A/N: Thanks to all those who reviewed last chapter even when I was sure it was horrible. I send you all my love and maybe an outtake, who knows? To those who read but didn't review, well I hope you liked it and thank you for reading it; I do hope you read it though and liked it.

A big happy birthday to Why isn't Edward real. This chapter is dedicated to you and all other people who continued showing me support for this story.

Thanks to my friend who doesn't read fanfiction but might be stalking my story as we speak. Thanks for the idea of the 'never die plant', love you to bits.

WARNING: Horrible smut in the beginning. Lol…I try but sometimes there might be bad days, proceed at your own risk.

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THE BEAUTIFUL BILLIONAIRE AND THE PRETTY PROSTITUTE

"Bella!" Edward called from the bedroom as I finished cleaning my face.

I went into Emmett's bedroom and a pleasurable smile spread across my face as I looked at him. There was nothing more glorious than seeing Edward Cullen tied to a pole acting all submissive. It was like an angel captured from heaven, bound to earth with ropes. I could tie him up all day and stay in this room with him forever. My eyes did a quick scan of his body from head to toe and the smile on my lips grew wider. He was dressed only in his dark denim jean pants. His muscular arms were tied up above his head with one of my pink scarves, his feet were tied to the end of the pole and another scarf bound him at his waist line fully accentuating his V curve. I wasn't sure when he grew abs, but his chest had definitely been toned up which made him a whole lot sexier.

"Now Edward, I know I didn't order you to talk. I gave you a command which clearly stated: speak only when you're spoken to," I scolded as his green eyes pierced right through my chocolate ones, instantly breaking every bone in my body.

"I'm sorry," his deep tone dripped with seduction as he bit his lower lips and I had to hold the door for support as a huge wave of lust drove through me. Bella, be strong!

"Sorry for yourself!" I hissed and went to put some music on.

Tonight was my night, a night of teasing that is. Edward always made me go through hell whenever we were intimate but today I was going to be the master and I was calling all the fucking shots. Christening the house was a great idea that popped in my head but I was looking for the perfect spot for him to surrender to me and low and behold it was Emmett's former bedroom. The reason I picked it was because of the fucking pole in front of the gigantic bed. Now why Emmett had a pole, I couldn't understand. Edward explained that he and Rosalie did all sorts of sexual experiments and the pole was for her stripping. Well, God bless Emmett because today, Edward was using it for my entertainment. Of course he would be gaining heaps of pleasure but only when I say so. I'm the fucking boss today!

When the music swallowed the entire house, I walked back to the bedroom and smiled at Edward. As the song started, I stripped off his light blue shirt. It fell and landed close to my bare feet, displaying only his white wife beater which was tied at the back to show my figure with a tie around my neck. The corner of his lips curved into a crooked smile as he took in my body. I sauntered closer to him and my fingers danced along his creamy skin, making his body stiffen under them. The room was illuminated with a lot of candles which highlighted his sparkling eyes, courtesy of Edward for the candles.

My fingers grazed from the side of his face down to his neck and unto his masculine chest. I finally stopped the trail right below the buckle of his belt as he closed his eyes and bit his lips anticipating my next movement. I laughed wickedly and removed my hands as a hiss escaped from his mouth. I contemplated in my mind whether covering his eyes or making him watch the torment I was giving him, the latter won. I meandered to the back of the pole and placed my ass on the end of the bed. There was a very short distance between the pole and the end of the bed which made it convenient for me to reach him without stretching. My legs wrapped around his waist and my feet pressed against his chest. It slowly began to dance along his torso and went straight into his jeans.

"Edward," I purred, my voice soaked in temptation as my feet passed his boxers and went straight to his manhood. His cock was hard as a fucking rock and I smiled.

"Edward," I whispered into his ears, making sure my tongue made contact with his earlobe as my feet massaged his pulsing dick. My hands played with his shoulders slowly easing any tension that was filling them. My nipples became hard as they pressed against his back.

"Fuck!" he cursed as my feet picked up pace building him up at the same time I was massaging him and teasing his earlobes.

"Speak only when spoken to Edward!" I hissed and stopped all ministrations simultaneously.

Today's pleasure making was built on the power of touch and the lasting of pleasure, if that made any sense. I wasn't going to allow him release just yet only when I wanted him to. I got up and went to his front to face him, he looked frustrated, good. It's my fucking turn Edward! I smirked internally and removed his belt.

"We are doing it nice and slow today. I'll build up tension and you release only when I want you to," my voice spoke sternly but my eyes looked at him warmly.

