Hey guys! Let's get down to business.

I'm not doing TCD anymore; I kinda lost passion for it. It is now officially dead lol

Heres my news story!

Here's the full summary:

One night stands always come back to bite you on the ass. Edward Cullen. He's a gorgeous, rich, arrogant prick with a stick up his ass. Of course, you don't find these things out until after you've slept with them. Bella hates him, and he hates her…at least, that's what Bella thinks. When the head honcho of Bella's company – who evidently turns out to be Edward – turns up to pay a visit to the company's main office, interesting things might happen…if they don't rip each other's throats out first. And what about Mark Jones? The new head of Bella's department who takes an instant liking to Ms. Swan. AH. OOC.

Sooooo…without further ado…read on!

Disclaimer: Unfortunately I don't own twilight, but I do own hardcover and paperback copies of every book. How sad am I?

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Damn Long Island Ice Tea

I pulled down the hem of my way-too-short black dress and hissed in Rosalie's ear, "Why the hell am I wearing this again?"

She turned to look at me, her blue eyes sparkling. "Because you look hot, and you need to get laid." Alice snickered next to her and I blushed furiously.

I snorted. "Oh yeah, because a stripper dress and 5 inch heels always attract a decent guy!" I shot back, heavy on the sarcasm.

"Oh come on Bells, lighten up! It's New Years Eve! We're here to take your mind off of James, remember?" Rose sneered his name and I could feel a slight tug at my heart.

Ah James; my previous boyfriend. We had been together for about 7 months, and when he said he had something important to tell me, I thought Oh God, this is it! He's going to propose! But, sadly, no. He shows up at my door with some red-headed twit with big boobs-who's got her hand down his pants, might I add-and announces that he's leaving me for Ruby. God, it even sounds like a slutty name.

But, then again, I have to wonder why I'm so upset over the break up. It's not like I loved him or anything. I mean, sure we had fun. In fact, we had lots, and LOTS of fun. The more that I think about it, that's all we ever did, is have fun…if you know what I mean. And, we didn't really have anything in common I suppose. And, he was sort of a loser; no job, barely any money, and he really wasn't even that handsome. I think the only reason I stayed with him is because of the sex. The sex was the best part of our so called, "relationship".

But still, he was a boyfriend. He was someone to call up in the middle of the night if I had a bad dream, and someone to ward off all the middle-aged creeps who would try and hit on me when we went out.

It had only been last night that we had broken up. As soon as Alice had found out what happened, she insisted that she let Rose and her take me out clubbing tonight, instead of sitting at home, watching re-runs of Friends.

I admit, I had been excited with the prospect, but my excitement had quickly turned to regret when Rosalie had shown me the dress (and shoes) she expected me to wear.

"Oh come on Bells! It'll be fun!" She had tried to persuade me, "and these shoes will go perfectly with your brand new dress!" She had unzipped a clean white garment bag and displayed the dress like she was on a game show. I remember actually cringing and calculating my chances of faking a fever and claiming I had the Swine Flu…but then, knowing Alice, she would probably rush me to the hospital.

"Earth to Bells?" I felt someone nudging my arm and turned to see Alice, wrinkling her perfect brows in confusion. Alice was my roommate, and my best friend. We had grown up together, and were practically sisters. She had a round face, but she was thin to the extreme. A spiky crown of raven black hair framed her pretty face. Her eyes were extremely striking. She had the most gorgeous eyes that I had ever seen. They were a beautiful sea foam color. Plus, she had impeccable taste in fashion. Her entire wardrobe consisted of thousand-pound labels like: Gucci, Prada, Armani…the list goes on and on. She was spunky, full of energy, and the greatest friend anybody could ever ask for.

"Yeah, sorry, I was just zoning out." I lied. I had promised Alice not to think about James anymore, and every time I did, I would have to put 10 quid in a jar. So far, there was about enough money to buy a Burberry Wallet.

"Ooooh, see that guy over there? He is totally checking you out Bells!" Rosalie squealed excitedly. I raised my eyebrows and shot a quick glance over in the direction she was looking, and then I felt a slight shiver of revulsion run through my body. He was obviously in his early thirties, and he was the type of man who was cocky, conceited, and thought he could charm the panties off of any woman. He was licking his lips and mentally undressing me with his eyes. I self-consciously crossed my arms in front of my chest.

