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Like I promised, here is Edward's POV. There will be two more chapters of his POV then back to Bella. Hopefully this sheds some light...enjoy!

EPOV

When I woke up this morning, I had a feeling that today was going to be different. I don't know why but I knew it.

I began my morning as I usually do. My five mile run at 5:00 am was a refreshing part of my routine. Being outside in the fresh air while I stretched and worked my muscles repeatedly in an effort to push forward as fast as I can was invigorating.

Ever since Breaking Dawn broke into a complete frenzy with all the new clients and heavy workloads, I haven't had much time for my usual trips to the gym or playing ball with the boys. Sticking this run into my mornings not only helped me keep myself in shape, it keeps me level headed in spite of the stress that I should be feeling right now.

I've tried to convince my business partner, Jacob Black, to join me on numerous occasions but his preferred method of tension relief was shooting off his little Jacob Juniors into whatever available orifice he could convince his random women into letting him put his dick in. I told him that this run would probably help his stamina to which he replied that so does practice. And of course, I couldn't fault the man's logic, it made perfect sense. I would be lying if I said I wasn't jealous of his carefree attitude towards sex but I'm too jaded to share his sentiments. Unfortunately, I have been through too many crazy situations with various chicks trying to get their hands on my riches by any means necessary to feel his sense of freedom. Under different circumstances, I'd definitely be following his lead.

Once I made it back in from my run, I hit the shower. As usual, I followed this up with a shave before I head into the kitchen to make myself some breakfast. An omelet, toast, and cut up fruit were on today's breakfast menu. Most guys don't think about stuff like how important it is to take care of their body and eat right but my dad, Carlisle, is a physician so I have no excuses. Not only was he a doctor, he had more women falling over him than most men half his age so I would be a fool not to listen to him. Moreover, I've seen what becomes of those that don't take care of themselves. Yeah, that fat, greasy, balding dude that lives alone and has to yank his Johnson to images of beautiful women that he will never get the opportunity to touch; that is not going to be me. Never that.

Skimming articles on and checking my emails get my brain into motion while I finish my food. I clear my mess then head back to the bathroom to brush my teeth before I get dressed.

Being the CEO of a world renowned marketing firm has its advantages, and my closest full of designer suits was one of them. Now don't get me wrong, I'm not one of those metro sexual guys that spends most of his time primping himself for hours in a mirror but I do have an image to uphold. In my line of business, it is all about the image. No one wants to put their business that makes millions of dollar per year into the hands of a company whose employees look like they should be begging for change down in the subway.

After I get my clothes settled, I run my fingers through my hair a few times to tame the beast as best I can then I'm out the door.

As I'm pulling out of the parking garage I phone our secretary, Emily, to confirm my schedule. Today was Tuesday so I had cleared the early part of the day in order to make the drive out to Swan House to drop off some paperwork. But before I head out that way, I wanted to stop in the office real quick to make sure nothing needed my immediate attention. My business had to come before my pleasure. Besides, without the money that my business provides I would not be able to enjoy the pleasures that I do.

The building that we chose to house Breaking Dawn made me smile every time I saw it. The outside windows reflected dusk in the morning and dawn when it was night. To say it was cool would be an insult.

I parked in front of the building and headed up to my office. Right as the elevator doors opened, Emily stood there waiting for me with a smile on her face.

"Good morning, Mr. Cullen," she handed me a coffee then turned to walk with me down the hall, "Mr. Black is already in his office. He wants you to come see him before you leave. I've already set up the launch meeting for Friday so there is nothing to worry about there. You are having lunch with that reporter from the New York Times tomorrow at noon. Also, Esme called about the party for Carlisle that is next week. She said, and I'm quoting here so don't shoot the messenger, you will be there even if she has to drag your corporate ass there herself. You're tux will be delivered on Monday and a car has been arranged to pick you up. Besides picking up your gift, you should be all good to go."

