*peeks up from behind a rock*

Hello? Is anybody there? Please don't hate me. I know I left you guys with a big cliff-hanger but I promise you that this chapter will make up for that. I had some exams during this week and had no time to write. I know I should post another chapter but real life at the moment is stressing me out, so I'm sorry guys.

Disclaimer: Everything and anything twilight related belongs to Stephenie Meyer

Song Rec: Alone Together – Fall Out Boy

E-Pov

Kind.

Pretty.

Generous.

Sarcastic.

Clumsy.

Down to earth.

Intelligent.

Beautiful.

Petite.

Stubborn.

Cute.

Delicate.

Radiant.

Wonderful.

Stunning.

The list could go on forever as far as I was concerned but my mind quickly replaced it with a one of my favourites; the night I meant Bella Swan. The night where all my problems from work we're washed away by one look of the luscious, chestnut brown lock of hair, that I came to terms with as soon as I stepped foot into the Joe's Bar.

I remember sitting at the back while she was up at the bar with two guys sat next to on each side; one in particular looked like a bear as his muscles clearly protruded out of his white tans top.

Throughout the time I sat just staring at her back, I had probably drunk 4 pints of beer but I didn't recall that was what had made me get up and go talk to this beautiful brunette. I guess both of the men that she was with and disappeared as if this was meant to happen, I was supposed to introduce myself.

Once she had turned to her right she said, "Emmett can we please leave, I -".

Realising that I wasn't "Emmett", she stopped herself and stared. I on the other hand, smiled and tried to create some coherent speech but nothing came, nothing came because I was hypnotised by her pools of brown chocolate eyes that insisted that it was going to drown me and I would let it.

I knew that the silence between us had extended a bit too long as she started to turn away, but I quickly said - worrying whether the beer was going to make me say anything stupid-"Has anyone ever told you that you have the most beautiful brown eyes?". There it was. The beer was making a special appearance.

Just my luck.

The night continued to consist of just that; me making regretful comments under the influence of alcohol and her being the most patient person for having to put up with me.

Knowing that I was suffering, my subconscious mind changed my thoughts to Bella's front door. A hugest grin quickly formed after that thought as I sat in my office looking out over the busy streets, the yellow sea of cabs, and the many advertisements that continued to distract the tourists as they had no clue that they were being pick pocketed; through my floor to ceiling windows.

Bella wasn't like most women. She had this thing about her that made her...Bella. Even though she was surrounded by the constant smell of beer and sweat for 3 hours she still managed to smell like strawberries.

It was what had made me do whatever she said.

Memorising Bella on her living room floor whilst having intoxicants in my body was a difficult job as my vision was getting blurry. But the moment he soft lips we're on mine everything became clear; everything. I never knew another human beings lips could fit perfectly into mine as if they were designed specifically for me.

The spark intensified between us as she moaned into my mouth which had made me bite on her lower lip ever harder. This continued to happen all night: kissing, moaning, removal of clothes, which at first had been difficult and awkward because of the alcohol; kissing against the door, kissing on the couch and then we were tangled in each other on the floor opposite her unlit fireplace.

Heaven.

Although, the way that she had reacted this morning hurt. A lot.

It was like she had reached into me and ripped my own heart out...maybe I'm being a bit melodramatic, but that what it felt like.

I thought she was just teasing me, therefor the reason why I kept bringing her closer to me. Even when she had shouted, it made the game that much enjoyable.

But she wasn't teasing; she was serious.

When I was told to get out my Bella, who I knew deep down was feeling hurt and furious, I couldn't leave her in the state.

Having the element of surprise in my favour, I walked back to her and told her that she was important to me; this wasn't going to be one of those one night stands where we'd part ways, I was staying.

Then I kissed her. The surprise look on her face slowly melted away as she placed her hands behind my neck and stood on her tiptoes.

