Edward loved being back home. It had taken him a while to maneuver the stairs, but slow and steady wins the race in the end. He had been texting and calling Bella all day and couldn’t wait till tomorrow to take her out on a date. The only thing he hated was that he couldn’t drive just yet, because he would have to have some specialized equipment attached to his vehicle. One of the questions he asked was whether or not he would ever be able to ride his bike again, and he was stoked to find out that yes, he would. Picking up his phone, he called a friend and employee of the Cullen Foundation.
“Ed, my man glad to hear from you,” Seth said.
“Thanks, man. I have a huge favor to ask,” Edward divulged.
“I got a date with the woman of my dreams, and I can’t drive,” he admitted. “I was wondering if you could be my chauffeur tomorrow evening?”
“Woman of your dreams, eh?” Seth quizzed.
“And more,” he gushed.
“Then I would be more than happy to drive you,” Seth confirmed.
“Thank you, I really want the night to be special for Bella,” Edward said.
“Bella? Bella Swan?” Seth questioned.
“Yes. How do you know her?” Edward asked.
“I flew her and Angela to Utah to deal with that horrible mess with the death of her parents at that cult community.”
“Cult?” Edward quizzed. There was no way Bella was messed up with a cult.
“Yeah. Damn fucking nut job leader trapped everyone in the temple and set the building on fire,” pointed out. “Bella helped the local cops with the details about the cult.”
“How would she know?”
“Her father slipped her out about five years or so ago. It seems the scumball leader had his sights set on Bella to become his next wife, and her father didn’t like the idea of that. He sent her to live with her cousin, Angela.”
“Fuck. When was this, and how did you get involved?” Edward asked.
“Emmett set it up for Bella and Angela to use the company jet when they received news of the tragedy at the compound. I flew them out the day after your accident and brought them back last week.” Seth answered. “Bella is one beautiful soul. You are one lucky son of a bitch to able to date her.”
“I don’t deserve her, but I am going to try to make her happy. There is something about her that I just have to know more about,” Edward confirmed. “Can you be here around six tomorrow?”
“Yeah, man. Do I get to drive that sexy beast Rolls Royce Black Badge Ghost?” Seth asked. The Cullens were collectors of both new and antique cars, and before Edward’s accident, he had purchased the Ghost.
“Oh, that would be perfect,” Edward declared.
“Do I need to wear a uniform and one of those funny little hats?” Seth joked.
“No, shithead,” Edward said. “Thanks for doing this.”
After the phone call was over, Edward texted Bella.
“I can’t wait until I can see you tomorrow.” – E
“Me either. I am getting a new dress and going to the spa with the girls.” – B
“Spa? What are you having done?” – E
“Ahh.” – B
Edward wondered why she was telling him, and then it came to him. Fuck, she was going to a spa.
“Spa. Are you getting your kitty waxed?” – E
“Blushing!!!!” – B
“Damn woman, you know what your blush does to me. But you haven’t answered.” – E
“Well, maybe.” – B
Fuck, she was going to be waxed. The thought of her smooth blushed mound made him hard. He was going to have to jack off again.
“Damn! What are you doing this evening?” – E
“Meeting Angela for a drink.” – B
“I hope you don’t find the man of your dreams and run away with him.” 😦 – E
“I already have, Sir.”- B
Edward was excited to see that she was calling him sir. As much as he wanted to go straight into the playroom, he wanted to get to know Bella, as herself and not as a submissive. Also, he was going to contact the Dominant that Angela suggested who had a similar disability. When and if he took Bella to his playroom, he wanted to be prepared.
“I love hearing that. Go have fun with Angela. I will pick you up at 6:30.” – E
“I will be ready.”- B
Edward’s physical therapist came and completed their daily workout. Tonya was tall with blond curly hair and crystal blue eyes.
“Edward, your muscle is tight,” she purred as she ran her hand up and down his injured leg.
“I think I might have overdone it with trying to maneuver the stairs,” Edward said, feeling a little uncomfortable.
“You must be careful. The leg is still weak from the accident, and you must watch out for overexertion,” Tonya instructed.
“Alright. Is there anything else today?” Edward asked.
“No we are finished,” Tonya replied. “I will be back tomorrow after around four if that is okay?”
“Actually, can you come in the morning?” he questioned, wanting the afternoon free to relax before his date.
“Well, I guess I could,” she grumbled. Edward Cullen was an extremely handsome man, and he was also extremely rich. A man like this needed a woman like herself to take care of him. Damn, she could get used to living in this mansion. She just needed to make him fall for her.
