Hey guys! This is my new Fan fiction 'Wild child'. The summary out there really sucks so here's a better one.

Edward is a well respected and important lawyer. Bella is a hard partier who has no idea of what she wants out of life. What happens when one day, after a long tiresome day at work, Edward comes home to an unconscious Bella on his door step? What happens when he agrees to let her stay with him? Will Edward make Bella see what life is really all about and bring her down from the high she is on or will Bella loosen his chains a little bit? A little bit like pretty woman. ExB, OOC, AU, AH.

Song: Leave (Get Out), JoJo


Bella P.O.V

Ring... ring... ring...

I groaned and rolled over in my bed blindly feeling around for the phone.

"Mh-llo?" I managed to say.

"Bella! What the hell are you still doing in bed at four in the afternoon?" I heard Rose yell at the other end.

"Ow, too loud. Could' ya turn it down a bit? I had a late night last night," I said as I sat up, avoiding knocking Tyler as I did.

"Well, get your sorry ass up! We're going clubbing tonight! You, me, Lauren, and if you want, Tyler!" I just went last night, but eh! What the hell? I was always up for a little dancing.

"Okay rose, I'll meet you there at eleven." I hung up the phone and rolled back into bed, cuddling up against Tyler. He groaned and rolled over. I rolled my eyes knowing there was only one way to get him up.

"Tyler, Come on wake up, baby. I'll give you a little treat if you do," I called seductively. I felt his hand move along my thigh and up my shirt.

"Promise?" he called childishly after roughly grabbing one of my breasts.

"Promise."

With that he shot up and rolled over on top of me, stealing a lust filled kiss. He moved down to my neck and began his routine of sucking and nipping at the flesh there.

"Tyler?" I asked breathlessly

"Mmmm?"

"We're going out tonight. Club Twilight at eleven. You coming?" I felt him hook his finger around my shorts and roughly rip them of my body.

"No can do," he murmured. "Got plans tonight." I sighed pushing him off and got up, grabbing my shorts as I did.

"Babe, where you going?" He groggily called out, still hung-over from last night. I don't know how he managed to still think about sex while having a pounding head ache.

"Well, if you're not coming, then you don't need to get up then," I answered, swerving my way into the closet.

"But I want you," he whined from the bed as I pulled out my clothes for tonight.

"We all want and need things Tyler, but sometimes we just can't get them." I grabbed a pair of lacy panties with a matching bra and rushed into the bathroom with the rest of my clothes, locking the door to make sure I wouldn't be disturbed. I climbed into the shower and washed away last night's grime and filth while enjoying the heat on my skin.

After the water turned somewhat cold, I stepped out of the shower feeling fresh, knowing I would just end up dirty again.

I pulled my clothes on and examined myself in the mirror. I had a shot black and white skirt on that barely covered my butt and a black top showing as much cleavage as I had while being held up by two straps of gold rope. (Pic on profile). I blow dried my hair and loosely curled it. I placed my black shiny beret on and laced up my knee high black, platform stiletto boots. (Pic on profile). I did my eyes a smoky black and my lips a pink gloss. I layered my cheeks with red blush and grabbed a black purse on my way out.

"I'm using the car, so tough luck. Don't wait up for me, I'll be out late," I yelled on my way out. I heard him grunt and I shut the door. I ran down to the old mercury parked in the slot for room 107 and revved the engine.

I made it to the club in ten minutes, making me ten minutes early. I decided to talk to my good friend Emmet the bouncer, also Rose's fiancé, for a few minutes.

"Hey Emmet. Guess you're here early huh? What time do you get off?" I asked conversationally.

"Hey, Bells. Oh, around twelve-One, somewhere 'round there," he answered.

We talked for a while before I heard a low whistle. I turned around unsurprised. Rose was unbelievably gorgeous; making every model envy her perfection. I rolled my eyes at the on lookers. They stared at her like she was some tourist attraction. Lucky Emmet was there.

"Hey, babe." The two embraced in a kiss before her attention fell on me.

"Hey, Bella! Lauren couldn't make it, said she was busy. But that's okay! We can have fun on our own! Ready to get down and dirty?" she asked, wiggling her eyebrows up and down. I laughed and stepped inside. The club was packed and the music was blaring. I spotted an open seat and I led Rose to it.

"So, do you wanna dance now, or later?" I yelled over the music, eagerly eyeing the dance floor with its moving lights and smoke.

