A/N: Yeah loves I know, I should be working on my other fan fictions and not starting another one, but honestly I couldn't help myself.

So I have the first chappie to show you, tell me what you think; do you love it, hate it. Whatever.

Also I would like to say if you are under 13 please leave now, this story is not for you :)

And away we go....

==========================================================================================Chapter one – Nice to meet you

Jack

"You stupid fucker!" I screamed slamming the pan on the counter. "I said fucking fish not fucking beef! FUCK! How fucking stupid are you?!"

I seriously thought about throwing the red hot pan at his face then throwing him the fuck out of my kitchen; sales were already down and then he has to shit all over the place.

"ZACH!" I screeched to my brother. "GET YOUR ASS IN HERE AND SORT OUT THIS TWAT!" My voice cracking as I screamed out.

Zachariah came floating in peacefully and gracefully as he always did, that's why these fuckers hated me so much; because my brother was queen of the fairies – literally – and was always in a good fucking mood; mostly because he got a good fucking the night before.

I sighed, thinking of my darling Cee-Cee; poor thing probably dried up and fell off.

'How longs it been?' I asked as if she was a real freaking person.

She huffed back at me, giving me an evil look. 'Too fucking long Jack, too fucking long; what happened to that nice-"

I had to cut her off or my fantasies were going to the better of me... Again.

"The ladies waiting for you sweetness." My brother sang from the pot of stock he was cooking up. "Time to tell them your hopes and dreams." He giggled.

"Fuck off Zee," I muttered flipping him off and storming out of the kitchen.

I didn't cook, to tell you the truth I was nowhere near as good as Zach was; I just owned this awesome, ass kicking restaurant smack bang in the middle of sunny Las Vegas. Zach was head chef and I was in charge of telling these fuckers what to do, I was always the one who ending up shoving a hot pan up their asses; this restaurant was my families pride and joy and there was no way I was going to let it fall into the ground because none of my chef's learnt how to fucking read.

By the time I had reached the dining area I was fuming, stupid fuckers.

You gotta focus Jack, she's just another stupid reporter trying to drag shit out of you, but you aren't going to do that are you? No. Good girl.

"Hey." I said smiling sweetly as I extended my hand.

She stood up; a fake smile plastered on her face as she reached out and shook my hand. "Kaysi Thomas, Insider magazine." She introduced herself.

"Jack Hampton." I replied sitting down, she followed suit pulling out her note pad and recorder.

She smiled. "How about we start with that name?" She said. "Why Jack?"

I snorted. "My parents hated me even before birth, so they decided to give me a boy's name." I chuckled softly. "But as you can see, I am in fact a female."

She looked a little taken back with my comment but pressed on. "Do people ever make the mistake of thinking you are a male?"

'What kind of fucking question is that?' Cee screamed in my panties. 'Whip your pants down and show her the awesomeness you got going on here.'

'Shut the fuck up, we can deck her later.' I hissed back.

I tilted my head slightly to the side and smiled. "Sometimes, but they never get hired." I winked at her.

She shifted a small laugh and moved onto the next topic. "So I hear your opening a club."

I laughed. "Word on the street is it?" She nodded. "Well, it's more of a 24 hour bar, a place where everyone can come; the rich fuckers to the homeless dudes."

"Why 24 hours?" She asked.

I thought about it, humming softly; my dad – amongst everything else he left me – left me with a dump of what was once a bar in one of the best places on the strip; he wanted me to fix it up, I wanted to tell him to fuck off and burn it down, but there was something about this place, it was special and it had spark.

"Well you see Vegas is open 24 hours a day, so I thought it would be good to have a place to go when you're pissed off cause you lost most of your money and you just need a good hard drink that doesn't cost you an arm of a leg." She scribbled as I dribble shit. "Vegas is alive at all times of the day, there are people looking for a drink before they hit the strip at night or in the evening, there are people coming leaving the strip after losing their money and then there are the drunk fuckers turning up at all hours of the day; I tell you there isn't a good place to get a drink at five in the morning."

She giggled. "You're right Jack." She agreed.