Alice shook her head and I looked down to see that my boobs were being pushed up, so I just pulled my coat on and fastened it up all the way instead. "Can we go now? I'm tired of being looked at by pervy men."

"Bells, it's nearly midnight! Loosen up! Here, I'm going to get you a drink and you're going to dance with us, got it? And I'm not going to have you bring me down." Rosalie smirked at me and strutted over to the bartender. "Can I have one Long Island Ice Tea for my friend over here?" She gestured to me, and I could see the man was obviously flustered by Rosalie's insane beauty.

She honestly looked like she should be posing on the cover of Vogue – perfect face, perfect body, long blonde hair, shining blue eyes – but she worked with me, at the internationally renowned "Cullen and Masen Publications". It was the single biggest publishing company in Europe, with smaller branches open in Paris, Milan and New York – London being their main hub. Rosalie and I both worked at Elle Magazine – she being the beauty editor, and I being the lowly junior assistant to our boss Howard Jones. I had the shitty job, while she had the glamorous editorial position at the most successful magazine in the United Kingdom.

To be fair, she had been working there for 5 years, while I had only been working there for 8 months. The only reason I had taken the job was so I could get to The Daily Mail. Journalism is my passion, my life. My dream had been to work as an editor for the arts and entertainment section, but they had stuck me as an assistant. I'm not trying to complain, the salary's great and so are all the free designer clothes, but a masters degree in literature from Cambridge University seemed like a waste if you're an assistant.

He stuttered a response and Rose and Alice grabbed me by my wrists and sat me down in a chair. I sighed heavily and gave them dirty looks before they turned around and stalked off, laughing to themselves.

The bartender handed me the drink and I took one long look at it and shuddered. I was going to feel this in the morning. I lifted it up and downed half the glass.

"Are you alright, love?" The bartender said to me. "Usually, people don't come in 'ere and drink 'em that fast." He seemed genuinely concerned.

I shrugged and smiled weakly. "Had a rough week." I picked up the drink and finished the other half before he had a chance to say anything.

My head started to hurt, so I hid my head in my hands and groaned, willing the feeling to go away, wishing more than anything that I was back at home, reading a good book, curled up by the fireplace, watching the snow fall outside the window.

A snap of fingers in front of my face brought me out of my daydream. I blinked and focused my eyes on the kind bartender who was staring at me like I had a third eye.

"Do you want me to call you a cab, love?" he asked.

"No, I'm alright, thanks though. Just, give me your strongest cocktail," I told him. He gave me a skeptical look and shook his head.

Just as he was going to get a martini glass, a smooth, seductive voice interrupted him. "Actually, I think she should just have water."

My mouth dropped open and I turned to find the source of this voice. My voice colored with aggravation, "Excuse me, I don't think it's any business of yours-" But I completely forgot what I was going to say as I stared at the man seated to my right.

He was without a doubt the most beautiful man I had ever seen. His strong jaw was perfect and angular. His green eyes sparkled like emeralds were embedded into his sockets. His hair was an unusual bronze color that stuck up in all directions in casual disarray, like someone had been running their fingers through it all night. His mouth was pulled into an uneven smile, and he was looking at me with such intensity that I thought I could faint.

I gulped. "Like I said," My voice was shaky, "your strongest cocktail, please." I glared at the man and he laughed.

I saw the gorgeous man shake his head. I became infuriated; who the hell did he think he was? "Excuse me! What makes you think you can just come in here and…and…order for me?" I finished lamely.

"Because I know something is wrong, and I'm not going to let you become completely pissed so that you'll forget about it. That's not the way. Believe me, I know." A strange tone took over that last part. I scoffed and turned back to the bar.

"I'm Edward," he said politely, formally, while holding out his hand. I gently shook it.

"Bella, Bella Swan." I tried to smile weakly.

We sat there in silence for a couple minutes, only the bright strobe lights and dancing people made me remember where I was.

"So what is it? Lost job?"

This was the first time Edward had spoken up. I was a bit shocked, but then I controlled myself and shook my head.

"Parents splitting up?"

I shook my head again.

He seemed to hesitate, and then quietly said, "Broken heart?"

