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I nodded, "Speaking of electronics, I got you a few other things while I was out too."

I laid the phone, laptop, and iPod on the bed and his eyes widened.

"Bella, I really can't accept all of these…" he said.

"Oh, yes you can. I expect you to. Besides, you're working for them."

"I haven't yet," he said, eyeing the electronics.

"We can change that, you know…" I said, uncrossing my legs.

Currently on College Man-

He sucked in a deep breath and walked forward until he was standing at the edge of my bed, then splayed his hands out over my thighs, bringing them down until they curled beneath my knees. I looked up at him with excitement in my eyes and felt a familiar throbbing between my legs. God, I just want to feel him on me… everywhere.

He leaned down slowly and looked me in the eyes as his hands pulled me towards him suddenly by the back of my knees. I reached out and balled his shirt in my hands to pull him down to kiss me.

"Edward," I moaned against his lips when he lowered me onto the bed. All I'd wanted since I first met the guy outside of that bar, and now I was getting it.

He reached one of his hands up and started to unbutton my navy blue dress shirt. I reluctantly tore my lips apart from his to catch my breath and he started placing open mouthed, hot kisses down my neck while the shirt fell from my shoulders. He unzipped my pencil skirt and tugged it down my legs and over my feet until it was discarded along with my shirt.

I groaned in protest when I felt his lips detach from my neck and I opened my eyes to see him kneeling up above me, getting a better view of my body.

"Like what you see?" I asked in a husky voice.

He reached out underneath my back and unclasped my bra, then slid the straps over my shoulder. I saw a smirk cross his features when my back arched up towards him, my body aching for his touch.

He tossed the bra across the room and stared at my exposed chest. His hands crept slowly over my hips and towards my breasts, running his thumbs over each of my peaks.

"God, please…" I moaned, bucking my hips up toward his.

I heard him chuckle with indecent humor as he leaned down towards my ear and started whispering, finally answering my question from before, "Apparently, not as much as you like what you see. Baby, you're not going to remember your own name by the time I'm finished with you."

I gasped when he abruptly bent down to suck my nipple in his mouth and pinch the other one in between his thumb and forefinger.

I whimpered as I felt his tongue flick against me and I fisted my hands in his hair.

"Edward!" I gasped when he bit down, sending a rush of desire to my center. God, this man knew what he was doing.

He released my breast from his other hand and stroked the skin of my inner thigh. His wrist was intentionally and frustratingly rubbing lightly against my pussy and I moaned in frustration.

He released my nipple from his mouth with a pop and looked up at me with that goddamn smirk on his face, never taking his eyes away from mine as he pressed his thumb deliberately against my clit.

My hips lifted up on their own accord towards his hand, but he pulled it away. His eyes shifted down from mine to my chest as he practically tore my panties down my legs.

"I… I want to see you too," I said breathlessly, reaching my hands up to pull his shirt over his head. He lifted his hands from their position on my sides and helped me take it off.

Damn, he was fine…

My hands ran down his chest and abs, and finally hooked themselves in the belt loops of his jeans. I pulled his hips towards mine with all the power I had, and Edward had to move his hands to either side of my face to keep from falling on me.

"Eager, are we?" he asked, finally giving me what I wanted by thrusting his hips against mine. I gasped; I was wary before about how big he would be, because I was paying for good sex, but if the monster in his jeans was any indication, I was paying for amazing sex.

All I could do was nod because of the sensations going through my body.

I let out a shaky breath and my hands dove towards his button and zipper, undoing them as quickly as my shaking hands permitted me and pulling the offensive item of clothing down his legs. I froze halfway through though.

Partly because Edward was going commando.

Mostly because that dick should have a shrine built to it. I wasn't a virgin, I knew what a cock looked like, but my God, apparently all the guys I'd been with before were small. Edward was packing, and if I hadn't already been lying down, I would've collapsed.

"Like what you see?" he whispered in my ear.

I moaned in response, not finding any words in my head accurate enough to convey what I was feeling.

He finally had some mercy on me, sliding his long fingers up my slit.

I shivered and lightly bit the skin on his shoulder to stop from screaming in frustration. What I thought was going to be a pleasurable touch… well hell yeah, it was pleasurable, but it was frustrating. He was barely even touching me.

He chuckled and roughly pushed his palm down on my center and entered two of his fingers in me.

"You're so wet, baby, you feel so good," he groaned, pumping his fingers in and out of me.