I laughed. "You sound like a Bloody Mary at," I looked at my watch. "Two-thirty in the afternoon kind of person. You want one?" I asked half looking over my shoulder to call out to the bar bitch.

She shook her head, no. "Let's get back to it shall we." I nodded, waiting for to continue. "There have been some rumours going around about why your father gave you everything and not your brother." She eyed me as I shifted in my seat. "You're twins are you not?"

I nodded. "We are, but Zach is one hour older than me; and there for entitled to everything."

"So why is it that your father did give you everything and left Zach high and dry?"

"Zach is the head chef here." I argued. She waited for me to press on; I sighed and thought of what I should say.

'Just tell them how much of a dick daddy dearest is.' Cee sighed getting bored

'Did I tell you to speak?'

I was seriously going fucking mad. "Basically my father hates the fact that his only son is a homosexual. He's a dick I know, but what are ya gonna do? Can't pick your parents, as much as you would like." I muttered the last bit.

She tilted her head slightly. "Is that it?"

"Isn't that enough? Would you like me to feed you some bullshit to make your story better?" I hissed, getting pissed off, today wasn't my 'happy day'.

"But your father-" She began.

"My father is an asshole plain and simple." I said cutting her off. "He may have given me this shit, but it didn't have half the success it has now and you want to know why? Because my brother is in that kitchen right now cooking his ass off and he is a really good fucking chef." I spat. "My father never hired him, but I did and our ratings sky rocketed. My dad was a smart man but he let emotions and personal shit get the better of him; he should have hired Zach the minute he stepped out of school, but he didn't and that was his fault, but I will not make the same mistakes."

"So what you're saying is that you're a heartless bitch and you don't let anything get in the way of business."

I nodded. "That's exactly what I'm fucking saying." I said getting up. "Thank you for your time Kaysi, I'm sure you'll have fun typing that shit up; don't add too much now will you." I winked and walked off back into my office.

I slammed the door to my office as I stalked inside; slumping down in my comfy as fuck chair I felt the need to let off a string of words that shouldn't be legal in several states. I was so fucking stressed lately and my lungs were paying the price for that; how was I supposed to open a broken down, stinky, shitty bar in less than a month, honestly I'm not a fucking super women.

"Fucking ass hole." I muttered.

"Stupid bitch." Sia giggled as she stepped into my office, she was my head waitress and the best chick you'll ever know.

I chuckled. "What can I do for you love?" I asked straightening up in my chair.

"Zach wants you; he said there was someone you needed to kill." She said softly.

I sighed. "What the fuck happened now?"

She cringed a little, knowing that I was about to explode. "Dylan might have forgotten to get the bread for tonight, so we have nothing to do the chicken in and the rolls and…" She cut herself off, just by looking at my face she knew when to shut up and when to keep talking.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck." I breathed getting out of my chair and storming out of my office. "FUCK!" I screamed as I slammed open the double doors leading to the kitchen. I pointed at Dylan, my blood red nails glistening against the bright lights. "GET THE FUCK OUT!" I screeched. "GET OUT OF MY FUCKING KITCHEN AND DON'T COME BACK!" I flung my hand around to the door, almost knocking Sia over. "You are the stupidest fucker I have ever met in my life!" I hissed. "If you weren't such a good chef I would have fired you ages ago, but this is just too far; first the fucking beef and now the fucking bread, honestly did you really think you could get away with that shit?"

He went to open his mouth to defend himself, but thought better of it.

"Get the fuck out of my kitchen, I don't want to see your face around here again, do you understand?" I growled.

He nodded and scurried off. The other chef's stared for a moment then went back to prep, only a few gave me grateful looks; this wasn't the first time Dylan had fucked up royally.

I heard a small giggle from behind me; I spun around ready to grill whoever decided it was funny to laugh at me; Zach stood behind me with the biggest shit eating grin on his face, standing next to him was the biggest dude I have ever seen in my life, I don't just mean he was tall, I mean he was tall and fucking built like a truck; this boy had some serious muscle going on.

Cee-Cee started doing a little happy dance in my pants.

