was so sweet.

When we finished eating, he kissed me soundly before dashing off to get dressed.

“Zafrina will come over tomorrow morning and talk to you. Bring some paperwork for you to sign, if you’re ready,” he said when it came back in, looking very handsome and professional for the studio.

“Sounds good.” I nodded, still sitting at the table as I enjoyed another cup of coffee and looked at the grocery store circulars.

"I always love our breakfast talks." He kissed my forehead. "Have a good day and," he leaned down to whisper in my ear, "don't forget to edit those pictures for Jasper and me."

My skin instantly flushed. "Mm… Yes, sir," I hummed. "Have a good day and good luck. I'll see you tonight."

“I cannot wait.”

I made the grocery list I needed for the following day for our cooking videos and for the food we would need for the rest of the week, just for us. Then, as I got ready to go out, I decided to call Demetri. Edward meant his offer, and I wanted my friend around. I needed his advice at least.

“Hi, honey. I have some business to talk with you,” I began right away.

"Let's hear it," he chirped. "Are you at home?"

"Yeah, in LA. So, Eddie has an award show next week, and I was wondering if you'd like to do my hair and makeup. He is offering to pay for everything. You can come for a quick weekend."

"What? For real?" He asked excitedly.

"Yeah, sorry that it's so last minute. Everything else has been going on. If you can't, I'll manage on my own, but it'll make it easier. Either way, I need you to tell me how to do my makeup."

“I’d love to come to see you! A weekend in LA? Yes, please. I have nothing on this weekend anyway that I can’t skip. I miss you,” he gushed.

“Oh, thank you! I love you!” I said, instantly relieved.

“I love you, too!”

I laughed a little to myself. “Honestly, it might become a regular thing if we go to a lot of red carpet stuff. You’re my favorite makeup artist. I wouldn’t feel right going to anyone else.”

Demetri drew in a little breath. “I would be honored! Especially if he’s paying me to do it.”

I smirked. “He is. He’ll pay for all of your travel expenses, supplies, and for your time. And you know I’ll feed you.”

"I love that man."

"So do I. Alright, I'm going to go out shopping today. Then we can go from there. We can use my makeup and buy anything I don't have. Okay, I'll talk to Eddie, and I'll text you with information later so we can figure out your flight. Do you want to stay here with us? Or would you prefer a hotel?"

“Yes, please!” He practically squealed. “I’ll take the guest bedroom in a Burbank Mansion anytime over a Laquinta.”

“Riley coming, too?”

My friend sighed heavily. “He’s out of town already. Work stuff. Boo, so boring. He’ll be gone for another two weeks. He’s even in the boring part of Europe.”

“What’s the boring part?” I asked curiously.

"Someplace that I can't pronounce that doesn't like tourists."

“That narrows it down,” I laughed at his vagueness. “Do you even know?”

He sighed again. "No, actually. It was so dull I tuned him out," he admitted. "I'm a terrible husband, but, after he said ‘no wifi' I just couldn't."

"Well, there is excellent wifi here. Very fast. So, I'll see you next week?"

“Yes. I can’t wait. I’ll talk to you later. Have fun shopping!”

I knew I had to spend a little more on the dresses I was going to wear for Edward's events now that we were more serious. Macy's clearance wasn't going to cut it. I decided to go to The Grove for the first time. Barneys was my first stop, but as soon as I got inside, I wanted to turn right back around. Everything was so expensive. I felt so out of place.

As I was turning to go, my phone rang. To my surprise, it was Edward.

“Hey!”

“Hi. So, guess what?” He began excitedly.

“What?”

"The director had a mini-meltdown, not at me, but because the recording equipment fucked up, and I get the rest of the day off! Where are you?" I could hear his joy at having an unexpected free day with me.

“The Grove. Barneys right now, looking for a dress,” I explained quietly.

"Oh, I know you just hate that. Well, I'll be right over, and I'll keep you company. I'm not far from there at all, actually. It'll just be a few minutes," he said in a rush. "Stay there."

“Okay,” I said softly in a giggle.

Edward hummed for a moment as he thought of something. “Maybe we can pick you out something sexy to dance in,” he said in a low voice.

“I’ll meet you in lingerie?” I offered, making him chuckle.

“Mm, perfect. Be right there. Love you.”

“I love you, too.”

I went to the underwear section first, but I found it rather dull. None of it had any color. Only a few minutes later, I felt his hands on my shoulders. He really was surprisingly close.

“It’s all pretty basic,” I said as I leaned back against him instead of saying hello.

“I don’t know. I see some stuff I like,” he answered thoughtfully as he picked out a black lace bodysuit with long sleeves. “Mm, like this.”

