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Bar Room Angel

A night out leaves Bella terrified at the hands of a predator. The devil will try to make her pay for daring to turn him down, while an angel will capture her heart in ways she never imagined. AH Bella x Edward, Rated M for lang/lemons/some mild violence. Originally posted on Fanfiction.net as a one shot and then expanded due to reviewer requests.


2. Chapter 2

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I'll seek you out, flay you alive
One more word and you won't survive
And I'm not scared of your stolen power
I see right through you any hour

Eyes On Fire by Blue Foundation


After James finally released my arm, I was keen to get away from him, but I needed the bathroom before I headed back to my apartment. To be honest, when I got home, I fully intended on taking a shower before I went to bed, just having his hand on my wrist had made me feel all kinds of dirty (and not in a good way). I had been so relieved when the guy from the bar stepped in and made James let go of me, when my eyes met his I offered him a smile of thanks, hoping that he would be able to tell from my face that I was truly grateful for his intervention. Trying hard not to blush when he gave me a devastating smile back, I scurried off in the direction of the bathroom, determined to do my business and get the hell out of dodge before James had the chance to grab me again. Hopefully I’d be able to catch Mr Fuck-Hot and offer him a few words of thanks on my way out, it was the least I could do. Fingers crossed I’d be able to string a coherent sentence together and not make myself look like a total fool in front of him, but then again it’s not like I stood a chance of having anything more than a conversation with the guy, he was way out of my league.

Stepping out of the bathroom stall, I quickly washed my hands in the basin and dried them on a paper towel then re-applied my lip gloss in the mirror. Looking forward to getting home and getting some well-deserved sleep, I wasn’t particularly paying attention to the corridor outside the ladies bathroom and walked straight into something solid and unmoving.

“So sorry” I exclaimed looking up to see who I was apologising to. Oh shit, it had to be him didn’t it!

“No need to apologise beautiful” he said with a sly grin. The hairs on the back of my neck went up and I let out an involuntary shiver or revulsion when he called me beautiful.

“James, would you mind stepping out of my way, please? I’m heading home,” I gritted out. This shit with him was starting to really get on my nerves. Why won’t he just leave me alone?

He started walking forwards, forcing me to keep stepping backwards along the hallway beyond the bathrooms and before I knew it I was caged against the wall by his arms on either side of my head. He leaned down to my ear and whispered darkly, “I’m afraid that isn’t gonna happen sweetheart, you’ve been teasing me in the office for far too long and it’s about time I got a taste of what I want.” He brought his head back to look me in the eye, and what I saw terrified me. There was nothing but cold terror lurking in his expression, this was a man who was just going to take what he wanted, and there would be no choice on my part.

He slowly dragged his sweaty finger down my cheek and started to trace my jawline in what I think was supposed to be a sexy gesture on his part, but it just made me break out in a cold sweat, as I tried desperately to think of a way to get away from him. His breath on my face was hot and laced with alcohol, which did nothing to calm my worry, because I suspected a drunken James, was a very dangerous James.

“You might as well just give in and admit your feelings for me Bella, things will be a lot easier for all concerned if you do,” he whispered raggedly. I shuddered under his touch as a single tear slipped traitorously from my eye. Silently I prayed for someone to walk down the corridor so I could try to get away from him.

His hand moved down from my jaw, trailing along my collarbone before descending swiftly to grab at my breast painfully. I whimpered at his touch and the tears fell from my eyes freely as I finally found my voice once again and pleaded with him;

“James, please let me go. You don’t want to do this, please don’t hurt me…..I…I…I’ll not mention this to anyone if you’ll let me walk away.”

I wasn’t even sure I was making any sense, but I had to try something because I was nowhere near strong enough to fight him off, I couldn’t run from him and there was no sign of anyone coming to my rescue. I was desperate, alone, and petrified of what he was going to do next.

“Silly little girl, you think that you can just walk away from me? You work for my father, so if you don’t give me what I want then I can make things very difficult for you. Do you think people will want anything to do with you if they believe you’re sleeping with the boss’s son to advance your career?” He spat out.

“W…W….Why would you do that?” I sputtered out.

“Because I can!!!” He snarled at me. “Because you’re beautiful and you should want to be with me. I see how you parade around the office in your tight skirts and those pretty blouses……..and don’t get me started on those fucking high heeled shoes you wear. Everything you do is a silent call to me, like you’re just begging for me to show some interest, so here I am!”

