Charlotte agreed that we would stick to low-key bars. Charlotte rolled her eyes, but then she agreed. She knew of a great jazz bar not far from Save the Date. After a long hot shower, I did my makeup a little smoky and then spritzed on some fragrance. I had treated myself to a new bottle of perfume and matching shower gel recently since I had been working really hard, so I had to admit that I smelled pretty good.
I reasoned that sometimes a girl just needed to pamper herself a little for that extra confidence boost. I dressed in a simple but elegant little black dress. A nice pair of heels and I was out the door to meet Charlotte. We let the valet park the car and made our way inside to find a table in the corner of the room. The bar was all black with dark blue lighting illuminating the ceiling throughout the club.
Each table was covered in a white tablecloth and had a small table lamp in the center. Charlotte motioned for the waitress and then proceeded to order an apple martini for each of us. The music was nice and not very loud, and I was really enjoying myself. We had been there about an hour when two guys approached our table. They were very polite and asked if they could join us, the taller, more handsome one leaning into me and inhaling deeply before the other guy elbowed him, backing him off me.
Charlotte explained to them that we were just trying to relax and thanked them anyway. Fortunately, they took the hint and moved along. I had just ordered my second martini when I noticed none other than Mike Newton walk by our table. He noticed me immediately. Mike was there with a different girl this time.
She was pretty, with long black hair. The thought crossed my mind that he had to get all of his dates stoned before they would go out with him. I turned to his date and noticed she was looking behind me. The girl still had not made eye contact with me; whatever was over my left shoulder had her complete attention. I turned quickly in the direction of the voice. Standing there in all of his glory and entourage was Edward Cullen.
His grey shirt had the top two buttons undone and his blazer matched his pants. His hair looked as if he had just made out with a girl or had the best sex of his life. His eyes, however, were black and his face was absent of emotion. The room seemed to grow very quiet as he waited for Mike to answer his question. He then turned his attention to me. That shit just pisses me off to no end.
So yes, Mr. Cullen, you have a low-life motherfucking dead-beat father working for you. He turned his next question directly at Mike. Smiles and I had a thing a long time ago. One of the men in his entourage leaned into his ear. I looked at Mike and noticed that his entire face was now white as a ghost. His date had now completely disappeared. Two men suddenly appeared and grasped Mike on each side. Edward was now looking at Mike, whose face had gone completely ashen.
No words were ever said as the two men escorted Mike out of the bar and into the night. It was like that scene in a movie; the one where once the fight was over, the music came back on and people carried on with what they were doing. Our waitress suddenly appeared with a fresh round of drinks and Edward stood from the table.
Once the waitress sat our drinks down, Edward handed her two crisp one hundred dollar bills. Isabella and Ms. He then turned to us. He spoke to a few more people in the room and after each one, he would turn his attention back to our table. As he made his way to the front door, he turned one final time and nodded his head as he stepped into the darkness. Monday came all too quickly. Angela and I were sitting in my office going over the calendar for the week.
We had a wedding and a sweet sixteen party this weekend. It was agreed that I would work the birthday party and Angela would do the wedding. A knock at the door stopped our list making, as a courier had a package for Angela. Honestly, with as much attention as Ben had been giving her lately, it was probably tickets to Aruba or something.
Nothing could have prepared me for the truth. I took the paperwork from her and began to read the letter that sat on the top. The letter basically stated that a college fund had been opened in the name of the minor child and currently had a balance of twenty thousand dollars.
Furthermore, it would increase by twenty thousand dollars every year until the child reached twenty-one years of age. A second letter stated that the check was for back child support and that from this day forward, a check for five thousand dollars would arrive on the first of every month for the benefit of said minor child.
This would continue until the child was twenty-one, or until the child was legally adopted by any man Angela decided to marry. My mind went immediately back to the conversation at the bar between Edward and Mike. All of these years and Mike had never made an effort.
One conversation with his boss and suddenly Mike was made of money. She entered, followed by two women. The first was an older, yet very beautiful woman. She was so graceful, reminding me of the Hollywood stars of the forties and fifties. Her caramel-colored hair flowed onto her shoulders in soft yet perfect waves. Her skin was peaches and cream and sickeningly flawless. Her beige-colored pantsuit looked as if it was designer made and cost more than I made in a month.
It was her eyes that stood out to me…vivid green. The petite woman who stood beside her was just as beautiful. Her hair, however, was much darker and longer.
Her skin was just as flawless, and yet her eyes were a beautiful blue. Esme Cullen and Ms. Alice Cullen. The two women smiled brightly as they continued into the office. Charlotte motioned for them to have a seat in the chairs that faced my desk and then asked if they would care for a drink.
Esme spoke first and requested a cup of hot tea in the most enchanting Irish accent I had ever heard. Charlotte excused herself and left to go make a pot of tea. Cullen, I have an amazing staff. I chuckled as I smiled and agreed with her. Charlotte appeared with a tray of tea. Once we all had our cups fixed, we continued with the meeting.
