My first full out lemon story! Youpi! Anyways, on wards with the details!

All human! This is my first attempt as well! OOC.

Rating: M

Setting: New York

Disclaimer: I don't own Twilight! Fo Shizzle!

EPOV:

"My life has gone down the drain. I can't sleep well, I'm thinking about smoking, and I just don't care...," I complained to the therapist. She's pretty cute. Nice eyes, nice body. But a high pitched voice.

"Well...I know some good sleeping pills like-" she began, but I cut her off.

"Valium? Oxazepam? I've tried them all. But they never work. I can't ever sleep because of her death. It's just...to much for me," I said. What a lie. Sometimes, women can be so easy. The ones that just go after what they want. They stand ground and try to play hard to get. But they obviously know they can't get passed a player. Players are like the people who can trample all over you if you bother trying to get around.

I sighed and unbuttoned my shirt. The therapist looked at my chest and gawked. That's it sweetheart. Another therapist to add to my list. It was as if stealing candy from a baby. Pretty much easy, considering they could sit and look at you all day, nodding and nodding as if they were part of some sort of bobble head family.

"I remember her saying, 'we'll be together forever. No worries.' But that soon ended, considering she crashed and burned," I said, sadly. Way too easy.

"Mr. Mason, have you ever thought about, looking forward? Maybe that could help you, not thinking about your girlfriends death," the therapist sympathized. I smirked, and came close to her face. Her blue eyes penetrating, and her breathing uneasy. I continued to smirk.

"Doctor, all you can do is block the thoughts, but never erase the memories," I said. I grasped her chin and brought her face closer to my own. She began gasping, and I was slightly worried about her health. I internally shrugged and locked lips with her.

I kissed her slowly, still holding her chin in my hands. She lost control, and wove her hands into my hair. Ah, the usual. Life is good.

Somewhere in New York-BPOV:

"Yeah, I'll catch him. Calm your panties Alice. He just zipped by me. Yes, now let me hang up! Fine! Bye!" I yelled into my phone. The usual conversation Alice and I have before I try and catch somebody. Alice is my best friend, and has been since my sophomore years. We have the same job so we decided to be roommates. We're both secretaries for Gucci. Alice has short spiky hair and is not taller than 5 feet. She has hazel eyes and a dazzling smile. Alice has a thing for fashion and shopping. She just HAS to be around a mall, if not she'd flip. It sometimes scares me.

I have brown hair that has layers and side bangs. My hair stops mid-shoulder. I have curves and killer legs. My eyes are a chocolate brown and my lips are full and pink. I'm not one to brag, but I think I'm very pretty. Enough about that, I have to now go on my 'mission.'

Most people call me a first rate player. I go around, dating numerous men at once and then just dumping them on the spot. I actually get kick out of it. I don't believe in true love though. I mean, what so true about your boyfriend knocking up your ex-best friend in high school? Nothing magical about that.

I jumped into my car, and started up the engine. I revved it, and then quickly pulled out of the nearby parking lot. I sped down the road, seeing my victims car. I think his name was Tyler or something.

He was being held up by golf carts.Perfect. I sped up, and then drove right into the rear of his car. I protected my face, and smiled. Plan set into full motion.

"The hell?!" I heard him yell from inside his car. I stiffled a giggle. 'Tyler' got out and then came up to my car. He knocked on my window, as I glanced up at him. He was trying to ease the pain in his neck. Okay, now let him drown in my innocence and cuteness...

I rolled down the window and fake shock crossed onto my face. "Are you alright?! Oh! I'm so sorry! A big car was trying to pass me by, and I jumped, being scared. I guess I was so scared that I actually sped up. I didn't realize that I was going so fast until I actually hit you," I said, making my eyes go wide.

"Oh! Oh no sweetheart! I'm really okay! Are you hurt?! I should get you to a doctor!" Tyler said, quickly forgetting about his neck. I batted my eyelashes.

"I'm fine. I just...I just wish that I wasn't so reckless with you. I'll pay for the damage. You must've hurt your neck badly. I'll take you to the hospital," I said innocently. He had this dazed look on his face, signaling that he was lost in my eyes. What a sucker...

I got out of my car and looked up at him. Total hottie. Rich, sexy and very easy. He's perfect. "No, the car is fine. Its good!" he said. The bumper of the car fell off. I stared at him with a cocked eyebrow. He laughed. "Still good." He patted the trunk of the car, and the wheel suddenly busted along with the other three. I jumped and still stared at him.

