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Second Chances @bex818
Chapter 4

I am sorry that this is so late. I've just had a really busy break. First I had to make it through finals, then I was sick for a week, then I went skiing with the worst excuse for wifi ever that only ever worked in one corner of the living room *rolls eyes* and with 7 people in my family there wasn't a lot of room for updating, and now I am uploading this from my mom's computer because I am visiting her for the week.

I sat down multiple times to write this and it just wasn't coming out the way I wanted it to. I started over probably 5 times. I am still not completely happy with it but I wanted to get something up for y'all before the new year. Cutting it close I know. I am sorry it's so short, I just kind of ran out of steam.

Well, I hope you enjoy it and don't forget to leave a review to tell me what you think of Edward!



I rake my fingers through my hair, sighing loudly to show my displeasure at the lack of service.

Normally I am not this rude, however, I have a very important board meeting in less than 15 minutes. I came into this random diner, Pick-something, to get a quick cup of coffee, but the waitress is taking forever.

Starting my own company was not something I ever thought I would do, but it happened. In college I came up with an algorithm that could predict whether changes, and my roommate, James Hunter, pointed out that it could also be used to predict changes in the stock market, and it just grew from there. As time went on, we became very successful and because of that James decided to retire early. He is retired with a hefty bank account, never needs to work again, went on to marry a wonderful woman named Vicki and has two boys, Sebastian and Simon.

I, however, do not have any ideas of stopping work anytime soon, not after the Leah incident, which I do not like to talk about. I could very easily stop working now and be set for life, but I am a very focus driven man, and with nothing to occupy my time, I would go crazy. At 31, my mother wants to me settle down, and has for a very long time, but after Leah I have become wary of women. I would love to meet the love of my life and have a family, but I will not settle like I did with Leah. In order to trust women again, I feel that she would have to be something special and I will not give up until I find her.

Looking down at my watch, I see that I only have about 10 minutes to get to the office. Just then, the waitress walks by with a tray in one hand and a coffee mug in the other. As she passes by my table she drops the mug off with a "There ya go" and makes her way to another table with the tray. I huff and decide to go up to the counter to get a to-go cup. Just as I turn around, I bump into the person getting out of the booth behind me, knocking her to the ground, and dousing myself in the hot coffee that was in my hand. At first I'm angry.

I just wanted a coffee, dammit!

I don't register what this girl looks like before I thrust my hand out to help her up, still seething. She sort of flails around, trying to get up herself, apologizing profusely, before she realizes that I was offering her my hand. "Let me help you up."

And then I am mad at myself. I was so caught up in my rage that I failed to notice how amazingly beautiful this woman is.

She looks younger than me, by how much I can't really tell; she is a timeless beauty. No make-up, that I can see anyway, with big, soulful brown eyes, and what seems to be long chocolatey brown hair, pulled up into a ponytail at the top of her head. But what draws me in the most, and making me feel like a pervert, is her big pouty lips. Normally I am not a vulgar man, but at that moment all I could think about was what those lips would look like around my cock, while I pulled on that ponytail of hers.

When I pull her up, I am so distracted that I use more force than necessary, unconsciously wanting her in my arms, and she face plants into my chest. Her head barely reaches my shoulder and I am in heaven.

She pulls away so fast that I nearly whimper with the loss.

"Uhm, Bella?"

I was so consumed by her that I failed to notice her companion, a stunning blonde woman looking on to the trainwreck that was our meeting.

That seems to jolt Bella, such a beautifully simple name, into action and she is quick to offer her help to clean up the mess, before clumsily jogging into the back, leaving the door swinging in her wake. I stand there for a moment before realizing that the exchange probably used up my time before the meeting. I look at my watch and run a frustrated hand through my hair.


Her friend!

Turning to the blonde I say, "Hello. My name is Edward Cullen, I find your friend breathtakingly beautiful and I must see her again," as I talk, I take out one of my business cards and write my cell number on the back with a discarded pen from the table, "but I am late for a meeting, so if you could please give this to her, I would appreciate it very much." I stand up and thrust the card into the blonde's face.