Alice is getting married in eight months. As big as the Hale-McCarthy wedding was, this one is going to be huge. When you had done this for as long as I had, you learned a few things besides how to break up a fight. You learned that money talked and bullshit walked. Esme may have been wearing a designer suit and had a pretty accent, but did she have the cash to buy the wedding she was describing? That roughly meant her reception alone was over one hundred sixty thousand dollars. The additional people would increase that cost significantly.
Alice began to name off the kinds of food she wanted to have served. She wanted to have a speakeasy-style wedding theme.
She wanted to have all of the drinks served in martini glasses with the exception of the beer. She would have a band playing and she wanted to have at least ten bars set up around the room. Everything she had chosen was even more high-end than the last wedding. The last item that I had to address was that of security.
For the Hale wedding, we had to charge the security as a separate fee. So with a plan in motion and a tight hug from Esme and Alice, the meeting was over and a wedding reception scheduled. I sat in my chair going over everything that had happened in the past few weeks. With a careful decision made, I grabbed my cell phone and scrolled down my contact list.
I pressed send and waited three rings before getting an answer. Me: Wow, just…wow. Ben is my accountant. I do have legitimate business that has to be attended to. I refer to him as Books since he keeps my books. Did that make you angry when she stood up to you? Edward: When I got the call that she was sitting in one of the bars I own, I had to see her.
When I approached the table, I was honestly a little irritated that Fig was nosing around yet again. His standing changed, however, when I found out the real relationship between him and my Bella.
When Bella stood up to me, it quite honestly made my cock hard as a rock. That and how incredible she looked and smelled, positively sinful.
She is perfect for me after all. All of my men have been told to look out for her and report back to me. Not all of my men have laid eyes on her, but they know enough that if they come in contact with her, she gets all the same respect I get.
Edward: Yes, Ben works for the family, therefore he is family. Me: Good to know. By the way, we have some help we should probably mention. Savannavansmutsmut and Dollybigmomma are pre-reading and providing beta services, respectively. Me: You have Bella, remember? You know that scene in horror films where the creepy music begins to play and you shout at the television for the girl on the screen not to go into the house? Riley assured me that Edward Cullen had an office inside this club and that he was normally here every afternoon.
I needed to thank him. I could have just called him I guess, or I could have sent one of those edible fancy fruit basket things. However, with the amount of money he had made Mike pay, none of those things would do. I needed to look him straight in the eye and say thank you. So with a deep breath and my hand wrapped tightly around the can of pepper spray I had in my purse, I exited my car and made my way to the doors. There was nothing special about the building that housed Whiskers; it was in the middle of a rundown industrial area.
The building stood alone, surrounded on three sides by parking lots. The sidewalk out front had seen better days as it was littered with cracks.
I took a deep breath as my hand rested firmly on the metal handle of the door. I could do this, ten minutes tops and I would be back in my car and headed home. I could feel the vibration of the base as I pulled the door of the club open. Once inside, I came to a wall that blocked the view of what was going on from any innocent passersby. To the left was a bar, behind which stood two of the biggest guys I had ever seen.
The two men looked me up and down with huge smirks on their faces. Yep, I was definitely going to need a bleach bath now. He had on white dress pants that were pleated in the front and secured with a patent leather belt. Hello, the seventies are calling, they want their pants back. The black shirt beneath his white suit jacket was open most of the way and clearly showed the three thick gold chains that hung from his neck, nestled amongst his bushy chest hair.
Try as he might, he was no John Travolta. The two big guys again chuckled and one of them began playing with his cell phone. Now either you want to apply for a job or you turn around and head back out the way you came. File that one away; you may need it sometime. Suddenly, it was as if I held the key to the city. Gold chain guy suddenly found his manners and actually smiled at me.
He picked up the phone that was sitting on the bar beside him and spoke in hushed tones. Once we had passed the bar, the room opened up and the music got much louder. The room was painted black, I think. However, all of the lighting around the room was red. There were three stages with poles in the middle of each. To the right I noticed a staircase that led to a wooden door at the top.
The sign on the door read private. Gold chain guy asked me if I would care for a drink, but I smiled and declined. The door at the top of the stairs opened and a young girl came out. She was fully dressed in jeans and a t-shirt. Her mascara was running as if she had been crying. She stormed past me and ran out the door. Gold chain guy instructed me that Edward was in the office at the top of the stairs.
I carefully climbed the stairs and stood outside the door. Here goes nothing, I said to myself as I twisted the handle and opened the door. Ever entered a room and the conversation suddenly stopped? Yes, that was where I was now. Once I opened the office door, everyone stopped talking and looked in my direction. Edward Cullen sat behind the massive desk that stood majestically in the center of the room.
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