Bellas pov
Why must he do this to me? Torture me one minute; then acts like he is in l’amour with me and treats me nice and speaks gentle. It just doesn't make sense. I hope it wasn't an act. He is hard to figure out.I just wish he could tell me how he feels. But he is my master and I have to keep it strictly proffesional.
Today; (after the chores,) I decided to roam around the gardens. It was beautiful. There were roses, fountains and a lot of greenery. I found a copie of a book to read, as I sat upon a stone bench. It was comfortable and I was happy; but not for long. "Hello Isabella." I looked up with a surprised expression, to see him smiling at me. My master is happy; but I don't know why. "Master I did all my chores- ." I began. But he spoke. "It's ok. toi always do your chores. But that is not why I want to speak to you." He ressured me. He began to smile and this looks like a start to a story.
"You know; there are reasons, that toi came here. toi mother told toi her side of the story; so I thought I will tell toi mine. When we did the deal, she told me it was because she wanted her daughter who was the same age as me to live. When we grew up; I've watched you. I found toi mezmerising and I thought it would be ok to work for me." He informed
"But why did toi get people to kidnapped me?" I questined. He chuckled. "Part of the fun my dear Isabella." He thought this was a joke.
I just didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure what to question him.
It was akward silence, for a while. It was peaceful, but a little disturbing. Just me and Edward. It felt good; (if toi take seconde looks and dig deeper to find seconde meanings.) No I found something to ask. "What do toi mean watching me, and why do toi think I am mezmerising?" It took him a while to reply. But he did answer. "I mean, I was a little boy toi grew up with. We just never talked to eachother. And plus, it's the way toi look. It just makes me smile." He complimented. I blush. Was all of this true? "Nice cheeks par the way." Why must he do this to me. I just feel embarrssed and he was chuckling and complimenting me? Why? "I've got nothing else to ask." I told him. "Silly Bella. toi are not thinking hard enough. I'll give toi time. Come whenever to ask ou speak." And with that; he got a rose from the tree, and handed it to me. "Here. They say that there is always a late one that blossoms. But when it does; it's the most beautiful of all." Woah. I felt; like my cœur, coeur is doing triple somersaults. I understood what that meant.
Actions spoke louder than words, (and in this case,) I didn't realise what I was doing. He needed to go; but my hand tried to grab his, in hope of him staying. He turned to look at me. A small smile was on his lips. There were no need for words. He knew; I didn't know what to say, and I felt different with him. It was like in a romantic film; where the amoureux would let go; but he didn't. Instead, he pulled me closer to him. We were inches apart. I felt this would be our Romeo and Juilet moment. Where we would share true loves first kiss. We were almost there-
"Master, toi are needed in the conference room for the meeting." Felix orded. Jane was suivant to him.
My patience was wearing thing. I groaned. "Again?" I questioned. "It's ok." He assured me. Instead of him obeying his orders; we continued with the moment. Our lips came together with passion and heat mixed in with innocence. It was worth waiting for. Then he left and I walked towards Jane. "So how was it s’embrasser Master?" She questioned jokinly. "Shut up." I joked. "Calm on give me details." She begged. I didn't. I shook my head. "Told toi he loves you. toi never believe me." She smiled. I kept blushing. "Darling; toi are going red." She acknoleged. I just kept smiling. "Here come with me." She told me. I followed. What is going to happen?
Why must he do this to me? Torture me one minute; then acts like he is in l’amour with me and treats me nice and speaks gentle. It just doesn't make sense. I hope it wasn't an act. He is hard to figure out.I just wish he could tell me how he feels. But he is my master and I have to keep it strictly proffesional.
Today; (after the chores,) I decided to roam around the gardens. It was beautiful. There were roses, fountains and a lot of greenery. I found a copie of a book to read, as I sat upon a stone bench. It was comfortable and I was happy; but not for long. "Hello Isabella." I looked up with a surprised expression, to see him smiling at me. My master is happy; but I don't know why. "Master I did all my chores- ." I began. But he spoke. "It's ok. toi always do your chores. But that is not why I want to speak to you." He ressured me. He began to smile and this looks like a start to a story.
"You know; there are reasons, that toi came here. toi mother told toi her side of the story; so I thought I will tell toi mine. When we did the deal, she told me it was because she wanted her daughter who was the same age as me to live. When we grew up; I've watched you. I found toi mezmerising and I thought it would be ok to work for me." He informed
"But why did toi get people to kidnapped me?" I questined. He chuckled. "Part of the fun my dear Isabella." He thought this was a joke.
I just didn't know what to say. I wasn't sure what to question him.
It was akward silence, for a while. It was peaceful, but a little disturbing. Just me and Edward. It felt good; (if toi take seconde looks and dig deeper to find seconde meanings.) No I found something to ask. "What do toi mean watching me, and why do toi think I am mezmerising?" It took him a while to reply. But he did answer. "I mean, I was a little boy toi grew up with. We just never talked to eachother. And plus, it's the way toi look. It just makes me smile." He complimented. I blush. Was all of this true? "Nice cheeks par the way." Why must he do this to me. I just feel embarrssed and he was chuckling and complimenting me? Why? "I've got nothing else to ask." I told him. "Silly Bella. toi are not thinking hard enough. I'll give toi time. Come whenever to ask ou speak." And with that; he got a rose from the tree, and handed it to me. "Here. They say that there is always a late one that blossoms. But when it does; it's the most beautiful of all." Woah. I felt; like my cœur, coeur is doing triple somersaults. I understood what that meant.
Actions spoke louder than words, (and in this case,) I didn't realise what I was doing. He needed to go; but my hand tried to grab his, in hope of him staying. He turned to look at me. A small smile was on his lips. There were no need for words. He knew; I didn't know what to say, and I felt different with him. It was like in a romantic film; where the amoureux would let go; but he didn't. Instead, he pulled me closer to him. We were inches apart. I felt this would be our Romeo and Juilet moment. Where we would share true loves first kiss. We were almost there-
"Master, toi are needed in the conference room for the meeting." Felix orded. Jane was suivant to him.
My patience was wearing thing. I groaned. "Again?" I questioned. "It's ok." He assured me. Instead of him obeying his orders; we continued with the moment. Our lips came together with passion and heat mixed in with innocence. It was worth waiting for. Then he left and I walked towards Jane. "So how was it s’embrasser Master?" She questioned jokinly. "Shut up." I joked. "Calm on give me details." She begged. I didn't. I shook my head. "Told toi he loves you. toi never believe me." She smiled. I kept blushing. "Darling; toi are going red." She acknoleged. I just kept smiling. "Here come with me." She told me. I followed. What is going to happen?