He laughed again and narrowed his eyes with a sleazy smile. "So...would you like to go to dinner sometime?" he asked. Horrible setting to ask someone out, but I'll take him.

"Sure, why not?" I said. Tyler smiled and then blood trickled out of his nose. I screeched and then pulled out a tissue to clean it. This was going to be easy.

EPOV:

Now that's what I call therapy! The therapist led me out of her office, blushing. I turned to her and smirked. She continued blushing. I dipped down to her face level and stared into her eyes. "You're a wonderful therapist," I said before walking away.

I left the building, and then made a run towards my car. My cell phone vibrated in my pocket. I checked the ID. It was Emmett.

"Emmett, you need something?" I asked while driving.
"Dude! I've tried EVERYTHING! I told the chick that I was sick and dying, but she still won't leave me the hell alone! Help me!" he yelled.

"I say you just marry her. I see no harm in that," I said.

"Are you crazy?! She's not even worth it anymore. Hell, I don't even know the chick's name. Jenny or Lily, I have no clue," Emmett complained. I laughed. It served him right.

"Well, I'll be there around 11:00. I'm going to drop by the club," I said.
"Awe! You're gonna pick up another girl, eh? What, you weren't satisfied with the therapist?" Emmett asked.

"Emmett, I'm 21. Every 21 year old who has sex is NEVER satisfied. Add that with being a player," I said before turning into the club.
"Whatever you say man. Oh, that reminds me, Jasper did his first hooker. Better by him a present," Emmett said. I laughed.
"Tell Jasper that I send him my gratitude," I said, and with that I hung up.

I parked my car in the parking lot, and turned my car off. Another car parked into the available parking spot. Then I saw it was two ladies. Hot ones at that. One of them had blond, straight hair and the other on had curly, black hair. The one with curly hair was cute. But the blond was a different story.

She stared at me with all this lust. If she wasn't hot, it'd actually scare me. I internally shrugged and walked inside the club. Music blared from all over the place. I made a quick turn towards the bar, and got a martini.

"Hey cutie," I heard from behind me. I turned around, and saw that it was the hot blond.
"Well...Hello there," I said seductively.

"You wanna hit it off in the VIP rooms?" she sneered. I smiled and nodded.

We got a room, and then entered it. She locked the doors and pushed me on the bed. A little pushy, but she'll do.

"So, what's your name?" she asked.
"Edward," I answered. She smiled.
"Edward...Hm...It's so...So...So...Sexy. Well, my name is Lauren. And I'm about let you have the time of your life," she said. She also brags...

Lauren climbed on top of me and ripped open my shirt. She stared and bit her lip. My eyes widened. I'm beginning to think that accepting her offer, was a bad idea. You think?

BPOV:

Ugh, what an ass. He picks me up late? Me? Oh hell no...

"Looks like Tyler boy is thinking about picking you up late," Alice laughed. I glared at her.

"Not with me he doesn't," I said. Alice went to sit on the couch and turned on the TV.

"Why are you at home? Shouldn't you be out?" I asked. She opened her little tub of Ben and Jerry's and began eating.

"Nope. Max is out of town. Doing God knows what," she said.

"Well then this is the perfect chance!" I yelled. Alice looked at me, confused.

"To what?" she asked with ice cream in her mouth. I sighed and walked over to her. I sat beside her and pursed my lips.

"To do what I do every night," I answered. Alice giggled.

"To become a player and have sex in bathrooms and offices? Hell no. I actually like Max. He's good," Alice said.

"C'mon. It couldn't hurt just to go to a club and dance for a bit, could it?" I asked. Alice laughed again.

"Bells, dancing to people these days is grinding. I'm not getting involved in that," Alice said.

"You never know, you may like it," I whispered.

"Wasn't it you that said it was disgusting?" Alice asked.

"Hey, that was my opinion," I shot at her.

"Well I second that opinion," she shot back. The doorbell rang. Took you long enough...

I opened the door and smiled seductively. Tyler was wearing a black button up shirt and dark washed jeans. Jeans?

"Ready?" he asked. No, I was just waiting here for God knows how long till you came and picked me up...

"Yup. Bye Ali!" I called before shutting the door.

"You look beautiful," Tyler said. Yeah, I know I do...

"And you look hot," I replied. As if...

Well? What do you think? Review...Please?