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Strange Love

Chapter 1 – Sharing

BPOV

I rolled my eyes at the person who was talking, more like blabbering at me. All I had heard from the director was "… More enthusiasm" and "say it like you mean it" and "You're the best actor in Hollywood, that's why we picked you" and that's when I started to space out. I was tired. I had only had two hours sleep when my annoying cell had woken me up, and my director had insisted that I come for the shooting. So, here I was, in my outfit, my assistant, Alice Cullen, mouthing "sorry" from the sides. I glared at her. Don't get me wrong, I liked her, but what with her peppy personality, it sometimes got annoying.

I'm Isabella Swan, but prefer Bella. You've probably heard of me, everyone has. I'm the famous superhot movie star every director craved for me to be in their movie. Paparazzi followed me like a dog followed its owner. I yawned.

"Miss Swan, are you even paying attention?" The whats-his-name director asked.

"More enthusiasm, say it like I mean it, got it." I gave him a thumbs-up, for effect.

We went into the trailer, where they dabbed makeup and gave me my outfit to wear, and I quickly slipped it on. They straightened my curly/wavy brown hair, and applied extra mascara and eye shadow on so it didn't look like my eyes were drooping, although they were. The other actor, who was playing some guy who loved me, even though I was poor ( In the movie, not in real life) and he'd do anything for me. Even though, in real life, he wouldn't. I came out of the trailer, and acted throughout each single line.

"Oh, Peter, I love you so much, but you know you and I live in different worlds, you are supposed to get married to Charlotte, and I am nothing compared to her…" and this is where he shushes me and takes me in the most passionate kiss ever, which is exactly what he does. Except that the kiss was wet and slimy, but I had to hide my disgust because we were on camera.

"Linda, I don't care about Charlotte and her money. I want you, and you only, and no matter what happens, I'll always stick to you no matter what…" and just like that, with perfect lines said, one hour of the movie was finished already. Of course, we had to keep changing the scenes and getting out of our clothes, but we finished the whole movie, because the other half was already finished.

My work was done. Now I could go home and sleep peacefully.

"Alice, get my bags, I'm going home." I said once I was changed.

Alice looked doubtful.

"Er, Bella, I'm afraid that's not possible. You, see, we, um, have another meeting with the director Stevie Hewitt today. He wants to sign you on a film."

"What?!" I asked as confusion and anger swept through me.

I almost felt like punching Alice that how she could go behind my back and say yes, but, I decided, she was only doing it because she knew it would earn me big money, because Stevie Hewitt was known for throwing loads of money for actresses just by saying one line in a movie. So, I nodded, smoothed out my hair, put a coat of berry lip gloss on, pushed my Versace glasses as far as they would go, and said, "Let's go," to her. We sat in my air-conditioned BMW.

I had a craving for a chai latte from Starbucks, but decided to go past it. After all, we were in New York City, the city that never slept. Finally, we got there, at his huge mansion. He was already there, dressed in an Armani suit. Handsome.

"Bellaaa!" he got off the table and kissed me fiercely on the lips. Stevie Hewitt was also known for kissing female actresses lip to lip instead of shaking hands. I was already used to this.

"So, what's up?" I asked casually, taking my sunglasses off.

"A big-time movie, that's what." He said, grinning like it was going to win the Oscars. Of course.

"Mmhmm. And, the plot, characters, setting…?" I asked.

"Of course. The story is about a guy looking for the perfect girl, I mean, he's seriously hot, not that I judge, but he hasn't found the right girl yet, so he's looking, traveling, but doesn't find anyone. And then, bam! He meets Evangeline, who's a whore, but sweet from the heart. I'm just telling you the shortened version, though."

I let it all sink in. "And, I'm supposed to be the whore he's fallen in love with?"

He nodded. "Yep."

Hmm. "So, who's the guy?" I asked, curious.

"Ryan Blake." He answered, watching my reaction.

I gasped. Ryan Blake was the hottest actor on planet Earth. And he was also expensive, too.

"So, what do you say?" he asked, holding the contract papers in his hand.

I snatched the papers from his hand. I always like to read the precautions and warnings. Aha. Caught one.

"It says here that we're supposed to travel; is this true?" I asked.

"Ah, smart girl; and yes, we are supposed to travel. He meets the girl in Switzerland, but the girl is American. The bits of scenes and shooting in here is already solved."

I bit my lip. "So you had already started shooting without consulting me about it first?" I asked.

But he simply smiled. "But you said yes, right?"

"But what if I say no?"

"Who would?"

I smiled. "No one." I said as I signed my initials on the papers, and handed them to him.

He smiled back. "Exactly." And then he got down to business.

"So, we leave tomorrow for Switzerland."

"Tomorrow?! But, I haven't even packed and, what if I've got other stuff to do??"

"Sweetheart, you've signed a contract, and plus, what could be more important than your job?"

"The fact that maybe I'm already working on another movie, too?" I lied.

"Oh, honey, tell 'em that you're with me, and they'll understand. If they don't, I can throw a few notes in and all will be better." He winked.

I sighed. "Yeah, okay; whatever." I got up from my seat and made my way toward the car. If we were leaving tomorrow, I had better get ready. Just then, the amazing Ryan Blake stepped in front of me.

"Hi, Bella." He whispered in my ear, his cool voice startling me.

"Heey Ryan," I cooed sexily.

"You free tonight?" he asked, eyeing me up and down.

I knew I had to pack, but, who could resist?

"No she isn't." Stevie answered for me. Damn him.
"And your not either. You have to pack."

"Ugh. Dang."