She laughed and mimed, "go," for I couldn't hear her. I jumped up and made my way to the centre of the floor. I moved my hips in time to the beat, swaying my head as I did so. I threw my hands up in the air, earning a whistle or two. I felt Rose come and join me, so we turned around and started dancing with each other, her behind and me in front.

"Work it baby!" We heard some loud on-looker yell. I stopped and looked around for the source of the sound. Spotting a tall, some-what built guy with shaggy brown hair in the back corner looking at me, I carefully walked my way over to the man. I worked my hips to sway to make me look somewhat sexy.

"Do you like what you see?" I purred. I saw him nod eagerly, and then I motioned with my index finger for him to come and join me. As soon as we were on the dance floor, I felt him grind into me. I moved with the stranger with Rose close by.

As the night went on we got more calls and more dances, earning envious glares from other girls that looked on. I looked at the watch that was on my hand One-thirty. I sighed and pulled Rose over to a safe spot, away from most of the crowd.

"Rose, I gotta get going. I can't be late tomorrow, I have that job interview." She sighed and looked at the clock.

"Can't you just stay for a little while longer?" she whined. I smiled at the fact that I was her favourite company and shook my head

"Sorry, I can't. I'll meet up with you later though." She puckered her lips and crossed her arms in front, giving her a sulky five-year-old look. I laughed and apologized.

"Fine. But you're coming here again tomorrow. Understood?" she persisted. I smiled and hugged her goodbye.

"Promise."

I swerved my way out of the club, narrowly avoiding the drunks and perverted people, in an attempt to get to the door.

Once free of the lights and music, I jumped into the old mercury and drove away to the flat. It wasn't fancy and done up, but it was a roof over my head and that was enough. Sure, the hot water only lasted for ten minutes and there was a leak in the roof so you had to place a bucket under to catch the water, oh, and there was that crack in the window, but hey! If it beats living on the streets then why not?

I pulled up to the flat and bounded up the stairs (no elevators), and pulled my key out of my purse. Before I got to the door I heard a moan, followed by a grunt.

Ew, Loud much? I walked down the hall and noticed the moans were getting louder. In fact, as I reached the door, the noises were so loud it was if it were on the other side... Wait WHAT!?

I crashed the door open, raced to the bedroom.

"Uuuuh, Tyler.... Yes.... Oh god!"

I threw the door open to the most disgusting sight.

There, on the bed, was a very topless Lauren and naked Tyler. She was straddling his lap and bent down to his chest. As soon as they noticed me, their eyes flew open in shock. Lauren scrambled to her shirt but tripped on the way.

"What the hell is this!?" I demanded, gesturing to the scene in front of me. "I go out for three hours and you can't find any other way to occupy yourself? This is ridiculous Tyler! What the hell were you thinking? What, you didn't get it straight away so you go and cheat on me? Or has this been going on longer than I know? You Asshole Tyler!"

"Bella... Baby, I can explain!" Tyler begged.

"Save it for someone who cares!" I walked forward and let my hand strike his cheek. I ignored the tears that were now spilling over and moved to Lauren, trembling and biting down on my lips to prevent me from doing something I really regretted. She was shaking in fear, probably thought I was going to hit her to.

"Congratulations, Lauren. He's yours."

I grabbed a suitcase and started shovelling in clothes and toiletries.

"Aw, Baby, come on! Don't be like that babe. If you come back I'll give you a treat," he tried to persuade. I snorted and threw my hair brush at him. It hit him square in the face and I turned around so I couldn't see the damage. I knew it was bad since it was followed by a string of profanities.

I zipped up the bag and slipped a coat on.

"Screw you Tyler."

With that I set out on the streets, having no home, no car and no food. Man I was screwed. Why didn't I just make the backstabber leave? Oh yeah, because I'm an idiot. Doesn't matter though, why would I want something that he used anyway? I kept walking until I came to an unfamiliar part of Seattle. I sat down at the side of some huge gate and took out my IPod. I looked at the time. Two-fifteen.

The drinks I had earlier on were starting to kick in full effect. Everything became hazy and moved in strange ways. Before I knew it the darkness engulfed me.

