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Thanks to my lovely boyfriend and my lovely beta for helping me with the chapter.

Love Game

Chapter 1: The game
EPOV

It was Thursday afternoon, and I was as usual sitting in the big, brown leather chair in the little office, with the dark wooden floor and white walls. I had been here every Thursday for the last two months. I didn't really need a shrink in my opinion, but my loving mother felt another way about it.

She was both furious and embarrassed by her son's escapes with an unknown number of girls and women. I had almost tried every type and age. I had standards though, and wouldn't touch a woman over forty, as I was only 18. But I went here to please my mother, Esme, who was a loving mother, but I thought she cared too much for me. She and her husband Carlisle were lovely parents, and I didn't blame them for what I had become. But I think Esme blamed herself for having a son like me. She had hoped these sessions with Mrs. Stanley would help me get a better look on females. She wanted me to treat them with respect, and not just use them as shiny new toys. In general, she hoped that I would be a better person towards other people – especially the female population.

I was young and I wanted to have fun. Sex was a part of my fun, and I enjoyed having control, being the guy that every other guy looked up to, even the schools most attractive guys, who made every girl swoon. Except for one; Rosalie, my stepsister. She was the daughter of Carlisle, and when he and Esme got married, they brought me and Rose together. I knew she thought I was attractive and handsome, but she had a fun time resisting her lust towards me. She was the one I really wanted but couldn't have. She was my stepsister for crying out loud, but she was so beautiful and flawless. I needed to have her. It hurt my self-esteem that I couldn't persuade her into having sex with me.

Of course our parents knew nothing about this, and even though they knew about me, they didn't know what Rose really was like. I was the only person who knew her for what she really was; A real bitch who used people and stepped on them just to make herself feel better, and to climb up the ladder of fame. But she was still the only girl I couldn't have, and that was why I desperately wanted her.

The first time I went to Mrs. Stanley's session I saw the gold framed photo on her desk. I immediately knew it was a photo of her daughter. The girl in the photo had the same smile and nose. She wasn't my taste, but that had never stopped me before. She was pretty enough, but that wasn't the reason why I quickly formed a plan in my head. I didn't like Mrs. Stanley, and I thought she overcharged the sessions, and she clearly didn't like me. And when my plan was accomplished she would hate me. That thought had excited me.

James, one of my best friends was the one who helped me track down Mrs. Stanley's daughter, Jessica, after that first session. He was good at finding people. I didn't know how he did it, but he just did, and after all it didn't really matter to me how.

It had been too easy for James to find her Jessica, she went to another school, and it was too easy for me to get her to sleep with me. But I didn't just sleep with her. I took photos of her which I had put on the internet the night before. She would be devastated, and her mother would be angry as hell, but this was the last session with her, because I knew she would refuse to see me after this - and I could live on in peace without these awful meetings.

"You are lucky. I have a friend who knows her." James handed me a little piece of paper.

I took it and looked at it. "These are the places she likes to hang out." James said.

"So what do I owe you for this?" I knew he wanted something in return.

"I'm a little short at the moment. I need some cash to pay the rent, you know."

It was almost always about money when it came to James. But it wasn't any problem. I came from a wealthy family where money wasn't an issue.

"I thought as much. That's why I took the liberty to transfer some money to your bank account." I said while I walked towards the door

"Always a pleasure doing business with you!" James yelled after me.

"Edward, you're not present. What is on your mind?" Mrs. Stanley interrupted my thoughts.

I had actually never been really present in these meetings, but she couldn't tell. I was too good an actor. While I told her a lot of lies about me trying to become a better man, and treat women and also men with respect, my thoughts had wandered off to some of my last conquers of girls. What a good shrink she was when she couldn't tell that I wasn't present, and that I didn't want to work on becoming a better person. I already saw myself as a good person. Even though I had broken a lot of hearts, I had also brought them pleasure with my expertise in sex.

With James' help I knew Jessica liked to shop, and some of her favorite shopping places were listed on the paper he gave me. James could easily have gotten her phone number, but to make it more fun and a little more difficult, he only gave me her favorite whereabouts.

I was lucky the very first day I entered one of the stores. I saw her almost immediately because I knew what to look for. I remembered her light brown hair with lots of curls.

I walked over to where she was standing with another girl looking at some dresses and cleared my throat. They looked up at me and both girls' eyes went wide. I always had that effect on girls.

"Excuse me, I didn't mean to disturb you." I gave them my dazzling smile and they both began giggling.

"You aren't disturbing. What can I help you with?" Jessica batted her eyelashes. She really thought she was sexy. She wasn't in my opinion.

"I'm out looking for clothes for my sister. You see, it's her birthday in a week and I want to give her something pretty, and she really loves clothes." Of course it wasn't Rose's birthday in a week, but I was really good at lying.

Jessica and her friend helped me find some hideous clothes, which I bought just to make it look trustworthy. They wouldn't know that it would soon after be lying in the bottom of a garbage bag.

Before I said goodbye to the girls, I asked for Jessica's phone number which she more than willingly gave me.