Holy fuck…

"Jackie," My brother sang stepping forward. "I want you to meet your newest employee." He half turned to the dude. "Embry, this is my sister Jack, Jack this is Embry."

I raised my eyebrow, taking in the soiled muscle of the man. "So you're my new bar bitch." I said coldly.

"He sure is darling!" Zach tweeted. "Isn't he just gorgeous!?" He mused.

Embry blushed a little as he smiled at Zach; oh great, he's gay. Wonderful.

Cee-Cee cried out about the unfairness of life, I was just about to give her a stern talking to when Embry offered his hand.

"It's nice to meet you Jack." His voice gravelly, I reached out and placed my small palm into his, he shook it firmly.

'Gay guys do not shake hands like THAT!' Cee-Cee yelped.

'No they don't," I thought slyly. 'No they do not.'

"You also Embry," I said giving him my best smile. "So will you be working at La tua cantante or the dump down the road?"

Zach leaned in closer. "She means the bar." He whispered.

"He's not a fucking idiot Zach." I sighed. "Which reminds me, I fired Dylan."

Embry snickered.

"Yes, darling we heard that." Zach laughed; he opened the door leading out of the kitchen. "Shall we?"

I shrugged and walked out of the kitchen, strutting my stuff until we reached my office; I pulled out another chair for Zach next to me so he didn't have to sit next to Embry; I needed to make sure everyone knew that Zach had just as much power as I did; I might be the owner of the restaurant, but Zach was the boss.

Zach sat himself lightly in the chair, bouncing slightly in his place; he always did love good eye candy, but then again, who doesn't?

EXACTLY!

I scribbled on the note pad in front of me knowing that Zach would see it.

'He's not gay. :)'

He glared at me and snatched the pen off me to scribble down a reply.

'Not yet sweetheart. ;)'

Cee cracked up in my pants, her little laughter buzzing right through me. 'That's what he thinks.'

"Okay, let's get on with it shall we." I chimed slapping my hands together. Embry smiled softly at me. "So you have no experience what so ever?" I asked.

He shook his head. "There isn't much experience to be had at Forks."

Zach had a little giggle at this; I flicked him on the cheek. "Mind out of the gutter love." I laughed. I loved my brother; he was the only one in my family that wasn't a complete bitch.

Embry blushed again, poor kid. "What I mean is there isn't anything like this in Forks."

"I would assume not," Zach said. "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." He said with a wink.

I shook my head slowly at him. "I apologize for my brother's behaviour, it might not seem like it, but he is in fact trying to get into your pants."

Zach raised his hand. "Guilty."
Embry let off a small laugh. "I'm straight."

"He knows." I said flicking the page on Embry's resume. "Say's here you worked at a mechanical garage, tell me about it." I lifted my eyes up to look at him.

"Uhhh, I fixed cars..." He said, unsure if that was the right answer.

"So you're good at fixing things?"

"I guess so."

Zach sighed. "You can have him."

I kissed my brother on the cheek. "Lovely." I turned to Embry. "You will be my very first bar bitch; come on, we're going to Eclipse." I stood up and grabbed my bag.

"Just like that?" Embry asked shocked.

I shrugged. "Why not, learning is fun and I need someone to help me rip that bitch apart and put her back together; and it looks like that person is you."

He stood up. "Um, I guess it is; so I start now?"

"Sure do," I said extending my hand to him, he took it shaking firmly. "Welcome to Vegas baby." I winked and turned on my heel, leading him out and down to Eclipse; my beloved piece of shit.

"I like him!' Cee giggled.

Embry

Forks

"Did you pack everything?" My mum asked again.

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah mum."

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah mum."

"Ohh darling! I'm going to miss you so much!" She cried hugging and kissing me.

I swatted her off. "Jesus ma, I'll be home in like two weeks."

She wiped her eyes. "I know love, but you're still moving to Vegas, do you know how far that is?"

I laughed. "Yes mum, I know how far it is; but I'll be making enough money to come back almost every two weeks; don't worry. And besides I'm 23 years old, I'm pretty sure I can look after myself."

She nodded. "I know, but I'll miss you."

"I'll miss you too ma, but I have to go; I'll be late."

