"So, how are the things going on there?" My mother asked through cell phone as I was sitting down in the Library waiting for another class I had that day.

"It's good, the exams are coming up so I'm a bit nervous." I lied. I knew how well she knew me, so I had to make up something so she wouldn't notice that something was off. I didn't want her to worry about anything.

Honestly, I felt like shit. After all that yesterday and this morning, I couldn't possibly be in the good mood.

"I can hear that." She said, concern evident in her voice.

"How are you, mom?" I tried to change the subject.

"Been better, just had to pay bills and do grocery shopping and I realized I couldn't even afford everything I had in basket, so had to return some things. Awkward. But anyways, don't you worry about me, tell me how's that boss of yours? Still hooking up?" My heart clenched at her words. This was exactly why I didn't want to tell her my problems. Even though I knew I could always count on her, I just didn't want her to worry about me. I knew she had a lot in her own plate. Besides, I was becoming an adult and I needed to learn to become independent. Also, just like Edward said, I need to learn how to work under the pressure.

"Mom!" I groaned. "No. That was a one-time thing. I'm definitely not doing it again." Another lie. And I was actually surprised how convincive I sounded. I was mad that I couldn't keep my word.

"You know Bells, I can't really criticize about what you've done because I've done even stupider things when I was young and I think they can turn out to be great lessons at the end and I never regret my own mistakes because they are the things that created me as a person that I am today. But also when I was young and stupid, I didn't have anyone else to turn to and I guess what I'm trying to say is that you should know you can always tell me about anything, whenever you need me, especially if you have any problems that you need to share and I'm never gonna judge you for it. I just want you to know I will always be there for you, okay?"

My stomach churned painfully as the tears slowly started cascading down my cheeks. I wish you were here.

"Thanks mom."

XX

"So here's your room. It's next to mine, so if you need something, feel free to call me or come to my room, okay?"

"Thanks, Elaine." I was so grateful that at least I had her in this house, so I wouldn't feel as lonely as I was already feeling. For some reason I was getting depressed and I just wanted to lay down in my bed and sleep. And also probably never wake up.

"No problem, dear." She beamed a friendly smile down at me that really succeeded in lightening up my mood. And as she was about to leave me alone, she turned once again to me.

"By the way, did you notice that Mr. Cullen is at home more often than usual?" My insides twisted painfully as my eyes widened in surprise.

"I-I didn't really." I barely choked out.

"Well that's understandable, you weren't here the whole day, but you'll see now when you move in. He was never at home this often. It's so unusual for him." She mused.

"And why is that?" I asked, furrowing my eyebrows.

"Well, he tends to escape his home life as much as he can." She replied without even thinking and as soon as she did that, a red colour covered her cheeks. As if she just revealed a secret that she wasn't supposed to.

"I don't understand." I said in confusion.

"You know, I shouldn't be talking about this. It's very unprofessional from me, so I apologize."

"No, no… it's okay. It's my fault. I'm just being too noisy." I tried to soothe her.

"Anyways, like I said, if you need anything, just don't be afraid to tell me, okay?"

"Okay. Thanks once again." I thanked her once again before she left.

Sighing, I sat down on my bed and started thinking about this whole situation that I've found myself into. All of this didn't seem right. And it felt as if it was all of my fault. Maybe I deserved all of this. Maybe Margot was right. Did I really settle down this low? Have I become a whore? There was no denying that I liked Edward more than I should have. But he was my boss. And I slept with him. More than once. And I kept getting back to him. I was weak around him. Too weak. It wasn't normal.

I should have resigned. This was not where I supposed to be. I supposed to be in my apartment, attending college and worry only about how I was going to pass an exam, not this.

This shouldn't be happening.

Suddenly a large bump in my throat was starting to form and I was on verge of tears, again. But a sudden knock against the door brought me back to reality, so I quickly cleared my eyes of any tears that did succeed to escape my eyes as I stood up and went to open the door.

"I'm sorry for bothering you again but Mr. Cullen wants to speak with you," said Elaine.

"Oh, okay." I responded as a puzzled look crossed my face. I continued following her while my mind started working in such a quick pace that I couldn't even grasp how I was really feeling.

But I was definitely nervous as we were climbing the stairs. Did I already manage to screw something? What did I do now? What if he changed his mind?

Maybe he didn't want me anymore.

"We are here," Elaine said, her face clearly showing off concern. I simply nodded toward her before I gulped and entered Edward's office.

