Bella's POV

I wasn't how I found myself here, in a dead end job that I barely had the energy to get out of bed in the morning to go to and found myself pulling my hair out to leave every evening. Maybe it was the Lifestyle I lived outside of my day to day routine that made every other activity feel so horrendous.

I went to college, I did everything right, yet here I was, writing articles for a high end magazine, Women's Composure. Something I dreamed about daily, but I had such limitation. Never allowed to speak of my life.

Not only in my anonymous volume but to anyone. My lifestyle was frowned upon. Misunderstood. Yet one I could not imagine myself living without.

4pm slowly edged itself upon me, as every evening, I all but ran to my car. I loved a lavish life. I had beautiful things. I had beautiful people.

The engine roared to life beneath me and a smile crept on my face. Ahh, how the simple things still seemed to excite me. I often wondered how anything excited me anymore. I'd down it all, I'd seen it all. And if it weren't for this damn job, I'd never have a reason to not smile.

Hammering gears and flooring the gas was a guilty pleasure of mine. I silently thanked Edward for forcing me to buy a manual car. It took me weeks to catch on but when I did, damn, I loved the control I had over.

I guess I liked control in all aspect of my life. Something that didn't come easy for Edward to deal with. I'll still never forget his face that night. Another smile flashed on my face. A life my dear boyfriend was so very hesitate to live, he now loved.

Our home wasn't a far commute from my office, I wheeled into the drive. We owned a nice 3 bedroom home. It was decorated perfectly for Bella. But there wasn't many hints in my life that weren't exactly how Bella wanted them.

Edward and I spent 4 long, amazing years together. Though he satisfied me in many ways, I always needed more. And Edward loved me, boy did he love me.

I'm. It sure if our life was one he'd chosen on his own, but he lived it with me, for me and he had come to love it in his own way.

Our home was a happy one. It was rarely quiet, and it was rarely uneventful. None the less, I wouldn't trade it for anything.

"Babe?" I called out, I knew Edward was home, his flashy Aston Martin sat in the drive.

"In here," I heard him call from the living room.

My gorgeous man was sprawled on the couch. His tousled, fuck me, bronze hair was wet with evidence of a fresh shower.

"You should have waited for me," I sulked.

He just smirked, knowing I hated ever being left out of a good shower.

"Mmm," he cooed, "come here."

My body reacted immediately to his words. After all this time, he still made me weak in the knees. Edward was t always a sexual creature. In fact, we introduced each other to new things neither of us ever imagined we'd enjoy. But, fuck me now, did we enjoy the things!

I didn't hesitate to curl into his arms, always so warm, so welcoming. I was loved. I was loved beyond my wildest dreams.

"How was work?" He asked, I knew he didn't want an answer. He hated me working, he hated me hating something about my life. But he never went one day without asking me how my day was. Something I secretly loved. Always so caring.

"Same ole," I yawned. "Will you be cooking tonight?" He rarely said no, knowing I couldn't resist his amazing culinary skills.

"I'm just about to start it," he s,oped, kissing my forehead, not once dropping his icy finger tips from my hips. His hands were always so cold, something I welcomed to my firery hot skin.

"Mmm," I smiled, kissing his lips ever so gently, "I'm going to shower."

The showers I spent alone always consisted of the same thing, I never knew when entering this lifestyle that so much maintenance would be required. I giggled to myself. Not that I cared, I'd shave my legs 10x a day to keep up with my activities.

I let my coconut shampoo cascade over my body. Knowing how much this scent was appreciated it, I made sure to let it wash all over me. I quickly made sure my body was hairless, and well, perfect. My body had been something I learned to love.

I never knew what each night brought, and that's where the excitement off my life made me the happiest.

I towelled dried, making sure to lather my body in lotion. I never saw myself being a girl who wanted to be sexually appealing at all times, but it was a habit I now had that I had no intentions of breaking. I threw on a white tank top, completely disregarding a bra, and some silk shorts.

I made my way down the stairs just in time to see the front door closing and my oh so gorgeous, large teddy bear standing in the door way.

"There you are," he smiled, grabbing me in his arms.

"Hey Em," my lips finding his instantly, "I missed you."