Hey I'm glad you clicked on my story to give it a read. Hopefully you like how I wanted to start the story. This story does not follow the Twilight timeline or the actual plot of the book. This is just something I thought up and wanted to start writing. I revised this chapter, so it should be a lot more understandable and clear. ReadxReview Let me know if you'd like to read more of this!

DISCLAIMER: The story is mine, the characters of this story belong to Stephanie Meyers.

Chapter 1

He was a fucking asshole, but he was absolutely gorgeous. A kind of wild forest man vibe, had a slight beard, and his shoulder length hair was slicked back nice and classy like. I saw him stare at me, his eyes burning a trail up my body. I instantly became wet, that was a given, but when I felt my legs wobbling and shivers went up my spine..I knew-my life was going to change.

I tried to nonchalontely look over my shoulder with a scowled face. I mean, the best darn bitch face I could muster up. I was trying to be all hard, and look like I would kill you if you said a damn thing to me. I looked back at the bar once I met his eyes, though, I couldn't handle it. His eyes were a gorgeous, dark, and a seductive green, under a set of angry, furrowed, dirty blond hair.

"Can I get a Bud Light?" I spoke wearily over the loud club music.

The bartender lurched forward as if to hear me better so I leaned over which probably caused a good sight for the guy I just bumped into while trying to get past the crowd of people at the bar. I was showing off my Asssets and my lack there of laced panties that I had ditched in the car.

"A Bud Light," I asserted my voice a bit more while reaching into my clutch for 20$ and slipping it into the bartenders shirt pocket. And when I look back at moments as such I begin to regret the amount of money I would blow on the dumbest shit. Instead of going to school, getting a degree, etc...I went down the route of drinking, partying, and pure recklessness.

He winked at me and smiled. "Sure thing, honey," he laughed and walked over to the cooler.

As I'm watching him I hear a voice that immediately made me want to vomit.

"You'd better watch who the fuck you steppin' to bitch, pushing me out the way like that."

I was not usually the one to let anyone talk to me like that, and this guy was no exception. I did not know at the time that he was THE Edward Masen. His father was one of the biggest coke dealers in Southern California, had all of the cops on a pay roll, no one could touch the guy or his family, including his only son, Edward. But, at the time of this incident I named him Mr Sexy. And although he may be sexy, it doesn't excuse his rudeness in speaking to a female like that.

My hand slid over to my side as I pushed my hip out. I watched this beautiful man begin to stand up...Towering over me, by the way. After feeling woozy from taking in his height and before I had my chance to say something really clever, Josh, my boyfriend at the time stepped behind me and said, "You're not gonna disrespect my lady like that bro, apologize."

I sighed, Josh always had the nack for showing up when I had shit handled. He always tried to be macho, talked so much shit, and said I was like his chihuahua. He had to be the confortational one.

I stared as Mr Sexy licked his succulent pink lips and went from a grimace to a pretty cheerful smile. "You guys ain't from here, are you?"

I was barely paying attention at that point, this guys teeth were ridiculously perfect.

After that, all I remembered was the pandemonium that occured. His fist flew right past my head. I heard and felt the wind from the whoosh as it zoomed past me and slammed right against Josh's jaw. It all happened way too fast, but I basically chucked an astray at the guys head and went home with Mr. Sexy that night. I didn't even know his name, and I don't think he knew mine. But I gave no shits about my decency, pride, or relationship. For fuck's sake, I left my boyfriend knocked out on the pavement, bleeding after being carried out, to then say 'fuck it' and go with a total stranger who did the knocking out. All I wanted was hard, raw sex, and that's what I got with Mr Sexy.

We had arrived at one of his places about twenty minutes after the incident. He proceeded to rip my clothes off, the next thing you know I'm bent over the side of his countertop as he's plunging his thick hot member into me. The first thing I remembered doing before the romp was just drooling because this man had one of the most beautiful cocks I had ever seen in my life. Just perfect, I actually wanted to wrap my lips around it and make him squirm. Stare up at him as I take him deeper in my mouth, watching him as his eyes glazed over to the back of his head, his hand raking through my hair, and humming to his guttural, strained breath. So, although I usually was not one to go for oral sex because it just did absolutely nothing for me...I was still surprised at myself for wanting a total stranger this badly.