At first I was just giving her small little pecks, but I couldn't take it any longer, and deepened the kiss by sucking on her bottom lip; the one that I recently noticed that was always trapped between her teeth.

She tugged on my hair and that's when a moan escaped from my mouth.

She pulled away almost immediately and looked as if she was disgusted with herself.

I couldn't leave her. I didn't want to leave her...but I had to.

I left, knowing that she did feel something for me, she kissed me back for Christ's sake. That must mean something.

Knock, Knock

A sharp knock at my door told me that I had to get my head out of cloud 9 and back into my office, as well taking care of junior. I hesitantly looked over to my clock which told me it was 8:20am in big bright red dashes that cleverly made up the numbers. The work day hadn't even begun and there was already a problem. From the way that the person behind my 5ft wooden doors knocked, I knew it could only be one person; Rosalie.

"Come in", I shouted.

Rosalie was one person you didn't want to mess with; playing with fire is dangerous. You didn't want to upset or she would make your life a living hell.

Almost everyone at work feared her except my sister Alice. Alice always knew when to push her buttons and went to just talk to her.

I, on the other hand, try to stay out of her line of vision but it's impossible to do that since I'm her boss which means she reports to me. On some occasions when we meet I don't feel superior against her more like inferior and her confident stance makes it all the worse.

Even though I had known Rosalie for 5 years now and she was one of my friends, I was still scared shitless by her.

She walked in, her 4inch heels leaving imprints on my carpeted floor, "Good morning Edward".

She sat herself down on my black leather sofa as if she was in desperate need of a break at the beginning of her work day.

"Good morning Rosalie"

Today she wore a burgundy dress that stopped halfway down her legs. It was the killer queen look.

I swear to God, she has fifty million dresses in her wardrobe that allows her to come into work with a different dress every day. I can't even afford a new Armani suit for every week. How the hell does she do it?!

"Edward?"

"Edward?"

"Edward!"

After having a mini heart attack from Rosalie screeching my name out, she got my attention.

"Sorry, I didn't get any sleep last night", I said trying to keep my face straight. Rosalie could always tell when a person was lying. Always.

Well I wasn't really telling a lie, I didn't get any sleep but she doesn't need to know who deprived me of my sleep...

"Anyways, the reason why I came up here, instead of calling you, is that I want you to remember that there will be a new intern on your team, starting this morning and you'll be the one to show her around and make her feel welcomed"

"And why couldn't you just tell me other the phone?"

"Because I know you Edward Cullen. Without having your full attention whatever I say goes in one ear and comes out the other"

"That's not true I'm a great listener"

It was true.

"Are you now? If your such a great listener", she drowned out sarcastically, "Then what is the interns name?"

Oh shit.

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"That's what I thought!" she huffed and turned around to walk out.

"Rosalie, wait. Umm...what is the intern's name?"

She laughed slyly.

She turned back around and walked out my door without shutting it.

God! She was such a child sometimes

Glancing over to my clock it was 9:00am; work didn't start for another half an hour.

Thanking God, for that extra half an hour, I sat down at my desk and quickly and anxiously started to look for this interns file on the computer.

After endless clicking on the files that let to nothing—I seriously need to have organise all this one day—I came across a file that read, "Interns 2013".

I wish I had someone else to share my small victory with instead I fist punched the air.

But sooner or later my wide grin wasn't so wide anymore. The intern, that had been chosen to work on my team, file came up.

I thought that the alcohol in my system was playing tricks on me as I took a double take.

No matter how much made sure that I had clicked on the right folder, the same exact content presented itself on my screen.

In big black bold letters it said, "Name: Isabella Sawn"

And to prove it was the Isabella that I had met last night there was a picture of her, with those same brown eyes threatening to drown me, but were covered by thick black glasses.

This was going to be one hell of a something when she steps though those doors.

My mood escalated from depression, at the thought I would never get to meet Bella again, to total happiness that I was going to see her again in exactly 15 minutes.

BAM! Bet you didn't see that coming!

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