"Thank you, Emily," I laughed, "Take the rest of the day off, okay. You've done enough and it isn't even eight am yet."

Her eyes brightened at my statement, "You sure you don't need anything else?"

"Go before I change my mind," I commanded.

She vanished before I could even finish my sentence. I laughed to myself thinking of lucky we were to have her here.

Emily came on board prior to our big break. When we were in the beginning stages, things like client meetings and campaign launches were nonexistent. The staff was small along with the client list.

Jacob hired Emily but his only reasoning was that she was gorgeous. Soon after, she became an intricate, necessary part of the team. She was ambitious, hard working, and tough. Jacob brought the excitement and presentation, I provided the ideas and motivation, and Emily was the practical foundation that pulled everything together and let's be honest, it didn't hurt not one damn bit that the girl was very easy on the eyes. Her smooth, honey caramel complexion highlighted everything about her. Her dark brown eyes, her long, black hair, her bright, white smile that came with dimples, her womanly curves. There wasn't a single complaint from anyone. Best part, she earned her place and then some so the least I could do was give the girl a day off.

Since I know that the few things I could have done this morning were taken care of, I made my way straight to Jacob's office.

Walking over the threshold into Jacob office was like passing through to an alternate universe. His entire office was black; black walls, black carpet, black blinds, with the exception of his white desk and chair. Those two sat in stark contrast to the rest of the room, the only hints of color in the dead center. If it wasn't so damn cliché for him I would consider the design intriguing.

"Black."

"Cullen," he responded in a jovial tone, looking up from the papers on his desk, "Just the man I wanted to see."

There was nothing like a perky motherfucker in the morning but that was who Jacob was. Not even the early hour could dampen Jacob's good-humored demeanor.

"What's up?"

"We still on for tonight?" Jacob looked at me with a devious smirk on his face. "You know I hate hitting the town without my trusty wingman."

Waking up with his dick on his mind. Classic Jacob.

"That's what the fuck you wanted?" I scoffed, "I thought you might actually have something important to tell me."

"No. Although me snagging a new buddy tonight is high on my priority list," he laughed, "But that aside, the numbers from the McDonald's campaign came in. We killed that shit. Another reason to go out and celebrate. What do you say? Drinks on me all night. You can't turn that down."

While celebrating the success of yet another campaign sounded great, fending off all the parasites that would certainly come out the woodworks did not. When Jacob and I hit the bars, all dignity goes out the window. Any type of sexual favor you could think of would be thrown on the table like a bet in a poker game with each chick trying to one up the last. Jacob was all in but I folded at even the thought. Oh well, one night won't hurt.

"Fine," I groaned as I turned and left.

Sometimes I do not know why I let Jacob talk me into shit like this. He knows that I don't date or take home women from the clubs. I have my own preference that works just fine for me.

Swan House was that preference. Just another one of my escapes from my hectic life. It was one of the only brothels in the area without a shady reputation or equally shady owner and beauty was a prerequisite for the women that was never circumvented. If I didn't know any better I would have thought the place was like a luxurious mansion out in the boonies. It didn't even seem like Charles Swan was selling pussy which worked perfectly for me because this would not be a good look for my company if people found out I was using his services. Like they say, more money more problems. Regular guys could buy hookers left and right with no one batting an eye but let that be me, not only would all hell break loose, I'd be blamed for the very sudden rise in the prostitute population. With the almost instant fame and fortune also came the quick knowledge that if I wanted to get my rocks off, discretion was my best friend. I knew better than to jump every woman that would spread her legs but I have needs that I want met without all the confusion or lies.

That's where Charlie came in.

Over the past year, I had met with a few of Charlie's girls. First, there was Jessica. She must have been one of his new girls because she damn near sucked the skin off my man, literally. That girl was lucky I'm a gentleman or else she would have had a hard time working her jaw at all for the rest of her life. I dropped her immediately. Then, there was Lauren. Either she had been in the business for entirely too long or she used her body to pay for everything from toothpaste to her car. She had absolutely no snap back in her snatch and I definitely didn't want any piece of that. After her was Heidi who was cool and she introduced me to my current girl, Tanya.

