This is my very first fanfic I dare to lay out there in the capable hands of you lovely readers, and as such it is my baby. And as every mother I'm proud of it, even if it is considered to be a butt ugly baby. So if you review, and you think my story sucks then be gentle and constructive in your criticism. If you love it then bring on the love;)

I have no beta at the moment, so this story is only edited by me, but if one volunteers I will send that beta lots of kisses, and in some cases the 50 himself. Well that caught your attention dident it;)

Now onto the story...

Disclaimer: Stephanie Meyer owns all things twilight. I own a dirty mind and an addiction to Twilight and HHH.

Chapter 1: First sight in a year

I hadn't seen him for a year, a whole damn year. And I had hoped and prayed that I would never, ever see him again, because just the sight of him would make the emotional scars on my heart burst wide open again.

One should think that a year should be sufficient enough for me to lick my wounds and get on with my life, but as I now stood paralyzed on the pavement outside my favorite club, I knew it wasn't. And what scared the shit out of me was that I didn't know how long it would take for me to recover. Maybe it would take years and I didn't want to loose some of the best years of my youth, crying over a guy who used me and then broke my hart into a million tiny pieces.

No, this prick didn't deserve a single teardrop, and why should I suffer when he was the one that did all the damage? I could feel my anger reemerge, and taking over for the pain that have had an iron grip around my heart, since the moment I saw him again.

But I had promised my self that if this would ever happen, if he would reappear in my now stabile life, I would be as bulletproof to his advances as humanly possible. Though he had hurt me more than any man ever had the right to, my history with him also meant that I knew him, and knew him well. I knew his tricks, the ways he worked and what lengths he would go to, to get what he desired.

I once thought that I was the object of his desire, but I had soon learned, that the only thing this beautiful and distant man wanted was cash, - cold hard cash and power. And he always got what he wanted. So in the end I was left as the trusting and naive fool got dishonored and fired from my beloved job and he got his promotion and his million dollar raise. Fair, no?

Fucking bastard!

At first I had been bewitched by his handsome appearance, brilliant humor and charm, but later it was the man behind the mask that held my interest. I couldn't help wonder if there was more to him than first reached the eye. But he had always held me at arms length emotionally, and though I got a few glimpses of the real man, he newer gave too much away. He insisted on having fun and live in the moment, so I only learned too late what kind of man he really was, - a skillful manipulator.

But seeing a glimpse of him on the street of Chicago was nothing I had ever expected. Especially not after the way things had ended. I had traveled far and come a long way from the girl I was then, to the woman I was now, and I didn't think of him as a part of my new life. But now he invaded my private space with just being here, in my city, in my small world. And it made me mad as hell.

Me and my girls, - Rosalie and Alice, had gone to Club 81 to celebrate my promotion to first assistant to Angela, the editor in chief of the new lifestyle magazine, Estelle. I had been high on life, and thought that I finally was free of him and the ties of my family and felt like I didn't had a care in the world. And he of course had to show up, on the first evening in a year, where I was beginning to feel alive again.

I had only got a small glimpse of him. But it was without any doubt Edward. Not many men had his height, handsome features or remarkably copper hair, which always pointed every damn way it wanted. I hadn't got eye contact with him though, thank god. He was taking to a stunning blonde who was standing with her back to me, showing off her perfectly styled hair and designer dress, and his face was naturally turned my way. A moment after, the blonde dropped the cigarette she had been smoking, on the pavement, and they went into the restaurant they had been standing in front. They seemed intimate in a way I couldn't quite describe, but it was clear to me that they had something going on. And as much as I really wished, that I didn't feel a thing for this prick, my heart didn't agree.

After they went into the restaurant, my whole body was suddenly alert. I snapped out of my paralyzed state and my intake of breath increased rapidly and I felt overheated and feverish. The anger that had run trough my veins disappeared and the pain was back on full volume. Though I tried to calm the fuck down, my body had other plans, and I was on the edge of fainting when my friends joined me on the street, a few moments after. They knew me well enough to know that something was really wrong, and when they took a look at my ghost white face, they supported me to the nearest stairwell, where I took a seat and put my head in between my unstable legs.

"Are you ok?" Alice asked a moment after "What happened?"

I lifted a hand as to signal that I needed a moment to get my act together. I didn't want to faint in the middle of our conversation.