He released my breast from his grip and brought it back up to hold my jaw tightly, while his other hand snaked down my side to the hem of my jumper. His cold hard eyes were staring down at me as if anticipating me reacting to his words and touch. All my years of studying the written and spoken word and nothing was coming out of my mouth, right when I needed the power of speech the most, I had nothing. My sound response to all that was going on was to cower away from him and whimper desperately.

“We could be so good together, fucking electric. You know you want it” he continued, as his hand reached down to grab me at the apex of my thighs

Squeezing my eyes shut tightly, I prayed that this would end sooner rather than later and tried desperately to shut out the words he was spewing at me as he pawed at my clothes. I could feel myself slipping further and further into a dark fog, the sound of James’ vile words becoming more and more muffled by the second.

I don’t know how long I was pinned against the wall in that corridor with him pawing at my body, but out of the blackness that surrounded me, I heard a voice……a very angry voice, that to me sounded like an angel.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing asshole?!”


Staring up at the sky behind the bar it’s a crystal clear night, not a cloud to be seen and I’ve had a moment of clarity of my own. I think maybe I will ask BBG for her number, see if I can buy her coffee some time. Jesus, I must be turning into a pussy, but God damn, if she isn’t about the most perfect woman I’ve ever seen, and perhaps Em is right, I should give it a go. If I don’t have a leap of faith then I’m going to end up a bitter old man living in a crusty old apartment surrounded by a dozen cats like Uncle Aro. No way in hell, am I going to let myself end up like that crazy old fool. Nope, perhaps it’s time for a change. I take a long drag on what’s left of my cigarette before stubbing it out on the wall. Taking a deep breath, I open the fire exit and head back into the bar, hoping that I’ll catch her before she leaves the building.

As I round the corner near the ladies bathroom, I see two dark figures up against the wall….clearly getting it on while nobody’s looking. Em will shit a brick if he finds those two humping in public view, his bar has a good reputation – don’t get me wrong, the big oaf is about the furthest you can get from being a prude, but he’s a firm believer of ‘not in my back yard’ when it comes to his business! As I get closer, I notice that the girl doesn’t look to be a very willing participant in what’s going on, she’s firmly trapped in this guy’s grasp, but she’s shaking violently and I can hear spluttered gasps coming from her as she fights for breath. Then it’s like a light bulb has gone off in my head….that’s James and he’s doing God knows what to BBG. I am beyond pissed, and I can feel the rage bubbling up inside me like a caged tiger trying to escape. I have to do something. She looks terrified, as she tries to shrink away from him against the wall.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing asshole?!” I bellow at the top of my lungs.

James whips his head round towards the sound of my voice and glares at me as BBG slumps to the floor. I start striding towards him, closing the gap quickly. I’m ready to get heavy if I have to.

“It’s none of your damned business what’s going on between me and my girl here,” he spat out.

“Funny thing about that buddy,” I chuckle before snarling, “Your girl there doesn’t really look that into you, in fact I’d bet my ass she wants nothing to do with you fucker, so why don’t you just leave her the fuck alone and get out of this bar before I throw you out”.

“I’d like to see you try man, you have no idea what kind of clout I carry in this town, I could have you fired from here just for talking to me the wrong way,” he sneered. Was that supposed to be a menacing look? It wasn’t and there was no way I was backing down on this. BBG was on the floor shaking like a leaf and I just wanted James gone so I could make sure she was okay.

I quirked my eyebrow at him and smirked. Silly fucker still had no idea who I was, so this could work to my advantage.

“Is that so? Let’s see about that shall we, sir!” I said with as much sarcasm as I could muster, and started to make my way past him to go get Em to help throw his punk ass out of the bar. Before I could get very far he’d pulled me back by my t-shirt and was swinging his fist in the direction of my face. I tried to dodge the punch, but it connected with my cheekbone. No damage done, but it was probably going to leave a bruise which would be fun to explain at work on Monday. I’d had enough of this asshole thinking he could do and say what he wanted. It was time to teach him a lesson and pray that my mother wouldn’t think ill of me for brawling in my brother’s place of business. I growled at him, pulling my right arm back and swinging it back to plant my fist firmly into his jaw. It was like watching something from a movie as he flew backwards onto the floor with an almighty wail and a loud thud. I stood there looking down at him and shook my head before sidestepping him to drag him out of the corridor and eject him from the premises, but he made a grab for my legs, pulling me to the floor.