I gave a humorless chuckle. "Bingo," I said while taking a sip of my water. I had to admit, it did feel better than alcohol.

"What happened?" He sounded so sincere, like he cared. But then I remembered that this guy was probably just trying to get into my pants.

I waved my hand as a dismissal. "Nothing." But he raised his eyebrows in disbelief.

"Bella, what's wrong?" The tone of his voice, so genuine with concern, like a friend, made my words just come out before I knew what I was saying.

"All started when…and he was so nice to me! So then we…and I really thought he was it…always knew it was too good…slutty Ruby…but all we did was have sex!...I guess I'm kind of glad to be rid of him…but I really liked him." I was crying throughout the entire 15 minutes I was explaining my history with James. I expected him to get up and leave, or laugh in my face, but all he did was listen intently and nod occasionally.

"I guess I just wasn't good enough for him. Maybe I wasn't pretty enough." By this time, I was just talking to myself.

"I highly doubt that," he said with a small smile on his face. My eyes widened in shock at what I had just admitted to this stranger.

"Omygod! I'm so sorry I-" I was cut off as he covered my mouth with his hand. A small sting of electricity passed through my lips at his touch.

"It was no problem Bella. Unfortunately, I can't empathize, but I can sympathize. To be honest, I don't think that James person was ever a good guy." He took his hand away.

"Thank-you," I said genuinely, "sorry about earlier, I wasn't exactly the friendliest." I gave him a shy smile and he smiled crookedly back at me, stopping my heart.

"It's alright. Stop apologizing for everything."

"Sorry…I mean okay," I said. He laughed. It was the most beautiful, melodious sound I had ever heard.

I gave him a sly look and turned to the bartender. "Can we have two martinis, grey goose, no vermouth?" He nodded, smiling and started to prepare our drinks.

"What, you're going to let me drink now?" I asked him teasingly.

Before he had a chance to respond, the bartender handed us our drinks and I once again downed my martini in one sip.

"Ahhh, that feels good," I said as the liquid flowed down my throat, leaving a warm trail behind and making the back of my throat feel tingly. My cheeks instantly reddened and I hid my face by covering my hands at realization that I had just acted like an alcoholic in front of a practical Adonis.

I was waiting to hear a laugh or a sound of disgust, but instead I felt two strong hands pull at my wrists to expose my face. "Don't hide your face; it's much too beautiful to be hidden."

I blushed even further and looked up at him. His look was somewhere between amusement and concern, for what exactly I wasn't sure.

The song So Rich, So Pretty by Mickey Avalon came pounding through the club. I unthinkingly grabbed Edwards hand and led him to the dance floor. "This is my favorite song!" I told him.

"What?"

"THIS IS MY FAVORITE SONG!"

"OH! YOUR FAVORITE SONG!"

I laughed and we kept walking until we were in the middle of the dance floor.

As the music blared over the loudspeakers and the bright lights cast colorful beams across our faces, it occurred to me that I had just invited a practical stranger to dance with me.

I opened my mouth, about to say something, when Edward pulled our bodies together. My breath caught in my throat as he cautiously began to move his hips. I nodded for him to go on.

I like a girl with caked up makeup

in the sunshine smoking cigarettes to pass the time

who wakes up to a bottle of wine on the nightstand

bites and scratches the blinds

but I ain't found one quite right yet

so I step with pep to the park or supermarket

her apartment best be messy

And Lisa don't mind when I call her Leslie she's gotta dress with class

The rhythmic beating continued to blast, and I guided his hands to my hips. He planted them firmly there as we continued to sway together. Our bodies fit perfectly together, and I started to mouth along the words.

come on and get it before I change my mind

come on kid, don't waste my time

so rich, so pretty

the best piece of ass in the whole damn city

so rich, so pretty...

Somewhere in the middle of this, the alcohol took effect and I suddenly felt more confident and bold in my moves. My head was pounding, but I didn't care. All I could think about was Edward.

I turned around so that we were back to front. He seemed surprised, but he eventually positioned his large hands back on my hips, slightly lower this time. I looked up at him and I knew that the drinks were taking effect on him as well as I saw his eyes glaze over, and a breathtaking lazy crooked smile spread across his perfect face.

My hand reached up to tangle in his hair as we continued grinding against each other to the music. I could feel something hard poking me in my back, and I stifled a giggle.