I lifted my head a bit, when the dizziness had almost disappeared and took a look at my surroundings. We were in the alleyway next to the club, not a nice one, but again this was Chicago, you couldn't quite expect rosebushes and pear trees. Rosalie and Alice stood towering over me. Rosalie looked at me puzzled, as she was silently asking what the fuck was going on.

Alice looked at me with concern; she had always been the most caring of the tree of us. At first look you would assume that she was just another fashion fixated beauty queen, whose only concern was not to get her nails ruined. But she had soon proved to be so much more. Countless of times, she had helped me trough crisis after crisis on the job and trough the days I only wanted to stay in bed and cry. I owed her more than I could ever repay her. She was a true and loyal friend.

I knew they was waiting for an answer, but honestly all I wanted right now was to go home and sleep, not to explain the whole misery of my past with Edward again. But I had to be as honest as I could, they was my best friends and only wanted to help.

I took a deep cleansing breath and began to explain.

"I just saw Edward"

"Edward? Who?" Rosalie asked still puzzled

Alice remembered him right away though

"Edward? As in the bastard from New York, who used you to get a promotion and then got you fired and dishonored in the process?"

"The very same" I confirmed

"Fuck" Alice said

"Yeah fuck indeed" I agreed

"Edward, the guy you been crying over all this time?" Rosalie asked and I nodded in defeat.

"If I was you, I would walk over to him and squeeze his balls till they pop. That would serve him right, that asshole."

"Rosalie!" Alice gasped "That hardly helps Bella!"

"No but that make some good entertaining, don't you think Bells" she said and gave me a teasing wink, though I was sure she was quite serious, if it came down to it.

"And if you don't have the guts I can do it for you, with pleasure."She added.

I smiled inwardly and shook my head. Rosalie was always eager react physically when it came to the "scum of the male population" as she called them. No wonder her nick name in college had been "The Blonde Amazone", or so I had been told by Alice. Men had always a tendency to get both attracted to her psychical beauty, and scared off by her straightforwardness and independence.

"Wait! You said you saw him! Where exactly? Did you talk to him? What happened?" Alice asked abruptly while she held her right manicured hand out, as to stop Rosalie's babbling.

"I saw him outside restaurant Cassiopeia, just down the street from the club. No I didn't talk to him. He was talking to a blonde woman, who had her back turned to me, so his face was turning my way. They went into the restaurant together a few minutes after I first saw him. But I got a good look at him; it's him without any doubt." I felt defeated admitting this fact. I just wished there was the slightest chance I was wrong, but knew there was none.

"Why do you think he's here? To get you back? To apologize?"

"I don't know and I really don't care" I shrugged my shoulders and stood up on my wobbly feet, while I held on to the railing.

"Listen, as fun as it is to stand here and play 20 questions, all I really want to do now is to go home and toss my deadbeat body into bed. I know you mean well, but I'm just not into digging deeper into this mess right now. Ok?" I sent them the most begging and persuasive doggie eyes I could, and hoped they let me be for now.

"Ok. But if you need to talk when you wake up, you know where I am" Alice replied and gave me a concerned and serious look. She would probably call me at seven in the morning to check up, the freakish peppy morning person she is.

"Me too" Rosalie agreed and winked, apparently still waiting for me to take her up on her offer.

"Thank you girls, you don't know how much that means to me" I gave them a genuine warm smile and we got together for a big group hug

"Now, can we just get out of here? This ally is kind of creepy." I said as we broke off our hug

"Don't you mean smelly and dirty?" Alice asked and removed a invisible hair off her 2000 dollar designer jacket

I almost laughed out loud. I could just imagine how hard it was for her, to stay here in the ally more than two seconds. She was a fashionsta after all.

"Come on, let's go, the princess here wants to get back to her castle. She's been too long without her luxury items, and might get dirt on her shoes." Rosalie said with a voice tick of sarcasm, rolled her eyes and started dragging Alice towards the parking lot. Alice tried to protest, but Rosalie didn't want to hear any of it and kept on walking.

I shook my head and couldn't help laughing a bit louder than intended, but their banter was just too hilarious not to notice. I slowly followed them towards the car, while I quietly thanked god that I had such wonderful, funny friends, who could make my day better by just being their neurotic, warmhearted selves.