Edward Cullen is my prisoner tonight, ladies and gentlemen, let the show begin.

My mouth took his lower lip in between it and sucked it ardently. I continued kissing him without my tongue, slowly building him up. After I thought it was enough, my tongue dived into his mouth and the contact our tongues made at that moment made us moan at the same time. He tasted so sweet, like the wine and strawberries, pure adulterated bliss, his scent filled me as he began to take over the kiss. I stopped immediately and withdrew from his body. His face was covered in a frown as his eyes hooded with lust.

I slowly removed his trousers from his waist exposing his clean white boxers. "You have no fucking idea how hot you are Edward, just the thought of seeing you makes me wet!" I whispered into his ears as I took out his boxers. He groaned.

I took a step back to admire his beautiful body. He was now completely stark naked, his body glistening in the candlelight. He looked like all those guys they put in the covers of GQ magazines, displaying their hot stuff. He could actually pass as a Greek god, maybe god of masculine beauty, perhaps? His eyes looked like he wanted to kill me and I couldn't escape the cackle that came out from my lips. I licked my lower lip and that caused him to groan again. I decided that it wouldn't be fair, him being completely naked and I still dressed in his wife beater. So in one fluid moment, I pulled it over my head, leaving only his tie which stayed in between my breasts.

His eyes raked my body; I was only wearing my white laced panty and no bra. I strolled up to him and pressed our bodies together, pouring kisses like a waterfall on his neck. I could feel his rock solid manhood sliding on my thighs.

My hands worshipped his body and my lips kissed his skin until I came to his dick. I swept my tongue across his length causing him to shiver. My tongue traced it until it stopped at his head.

"Bella, you're killing me," he said in a strained tone.

"Hold it Edward!" I licked the shaft before slowly engulfing all of him into my mouth. I added pressure to his perineum with my hands. He begged for him to touch me but I refused.

"Fuck!" His hips vibrated and I quickly wrapped his waist trying to hold him still. "SHIT!" he growled sexily, as I continued to add more pressure with my hands and slowly introducing my teeth. "Bella please I'm coming, you gotta let me," he begged.

It would have been very wicked for me to not allow him so I continued until he spilled his seed into my mouth. The look on his face as he came violently was pure win. I swallowed everything like as if I was drinking a sweet juice and licked him off before standing.

"Now," I said huskily, fully absorbed in the sensation of the imminence of our bodies gliding together. "You're going to lie on the bed," I ordered, removing all the scarves tying him to the pole. "And make me scream your fucking name till I can't anymore," I licked my lower lip as he lay on the bed waiting for me with his hands at the back of his messy hair.

I pulled off the last piece of clothing from my body apart from the tie as I crawled on top of him. When I was fully on top of him, his hands caressed my body softly as I rained kisses on his nape. I felt him drive slowly into me, alerting every nerve in my body.

"Harder Edward!" I cried as I felt him increase his pace, groaning with each sensation filling my bones. After a few more dynamic thrusts, I felt my walls tighten around him as I came. "EDWARD!!!" my body quivered on top of his. He wasn't far back behind as he spilled into me, my lips consumed his mouth as he screamed my name in the sexiest purr I ever heard.

"Shit Bella!!!" he panted, our bodies molding together.

"Now that Edward Cullen is me being in charge," I smiled, rejoicing at how much I had achieved.

His head fell to my collarbone as he showered me with tender kisses. "You could be in charge all the time but remember when it's my turn, heaven won't save you!" his voice whispered lustfully and I knew I was in for some big big trouble.

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Paradise was a state of contentment in which peace and happiness existed according to Wikipedia, well fuck wiki being with Edward was paradise. The past few days spent with him had been a state of bliss in the highest amounts. I had established ecstasy just knowing he was around me. This can't be heaven, can it? I rolled around the big bed and sighed. The room was still dark, the drapes hung over the windows shielding me from sunlight, the air condition blowing massive cool air with music playing from a CD player somewhere in the house. Could it be possible that God created two heavens, one for me and one for himself? I got up and removed the covers away from my body.

Today was Friday and for the spectacular time that drifted by, I totally forgot all my problems. I forgot the world, I forgot my friends, my job, all the pissed off clients I had to satisfy, the brothel, everything. Nothing else existed apart from my mother whom I checked up on with my calls while sending food and gifts to. I couldn't go and visit her during my stay because of the paranoia I felt that Edward would follow me to the hospital. No matter how much I badly wanted him to know, he couldn't. I just couldn't bring myself to tell him. So I ordered food and sent it straight to her hospital room.

