Summary: Rosalie just wants to make it to the top. Sure, that may involve sleeping with some men along the way, even some not so single, but as long as she gets what she wants, it doesn't matter right? Even though Emmett lives in a small house and works managing a stable, life is good, and simple. What else could he possibly need?
Prologue:
I carefully pried his sweaty arm off of me, and slowly untangled myself from the messy sheets. I rolled my eyes at his naked back before making my way across the room toward my old clothes from the night before and the extra dress I brought, Rosalie Hale does not do the walk of shame. I scooped them up quickly, dark wood floor cold on my feet so early in the morning. I couldn't wait to get home and take a shower, he was fat and hairy and any other vile words I could come up with. You'd think when someone's so repulsive they'd make up with by being amazing in bed, but no, I didn't even get off, he barely lasted a few minutes.
Stepping into the bathroom I pulled the door closed firmly behind me, before turning on the light. I had no intention of him waking up before I left. I couldn't let him get too greedy; after all I still had to make him work for it, I knew for a fact once he thought he supposedly 'had me' his interest would fade fast, and I couldn't let that happen.
Holding the shimmery black dress out I stepped into it before shimmying it up my body sans underwear. I didn't see a need for them when I was making my outfit selection, they'd be coming off anyway. I adjusted the dress near the top, thankful they were big enough to hold up the strapless dress. It really pissed me off half the men I fucked thought they were fake, please, I was born with all the assets I had, no knife or implant could replicate me. Was I vain? Yes. Arrogant? Yes. Apparently I was considered a bitch because I knew how beautiful I was and didn't deny it. It wasn't my fault two ugly fucks decided to have sex and procreate and some girls turned out hideous. A little makeup goes a long way, even for the ugly girls.
I leaned forward, reapplying my bright red lipstick in the mirror, using my pinkie to wipe away a slight smear on the edge of my lip. I smiled into the mirror when I was down and finger combed my hair, letting the blonde strands fall over one shoulder. Satisfied, I flicked the light off and thrust my purse onto my shoulder and stepped out the bathroom, silver pumps dangling from my fingers, I'd wait to put them on till I was outside, the guy was such a womanizer he'd recognize the clacking of heels from another room.
I pushed open the bedroom door and paused briefly in the hall looking at the brunette woman in the wedding photo. Her smile was huge, looking the best she ever would in her life. I traced the edge of the frame, feeling the raised areas under the pad of my finger as I eyed the woman. Too bad her husband was fucking me every time she went out of town. The giant rocks in my ear pushed out any guilt I would have felt for sleeping with a married man. Actually, I thought dropping my hand and heading for the door, guilt never even came up in my thoughts. It wasn't my fault she couldn't keep her husband's attention so his eyes wouldn't wander.
I pulled out my phone, scrolling through the contacts as I shut the door behind me. The names of men were endless of who would give me money or jewels in return for a few nights of fucking, but I went straight to one. My boss. His wife was visiting her grandmother in a few weeks. After all, jewels and money could only get me so much, if I got the promotion I'd been desperately seeking for the past two years I wouldn't need the men anymore anyway. Yeah, I'd probably have to fuck my boss till he was shriveled up and dead, but I was fine with that, as long as it got me what I wanted.
Author's Note: First Twilight fanfic, and this idea would not leave me. :) But, here's the prologue, and I know Rosalie is a bit egotistical right now, but that's the point. She'll eventually get better. With the help of Emmett of course. First chapter will be up soon, let me know what you think!
