Bella POV.

All I see is an unattractive woman with too pale of a complexion he persuaded me was my best feature, dark wavy hair that wraps around my oval face he begged to touch, my deep-brown eyes with bags under them which he claimed to see into my soul with, and too big of lips he made me kiss him with. Everything he said about me was a lie. If he loved my pale complexion, brown hair, deep brown eyes, and my plump lips, why had he hurt me so bad?

2 weeks earlier.

Jeff pulled into the driveway at 8:30 as planned. I did a last minute check of my reflection grinning. For Jeff had raised my self-esteem and confidence with his flattering complements. A doorbell woke me out of my thoughts. I had a big night with Jeff. Jeff and I had been dating for about a week.

Maybe it's a little fast to say… but, I think I love him. I do love Jeff, but he hadn't said it first. I am not sexist, but I do think it's better if the man says it first. If he doesn't say it tonight during dinner, then she will.

He drove me to a secluded part of the forest to an area that was set and decorated with a picnic. I hated surprises, but I can deal with this one. It was romantic, and plus, I was sidetrack with my thoughts.

This would be the night he would tell me he loves me! I mean, why not? This is what always happens in the movies. Candle-lit picnic in a secluded area in the middle of the… forest? Well, it was going more towards a horror movie plot…but oh well. Yippee!!!

Her inner party was interrupted when Jeff sat down and leaned to kiss her. She of course kissed the man she loved back parting her lips to allow his tongue slip in. He climbed on top of me and moved his mouth across my jaw line, below my ear, and slowly partaking a trail of tender kisses. He then attempted to pull my sweater off.

"Jeff, no. Not here. We're in the middle of the forest," Despite my inner instincts, I pushed him off gently. I adjusted my sweater and leaned back in for a kiss, but was startled when I got a slap.

I stared at him. And he got on his feet and kicked me in the ribs. He hit me across the face again, but with more force. I tried to balance myself and stand up, but a then a punch was thrown and I was shoved back to the ground.

"What did I do?" I asked with sincere pain in my voice.

"You told me no! No one says no to me, Jeff Gregory." I noticed his nostrils flaring and I quickly sat up and winced involuntarily. "I will sleep with you whether you like it or not."

I sat up sharply and devised a plan to get away.

"Don't even think about trying." He glared at me, piercing my skin with his eyes as if they were branding me. He leaped on me and wrapped his arm around my throat and closed off the air supply. Giving up struggling, I relaxed. Darkness was closing in around me.

Next morning:

I sat up wrapped in the blanket which I thought was being used for the picnic he planned. I looked around and sat up. My clothes were in a pile by a nearby tree with a note:

My dear Bella,

Last night was amazing. You're a pro.

I grimaced.

I would love to see you again, but unfortunately, you aren't worth it. Tell anyone, and I will hunt you down, and kill you.

Love, Jeff

The fear struck through my body like a spear.

Why me?

I had no other choice but to keep silent and keep in my pain. I stared at the last two words: Love, Jeff. I swallowed back the tears but they were already streaming down my face leading myself into sobs.

Presently:

I watched Alice blankly while she sat on my floor rummaging through shopping bags of different sizes & colors. "If only….This would….How can she say no Frilly things?!….Pink….No Frilly things…Pshhh." I had no sense of fashion according to Alice . I wore faded t-shirts of my favorite bands with a pair of sturdy blue jeans and black and white converse.

I hated dressing up, but I needed this job. A secretary. Hmph. I don't think I'd be a good secretary. Alice even bought me a book: How to be a Great Secretary for Dummies! I didn't even tell her… or anyone I was going to interview for I think his name is Emmet Cullen. I swear she is psychic or something.

She is my best friend and has been for years. It was high my junior year. I was really shy, and she was the perkiest and peppiest person I have ever laid eyes on. She befriended me despite our diverse personalities. She was an over achiever, fashion freak, and I loved her.

"Bella, I found it." She closed her eyes as if to even her breathing from excitement.

"Is it that good?" I asked with my face scrunched up.

"And sexy." She smiled the most mischievous smile I have ever seen.

"Well… Can I see it?"

"Nope! You are gonna see it tomorrow morning." I looked at the clock on my bedroom wall. 3 hours. " Alice , I have an interview in 3 hours! I am going to look like..."

She interrupted with "Are you kidding me? You are gorgeous even when only running on 2 hours of sleep!"

I lied down in bed and closed my eyes. I fell asleep at that exact moment. I was twice as tired as I had felt.

Beep Beep Beep Beep Beep! I slammed my hand down at the alarm clock that was awaking me from my much needed sleep. I haven't slept much since the night with Jeff.

I got up and looked around my house searching for Alice . I saw a note over a dress hanger on front door.

