AUTHOR NOTE:

A Working Title is the first story I have ever published in a public arena. I started reading Fan Fiction five years ago. I have read hundreds of stories published on this site. I would like to take this moment to thank all the authors who bravely post their stories for us. I have truly enjoyed stories of all genres and posting a story can be such a personal journey. Authors, you have inspired me to write and be brave enough to post the following story. I know that the subject matter may not be for everyone so please read the warning before proceeding.

WARNING:

This story may contain content that could offend readers. Story will surround storylines involving acts of dominance such as domestic discipline. This story will not contain BDSM. This story has will have spanking themes in later chapters. The following story will use mature language This story has already been written and will contain character death in future follow ups. Lemons will not occur right away and not in every chapter this isn't Fifty Shades of fun. Please do not read this story if you think you may be offended by the discussed themes.

Story is mine; the characters are borrowed from Stephenie Meyer

CHAPTER ONE

I had been asked to write my memoir many times before. A great deal of people have offered me a great deal of money in the past for it; not that I blame them I have lived a fairly interesting life. I love my husband and it wasn't till after he passed that I could begin to think about spilling the dirty details of our life together. Many may think it is an insult to his memory, but even though I plan on giving you a very personal insight, I still believe that this will not have been an insult but a tribute of the love we shared for over fifty years. I have changed the names of the people in this story providing what little protection I can to my extended family and friends; however I'm sure that it won't take a genius to put all the puzzle pieces together. Hollywood is full of characters and we just happened to play a few of them.

My name is, well for the purpose of this story, Bella Swan. Just a short time ago I was a nobody, a nobody who became a somebody. My story or should I say my life feels like it all began with a man who for the sake of this story shall be called Edward Cullen.

I was just finishing up college, and within six short months I would have bachelors in Film & Television. My last requirement before I was to acquire my degree was to obtain an internship in my field. I was excited and scared, I knew that I was so close to begin the quest to making my dream come true, but was terrified at the same time. I have always wanted to work in the film world; writing, directing, producing was all I could imagine. The school I went to didn't exactly have a reputation for the area I wanted to work in, it wasn't USC or UCLA where all you have to do is show up and one of the many prestigious alumni would jump at a chance to sponsor you. I knew I was going to have to work my ass off to make myself stand out. My dream would have been to work for Warner Bros. but I decided that maybe finding a smaller production company on the Warner lot could suffice for now.

To this day I say it must have been fate that the production company owned and run by one Edward Cullen decided that this was the year they were going to accept interns. E=MC2 was a company that Academy Award winning director, Emmett McCarty had begun with his best friend Edward Cullen. Edward Cullen! Sexiest Man Alive Edward Cullen, whether he was romancing you with his Smile in the rom com A Beautiful Day, impressing you with his rock hard abs in the prison drama My Last Breath, he managed to make women of all ages sigh. The only thing funny about Edward was that he had yet to settle down with a wife. Normally that wouldn't be all that strange but in Hollywood you were expected to be on your third marriage by 35 and Edward was just pushing 40. He was constantly seen with beautiful women, some even managed to stay around for a time, but it was inevitable that eventually they would move on, with his publicist stating, "They will continue to remain good friends" (insert eye roll)

But I digress; I had arrived at E=MC2 with plenty of time to spare for my interview. I met with a girl by the name of Angel well at least that's what I called her, since she took pity on my pitiful resume and decided to give me the chance of a lifetime. Angel was so swamped with work she really didn't even give me an interview she just shook my hand walked me into my little cubicle and handed me a mountain of paperwork to file. I didn't care, she could have handed me a dump truck of paperwork and I would have filed every bit of it with a smile on my face. I, Bella Swan had managed to secure an internship on the Warner Bros. lot. I used to spend every lunch break I had just walking around trying to steal peaks into different studios, envious and thinking of the day I could be on set.

It was about a week later when I saw Emmett McCarty for the first time. He came barreling into the bungalow talking loudly on his cell phone; he went into his office and turned on the television.