“This isn’t over, I call the shots and your ass will be mine by the time I’m done with you,” he yelled. He honestly had no clue.

The punches from him came fast but not really that hard as he laid into me with all that he had, and I could tell he was running out of steam from the way he was breathing. Spotting a gap in his attack, I brought my arm back once again and smacked him straight in the eye laying him out cold on the floor.

“Yeah, is that so buddy?” I spat at him as I got back to my feet.

I looked over at BBG who was sat there wide eyed and shaking like a leaf. Stepping over James, I carefully bent down next to Bella and looked her over, noting that she didn’t appear to be hurt physically, but there were some nasty looking scratches across her chest where her sweater was hanging off her shoulder, and her face was red with black tear streaks running down her cheeks where her mascara had run from her crying. Reaching for her hand slowly, I couldn’t help but notice what felt like a tingle or spark shoot through me as we touched, but pushed the thought away as I focussed on getting her out of there.

Gently I spoke to her, “Are you ok, do you think you can walk back to the bar?”

She nodded her ascent, so I pulled her up to a standing position before putting my arm around her protectively. “I’ve got you now. He can’t hurt you,” I bent down and murmured in her ear softly as we walked back towards the bar. I wished I could have taken her to Emmet’s office, but I needed Rose to look after her while Em & I were busy ‘taking out the trash’.

I rounded the corner and spotted Rose pulling her to one side. I quickly whispered what had gone down and asked her to look after BBG till we could get James out of the joint. The last thing she needed was to be on her own when she was virtually catatonic. Signalling to Em for him to join me in the corridor, I headed back to where Mr Douche-Bag extraordinaire was just coming around on the floor.

“What the fuck man!” Emmet roared from behind me, as he took in the sight before him.

James looked at Em, and got up off the floor. He turned to me and smirked then barked, “Your bar staff doesn’t seem to have any manners Cullen. This punk here interrupted an intimate moment between me and my lovely lady and saw fit to attack me when I told him to leave us alone”.

I couldn’t believe the audacity of this guy, never mind the fact that Em had CCTV cameras all over this place; he still really had no clue about me. There was no way my brother would take James’ word over mine, and on top of that, he knows that despite appearances I’m not a fighter without good reason.

“Is that so James?” my brother grinned at him.

“Yes it is, so what are you going to do about it?” James snipped back.

“Well, I could fire him I suppose….” He mused, tapping his chin in quiet contemplation, before continuing, “But then he’d actually have to be on my payroll for me to do that.”

“Well you have to do something about it, his behaviour’s not acceptable,” Hunter bitched, and I could see in my brother’s eyes that he was done listening to this prick ranting.

“Okay, Jimbo, this is what we’re going to do about this little situation,” Em grinned. “I’m thinking that there’s a pretty good chance that if I was to go to my office and check the security tapes, I’d find that your story about my ‘bartender’ here is a load of horse shit that you made up to save your pretty boy ass. My guess is you tried it on with a lovely lady in my fine establishment and she wasn’t interested, but you being the cocky, privileged douche that you are thought you’d just take what you wanted anyway.”

I stood with my arms folded over my chest with a raised eyebrow giving James the biggest fucking stink eye ever.

James paled a little and swallowed as my brother continued his speech.

“That kind of behaviour is not acceptable with a lady, especially in my bar. So you see, I could kick him out, but in all honesty, I think it would be much more appropriate if we were to eject you from the premises!”

He took hold of James’ right arm while I grabbed the left one, and we marched him back out into the bar towards the door. Stupid fucker still didn’t give up and accept his fate though, oh no, he squirmed and wriggled like a stuck pig, yelling at Em that he’d be sorry for kicking out of his ‘trashy little joint’ and that the place would suffer if the staff from Hunter Publishing decided to boycott the place. Like this would ever bother my brother, he had a solid client base and business was booming. We got him to the out the door and I gave him a swift shove just for shits and giggles, and couldn’t help but laugh as he stumbled on the sidewalk trying to keep his balance.