Seven days had passed with complete euphoria; each day was poles apart from the rest. I felt alive and free. The air was fresh here, there was tranquility, and there was pleasure. Everything was here. I felt happy and that was very seldom. The funniest thing was that I hadn't stepped out of the house since the day I placed my foot in it. How is that even possible? I was an indoor person but I had no idea I enjoyed it this much. I never got bored, I always had something to do like listen to music, read novels, dance around the house, anything. This might not be things to people but the fact that I didn't get to sit at the brothel and wait to be used like a rag really made me appreciate this little freedom.

Edward had resumed work on Monday and even though I didn't get to see him for thirteen hours, his return was sure something to talk about. He always came back with something special. It was really weird and I wanted to protest but he claimed that it never cost him to get it.

On Monday, it was a custom made card with a bag of chocolates.

"I fucking missed you," I pouted my lips as I embraced him into a tight warm hug, allowing his cologne to drown the air in my lungs. I didn't care; it had been thirteen whole hours. I needed my man.

"I missed you more," he let go and my face fell into a frown at the loss of body contact. "I got you something," my million dollar smile creased his lips. He brought out a big blue card that had BELLA boldly written in the front of it with gold glitters and a bag of chocolates in his other hand.

"Edward!" I admonished. "As I clearly recall, it's not my birthday and there is nothing to celebrate so why in heavens name do I have a fucking card with my name printed on it?"I folded my arms and gave him a look that showed my unambiguous disapproval.

"No it's not your birthday. But every day I spend with you has to be celebrated. It's like I won the lottery or some shit. So yeah if that isn't a celebration, I'm not sure what is." My cheeks burned as I collected the card from him and opened it. It read:

To my Darling B,

Can you keep a secret? I found a gem on my bed one morning sparkling in different colors. I wanted to give it to the museum but since I'm very selfish I decided that I'd rather keep it to myself. Now don't go telling anyone, because I'm afraid you'll be stolen.

-Yours truly,

Edward.

My face possibly turned to different shades but I couldn't help it, because that was the sweetest thing anyone ever said to me. I didn't know what came over me but I felt the need to truly show him I appreciated it, so I kidnapped him in a very suffocating kiss.

It was that day that all the most romantic words I'd heard started flowing like lava from his mouth. At first, I was uncomfortable with the amount of affection he was showing me because I really wasn't used to it. But then I decided to relish it because he made me feel so fucking good!

On Tuesday, it was his musical CD composed with all his piano music and some familiar songs we both knew.

"What's this now?" I looked at the CD case skeptically as he closed his bedroom door.

"It's a compilation of all my music, some I composed and others that I know you'd love to listen to," he flashed me a dashing smile.

"Edward," I purred as I opened the case.

"What? I didn't spend money," he placed his hands in front of him in surrender.

"But you spent time making it," I held the disc in my hands looking at it as the light bounced rainbow colors on it.

"Time is nothing when it comes to you." He walked closer to me. "I could stay with you, a century would pass by and I would never know." He took my face in his. "But every time I spend away from you, be it thirteen fucking hours, seems like a century," And before I knew it, he pressed my lips to his in a kiss.

Wednesday, it was a plant. Actually that was the worst looking plant I had ever seen in my entire life and I'm not kidding. It should have probably gone into Guinness world book of records for that title. Sometimes, I believe Edward is on drugs, no jokes.

"What the fuck?" I asked, mortified as I stared at the monstrous thing in his hand. It looked like a weed, something that grew wildly in the forest. There were no flowers, it was just green and plain. "This is…" I tried, scanning my brain for the most passionate way to describe UGLY in the harshest possible sense.

"A very beautiful plant," he chuckled at my expression.

"Edward sometimes, I believe you're insane. Like seriously," I teased. That's how Edward and I were, always teasing each other in every possible way we could.

"I know it's not pretty," he sighed. "But you're looking at it from the outside,"

"You think?" I huffed, thinking of how many possible ways you could look at a plant. Of all the holy fuckery,how the fuck can you look at a plant from the inside? Maybe I'm really that shallow. "You know I'm beginning to think that you don't think I'm pretty," I made my way to the bed. "I mean most girls usually receive roses or other beautiful flowers from their man but no…not you." I finished as I sat on the bed. "Now it's either that or your brain is just mentally fucked up!"

