Chapter 1

"Edward! Edward over here! How've you been? Is it true you're dating Jessica Stanley?!" The paparazzi asked him as he tried to get into his hotel room. I didn't yell with them. I knew what it felt like to have your private life invaded with. My family does it all the time.

But this was the only job I could do right now. I did take pictures of him though. It was my job to take pictures of him, not yell at him. I slowly moved my camera away from my face just in time to see him stare right back at me.

I knew all too well what he was saying through his stare. I bit my lip lightly before raising the camera again and snapping as much pictures as I could. I followed the rest of the paps into the hotel room. I could tell he was getting annoyed with all the flashing and yelling so I just pretended to take pictures of him.

I already had enough for a couple magazines. I watched as he got into the elevator and looked at the numbers above the door waiting for the doors to close. As soon as the doors closed the paps started leaving. I followed them outside and watched as they started heading somewhere else.

"Are you coming Bells?" Jacob asked when I had paused near the building. Jacob and I had become close friends since we had become pap partners.

I pulled my camera off my neck and held it out for him, "Can you take this? I think I'll stay behind just in case he comes out once we're all gone," I told him.

"Then how are you going to take pictures?" he asked as he took my camera questionably.

"I have a spare," I told him as I patted my fat pocket that held my normal camera.

He nodded, "You want me to stay here with you?" he asked.

"I would like that but you have to try and catch Jessica to get some pictures of her," I told him with a sad smile.

He sighed and looked at the rest of the paps, "I can stay here with you if you like," he suggested as he took a step closer to me.

I swallowed down my nerves, "Who will get the pictures of Jessica?" I asked in a small voice.

"I can get them from someone else," he said as he inched closer to me. His face was inches from mine. I was breathing heavily but not for the same reason he was.

"Jake," I whispered a bit disappointed, "I already told you that nothing can happen between us."

He looked me in the eyes for a moment before he pulled away a bit angry, "Why?" he asked with anger and pain in both his voice and his eyes.

"I…I can't exactly explain why okay?" I said as I took a step away from him and ran my fingers through my hair.

"You never tell me why!" he exclaimed. Jake had a bit of an anger problem. The kind you need management for.

I took a step back in fear, "Jake you need to calm down," I told him quickly.

"Why can't you just give me a chance?!" he yelled as he got dangerously closer.

I cringed in fear, "I'm sorry I just can't do it!" I yelled back.

"What? Are you disgusted by me or something?!" he yelled as he brought the camera up in the air as if he was going to hit me.

"No! NO! I don't think that!" I yelled back a bit mad and scared.

He dropped my camera to the floor and got a tight grip on my wrist, "Then what is it?!"

Pissed off that he probably broke my camera and scared because he was hurting my wrist I pushed hard against him. He stumbled back surprised. I rubbed at my wrist as I glared at him, "What the hell is wrong with you?!" I cradled my wrist to my chest as the circulation returned to my hand.

He blinked a couple times, "I–I'm sorry Bells…I don't know what got into me," he murmured.

I bent down and picked up my camera. The lens was broken. I stood up and furiously shoved it into his chest, "You are paying for that!" I quickly started walking away with my back towards him.

"Where are you going?!" he called to me.

I turned to look at him as I continued walking backwards, "Away from you jackass!" I yelled back before I turned around and shoved my hands into my jacket pockets.

I turned my head a bit to be sure he wasn't following me. He was walking back to his car with his head hanging low. I looked around as I continued walking to the back of the hotel. I stopped to look around before I slid my card into the back door and I got inside.

I quickly closed the door behind me and made my way to the elevators. I waited anxiously for the number thirty two to light up. As soon as it lit up I quickly walked out of the elevator and looked around the hall. No one was around. Good.

I took out another hotel key and stopped in front of room number 1005. I quickly slid the card into the slot thingy and waited for it to turn green. As soon as it turned green I opened the door and quickly closed it behind me.

I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against the door. I have got to stop this. I shouldn't come here every night. I shouldn't do this. All it's going to do is ruin my life and his.

My eyes snapped open when I felt his strong arms wrap around my waist. He lightly placed his chin on my shoulder and breathed in deeply. "What took you so long?" he asked in his silky smooth voice.

I stayed quiet for a little bit. He gently pressed his lips against my neck, "What's wrong love?" he asked.

I sighed before I straightened myself out and turned to look at him. I should just break it off right now. But I couldn't do it. All I had to do was look into his topaz eyes and I knew that I would never be able to do it.

"You have ice?" I asked.

He gave me a confused expression before he placed a hand on the small of my back and guided me to the kitchen. "Why?" he asked as he opened the fridge. He was reaching in for ice cubes. I stood up from the chair he had seated me on and stopped him.

"That's not what I meant," I looked into the freezer for the icepack, "There it is," I reached for it with my good hand and quickly placed it on my wrist.

He looked down at my wrist in concern, "What happened?" he gently took my wrist into his palm and examined it once I had taken off the icepack.

"Jake happened," I said before I walked into the living room and plopped onto the couch.

He sat next to me with a mad expression, "He did that to you?" he said in a tight voice.

"Please don't get mad," I told him with pleading eyes, "That's how I got into this mess," I said as I lifted my wrist into the air.

"He got mad at you?" he asked as he took my wrist again.

"Yeah…when doesn't he?" I asked more myself than him.

"You should stop hanging around with him," he told me.

"I wish I could but for one he's my friend and two…he just won't leave," I said exasperated.

He got more comfortable on the couch and gently lifted me up and placed me on his lap, "I wish you'd take my offer," he whispered into my hair.

He had said that if I would stop being a pap he would marry me and support me. The thing is I didn't want to depend on my husband. That and I didn't think he really loved me. This is just a fling we love because we have to sneak around to see each other.

It's exciting. That's why he thinks he's in love with me. I leaned my head against his forehead, "I'm sorry I just can't Edward."

He sighed but I could tell he wasn't mad, "Okay but…the offer still stands."

I pulled away and looked down at him. I smiled, "Did I say hi?"

He smiled back, "No actually you didn't."

I leaned in and brushed my lips against his. I brought my hand up and placed it behind his neck as I sucked on his top lip vigorously. I pulled away as breathless as he was and smiled, "Hi."

He didn't have a smile on his face. All I could see was lust in his eyes. He quickly lifted me up in his arms and started walking to his humongous room. He gently placed me on his bed and lingered over me. I pulled his lips closer to mine as I deepened the kiss so deep that I had to pull away to catch my breath like I had just been running. I could feel my lips throbbing as they started swelling from the kisses.

He moved his lips down to my neck and lightly nibbled on my skin. I gasped lightly as he moved his hands to my back and pulled my body up towards him. I dipped my head back and arched my back up as he continued kissing my neck quite passionately.

This is how it usually was every night. When he wasn't busy that is. This is why I know he doesn't love me. He just wants to get his fun with me which I'm only okay with because I was doing this for the same reason. Sooner or later I was going to have to break this off before I start getting feelings for him and I'd have my heart broken when he dumped me.

The thing is…what if deep down I already had feelings for him?

A/N: How do you like it? I obviously got this idea from the song 'Paparazzi' by Lady Gaga. I could just picture all of this when I was listening to it Hope you guys like it.