Tanya was a professional in the best possible way. That girl knew how to make a lasting impression. Heidi asked her to lend a hand in one of our more trying sessions and boy did she take over the show. When I met her, I couldn't keep my eyes off her body. Her face was one of those dime a dozen pretty girl faces. Honestly, I wouldn't be able to pick her face out of a line up however I'd recognize her body anywhere.

Nothing special about her looks but the way she used her assets was legendary. Her talents ran from the tip of her tongue to the back of her throat. She should work for the circus. I could probably bend her into a pretzel, her tongue did all types of acrobatics, and she could do this one magic trick where she made my man disappear down her throat that was thoroughly entertaining.

But as much as I enjoyed her skills, I had talents of my own which included being able to spot a gold digger a mile away. That would be a mild description of what Tanya was. With the way Charlie did business, every single penny I spent went through him. I respected that. Tanya, on the other hand, asked me on several different occasions to direct the money to her. I wouldn't advise that anyone bite the hand that feeds them but it was her stomach on the line not mine. I stuck with what I agreed on with Charlie, which seemed to piss her off. After that didn't go her way, she started throwing hints that she wanted to spend more time with me. Didn't she ever hear that you can't turn a hoe into a housewife?

No matter how well she could turn a trick, they were still for kids. Maybe when I was younger, I would have fallen for it but I am a man now. I know better. This brought about the reason for my visit today. I didn't know how far she might go to get ahead so I had my lawyers make sure the contract I had with Charlie was airtight. The last thing I needed was for her to broadcast my business for the world to see.

Non-disclosure agreements were another one of my good friends, just in case. If Tanya ever decided to open her mouth, my lawyers would make sure I owned her and everything she ever thought to want. Hopefully with nothing to gain from sharing my past time with the world, she would keep it to herself.

I would have put this off until my meeting with her on Thursday but after last week's debauchery, I had to cover my ass before the shit hit the fan.

When I met up with Tanya at the house last week, she went all bi-polar on me. One minute she was jumping around as if she was really excited and the next she was crying like she just found out her dog died. Remembering that whole scenario made my dick twitch and not in a good way.

"Something on your mind?" I finally asked after her mood started to get aggravating.

I came here to cum, not be Dr. Phil.

"Edward," Tanya whined in her nasally voice that she used when she wanted to get her way, "You know how I feel about you. It's time we take the next step. I love you."

And that right there was where I put my foot down. She had been trying this same shit for weeks and it was past getting old. I was tired of telling her the same thing over and over. All I wanted was to get my dick sucked and possibly some pussy if I had some extra energy to burn.

Begging did not change the fact that I wasn't going there with her. She was a hooker for crying out loud. Lord knows how many men she is fucking now, much less before I met her. What would I look like having feelings for a self-made tramp? A damn fool, that's what.

"I know you say you love me, Tanya," I said while holding onto her shoulders and looking her in the eyes, "Problem is you probably tell that shit to everybody. So I hear you talking but I just don't believe you."

Some emotion flashed across her face but she pulled it in quickly. Instead, she raised her brow as she stalked over to me.

"Really, Edward?" She purred as she kneeled down slowly with her hands trailing down my chest, "You think I tell every man that I love him?"

Without waiting for an answer, she unbuttoned and unzipped my pants quickly then slid her hand into my briefs. The feeling of her soft palm on my shaft sent my thoughts down a completely different route.

What were we talking about again?

Who the fuck cares, I'm about to get a nut.

She pulled me out and licked around the base. One of her hands massaged my thigh while the other held my man steady to her mouth. She kissed and teased me with her tongue for a minute before she ran my length with that gifted ass tongue of hers. Tanya knew what I liked I could never deny that.

