Hate is all I know

A Twilight Saga fan fiction

By NERRD-VampireLoverXxx

Disclaimer:

Stephanie Meyer owns all rights to the characters use in this story.

I own none of these.

It will all be in BPOV

Chapter 3 – Cock-tails

I dragged myself out of bed early the next morning getting ready for a meeting with my fabric suppliers about the material for my new dress and then choosing out of my own designs to stun Edward Cullen tonight.

I put on a red silk suit I had bought in New York a few years ago when I was showing some of my fashions, along with a red big hat I left my wavy brown locks down and natural flowing down my shoulders.

I took a cab to the store where I got all my material from and walked through smiling to the doorman who knew me from the amount of time I spent there.

"Miss Swan!" I heard the shout of the owner Jasper Hale, he was a nice man with blonde hair and kind blue eyes, Alice my publicist had the hots for him and they had gone out many a time on dates. They were a cute couple him being tall and her being petit and short.

"Mr Hale, did you get my email?" I held out my hand which he shook.

"Yes I was just about to send the samples for you. But what are you doing here?" He led me into his office where I sat in the red leather chair across from him.

"I had nothing planned so I decided to come in and look myself and save me having to send the samples back to you afterwards. Now I can just tell you my order as soon as I make the decision!" I gave him a small smile and started sifting through the different shades of lilac which were piled up on his desk. I quickly threw lots in a basket which was for the rejects; I was left with three pieces all were a silky material which would just literally slip over the skin, I picked the one which had a shine to it making me think that it would give my dress depth and allure.

"How much do you want?" jasper asked making notes in his books about the type of the material and the colour.

"3 metres just in case please." I asked folding the sample and putting it in my hand bag, Jasper often just sent me packages filled with samples of new materials they had just got in from England and Italy.

"Okay, let's go down and cut it for you." I followed Jasper down the stairs and through the store, lots of people turned to stare at me as I walked through the racks of ribbon, material, lace, trimming. They all knew who I was and I could see the jealousy written all over people's faces over my clothes and I even heard a whisper or two about my Italian handmade shoes, I smiled. It made me laugh when people got a little envious of my lifestyle when really I lived the same as most people in Florida, I ran my hand down the material hanging from the racks and inhaled the smell of the brand new material from the East. I loved the smell of fresh material it made me feel calm, I stopped to look at some of the lace edging and ribbon on a shelf. Jasper left me to get the ladder and get my material which was on the seventh shelf up; I sighed and thought about my meeting with Edward Cullen tonight. I was going to have to up my game to get him all hot under the collar at the bar, I still didn't know what I was going to do at the end of all this I certainly wasn't going to sleep with him or fall in love with him. That thought made me shiver!

"Here you are Miss Swan," Jasper handed me my material and I wrote him out a check for the material and he bagged up my purchase.

"Thank you" I gave him a small smile and walked out the door, the weather was warm and the air dry, a typical day in the warm climate.

I made my way to the warehouse where I kept one of every design I ever did in my size for my own personal use.

I wanted to look sexy, hot but I also wanted to show him that I was successful and capable to handling myself thanks to three years of karate that Charlie made me do when I was in high school to protect myself.

I picked out a white dress which came to my knee in leather, it was quite hot but it made my skin and hair look darker, it kind of gave the impression that I was innocent when I definitely wasn't.

I paired it with a white shawl which hung over my elbows and a pair of really tall stiletto heels.

I looked at my hair and decided that it looked like a cape around my shoulders; I was really pleased with my outfit and boxed it up to bring it home where I was going to get ready.

"Hello Isabella Swan speaking how can I help you?" I answered the phone in a big black towel, I had just got out of the shower, it was 5 o'clock and I had two hours to make myself hotter than the sun for Mr Assward.

"Hello Miss Swan this is Edward Cullen's secretary, I was just calling on behalf of Mr Cullen to check the venue for tonight." I heard Rosalie Hale's bored voice; she really didn't like her employer so I wonder why she still worked there? I suppose the salary was good since it was such a big magazine.

"Oh yes, it's the cocktail bar around the corner from Mr Cullen's offices and I will be there to meet him at 7pm sharp."