"Edward," I groaned, rolling my hips up with every push or pull of his hand.

He started rubbing maddening circles on my clit, "Cum for me," he growled.

I was absolutely powerless against his words, and saw stars when I had my first orgasm. Hey, I said I'd had sex… I never said it was any good.

"Wow… you… were right," I said in a breathy voice, "- I can't remember my own name."

He flashed me a crooked smile and kissed my swollen lips again, "Then I guess you'll have to be hospitalized, because that was just the warm up," he said, and the promise of what was to come had me moaning into his mouth. He kept kissing me slowly, twisting his hands in my hair to give himself better leverage.

I gasped when he ground his cock against my thigh.

"Do you feel how hard I am for you? How much I want you?" he asked.

I moaned and reached around him to grad his ass, using it to pull myself towards him. He eagerly obliged my silent request, stroking my slick folds with the head of his cock.

"Do you have a condom we can use?" he asked in a deep voice.

I shook my head, "I'm on the pill."

Without another word, his shrine worthy cock was inside of me. And it was indescribable.

"Oh my… ungh, holy fuck," I said all at once in a big jumble of words at the sudden onslaught of desire rushing through me.

His grip on my hips tightened as he pounded in and out of me.

"Shit," he groaned, "-you're so tight… and wet…"

I held onto his back for dear life as I felt my second orgasm approach me.

"So close," I moaned.

"Are you close, baby? Cum for me again. Think about my dick slamming into the hot, wet cunt of yours and fucking… cum around my… dick," he groaned.

I cried out and dug my fingernails into the skin of his shoulders as I came a second time, clenching around him.

His arms started shaking, and I felt his thrusts become more sporadic. After a few more thrusts, he came, and collapsed beside me, both of our chests heaving.

He looked over at me, "Have I earned my presents yet?" he asked with a chuckle.

I rolled over and started kissing his neck, "You've earned my entire life savings…"

EPOV

As I watched Bella fall asleep beside me, tucked underneath my arm, I felt absolutely… empty. I did my best to make Bella feel good because that's what I was here for. Don't get me wrong, it was fucking great sex, and the greatest sex I'd had in a long time, but that's all it was.

Bella was beautiful, and the sounds she was making were driving me wild, but the fact that I was being paid for it didn't sit well with me.

And the worst part about it? The part that disgusted me that most about the entire thing?

I enjoyed myself during the whole thing. It just felt wrong because I was doing it because of the money. I'd always been prideful about being self sufficient, but being with Bella was demeaning for me. It made me feel like less of a man, even though I knew how much she wanted me.

I knew this was the only way I was going to get my Bachelor's degree at Harvard College and then move onto Harvard Law, but for seven years? Could I do this and feel like this for seven years?

I would have to.

I looked back at Bella's beautiful face and body. This woman, she could have any man she ever wanted, including me, without payment. What confused me was why she felt the need to pay me for it. Sure, it gave me what I needed, but I would've dated Bella anyways. For free. It made me wonder what had happened to her to make her think she needed to pay men in order to be wanted. That first night when she was drunk and asked me to drive her home, I was hooked on her. Not because of her wealth, but because of her. Actually, when we were at Starbuck's, I had planned on asking her out, but when she propositioned me back at her house, I felt used.

I sighed and tilted my head away from Bella's, looking out of her window. I'd have to find a way to get over it. It was seven years of compromising myself for happiness the rest of my life. In a way, she was compromising herself too.

Almost worse than the entire arrangement, I missed Emmett. I didn't like that I had to choose between my brother and my future, but I knew I had to do what was right for me in the long run. I was hoping that he would understand and accept my decision, but he was Emmett, and I hadn't seen his be understanding of anything since 2007.

I tightened my arm around the only human being in the world that wanted me around.

And she only wanted me for sex.

EBEB

I was always a morning person. When I was younger and still lived with my parents, my dad and I would wake up early, like four AM early, and go for runs together. Sometimes, when I was upset, I'd wake up that early and go for runs, pretending he was still here with me.

Which was probably why I was out running at 5 in the morning, trying to avoid all of my problems. Running was always a good way to let out all of my anger.

I sighed and realized I should be getting back pretty soon. Bella would probably flip a bitch if I wasn't there when she woke up.

I turned back around and followed the road back to Bella's house and wondered what time it was. I needed a watch, but from the looks of the light, it was only around six.