He turned to us, ready to start running his mouth once again when I thought it was time to play the ace in our hand, I stepped in front of him holding my hand out as if to shake his, but as he went to reciprocate I pulled my hand back, narrowed my eyes and spoke to him, “By the way, you probably don’t recognise me after all these years. Edward Cullen, and while I’d like to say it’s a pleasure to make your re-acquaintance, it honestly isn’t. You might also want to remember what profession I’m in. I’d hate for you to end up in court on a charge of sexual assault. What would Mommy and Daddy think?” I smiled smugly at him shaking my head. Jackass knew what I was a lawyer, but I would bet my left nut that he didn’t know what kind of lawyer I was. I watched the colour drain from his face at the mention of Mommy and Daddy, while his mouth flapped like a fish, unable to utter a response.

Giving him a small wave, I turned and headed back inside the bar, I needed to make sure my BBG was okay, and then make sure she got home safely. Whoa, ‘my BBG’, where the fuck did that one come from? I let that thought slide, but gave myself a little grin, cause shit me if it didn’t feel good thinking that (just a teeny tiny bit). Maybe I was ready to take a risk and let my cold, hardened heart thaw out a bit and see what might happen. It was a big IF, and tonight was definitely not the night to be asking BBG for her number or on a date, not after the stunt Hunter pulled on her tonight.

I shook my head and continued back towards where I’d left her with Rose, but she wasn’t there. Looking a little confused, I started scanning the bar to see if I could spot them when Em tapped me on the shoulder.

“Rosie probably took her back to my office to get her calmed down and cleaned up. If she wants to involve the police then I’ll lift the security tape for them,” he said before heading back to behind the bar where they were getting ready to call last orders.

“Cheers man,” I threw over my shoulder as I started to make my way to the back of the building, past the ‘scene of the crime’. I reached the door to Em’s office and suddenly thought twice about just barging in there. I didn’t want to scare BBG any more than she already was, so I gingerly knocked on the door and waited for a response.


I’m not quite sure how I ended up sitting on a couch in what I think was the bar owner’s office, but I could quite honestly say that I was glad I was there. I remember James stopping me in the hall, and him pawing at me, his vile words making me feel dirty and scared. I also remember hearing the golden voice of the hot bartender along with a scuffle, but things were pretty foggy after that. The blonde waitress from the bar had brought me back to this room and had gently pressed tumbler of amber liquid into my hand whilst quietly urging me to drink it.

I slowly sipped at the fiery drink, my hands shaking traitorously while I brought the glass to my lips.

“Thank you,” I murmured to her, as tears started to roll down my cheeks once again.

“That’s okay honey, you’ve had a nasty shock,” she smiled at me before continuing with a sneer. “James Hunter is a total creep who thinks he’s king in this town and can do what he pleases. My guess is that Em and Edward are reminding him that he’s not right about now.” She giggled at the thought.

“Oh,” was the only thing I could think of to say in reply. Stunningly articulate use of the English language Bella!

“I’m Rosalie by the way,” she informed me with another smile, “And if I remember correctly from earlier, you’re Bella?”

I took another gulp of my drink, relishing the burn as it slid down my throat. It wasn’t going to erase what had happened tonight, but it was doing a great job of numbing the senses.

“Yes, I am,” I mumbled.

Looking down at the floor I wondered about asking if I could leave via the fire exit so that I didn’t have to walk through the bar and face any questions from Angela, Jess, or Lauren if they were still here. It was going to be hard enough going into work again on Monday and facing James without any bitchy remarks from Lauren, who would no doubt claim that I should be flattered that James was ‘in to me’. Even worse, get the hump because he’d not shown any interest in her when she so blatantly wanted him and his trust fund. I also didn’t want to be any more trouble to these people than I already had been, they’d helped me out so much and I’m sure that the last thing that they wanted was for the cops to come knocking. That would be bad for business.

Nope, the best thing to do would be to go home, get myself cleaned up and sleep till the weekend was over, and then hope for the best when I got into the office on Monday.

I was about to get up from my seat when there was a soft knock at the door. Despite the gentle nature of the knock, I gasped and sank into the corner of the couch, unsure of who was on the other side.

“You can come in,” Rosalie called to whoever was on the other side, as I sank further into the couch, hiding behind my hair and praying that nothing else was going to happen tonight.

“How is she doing?” I heard a male voice whisper.

“Not sure to be honest. She’s stopped shaking, but she’s very quiet. I know you didn’t have time to give me any details of what happened to her, but I’m guessing that douche really frightened the shit out of her. I figured it was best not to leave her on her own,” Rose told him quietly.