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"10…"

Everyone was counting down. The club was completely silent; the only sound was the elated, drunken voices of the crowd. There were TV screens set up, showing a picture of The London Eye, thousands of people swarming the street.

"9…" I looked up at Edward, who had his arm around my shoulder, and another martini in his hand. He looked so blissfully happy and carefree that it made me smile even bigger than I already was. Rosalie had left earlier that night after meeting whoever was her new flavor of the month, and I had no doubt that she would be staying up all night. Alice was to my right, grinning stupidly. We were all completely pissed and we knew it.

"8…7…6…" the crowd chanted.

"Edward, can I ask you something?" I turned to him.

"5…4…"

"Of course!"

"3…2…1…!"

"Kiss me!" I told him firmly as everyone went insane and started screaming "HAPPY NEW YEAR!"

He wasted no time. He pulled me up so I could reach him, wrapping his arms around my waist. I clamped my legs around him and pulled my lips to his with desperate need. His hot mouth moved perfectly with mine, and I moaned into his mouth. I tangled my hands in his messy hair, yanking him towards me. He just wasn't close enough. I felt his tongue run across my bottom lip, begging for entrance. I complied and his hot tongue plunged deep into my mouth. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. They way he tasted…I sucked on his bottom lip and it was his turn to moan.

All too soon, he pulled away and put me back on the ground.

"Happy New Year's Bella," he slurred. His green eyes twinkled with excitement and his mouth pulled up into an uneven smile.

"Ditto."

"Come on." He laced his fingers through mine and led me outside. I looked back at Alice who was currently kissing some random guys cheek and embracing another girl. I scoffed. Alice will be Alice.

As we exited the bar, I was amazed at the sight before me. I know it sounds sad, but in all the years I have lived in London (my entire life basically), I had never seen the city on New Year's. People were cracking open brand new bottles of champagne and drinking it straight from the bottle, while passing it around to people who were complete strangers. People were embracing and kissing while choruses of "Happy New Year!" filled the street. I looked up at the sky as I saw colorful fireworks exploding right before my eyes. The river was lit up with the bright lights and the sense of excitement and pure joy in the air was palpable.

"Happy New Year, love!" I felt a pair of unfamiliar arms encircle me and I turned to smile at a young man.

"Likewise," I said, and then hiccupped. I spun to see Edward taking a drink from a bottle of champagne that had been handed to him by some chavs. You know the blonde, big, fake-boob type who wear too much makeup and have an insanely ridiculous orange fake tan. I pulled him away from them, taking their bottle with me, and led him down the street towards my apartment.

"Woah, where do you think you're going?" he asked.

"Home," I replied.

He shook his head. "This way, I think." I laughed, much more than I would have, had I been completely sober, and followed him towards a tall, modern building that looked at least 50 stories high.

Once we were past the masses of people, he led me inside a luxurious looking lobby.

Part of me was screaming "This is WRONG! This is seriously WRONG! You haven't even known the guy for 2 hours!" But I couldn't hear that part, because an even louder person was screaming, "FUCK IT! How often is it that an insanely beautiful man invites you back to his apartment! Do it! Or him…"

"Hello Edward. And who is this?" The doorman asked. He was an old man in his 60's who reminded me of my grandfather.

"This, Mr. Smith," he gestured to me, "is Bella Swan." He enunciated my name and I giggled.

"That's right. Like the bird? Swan?" He burst out laughing, his hand dipping under my dress.

"Could you make an announcement telling everybody to wear ear plugs tonight, as I will be fucking the living shit out of here." A shiver of desire ran through me as he said it, and I could feel my panties getting wet.

The doorman did not look surprised but laughed, his mouth pulling into an eye crinkling smile. "Try not to be so loud this time," he chuckled. He held the door open for us and we staggered inside, laughing for no reason at all.

I pushed him up against the elevator door and kissed him with as much passion I was capable of. He groaned and that only spurred me on. I hitched my leg up and pushed him even further into the door until it pinged open. I carefully backed us in until we were in the far corner. I heard a woman cough loudly. I spun around to face her, completely irritated. I shot her daggers, but Edward pulled my face back to his and gave her the middle of the finger while mumbling, "Fuck off."