She hugged me again, my mother maybe tiny but she can sure hug. "Bye darling! Call me as soon as you get there."

I kissed her on the cheek. "Sure mum. I'll talk to you soon." I said getting into the awesome car I fixed up just to take to Vegas, a 1967 Chevy Impala; I loved it and it loved me, I wish we could imprint on cars.

I sighed as I put her into gear, I was really going to miss Forks, but this was a once in a life time opportunity, only the very best got hired to work at La tua cantante; but they were opening a new bar and I figured I could give it a go, I never thought that they would actually accept my resume. So here I was, 23 years old and ready to start a new life far away from home.

I revved the engine ready to get out of this place, Vegas here I come.

Vegas

The flight was long, the air hostess was annoying and I have a crick in my neck; I needed a shower and I needed to sleep. I looked at my watch; 2 in the morning, Vegas is still alive; although I shouldn't be surprise, it is Vegas after all.

It's a good thing that I don't have my interview until tomorrow, I can't even keep my eyes open; first things first, find a hotel; that shouldn't be too hard... Hmm, maybe I should just settle with a casino; why the fuck not.

I rounded the corner and came to the first place I saw, Caesars Palace; looks a bit pricey, but the Cullen's gave me some 'going away' money.

My door swung open. "May I take your car sir?" The valet said gesturing me out as another grabbed my bags.

"Thanks man." I said slapping a 20 into his hand.
He smiled. "Not a problem at all sir; follow him into the reception." He said pointing to the guy with my bags.

I followed taking in all the lights and sounds coming from the floor behind the massive doors; everything was so bright, everything was so big; it was amazing.

"Hello, welcome to Caesars Palace; how may I help you." A receptionist said smiling at me.

"I'd like a room thanks." I smiled back at her, still taking in all the people, everyone looked so happy.

"Is this an extended stay?"

"Umm, just until I find a place to live; I'm going for a job at La tua cantante."

"Ohhh, I just love it there; they have the best meals." She laughed. "Name please?"

"Embry Call."

She looked confused for a second. "Embry? Like the soapy?"

I nodded. "My mother was obsessed."

She giggled. "I don't blame her. Have a nice stay Mr Call," She said handing me a room key. "And if you need anything, just call down; we're on 24/7."

"I will thanks." I said.

I didn't bother looking around my room; there wasn't much point anyway, I was too tired. My lids dropped slowly as I lugged into the room; I only just made it to the bed before I passed out.

I don't think I have ever been so nervous in my life, my hands are sweaty and my head aches; maybe I should just not go, I could always turn around and go back to the casino...

No, this is a once in a life time opportunity, you can't back out now! They might be some of the riches people in the USA but they seem nice, everything is going to be fine; just remember you are what they're looking for; you'll be great.

I was almost half an hour early when I finally reached the restaurant; I didn't want to go inside and wait.

I pulled out the magazine I picked up featuring a story on the twins and decided to read it, maybe I would get a few tips.

'Zachariah and Jack Hampton aren't your average 20 year olds; being born into one of the richest families in the USA didn't stop them from shooting to fame on their own accord, building up one of the best and delightful restaurants on the strip. Their father George Hampton moved here from London, England almost 25 years ago to start what was to be one of the best restaurants of his time, La tua cantante; George retired last year leaving everything to his daughter Jack and from there the success built; after hiring her brother Zachariah as head chef the ratings went up and they recently earned a misalign star....'

Blah, blah, blah.

Maybe I should do a few blockies, or I could go across the road and get some breakfast; I weighed out the options, breakfast defiantly won.

I swung open my door and headed across the street to the small breakfast place lightly light with neon lights; to tell you the truth the bright lights sung my eyes, but I figured I would have to get used to it, or simply wear sunglasses all the time.

The place was practically empty as I moved into the small diner, taking a seat at a booth; not a moment later a waitress stood waiting to take me order.

"Hi," her thick southern accent made her seem happier. "What can I get for ya love?" She asked, her pen poised above the paper.

I glanced at the menu for a moment. "The pancake stack please and a coffee."

She winked. "Sure thing darlin', won't be a moment." And with that she was gone.