"I told you to fix it Jack, not to fuck it up even more. If you don't get this thing done by 7 pm, you can kiss goodbye this job. Do you understand?" I heard him talking to the phone. He was already pissed off. Great. Just. Fucking. Great.

He ended his phone call quickly as he noticed me.

"Ms Swan, sit down please." He said in a stern voice, his eyes immediately locking on mine.

"Thank you." I felt embarrassed. It seemed like vicious circle with us. We would act so professional with each other, then we would start touching and ended up fucking, then again we would act professional as if nothing had happened then we would start touching and fuck again and so on…

It was tiring me.

"So, I just wanted to talk about some of the rules in this house that you should obey." He said, sitting down across me. His dark eyes still hunting mine.

"First one, you as an employee are not allowed to bring someone over my house, unless it's you mother or siblings if you have any." I just nodded in understanding, nervously waiting for the upcoming rules, fearing that some would be clearly inappropriate.

"The second one, you of course cannot throw parties in house without my knowing, only if I ask you to."

"The third one, you are allowed to use every room in my house, and are required to the chorus that I give you just as I did before. Also, you're the only person that is allowed to go in my bedroom." I could swear I saw a tight smirk as he uttered the last sentence. I shifted uncomfortable.

"And the last one, if you have any problems and requirements, you exclusively come to me and ask, you should not be afraid to talk to me, do you understand?" His voice sounded demanding and I could do was to agree.

"Yes, sir."

"Here's your chorus list for today." He handed me a piece of paper that I gladly took.

"You are free to leave now." This was it? Phew…

"Thank you, sir." I said as I turned around and smiled to myself. This couldn't have gone better for me.

XX

The whole day was challenging. And quite busy. I had to do the laundry, clean the house, especially the bathroom, help Elaine with the garden, do grocery shopping, clean the dishes, take some of Edward's suits to dry cleaning and then after all of that I had to work on my projects and study. I was beyond tired.

But I still wasn't done.

The chorus list he gave me had one thing that I didn't expect it would have. And it bothered me. A lot.

Come to my bedroom at midnight.

I gulped once again as I read again in my mind. What does he want from me?

This was exactly why I hesitated to take his offer in the first place.

As I was sitting down by my desk in my room, my eyes caught a glimpse of my phone to see how much time I have left. Ten more minutes.

I breathed out nervously as I couldn't bring myself to study anymore. Right now, I was really worried. I didn't want him to look at me as one of his whores.

I am a human being, I deserve to be treated like one.

I looked myself in the mirror and gulped. I looked tired. I looked sick.

And it was true. I was sick of this. Of these mind games that we've both played. Why do I think so much?

If he treats me bad, I'm just gonna leave. If I want to fuck him, I'll fuck him. Stop fucking over-analyzing shit Bella. You live only once.

Rolling my eyes, I said fuck it and rushed out of my room and made my way toward his bedroom. Five more minutes.

Breathing out, I decided to knock against his door and impatiently waited for his response. But there was none. So I knocked again. "Sir?"

"Come in Bella." I heard him say.

"You needed me something, sir?" I asked because I still wasn't sure why I was supposed to be there. Maybe he didn't want to sleep with me after all.

"Come on Bella, quit playing a fool. Both you and I know why I need you here." His voice was sharp and it was more than evident to me that he wasn't in the mood for playing games either.

"I don't understand, sir." I said, still kinda pissed off because I wanted to let him know that even though we have already slept together, I didn't think this was right.

"Don't play dumb with me, Bella." He warned me.

"Mr. Cullen, I came here to be your employee and employee only. I need money and I agreed to work for it. That's all." I stated before I turned to leave.

"I didn't allow you to leave!" He said loudly, clearly frustrated. I turned around and faked a smile before I asked for his permission. "May I leave, sir?"

"No."

"But sir – " And before I could even grasp what was happening, he was already hovering me. He was already there, next to me.

"I need you Bella. You are mine." My body went lax, melting into him. My eyes closed and I breathed him in. He smelled like a combination of cotton candy, the ocean, and some exotic musk I couldn't place. Not a cologne smell. Maybe soap, or a combination of things. Whatever it was, he smelled edible. I had to resist the sudden urge to lick his neck. To taste that smell.

The heavy thumping rhythm of my heart consumed me. I kept my eyes closed and let the beat work its magic. I felt the rush of adrenaline, and within moments, my body was moving against his, unabashedly. He groaned his appreciation, deep and guttural. The sound was so erotic, my core tightened and my nipples hardened, goose bumps rising along my skin despite the building heat between our bodies. He held me close, our bodies in perfect sync.

