Chapter 8

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Chapter 8; Edward.

"That's alright. And yes, I'd like some coffee." I said, while I glanced back at my guests. I noticed Ms. Waltz close her eyes then opened them and then she nodded. She then turned to my guest and spoke up.

"Would you like anything?" She said, obviously trying to make her voice sound strong but she failed miserably. The Maine's shook their heads and she was on her way to get my coffee.

I shrugged then turned back to Elizabeth and Matthew. "So, why are you guys here again?" I said. They were good friends with my parents but I never really had a relationship with them. And all I could think of was how Isabella looked so much like their daughter.

"She looks so much like Naomi..." Elizabeth spoke up. She must have read my mind. I looked up from my computer and chuckled.

"Yeah, she does. Anyways, about the land for your movie?" I said, I didn't really know what to say when people were sad so I kind of changed the topic. They nodded and shook their heads.

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At exactly 4:45 the meeting was over and I was so freaking glad. They talked and talked and talked about how they missed Naomi. I understood but I mean Naomi must have had reason to leave so I didn't say anything.

I walked them to the door and and waved goodbye, soon they were gone and I sighed. I chuckled as I walked to Isabella's desk. She looked pale and like she was freaking out.

"You're free to go home." I said, as I tapped my fingers on her desk. She looked up and nodded, then she turned to her computer and turned it off and stood up.

"Do you need anything else?" She said, I shook my head and she nodded. She grabbed her purse and walked out of her desk. She stood in front of me and I looked at her. I noticed she was dressed very pretty. Her pencil skirt hugged her hips and made her look very curvy. She looked beautiful. She walked towards the elevator and I couldn't keep my eyes from her ass.

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It had been a month since Isabella started working for me. We had been to lunch here and there but she's never fully let me in. She had me going crazy for her but she never showed any interest.

She walked into my office and I looked up at her. She was wearing tight hugging cream color dress. She looked very beautiful. Her heels made her legs look longer than they really were. He hair was in curls and made her look older than she truly was.

"You have to fly to LA tomorrow night. Your flight leaves at 9 p.m. Well, your jet. But don't be late so then you can make it in time to check into the hotel." She said, she handed me a piece of paper with information of my hotel and my meetings and everything.

"I think I may need you there. Can you come with me to LA?" I said. I looked up at her and she looked at me with a blank expression it's like she had seen a ghost, I raised an eyebrow ready to tell her it wasn't necessary.

"Of course. I will be ready." She said, she then sighed and then walked out of my office. I didn't even know why but she had me craving more of her. I wanted to know who she was.

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I hadn't yet pack and I was suppose to leave for the airport in about an hour in a half. I shrugged while laying in bed noticing my bag next to my bed. I heard a knock on my front door and groaned.

I got up to open the door, I was shirtless but I didn't care because it was probably no one important. I was wrong. It was Isabella. She eyed me up and I suddenly got nervous.

"Um.. Sorry, I'm here early but I wanted to see if you were ready." She said, she seem nervous. I nodded and opened the door wider for her to come on in. She pulled her bags in and set it next to the door.

"Actually.. Um, I haven't packed.." I said as I trailed off. She looked at me with her eyes widened. She shook her head and laughed.

"We leave in an hour an a half! I can't believe you haven't packed a thing. Come on, I'll help." She said, I chuckled and led her to my room. She noticed I had gotten far as to pulling my suitcase out.

"At least you got as far as taking your suitcase out." She teased, I laughed and sat on my bed.

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