A/N. Wow, this chapter did take long. Sorry for the delay, but I had a lot of exams last week and unfortunately, this was the only time I could've finished it. Forgive me for the very slow updates. I am trying to speed up though.

My new favourite song for the week is Coldplay-The Scientist, the video is even better, so you can go check it out on YouTube. Enjoy this chapter. Oh, and Chuck Bass makes his second appearance in Chapter 19.

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Emmett's Point Of View

I sat looking at Rose, lying asleep on the bed. And yes, it was my bed again. She had spent five nights over for the week we had been together. With the many opportunities I had been given to wake up next to her, I was in total wonder. She lay there, with the long line of her body, halfway beneath the covers. I was amazed with her skin; soft and supple. Her long wavy blonde hair fanned across her face and down her back. Her eyes were closed and her long eyelashes curled upwards. Her mouth had a slight smile, and she looked at peace and happy. I marveled at her natural beauty, and thought about how any and every guy would want a piece of her, but I was lucky she decided to give it to me.

I kept on looking at her, my own smile appearing on my face as I remembered last night; our perfect date. I had taken her out to 1500 Ocean, a beautiful restaurant in San Diego. It was a great night. We talked, we laughed, we touched and…she gave me a lovely surprise later on, hence our naked state under the blankets.

I reached out my hand and began tracing patterns on her smooth, flawless back. I saw her gently stir, her eyes fluttering open. I reached and gave her a delicate kiss on her forehead.

"Morning Em," She said touching my cheek.

I smiled back at her.

"What do you wanna do today?" She asked seeing as it was the beginning of the weekend.

"I think I like this position right here." I told her smiling.

She giggled at me from under the covers before reaching up and capturing me in a passionate kiss. My hands made their way down to her lower torso and I held her at her waist. I felt her hands raking through my hair as our tongues fought in a battle of love.

I began to drag the covers off her body when I heard the doors to my room slide open.

"Morning sweetie--" My mom said, before she came to the realization of what she was seeing before her.

Rosalie flew up out of my arms and quickly wrapped the blankets around her body, her face turning red with shame. She left me almost totally exposed and I had to roll up under her, so that my parents wouldn't have seen all of me.

"Emmett! What is going on here? We gave you this as a home, not a whorehouse!" My dad began shouting from beside my mother.

I pinched the bridge of my nose in frustration. "Couldn't you guys have called? Or at least knocked on the door?"

"Carlisle! Calm down." My mom said curtly to my dad. "That's not why we're here." She now turned her attention to me, "Emmett, we were just so happy with the change around you made, we wanted to congratulate you on your good behaviour and progression with your overall attitude, mentality and personality," She said trying to keep her eyes focused on the ground.

"Ummm, Mom, thanks and everything, but could you guys give us a moment? You can just wait right there outside the room." I told them.

"Yes, ummm, sorry Emmett." My mom mumbled while backing away pulling my dad with her.

"I don't know what good behaviour we're really here to congratulate him on, don't you see that he has someone in his--" My dad went off ranting and raving to my mother and as the doors closed behind him, I could no longer hear his voice. Thank God.

As soon as they were out and had shut the door, Rose jumped out of bed, fleeing around the room picking up articles of clothing.

"Emmett, oh my God, oh my God," She mumbled frantically.

"Rose chill, it's nothing." I told her.

"It's nothing?!" She asked me in disbelief. "Your parents just walked in on us Emmett! Imagine what they would've seen if they were to walk in, just 15 minutes later!"

"That hurts me, you know Rose. Just to think what I could've been doing to that fine ass of yours just 15 minutes later." I said, a look of mock sadness on my face.

"Oh well," She said before bending right in front of me to pick up her undies.

"Rose! Rose! How could you leave me like that?! You want me to go talk to my parents with my dick poking through my pants?!

She giggled before walking in to the bathroom and shutting the door. I got up and put on some shorts and throwing a T-shirt over my head, I walked out to where my parents awaited.

"Mama y papa, what's up?" I asked as I walked up to them.

"Emmett," My mom said coming up to hug me. Then I felt a slap on my back. "You didn't call and you didn't visit me for the past two weeks."

"Oh, sorry mom," I told her, "I've just been pretty…busy."

She gave me a sly glance before answering, "I'm sure you have. By the way, is that Rosalie, as in Alice's best friend, Rosalie?"

"Uhhhh," I chuckled lightly. "Yeah."

"And yes, about that," My dad popped in, "I don't approve of it Emmett. No, no, no."

"Dad, you do realize that I'm 22, right? And that I have my own house now? So seriously, you can't really tell me who I can invite in, and who can't…spend the night." I said smiling.

I thought that his blood was literally boiling within his veins. His face got red and his pupils dilated.

"Emmett! I am the one who put this roof over your head, and I am still your father! You have to listen to me!"

"Dad, dad, calm down." I told him easily, but this seemed to irritate him further.

"What is with this crap--" He continued but my mom cut him off.

"Come on Carlisle, congratulate not commiserate."

"Yeah Carlisle," I repeated, "Congratulate, not--"

"Emmett," My mother said giving me a warning look.

"Fine, fine, fine, sorry." I replied.

"Well, Emmett, I checked your working records, and it seems you have been doing okay." Carlisle stressed on the okay. "I checked the bank book, expenditure and profit, and it has been good. But, there were a few things I needed to speak to you about," He said puling a couple pages out of his jacket pocket.

"Only a few," I muttered looking at the amount of pages in his hands lined with his elegant script.

"Okay, well I'll just start at number one."

I raised my eyebrows amazed, "Yeah, number one."

"How are the employees at the club?"

"They're good, I guess," I answered as he began his quiz.