“Thank you, Tonya. I promise to take it easy on the stairs.”
“I will see you in the morning at ten,” she confirmed.
Edward saw her out and shut the door. Running his hand through his hair. “Fuck, was she hitting on me?” he said out loud. Thinking about it a little more, he decided that he was just overreacting. Walking into the kitchen, he took out one of the dinners that Carmen had prepared, read the instructions, and turned on the oven to the temperature that she had written on the package. When the oven had beeped, indicating that it was ready, he placed it in the oven and started the timer. This was the compromise that they had come to. She wanted to stay at the house and take care of him, but he knew she had a lot on her plate with the wedding that was coming up.
His brothers and Carmen had been concerned about the amount of weight that he had lost while in the hospital. Most of the loss was during the time that he didn’t want to live. The dark cloud of depression had infiltrated his mind, causing him to believe that he would never be normal again. Even though he was better, he still had moments of doubt; however, during these dark times, a bright smiling face would appear. Bella was his light in the darkness.
The timer went off, and he took the dish of lasagna out of the oven. His stomach growled at the aroma. Getting a bottle of water from the refrigerator, he sat down on one of the bar stools at the counter. After devouring the cheesy pasta, rinsed off the bowl and placed it in the dishwasher. Deciding he might as well start a cycle and clean off the counters. He didn’t want Carmen to come in and see a mess.
After cleaning up the kitchen, he went into the living room and turned on the tv. Scrolling through the channels, he decided to find out what was all this hype about Game of Thrones ©. Sinking back into his leather sofa, he began watching the first episode. Halfway through, he wanted to take the shit Joffrey to his playroom and beat his spoiled ass. Then what the fuck was this shit with the king’s wife fucking her own brother. YUCK!
Just as the little boy was pushed off the tower, his phone began to ring. Looking at the screen, he saw that it was Carlisle.
“Hey, Bro,” Edward answered.
“How does it feel to be home?” Carlisle questioned.
“Real good. My physical trainer came by earlier and gave me a workout. Then I warmed up one of Carmen’s famous lasagna dinners.”
“Sounds like a full day. Are you having any issues getting around?”
“The fucking stairs are a killer. But I am adjusting,” Edward explained.
“Don’t overdo it,” Carlisle urged.
“I’m not, and my trainer Tonya told me the same thing,” he said.
“She sounds like she knows her stuff. So, what are you doing tomorrow night? I thought we could take you out to Max’s for a drink.”
“I already have plans,” Edward admitted.
“Plans?” Carlisle asked, shocked.
“I have a date,” Edward confirmed.
“What? When did this happen?” Carlisle questioned.
“Carlisle, I saw her months ago at the club, and I don’t know what happened, but there was just something about her. Fuck, I only opened the door for her and didn’t even know her name. Then I found out who she was, but I had already missed the opportunity to take her on as a submissive. Garrett had beat me to her. Then I was with Jessica, and that last night we were at Max’s, I was about to talk to her, but she left,” Edward explained. “After Angela beat me out of my funk, I started like most nights with a nightmare of the accident, but Bella came into my room, and when I opened my eyes, she was the angel that I saw. Carlisle, I realized that life is too short, and I needed to make my feelings known.”
“What did she say?” Carlisle asked.
“There must be a God because she said that she felt the same. I couldn’t control myself, and I kissed her. Fuck, it was life-changing,” he swooned. “We couldn’t be together while I was in the center, because it is against the rules. However, as soon as I was released, I asked her out.”
“I know what you mean. Esme is my angel. I don’t deserve her, but for some strange reason, she loves me, and I love her so much,” Carlisle confessed.
“Damn, I had no idea that it had progressed to this point,” he said. “Carlisle, I know she is submissive, does that mean you are becoming a Dominant?”
“Nope, that life is not for me, but we have talked about it at length, and mutual loving, caring relationship is what she wants,” Carlisle explained. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have a little fun in the bedroom.”
“Well, man, if you need some pointers, you can always ask Jasper or me.”
“Do you need any help tomorrow night?” Carlisle asked.
“No, Seth is going to drive us. I have made reservations at The Capital Grille,” Edward disclosed.
“Fuck, how did you do that? They are usually booked for at least three weeks,” Carlisle wheezed.
“Alex is the head chef. I do all his tats,” Edward divulged.
“Damn, I will have to remember that. Well, if you need anything else, just let me know, Bro.”
“I will. I am really happy for you and Esme. You deserve, fuck, no, we all deserve to find our happyily ever, afters,” Edward concluded. “Goodnight.”
“Goodnight,” Carlisle said, hanging up.