No woman as pampered as Bella would ever get up at six. Except maybe if she were flying to Paris for some fancy shopping spree on her private jet. I realized that her having a private jet wasn't out of the realm of probability.

I turned back onto Bella's road and saw the lights off. She wasn't up. Good.

For some reason, I felt like I'd be punished if she knew I was gone. I was about to go back into the house when I saw Marcel out on his porch reading a book.

I jogged up to him, "Hey, Marcel, what are you reading?" I gave him a smile

He smiled up at me, "Just some Dean Koontz to satisfy my horror craving, Mr. Rochester."

I rolled my eyes, "I thought I asked you to call me Edward."

He nodded and sipped some of his tea, "That you did, but Ms. Swan wouldn't approve, I'm afraid."

I chuckled, "'Ms. Swan' doesn't have to know, Marcel."

"Edward," Bella's clipped voice came from behind me.

I inwardly groaned, "What is it, Bella?"

She walked up to us in one of her silk robes, "Don't associate yourself with the help," she looked distastefully at Marcel and took my arm, "-and Marcel, please do refrain from distracting people I know."

I frowned at her and sent an apologetic glance to Marcel. I didn't know she would yell at him.

"I apologize, Ms. Swan, it won't happen again," he sighed.

Bella tugged me from his porch and towards her house.

She sighed as we walked inside, "I don't know why you feel the need to talk to people beneath you."

I clenched my hands into tight fists, "They might be beneath you, or however you see it, but they're definitely not below me. If anything, I am below him. I don't know how you can say that, and yet talk to me like I am worth something, when you treat Marcel like someone you just met off of the street."

She huffed and stormed up to me, pointing her finger in my chest, "You better learn to watch your place."

Right. I'm the help too.

"Of course, Ms. Swan," I said.

"Do you want to go to college?" she asked.

"Of course I do."

"Then you better start to respect me."

I was about to snap back with some smart remark, but I was already treading on some thin ice. As much as I hated to admit it, Bella decided how things were going to happen, and she controlled my future. And as much as I didn't want to, I did have to respect her.

"I'm sorry," I said and took a deep breath, "-you'll have to excuse my behavior, I'm really not used to all of this."

"I'll let it pass this time, but don't engage in future conversations with the people I pay. I need to maintain a reputation, you know."

She paid me. I still didn't understand how it was any different talking to me than talking with any of the other people she paid.

With that, she ended the conversation by calling Joana over to make us breakfast.

"Isn't it a little… inconsiderate to wake her up at six in the morning just so that we can eat breakfast? I mean, we could probably have cereal…"

She laughed, "Edward, there's so much for you to learn. When you're as rich as I am, you don't have to eat cereal," she talked about my usual breakfast of choice like it was dog food, "-and it isn't inconsiderate, she's being paid."

God, she thought it was okay to treat people however she wanted as long as she was paying them.

Don't worry, Edward. Only seven more years.

"I was thinking that today we could go out."

"Out?" I asked.

She nodded, "Out. I hope you don't mind, but I took a look through your bag the other day."

Of course. How could I possibly mind someone looking through my bag?

"Oh," was all I could say.

"I wanted to go get you some things. You hardly have anything in this house to call your own, and if you're going to be living here for the next seven or eight years, then you'll need some possessions of your own, don't you think?" she asked, taking a bite of the delicious French toast Joana made.

"Um… you already got me the clothes and the electronics, I hardly think I can accept-"

Before I could finished, she laid one of her polished hands on mine, "Edward, you'll have to get used to living a life of luxury. Spending money doesn't mean anything to me, and it shouldn't to you either."

I resented her attitude. I spent the past four years having to count pennies.

"Okay," I said, choosing not to argue with her again. I needed that money, "-so… um, where are we going to go?"

She rolled her eyes, "That's up to you. We'll have Marcel drive us around to wherever you want to go, and then we'll go inside and get you whatever you want. Simple system. Oh, and before I forget, here," she said, handing me both a credit card and a key.

I raised an eyebrow at her and she shrugged, "No big deal. Just in case you ever need something and I'm not there, you can use this. There's no spending limit. And that's a key to the house."

I was surprised. I half expected her to have a voice operating lock system.

"So we can leave whenever you're done with breakfast. I'm kind of full," she said, wastefully dumping the remains of her breakfast in the trashcan, "-so I'm going to go get ready."

"Okay."