I grabbed the magazine that I was reading before and flipped it open to the page about the Hamptons, 0the waitress was by side again pouring coffee.

"Oh I know them," She mused. "The hot shots that have the restaurant across the road; let me tell you something honey, that girl is a bitch." She almost growled. "Never met someone so unpleasant in all my life, her brother however is the dearest little thing; their like complete opposites."

"I'm going for a job there." I coughed slightly on edge by her comments.

She giggled uncomfortably. "Well, I'm sure you'll be just fine love."

She didn't bother me again until my breakfast was ready and by then I have to scoff it down or I would have been late. I must admit that I was more nervous now that I had heard about Jack, the magazines had said she was a bit of a live wire with a crude mouth, but never mentioned anything about the way she acted on the job; I guess they never saw it first hand, people always change their tune when they want to, but I had a feeling that Jack wasn't like that.

It looks bigger when you're standing outside, wondering what to do; it hadn't opened yet so I wasn't sure if I just walked in there or waited for someone to come and get me; I was about to turn around and leave when I heard a small chuckle behind me.

"You must be Embry Call." The high pitched voice sounded, I spun around; waiting behind me was none other than Zach Hampton, hopefully my future boss. "Very interesting name you have darling, although who needs a name when you have a body like that." He winked at me. It was no secret that Zach was gay, but it still caught me off guard. He extended his hand. "Zach Hampton."

I placed mine in his and gave it a soft shake. "Embry Call."

He laughed. "Oh I know, I've been waiting for you; come along, you must meet my sister." And with that he danced back into the shadow of the restaurant.

I followed him slowly through the dining room, it was massive; sets of tables in perfect lines, the cutlery lined up perfectly and the table clothes a bleached white. I kept following as we rounded a corner and went passed what I assumed where offices; that was when I heard the screaming.

"GET OUT OF MY FUCKING KITCHEN AND DON'T COME BACK!" A female voice yelled so loud I thought my ears would explode.

Zach simply laughed and paused and turned to face me. "Well, looks like you're in for a little show," he giggled. "Let me show you what it's like in the kitchen love." He slowly pushed open the doors making sure they made no sound; I felt my jaw drop as I looked into the kitchen.

There is only one way to describe Jack Hampton; perfection. She was utter perfection... Well the back of her was. Her short black dress hugged every curve she had, the curves placed perfectly on her body; her hips and thighs were full and her ass was the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. The muscles on her calf's stuck out as she wore bright red stiletto, fuck me shoes; her hair was the darkest shade of red I have ever seen and curled softly over her shoulders.

Jack Hampton was sexy.

"Get the fuck out of my kitchen," she growled. "I don't ever want to see your face again. Do you understand?"

The guy she was yelling at looked like a deer caught in headlights as he scurried past Zach and I, not bothering to look back as he bolted out of the restaurant.

Zach giggled with delight which caused Jack to spin around, she looked pissed and I was sure she was going to start yelling until she realised who it was; her face relaxed slightly as she looked me up and down, I felt my cheeks growing red.

"Jackie," Zach sang as she stepped forward to meet her. "I want you to meet your newest employee." He half turned to me, I was a little stunned at his wording, but I figured it was a good thing. "Embry, this is my sister Jack, Jack this is Embry."

Gulped as I watched her look me up and down again, finally resting on my face; her eyes never touching with mine though. "So you're my new bar bitch." She said coolly as she raised a perfect eyebrow.

"He sure is darling!" Zach sang. "Isn't he just gorgeous!?"

My cheeks burned a bright red as I looked to the ground, I smiled hoping that I would offend him; Jack's face fell a little.

"It's nice to meet you Jack." I said extending my hand for her to shake, she looked at my hand for a beat then placed her small palm into mine, and I shook firmly.

"You also Embry." She said softly releasing my hand.

Yes, it was very nice to meet you.

A/N: Well what did you think?

I really like Jack; she's very good.

Your prob wondering why I chose to name the lead girl Jack, well I don't really have an answer to that expect for the fact that I think Jack could be a nice girls name.

Yes I know, I am odd.

Leave me some love :) *points down*