AN: So this is my new story. I haven't given up on Consequences or Daddy Wasn't There but I feel I need to get this one down before I forget where I'm going with it.
And If you can't legally buy cigarettes you're too young for this story. My favourite fic has been pulled and I'm pissed.
Prologue/ Introduction:
To say I had an easy job would be blasphemy. I, Edward Anthony Cullen, had the easiest motherfucking job in the entire universe. Fact. My Mom owned 'Fille' magazine, the biggest selling fashion magazine in the U.S. To be frank this was just one of her many investments, but easily her favourite. She 'employed' me to oversee the management process of her precious magazine. This basically meant she poured more money than I will ever be able to spend into my bank account and I went to fancy parties and rubbed shoulders with the stars. I made a few appearances at the magazine every now and then but really all I had to do was make sure the editor showed up for work. Which I never even had to bother checking. I knew she'd always be there.
Our family were always in the headlines, my Mom had gotten us used to the limelight from a young age, we were the most talked about family in New York. My Dad owned McCarty General. Though it was a Proprietary hospital he paid his staff exceedingly well and turned over any profit to his and Mom's charity.
My lifestyle meant I had any snatch I wanted, whenever I wanted. I could probably get a lot of peen too but I'm not into that shit, literally. I'd had a handful of relationships but I wasn't a one woman man. I always ended up fucking their friends or twin sisters. Though I could not actually be blamed for that one. They were fucking identical!
I lived in the penthouse suite of my hotel and had a parking garage full of shit hot imported cars all customised of course, I fucked any woman I wanted, I had a sweet ass job, More money than I can count and the world was my fucking oyster. Life couldn't get any better.