It was climax, after climax with him. He barely let me touch his gorgeous cock, and there was a part of me that hated him for that-it was like he was teasing me.

I remember my ass felt raw from him clutching and smacking the already flushed skin. "You gave me that little preview at the bar, huh? Who was that for?" He grunted against my ear.

I shouted out once wrapped his fingers through my long dark hair and tugged backwards.

"For you!" I grinned, "I wanted you to fuck me right there."

"Oh..God,yes! Fuck!" He spat out.

Feral..very raw, and very real.

All these memories and I still had the same reaction that I always had when I spotted him in the crowded Foot Locker. Soaking wet panties and a very very dry mouth.

I had to get it together, I've changed, it's been some odd eight years.

But, my legs were deceiving me, making self control a bit difficult as I stepped towards the same store. He was glaring at a pair of Timberland boots. His hair was a very rugged kind of messy, pulled back into a loose bun and was also longer than I remembered. Also had a full beard.

"Eddie!" I sputtered quickly and looked away, immediately regretting my decision to come in here in the first place.

What was I going to get out of this? I can't allow my past to haunt me and turn me back into the way I once was.

There was silence from him. I peeped through my hair to see him staring at me. Just, burning a hole through the side of my face. "Lee?" His beautiful voice had grown softer over the years. His eyes stared me up and down as I hesitantly turned my head back towards him.

"Holy shit..." His eyebrows raised. "Leah?" I assumed he was having just as hard of a time as me wondering how the hell we are even seeing each other.

I nodded, smirking shyly.

"Le-Leah, oh my god, how are you?" He stalked forward.

I moved back a tiny bit, which he noticed.

"I'm doing good, how about you?" I looked down at my feet, I felt so weird.

"You look good, Lee..."

I gazed up only to see him staring at my engagement ring. I'll admit my impulsiveness hasn't changed, but I am working on that.

"Settling down?" He grinned while visually fucking me.

I cocked my head to the side and smirked. "Yeah, he's a good guy."

He nodded his head, looking sort of disappointed. "Good," he paused, rubbing his beard. "You need one of those, so that's awesome."

I nodded as I felt my cheeks begin to burn up. I crossed my arms feeling slightly uncomfortable. "So what are you doing back in town?"

He nodded and laughed, "Yeah, everyone has been asking me that...eh-you know, just got sick of the east coast."

I shook my head discouraging that laugh, and feeling pretty shitty. "We should catch up."

"Oh" he rolled his eyes. "You think Mr Perfect would like that?" He asked sarcastically.

"He won't be home for the next few days." What the fuck am I going on about? "And frankly, I know you could give two shits on whether or not he'd be home."

The look on his face, though it was priceless, I had to start developing some type of filter so that I don't say or do any type of stupid crap. I mean, for God's sake I'm getting married in a few months and I am over here inviting my ex fuck buddy to come to the house I share with my fiancé to maybe have a smoke and chat? I could just turn towards the exit and pretend like I'd never seen Edward, but it just wasn't that simple in my mind.

"You still smoke?" I questioned raising my brow slightly.

He gave me a 'duh' look. "Yeah every once in a while."

"So let's go." I shrugged my shoulders and turned to start walking towards the exit. I only heard the footsteps behind me and his chuckle.

...

We drove in separate cars and met at my house. He arrived a bit late cause he said he had to go back to his place to pick up something, which was fine by me, I took it upon myself to go ahead and change.

I tore my shirt over my head and stare at the pile of clothes on the bed. I was so nervous, and at the time, really didn't know why. I lived on a secluded rural plot of land, I had like two neighbors up the road from me, and I lived on a dead end. It was a creepy neighborhood, but convenient at times.

I rubbed my chin softly and sighed.

The buzzing of my phone snapped me back into reality as I search under the mess of clothes to find that stupid phone. I finally spotted it and saw I had an incoming phone call from my best friend Jessica.

I snatched the phone up and answered quickly, "Jess, holy shit, you will not believe who I saw today!"

"Wow, no hey, how ya doing?" she retorts sarcastically.

"Edward, Edward Masen, bro!" I heard on the other end that she must have tripped or dropped something.

"Woah," she grunts. "What?"

"Eddie! And he's currently on his way, to my motherfucking house!"