I heard a sound of disapproval and I assumed the woman left the elevator as the doors closed and it was silent. The only sound our ragged breathing, and my frantic heartbeat in my ears.

We kept attacking each other brutally until he turned us around and let me out and down a hallway. Even when were out, his lips never left my skin. He picked me up bridal style and started sucking at my collarbone. I moaned and started to feel a familiar tightening low in my stomach.

He kept licking, kissing and sucking me as he fished in his keys for his keys. I could hear the jingle of them, but he obviously couldn't find them. "Shit," I heard him curse as his lips left contact with my skin, and I laughed to mask the fact I missed his touch already.

He eventually found them. He held them up and dangled them in front of my face. "Nothing like these to ruin a moment."

I snatched the keys from him and turned towards the door to find the lock. I felt him –all of him – press into my back. He placed his hands on the inside of my thighs, slowly creeping up, and I almost lost it right there.

Once the door was open, I grabbed his tie and pulled him into the apartment. He kicked the door shut and kissed me again. This kiss was urgent, and so full of lust and passion that it made my head spin. I wrapped my legs around his waist.

Twined together, we stumbled to his bedroom. He pushed me onto his bed and we lay there on top of each other for several minutes, neither of us saying anything.

"Well, aren't you going to fuck me then?" I asked boldly, and then blushed furiously at how forward I had been.

He simply groaned, a throaty sound, and lowered his mouth to my earlobe, nibbling and sucking on it. "Oh Bella, I intend to do much more than that." His voice was low and husky, and clouded with lust.

And I did, indeed, start the New Years with a bang.

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Ugh. Ugh. Ugggghhhh. Am I dying?

My head felt like it was going to explode. Either I was dead, or experiencing the worst hangover any human being has ever had.

I tried to remember what had happened last night, but I couldn't even remember the date let alone what I did yesterday. As I said this, I spotted a Polaroid of me and Alice posing while confetti poured out around us.

NEW YEARS EVE! HAH! We all went out for drinks, and I danced…and then went home.

I began to have flashes of last night run through my mind. Alice giving a waiter a lap dance, me drinking 3 Long Island Ice Teas – in a row – , the fireworks down by the Thames, and someone named Mr. Smith. I felt like I was missing something though. I shook it off and turned over, snuggling a pillow.

I heard the sound of water turn on in the bathroom and I froze. Somebody was whistling – Sex on Fire by Kings of Leon – and I heard the shower door creak closed.

Ohmyfuckinggod. Somebody was in my apartment. I kicked my legs out and tried to sit up while fisting onto a handful of Egyptian cotton sheets. Wait! I don't have Egyptian Cotton Sheets! I have the cheap, silk ones from Matalan!

Slowly, ever so slowly, I sat up and opened one eye.

Whoa. Head Rush.

It was still dark outside, but I only noticed because of the startling contrast between the walls and the sky. While the sky was pitch black, the room I was in was white. The walls were white, the chair and dresser were white, even the bed was white. It was like waking up in a hospital, but it was trendy. The only color came from the bright green plant in the corner of the room, and the dark cherry wood floors. It was gorgeous.

But it was not my apartment.

I began to shake nervously as I stood up, keeping the sheets around me as I had no clothes on. I gulped and started to hyperventilate. I was in such deep shit. I was trying to be quiet as I padded around the bedroom. I walked over to the floor-to-ceiling windows and marveled at the view below. We were obviously very high up, as I could see some of the tallest buildings in the city below us. People were driving to work, stores and restaurants were opening up and the whole city seemed completely at ease. I glanced over at the clock and saw that it was 11:00am.

Okay. Don't panic. You're only naked in a stranger's apartment, and you only slept with a complete stranger. The important thing is that you don't have to go to work today!

As I tiptoed around the apartment, I couldn't help but notice some things. Like how our clothing was strewn across the floor, and how some sort of liquid covered the window. I winced in disgust. I wrapped the sheet even tighter around me as I opened the door and stepped outside onto his balcony. As soon as I stepped outside, I realized it was warm, and I looked up to see a heater blowing air down on me.

I stumbled and caught myself on the railing, when something bright and metallic caught my eye. A condom wrapper?! What kind of sane person has sex on a balcony in January!

Oh yeah, me.