She went upstairs and I stared at the trashcan with distain. She had no idea how hard I worked to put food on the table, and she wasted an entire meal. It sickened me. On any given day in the past four years, I would've eagerly eaten everything that was left on that plate, and I knew that there were others who would kill to have the luxury Bella had.

Suddenly, I wasn't so hungry anymore either, but instead of throwing my food away, I put it in the fridge for later. I knew there was only a small probability that I would go back and eat it, but it felt better than just throwing it away.

I walked upstairs to the third floor and walked into Bella's bedroom and to the closet she had let me use.

I picked out a pair of designer jeans and a plain white shirt. Even though the jeans I had chosen were made by a designer I couldn't pronounce the name of, it was the most casual thing in the closet. That day when Marcel and I were shopping, I hated every minute of it. Although it felt good to have some new clothes, no man liked shopping. Except for Marcel, that is…

I shrugged and walked into the giant bathroom, setting my clothes on the counter and turning on the shower. I shed my clothes and folded them neatly atop the dirty clothes basket for Joana. I still felt bad that she was doing my laundry, even though she was being paid.

While I was waiting for the water to warm up, Bella walked into the bathroom and licked her lips when she saw me.

"Well don't you look sexy," she said, curling her fingers in my hair and pulling me down to kiss her. Her breath hitched when I ran my tongue along her bottom lip and wrapped my arms around her.

Fuck, I might hate the fact that I was losing my dignity by doing this, but I could start getting used to having sex and making out with this woman.

I tightened my arms around her and pulled at the silk tie that was holding her robe together, sliding it off of her shoulders and letting it fall to the floor.

I felt the heat from the shower and pulled back from Bella, "We're wasting water…"

She shrugged and leaned up to kiss me again, "Who cares? Edward, I'm naked and hot for you, and all you can think about is being wasteful?"

I care. I used to have to struggle to pay my water bill.

I kissed the side of her neck, "After we get back from shopping, okay?"

She groaned, "Fuck, if I didn't believe in consensual sex… for future reference, though, please don't turn me on if you don't intend on following through," she huffed, pulling away from me.

I tried not to look down at her body so that I wouldn't get carried away. Marcel was probably waiting downstairs and I wasn't keen on being more wasteful than I already was.

I did have a smirk on my face as I stepped in the shower, "Oh, believe me, baby, I intend on following through."

I heard her groan and then go about her business. Out of habit, it was a quick shower. After I dried off and got dressed, I waited for Bella to finish downstairs. Marcel was already there, and I felt guilty for what happened. I almost had the urge to apologize and make it up to him, but I realized that I'd be making it up to him by not saying anything at all.

Instead, I gave him an apologetic smile and sat down on the couch next to my bag and took out my favorite book.

Ever since the accident in 2007, I relied on books. It was like jumping into another world and escaping your inner demons… which I sadly had a lot of. Books were the only thing I knew that could make absolutely everything bad disappear for a while.

I read for about thirty minutes before Bella came downstairs. She was wearing a revealing skirt and a black lace bra. I know because you can see it from the white tank top she was wearing.

"What the fuck are you wearing?" I asked. I felt a surge of possessiveness shoot through my veins. I didn't want anyone seeing her like that.

She rolled her eyes, "Edward, come on. I'm a twenty-two year old girl, I'm going to dress like one."

I frowned but she leaned up towards me ear, "But keep that attitude, you're turning me on…"

She backed up and winked, walking out to Marcel's limo. I stayed back to calm myself down. I was having a little party in my designer pants, if you know what I mean. I took a deep breath and followed her out to the limo.

"Where am I taking you two today?" Marcel asked after we both got in the limo.

Bella looked to me with both of her eyebrows raised.

I gulped, not really knowing what to say. There wasn't anything that I really needed, there were a bunch of things I wanted, but I would never ask for them… The look on Bella's face told me it was okay to get anything I wanted to. I said the first thing that came to mind.

"The library?"

Bella smiled, "Take us to Powell's Book Store, okay?"

Marcel nodded and shut the door.

"If you like books, this will be heaven for you. Powell's has different floors and what seems like thousands of books. My dad used to take me there when I was little."

I hadn't heard anyone say 'dad' in a while, and I was reminded of my own. I frowned.

"Anything wrong?" she asked.

I shook my head, "Of course not. I'm excited," I looked up at her with a smile on my face.

"Good, I'd like to add some books to my library."

"You have a library?" I asked interestedly.