Once she hit the tip, she took just the head into her hot little mouth. It was wet, it was warm, it was soft, and it was great. All the blood rushed straight to my cock as she sucked with just the right amount of pressure while flicking her tongue over my tip again and again and a-motherfucking-gain. How that girl could suck and lick at the same time was a miracle that I thanked God for at every opportunity I had to enjoy it.

My eyes rolled into the back of my head when she pushed me further into her warm mouth. I gently wrapped my hand into the hair at the back of her neck as she took me in and out with ease. From the roof of her mouth to the back of her throat to the inside of her left cheek then the right and back down her throat, there wasn't a part of her mouth that she left untouched.

I could feel all the tension in my body draining into my groin as she pulled me closer and closer to my release.

Suddenly, I felt something that caused me to involuntarily yank her head back.

"Whoa, there Mike Tyson," I spat as I glared down at her, "You know I don't do teeth."

Tanya lifted her head giving me a faux innocent look that made the gentleman in me cringe.

I don't hit women.

I don't hit women.

"Oh, did I do something you didn't like?" Tanya cooed before she snapped, "I guess now you know how the fuck I feel."

I released my grip on her hair then pried her hands away from my dick. Now I wouldn't trust her as far as I could throw her. If she hurt him then I was definitely going to hurt her. I did not need any of that kind of trouble in my life.

I put a safe distance between her and my cock. She rose up from her knees to stand with her arms folded across her chest looking pissed. I almost got my man Lorena Bobbitted by her teeth and she had the nerve to have an attitude. This bitch was crazy.

"Please don't mistake my kindness for weakness," my voice grew darker with ever word, "Just because I don't go around slapping women doesn't make you invincible. You try that again and you'll lose a lot more than just me as a client. Do you understand?"

That's when she went back to the bi-polar bullshit.

"Edward, I'm so sorry," she cried and tried to reach out to me, "I was just upset. I would never hurt you. Please forgive me. I didn't mean it."

Nothing she said made a difference. She couldn't be trusted. I took a step back from her for good measure as she continued her show.

"I only wanted you to see how good we can be together," her eyes were locked on mine as she shifted gears again, "Charlie said that we can't use the house next week. So I figured that since we had to be out that you might want to consider us being more than what we are."

This was news to me. I never took Tanya anywhere. Her being a hooker had nothing to do with it though. We were not a couple and she didn't need any more reasons to think that we were. Taking her out in public would only complicate things further in her already fucked up view of our arrangement.

"That doesn't work for me," I concluded.

"Are you still mad at me?" She asked in a soft voice, "Don't be mad. I wouldn't have hurt you. Let me make it up to you."

Even though my erection was still going strong, she couldn't really think I would stick my dick back in her mouth after that little stunt.

"You must think I'm stupid," I scoffed.

"Edward, please," she pleaded, "I'm sorry."

My head screamed for me to head out the door and never look back. My man, on the other hand, had very different plans. And my pockets, which had dropped $10,000 for this night, agreed with him. They quickly came to an agreement that only one thing could solve this problem.

"Turn around," I barked, "And bend over."

That memory filled my head the entire drive out to Swan House before I shook it off.

As I drove into the driveway, my attention went to a brunette lugging a giant box from an older model Chevy Avalanche up to the house. She didn't look familiar to me but new girls came through Charlie's all the time. He keeps a nice rotation going.

I hurried out of the car to go offer her a hand but she was gone before I made it to the door. In her haste, she left the door wide open so I stepped in and closed it behind me. I knew Charlie wouldn't mind me being here because I had already informed him that I would be stopping in this morning.

A quick glance showed that no one was around so I went to the only other room I was familiar with besides Tanya's, the kitchen. Just as I was about to sit down, the brunette from earlier rounded the corner and screamed.

""Shhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhit! Who the fuck are you?"

Standing there with her hands to her heaving chest was one of the most gorgeous women I had ever seen and I have seen some beauties. Her chestnut brown hair flowed down over her breasts that looked awfully perky given that her raised arms were slightly pushing them together.