Edward's P.O.V

I raked my hands through my hair in frustration. The case was really getting to me. I had been sitting at my desk for two hours without so much as moving and I still had gotten nothing done. It was a simple case, two people wanting a divorce. Easy. But that wasn't the aggravating part. It was deciding who got what. Both had no rights for anything. There had been no crimes committed, no fighting involved and no cheating. It was as if they simply just decided that they all of a sudden wanted separate lives. Who got the kids? Who got the house, the money? I groaned in irritation because usually, this was simple. But so far, my day had been anything but simple, probably the worst day this year.

I glanced at the clock that read Two-thirty and abruptly stood up out of my chair, sending it flying into the wall. I grabbed my briefcase and marched out of my small, claustrophobic office.

"Have a good Evening sir!" called my way to enthusiastic receptionist, Jessica.... I wonder what she was still doing here at this time at night. I realised what she had said to me and quietly snorted. Huh! I internally laughed at the idea of my night becoming any better. Well, at least it couldn't get any worse. I waved briefly and half ran to the elevators, wanting nothing more than to just get home.

I raced down to the employees parking slots and jumped into my baby, my 2008 Lamborghini Gallardo LP560-4 Coupe. (Pic on profile). She was sleek, black, and absolutely gorgeous; I marvelled her beauty for a moment's time before reversing and racing down the narrowed streets of Seattle.

I had lived here for about five years now, successfully making it as the most coveted lawyer in the whole of the Olympic Peninsula. I owned a multimillion dollar house, beautiful cars, butlers, chefs and maids as well as being respected and highly thought of. Ever since I was little I had wanted to be a lawyer. I also dreamed of the perfect life: A good and well mannered wife, three beautiful children and perhaps a dog. But no, I was all alone in my four storied mansion. But I was perfectly happy. I guess you just don't get everything you want

As I slowed down at the red traffic light, I heard a dull, pulsing beat. I glanced out the window and rolled my eyes. It was a night club, where insignificant, unimportant, and careless people went. I don't know what was so appealing about them. Only people who didn't have anything better or useful to do go there to waste themselves away with inappropriate dancing and drinking. I had gone once, unwillingly as a celebration for turning twenty-one. It was horrible. The air was so thick with smoke and alcohol that you could hardly breathe. The smell burned your nose and you could hardly hear a thing. When I finally got out of that retched place all I could hear the whole ride home was a dull buzzing noise in the back of my ears as a result of the music being too loud.

The light turned green and I floored it the rest of the way home. I pulled up to my multimillion dollar house and speeded through the gates up to the driveway. I parked it next to my other beloved, my precious silver Volvo and skipped the stairs two at a time to my front door.

"Welcome home, sir," greeted my butler, Michael, or Mike for convenience. I waved him off as I stomped through the foyer, headed for the giant staircase. As I was about to ascend up the stairs, Mike started to stammer.

"Ah, sir? There is, umm, something I must... Uh... tell you." I stopped and swivelled back to Mike impatiently. I raised my eyebrows as a gesture for him to continue. He looked around nervously before continuing.

"A young lady was passing through the streets when she fainted, outside your gates. Security brought her in, not knowing what to do with her." I froze.

What? Why on earth would they do that? Why not just take her to the hospital? I groaned; I didn't have time for this. Like I said, I already had a tough day.

"Where is she?" I demanded, not bothering to hide my annoyance.

"In the guest room on the fourth floor, second to the left, sir." I grumbled the whole way to the guestroom and opened the door without hesitation. There, lying down on the bed was a girl, dressed in skimpy clothes showing an impressive amount of cleavage and legs with knee-high stiletto boots. Her pale face was adorned with cosmetics; her eyelids layered with a dark thick black, her lips a full glossy pink and her cheeks stained red. Her mahogany hair was in a careful disarray of curls. I was beyond furious. They had let a hooker into my house?

Growling in irritation I called Mike to my side and as soon as he entered the room snapped my command.

"I want her OUT of here as soon as she wakes up, got it?" He nodded friskily and glanced at the girl, eyes glazing over. I should have known. He let her in because she was a 'sight' to see. Only to those as perverted as Mike.

I stormed back out the door and into my room, making sure I repeated my instructions to the security on my way. I didn't have time to deal with this.

After I showered, I climbed into my bed trying to sleep and escape all of the problems just for a few hours.

After what seemed like minutes, I was woken up by a loud banging noise coming from downstairs. Grabbing a shirt, I crept down to the source of the noise. As soon as I hit the bottom level, the sound became more distinct

I turned the corner of the kitchen and screamed in shock

"AAH!"

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