"That's bullshit! You need to get your pasty mom jean wearing ass back to LA!"

I froze at my desk, shrinking into the cube. I couldn't tell just who Mr. McCarty was mad at but I was never more thankful for my ability to blend in with my surroundings.

Mr. McCarty began pacing in his office, holding bag of Doritos, gnawing at the chips like they were responsible for his misplaced anger.

"Bro, just get over it already, I need you here for the preproduction. You do realize we begin filming in September?"

Angel popped by my desk at that moment handing me a couple of scripts.

"Well don't you just looks like a frighten kitty" she chided me as she perched herself upon my desk. "Don't worry honey, he's not really mad, he always talks like this when it's Edward."

Mr. McCarty threw his phone onto his couch and stomped his foot so hard the whole office seemed to shake.

"Well it seems like even grown men are not above tantrums." I can't believe I just said that! Hand meet forehead.

Angel stared at me a couple of seconds and then busted out laughing. Mr. McCarty came out of his office just as my not so Angel ratted me out.

"Oh my god! Bella so just called you out on your tantrum, Emmett."

"Bella?" Mr. McCarty's brow furrowed. I have to say he actually looked kinda cute when he was confused.

"Yeah Bella…Bella Swan…the new intern."

Silence.

Angel smacked him in the arm, "Remember you said I could hire an intern to help with the overload of work since you and Edward seem to think that this place runs itself all on your pretty little looks." She rolled her eyes.

I still sat in silence, I probably failed to mention this but something weird happens when I meet celebrities. Actually it's not as weird as I have learned from my own personal experiences. Most people, mainly girls have one of two reactions when meeting a celebrity, they either A, Squeal like a farm animal and their voice raises a couple octaves, toss in a dose of mild hyperventilation. Or B, they shut down and although their minds are working a mile a minute they lose all ability of processing thoughts into words. I happened to be a B.

Mr. McCarty must have seen my deer in the headlight look and taken pity on me; he grabbed me up by the hand and flew his arms around me squishing me into a tight hug. I would definitely have a bruise tomorrow.

"Careful with the merchandise, Emmett. We don't need a sexual harassment suit right now" Angel fussed.

He let go and stepped back appraising me, I began to stutter like an idiot, "I…I…I.. I would never do that, I'm not that kind of person, in fact you can charge me with sexual harassment if you like"

SHUT UP BELLA! STOP TALKING! But it continued, "I mean I'll take complete and total responsibility, Lord knows I've probably done a thousand harassing things at one time or another. I mean maybe even to you and you just don't even know about it. Wait! No, that didn't come out right, what I meant to say is…I'm just going to shut up and die now."

Mr. McCarty who had been staring at me like I was some rabid animal all the sudden barked out a laugh, "Where did you find this girl? Bella Swan welcome to the family I have a feeling that this may be the beginning to a beautiful relationship." He turned to go back to his office and yelled out as he was leaving, "Lunch on me!"

The door closed and I banged my head onto my desk.

"Wow, was that some type of medical condition you have there, chronic truthfulness?" Angel laughed.

"I tend to get a tad bit nervous around celebrities." I replied.

"Don't worry about it honey, although I probably should warn you," she lowers her voice, "You kinda picked job where you're going to be surrounded by them." She winked and slid off my desk.

Even though I felt like a first-rate idiot, Mr. McCarty was a man of his word and bought lunch that day, in fact he bought lunch nearly every day he was in the office. I can't begin to tell you how much starving college students appreciate a good free meal. I was of course expected to go and fetch said free meal, but in those first couple of months I really did begin to feel like family. In fact it was week two of meeting Mr. McCarty that he summoned me into his office and jokingly went off on me stating that if I called him Mr. McCarty one more time, he would fire me. It had been Emmett ever since.

It was three months into my internship; there was still no sighting of the prominent Mr. Cullen. Angel told me that he was hiding out in the south of France and no one had any idea when he would come back. At that point it just felt like he may never come in and that was fine with me, I was having a ball with the people in my office.

