PART ONE
Chapter One- The Meeting
Before
The cool brisk air hits my face as I run to catch the 6 o'clock bus; tripping on my bags I hit the ground hard scraping my knees on the ground. Great. My first night at my new job in the bar and I look like shit. Rose is going to kill me. Speaking of the devil my phone starts to blare the black eyed peas 'good night'; Rose's personalised call tone, I'm just praying that it actually turns out to be a good night, or at least okay-ish.
"Please tell me you are nearly here?!" Rose yells.
"Erm..."
"Bella, I swear to God if you are late tonight after I BEGGED Emmet to give you this job-"
"Yeah, yeah I know you will no longer be my best friend, and will curse my soul to the fiery pits of hell, blah, blah, blah."
"Yes, well. You better not forget it either!" Huffs Rose. I can practically visualise her flipping her long blonde locks over her shoulder, the way she always does when she's flustered. Rose is absolutely gorgeous, a genuine knockout. The type of girl that is perfect at everything, not only is she a blonde goddess with a killer body, she's also highly intelligent, good at sports, singing, art, acting and literally everything else known to mankind. She is the type of woman that leaves men begging and desperate for more, and the kind of girl every other woman loves to hate. Heck! I'd probably hate her myself if she wasn't also one of the most kind, loyal and fiercely protective people I have ever met. We became instant best friends when Rose's family moved from the South up to Manchester, forcing her to move schools at the awkward age of 13. Rose strolled into class one Monday morning and every boy was left open mouthed, Jessica the 'Queen Bee' at the time crazed with jealousy dubbed Rose a 'stuck-up southern snob', and had everyone hating her in no time, leaving her outcast and alone. I found her crying in the toilets one morning, asked her to sit with me at dinner, and the rest as they say is history.
"Right Rose, I can see my bus coming up the street I've gotta run-"
"YOU'RE NOT EVEN ON THE BUS YET?!"
"Er, yeah of course I am. Oh no! I'm going through a tunnel-"
"BEL-"
Quickly pressing end call, I take a sigh of relief. I'll pay for that later but at this moment in time I couldn't care less. Racing to the bus stop, I make it in time to just see the bus turning the corner at the end of the street. As if my day couldn't get any worse, a growl of thunder erupts the night sky, leaving me stuck in the middle of a downpour. Without an umbrella.
Gasping for breath, and looking like a drowned rat I make it to the bar at exactly 7.16pm only 16 minutes late, a huge accomplishment if I do say so myself. The bar is already starting to fill up as I arrive; it's divided into two separate areas. The right side is a sophisticated lounge area with leather booths and dimmed lighting, whereas the left side is a large dance floor with standing tables encasing it. The whole bar gives off a chilled, calming atmosphere. Moving through the room, I quickly scan for Rose hoping she's not too pissed at me. Just as I spot a blonde head ducking below the bar, I collide with a chest, an extremely muscular and very manly chest. Gazing up, my eyes meet the most perfect emerald eyes; I could almost melt into them. Attached to those swoons worthy eyes is what can only be described as male perfection. Chiselled jaw, straight nose, strong cheekbones, crooked smile and a tousle of bronze hair each feature complementing each other to create an impressive specimen of male beauty.
"Shit! Oh my God, I am so sorry! I'm so clumsy; sometimes I think I should come with a warning. Warning! Warning! Worlds clumsiest woman Isabella Swan coming through!" Suddenly realising that I'm rambling I try to rein it in before this gorgeous man thinks I'm a crazy bat lady. "Yeah so anyway, I'm sorry again, but I better get going before I'm sacked on my first night. Apparently the boss has a stick up his arse so better be off, see you later Mister!" Turning around I'm about to rush off but when a voice smooth as velvet stops me in my tracks, "So you're Bella then?" It's him, green eyes.
"How do you know my name?"
"You just told me?" he asks, smile smug.
"No, I mean how did you know I'm Bella, not Isabella?" Just as he's about to answer, Rose comes bounding over.
"Bells! You made it! I see you've met Mr Cullen already. Mr Cullen this is my friend Bella I told you about, Bella this is my boss, well our boss now, Mr Cullen."
Oh Shit.
A/N: Sorry if this seems like a bit of a mess, it's my first piece so please be gentle! The idea jumped out at me late last night and I ended up writing the first chapter and planning the rest! Let me know if you think it's any good and would like to read anymore :)