“That’s seven hundred for something that is barely there,” I laughed. “Honestly, I was probably going to go to another store. I looked at one price tag and gagged.”

"I shop here all the time. This seems like a perfect place to get your red carpet stuff. And if we get it soon enough, we can have it tailored. Why don't we look again together? I know how you shop," he said, kissing my ear. "You know, I've just realized… I've not taken you out shopping."

“Yes, you have,” I smirked. He was being purposefully stupid.

“To Target.”

“We went to the mall in Sydney.”

He was unimpressed with my answer. "Yes, but with other people, and you didn't let me buy you very many things. We bought stuff mostly for the baby," my boyfriend said as if it mattered.

“Your birthday,” I said with a smirk, walking over towards the dresses.

"That was all for me, and that was months ago. I can’t believe it’s almost April.”

“Are you excited to start filming?” I asked. His new movie was going to start on the first.

He grinned and wrapped an arm around my waist. “Yeah. I really am. Are you going to come to watch me on the set?”

“Can I?”

“Please. I want you to,” he said eagerly. I smiled to myself. “At least for a day. You don’t have to stay the entire time.”

“I’d love to.”

"Yeah! Great," he smiled happily. His part of filming would take about three weeks. He learned his lines before we even got to Sydney. He probably had it memorized the entire script on the plane on the way to New Orleans right after he got the part. He wasn't one for practicing out loud, but rather in his head. He was nervous but also super excited. "Now, let me take you shopping. Please?" His smile was shit eating. "I like shopping."

“I am so glad you make so much money,” I mumbled.

“Mm, me too. Means I can buy you this little thing and maybe those heels to go with it,” he pointed at a display. They were patent leather black Louboutins. “Actually you’ll need a few new pairs to go with all your new dresses, probably. And you’ll need something to wear to the awards, both premieres, there are a couple of parties too. I’m sure there will be more. Hm,” he said thoughtfully, following me into the formal wear. I turned to look at him, we were very close. “What?”

“You are too much, you know that?”

“And you’ll need all the accessories, too,” he continued, pushing me along. “I really like you in gold. And in blue. And red. Actually, you’re lovely in any shade. Hi,” he beamed at the saleswoman that walked up to him. Someone must have had too much coffee that morning. Or Eddie met me at the mall instead of Edward.

“Hi, can I help you?” She grinned at us both. Edward practically screamed money. He was wearing nice slacks and a button-down shirt with very sharp looking leather shoes. His hair was perfect, his watch was a Rolex, and he practically looked like a walking commercial for a Jaguar or BMW. He could sell you anything with his charming smile. She looked down at me quickly and then back at him.

I was wearing Old Navy and Target. Not that she glanced long enough to really see me. She was more interested in Edward, not that I could really blame her for that. He was beautiful.

“My girl needs a few dresses for some red carpet events coming up. She will need several looks. Anything she wants, the sky's the limit.” Yup. Eddie was out to play. He hadn’t been able to let loose at the studio.

“What kind of red carpet events, if I can ask? Are we going for more of a party or a formal look?”

"One’s a kid's award show. So I'll need something a little fun," I interjected. "Nothing too stuffy."

“I’m wearing a tux for the two premiers though, so something more formal for that,” he answered for me. “I’m so excited to see you in a gown. You’re going to be even more beautiful somehow.”

“Aw,” she said involuntarily then quickly put her hand over her lips. “You are so sweet. Sorry. Um... Okay, I’ll start you a dressing room,” she fluttered off.

“I wonder if she needs any more information than that. Like my size,” I said sarcastically. “Don’t dazzle the poor woman. She has to work today.”

He chuckled, “I didn’t do anything.”

"You exist, that's enough," I teased. "Okay. Fine. Go for it. I know it's what you want to do. Go pick me out some things. This wasn’t exactly what I meant when I said I wanted you to buy me some clothes, but you can play very expensive Bella Barbie. If I know you, you probably have an image of what you'd like me to wear in your head already anyway."

He tried to look innocent for a moment, but his smile grew crooked to one side, and he rubbed his hands together. "Yeah?"

“Yeah. It’s your money. Your events.”

We spent three hours with him picking me out dresses, shoes, and even some of the accessories to go with them. He obviously had fun. Edward overwhelmed every saleswoman he came in contact with.

When we got to the car, he brought my hand to his lips and lightly kissed it. “So, what else did you have on the agenda today? Grocery store, right? What else?”

“Do you want to go to the farmer’s market with me?” I offered.

“Sure. Do you want to take this stuff home and grab your camera? I know you like take pictures at those kinds of things,” he replied. “It is a beautiful day. It would be perfect for it.”