"Why give a rose when it would wither away?" he watched a perplexed expression slap my face and quickly responded. "This is called 'a never die plant'. It's kind of immortal, well supposed to be. If it isn't that florist is gonna give me back my money!" he joined me, mimicking my position on the bed. "It doesn't need to be watered. It does well in sunlight but doesn't require it. It can thrive in the shade. Any natural disaster that falls on it won't kill it."

"How the fuck is that even possible?"I asked growing more confused by the minute.

"Not sure, but how about you tell me in a few years?" his lips twitched into a sexy smile.

On Thursday, it was a gold pendant that was heart shaped and had a lock on it.

"Now, this," he held it in his hands. "Is a pendant," Of course idiot! I'm not a moron, I can see that! "It has a lock on it," Does he think I'm blind? I rolled my eyes, "The lock has a key," Duh! "The lock signifies…" Your heart? My left eyebrow rose. "That you're bound." I so was not expecting that statement and my mouth flew agape. "The brothel isn't your only way out Bella," he said demurely. "I'm here." He showed me the key that bounced on his left palm. "I'm always here for you and whenever you're ready, I'll be here." He kissed the key and handed me the pendant. "Wanna put it on?" I nodded, too speechless to talk. I slid it on the chain my mother gave me. Now I could have the two most treasured people in my life literally close to my heart.

So that's how I fucked five days till Friday, I couldn't even begin to comprehend what else could be better than being with Edward. I never wanted to go back to the brothel after this few blessed days of glee but I knew I had to. Yes Edward could help me but I was too far deep in. I was already below the sea and he was still at shore searching for me.

I finished brushing my teeth and washing my face before heading downstairs. Alice was in the kitchen making coffee when I walked in. Paradise did have a small hole in it and it was Alice Cullen. She hadn't spoken to me since our incident. She had returned from Jasper's house on Sunday night and she hadn't said a word to me since then. Her school had resumed so I wasn't entirely punished by her livid stares and rejection.

"Alice," I called, hoping helplessly that she would look up and regard my presence for once. I hated her being mad at me, I felt like a big ton of bricks had fallen on me every time she ignored me. Sometimes the feeling was replaced with slight annoyance. I couldn't understand why she was so angry; maybe she didn't approve of Edward's decision and thought I wasn't good for him. The truth had become poison now and our friendship was definitely swimming in it. "Alice," I tried again, this time making my voice a little higher.

"Alice, are you ever going to talk to me?" I asked as I watched her pour the hot coffee into her mug, rejecting my presence once again. "Look, I'm sorry okay! But you don't understand," I ran a perturbed hand through my bundle of hair.

"Understand what Bella?" her mug hit the ceramic counter with a loud clank which startled me. She had recognized my presence alright.

Okay so note to self: Alice was definitely anything but cute and bubbly when she was angry; in fact she looked deadly.

"No enlighten me Bella, that what? That you didn't trust me enough to tell me what you do for a living, I trust you to tell you everything!"

"I know and I understand that you're upset but--" she cut me off.

"No you don't! I was the one in charge of the club that day," she pointed a finger to herself. "I rented it for my party that day and you broke into a fight. A fight about your job, a job that you never told me about." She took a sip of her coffee and paused. "Friendship is a two way thing Bella and if I can't trust you and you can't trust me, then we aren't exactly friends." Her last sentence struck me like an arrow. "I can't talk right now, I've gotta go. I have school," and with that she scurried out of the kitchen, leaving me to slowly digest and absorb every word that came out from her lips.

Paradise definitely had a hole in it.

Tears ran through the brim of my eyes and down my cheeks. This definitely reminded me of reality. No matter how hard I tried to escape it, it always came back haunting me. I cried for what felt like hours on the kitchen floor and when my body finally became tired, I walked back to Edward's room to sleep.

I woke up and noticed that Edward had returned because of his black suit case sitting on the table beside the mirror close to that ugly plant. I yawned and rubbed my eyes as I stood up from the bed. I still felt a bit weak and my stomach growled furiously reminding me I hadn't eaten today. I walked downstairs and stopped when I heard voices coming from the dining room. I took gradual and quiet steps as I tried to recognize them.

"I can't believe this Edward!" I heard Rosalie's voice yell.

"Rose calm down," Emmett said softly.

"I'm not calming down Em! Your brother is acting like a freaking moron. Did she steal your fucking brain?" she continued ranting in a high pitched voice.

"What's it to you Rose? Please fucking tell me because I don't know why you have a fucking opinion in this matter, it's none of your damned business, it's no one's business!" Edward fired back.