"I love your body," he said gruffly as his grip tightened on my hip, his cock hardening against my ass. He released my hair, his hand moving, gliding down my neck, my side, to my waist. He made a hungry noise as he slowly explored every inch of my body down to my thigh. "Curves in all the right places." His voice sounded like sex, like primal, raw fucking.

His hand moved to my stomach, pressing, holding my ass firmly against his hard cock. He groaned. "See what you do to me." His hips flexed, gently forcing his length into the crease of my ass, making his point.

I couldn't believe I affected him so strongly. This beautiful man was hard because of me. For me. He sounded desperate for me. It was comforting to know that he might be as violently attracted to me as I was to him.

His mouth lowered to the front my chest, the open dip of my v-neck. I arched my chest involuntarily, my knees wobbling weakly. I shut my eyes tight and with slick fingers, he lifted my shirt up and off of me. I deeply inhaled, trying to get any type of air into my lungs that seemed to be denying just that. With his lips lowering again, his fingers crawled behind my back and I shivered in his hands. My bra fell carelessly to the ground. His light, sweet kisses trailed down the center of my chest, avoiding going off trail. I ran my fingers through the depth of his hair, his tongue licking my tummy.

"I'm hungry..." He rised, pressing his solid chest to mine, his proximity overwhelming. I was small and crumbling before him. His dark eyes that were brewing a storm, lower slowly, a small sneaky smirk tugging at his lips. His fingers yanked my button off, shoving my pencil black skirt down and peeling it off of my legs. He pushed me against the bed and crouched down. My stomach churned uncomfortably. Oh... so that's what he was gonna do..

"Open your eyes for me, sweetheart." His deep, soothing voice warmed my insides. I whimpered softly. I opened my eyelids slowly and looked at him painfully.

"I want you to watch me taste you."

I bit my lip and nodded obediently. His dark eyes never left mine, his jaw harder than a rock. He grabbed my legs and I pressed my back against the bed. He wrapped my legs around his shoulders and neck, holding onto my thighs.

My lips parted in awe. My panties were the only barrier between my pussy and Edward. I swallowed, focusing on his head that was diving deeper and deeper between my warm thighs. Suddenly, I felt a lick and I groaned, my hips naturally jerking. He started to lick me, lapping his tongue against my opening through my cotton panties. I rolled my hips and scratched my nails into the bed bed. He pulled back, stroking his thumb against the wet, damp spot.

"Already wet... you never fail to surprise me Bella." He shook his head, ticking his tongue, scowling me. His dark eyes were sparkling.

"Oh god.." I whispered, licking my lips. I planted my hungry eyes on Edward whose tongue was slowly licking me up and down, his eyes running across my naked flesh and chest. After a while of teasing me through the cloth of my yellow panties – Edward growled, removing his mouth from in between my legs. His fingers dug into my hips painfully making me shriek. He yanked down my panties and grabbed my legs again, dangling them across his shoulders and I wrap them around his beautiful head. Yes...please eat me. He bites his lip and catches my eyes in a hard gaze. His face dips forward and he started to eat me, easily sucking my clit into his mouth. I moaned, my chest lifting off of the bed. His right hand reached up and slammed me back right against it. He moaned himself, tongue lapping against my wet hole eagerly, enjoying the taste of my juices.

"Edward..." I whimpered agonizingly. My legs naturally tightening around his head. I arched my chest, running my fingers over my painfully hardened nipples. His hands that were large, warm and perfectly firm, are running up my hips and I could barely take this anymore. Soon, a rushing feeling started to build inside of me like a dam breaking and flooding. I couldn't get the words out in time. My jaw dropped open in ecstasy and I gasped in a wisp of air. My thighs clamped together and I released, moaning longingly into the air. My eyes burned into Edward's as he watched me, his eyes pressing fear into me because of their darkness.

Edward's continued to lap his tongue against me, letting me ride out my orgasm. He even spit inside of me in the middle of it, making me jerk blissfully. Some of the aftershocks were even painful. I could barely breathe.

His mouth crashed to mine, forcing my mouth open with his lips. Immediately, he invaded my mouth with his tongue completely dominating mine. We pressed against the bed, our minds blurring into one anothers.

"Such a greedy pussy. I love it," he growled, plunging his fingers into me roughly for a minute. His body flexed and shifted with each thrust of his hand. Then he forced a third finger inside me, brutally stretching me.

"Yeah, you like that… So responsive." His voice was thick.

