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EPOV

I heard her well before I saw her. Well, I assumed it was her stomping down the hall, throwing open doors in order to find where I was to rip me a new one, I guessed. The door to my room slammed open and I jumped off the desk I was sitting on, bracing myself for defense position.

She was beautiful even with her eyes flaring and her face flushed in anger.

"What is my favorite sexual position?!" she shrieked. Of course, she didn't yell at Jasper – he's just the messenger. No, she had to go straight to the source. Figures.

Um, think fast, Edward. "It's just a way to weed out ones I know wouldn't be right for me."

She stared at me incredulously. I wanted to look away, but that would either a) make her even more mad or b) show how scared she was making me. "Really? You do that based on how flexible they are in bed?"

"No, its not that," I assured her quickly. "It tells a lot about a person, so I know if I don't like the preferred position that tells actually a lot about her character, I know not to waste my time."

"You are a disgusting pig," she said sharply, each biting word full of condescension and loathing.

"Yeah, you can really sit here and judge me when you're about to be put on my TV show. To marry me!"

"You actually think I'll be doing this? I'll be disrespecting myself and all the women around the country if I went through with this."

"It's great media. People eat it up," I explained as if I were talking to a child.

"You should be institutionalized." I smiled crookedly at her comment and looked past her shoulder as Jasper and some blonde woman came into the doorway.

"Bella, I heard your charming words all the way down the hallway," the woman said sarcastically.

We all heard a loud, nasally squeaking coming towards the door and I fought the urge to duck under my desk. My biggest fan, Lauren Mallory.

"Eddie!" she called, shoving Jasper and Blondie out of the way, fighting through the doorway. "I just moved my hair appointment back an hour so now I have time to spend with you! Isn't that great?"

"I feel my brain cells dying," Bella mumbled and I fought back a laugh. At least we could agree on one thing.

"Actually, we have to finish up some show stuff, right, Edward?" Jasper asked, moving further into the room.

"Right, show stuff," I nodded as Jasper moved forward to usher Lauren out of the room while Bella and the blonde girl made no effort to move.

"Why don't they have to leave?" she whined, her face flush with annoyance.

"They need to discuss the details of a contract. You'll meet them soon enough," Jasper soothed, leading her out the door.

We all stood in the room in an uncomfortable silence. Bella leaned against a wall with her arms crossed. Blondie stood in the doorway, examining her cuticles, and I rested on the edge of the larger desk. I moved to the blonde woman and stretched out my hand. "I'm Edward Cullen," I said, giving her my dazzling smile. That was what TeenBeat called it last month, anyways.

She smiled. "I'm Bella's sister-in-law, Rosalie Hale."

"Not yet. I just might kill you for making me do this," Bella grumbled from her spot in the room. I smiled.

"Why do you hate me?"

"Because!" she snarled. I have to admit, I was a little frightened of her. "You are a womanizing man-whore person who holds no regard for women except as your little sex bunnies to use whenever you feel like it and I refuse to be one of them!"

"Womanizing man whore-person, what an insult."

"Ugh! You're infuriating! You don't even care that you cast these girls aside like used Kleenexes. You know that deep down below all that plastic surgery they have some kind of feelings, right? And you just don't care."

"So does this mean you aren't doing the show?" I felt an annoying surge of disappointment. What the hell. I brushed it away without a thought.

"Of course it means I'm not doing the show!" she practically yelled.

I didn't want to be the one to tell her the next little tidbit of information. "Well, since you agreed to the interview, you have no choice but to accept if we select you. It was all written in the contract you signed when you first walked in. Otherwise we can stick a lawsuit on you."

I think she growled. I couldn't be sure what exactly the noise was. All I know is that now Rosalie is standing between Bella and me, her arms braced on Bella's shoulders, pushing her back.

"You knew!" she cried. "You read that damn contract."

"No," Rosalie responded in a placating tone, "but I guessed it. Honey, they got you. You agreed to try it and now it just turns out that you have to go through with it. It could be worse."

"You're right! I could like him. Then it would be worse." I decided to interject.

"Yeah, I'm still in the room, so if you could save this Edward-bashing time until maybe I'm out of the room, that'd be great."

"I can knock you unconscious if that would help," Bella replied smartly.

"No thanks."

Thank God, Jasper walked back in, dragging a hand through his hair. "God, I hate that woman," he said.

"Lauren? I think she's cute." I replied, just to spite Bella. Sure enough, I looked her way and she graced me with a glare.

"Great, next time you can shove her out the door." Jasper knew I was kidding – Lauren Mallory was the bane of both of our existences. Except now maybe Bella was mine…it was too soon too tell.

Jasper was now talking to Bella and Rosalie in low voices, probably discussing her contract for the show. Or my death, by the way Bella was glaring. I chuckled to myself and leaned back down on the desk, watching the interaction. Rosalie was now talking animatedly with her hands, probably trying to strike a deal.

"But why," I heard Bella whine and laughed again. She was pouting, her bottom lip curled out as her eyes darted worriedly from Jasper to Rosalie.

It was adorable, not to mention sexy as hell. I guess the thoughts that were running through my mind were a bit more than PG, but I let them wander. I think we'd have a lot of fun if she weren't such a stuck-up bitch. Okay, that was harsh, Edward. We'd have fun if she let loose a little.

"Stop staring at me or I'll tear out your jugular," she snapped, and I looked up and saw all three looking at me, Jasper very strangely. Bella looked like she wanted to have my head served on a platter, and Rosalie just looked mildly amused, like she expected this all along. "I'm not a piece of meat, I'm a human being," she finished, the words barely pronounced through the gritted teeth.

I raised my eyebrow in interest. Only my mother ever talked to me the way she was now. Yes, very interesting.

She rolled her eyes. "You expect me to put up with this for three months during the filming? In the same house? With twenty other girls?"

"Actually, nineteen," I corrected. "And I know you'd rather it just be you and I, but honey, you have to win first."

She screeched in annoyance. "I'm going to kill you by the end of the show! God, how do you even have any fans? Oh right, they're all barely legal teenagers who think you're Gods gift to man and woman alike. It's sick, really. But pretty soon, you'll be just as washed up and overexploited as every other celebrity out there who sells themselves to the media. I hope you're ready for that."

She whipped the contract out of Jasper's hands and walked to the door. Her voice was calm as everyone looked at her in shock. "You can contact me at the hotel if you need me. You know where it is, since you placed the reservations. Sorry about that, Jasper," she added. Her gaze flickered to me and rested not even a half-second before she turned around and walked out, Rosalie trailed after her, telling Jasper thank you and a quick apology for Bella's behavior.

I turned to Jasper, "What the hell did you get me into?" She just verbally ripped out my jugular. How was I supposed to look at her again after I let her talk to me like that? I'm not cocky or full of myself, but any self-respecting person would have stood up for themselves. Even I knew that.

But no, I wasn't ready for it. Sometimes, I wondered what I was even doing. These movies, the girls, they weren't my life. Or were they? Was this really all I had become? Some meaningless flings, maybe a short-lived romance? A few blockbuster hits, raking in millions per week? Yes, this is what my life had become.

She had a point, and I didn't want to admit it, so I didn't. I shoved that and every other feeling I may have had for her at one point in the day away. The anger, annoyance, admiration, her beauty; I placed them in a box in my head and locked it.

She was just business, as usual. I would rock this TV show, get the movie role, and worm my way back into the hearts of everyone everywhere.

He just looked at me, maybe apologetically, but probably not. He knew this was what I needed. Both for my career and personally. Someone to kick the shit out of me every now and then.

"Let's just get this over with."