Disclaimer: All rise for the disclamation of this story. Stephanie Meyer is the owner of all things twilight, not me.
For all you Edward Affairs fans I am back with another story! I hope you enjoy it!
So just to recap the summary:
Fate brought them together, but will it be the one thing that will tear them apart? When Bella gets taken hostage, all seems to be broken, but can you guess who is also being held hostage with her? ALL HUMAN!
BPOV
It was another day at work. Most people would drone on about how they wished to be a pampered princess, not having to work a day of their life, but I was the opposite. Others might say that I was lucky to be born to one of the richest men in the world, Charlie Swan, owner of one of the leading international airlines, but to me it was a curse.
Yes, I am one of those pampered princesses, and I despise it. So every day except Sunday, I try to live like a normal person, and work for my dad's business. At first this sparked a frenzy with the paparazzi, but it died down after a year and I could go on with my life.
That's why the events that were about to occur came much unexpected to me.
It was a Saturday night just before I got off my shift. Alice, one of my fellow employees, and I were going to go out to one of the hottest night clubs in the town as soon as I had finished these last few files.
"Bella, when was the last time you went out?" she asked, giving the curtains in my office some dirty looks. "Last month," I answered quickly, hoping she wouldn't make a big deal out of it, but it was Alice of course, so she did.
"Last month! Bella, you are a heiress to a huge fortune and you spend all your time working! You can go partying every night if you want to! What is wrong with you woman!" Alice lectured me before hitting me over the head with a file. "Oww, calm down! You know as well as I do that I am not a party girl," I told her, feeling very self conscious about my curtains now.
"Bella, I know, just because you are rich, young, and beautiful, doesn't mean you have to party every night, but it definitely doesn't mean you should rot away in an office for the rest of your life!" Alice was right, and I hated it. I knew I was boring, but I didn't think it was that bad until now.
"Okay, let's go out," I said, packing my things. "Good," Alice remarked, "And also get rid of those curtains! Brown? What were you thinking?" she said before dragging me out of the office. I knew she would criticise the curtains! I should've gotten the black ones!
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The night club was packed. Were all night clubs like this? I couldn't remember. Nowadays I usually stuck to pubs, so this scene was completely different for me. The noise was deafening and the lights flickered so fast it gave me a headache. "I think this was a bad idea," I shouted to Alice who was dragging me through the crowd to the bar.
"Nonsense, we just need to get a few cocktails into you, Two Sex on the Beach's please," she yelled to the bartender. Cocktails. Great, a hangover was all I needed. The bartender placed the drinks on the bar and I smiled and sculled it down. If I was going out I was going to go out hard, and hopefully not remember most of it.
"I want to dance!" Alice yelled a little to loud. "You know I hate dancing, please Alice," I pleaded with her. Dancing was not my forte, but neither was anything that involved any amount of coordination. Alice put on a sad face. Luckily through the crowd I could see some other people from work.
"Look, Jessica and Angela are here, you can go dance with them," I said ordering another drink. "Aww, but it's no fun without you!" Alice argued sarcastically pretending to cry. "I'll be fine, go!" I said and after a little more convincing she did go.
After I finished my third cocktail, now I was a little dizzy, okay maybe a lot, the bartender handed me another. "No, I didn't order one," I said feeling sick. "The gentlemen down the end there brought it for you," the bartender said before turning to serve another person.
The man at the end of the table was average looking. He had a nice body from what I could tell of the shirt that clung to his muscles, and his eyes were an gorgeous onyx colour, but the long blonde hair was really not to my taste. He started walking over to me. Oh great! I supposed I should let him down easy.
"The famous Isabella Swan," he said ordering a drink for himself. "I prefer to be called Bella," I said, finding that I was sipping the drink he brought me. "Pleasant to meet you. I am James," he said offering his hand out, but I didn't take it. He put it down slowly. "Are you here with anyone?" he asked after an awkward silence.
"Yer, my friend, she's dancing," I said before finishing the last of my drink. "Your friend or girlfriend?" he asked forcing me to half choke on my cocktail before I managed to get it down. "Friend, trust me I am straight. Please, whatever gossip magazine your working for, don't waste your time, there is no scoop here," I said getting up and walking away. I didn't know where I could walk to, so I naturally headed for the door, I could always get a cab home and text Alice.
"I assure you I am from no gossip magazine," he said following me outside. I flagged down a taxi. "Then..." Before I could finished my sentence I started to feel really dizzy. James dragged me down a side street.
"What did you put in my drink...?"
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I woke up feeling really sore. I sat up, realising I had been lying on a concrete floor; well that explained the back pain. I soon realised the room contained nothing but a small toilet, a sink, and a bunk bed. The lighting was very bad, as there were no windows, but there was one single door. I ran up to it and started banging on it, screaming for help.
I remembered the events of that night, James, and the drink he brought me...
Oh my gosh! What was happening? I banged on the door a little harder before some one came behind me and put one hand over my mouth and the other hand securely around my waist. I kicked and tried to scream, attempting to bite their hand before they dumped me onto the bunk bed, hand still over my mouth, a finger to their lips gesturing for me to stay silent.
I noticed it was a man, a very beautiful man. Through the little light I could see he had bronze coloured hair and striking green eyes. His features were absolutely stunning, and I blushed seeing he was only in a pair of very tight underwear, revealing the outline of his whole body to me. Wow...
He noticed me looking at him much to my distress and grabbed a pillow to cover him up. "Sorry about that," he said in a gorgeous velvety voice, his hand slowly sliding away from my mouth, leaving a tingling feeling on my lips, he had really smooth skin.
"Who are you?" I asked, finding I couldn't take my eyes away from him. Was this heaven or hell? At the moment I couldn't decide. He walked towards the door and bent down to floor level, peeking through a little slap at the bottom of the door that I had failed to notice before. He sighed and walked back over, taking a seat next to me on the bottom bunk.
"I'm Edward Cullen..."
Woah woah woah woah. Who's the hottie in the tight underwear? Edward of course. LOL
Question is why is he only in tight underwear? Haha I don't know, I'm just her Beta, but keep reading to find out more.
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