I took his face in my hands, kissing his lips soundly for a long moment. “I’d love that. And then I’ll make you a nice dinner. And tonight, would you like to relax? Maybe we can play a game or something? Or, I can lay on you while you play video games. I like watching you.”

It was his turn to pull me into a kiss with his hands on my cheeks. He nodded, pushing his forehead against mine before lightly brushing his nose against mine. “I would love that.”

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Episode Seventy-Seven: Adventurous

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Episode Seventy-Seven: Adventurous

Warning: this episode contains graphic sexual descriptions. Reader discretion is advised. Intended for a mature audience only. (18+)

Quickly, I applied my lipstick after brushing my teeth. When I was done, I found Edward on the loveseat outside by the pool, smoking one of his filtered joints and drinking a large glass of white wine.

“I’m not wearing anything special underneath this,” I informed him as I handed him my camera, trading him for the joint. After dancing, I changed into blue jeans and a plain white t-shirt. I took the lighter, making the end glow so I could take a long hit.

He snapped my picture as I took another. "I don't care." Edward took several more as I blew out the smoke into the air. "Take your hair down and take another hit for me."

Shaking my hair loose from my ponytail, I brought the smoke up to my lips afterward. Drawing it in deeply, I blew it in a sharp stream. I wonder what vision he had of me as a photographer. I wanted to be his perfect model in every way.

He took it back from my fingers, taking a drag himself before giving me his next command. “Take off your shirt.”

I laughed a little, picking up his glass of wine so I could take a big gulp. Then without any more hesitation, I pulled the t-shirt over my head. All the while, he took pictures. He passed me back the lit joint when I was done, and I knew what he wanted. I drew the smoke into my lungs, making the cherry glow red hot.

“You’re going to get me very high,” I kidded as I blew more smoke into the air again, running my other hand between my breasts as I did. His eyes followed my fingers, still steadily taking photos of my every action.

“Would that be such a bad thing?” He asked me curiously.

I shook my head, letting my hand slid down the front of my jeans just a little. “I think you just want to take advantage of me.”

“Go sit over there,” he dictated, pointing to the low point in his wall that had the view of the mountains on the other side. No one would be able to see us. The low light and the sky were so beautiful. “I don’t think you mind that much,” he smirked.

“Mm, I suppose not. As long as you promise to take good care of me.”

"I will. Always."

Smiling to myself, I walked to where he wanted me. I sat on the wall, looking over the beautiful view as I smoked. He obviously enjoyed taking his pictures. Passing the joint back before I reached behind me and popping off my bra, I stretched my arms above my head lazily. Tossing the garment to the ground, I pulled my hair over my shoulder as I gazed at him.

“You are a work of art,” he breathed worshipfully from his spot a few feet in front of me. He gave me back the smoke.

I giggled as I laid out on the wall, one arm above my head while I kept the joint between my fingers. Rolling just my head to the side, I looked in his direction. "Do you know how nice it is to know you think that I'm as sexy as I think you are?" I questioned, honestly. "You make me feel so beautiful and wanted. I want to be pretty for you, always."

Edward knelt down, still clicking away. I knew he was enjoying the view as much as I liked posing for him. I reached for him and took my hand for a second, bringing it to his mouth to lightly kiss.

“You are, my gorgeous girl. Now, take your jeans off for me.”

Putting the smoke between my lips, I used both hands to wiggle out my denim. He chuckled, taking pictures as I did. Finally, I dropped them to the side with my bra, pushing the smoke from my lips in a stream as I rolled to my side to look at him.

“Rest your head on your hand, with your fingers in your hair and put your other hand on your hip,” he commanded smoothly.

“I think you’d be a good photographer with some practice,” I told him softly with a smile. “You’re good at giving orders.”

His smile grew a little, looking down at the tiny screen. "Can I practice on you?"

“Anytime you want.” I took a hit before laying my hand back on my hip with the smoldering joint. Flicking the ashes carefully away from me, I had another. The smoke twisted into the air, the wind curling it in tendrils. “I feel like you’re good at knowing what you want to see, which is harder than it sounds.” He would make a good director, I decided. I could easily see that being in his future. Our future.

He smiled a little to himself. "Mm, I do know what I want to see, but I don't know how dirty you'll let me go."

“I’ll do whatever you want,” I breathed seductively. “Tell me what to do.”

Edward pushed his lips together for a moment, taking a deep breath as he looked me over with his hot gaze. He hummed in thought. “Lay back with one arm above your head, the joint in between your fingers, and play with yourself with your other hand down the front of your panties. And don’t stop until you get off,” he said in a firm voice.