She nods so fast I thought her head was going to fly off, "Of course!" I thank her as she grabs the card out of my hand and I rush out of the diner, hoping I am not too late for the meeting.


Kicked back in my chair after the end of my board meeting, I am finally able to think of the beautiful woman I knocked into at the diner. Bella. Such a wonderful name. And for such a timeless beauty. She reminds me of the old time hollywood stars. From what I could tell through her frumpy work clothes hiding most of her body, she has curves for days. I never liked stick thin woman, and after thinking about that time in my life for so long, I think that might be part of the reason that Leah and I didn't work out. She was always obsessed with the latest dieting trend or work out routine that the stars were using. I like something I could hold onto, something soft after a long day of being a hardass CEO all day.

Bella seemed to be perfect.

I just hoped her personality matched her looks.

Realizing that I wasn't going to be able to concentrate, I called my mother and decided to spend the day with her, and maybe be able to see my younger sister, Alice.

Being 13 years younger than me, Alice was definitely an 'oops' baby, but not loved any less. She has just graduated from high school and is taking a gap year to go to Paris to study fashion. She leaves next month so I want to spend as much time with her as I can before she goes.

I leave the office, waving to my assistant, Kate, and grab a cab to my parents house.

I pull up to my parents home and just stand back to take it all in. I want to remember everything I can about this day, the day I possibly met my future wife. It is a modest 4 bedroom house with a wrap around porch and a white picket fence, the outside of the house painted a vibrant yellow with white trim. Hanging from the tree in the front yard is the tire swing I put up when I was ten, which my mother says she's saving for her grandbabies. Lining the base of the wrap around porch is my mother's crowning achievement, her rose garden. When I was a kid she would spend hours in the hot sun, making sure they would stay alive through the winter months. The door is a bold red, which finishes off the visual representation of the American dream that is my childhood home. As a pediatrician at a family run clinic, my mother, Esme, makes good money for what they want in life. My father, Carlisle, helps as a freelance construction worker to make their money situation comfortable. I offered, once, to buy them a bigger home, but I knew that they would say no. They're comfortable how they are. They were never caught up in appearances or how they would look to other people, and that is what they instilled into Alice and me. They are by no means wealthy and that is okay with them.

I shake my head, smiling as I walk up to the front porch and into the mudroom that leads into the hallway by the stairs. The floors are an old hardwood, and creak everywhere. The wooden staircase to my right it made of real wood and leads to the upstairs, obviously, where my childhood bedroom is still how I left it. I walk into the kitchen to my mom listening to the radio and I walk up behind her, surprising her with a kiss on the cheek and a hug. She laughs, "Oh, Edward! You scared me!"

"Sorry, mom," I chuckle.

"I am so glad you decided to come and visit me! It's been way too long since my only boy has been home." She wipes her hands on a towel and gives me a proper hug, "Why the sudden visit?"

"Well," I shuffle my foot and look down, "I kind of met someone." I go on to tell her what had happened that morning and all of the thoughts I had about her, minus the dirty ones, of course. "I don't know if I am going to be able to wait until she calls, who knows? Maybe she won't."

My mom smiles and clasps her hands together in front of her face, "My boy has met a girl. When do I get to meet her?" She obviously stopped listening after I had said that I met someone.

"Mom, literally nothing has happened yet. For God's sake, the first thing I did was knock her to the ground! Why would she even want to call me. She must think I am a complete idiot and that I knock people over for no reason. Oh, God, she's probably never going to call and then I'll never see her ag-"

"Edward!" my mom shouts, "Stop getting yourself into such a tizzy. She'll call and everything will be okay, okay?"

I take a deep breath, "Okay."

I spend the rest of the day with my mom and Alice when she gets home from shopping. We catch up on the goings on in our lives and all that we've missed. It was great to hang out for no reason, no errands to run or activities to be on time for. My dad was on a site, so I made a mental note to call him up for coffee soon.

After saying an overly dramatic goodbye to my mother, overdramatic on her part, I head home to my condo to make a plan.

I need to see my Bella.


I will send a teaser to anyone that knows what movie his business is from!

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