"No, Emmett, it's either they're good or they need to be fired."

"Dad, they're fine."

"Have you found someone to clean the apartment yet? By the looks of it, I would say no."

"No, I haven't, not yet."

"Well, I doubt you'd be doing much cooking, so, make sure the person you choose is gonna be able to cook for you too." He continued, "When was the last time you did some laundry?"

"I haven't done…any, actually, but I think Rose put a basket in yesterday."

"So now you have a lady doing your work, did I raise you like that Emmett?"

"Is that one of the listed questions?" I asked him smiling as I watched him get enraged, but before he could say anything, my mom interjected.

"Okay Carlisle, fifty questions is enough for today." She said smoothly.

"Esme, I have two more pages to go, I haven't even finished the first page." He answered.

"Well one page is enough, right Em?" She asked me.

"Yeah, I am really fed up of the interrogation now, dad." I said slouching against the wall.

"Fine, but stand up straight, the wall doesn't need you for support and you don't need it. You look like a scallywag dragging yourself against the wall." He told me.

"Sorry, but I'm a little tired." I said yawning.

"Maybe if you didn't stay up all night," he said gesturing to the door of my bedroom.

I chuckled, "Come on dad, don't talk about it as though you and mom don't give it a shot a few nights a week." I said winking.

"Emmett, how incredibly inappropriate! How could you talk to your parents about their sex life?! I'll have to tell your therapist about another area I'd like her to work on." My dad yelled.

At about the same time, Rosalie stepped out of my bedroom.

"Ummm, hi Mr. Cullen, Mrs. Cullen." She said formally.

"Uhhh, mom, dad, this is my girlfriend, Rosalie." I told them, "Also known as, my slave master, my rod holder and my org--" I couldn't resist but adding.

"Yes, thanks for that introduction, Emmett." She said her cheeks turning all pink again. I noticed out of the corner of my eye, my father fuming in the corner of the room.

"Wow," My mom said, "Does Alice know?"

"Yes, of course," Rose answered, "She's my best friend, I couldn't keep it from her."

"Oh now that I see you, you reminded me," Esme began before turning to me. "The Annual Hale Elite Charity Ball, you have got to go."

"Come on mom, those stuff are boring. A room full of spoilt people, thinking their doing something good for humanity, because they paid loads of money to congregate and socialize."

"Emmett, you are one of those spoilt brats," My father informed me.

"Em, come on," Rosalie said, "That's my dad's ball. Besides, I need a date, you wouldn't expect me to go by myself, now would you?" She said running her hand along my arm.

"Fine Rose," I said looking down at her with a smile, "At least you'll make things," I wriggled my eyebrows, "…interesting."

She giggled while my mother beamed down on her.

"Ok," Esme said, "So it's settled, Emmett will be attending the ball. I don't have the tickets on me, but you can come home and collect them. They're $2500.00 each. If you're gonna buy one for Rosalie too, I can set it up."

"You guys aren't buying it?" I asked them shocked.

"No Emmett," My dad answered. "You're working now, you don't have such a luxury anymore."

"Whatever dad, I'll come for it tomorrow morning, ok mom?"

"Yes, that'll be fine."

My mom kept glancing between Rose and I. Her eyes always lingered at Rosalie. After a few silent moments, she turned to me.

"Emmett, can I speak to you privately please?" She asked.

"Ummm, sure, I guess." I said unwrapping my arm from Rosalie's waist and following my mother. I looked back and saw a worried expression cross Rose's face. I gave her a reassuring smile and walked in to the front office with Esme.

"Emmett," She began.

"Mom," I replied.

"Em, this is good. I feel as though you're settling down. And now that you have a girlfriend, well, she seems kind of permanent, right?"

"Ummm, I hope so?" I said in a puzzled voice.

"Em, I just, I-I,"

"Come on mom, spit it out." I told her.

"Well, this isn't like before is it? I mean, when you were with us, you brought a different girl each week, and Rosalie is genuinely a good girl, and I don't want you to break her, ok? I mean, I see the way you guys look at each other, she seem to be very much in to you, and you the same, so don't do what you use to ok? Don't play her Emmett."

"In other words Emmett, no screwing around with other girls, while you're with Rosalie." I saw my father suddenly appear at the door of the office with his own comments on the matter. "This should teach you how to be a respectable man and to be loyal."

"And you will learn to keep your feelings, separate from the feelings in your pants." My mother added.

"Ok, fine, I get what you guys are saying, and I am definitely not gonna screw around with Rose, but, did we just have our first indirect sex talk?" I asked with a grin.

Esme sighed, "My ever playful, Emmett."

"Just grow up," Carlisle muttered and walked out the room.

I followed after him back to the room where Rose sat looking at a magazine.

"Well, I think we'll take our leave now, right Esme?" My dad said.

"Yes, yes. I've got so much to do today. We should go." She answered.

"Well okay you guys, I'll drop by tomorrow," I told them as they hugged Rose and turned to me. Esme hugged me and turned for the door.

"Goodbye Emmett," My dad said sharply, "And don't forget what we spoke about," he said before turning and exiting.

"What was that all about?" Rose asked me.

"We just had our first sex talk," I told her. She laughed and turned her head back to the magazine.

"So what's that you're reading?" I asked her looking over her shoulder.

She shut the magazine and showed me the cover. Playboy.

"I think I've found you're stash in the bathroom Emmett." She told me flipping back to the page she was on previously.

She held the book sideways lifting it up so that I could see the picture.

"I wonder if I can split like this girl," She said looking up at me.

I didn't waste a second, lifting her into my arms. "How about we try it out?" I asked before all but running into the bedroom.