What Women Want
Chp.1 - A Mans Man
Do you know the definition of a man's man?
A mans man is the leader of the pack. The kind of man the other men look up to.
A mans man just doesn't get what women are about.
Edward Cullen is the ultimate mans man. He is completely irresistible and charming.
Which makes him the perfect mans man.
It all started with Edwards mother.
Edward was born and raised in Las Vegas.
His mother Esme was a real, honest to god, Las Vegas show girl.
While other boys were out riding bikes and playing base ball, Edward was backstage, hanging with the ladies.
He was there mascot. There little pet. They couldn't get enough of those little green eyes.
Esme just about killed it for every girl Edward would ever meet. She had a lot of sugar daddies and always made sure Edward had a 'strong' father figure around.
There was nothing normal about the way Edward Cullen was raised.
You have to admit that this was one cock-eyed way to enter the world.
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Edward, now grown and successful, works at an add agency. You want babes in bikinis, he's your man.
With a divorced marriage, 15 year old daughter and a different girl in bed every night, Edward was living the high life.
"get up! Your going to be late for work." Tanya grunted as she opened the luxurious apartment room's blinds.
Tanya was Edwards maid. The only thing that kept her doing her job was the very large paycheck she got every month from him.
"don't you ever knock?" Edward tossed in the sheets.
"its ten thirty, you should be out of bed."
Tanya threw the morning paper at him.
" god!" Tanya groaned and held up a thong. "Why don't you ever bring home women who wear REAL underwear, you know the kind that covers her whole bottom?"
"when I do should I give you a call?" Edward sat up and smacked her butt.
"ugh, just get dressed! And don't ask me for one of your onion bagels. "
" Awww! Come on you know I can't think on an empty stomach." He threw out his best puppy dog face at her.
"you are such a child."
"you can't starve a child!" Edward whined.
Tanya huffed and picked up his dirty clothes.
"come on!"
" Alright! But you better be out of here in thirty minutes!"
Edward shot her his stunning crooked grin and the reached for a cigarette.
By 11 am, Edward was at the corner coffee shop.
He stopped there every morning to have a little fun.
This fun had name. It was called, Angela.
Angela was an inspiring actress. She auditioned for many things but still remained working behind the counter as ditzy coffee shop girl.
Edward was intrigued by her good looks and attempted to get a date with her everytime they talked. But because of her bad past with guys she refused, even though she adored him.
Edward made his way to the counter while 'accidently' getting a good skim of a women ass.
" hey Edward!" Tanya chirped from behind the counter. "how's it going?"
Edward rested his hands on top of hers where they laid on top of the counter.
He ignored her previous question and cut right to the chase.
"Angela, my love, how about I take you out tonight. I'm expecting a big promotion today and I would love it if you would celebrate with me."
Angela moved her hands from under his.
" Edward I don't know why you don't believe me but I'm not your type, trust me." Angela turned to Emily and gave her Edwards usual order, "Cappuccino with extra foam." Then she turned back. "tall or Grande?"
"Grande, or at least I like to think so." Edward smirked.
" Ha Ha, Edward. Next." She called behind him.
"come on, let me take you out. I'll buy you a cup of coffee."
"memo to you, I work at a coffee shop."
" hello, what can I get for you?" Angela addressed the small, scrawny , red headed man behind Edward.
"I'll have a- "
He was cut off by Edward. " you want me stop asking you out ? because Angela, if that's what you want then I'll stop. Just give me the word." Edward ignored the red heads mumbles behind him.
" yes, I'm going to give you the word. Because I'm an actress, or at least I'm trying to be one and I need to concentrate on that. So it would be a good thing if you wouldn't m-mind to stop a-asking me out!" Angela stuttered with the last sentence.
It was time for Edward to turn on the charm.
Edward took her hands once more. " Angela, you seem so stressed." He leaned in and Angela's breathe hitched in her throat.
"y-yes I'm stressed, I have a lot on my p-plate"
"let's not talk about this now, how about I meet you here tomorrow about ten thirty?"
"okay that would be good." Angela replied in a weak voice.
" so that's a date?" Edward asked, making sure the trap was set.
" that's a date" she nodded.
Snap!
Angela's date with Edward was confirmed.
Edward smiled with success.
He turned around and was met by the little red head.
" sir, that was inspiring!"
Edward chuckled.
"I know."
He patted the man's shoulder and made his way to work.