I do not own Twilight or the characters, they are owned by the talented Stephenie Meyer.

Hello! and welcome to Hate What You Do To Me! The second story that i am currently working on.

Also, I am so happy with the death threats I have received. Pitch forks was the best. They give me warm fuzzies. Is that bad?

Glad most of you seemed to like the fact that Jasper and Bella dated. It was different and I liked it as well. I'm not the biggest Jacob fan, so I didn't want to go that route. Team Edward!

As always, let me know what you think of this chapter. Bella is still resisting, she's stubborn. Sorry, she's proabaly going to have her walls up for awhile.

Hope you like! Please review and let me know if you want to read more.

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Breaking Down

After a few minutes of trying to figure out just were in Chicago she was, and then trying to hail a cab, Bella was finally on her way home. Hopefully she would be able to put this nightmare behind her, and hopefully he would do the same. However with the way he was acting she wasn't sure that was going to happen.

Bella paid the cabbie and trudged up the three flights of stairs to her apartment. Finding her keys she opened the door and slammed it shut, throwing her purse and keys on the table next to the door.

Rosalie turned around the corner. "Hey Bella, welcome…..home… Hon, are you ok?" Rosalie asked as she took in the state of her roommate and best friend.

"No. I am not ok. My brain feels like it is trying to pound its way out of my skull, my eyes are bleeding, I feel like crap, and oh yeah, I'm filled with the cum of a guy I hate. How was your night?" Bella ranted as she stumbled into the kitchen in search of some crackers and aspirin.

Rosalie's eyes widened. "Damn! So, how was he?"

Bella rolled her eyes. "Tell me Rose. What happened last night? How did I end up in bed with Cullen?"

"You don't remember?" Rosalie asked. Bella shook her head. "Well, you kind of attacked him on the dance floor."

"Shit! I do remember some of it. How bad?" Bella asked as she filled a glass with water and popped the aspirin in her mouth.

"Sorry babe. After Jasper left you two headed to the bar and started knocking back tequila like it was water. You were toasted by the time he carried you to the dance floor, he wasn't as bad, but he was pretty drunk by then. He steady you and tried to take his hands away, but you grabbed them and started running them around your body," Rosalie explained as she tried to keep the smirk from her face. It wasn't working.

Bella's eyes were wide as she stared in shock. This was not happening. She did NOT put the moves on Cullen. "Did I really kiss him first?' Bella asked, her voice low as she stared at the counter top, begging for it not to be true.

"You attacked him after you let his hands go."

"Oh my god!" Bella screamed.

"Just admit it Swan. You are attracted to him and you had fun last night," Rosalie demanded as she smiled at her friend.

"Ok, I'll admit that I am attracted to him and that sex with him is the best I have ever had. Happy?"

"You remember the sex that well?" Rosalie asked. Bella's face turned crimson. "Oh shit! You fucked this morning?"

"I… he…I don't know how it happened. One minute we were arguing the next second he was inside me. It was surreal. I've never experienced something like that."

"That sounds hot! Did you cum?" Rosalie asked in excited curiosity.

"Rose! Ugh! Yes," Bella huffed, her cheeks now flaming red.

"Tell me you're going to do him again."

"Enough!" Bella yelled as she threw her arms up in the air and turned to walk out of the kitchen. "I'm going to bed. My head is splitting."

"Sweet dreams," Rosalie taunted.

Bella walked down the hall to her bedroom and entered, closing the door behind her. Walking over to the windows she shut the blinds and crawled into bed. Her head was pounding and she had the slight feeling that the room was moving. After a few restless minutes Bella drifted off to a deep sleep.

A few hours later she woke with a start, a vague feeling of hands and lips still haunting her skin. Slowly she rose from the bed and headed to her bathroom to jump in the shower. There she was confronted with several reminders of the previous night's activities. She stared silently as she looked into the mirror, her fingers lightly tracing a very angry double crescent mark on her shoulder near the base of her neck.

What shocked her more was that it wasn't the only mark she saw forming on her body. Small bruises littered her shoulders, neck, and chest. Several could be found on the inside of her thighs as well. She shuddered at the memory of Edward nipping at her flesh, the images making the heat pool between her legs.

The bruises didn't concern her, she bruised very easily. What concerned her was the reaction she had to the thought of the one who marked her.

