Good morning my loves…I wanted to take a quick moment to say thank you to everyone taking the time to read and review, you guys make my day with your comments and desire to see Edward tortured.

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As always Twilight isn't mine…on with the show!

Chapter 2

Edward's POV

Song for chapter:

OMG by Usher

My move from Forks to Orlando was something I had been planning for over two years.

My father, Carlisle Cullen, had passed away suddenly of a heart attack, leaving me alone in this world. He was an honorable man… someone I looked up to and someone I will live the rest of my life trying to make proud.

My mother had walked out on us when I was five and never looked back…not that I needed her…he was all I needed. I was taken care of, fed, clothed and loved above all else. As a child I wanted for nothing and it was all thanks to that man.

After the tragic loss of my father and best friend, I found myself feeling lost and desperate to get away and start over fresh. Orlando was an eye opener for me and a huge change in more ways than one.

Happily, I would say that all the dreams I had never acknowledged for myself or knew I wanted, came true.

One of my first priorities when I arrived was finding work in my field and with a good company…I wanted something that would provide growth and paid right. Business acquaintances of my father and an old boss had spoken highly of the Swan's company and the work they were set to begin on the city's new high rise, high end buildings, in the downtown area.

"Look for Swan Construction and Designs when you get into town and become settled," my old boss, James Hunter, said as he dropped me off at the airport. "I'm good friends with the family as me and Senior went to high school together...I'll put in a good word for you kid."

The man was a saint, even though I was leaving him in a sudden bind. Despite being now down one foreman, he still stood by me and my decisions to leave. I felt suffocated in Forks and wanted to see the world...well, at least somewhere warm and sunny.

Florida, in general, was the poster child for warm climate, constant structural changes and trends.

Construction of high rise condos and beach front properties could be seen all along the sunny coast. There was just so much potential for growth and with that growth, came the possibility of me one day opening up my own construction company.

Within the first few days I had secured an apartment and car close to the Metro West area. The money my father had left me in his insurance was just enough to hold down the fort for a while.

Securing a meeting with the current owners at Swan construction was easier than I originally had thought it would be. I guess James truly had meant what he said, because they were as excited to meet me as I was to start working with my hands again.

Dressing in my best pair of black slacks and dress shirt, I headed over to their most recent site and came face to face with my personal demon. At first I thought she was the boss' secretary and made the mistake of undermining her when I asked for Emmett.

To my defense, he is who I had dealt with over the phone...never knowing he was her brother and business partner. She looked as if she should have been in Victoria Secret's pack of angels, not on a sweaty, testosterone filled construction site.

Her eyes narrowed and my cock grew stiff.

Hands on hips and I growled lowly.

Finger poked my chest as she unleashed her fury… and I was hers.

"Who the fuck do you think you are, speaking to me in that condescending tone?"

Her voice was rough with barely contained anger...simply beautiful.

"I'm speaking to you, gorgeous. Now why don't you be a good secretary and bring me the big dogs around here, so we can talk shop." The fire blazed and her hand rose as if to strike me, but she was interrupted by the booming laugh coming from the doorway.

"Bella...don't hit the new employee before he clocks in... wait till he's on the clock before you torture his ass." More laughter ensued and this time it came from the angel before me.

"So he's the one James referred to us and swore was worth his weight in gold?" I nodded and the man I could only assume was Emmett, agreed. She watched me with her pools of melted honey and sized me up…so fucking hot and tempting.

l didn't quite understand why her boss would ask for her opinion on the matter, but as long as she was checking out my goods and smiling that devilish grin...I didn't care.

"You're hired...ready to become my bitch, pretty boy?" Sinful as fuck voice had me entranced, but as she leaned forward and rewarded me with a small peek down her shirt and a nip to my lip…I couldn't wait.

"Does being your bitch mean you spank and tie me up, Angel?" She laughed...a deep sound from within, warming my every pore and making my hands itch to reach out and touch her.

I bet her taste is sweet and sinful...heaven and hell rolled into one.

Licking her lips, she whispered my name and my hands shot out to bring her to me. Heat… indescribable heat filled my veins and burned me as she pressed her softer and smaller form against my hard and muscular flesh.

My own lips traced the shell of her ear and breathed her in...she squirmed and let out a low heart stopping moan.

"I'll be here at 7a.m. tomorrow and will be desperately awaiting your every command... bring it baby. Now the real question is, can you handle me by the time we're through?" This time her moan wasn't low and Emmett laughed.

"Seems you might be the one fucked, sis...Edward seems to be just what you need." My eyebrows shot up at his comment of 'sis.'

Fuck me, she's the boss?

"Yes...you did," was her only reply as she untangled her fingers from my shirt and straightened out her hair. Guess I said that out loud… my ears suddenly began to heat up knowing this, but I refused to look away…her hold on me just couldn't be denied.

Once presentable, she cat walked on out of the small portable office, leaving me alone with a huge bulking man, who could barely contain his amusement.

"Shouldn't you be kicking my ass for manhandling her or speaking to your sister that way?" If it would have been reversed, and he was perving on mine, I would have decked him and strung him up by his balls.

"Nope." Huge grin.

"Why is that?" Curiosity was a bitch.

"Easy...if she didn't want it, you would have been laid out on that floor, missing a few limbs now. She can take care of herself, pretty boy."

"But she's so tiny and cute and sexy?"

"And she also holds a black belt in kickboxing." I think I jizzed my pants.

"Fuck!"

"Trust me...if she didn't like it, you wouldn't be here, and I've learned my lesson. Unless she asks for my help...I don't get involved...I love my nuts too much." Both our hands reflectively lay over our jewels as we grimaced.

"Look...Emmett, right?" He nodded. "I need this job and don't want to start off on the wrong foot...honestly, I didn't know and she was egging me on. I thought she wanted to play, so I played."

"Relax bro...If we thought you wouldn't work out, she wouldn't have hired you regardless of who referred you...plus, I think this could be fun. Isabella needs to meet her match and I think you could be it...I have a feeling you are, or could be, what she needs...trust me."

So after filling out the perquisite forms and giving them copies of both my license and social security card, we closed up shop and headed back out towards the makeshift parking lot.

"Be here at seven tomorrow and bring her a cup of coffee and a bagel with cream cheese...she'll love you for it." He really was a cool guy and I was excited to be working with his team this first week.

"Should I write Mistress Swan on the cup?" Another boisterous laugh broke out from him.

"You will be perfect Cullen...just perfect… for my uptight sister."

"I hope so, cause Shorty has me twisted."

And that was our just first encounter, but surely not the last...over the next three years I was enticed, tortured, and flirted with without any mercy on my poor aroused psyche.

Each time was worse than the last, yet just as insanely satisfying. Who knew the games we once played would be my door to happiness and ultimately, my greatest down fall? I didn't…well, not until this week.

This week truly showed me just how cruel my Angel could be.

See you in the morning!

Massy