She nodded, "Yes. It's on the second floor of the house. I don't read anything in it, ever, because I'm not a book person, but my dad wanted it for me," she rolled her eyes, "-something about me becoming a better person and all that."

So even her rich father knows she is kind of a bitch.

I was thankful for the newfound information though, I could just see myself getting lost in there for hours and hours. But hearing what she was saying, I realized I hadn't even looked around her house yet. I barely even knew what most of the rooms looked like.

"Do you have a piano in there too?" I asked. Books and music? That would be amazing. Two things I love dearly all wrapped up in the same room.

She shook her head, "Why, do you play?"

I shrugged, "I used to."

"We'll go out and get you one today. Would you like that?" she cocked her head to the side and laid her dainty hand on my knee.

I think she could see my answer in my eyes. Maybe I could make this whole thing enjoyable if I had some enjoyable things along for the ride.

That's what she's been trying to tell you, dipshit.

EBEB

I ended up staying for five hours at Powell's (which was really a magnificent place) because when we left to go to some specialty piano store, it was already twelve o' clock. Books were the only thing I really cared to indulge in, so I actually took Bella up on her offer to buy me anything I wanted, and I bought forty-seven books.

That should hold me off for about a month.

And I hadn't thought Bella was serious when she offered me a piano. I mean, I hadn't played since 2007.

But she was serious, and we bought a baby grand that I secretly named Cheshire. Yes- after the cat. I know it's slightly immature, but it felt nice to have a piece of my childhood with me in the form of a piano. Most kids shied away from Alice in Wonderland, saying it freaked them out, but I always liked it.

She told me that the books and the piano were gifts for the sex we were going to have tonight. Damn, wasn't the money enough? I felt like a puppy who got a biscuit for every trick it did.

I was slightly put off today though, because everywhere we walked, men were leering at Bella. I knew that if she had been my girlfriend, and if she weren't paying me, she definitely wouldn't be walking around looking like that.

It was lunch time by the time we were done shopping for miscellaneous things that made me happy, and Bella decided we would have seafood at this place called Jake's.

"Ms. Swan," the hostess said enthusiastically, "-how lovely to see you here again! We've missed you."

"Likewise, Janelle," she said without meaning as we walked over to a table. This place looked really fancy, and I was almost worried to sit in the chairs for worry of wrinkling the material.

We ordered our food and Bella looked over to me and bit down on her lip. I groaned inwardly, if she didn't want me to bend her over this table and fuck her right now, then she better stop being so damned seductive. It would be difficult what with the outfit she was wearing.

"Tell me about yourself, Edward," she said.

I blushed, "What do you want to know?"

She shrugged, "Things… your last name, what kind of a lawyer you want to be, things like that."

"My last name?" I asked. Somehow, it felt like a personal question. And just like I lied to Marcel, I'd have to lie to her.

She gave me an amused look, "Yes, unless that's something you can't disclose?" she asked, sipping her iced tea.

"Rochester," I lied. I didn't know why I did that… my last name was Cullen. I just didn't want her to know so much about the real me. It just felt like the Edward that was with her right now wasn't the Edward that was inside me.

Edward Rochester was an… alter ego, if you will.

"Edward Rochester…" she smiled as she said my 'name'. she swirled her finger around the chilled rim of her iced tea glass and looked up at me from under her lashes.

I nodded, "Yes. And I want to go into human rights," I said truthfully. After what happened in 2007, I wanted to fight for people that didn't have the means or opportunities to fight for themselves.

She nodded, "Any particular reason why?"

Shit, I'd have to lie again, "No."

"Okay… hmm, are you the kind of guy that likes to watch sports?"

I shook my head truthfully, "No. I'm really not a sports person. Sometimes, I watch the important games with Emmett, but not much else."

"Who's Emmett?" she asked curiously.

My back stiffened. Couldn't she ask me any questions I could answer truthfully?

"Just a friend of mine that I met back in high school."

She nodded, "Anything else I should know about?"

Probably that I'm a lying fucker who only answered one of your questions truthfully.

"No," I lied again.

So Edward's a liar… hmm. Sounds like he has some inner demons to battle out. But then again, so does Bella. We've got a LOT of story ahead of us. You guys sure you're ready for it?

So, I didn't plan on writing this today, it just kind of happened because I was so high off of your delicious reviews. I love you guys ; )

Chapter question-If you could change lives with anyone for a day, who would it be and why? (and don't lie to me like Edward Rochester!)

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