I groaned and walked back inside. I noticed about 4 wrappers scattered around the bed, and as I explored more of the apartment, I saw 1 in the kitchen, 2 in the living room and one in his study, not to mention 2 empty bottles of wine on the kitchen countertop.

I am so screwed.

Well, at least we were being safe, whoever 'we' was.

A wave of hysteria washed over me as I realized I did in fact, not remember who I spent the night with.

I have to get out of here.

I ran frantically around the place, trying to find all my clothes. As soon as I had put on my hooker dress – the thing that had probably gotten me here in the first place – I threw my heels and coat on, and had my door on the handle when a silky smooth voice interrupted me.

"Bella?"

I spun around so fast and almost cried with relief when I saw Edward. Phew, it was only Edward. WHAT?!

He was standing a few feet away from me, a towel hung very low on his hips, allowing me to see the chiseled, perfect 'V' his hipbones made. My eyes slowly made their way up his chiseled six-pack abs glistening with water droplets – that made me want to lick them off – up to his broad shoulders.

God they're bloody sexy. In fact, he's pretty…damn.

I looked at up at his flawless face and had to stop myself from fainting. It looked like he had just finished shooting a hair gel commercial. His bronze hair was significantly darker from the shower, and stuck up in random directions. A single drop of water ran down his neck.

Gulp.

His brow furrowed and he looked angry. "Bella, were you…were you…going to…leave?" He looked heartbroken, and I yearned to touch him and comfort him, but then I remembered that he took advantage of me when I was drunk.

So I did the only thing I knew how.

I turned the guilt on him.

I swallowed. "What the hell is your problem?" I demanded.

He looked confused. "I don't know what you mean, Bella."

"I mean, taking advantage of me like you did last night. Getting me drunk, taking me back to your apartment when I was clearly unaware of what I was doing, and then having sex with me…5 times!" I crossed my arms and started clacking my foot against the wood. It made echoes around the huge apartment, and we stood in silence for a few seconds before his grin turned cocky.

"It was actually eight," he stated proudly, then his face soured, "and I took advantage of you? You asked me to kiss you and then practically threw yourself at me! What was I supposed to do?"

"I don't know, maybe be responsible and put me in a cab home!"

"I didn't want to hurt you feelings! Plus, we were both extremely drunk! I didn't know what, or who, the hell I was doing! It took me a moment to remember your name." My mouth hung open in shock, and his eyes widened in regret.

"Oh god, I'm, sorry Bella! I didn't-" And then I slapped him. Hard, and I looked triumphantly at the red mark I had made on his perfect face.

"You're just an arrogant prick, with a shitty personality." I whirled around and put my hand on the door handle. A grin came across my face as I thought of the one thing that would hit him harder than any insult. It was the equivalent of calling a woman ugly or fat. I turned back to him and plastered a sweet smile on my face.

"And you know what else? You have a small dick." And with that, I practically ran out of the apartment before he had a chance to say anything. I couldn't help the victorious smile that spread across my face. When I stepped out into the cold, I shivered as the freezing wind whipped around my bare legs and I started walking.

I'm brining sexy back

Them other boys don't know how to act

I think you're special, what's behind your back?

So turn around and I'll pick up the slack.

I hit the talk button. I knew straight away who it was without looking. That was his ringtone.

"Hello?" I croaked surprised at how weak my voice sounded now.

"Jeez Bella, how much booze did you drink last night? You sound worse than I do. I mean, I know its New Year's baby sis, but you could have been more responsible." My older brother's voice came thundering down the line. Of course, I was extremely hung-over, and I felt, looked, and sounded like hell; not to mention the fact that I was having a hard time not falling over.

"Call me responsible…how much was your bar tab last night?" I asked coyly, "Oops, sorry, 5 minutes ago as it's only 6:00 am in New York."

The line went silent, and then I heard his booming laughter down the phone. "Touché. You don't need to know these things. And actually, I'm kind of not in New York anymore." He got quiet at the end.

"Why? Where are you then?" I was getting worried.

He laughed. "Woah, chillax baby sis. I'm in London."

"What?" I practically screamed, "where?!"

"Ouch! Don't scream or you'll wake her, just wait a minute...oh holy fuck…okay, I'm out."

"Hold on…" I smirked, "do you remember the name of the girl you slept with last night?"

He was silent again, and then rather embarrassingly he muttered, "No."