My breathing quickened as my arousal spiked, making me flushed and feverish. In the next second, my mouth was on his, eating at it, licking his lips, as I was grinding desperately against his fingers. If I had been in my right mind, I would have been embarrassed by how wet I was.

My body arched to give him access. His head lowered again, his heavy breaths met my breast. I felt the heat of his mouth engulfing the sensitive peak, then hard suction, the slide of his tongue, and the scrape of teeth. My core tightened with every streaking jolt to my throbbing pussy. Consumed by a hunger I had never felt before, my fists tightened in his hair, pulling, holding him to me. He groaned deep and long as he increased the pressure against my anus, threatening entrance. Small pleas escaped me as my second orgasm approached. My core tightened violently, my pulse pounding, my heart racing as I rubbed my throbbing clit against his fingers. I cried out, plunging into my orgasm. Hard. Pleasure poured through me with the pulsing squeeze-release, squeeze-release, my hips and body jerking uncontrollably as I rode it out.

His hands shoved my hips back as he quickly stood. Then his mouth was at my ear. "You taste so sweet. I could eat your pussy for hours, and I will, but," his husky voice turned gruff, "I need to be inside you."

His lips sealed over mine before I could respond, his tongue licking into my mouth. I could taste myself on his lips. I felt a perverse pleasure at knowing I had marked him in this small way.

"You want this." His hushed voice rasped in my ear. I didn't know if he was telling me or asking me.

"Yes, daddy," I breathed.

Our gazes locked as he pushed in slowly, carefully, like I was the most precious thing to him, gently stretching my walls. He had an awestruck look, as if this was our first time. Holding still, letting me adjust to his size, his mouth descended on mine, his demanding tongue plunging in. A submissive type of neediness consumed me as I sucked his tongue greedily, whimpering. Long moments later, my hips tilted, my body asking him to move. He drew back, watching my face as he pulled out slowly.

"Yeah," he groaned. Then he slammed into me hard, sinking balls deep. "Take all of it, sweet girl."

I cried out. The sensation of him stretching me open, completely filling my sore pussy, was overwhelming. He ground into me hard, trying to get deeper. A sharp, pinching sensation brought my awareness back. I realized then that my brain hadn't shut off. I was very much present, very much with him in the moment. It was startling and confusing. I was so connected to him. I felt something bubbling inside me, warming me, consuming me. It was emotional. Intense. I felt possessed. By him.

"You feel so perfect. You were made for me," he breathed.

I was distantly aware of the small mewling pleas coming from me as he thrust into my pliant body. My senses were consumed by his musky sweet smell, his warm skin on mine, his hard cock thrusting inside me, his muscles flexing under my fingers, and the sounds of his guttural groans. One of my legs instinctively pulled up higher, opening myself more to his rolling hips.

"Yeah, that's it. Open up. Give me that pussy." He growled deep in his chest, a greedy, dangerous sound. His expression shifted, his features harsh and strained, his control snapping, desperation and need driving him. His hot, wet tongue slid between my lips, licking hungrily as his cock hammered into me relentlessly, hitting my sensitive spot with each impact. "Tell me you're mine." His gravelly voice murmured into my mouth.

"I am yours." I felt another orgasm cresting as my muscles tensed. Quivered. My head pushed back into the pillow as pleasure raced through my veins. My heel dug into the back of his thigh, the other into his hip, as I convulsed around his thick cock. My muscles contracted violently. Turning my head, I sunk my teeth into his bicep, muffling my uncontrollable cry of pleasure. He grunted softly, never slowing his bruising pace.

He slammed into me again and again and again and we found each other's eyes, both of us moaning and screaming and groaning uncontrollably. Oh my god.

"That's it, my sweet girl. Keep squeezing my dick… Good girl," he praised me as I pulsed around him, squeezing, pulling at his cock as if on command. "Oh, fuck. Yeah. Your greedy cunt is milking my dick." His voice was low and strained.

My pussy clenched hard at his words. His dirty mouth had me mewling and writhing, clinging to his bicep with teeth and hand, like my life depended on it.

A handful of thrusts later, he panted above me, "I'm gonna come. You're making me come, sweet girl." His movements became erratic. He climaxed, groaning and shooting his hot seed deep inside me.

Edward pressed his forehead to mine as his thrusts slowed. Pushing in deep, he stayed there, buried inside me as his cock twitched. His arms closed around me, squeezing, as his breath warming my face.

"You will always be mine, Bella. Remember that."

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