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Summary: Passionate and intense Edward who's sick of his old blonde bimbos and wants all or nothing. Quite, shy and softly spoken Bella has worn her heart on her sleeve so much she knows not to trust men. Can one fateful night bring these two together?

Prologue

I remember my best friend Rosalie used to tell me my undoing would be my weakness for men. Not that I slept around or anything, but the fact I wore my heart on my sleeve. Always ever guarded against men, Rosalie warned me over and over again that these men would love and leave me and every time I wouldn't listen.

I guess I only had myself to blame when each one left me, I should have known all of them would do the same to me but every time I pined myself away hoping they wouldn't string me along. Eventually Rosalie found Emmett and her walls fell down and she fell hard and fast. Like I usually do. The only difference between mine and Rosalie's situation is the same reason I'm jealous of her. She fell for the right person; I on the other had seemed to be a magnet for lousy men.

That's how I ended up here. Standing on this stupid beach in the middle of the night, my hair flew out behind me as the breeze brushed through it. I looked up at the stars; they shone so brightly, reflected like little lights down into the ocean in front of me. I held my high heels in my hands and I suspect my eyeliner was running down my cheeks from my tears. I looked like a mess. Alice's efforts had obviously been in vain. I smiled a little at the thought of her reaction to my appearance.

I splashed the water around with me feet, and watched it go and come with the tide, like he seemed to do. Come and go as he pleased.

What a liar he was! "I love you Bella, I NEED you" said his stupid velvet voice that seemed to play on a loop in mind. I scoffed internally at that. Yeah, right, you so totally need me. The tears flowed a little more freely now. I decided to continue walking along the beach, my foot prints the only indication I had been here disappeared as the water engulfed them.

Stupid love lives. It all started with Tyler. Star of the high school basketball team and the first jerk I ever dated, wanted sex on prom night and when I wouldn't give it to him it was only fitting he dumped me and went and screwed Ms big boobed Lauren. Next was college and along came Mike Newton who I gave everything to only to be broken up with just before our one year anniversary. The list goes on and on. Boy was I stupid to think this one could be any different!

My cell phone blared in my clutch. I checked called ID. It was Him. I pressed decline and waited a few minutes for him to leave a message.

"Bella Please!" the voice cried in desperation down the phone line. "Answer the phone! Where are you? I'm sorry! It's not what you think okay! Just please, please answer...I love y—". That's when I ditched my cell in the water.

Stupid fucking cheating fiancée.

I silently cursed the day I met Edward Anthony Cullen.

ALL men were the same.