"Thank you very much Miss Swan I hope you have a good evening."

"You're welcome and thank you." I hung up and went back to getting ready for the evening of torture which I had planned for my victim.

"Taxi!" I yelled hailing a cab from outside my house, I wasn't going to drive and I couldn't be bothered to rent a fancy car or a driver for the night. It was just turning 7pm and I was going to be fashionably late, injecting some fear into Mr Cullen that I might not turn up or was just joking.

"Where to Miss?" The driver turned to look at me as I sat down in the back seat, I smiled and gave him the address, ignoring the fact that he was mentally undressing me with his eyes I schemed in my head throughout the drive about ways to make Cullen squirm in his seat.

"That'll be $2 please Miss," He said as I climbed out of the taxi, I passed him the money and turned to go when he shouted back at me.

"Have a nice night Miss!" I turned my head and smiled before walking through the double doors into the bar. I was met by a young man of about 19 who was there to collect the coats from people and hang them up. I passed him my shawl and watched with delight when his eyes widened and he started stuttering out compliments.

"You look l-l-lovely Miss," he blushed a fire truck red when I smiled at him and winked.

"Thank you" I said simply walking in and scanning the tables and chairs around me searching for my supposed 'date'. I spotted him drinking a deep purple cocktail at a table in the far corner of the room, no doubt sort after so that he could talk to me without being disturbed.

I walked over swinging my hips from side to side, men sat at the tables I walked past turned their heads to stare and the women with them glared at me with jealousy and hatred before hitting the men and forcing their attention back to them.

As I approach the table Assward looked up and blinked a few times before standing up and grinning at me in a way that made me feel like a piece of meat in a butchers.

"Hello Isabella, you're looking ravishing tonight and that dress really is a master piece." He complimented me turning to signal a passing waiter to order new drinks.

"Thank you Edward, you don't brush up too badly yourself. I'll have a sidecar thanks." I smirked and Assward ordered a between the sheets, typical, I should have known he'd order something like that. I was going to test him tonight to see how much of a player he really was by seeing what he would do if I were to become drunk and he were to take me home. Whether he would try and take advantage of me or whether he would behave like the perfect gentleman, most men failed this test epically because they got turned on by drunken women and some of the things they said.

"It really was wrong of you to say those things when you came to see me yesterday; it was difficult to hide certain things that happened when you said those things!" He scolded me with a playful gleam in his eye; I flashed him a grin and made my eyes all round and innocent.

"What wrong things? Everything I did and said was completely innocent!" I fake defended myself batting my eyelashes at him and smiling sweetly while I could see already he was getting turned on more and more with every word I spoke.

"Trust me the things those words did, if I were to tell you... well let's say you would be halfway to Paris!" He laughed and I pretended along with him, it wasn't really that bad talking to him if I was honest with myself and I was starting to find that he was quite appealing.

No! You can't fall for him! I mentally scolded myself for evening thinking for a moment that he was a nice person.

"Are you okay?" He looked concerned as he had seen the look of anger on my face; I quickly gave him a smile and accepted the drink the waiter gave me downing it quickly. I could feel the alcohol seeping through my blood stream slowly and I ordered three more to help the process of me becoming drunk go quicker.

"Hey hey, slow down yeah, we've got all evening no need to rush things." Edward smiled at me and ordered another drink for himself.

I drank another of my drinks and my sight was going slightly hazy as I can't hold my alcohol very well so I knew I would be drunk after 5 drinks.

"So Isabella what's your favourite colour?" Edward asked me holding his glass up in question, the question took me off guard- it was just human that it shocked me he should have made a sexual comment or joke.

"Oh black," I told him analysing his facial expressions and what they could mean.

"That's a shade not a colour, so I'll ask again what your favourite colour is" He asked staring into my eyes, oh so he was an intelligent person to know that black was indeed not a colour but in fact a shade.

"Oh then I don't have one, I don't really like colours." I explained feeling comfortable telling Edward this when I hadn't even told my father this fact about me.

"Why not?" He asked looking intrigued as to my statement; I blushed slightly a thing I hadn't done in years.

"They're too bright and happy, so what's your favourite colour?" I turned the conversation back to you as his face grew too concerned for my liking.