"I have a fucking opinion because I take you as my brother too! I always have and always will whether you like it or not. I'm your friend and your sister in law, I'll tell you when you've gone batshit!!" she shouted back.

"Rose calm down," Emmett intervened again.

"Emmett don't fucking tell me to calm down! If you're not going to talk to him about it then I will!" she barked back.

"I don't really see what the problem is, why the fuck is everyone so agitated?" Edward's voice lowered.

I wanted to go back upstairs, it felt wrong eavesdropping but my curiosity didn't allow me. I wanted to know why they all sounded so intense and irate.

"Because she's a prostitute you dumbass!" she growled.

My breathing accelerated and my heart started doing high jumps. It was because of me?

"If I hear that word from anyone's mouth, I'd fucking kill that person!" Edward bellowed.

My feet stayed firm on the floor as I tried to hear the conversation.

"Emmett talk to your fucking brother, I'm going to meet Jacob. Maybe you can stick some sense into his idiotic brain." She said and after a few minutes I heard the door bang loudly.

Silence devoured the room as I stood there wondering if they were going to continue their banter. Few minutes passed before Emmett spoke. He didn't seem angry but his tone seemed frustrated and tired.

"Edward you must know that this is a huge deal. Mom and Dad have been quarreling about it since your last encounter with them. Tanya is still sulking in my house and hoping you would come visit her. Plus Nana is coming very soon and you know how the Nana is. She is not going to take it likely that the whole family isn't all jolly when she shows."

"You guys are stressing the shit out of me. I have work to do and then you guys decide to blow up all because I'm in a serious relationship, wasn't this what everyone wanted?"

"Yes it was. But it wasn't the kind that blew the whole newspapers in Forks away. The news was much unanticipated even I was shocked when Tanya exploded everything."

"I don't know what you guys want me to do, Em. I seriously don't know because you're all confused."

I was about to start climbing the stairs back to the bedroom when I heard Emmett pop the question.

"Do you love her?"

I stopped and leaned against the white painted walls. I had truly heard enough and I don't know why but I was suddenly anticipating his answer. I didn't know what to expect, I wasn't sure what I wanted him to say. My heart started sprinting full time in my chest and my palms became all sweaty as anxiety crept up my spine at a rapid rate. I didn't know what I wanted to hear but I knew whatever was about to come out from his mouth could possibly change everything.

"Yes," his breathy velvet voice said softly.

OH MY DEAR GOD!!!! Edward Cullen loves me! Fuck me backwards!!!! Was this supposed to be a shocker? Surely he had dropped all the signs, but to think he actually felt it. Was I supposed to be happy? This was so confusing. How was I supposed to react to this? Aro would never encourage this. This can't be good. He loves me? Three freaking months and some weeks and he loves me? Is that how it's supposed to work? God, what I'm I supposed to do? The questions flooded my brain.

"But I can't…" he sighed.

My heart tightened, those three words literally almost knocked the wind out of me. I held my chest and slowly walked upstairs, I had heard enough. But he can't? Of course he couldn't. He said it didn't mean anything to him that I was a prostitute but I should have known better. Because there was no way it couldn't have bothered him. I was sharing my body with other men after all, basically cheating with his knowledge and he couldn't do anything about it. His family was against it, the media had almost killed him from the news of the club that day. Of course it bothered him, he just lied.

He lied.

He lied.

He lied.

He couldn't love me because the truth is two of us could never be. We were two different pieces that were scattered at separate corners, not able to fully connect. I was a step down for him and there was no way I could ever measure up to him to be equal. Him, the beautiful billionaire and me, the pretty prostitute; this definitely could never work. I should have known this was a big deal, I was only hoping what Heidi said about dreams coming true. But they could never come true because we were in real life and in real life; there was no prince charming with a white horse. And this was definitely not a Cinderella story. So of course this would bother him. I'm so fucking stupid.

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So what do y'all think? Hahaha… don't worry Edward isn't going to let Bella know he loves her yet, well at least not in the next chapter. It's time to release the Nana (for those who didn't get it, it's his grandmother).

What do you think of my attempt to be romantic? This was really hard for me to do because I'm not really into all those Edward lines. Hope it didn't sound too cliché.

Now I know people wanted Alice and Bella to reconcile but it would come soon. At this moment, she's just confused. Maybe I'd do an outtake from her perspective, not sure.

I had to make him do some sort of declaration because there is so much to come and I can't wait for this slow snail walk I'm building.

Tell me how you feel, was it good? Lord I hope it was good.