Taking the dying smoke in my left hand, I stretched my arms above my head. Then slowly, I dragged my fingers down between my breasts and over my stomach. Pushing my hand into my underwear, I was instantly greeted by my wetness. I was so turned on by him and his words. I loved his intensity and his evident desire for me.

The click of the camera shutter echoed in my ears as I rubbed my clit, the wind making my bare nipples rock hard. My back arched off of the stone wall, my eyes sliding closed as I got closer and closer.

“Perfect. Keep going. Please. Please cum for me,” Edward said in a warm voice that rolled over my body.

“I love listening to you,” I gasped in confession, still working myself for his viewing pleasure. “When you asked me to dance for you earlier it turned me on so much. Your voice makes me so wet.”

“I know,” he said confidently, just turning me on more.”I can’t wait to taste you. Get nice and wet for me, love.”

“Oh, damn,” I moaned, my thighs shaking as I came. One of my legs slipped down the side of the wall, dangling off the edge.

“Mm, good girl. Now taste your fingers.” He was getting more and more sure of himself. I loved it and only wanted to encourage it. I brought them to my lips, sucking them down just like he wanted. “That’s going to be my cock in your mouth before the end of the night.”

My thighs pressed together involuntarily at his words.

“Come here, Isabella,” he finally called. I snubbed out the smoke and hopped down from the wall. Pulling me into a kiss, his free hand roughly grabbed my ass. “Go stand by the lounger and take off your panties for me.”

I knew which angle he would like the most. I walked to the long and low beach chair, facing away from him as I bent over to take off my underwear.

He came to stand a few feet away. He was still busily shooting. “Damn. I can tell much you like to pose for me. Your pussy looks so pretty like that. Such an adventurous girl, getting yourself off for me to watch. Outside even...”

“Edward,” I whimpered his name.

He smiled to himself, his desire practically swirling in his dark eyes. “You are so turned on for me. Get on your knees and get yourself off again.”

I crawled onto the softly cushioned lounger on my hands and knees, facing away from him, and he continued to take my picture the entire time. I slipped one hand between my legs and began to play with myself again, first rubbing my clit before pushing two fingers deep inside of me.

"Faster," he ordered, making me call out as I did what he wanted. "Now your clit. Play with it like I know you want to. Rub it hard for me." He moaned softly as he watched. "Oh, fuck. You are literally dripping for me, and I haven't even touched you yet. Call out my name when you cum."

It didn’t take very long to give him what he wanted. “Oh, fuck! Edward! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Edward,” I whined as I came again, bucking against my own hand.

“Turn around on your hands and knees,” he ordered, standing at the end of the chair with my camera. “Come undo my trousers.”

I smiled as I worked off his belt before freeing his rock hard erection from his boxers. He watched me intently, never stopping with the camera, as I massaged his erection. I looked up at him, holding his gaze as I put him in my mouth.

“Your lips look like they were made to wrap around my cock.”

I wasn’t sure how I could have gotten any more aroused as he took my picture while I pleasured him. I was so ready to have him inside of me. I lost myself to the sensation of him down my throat, enjoying every moment of it. I was admittedly high, but I was having an incredible time.

“Enough,” he growled, pulling me back by my hair. Carefully, he put my camera on the coffee table beside us and shoved me back onto the beach chair. He dropped to his knees in front of me, spreading my legs before shoving his face between my thighs.

“Oh!” I shrieked, too turned on to control myself. He held me still, my body wildly squirming as he pushed me as far as he could. He was making me cum over and over again just with his tongue, his fingers digging hard into my thighs. “EDWARD! Oh! FUCK! YES!”

Quickly bringing his mouth to mine, his cock slammed into me. I was beyond wet, and I was trembling under his intense fucking. My fingers latched onto his hair, yanking as I just tried to hold onto him.

"Isabella, fuck," he moaned, his big steady hand gripping my thigh. "There, oh, yes. I love fucking you like this. You feel so good. I can barely keep my cock inside of you, you squeeze me so tightly. Just like that. Fuck."

My nails dragged across his shoulders, the back of my head the only part of my body still on the lounger as I orgasmed around him. My legs were wrapped tightly around him, my body arching up so high I was pressed against his heaving chest.

“Bella,” he moaned into my neck as he came, his hands holding my body to his.

We were both sweaty, heaving, messes.

“Holy mother fucking god, Eddie. Uh.” I flopped back on the lounger, breathless and giddy. “Seriously. You make me feel so good. Damn…” I felt like there was nothing in my head, no worry or stress. “You might have actually fucked my brains out,” I playfully teased.