Edward watched another episode and decided to take a nice hot shower, then get to bed. He wanted to be fresh and full of energy for his date. Laying in his bed, he went over the details, and he had forgotten to get her flowers. Damn! Maybe he could get Carlisle to pick them up for him. Soon he was drifting off to sleep, and instead of nightmares, he had beautiful dreams of Bella.
Edward got through his PT without feeling like Tonya was hitting on him. He must have been imagining things. The next training session would be on Monday, but Tonya told him to continue with his individual workouts.
After she left, he called Carlisle and asked him to pick up the bouquet that he had ordered at Z’s. Not wanting to go for the traditional roses, he decided to get a bouquet of blush-colored peonies. The blush color was now his favorite. Throughout the day, he had sent texts to Bella, telling her how much he was looking forward to their date.
Bella’s day was filled with shopping for the perfect dress for her date and going to the spa for much-needed maintenance. Rose had suggested Ella Bleu, and she was excited to find the dress that would make Edward’s heart skip a beat. It was in a blush color, and it was called a bandage dress. It hugged her every curve, with a halter top and showed off her shoulders. Esme found a pair of silver wrapped shoes with a four-inch heel. She would have to wear a thong and no bra, due to the cut of the dress.
“Edward’s dick is going to be hard from the second he sees you in that dress,” Alice blurted out.
“ALICE!” Bella yelled.
“What? It’s the truth,” she giggled.
Bella’s muscles twitched as she thought about his hard cock. Damn, was she going to have to take a spare pair of panties on the date?
Rose, Esme, and Alice decided they needed a spa day as well. When they arrived, the receptionist checked them in and processed the transaction for their day of services.
“Oh, it looks like your spa experience has been already paid for,” the young woman explained.
“By who?” Bella asked.
“The last name on the card was Cullen,” she read.
“Those little devils,” Esme purred. “I mentioned to Carlisle last night we were coming here today.”
“Oh, they must be awesome boyfriends to do something like this,” the receptionist declared.
The girls were lead back to the changing room and then to the different procedures. The massages were heavenly, but the waxing was straight from hell. By the time they dressed to leave, they were all walking bow-legged to prevent the rubbing on the sensitive skin.
Bella left the girls and headed home to get ready for her date. After a long soothing bath, she put on a light application of makeup, lotioned all her body parts, slipped on her thong, putting on a pair of petals to smooth her nipples, then finally put on the dress and shoes. She was ready to go. She wore only a simple pair of diamond stud earrings that Angela had gotten her for her birthday. Spritzing her favorite perfume on her wrist and behind each ear, hoping that Edward would love the aroma.
“Fuck, Bella, are you trying to give him a heart attack?” Angela gasped.
“Do I look okay?” Bella whispered, turning around so Angela could see her at all sides.
“Hell yeah,” Angela proclaimed.
Bella looked at herself in the full-length mirror, and she was pleased with how she looked. It had taken a long time after she had left the Solar Temple before she would look in a mirror for any length of time since vanity was one of the mortal sins in Aro’s teachings. But with Angela’s help, she learned that it was okay to look at yourself at length. Twisting side by side, making sure that no visible lines were showing and when she was satisfied there wasn’t she smiled. Hot was an understatement, and she prayed that Edward would appreciate her efforts.
The thought of the kiss that they had shared had been in her every thought, and it had taken every ounce of willpower for her not to attack Edward every time she walked into his room. When she heard he was being released, she was excited not only because he was well enough to leave, but he would no longer be her patient.
“God, I hope I get to feel those lips today,” she thought.
The doorbell rang, causing Bella’s heart to race. He was here. Walking to the door, she took a deep breath and opened the door. Her heart stopped when she looked at Edward. He had to be the sexiest man on the earth, fuck, the entire universe. The suit he was wearing had to have been custom made for him. Looking down at his feet, she noticed that he was wearing the prosthetic that allowed him to wear his regular shoes. Raising her eyes back up, she stopped at the massive bulge in the front of his pants.
Edward hadn’t said anything, because all thoughts had left his brain when he saw her. Fuck, she was wearing the color blush, and the dressed hugged every curve. There was no way in hell she was wearing a bra, and she had to be wearing a thong. Finally, coming out of his trance, he noticed that she was staring at his zipper. Leaning down, he brushed his lips on her cheek softly and moved towards her ear and whispered. “If you keep looking at it, we won’t leave this house or your bed.”
Bella’s eyes shot up as she gasped. A bright blush bloomed across her cheeks and down her neck. This man was going to be the death of her, but what a way to go.