"What about Sam? Wait, what?"

I heard a jeep pull up in front of the house. "Shit!" I yelled out excitedly.

"Leah?..."

I peeked out of the window through my black out velvet curtains to see Edward's car parked.

"Leah...Hello? What's going on?"

"Fuck! Listen, I will call you later, I have literally no time to tell you right now."

"But-"

"I love you, boo. I'll call you back later." I began to run out my bedroom. "Don't be mad, I'm hanging up!" I pressed the end call button, and as I looked down I saw my breasts prominently display in my black lace bra. I rolled my eyes, "Fucking hell!" I sputtered as I quickly snatched a loose pale pink tank top and ran down the stairs, grabbing my cigarettes and the blunt I had rolled before trying to change my outfit.

The house was silent, and peaceful. As I ran through to get to the front door I found myself smiling. I opened up the front door and stepped onto the porch, the warm summer breeze hitting me in all the right places.

I opened up the screen door that led into the front porch and pulled the blunt from behind my ear, all the while flashing a huge smile at Eddie. His face lit up the moment he saw me and what I was holding.

"Aww honey, you shouldn't have!"

"Just in time!" I shouted back. I held the door as he jogged up the three steps and past me.

"So, this is casa del Clearwater?" He asked with a sigh.

"Si," I responded quickly and smacked my lips together.

He muttered pulling his own blunt out from behind his ear. "Oh, you know...I like it, very country of you." He flicked his lighter and lit his blunt, holding it under the fire for a few seconds, then taking it away and putting the blunt to his magnificent, pursed lips.

"Ha-ha," I snorted.

I turned my head to look out the screen window. I could hear him inhale slowly and deeply. I decided to spark up and take a few deep hits, thinking about what I'd want to say next. Could I be a complete cunt and start telling him how much I hated him for leaving me, or how badly I wanted to drive my car into a ditch, or better yet, how about when I found out he was fucking other females behind my back. A few of those females had to endure quite a bit of an ass beating when I found out about Edward's infidelity. But, I really did not want to do that. I just wanted to sit back, relax, and smoke up a former friend and him be able to do that same for me.

Civil...that's just the way it had to be.

"How's your brother?" Edward exhaled and leaned forward with his elbows on his knees.

I stared at him and took another hit. "He's awesome," I let the smoke in my lungs escape through my open mouth as I spoke, "Just graduated from Brown, with a Phd in engineering."

His eyes widened. "Holy shit, that's great. Is he staying over there or coming back to town."

"He's in the middle of juggling with the idea of coming back, mostly for my mom...but I told him to stay up there."

"Girlfriend?"

"Baby Momma." I smiled at the next dumbfounded expression he gave me. "Yup, I've got myself a niece now. Her mother is really nice, very good to my brother and that baby. Why should he waste his time coming back here, where my mom can leech off of him?"

Edward nodded.

We caught up a bit while passing over each other's blunt, and laughed a lot. Way more than I have in the past years of my life without Edward. The weed is what probably helped with the joyous laughter also, but I digress.

I learned that he had gotten his CDL, a class A license, so he decided to move back to our hometown to make some pretty good money driving those big double or triple trailers. He came back, put a hefty deposit on a small house in the more suburban area of town, and is now living pretty well. No hardcore drugs, no drinking other than the occasional glass of wine in the wine cup that he had eight years ago, and still owns. He seems to be...different, than the Edward I was expecting. Which was a good thing.

He was also currently single. Which, for some reason I was fighting a smile the entire time he was explaining why he decided not to date anyone for about four years.

-she was just crazy, the whole situation got really out of hand."

"Like me?" I wanted to smack myself for even saying that.

There was a brief pause as he finished off my blunt while I was just watching him, as I let his burn out.

"You weren't a mistake, Leah."

I felt my heart swell. If that didn't give me any type of validation that he at least cared about what we had back in the day, then I don't know what will.

I just continued to stare at him, not really knowing how to respond to his statement. But then again, maybe I didn't really need to respond. By this time I was really high, so trying to keep my mind right was kind of a full time duty.

His mouth opened as if to add something when I suddenly jumped up from my seat. "Wine?"

Well...that was a start.

Okay, so I rewrote and tweaked a few things. Just so that this chapter could flow better, I hope I did okay lol.

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