I was going to pick up lunch one Friday afternoon. "Bella you still haven't left yet, I'm starving over here!" Angel whined.

"Angel you didn't even order anything." Angel had begun to see a weight change so like most people in the entertainment industry she freaked out and put herself on a strict diet.

"So, I can't eat until you eat, duh. I'm not going to sit around by myself like some hunchback in the bell tower." She retorted.

I started laughing; she's always so funny when she's hungry. "Calm down there Quasimodo, I'll be right back."

I set off toward the cafeteria to grab my lunch as fast as can be so Angel wouldn't waste away by the time I got back. I made it back within record time and walked into the kitchen with my usual greeting that unfortunately I picked up from Emmett. "What's up bitches"

Emmett looked up with a smile on his face and Angel gestured behind me. "Bella, I like you to meet Edward Cullen."

I froze turning slowly around, my face instantly flaming as my eyes took in all 6 feet 1 inches of him. And yes if you're wondering, he did look better in person. When I look back on this moment of meeting Edward I can't help but cringe when I think of what I did next. He was staring at me with a slight smile on his face so I slowly curtsied and then probably realizing just how stupid I looked, I dashed out of the room.

I was so mad at myself; I could almost feel the tears building as I quickly exited the office. Why did I have to be such a spaz? I went behind our bungalow which had a small basketball court and started silently yelling into the air, if anyone had been watching they may have thought I was auditioning for a silent movie. As I was contemplating a career change I saw the basketball on the ground, taking out whatever aggression I had I kicked that ball as hard as I could toward the wall.

"Did you just kick my ball?"

I whirled around to see Edward Cullen standing there. I began instantly apologizing, "I'm so sorry sir."

I quickly ran over to the basketball, picked it up and with trepidation made my way over to him holding the ball out like some kind of offering to the god like man he was.

He instantly stepped back, held his hands up, "I'm not touching that, not after you just kicked all the luck out of it."

Oh great! He just had to be one those kinds of celebrities. Most famous people, mainly actors and actresses have this thing with their luck or superstitions. I believe that's due to the fact that at one time they probably had to sell some part of their soul to the devil in exchange for success and any imbalance of luck could land them back down with the rest of us peons.

I began biting my lip, praying that a panic attack was not about to come on.

"Look everyone knows that in order for the luck to be restored, the offender must get the ball in the basket in one shot." He said.

I looked down at the ball and looked at the hoop, I had never been very athletic and it didn't matter if that hoop was eight feet high or fifty with my lack of coördination I was never going to get that ball in. I saw out of the corner of my eye a shiny silver ladder, with resolve I walked over to the ladder and then stuffed the stupid lucky basketball under my shirt and began to drag this ladder over to the basketball hoop making all kinds of god awful racket. Great, I was almost literally jumping through hoops for this man and his crazy lucky balls.

I was half way up the ladder when I realized just how horrible this must look to any passersby, to see this poor pregnant looking girl climbing up a ladder as manly Mr. Cullen watched on. I think he must have thought the same thing because at that moment he rushed over to where I was.

"Alright, alright you can come down now I was only joking."

I was beyond irritated. "No, No Mr. Cullen I wouldn't want to be responsible for you unlucky balls." I huffed. I started to pull the ball from out of my shirt trying to maintain balance.

"Isabella that's enough, just drop the ball before you get hurt." He spoke with such authority that normally I would do what I was told; I mean he is my boss after all but something about his little stunt really pissed me off so I continued on. I tipped the ball into the net and climbed back down the ladder. He had his arms folded over his chest and didn't look happy. I raised an eyebrow in a challenging sort of way and then remembering just how quickly this man could squish me like a bug metaphorically and literally, I turned swiftly around and walked back to the office.

Thankfully when I got back to the office it was five o'clock and I could go home, I managed to sneak off to the bus stop without another run in with Mr. Cullen. It wasn't until the long trip home that I could ponder the severity of my actions.