Apparently she was a virgin before me, so it took a little longer to get her to sleep with me. Usually it only took one to three dates, but with her, it took seven. She really thought that I was the one for her and that we were going to get married. But it wasn't the first time a girl had thought that. But at last I got what I wanted from her; Sex and nude pictures.

I had been looking forward to bring Mrs. Stanley down. I did it only to have fun, and to prove that no one could mess around with me.

"Edward!?" Her annoying voice disturbed me again.

I looked into her blue eyes, and inhaled sharply. "It's so hard to think that I couldn't live through a single day without thinking of having sex." I was the best liar, she ate it raw.

"I know," she sounded disgusted but continued with a soft voice. "You are better than that, you have to rise above it."

I felt like laughing but I kept my face serious and sincere. "You're a nice woman Mrs. Stanley, and I would love to photograph your legs sometime. You have flawless legs."

I let the bomb drop. The session was almost up, and I knew that Jessica would sooner or later call her mom and tell about the guy who said she had flawless legs. Mrs. Stanley looked at me in horror. I decided to play a little more.

"That was the old me," I said quickly, before I stood up and walked to her desk.

She sat looking after me in her chair that was right in front of the chair I had sat in.

"I'm so proud of you," she said quickly and followed me to the desk, which I was already sitting on.

"Is that your daughter?" I took up the framed photo of Jessica and pretended that I hadn't seen her before.

"Yes that's my beautiful daughter Jessica."

I let my index finger stroke the photo. "See that's the type of girl I should be with." I didn't mean it.

"She is out of your league, no offense." She took the picture out of my hands and placed it on the desk again. It took some restraint to keep from bursting out in laughter. Out of my league? As if.

"Take good care of yourself Edward." She let me to the door.

"Thank you for everything," I said while I walked out of the room for the last time.

When it closed after me I sighed in relief, and chuckled to myself. What I really meant was: Thank you for nothing.

The phone rang inside her office and I walked slowly to the stairs. I could only imagine what Jessica was telling her mother and I was sure she was crying. I reached the stairs when Mrs. Stanley came screaming out of her office. I spun around.

"You're going to pay for this, you bastard!" she yelled after me.

I gave her my crooked smile and ran down the stairs. I could hear her following me. I ran into a girl below the stairs. Mrs. Stanley was still screaming at me while she descended the stairs slowly.

"What's her problem?" the girl asked me.

"I don't know." I said and looked down at her legs. "God, you have flawless legs. Can I take you out for dinner?" I gave her my dazzling smile.

The girl giggled and nodded. I quickly took her hand and we walked out of the building while the crazy shrink Mrs. Stanley yelled after me.

After dinner with the girl, whose name apparently was Clarissa, she had invited me home. Right after we were finished I had left her apartment to go home. But I stopped at a James' place first.

"Edward, my man!" James let me into his apartment.

I sat down in his couch. "I'm not disturbing am I?" I could be polite if I really wanted to.

"No man. Victoria just left." He sat down next to me and began smoking. "I have seen the pictures of that girl Jessica. Awesome!" He tried to give me a high five, but I just left him hanging. James shrugged.

"It was fun while it lasted." I said nonchalantly.

"You won the game again. Be proud." James said.

James knew all about my little games. He often helped me to get information about the girls, and he often betted me if he thought I couldn't get the girl. So far I had always won.

I stood up and began pacing the room. "It's just so boring. I want competition. I want a harder and more provocative game. These girls are too easy." I let my hand go through my hair.

"Well you think you can have any girl, right?" James looked like he had something on his mind.

"I can have what I want." I said simply.

"I can smell a game." He inhaled sharply, pretending he could smell something. I raised my eyebrow at him.

"Have you heard about a new girl starting in school?" I shook my head.

"Her name is Isabella Swan, she is seventeen and is the daughter of non other than the chief of police. Chief Swan." James paused while he smoked on his cigarette. "She starts on Monday."

I crossed my arms. "And?" I knew there was more. In the back of my mind it irritated me a little that I hadn't heard a single word about this new addition to our school. I used to know everything that happened at that boring place.

"I have a friend who knows her. The girl is apparently a saint. She has a boyfriend but she won't have sex until marriage, and her boyfriend Jacob understands."

I began laughing. "Ha, he must be gay," I snorted.

"Or an understanding and loving boyfriend," James rolled his eyes.

I thought about what it could do to my reputation if I slept with the chief of police's daughter who was a virgin. Everyone would think I could do anything. In my opinion, I could. If I could lure the chief's virgin daughter into my bed, I would no longer be the prince of the school, I would be the king. Everyone would remember my name. My name would be like forever imprinted in the school's history. I would become a legend.

Another game for me was planning in my head. No matter what, I was going to sleep with Isabella Swan. I loved the thought of this new game. I hoped that it was going to be a challenge. All the other girls were too easy to jump into bed with. Just a little smooth talk, my crooked smile and then they were dazzled. But I was sick and tired of sleeping with these girls, they were too easy. I actually felt like my IQ was dropping because of all the stupid girls I had slept with. I needed a challenge. A challenge like the chief of police's virgin daughter.

It was going to be the most exciting and maybe challenging game ever. It was games like this that made me feel truly alive. I lived for these games, they were my life. This was the life of the famous Edward Cullen, this was the life of me.