Edward Anthony Cullen. The dangerously sexy asshole leader of The Four Bears, a rather large gang in New York, CEO to his fathers company and is also, unfortunately, my boss.

I suppose most would say we had a bit of history. I lost my virginity to him when I was fifteen, though he wasn't all that sexy, dangerous or assholeish at seventeen. But he had this smirk that made my knees weak and a smile I would have fallen in love with if given the chance.

We were only together for that one summer though. A summer that he was just Anthony and I was Isabella, it was a summer before I knew who he was. Those few months I only knew him as a goofy seventeen year old who's biggest fear was becoming his father. It's a shame really, that that was exactly what he did.

Maybe to say that would be a bit unfair. I didn't really know him well as the ruthless bussiness man he is now. Nor am I use to the hardened look in his eyes as he looks at me while I lean agaist his desk. It's a look that is so much like the forever disappointed look his fathers eyes always seem to hold.

I guess having only been his personal assistant for three months now, we haven't been really reacquainted for long enough to determine just how much like his father he was. Even if we only lasted a few minutes into the interview before he fucked me on his desk or that after we were done he asked me to marry him. Apparently sexual compatibility doesn't fade even after seven years, nor does insanity. The former of which he had in spades, if he thought that I wanted to marry him after spending an half and hour in his presence.

I fold my arms across my chest as he looks me over. "Did you need something, Mr. Cullen?"

"I don't like sharing what's mine." His voice was low, casual even as he leaned back in his chair. I rolled my eyes and examined the guy I had noticed upon entering Edward's office for the first time.

He was tied to a chair in the corner ontop of what looked like a plastic sheet, he had duct tape over his mouth to prevent him from speaking and looked like someone had used his face as a punching bag, so it took me a moment to realise who it was.

"Felix?" I questioned. It was answered by Edward slamming his hand on his desk.

"Don't say his name again, Isabella. Or I'll put a bullet through his head." Edward's threat wasn't well received as I just rolled my eyes at him.

"Aren't you going to do that anyway?" Felix struggled in his restraints, mumbling under the duct tape over his mouth.

Edward on the other hand just ignored my comment. "Did you think I wouldn't find out?" He asked angrily. "That I wouldn't be told that you went on a date with this asshole." He shot up from his chair and raised a hand to my throat, his grip loose enough that I don't feel the need to take the gun out from where I knew it was tucked under some papers on his desk, but strong enough that my breathing becomes shallow in response.

"You're information is a bit dodgy. We grabbed a slice of pizza after work. I wouldn't call it a date." His grip tightened only slightly and I wrapped my hand around his wrist, the other gripping the edge of the desk.

"And the kiss?" His voice was low and his eyes shot to my lips as he lifted his other hand to run his thumb over them.

"He kissed me, I punched him in the face. It was a gratifying experience for us both, albeit not at the same time." His hand loosed and his fingers barely brushed my jaw as I released his wrist to hold the edge of the desk with both hands and lift onto my toes to slide ontop of the desk insead. My lips barely graze his as I raise myself up. I used one of my hands to keep mydelf steady and my other to reach behind me for the gun. It only took a moment to turn the safty off and release a bullet, my wrist protesting against the force. It met its target in seconds, embedding deep within his brain.

My eyes stayed locked with Edward's the whole time and there is almost perfect silence before he pulls my lips roughly to his, an almost animalistic sound escaping his chest. I push him away after a moment spent enjoying his kiss and the way his hands feel on my thighs and point the gun at him, right in the middle of his forehead and hold it steady, dispite the pain in my wrist.

"You ever put your hands on me again in a way I don't want, the next bullet I release will be into that pretty little head of yours." He only smirked in reply making my finger twitch in irritation on the trigger.

"I knew there was a reason I loved you."