A/N:

My beta has dissapeared. I sent this to her over a month ago and she still hasn't e-mailed me back or anything. I've had no contact with her and I have no idea where she is.

And I know you guys have been waiting for this and it's been awhile since I have updated so I am going to check this myself.

Read on...

EPOV

Perfection.

She was perfect.

Her creamy, pale skin set off her lovely deep, rich mahogany hair and big, wide chocolate eyes.

Perfection.

When I hired her to clean my house I didn't know what to expect and nor did I really care.

I was a surgeon who made a little over 350,000 a year and that was more than enough to sustain me and since I was never really home a lot, I didn't clean.

Thus the need for a maid.

I put an ad out in the paper and just a day later, Miss Isabella Swan called the number and in a matter of minutes I hired her.

She had started the day after and when she arrived I was mesmerized.

I couldn't keep my eyes off her; she was too beautiful for me not too.

I'm sure she noticed me staring because she so obviously blushed and that made her even more beautiful.

And from that day, that moment in time, I was smitten with Miss Swan.

I wanted to know everything about her, wanted to know what made her tick and what her favorite things were.

I was consumed with thoughts of Bella and I never made a move to try and hide that fact.

I would openly stare all the time at her, just watching her, obsessed with what she was going to next.

But I never spoke to her except to say goodbye at the end of the day.

One time, I had caught her dancing to her iPod.

On a very uncommon day, I was actually at the house, in my office on my day off, not really doing anything and I went down to get something to eat when I saw her.

There was Bella, mopping the kitchen with her earphones in, dancing to some song.

Her hips were swaying and she looked wonderful with hey hair swaying down her back and her ass was a divine piece of art that I just wanted to run my hands all over.

Impulsively, I made my way toward her, but then I stopped myself before I reached her.

I didn't want to get to close to her—the need to touch her was overwhelming me and I didn't want to overstep the boss and employee line.

So, I stayed back and never touched her.

And for two years, for two fucking long years, I didn't touch her.

Not ever.

I looked of course, oh did I look. I fantasized about this beautiful woman day and night. I masturbated to her every morning and every night; sometimes in the day too.

I imagined my cock in her, going fast and rough in her against my desk.

And the fantasies got worse the longer I didn't touch her.

Then one day, I couldn't help myself.

I snapped.

Another one of my rare days off, I was walking into the laundry room to throw some clothes in there, wanting to help Bella a little.

I had walked in on her bent down, sorting through the clothes and my control broke.

Cornering her, I took her like an animal on my washing machine.

It couldn't have been anymore perfect that that.

Her pussy was tight and warm.

Soft and pink.

I loved it and I never wanted to leave and so when she left I told her I was going to fuck her the next day.

And I did.

Again, it was amazing.

She was amazing.

From the way she said my name, to the way her face looked when she climaxed was amazing.

That pure, unadulterated lust in her eyes was stunning and I told myself I wanted to see it over and over again.

Wanted to see Bella scream out my name over and over again as I took her, never showing her any mercy as I pounded into her.

But then I saw her in the arms of some other man and raw fury surged through me.

How dare her!? I thought, after all we had done that she wanted some other man!

I was livid.

It was an accident that we had been at the same club.

I had decided to go out by myself to relieve the stint of loneliness and my thoughts of Miss Swan.

But I did not expect to see her there and when I did, I was excited about it, my body going crazy with thoughts of her tits and her bare, pink pussy.

After seeing her with that man, I realized that she didn't want him on her.

That she was trying to push him off her.

And then more fury went through me.

How dare he put his hands on her! She is mine! I thought, walking up to them, determined to get Bella out of this predicament.

I told the guy that she was my girlfriend and then to provoke Bella, I told her that I thought she liked it, just to get a rise out of her.

Bella of course got mad and that was just what I intended.

Her anger could be turned into passion and that passion was something that could make the night even better.

And I was right.

I fucked her like nobody's business that night.

I fucked her against my door that night and then later in my pool.

This woman was truly wonderful.

The naughty, little cocktease.

Then the next morning I fucked her in my kitchen against my sink.

I loved it.

I was always ready for Miss Swan.

But, then she did something totally unexpected.

She told me that she was falling for me.

After we had just had slow, sweet sex, she said that she was falling for me.

Something I couldn't let happen under any circumstances; I wasn't good enough for Bella and I never would be.

So as we laid in my bed, snuggled up together, Bella in my arms, I knew what I had to do.

When the words left her lips, my body froze and Bella's head turned around to meet my eyes.

My face showed no emotion as I looked at Bella, not letting her see any feeling in my eyes.

"Bella, I thought you knew that this was just sex. Just two people scratching an itch. A casual hook up. A one night stand. Nothing more. It was fun, but that was it. No strings attached. I thought you knew that." I murmured, loud enough for her to hear it.

Her eyes started tearing up and instantly I felt bad, but I couldn't let it show.

So instead I looked away and felt her move from the bed and get up.

I looked up at her and she was turned around, facing the wall.

"I see," she said, her voice quivering with unshed tears. "So that's all I am to you then?" she asked.

Taking a deep breath, I braced myself. "Yes, Bella. You are nothing more than a one night stand and my employee."

I saw her body shake and heard a sob rip from her mouth as she ran from my room.

Following her, I looked over the balcony of the stairs, seeing her running around finding her clothes and seeing her slip on the jeans and shirt she had on from the club, grabbing the phone from my kitchen and calling a taxi.

I went and took a shower knowing it would be a little while until the taxi got here.

After showering, I crept downstairs and looked out the front door window and saw Bella.

She was sitting beside the road with her face in her hands and her hair whipping in the wind.

Bella looked up and I saw her puffy, red, bloodshot eyes.

I instantly felt regret, but I pushed it away. I needed to keep my feelings in check.

I watched her though the window until the cab came five minutes later.

She took a glance at the house before she stepped in the car and slammed the door shut

Watching the taxi drive away, I felt a sharp pain in my stomach, knowing that she most likely would not be back.

I turned from the door and I looked about the house, feeling a sense of loneliness.

Without Bella this house was empty, I realized. This house didn't have as much life without her in it.

And that's when I figured it out.

I just made the biggest mistake of my life.

A/N:

This story is nearing to an end. Probably 2 or 3 more chapters. I kinda have lost interest and I'm not really sure where I want it to go. So, if it starts getting shitty, I'm sorry.

At first, I hadn't really planned on where to take this, so I kinda had to made it up as I went along.

And no more waiting over a month for this story. Iam just going to beta stuff myself from now on because I hate wating more than 2 weeks. Hell, I hate waiting more than a week.

Anyway, tell me your thoughts.