I smiled. Me and Alice got into the car and headed home. Of course, Dave dropped Alice home first, and then me.

EPOV

"Damn, now where did I put that passport?" I asked to myself, sorting through the piles of neatly stacked papers. I had a flight to Switzerland tomorrow, with a business client. I worked and managed my own business. Sure, it took a lot of effort, but I am a hard working man. I think. I was so busy looking I hadn't even spotted my sister coming through the door.

"Edward!!" she said enthusiastically, throwing herself on me.

"Holy crap! You scared the shit out of me, Alice."

She smiled. She was on the phone with someone, going on about how she needed the private jet right now and that the flight was tomorrow. From the tone of her voice, the other person had said no.

"So, how's that evil superstar boss of yours?" he asked, knowing that she was Bella Swan's--- THE Bella Swan's assistant.

"Hey! She's not that bad, if you get to know her."

"Which I never will." He smiled. He reached into the deep pocket of the briefcase, and whala! The passport.

"Found it." He smiled to himself.

"Found what?" she mouthed from her cell phone.

"The passport for my Switzerland trip tomorrow." He mouthed back slowly, so she could understand. Her eyes bulged out. Her mouth fell open. She snapped her phone shut.

I laughed. "What was that for?"

"Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward, Edward." She sang happily. I knew she only did this when she wanted something.

"Yes?"

"You have a private jet for tomorrow night for Switzerland, right?"

I was still confused, but nodded.

"It's just going to be you, right?"

"Yeah. Why?"

"Um, Edward, I was on the phone with the flight travelers, and they said that all the private jets were already booked for tomorrow… and, um, Bella Swan also has to be in Switzerland tomorrow, and, this was last minute stuff, and its really important, so I was wondering if you could, kind of, share it with us?"

My jaw set. With Alice I could do, but no way could I bare that selfish, low-life, Bella. I had never met her, but with the way Alice had talked about her when she had very first started to work for her, I hated her. Even though Alice started liking her now.

I sighed. "Okay, but if you're coming."

"Oh, thank you, Edward!" she cooed.

"Yeah, whatever. Just don't expect me to fall at her feet like every other guy in this world would."

She laughed. "Don't worry."

BPOV

"What do you mean you couldn't find a private jet?" I yelled at Alice. She couldn't find a private jet for me because ALL of them were booked. Now, we were traveling with her brother, Edward because apparently he also had to go to Switzerland for a business trip.

I crossed my arms over my chest. Alice had said he had hated me. Part of it was her fault, because I knew that at first when she was my assistant I had been rude to her, and she had spilled it out to her brother. But, even before that, he wasn't very fond of me. Great. I was traveling with someone who hated my guts. Just great.

"I'm sorry, Bella. It was the best I could do."

"I know. You tried. Anyway, we should go." I said. I got my bags and my things, put my sunglasses on, and we hurried away from my penthouse. I locked it, along with my keys, and we got into the car.

* * *

We got on the private jet plane, but there was no sign of her brother. I was a little curious to see him. Alice had warned me that he was undeniably handsome and girls were always ogling him. I don't think so. Maybe she was telling the truth, but I didn't believe the "undeniably handsome" part one bit.

"Alice, is that you?" a male voice asked once we came in.

"Yeah, Edward, it's us." The male voice groaned in return. Wow. He really did hate me.

I turned to get a better view of him. I took my sunglasses off, and gaped at him.

The guy had bronze tousled hair, chalky white skin, and emerald green eyes. Even through his shirt, I could see his built-in chest and muscles, his chiseled face, his perfect features. Wow. Alice wasn't lying.

Even though he hated me, I wished he didn't.

"Um, hi." I said, beads of sweat appearing on my forehead. I, Bella Swan, was nervous in front of someone. Well, this was a first.

He didn't say anything. He just glared at me. No, first he eyed me up and down, and then glared.

I was getting nervous (ha!) so I sat beside Alice, across from him.

She kept me occupied for some time, but in between I'd glance at him and he'd just be reading something, his eyes focused on that. Not even once, he glanced my way. Alice was distracting me with something about "ball gowns", I think. Then we met eyes. He quickly looked away, but I kept staring. I think he was getting annoyed at that, and stuffed his book in his face. I frowned.

"I think you're falling for my brother." Alice whispered in my ear. I jumped in my seat.

"No, I'm not." I whispered back.

"Yes, you are."

"No I'm not!" I whisper-shouted.

"Then how come you were looking at him so much?"

I shrugged.

She let the topic slide. I sighed in relief.

EPOV

She wouldn't stop staring at me. Throughout the whole flight, she had stared at me, looked at me with awe. I had to admit, she was pretty, and she had talked to Alice like they were best friends. Even Alice had smiled and giggled with her, too. But, still. I wasn't that fond of her. I got out of the plane, along with my briefcase and luggage. She was having trouble carrying her three bags of luggage, while I watched. Damn. I couldn't just watch her struggling. Muttering to myself, I carried the bags for her and put it in her BMW waiting for her.

"Um, thanks." She blushed as she closed the trunk. She was avoiding eye contact with me, looking at the ground. I could tell she was nervous.

"No problem." I murmured. I said good bye to Alice, but mostly watched her.

I stood out of her way and whipped my phone open for a taxi. I looked at her one last time, which was a mistake. She stared right back at me, grinning as the car pulled away. I smiled back. She wasn't so bad. Of course, she was a movie star, and a guy in my position probably would've sprawled at her feet, but I wasn't that guy. Well, I was never going to see her again, anyway. She went her way, I went mine. But, I couldn't help, I had felt something in that plane, and it definitely wasn't the air- conditioning.