He chuckled as he came to lay beside me. Edward let out a ragged breath but smiled. Tugging me on top of him, he got more comfortable on the lounger. “Oh? Did you have fun?” He asked back cheekily as his fingers traced over my ass.

“I love when you take control like that so much,” I admitted. “You’ve been so dominating the past couple of days. It turns me on so much. I feel like it’s just what I need.”

Smiling a little bit to himself, he rubbed his nose against my cheek. “I’m enjoying it, too. Do you want to keep going?”

I nodded, making him smile wider. He pulled me into another kiss, his hand resting on the curve of my bare ass before he gently squeezed. “I want to do everything with you.”

"Me too," Edward breathed. We kissed for a long minute. "Tomorrow while I'm recording, I want you to edit those pictures for me, and I want you to send the best to Jasper," he whispered in my ear. He smirked at my suddenly shy expression, burying my face in his neck. "Or, would you rather me pick out which ones to send?"

“Yes,” I blushed as I said the word.

He chuckled. "Will it turn you on knowing you're editing pictures for Jasper and me?"

“Yeah,” I admitted quietly.

Edward pulled back to look at me for a moment. “But you don’t like your videos.”

“Pictures are different. I can’t hear myself.”

"Do you hate your voice that much?" He asked very seriously. I nodded, which just made him shake his head. "One day, you will realize how lovely you sound. Will you really let me record you dancing?"

"Yeah," I repeated, laughing quietly. "I like doing it for you, while in the moment, at least. I like knowing that you're going to watch it later when you're alone, and you're going to pleasure yourselves while thinking about me. You're going to play with your cocks and wish it was my fingers wrapped around you. I wonder how many times you've gotten yourselves off to the videos we sent you already," I mused.

“So many times,” he said with an embarrassed laugh in his voice. “Fuck, that was just… so incredibly… just- mmm. Fuck, everything about it. How he was touching you. Your face. Your lips. Then him in your sweet little mouth.” His hand moved over my ass as he pulled my thigh up over his growing erection. “See what thinking about it does to me?”

"Mm, yes," I replied as I slid on top of him entirely, his erection smoothly going inside of me as I did. He moaned softly. "I'm going to dance so pretty for you soon," I whispered dirtily in his ear. As much as I hated my voice, I knew he loved it, and I wouldn't deny him any pleasure he wanted. He hardened even more in me as I moved. "I'm going to wear something special for you. Do you want me to wear my birthday heels? I know you like to fuck me in them."

“Holy fuck,” he mumbled, holding onto my thighs as I bounced on top of him. His head rolled back against the cushions. “Yes, wear them for me. Your ass looks so good when you do.”

“I want you to pick out some more clothes and shoes for me to wear. Just for you.”

Edward hummed softly, his hands moving up my back. “Will you wear them out on a date for me? Some pretty little barely-there dress so I can show everyone how goddamn perfect you are?” He asked in a low tone just before smacking my ass hard.

“Yes,” I whimpered. “Harder.”

He spanked me several more times, each time sharper than the last.

“Goddamn,” he moaned, hissing as his hips met my every bounce. “I feel so insatiable right now. I can’t get enough.”

Then he flipped us over so that I was on my back and my legs were over his shoulders. He held onto both of my thighs with his big hands. “Play with yourself. I need to feel it again.”

Almost as soon as my fingers moved between my legs, we both came loudly, the chair sliding back with the force. We both panted and simply stared at one another in surprise for a couple of minutes.

“So, like…” I began dryly when I could talk again. “I don’t think I can walk now. Seriously. My legs might actually be useless.”

"Give me five minutes, and I'll carry you, sweetheart," he chuckled, flopping beside me again with a huff.

“Would high fiving you be inappropriate?” I asked, making him actually giggle. “Because I feel like that is the proper way to convey my feelings. Since obviously, I can’t jump up and down right now.” He continued to laugh. I looked over at him, grinning.

“It’s not too much?” Edward asked almost worriedly, rubbing a hand over the small of my back. We were both covered in sweat.

“What? All the sex?” I asked in confusion.

He ducked his head a little. “Yeah.”

"Oh, god," I snorted indelicately. "How about this? You can fuck me whenever you have the urge, and let's see who gets tired first." He laughed again, his face going scarlet.

Slowly, he licked the corner of his mouth. “And what if I end up fucking you four or five times a day?”

I tilted my head to the side. “That’s it?”

Edward snorted loudly. Jokingly, he high fived me before slapping my ass. I laughed, pressing my face into his side.

“I am having so much fun,” he breathed out, holding me tightly before giving me another searing kiss.

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