I wouldn't mind having my face being between those.

The curves of her waist rounded out into the most perfectly proportioned hips and thighs that were covered in tight blue jeans.

I wouldn't mind having my face between those either.

And various other body parts.

Her body was perfect so credit had to be given to her face for pulling my attention away from it. And even with the frightened look reflected in her deep chocolate brown eyes, she was mesmerizing.

Being lost in her beauty, it took me a second before I realized she had asked me something. But since I had no clue what that was at the moment, I just spoke the first thing that came to mind.

"Sorry if I startled you," I stated while a smile overpowered my face as I noticed the Superman emblem in the middle of her chest, "I was told that I was expected."

A superhero. I could definitely work that into my fantasies.

"Oh," was her simple reply.

The way her lips formed the word made images of those lips wrapped around me flash through my mind. This trip was already taking a turn for the better.

"Hmm," I hummed while I continued to gawk at the lovely creature before me, "You are a very pretty girl. I don't think Charlie has ever mentioned you to me before."

In response, she giggled. I wasn't sure if it was because I called her pretty or at the mention of Charlie but I wanted to make it clear to her what my intentions were.

"I would like to get to know you better," I stared into her eyes trying to compel her to go along with my request, "I know I already told Charlie I wanted Tanya for Thursday but I think you would suit me better."

I probably should have run this by Charlie first but there was no way I was walking out of here without some kind of guarantee that I would see her again. Procedure be damned.

"Uh sure," she stuttered hesitantly.

"Good," I reassured her, "Please tell Charlie that I apologize for my abrupt change and I'll gladly double his rate."

My best theory included the improbability that he would deny the extra money, especially for a newbie. It would be a small price to pay to make her mine.

"Uh sure."

Her short responses were making it hard for me to get a read on what she was actually thinking. She could think I was some random ass jerk off for all I knew. The thought made me laugh. Of course the first woman that I'd come across in a long time that piqued my interest would write me off as some creepy ass pervert.

"Right, sure," I agreed wanting to confirm that she would be willing to see me, "I'll see you on Thursday at 6 pm sharp."

She didn't protest so I turned to make my way back out to the car. Running into her made this trip very worthwhile.

I hopped in my car and was almost back to the interstate when I realized I still had the paperwork with me. Knowing that the likelihood of running into Tanya my second time back was as certain as my next breath, I decided to call Charlie's manager to get a fax number instead of going back. Now that I found a replacement for her, I would be avoiding that bitch like the plague.

"Rosalie Hale speaking," she answered after the second ring.

"Hey, Rosalie. This is Edward Cullen."

"Mr. Cullen," she greeted, "Charlie told me that you were stopping by today. Are you here?"

"Actually, I just left there," I smiled thinking about the beautiful brunette mystery that had my head all twisted, "I forgot to leave the papers. I was distracted. I'll need to fax them to you once I'm back in the city."

"That's fine," she replied, "I'll be waiting for those then."

"Also, I need to change girls for Thursday," I paused because it hit me that I didn't even get the girl's name.

Her outfit must have been a clue so maybe Rosalie would know who I was talking about, "I want the Lois Lane instead of Tanya."

"Lois Lane?" She questioned, "Like the dark haired chick from Superman?"

"Yes," I exclaimed, "At 6 as usual."

"I'm not sure I understand," she replied sounding a little confused, "But I'll see what I can do."

"You're good at your job, I trust that you will make it happen. Thanks."

I hung up feeling great. Not only would I be rid of Tanya, I had a perfect angel as her replacement. The only way this day could get better was if she was at my house naked when I returned home.

God, please let her be at my house naked when I return home.

That's a pretty fucked up prayer but you never know. The man upstairs might be feeling generous today.

An hour later, I was walking back into my office. I tried to focus on doing some work but that girl seeped into every thought I had.

Only two days and I could indulge in her to my heart's content.

Question is, would I be able to wait that long?

A/N: He's not done yet...review and let me know what you think...