"Brown," He stated simply as though it was the most popular colour in the world, I snorted and laughed a proper laugh for once in the entire evening.

"Brown?" I raised my eye brow sceptically and laughed harder.

"Sure brown is warm and sweet like chocolate." He smiled and looked deep into my eyes, I looked down and broke the connection before it got too deep for my liking.

"You really do look lovely Isabella," Edward murmured smiling a crooked smile at me, I felt my eyes turn hard and cold when the thought entered my head that he probably said that to every single one of his conquests.

"I bet you say that to all the girls." I replied harshly turning away and signalling the waiter to bring me another drink.

"Maybe but you are the most beautiful one I have ever dated in my life." His eyes looked sincere but I knew that he was probably very accomplished in the art of acting.

A few drinks later and I was completely drunk and couldn't even walk in a straight line... well that was what Edward Cullen thought anyway since I wasn't drunk at all and was acting better than he thought I could.

"Remind me next time I take you to not let you touch alcohol the evening went far too quick than what I had planned." said Edward catching my arm and helping me into a taxi before getting in next to me. I kept giggling like a drunk and tried to look sort of out of it, I think it worked because the driver gave Edward a look which was between sympathy and disgust. I could tell exactly what was going on through his mind; the sympathy was the fact that he obviously couldn't have a coherent conversation with me and had to take me home in this state, but the disgust was that he saw Edward just like I had the first time I had met him as a player who was about to take advantage of a pretty girl who was drunk out of her mind.

"Keep the change," he paid the taxi and half dragged half carried me up the driveway to my front door.

"Now have you got the key?" He glanced at my bag but I knew from experience that men were deeply afraid of a woman's handbag.

"I have the key to you," I whispered reaching up to his ear, it was time to start my plan now we were alone I very well couldn't start in a taxi with someone else watching us.

"Yeah well you can keep that, but we need the key to your house to get in." I wobbled and started reaching into my handbag; I moved my hand around looking for a prop which would make him go completely mental. I bent my head down to pretend to look inside and threw a pair of black lacy knickers into Edward's list induced face and then went back to drunkenly muttering about finding the damned keys.

"I've got em EdWrrrrrrrd!" I stated and tried unsuccessfully to get them into the lock, I was waiting for Edward to do it for me when I turned he was staring holding the underwear as though it were oxygen and he was drowning.

"I can't get em in." I poked Edward and he came to life taking the key off me but I also saw him pocket my underwear- the cheek of it! (Pun not intended) He easily slotted them in and unlocked the door pulling me through to the hall and turning lights on as he went. I made a show of stumbling towards the stairs and trying to crawl up them when I felt him lift me up so my arm was around his shoulders and he helped me up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I flopped down on the bed whilst Edward looked out of the window at the great view, I had the feeling that if I was sober he would have said something about it too me.

I moved onto stage 2 of my plan; see what he would do if I started to undress in front of him.

I started pulling my shoes off and threw them on the floor the noise made Edward turn around and then I unzipped my dress and was about to drop it on the floor when Edward shouted.

"STOP! What on earth do you think you're doing Isabella?" He looked outraged and pulled my dress back up; I think my face was shocked with the fact that he hadn't stood there and watched instead he had basically told me to cover up my body.

"I'm getting ready for bed," I answered my hands moving to drop the dress to the floor again when his warm ones landed onto of mine holding them still, his face was now even closer and his green eyes burning into mine. I did what any drunk would do in these circumstances and leant forward pressing my lips against his. Edward started to react when he abruptly pulled back and retreated to the window again muttering under his breath and he sounded furious with himself.

"No this is wrong, I wanted our first kiss to be when you were sober and your drunk so you won't even remember any of this later on... Listen I have to go I hope you had a nice evening I know I did I'm really sorry about this. I'll call you when you're feeling better. Goodbye!" He fleetingly kissed my forehead and was gone I heard my front door close and then silence fell.

He had resisted...

He said that what he had done was wrong...

He had said he was really sorry...

Why?

I laid back still half dressed but instead of thinking of the reasons why he thought it was wrong and why he said sorry, all I could think about was how soft Edward Cullen's lips had been on mine and how much I had enjoyed kissing him.