After showering she toweled off, threw on a robe, and headed back out to the kitchen that was aglow with the afternoon sun.

"How are you feeling?" Bella heard Rosalie call from the living room.

"Better. Need food," Bella responded as she opened the fridge.

"There's some pizza in the fridge if you don't want to make anything."

"When did you order that?" Bella asked. There was a pause. Rosalie didn't pause. Bella titled her head out to the living room and found Rosalie smiling. Huh. That was odd.

Bella reached into the fridge and pulled out the pizza. Her eyes scanned over the delivery receipt and she could swear she saw the name 'Cullen', but it was probably just her mind playing games. Suddenly she threw the lid back down and re read the receipt. It did say 'Cullen'.

Bella smirked. "Rosalie?"

"Hmm?"

"So, is Emmett hung? I mean a guy that big, hopefully he would be big there as well," she observed as she walked to the living room carrying a bottle of water and a plate of pizza.

Rosalie was grinning from ear to ear. "Oh, yes, he most definitely is."

"When were you going to tell me?"

"Once you slept your hangover off. We're going out again tonight for a first date."

"Well, Emmett seems like a good guy. Have fun tonight."

"Are you going to hold yourself up in here per usual?"

"Damn Skippy, I am. Going to apply for some jobs so that I can get away from Cullen as fast as possible."

"Are you sure that's what you want?" Rosalie questioned with a smirk.

"Give it a rest, Rose," Bella begged.

"Is that…..did he….bite you?" Rosalie squinted to get a good look at a bruise that had formed on her neck.

Bella sighed. "Oh, and I have to figure out how I am going to cover up these." With that Bella opened up the top part of her robe and displayed the purple and yellow spots that had formed.

Rosalie's eyes widened. "Holy shit! You had to have had a good time last night."

Bella slouched back into the couch. "I'm just going to forget the whole thing happened.

"Your loss, babe. Well, I better start getting ready. Emmett said he would be here at five."

"Ok. I'll be holding up in my room when he comes. I really don't want to see any Cullen's at the moment, even Emmett," Bella expressed before chomping on a piece of the double pepperoni pizza.

Rosalie didn't return Saturday night and it was late into Sunday when she did arrive. Bella spent the rest of the weekend applying for jobs and trying not to think of Edward Cullen. Odd flashes of heat through her body when memories of their evening kept peeping through bringing him to the forefront. Sunday night she searched through her closet for something that would help cover up his marks before heading to bed.

Monday morning rolled around, much to Bella's dismay. She didn't quite understand the feeling she was experiencing, but attributed that to never having had an office affair. Out of nervous habit she worried her bottom lip with her teeth as she rode up the elevator to the twenty fifth floor. Angela's face lit up as she watched Bella exit the elevator car.

"Good morning Bella," Angela smiled. Her smile dropped as she looked at the brunettes wary glances.

"Hi Angela. Is he here?" she asked.

"Not yet," Angela responded, curious of Bella's behavior.

"Ok. Thanks," she responded before heading for her desk and settling in for the day. Bella dove into her work, hoping it would distract her. It worked, to an extent, but when nine rolled around and he still hadn't arrived she was pissed at herself for noticing his absence.

Bella's tension was rising by the minute. She wanted to get the inevitable confrontation out of the way so that she could get on with her work. By quarter after nine she heard his voice coming down the hall. Reflexively Bella's head lifted and her gaze met his. Their eyes locked as they stared at each other for a moment before his expression turned to a grimace as he swung open his office door and slammed it behind him.

No emails, no phone calls, and no calling her into his office happened. He gave her no direction of things he needed accomplished. Bella tapped her pen on her desk as she nervously chewed on her bottom lip.

Nervous? Why was she nervous?

Oh right, she had a one night stand with her boss and this was the first day back at work after said coupling. Even if she despised the man, she still wasn't a one night stand kind of woman.

By three Bella was beginning to think that he was going to ignore her all day, which was fine by her. It was inevitable though, and by three thirty she received a detail email entailing the tasks he needed her to complete throughout the week.

The rest of the week continued on and they still had not spoken. Not even a word of greeting or goodbye. When Thursday afternoon rolled around she thought she might actually be free from him for the whole week.

That was until three thirty, his favorite meeting time, rolled around. He called her into his office and with a deep breath as she got up and walked into his office, shutting the door behind her. Crossing the room she sat in one of the chairs directly in front of his desk.

