Disclaimer: I do NOT own any of the characters, Stephenie Meyer created them, I just play with them.

Love. Every time I slept next to my man, entwined in his powerful arms, I reluctantly pondered the idea. My entire life, I was shown that love is a fluke in nature, a regrettable emotion to catch. A disease.

My experiences in life with love were always a warning to me. My mother, a very loose "fun loving" woman (also known as a whore), was never the type to settle down with a family. She enjoyed having a flavor of the month, picking up a man and fucking him until she couldn't stand him. That's how Jasper and I were made. Dad had money. Mom wanted money. Mom fucked Dad for a month, he bought her all the shit she wanted in exchange for a fuck. Mom never expected her IUD to fail. I've only met her a few times, but she disgusts me. Why live your life fucking any man for what you need that month?

Dad raised Jazz and I. He was a powerful man, he worked hard for what he got, and he never let Jazz or I forget it. Dad never married. He never had a girlfriend, I don't think. Some skanky looking girls would sometimes come over, but dad would make sure we wouldn't bug him during that time. I always knew what was going on, but Jazz was a slow learner.

I never had any other family other than Jazz and Dad. Dad hated his parents and was an only child. Our house rarely contained anyone other than my father, brother and myself. My father would hire the occasional cleaning lady, but I hated them. They were always so happy, and always talked to me about their families. Didn't those bitches know that happy families never exist?

Emmett stirred in his sleep, whispered my name and pulled me closer. His bed wasn't as soft as mine, but no one was ever at his house when we needed our time. He told me every time we spoke how much he loved me. How beautiful I was. It was bullshit if you ask me, just another way for him to get in my pants… But shit, it worked.

He slowly opened his eyes and a shit eating grin flowed across his face.

"Afternoon, gorgeous." He lifted his hand to touch my cheek. I tried to pull away, and his grin lost its radiance.

"Rose, baby, why do you do that? You know I lo-" He sounded so childish.

"Because, Emmett. No time for your post-coital affection."

I got up off his bed and started picking up my clothes spread around his room. I should just bring fresh clothes over and put them in his dresser. I always hated picking up the clothes he tore off me before our midday "sexsion".

"Rosie, just relax. Your dad never gets back on time, come back here." He tried to reach for me as I walked past his bed.

I didn't deserve Emmett. He was always the high spirited class clown. Everyone loved to be around him. His smile was a permanent fixture on his face. I had given up on even faking smiles anymore.

"Emmett, I enjoy our time, but you know I have to be home." I leaned in to kiss him. I'll never get over how luscious his kisses were. His lips always sent electricity into mine. My breathing picked up, and he sensed it, pulling me into his side with one arm, using the other to prop himself up. I couldn't help but to wind my fingers into his black curls and force him harder against my lips. Between gasps, his name escaped my lips. I could feel his lips curl into his gleaming smile. He tried to pull me onto his lap.

"Emmett, I have to go. You want me to walk the entire way, or are you going to drive me?" I stuck out my bottom lip in a sexy pout I knew he wouldn't deny, grabbed his keys and threw them at him. He'd never let me walk…

"Dammit, Rose. You always do that shit." As he got out of the bed his muscles rippled. I leaned against the closed door and watched him. He was still the most beautiful man I'd ever met. He turned away from me to put on his pants. He knew his ass was my favorite part of him, and I couldn't help but watch it.

He started looking around for his shirt. "I have it, Em." He reached for it as I walked over to him, and a smile crossed my face as I pulled it back.

"Rosalie, either you give it to me or I'll take it. Either way, I know what you want and you're not getting it."

Emmett knew what I wanted to hear from him, the way he said it, how it left his mouth, how it made his dimples mysteriously appear.

"Baby, please? You know I, uh… enjoy it…" I leaned to his chest and cupped his butt in my free hand.

"No, Rosalie. Give me my shirt." He tried to reach for it, but I grabbed his hand. I pulled his hand to press him into me, passion overwhelmed him and he leaned in to kiss me.

I pushed up on the balls of my feet to get better access. Our lips connected, passion radiating from his kiss. My tongue slipped between our lips. It was his favorite part of my body.

I leaned further into him, his breath stuttered, and I knew it was the right time. I licked his lower lip, and pulled away. He stared at me, his brow furrowed.

"Fuck, babe. That's unfair." I turned away from him to put on my shirt and fix my hair. Looking over my shoulder as I walked away, I could see him watching me with craving in his eyes.

"Thank you, Mr. McCarty. That's what I wanted to hear, it doesn't have to be so difficult. You know what it does to me. Go start the car. I'll be down in five minutes."

As he left the room, I faced the mirror. People thought of me as Rosalie the beautiful bitch. It's true. I was a bitch. But I couldn't see the beauty everyone else saw. I fluffed my hair, glad as hell that I did it before I went to Emmett's. I reapplied my lipstick and did one final check. The mirror was my worst enemy, always taunting me, telling me to be what everyone else expected. I didn't think I was beautiful, but if people wanted to give me that label, then I might as well make them feel like shit and live up to it.

I blew a kiss at my reflection, looking into my eyes, and blurted out the first thing that came to my mind.

"Hale, you're such a bitch. I fucking love it." And walked out of the bedroom door, towards my man in his fucking amazing jeep.