Bella,

You fell asleep so I let myself out. I made you coffee. There are breath mints in your purse. Knock 'em dead honey!

XOXOXOX, Alice

I had a grin bigger than the Cheshire cat's. She loved me. She was too happy. I got a little curious and looked through her phone. I am a horrible friend. I frowned. But, she was texting and calling a guy, I hoped, named Jasper Whitlock. I hadn't said anything because she would tell me when she was ready.

I jumped in the shower expecting the shower head which poured warm water to awake me. I closed my eyes while I scrubbed strawberry shampoo into my scalp. I rinsed my hair, shaved, and got out. I blow dried my hair and followed it by curling it. I put hairspray in it hoping it would hold throughout the morning. I unzipped the dress hanger to find my outfit. I slid it on and frowned.

I would have to talk to Alice about this. It was sexy. I haven't decided to either yell at her or thank her.

Emmett POV

I am lying in the floor of my extraordinaire office next to my secretary, Jennifer, with my eyes clothes to even out my breathing.

"Wow…that was amazingggg," She over exaggerated by a mile.

"Baby, I know. It will be hard for any other woman to compare." I lied through my teeth. Truth be told, I've had better…FAR better. She was a sloppy mess.

Jennifer sat up, and exclaimed, "You are lying to me!" I couldn't tell her I wasn't because she still wouldn't believe me. My hesitation must have given me away.

"Well, you aren't the worst?" I tried my best to sugar-coat the fact. She sat in all of my meetings and knew my lying face. I am a horrible liar. It takes all I have not to burst into a big giggle fit. I sat up and was reaching for my pants when she beat me to them.

"Come on, honey. Just give me my pants back," I said and then tried to snatch them back with failure.

"No! This little thing we had going… it's over. You used me." She screamed.

"You will be fired if you don't give me my pants back!"

"Then fire away boss! I hate working here! I hate YOU!" She shouted back.

I stood there thinking if she was worth the extra effort just to fire her and find a better secretary. "YOU ARE FIRED!" This will be the last secretary I will sleep with! Boy, I think it's just too much to handle.

I was snapped out of my thoughts when she leaned over and slapped me across the cheek thinking it would hurt, but I barely felt it. Then she kicked me in my male bits and I was left curling up on the floor in the fetal position with tears in my eyes. That was the hardest blow my buddies have suffered through since college. I was a man…a tough man at that and I never cried.

I opened my eyes to find her out of my office with my baby blue button up long sleeve shirt wrapped around her with my pants over her arm. She looked back flipped me the bird.

I got up and slammed my office door shut and sat in my chair. I went commando today. Great! Just wonderful. She took my shirt and pants, the only clothing I wore to work today.

My phone rang. "Hello?!" The anger in my voice was apparent when Paige, from the front desk, asked quietly, "Mr. Cullen, I was just informed Jennifer quit. And we already have a young woman here asking for a job… Miss Bella Swan. Would you like to see her?"

I sighed, "Sure." After I hung up, I realized I had NO clothes! Man, this day was getting better and better. At least the perks of it all was that I didn't have to scrounge about the city looking for a woman for my new secretary position. It's not that I have something against men for secretaries, but a woman was more organized.

A knock on the door made me pause, for I was looking for something to cover myself with. I grabbed the closest thing nearby.

This will have to do

She opened the door and saw me covering myself with a smile that disappeared as soon as she noticed what I was doing. "Mr. Cullen? I'm the girl looking…. WHOA! Sorry, sorry, sorry. You have no idea how sorry I am! Please give a second chance!" She paused then looked at me holding the telephone and blushed the color of a rose. I stood there with excuses running through my mind. Should I tell her the woman who was my old secretary stole my clothes after giving me the worst session I had ever had? No, I played the old excuse.

"Sorry, I am just working out, ya know?" My face winced at how horrible the excuse sounded. I stopped and stared at the beautiful woman in her eyes, and saw that she had been through a lot. Her deep-brown eyes were filled with pain. I wanted to stop and caress every inch of her, but I was naked. How awkward would that be? Her dark brown hair had been curled and every strand was perfectly into place. However, the most attractive part was what she was donning. A low-cut dark blue top that hugged every curve of her perfect figure showed off her amazing pale complexion. She also wore, what I think is called a marker skirt? Jennifer always talked about her fashion, but I didn't really care at all, she was just an easy lay.

I stood there and undressed her with my eyes. I wanted every part of her mine. I slid her skirt off, and held onto her thighs. I pulled her top over her head and kissed down her throat and nibbled. I was snapped back into reality when "I" got pinched with the telephone. I stood there and wore a smile which was overpowered by the agonizing pain. She obviously noticed because she ran over to me and asked frantically "Are you alright? Did I do something?"

She did it alright.