I exploded into fits of laughter, people staring at me as I walked down the street, trying to find the nearest bus stop.

"So, did you tell this woman that you were going to ditch her in the morning, without even saying goodbye?"

"No. I woke up about 10 minutes ago; she was still sleeping, so I looked around to survey the damage. There were 2 empty wine bottles on the table, and some of her stuff was knocked around, then I started picking up my clothing that was scattered everywhere. I was getting on my pants when I heard something. I looked over to her, and she was stark naked, lying there…then she moaned again and started touching herself…it was so erotic that I got a little, uh, excited?"

"But then I saw her eyelids flutter, so I ran as fast as I could out the door, half naked, out onto the snow-covered street."

"Okay! Too much information there Em! I love you but I don't need to know everything that goes on in your life." I shuddered.

"She's smokin' Bella," he said, ignoring me completely, "long, blonde hair and these gorgeous blue eyes. Her face is perfect…and her body. If I was sober, I might have actually asked for her number," he finished dreamily, happily. My brother had always been a bit of a man whore, so this wasn't new to me. I had never gotten through to him, Alice hadn't; the only person who might be able to talk some sense into him would be Rosalie. I still had yet to introduce them.

"Will you ever grow up?" I scolded him playfully.

"Hmm, probably not." We laughed together and then I became more serious.

"So, you're in London now…why? I thought you loved New York?" Emmett had moved out to New York after completing college – with a master's degree in law from Cambridge – and started working in a trendy nightclub in NYC. It was still a mystery to me why he had chosen that major and then that career path, but it made him happy.

"Well…I kind of missed you guys. I haven't seen you, Alice or Jasper in a year. And I can't go that long without seeing my best mates, can I?" Emmett, me, Alice and Jasper – Alice's loving boyfriend of almost 2 years now – had grown up together. All throughout Junior and senior school, we had always been a group.

"Ah…so you just pack up and move to London because you miss us?" I questioned, smiling.

"That…and I lost my job."

"Why?"

"I sort of…slept with the boss?" He sounded like some poor 6 year old boy with his hand caught in a cookie jar.

I had reached the bus stop right now. I balanced my phone between my shoulder and ear and fished through my clutch for my oyster card.

"And let me guess…you need a place to stay, am I right?"

"Yes! Oh thanks so much for offering Bells! Only for a few weeks, until I get a job and a place of my own." I had to restrain myself from laughing. I'm sure Alice wouldn't mind; we had a spare bedroom after all.

"Alright. It will be just like old times." I smiled. It would be nice having Emmett around again. I had missed him so much.

"Thanks Bells…ah shit." he cursed.

"What?"

"I have her wallet in my coat pocket for some reason. Now I have to go back there."

"Well, who is it? I'd love to know the name of the girl my brother did last night."I giggled, joking. But I guess he took it seriously.

"Oh, hold on, let me get her driver's license out…apparently her name is Rosalie Lillian Hale. Pshh, Lillian? Can you believe I slept with a girl who had the middle name Lillian?" He droned on and on, but I was shaking with laughter on the inside – and paralyzed with fear. He. Had. Slept. With. Rosalie.

"So, do you want to go get a pint later? There's this great pub down by Borough Market that I've always wanted to go to."

I decided to have a little fun with him. "Sure. And how about I bring my friend Rose. You still need to meet her. You'll really like her, I can promise that."

"Sure, sure," he mumbled absentmindedly.

Just then, the bus came hurtling round the corner. A big number 9 was illuminated on the front, and I saw business people flashing their oyster cards and loading on.

"Listen Em I gotta go. Just, come round anytime after 12:00, kay? I'll see you later. Love you, bye!"

"Love you too baby sis. Hasta la vista."

"Au revoir," I smiled before hanging up.

He'd slept with Rosalie.

And he'd be seeing her tonight.

And Rose hated one night stands.

Hahaha. This was going to be interesting.

So, hope you liked the first chapter! I've already got the next one written, so I'll post that I if get enough reviews. And I have to remind you that this is OOC, but not completely. I hope you guys give it a chance. I'm uber-excited about it lol.

Thanks for reading, and don't forget to review! D

p.s did Rob look totally lickable at TCA this year or what? Lol. That boy is too delicious for his own good.