"We can't keep this up. We need to be able to work together," he declared as his eyes met hers.

"I am working just fine; you are the one who seems to have an issue," she responded coldly.

"Bella, can we talk about Friday?"

"No. I am going to pretend that Friday never happened," she replied calmly.

"Why?" he growled.

"We've run this gamut before Mr. Cullen. But if you want the whole truth let me spell it out for you again. I do not like you. I have not liked you since shortly after the moment we met," she spat.

"We did not get along, but what did I do to make you dislike me so much?" he asked, truly curious as to what he had done to piss her off so badly.

"It's your attitude. You are cocky, stubborn, and always have to be right even when you are wrong."

"We were both wrong," he reminded her as he pinched the bridge of his nose remembering their explosive boardroom fight. "Settle down, Isabella. You are getting too worked up."

"Have you ever thought about some of the condescending things that come out of your mouth? This is an all boys club and I worked damn hard to get in. What happened the other night was a mistake. We drank too much, let an attraction, one that I would have preferred stayed hidden, out, and the combination was..."

"Fantastic," he finished as his eyes locked onto hers. They were burning with desire, she could see that.

"No!" she shouted jumping from her seat in protest. Edward clenched his jaw as he sprang from his chair and walked to stand in front of her.

"Why is it so damn hard for you to admit?" he asked through clenched teeth. His hands slammed against the desk on either side of her, pinning her in place.

Her eyes grew wide. "Is this how all of your other assistants disappeared? You fucked them and then they ran away?"

"You are the only one I have EVER touched!" he growled, his eyes blazing with anger and frustration. A shiver ran down her spine as her heart rate increased. She drew in a breath, which turned out to be a bad idea. He was so close she breathed in his scent, bring back memories of Friday and Saturday and causing her body to heat up. He smelled of spice, cinnamon, and man. A heady combination.

"Right. Is that supposed to make me feel special?" she laughed.

"Just admit that you want me," he breathed into her ear as he leaned forward. They were so close, his body only an inch or two from hers. Too close. He was too close.

"No," she sneered. Her voice, unable to stay steady, betrayed the lust that was building inside her.

"Tell me," he demanded as he ran his nose up her neck to her ear.

"I don't," she objected. His face lifted to hers to see her eyes. His were clouded and heavy, and by the sharp intake of breath from him she could guess hers looked the same. Damn traitor eyes.

"You don't have to admit it in words; your body can tell me," he declared before crashing his lips to hers.

It was surreal. His body tilted into her as his kisses became more frantic and she found herself halfway climbing onto his desk. Unconsciously her legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him to her. Her hands grabbed his hair and tugged on it as his fingers dug into her hips.

Their lips and tongues continued to duel as Bella's hands released his hair and reached to undo his belt and pants. He growled and thrust his hips into her hands in response. Her hand reached in and freed his cock from its confines. He was hard, thick, long, and she needed him inside her. Now.

One of Edwards's hands moved to Bella's thigh and pushed the material of her skirt up to her hips. His hips rocked his hard, hot cock into her hot center, both moaning with need. "Bella." He panted, his fingers dipping beneath her panties and finding her wet and waiting for him. "Fuck."

There were no words, only moans of pleasure as he pulled her panties to the side, lined his cock up to her slit, and slid inside in one thrust of his hips. They both cried out as he entered her. The pleasure was so intense she nearly passed out. His hips rocked back and forth, hitting deeper with each thrust.

It was angry, and hard, and hot. The passion they felt coming out in the form of moans, heavy breathing, and grunts. He pounded into her, fast and hard. Bella's head tilted back as her back arched into him, her muscles tensed as he pushed her over the edge. Her body shuddered as the intense orgasm ripped through her, her walls clenching around him.

A moment later Edward cried out, pulling her as close as he could, and spilled deep inside her. They rested their heads on each other's shoulders as their breathing calmed. A moment later they were broken out of their haze by the intercom.

"Mr. Cullen, your four o'clock is here," Angela's voice rang out.

Bella immediately pushed him away and hoped down from the desk. She straightened her skirt as she headed for the door.

"Bella," he called out. She turned to meet his eyes. He was shocked to see the mixture of confusion, sadness, and anger in them. The last one he understood, it was the first two that confused him.

"Your four o'clock is waiting," she said, turning and walking out the door.

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