EPOV

I'm freaked the fuck out, can't sleep even though I'm worn out and exhausted. One look to my right makes me smile like a giddy as fuck teenager, dark hair fanned over the pillow, fitted sheet torn of the corners off the mattress. Her dark lashes cast shadows over her under-eyes, the majestic pout taunting me.

I've had her three times, and it's late — early, actually and I know I should leave her alone, let her sleep so she's not a fucking mess when she wakes up for work. I smirk, thinking about her not having to walk to work since she's already there. Doe's on her stomach, head facing me, arms under the pillow she propped up underneath her face.

Fucking here brings me to another planet, one where it's just the two of us. I'm a dick, one who offers premium whisky to a recovering alcoholic. I almost cringe as I think back to it. I'm dangerous for her, I can tempt her with my ways and it's scaring me, but the way little Doe makes me feel is unlike anything I ever experienced. Her hugs hold me captive even though I can easily throw her off me. Her kisses drive me insane with need, and the slightest of her touches makes my cock stir. I watch her body, the curve of her ass under the covers, and the sides of her tits that make me want to wake her and fuck her all over again. I know she uses her body, my attraction towards her to distract me and she succeeds every time. Even though we desperately need to talk to each other, I ended up fucking her until one neighbor almost drove a hole through the wall by banging it so loudly. It only made us laugh, made Bella so fucking loud as I made her come for the fifth time.

I feel like such a failure, like a fucking newbie — sleeping with a mark… But I can't help myself. Little Doe draws me to her and I can't resist. I don't fucking want to, either. When I sit up I grab my phone off the nightstand and try to figure out a way to make this situation go away. Maybe she won't even have to know about it, that somebody wants her dead. I still can't think of any reason because she's a fucking angel, and she's in my fucking bed.

My business ventures through the dark web are always encrypted, and I always make my emails vanish from the client's accounts. Luckily, I still have a copy of mine and I try everything in my power to lift the veil off my client's identity. The IP-address tells me it's New York, and that would make sense if it was this Paul guy we ran into on the street earlier.

My fingers flit to social media, finding Bella Swan and I look through her friend-list. She should be more careful because I have my hands on fucking everything even though we're not connected through anyone.

I pinch the bridge of my nose and watch the time. It's after two am and I haven't slept a wink. I'm going to feel this in the morning…

There's a Paul in her friend list, but there's barely anything on his account, except for a few profile pictures. Rosalie and Emmett are on there as well, generic and predictable with matching pictures and status updates.

"Who the fuck needed to hire me for this, baby?" I whisper to myself, brushing some locks of hair out of Bella's face. I'm concerned and convinced I can find this person, deal with them myself so this threat can go the fuck away and we can move on with our lives. Maybe together, maybe apart, but I have to try.