“Yeah, when I found him there it wasn’t really fun to witness Rose. The asshole was all over her and you could tell she didn’t want anything to do with him, but he just wouldn’t leave her alone. I had to do something to help her, she didn’t have a chance to fight him off on her own.” The voice muttered.

The man in the room was my golden voiced angel, the one who rescued me from James. He continued to talk with Rose in hushed tones and I couldn’t quite make out what they were saying anymore, but it didn’t matter anymore. Just hearing him talk about what he’d witnessed brought it all crashing back down upon me. I let out a huge shuddering breath that I wasn’t aware I’d been holding in, and a loud choking sob followed behind it. My face started to feel the moisture of more traitorous tears that had begun to fall.

To the side of me there was movement and the sound of the door opening and closing. Then I felt the couch dip down next to me and a strong hand reached into my line of vision and carefully squeezed my right hand. Another loud sob came, followed by another and another and before I knew it I was bawling my eyes out in front of this gorgeous man who probably didn’t know what the hell to do next.

“I’m so sorry,” I choked out, amidst my uncontrollable sobs.

Suddenly I felt myself enveloped in strong arms, his embrace warm and comforting, as he whispered into my hair, “Don’t worry BBG, you’re safe, he can’t hurt you now. I’ll look after you.” He must have whispered the same things to me at least a dozen times as he held me tight while I tried to calm myself down.

Eventually the tears slowed down, and my breathing evened out. He brought his hands up to cup my face and let his thumbs rub over my cheeks, carefully wiping away the tears that were still there. His touch was so gentle, and the complete polar opposite of how James had handled me. Slowly I brought my eyes up to meet his and was shocked to see such a burning intensity in those wonderful emerald green orbs. They shone with nothing but compassion and concern for me in this moment, and I revelled in the feeling of safety that this gave me.

It was weird, because the only other man, who made me feel this safe, was my father. I had always been wary of men and their motives after an old boyfriend had tried to get me to have sex in the back of his car on prom night and I wasn’t anywhere near ready to take that step. He dumped me the next day saying that I was nothing but a tease if I wasn’t willing to follow through after getting him all worked up. He stuck the knife in further by adding that there were plenty of other girls out there who were prettier than me who would give him what he wanted. Somehow though, despite me not having spoken more than a few words to this man, he’d managed to make me feel more secure than I had since I was a teenager, and it was a feeling I liked. His touch left little tingles on my skin he moved his hands to my shoulders and back, slowly rubbing comforting circles as he went.

I glanced at the clock on the wall and noticed that it was now gone midnight, and the bar would now be closed. I really should head home and get myself to bed.

“Thank you for helping me tonight,” I said with a small smile, my cheeks warming up as I spoke.

“No need to thank me beautiful, there was no way I could leave you there to suffer at his hands, I had to protect you” he stated with such conviction, he might as well have been swearing on the Bible in court. His eyes continued to bore into me with an intensity that I somehow craved, but tonight was not the night for acting upon it. Maybe another time I pondered.

Slowly, I pulled myself away from him and stood up. As much as I could have stayed in his embrace all night long, I had to leave before I got too comfortable. “I……I should get going, I’ve caused enough trouble for you all this evening,” I said as I turned towards the door.

“It’s no trouble, I can assure you.” He stated, before adding, “People like him don’t understand the meaning of the word no, so if you want to involve the police then we can give them the CCTV footage from the corridor as evidence of what happened.”

I shuddered, there was no way I could involve the police. “No!” I shrieked, a little louder than I intended. “I can’t go to the police about him, his father owns the company I work for, and James works on the same floor as me. It would only make my job there even more awkward than it already is.” I explained. “It took me long enough to secure a role with a publishing firm after graduating. I’ve worked too hard to get where I am to risk giving it up. I won’t let him take that away from me!” I was getting upset again, and this wonderful man was probably starting to think I was an emotional basket case.

I felt his hand touch my shoulder lightly and instantly felt calmed. He looked me directly in the eye, his expression filled with acceptance of my reasoning. “I understand, let me walk you out and make sure you get into a cab safely.”

I nodded and let him guide me out towards the main bar area once again with his hand touching the small of my back. My skin was still tingling at his touch and I smiled a little at how such a simple gesture could make me feel so protected. As we passed the spot where James had cornered me, Edward moved his arm to wrap firmly around my shoulder and I turned my head in towards his chest. God he smelled amazing, like a subtle combination of musk, sandalwood, and fresh linen, it was an interesting mix, but it suited him beautifully.

