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Name: Master of the Universe II
Author: Snowqueens Icedragon
Chapter 88/1 to 112/25 - Incomplete
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Chapter: 88/1
A/N: Well… like I said – being in the sun was inspiring… so here you go. I should
warn you that
I shall not update as often as I did the last lot as I am also writing something
else.
Thanks as ever to NEW who is a complete pain in the arse.
Let me know what you think… eek!
I will be having a fag and drinking in the bunker.
Icy xxx
I stare up through gaps in the seagrass parasol at the bluest of skies,
Mediterranean blue… I can’t
help my contented sigh. Edward is beside me, stretched out on a sun lounger. My
husband – my
hot, beautiful husband, shirtless and in cut-off jeans – is reading a book
predicting the collapse of
the Western banking system. By all accounts it’s a page-turner… I haven’t seen
him sit this still,
ever. He looks more like a student than the hotshot CEO of one the US’s top
privately owned
companies.
We laze on the beach of the Fairmont Monte Carlo in Monaco, on the final leg of
our honeymoon,
although we’re not actually staying here… I open my eyes and gaze out at The
Fair Lady anchored
in the harbor. We are staying, of course, on board a luxury motor yacht. Built in
1928, she floats
majestically on the water, queen of the all the yachts in the harbor. She looks like
a child’s windup
toy. Edward loves her – I suspect he’s tempted to buy her. Honestly, boys and
their toys…
I sit back, listening to the Edward Cullen mix on my iPod, and doze in the late
afternoon sun, idly
remembering his proposal… hmmm…
***
“Can we marry tomorrow?” Edward murmurs softly in my ear. I am sprawled on
his chest in our
flowery bower in the boathouse, sated from his passionate lovemaking.
“Hmmm,” I murmur.
“Is that a yes?” I can hear his surprise.
“Hmmm.”
“A no?”
“Hmmm.”
I can feel his grin.
“Miss Swan, are you incoherent?”
I grin.
“Hmmm.”
He laughs and hugs me tightly, kissing the top of my head.
“Vegas, tomorrow, it is then.”
Sleepily I raise my head.
“I don’t think my parents would be very happy with that.”
He thrums his fingertips up and down my naked back, caressing me gently.
“What do you want, Isabella? Vegas? A big wedding with all the trimmings? Tell
me.”
“Not big… Just friends and family.” I gaze up at him searching his glowing green
eyes. What
does he want?
“Okay,” he nods. “Where?”
I shrug.
“Could we do it here?” he asks tentatively.
“Your folks’ place? Would they mind?”
He snorts.
“My mother would be in seventh heaven.”
“Okay, here,” I agree. “I’m sure my Mom and Dad would prefer that.”
He strokes my hair tenderly. Could I be any happier?
“So, we’ve established where… Now the when.”
“Surely you should ask your mother.”
“Hmmm.” Edward’s mouth dips. “She can have a month, that’s it. I want you too
much to wait
any longer.”
“Edward, you have me. You’ve had me for a while. But okay – a month it is.” I
kiss his chest, a
soft chaste kiss, and smile up at him.
***
“You’ll burn.”
Edward whispers in my ear, startling me from my doze.
“Only for you,” I smile shyly at him, though the late afternoon sun has shifted
and I am under its
full glare. He smirks at me and in one swift move pulls my sun lounger into the
shade of the
parasol.
“Out of the Mediterranean sun, Mrs Cullen. I don’t want you to burn,” he
breathes.
Oh! That would not be good.
“Thank you for your altruism, Mr Cullen.”
“My pleasure, Mrs Cullen… and I’m not being altruistic at all. If you burn, I won’t
be able to
touch you.” He raises an eyebrow at me, his green eyes shining with mirth, and
my heart expands.
“But I suspect you know that and you’re laughing at me,” he adds.
“Would I?” I gasp feigning innocence.
“Yes you would, and you do. Often. It’s one of the many things I love about you.”
He leans
down and kisses me, biting my lower lip playfully.
“I was hoping you’d slather me in sun tan lotion.” I pout against his lips.
“Oh Mrs Cullen… it’s a dirty job – but that’s an offer I can’t refuse. Sit up,” he
orders softly, his
voice husky. I do as I’m bid and very slowly, very meticulously, his fingers strong
and supple as
always, he gently coats me in sun lotion…
“You really are very lovely. I’m a lucky man,” he murmurs as his fingers skim
over my breasts,
spreading the lotion.
“Hmmm… yes you are, Mr Cullen,” I breathe gazing up at him through my lashes.
“Modesty becomes you, Mrs Cullen. Turn over. I want to do your back.”
Smiling, I do as I’m told, and he gently undoes the back strap of my hideously
expensive bikini.
“How would you feel if I went topless, like the other women here?” I ask.
“Displeased,” he says immediately. “I’m not very happy about you wearing so
little right now.”
He leans down and whispers in my ear. “Don’t push your luck.”
“Is that a challenge, Mr Cullen?”
“No. It’s a statement of fact, Mrs Cullen.”
I sigh and shake my head. Oh Edward… my possessive, jealous, control-freak
Edward.
When he’s finished he slaps my behind.
“You’ll do, wench.”
His ever-present, ever-active BlackBerry buzzes. I frown at him and he smirks at
me.
“My eyes only, Mrs Cullen.” He raises his eyebrow in playful warning, slaps my
backside once
more, and sits back down on his lounger to take the call.
My inner goddess purrs. Maybe tonight we could do some kind of floorshow… for
his eyes only,
she smirks knowingly. I grin at the thought and drift back into my afternoon
reverie…
***
“Look at this!” squeals Alice.
We are seated around the Cullen kitchen table enjoying a leisurely breakfast of
pancakes, bacon and
scrambled eggs, the day after Edward’s birthday. Edward and I spent the night in
his childhood
bedroom. After his lengthy conversation with Carlisle last night, an introspective
and taciturn
Edward had felt inclined to drink a very large brandy, so Esme insisted we stay.
Emmett and Rose
have spent the night too. Now Emmett, Rose, Esme and I are debating the merits
of bacon versus
sausages, while Carlisle and Edward read the Sunday papers.
We all turn expectantly towards Alice, who has her netbook open on the table.
“There’s a gossipy item on the Seattle Nooz Website – about you being engaged,
Edward.”
“Already?” Esme says in surprise. Then her mouth purses as some obviously
unpleasant thought
crosses her mind. Edward frowns.
Alice reads out loud:
“Word has reached us here at The Nooz that Seattle’s most eligible bachelor the
Edward Cullen has
finally been snapped up, and wedding bells are in the air. But who is the lucky,
lucky lady? The
Nooz is on the hunt. Bet she’s reading one helluva pre-nup. Let’s hope she’s got
one smartass
lawyer.”
Alice giggles… then stops abruptly as Edward glares at her. Silence descends and
the atmosphere
in the Cullen kitchen is suddenly thick and heavy with tension.
Oh No! A pre-nup?
The thought hadn’t even crossed my mind. I swallow, feeling all the blood drain
from my face…
please, ground, swallow me up now! Edward shifts uncomfortably in his chair as I
glance
apprehensively at him.
No, he mouths at me.
“Edward…” Carlisle says gently.
“I’m not discussing this again,” Edward snaps at Carlisle.
Carlisle glances at me nervously and goes to say something.
“No pre-nup!” Edward almost shouts at him, and broodingly goes back to reading
his paper,
ignoring everyone else at the table. They look alternately at me then him… then
anywhere but at
the two of us.
“Edward,” I murmur. “I’ll sign anything you and Dr Cullen want.” Jeez, it wouldn’t
be the first
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