In the bar Rose and the other big guy from behind the bar were wiping down the tables near the front door, they looked up when we reached them.

“Are you feeling better little one?” The big guy smiled, flashing me the most wonderful dimples as his eyes twinkled.

“Yeah, I’ll be ok. Just want to forget it ever happened,” I sighed.

Rose and Edward exchanged a look that I couldn’t quite identify, but they appeared to be having a silent conversation with their eyes.

“Em, I’m just gonna make sure she gets into a cab safely then I’ll be back to help you guys close up,” Edward stated.

“No worries man, we’ve got this. You make sure little one is okay,” he grinned before addressing me, “You gonna come back and visit us again sweetness? Drinks will be on me for the night!”

I chuckled at his child like enthusiasm; a night out with him must be such a laugh. “We’ll see,” I said with a wink, smiling at him. Thanking them once again for their help and kindness, I wished them goodnight and stepped out onto the sidewalk with Edward close by my side. I glanced up and down the street, hoping that James wouldn’t be lingering around outside the bar.

“Don’t worry beautiful, he’s long gone. Em and I made sure he got the message that he wasn’t welcome around here.” Edward assured me as he waved his arm in the air to flag down a passing cab. A driver spots us standing on the sidewalk and slows down next to us, waiting for me to climb in.

“Thank you, you really have been amazing.” I smiled at him sincerely, before adding, “I’m just not looking forward to facing him in the office on Monday”

“Oh shit, you work in his office don’t you?” Edward exclaimed, whilst smacking his hand off his forehead.

“Yes, sadly I do,” I sighed and shook my head a little. “It will be fine though, he’ll not try anything anywhere near as bad in case I say anything to his father or personnel.” In fact I think to myself, this might well be a blessing in disguise, because I can produce witnesses from tonight to back up my claims if he does start any more shit with me. Yep, this could mean he now leaves me alone at work too, and this thought makes me smile brightly at Edward.

“Well I’ll get Em to hang on to the CCTV footage just in case you need to pull out the big guns against him”

“I appreciate it, but I really do think things will be okay,” I reassure him. His eyes are boring into me, blazing that beautiful green, and he gives me a million mega-watt smile, that could light up the whole of Seattle. If only things hadn’t happened with James tonight, then I wouldn’t be thinking twice about asking for his number, but I’m just not that comfortable. At least I know where to find him, so I could always arrange another night out and take up Emmett’s offer of drinks, maybe get to know him a bit better then.

“Hey lady, are you getting in or what? The cab driver yelled, startling me out of my thoughts. Edward cocked his head to one side as if he’s either studying me or contemplating saying something.

“So, I guess I’ll be going then. Maybe I’ll see you around?” I tell him with a deflated look, and reach my hand out to shake his. Is it me, or have things just become really awkward between us for no reason?

He reaches out to take my hand, but brings it slowly up towards his mouth, drawing it slowly towards his perfect pouty lips and gently grazes the back of my knuckles with the most subtle of kisses. I think my panties might just have melted with that one action alone, but as he lets my hand drop back to my side he leans to my ear and whispers. “I most certainly hope so BBG.”

He pulls back and gives me a crooked grin that could be perceived as a cocky smirk, if it wasn’t for the sincerity in his eyes. I think I might well be blushing from the tips of my ears to the ends of my toes right now so I climb into the cab as quickly as I can, giving the driver my address. Just before the taxi pulls away the door is yanked open and Edward bends down to thrust a business card into my hand.

“Take this, just in case you need it,” he rasps out, before quickly retreating back on the sidewalk and slamming the door shut.

I smile from inside the car and wave to him as we pull away, and then slowly look down at the card he gave me. Slowly I run my fingers over the heavily embossed text as I read it. Edward A. Cullen - Corporate & Employment Law, MASEN & PLATT ATTORNEYS along with his cell number and email. He’d taken the first step and given me his number, perhaps when the dust has settled from tonight; I might just give him a call.

Well, we’re at the point where I need to get the old grey matter working on how to expand this baby further. I have some ideas on where I want it to go, but I’m always open to suggestion if there’s something you’d like to see. Chapter 3 is nearly done so it should be finished by the end of the weekend.

Thanks for reading once again.