Edward finds himself lost in his life. Isabella wants nothing more then to have a fairy tale ending. Edward gets lost in downtown L.A. and meets Isabella who charges him for the directions. Taking a chance on each other, Edward hires Isabella to be his date for the week. Do they find what they are looking for each other or lose everything all the way?
Disclaimer : I own nothing Twilight Related. All credits to Stephenie Meyer.
Hollywood Strip, Los Angeles
Edward's P.O.V :
A older gentlemen with a large dirty grey and black beard and a dirty trucker hat picks thought garage bags in front of a one story run down house.
I roll down the passenger window down, "Excuse me, how do I get to Beverly Hills?"
The man looks up and gives me a toothless grin, "You're all ready here. We are sitting outside of Andrew Garfield's house."
I pinch the bridge of my nose, "Thank you for that." I peel away down the street, girding the gears to shit. I pull over to the side of the street.
"First then down into third?" I question myself, moving my hands in the monition of the stick stiff.
"Hey Baby, you looking for a date?" An angelic voice says in my car window.
I look up to meet a pair of beautiful light big brown eyes with a pale skin, pump pink lips and blonde fake bob.
"Ah ha. I just need direction." I flash a smile at her.
She twitches her eyebrow at me, "All right for five bucks." she smiles, sweetly.
"5 bucks?" I snap, staring at her like she'd grown a third head.
"It just went up to ten bucks." She taps her fingers on the door frame.
"You can't charge me for directions?" I'm outraged by this gorgeous, frustrating woman.
"I can do anything I want. I'm not the one who's lost." She rolls her eyes and stands up, trying her back to me.
I'm so lost. I need this woman's help. "Alright. Alright." I sigh.
She squeaks and jumps into the car, "It'll be 20 bucks. And I'll even show you where the stars live."
"That's alright. I've already been to Andrew Garfield's," I grumble, pulling my wallet from the seat of my grey Gucci dress pants.
She grabs the money from my hand, our finger touches, sending an electrify thought my body.
I manage to put the car into drive and pull away from the curb.
"Lights! Lights would be good, Jesus!" she shakes her head freaking out at me. "Do you know what you're doing or where you're going?"
I frown at her question. "Of course I know what I am doing and I'm going to the Fairmont." I grind the gears some more.
She hums, "Well I bet this Volvo could rail corners like nothing." She sighs with a deep thought.
"How do you know so much about cars?" She didn't seem you're typical backwoods grease monkey.
"The boys back home would buy cars cheap and fix them up. I paid attention. You don't' seem like the type to drive yourself around." She bites her lip and knots her fingers together in her lap.
"No, I am not. My first car was a limo." I pull over to the side, and manage to put the car in park, "You drive."
She squeezes and jumps out of the car, running the drive side, nearly slamming the car door into me with all her excitement.
"Am I allowed to ask your name?" I stare at her profile watching the lights flicker across it.
"Who ever you want it to be, Baby." She giggles, and glances over at me.
"Seriously." I wait for her answer.
"Bella. Isabella." She sighs, and bites her lip.
"Isabella, I'm Edward." I adjust my tie.
"You know that's my favourite name, Edward." She smirks. "So Edward are you a lawyer? You seem like a lawyer to me."
I laugh, "No, Isabella. I'm not a lawyer. How do I seem like a lawyer?"
She looks over at me, "You have that boring look about you. Well what do you actually do. Do you build anything?" She giggles.
"I'm sure you see a lot of lawyers in your line of work."
"I see a lot of everybody."
"I buy companies and sell off the pieces."
"That sounds uhh.. Interesting." Isabella mumbles.
"Isabella, don't mumble. By doing it, it ensure that thousands of people don't lose their jobs."
"How much does this all cost?" She turns the corner, pressing the gas a little harder.
"The one I'm trying to buy now. I'm offering a five billion."
"You have five billion dollars just to buy companies?" She gasps at me.
"No, some I borrow from banks and stocks."
"But you don't build anything?" she hmms.
"No, Isabella. I don't."
"Well that was fun, Edward. Thank you." She hops out the car, pulling down the back of her skirt.
I watch her killer ass and legs walk away, and groan at the thought of sinking my cock into that.
The Valet runs over, "Are you going to need the car tonight, Mr Cullen?"
I shake my hand, draping my trench coat over my arm, "No, thank you."
"Isabella, come please." I snap my fingers.
She looks at me, "You didn't just snap your fingers at me."
I pull my wallet out of my pocket, and take out another 20 dollars, "To take a cab back to your office.."
She walks over shaking her hips, "My office." She laughs. "Thank you, Edward."
"Anytime, Isabella. You" I nod to her.
She drops her head down and walks over to the bus stop.
I stop and watch her for a second, "No Cab?"
Isabella sits on top of the bench, "Nah, I like the bus."
"Come with me, Isabella." I motion her over. "I want you to come stay with me tonight."
She hops off the bench. I hand her my trench coat, "Here put this on."
She slips her arms through the jacket, "Why do I need to put this on."
"Because this is the kind of hotel that doesn't pay the rooms by the hour." I gasp my hand on her back, gilding her along.
The doorman opens the door for us, "Mr Cullen." he nods.
I stop by the reception desk, "Any messages?"
The young clerk behind the desk, shakes her head, "No, Mr Cullen."
"Will you send up, some strawberries and champagne to my room."
"Yes, Mr Cullen." she picks up the phone, "Yes room service to Mr Cullen's room. Yes Strawberries and Champagne."
Fairmont Hotel, Beverly Hills
Bella's P.O.V:
Edward holds the door open for me. "Holy Shit!" my mouth falls open at how beautiful this hotel is.
Edward rushes me over to the elevators. Another couples looks me up and down.
I place my leg on my the wall, pulling my jacket to the side, "Shit honey. There's a run in my panties hoes."
I look over that man, and giggle, "Wait, I'm not wearing any."
The door dings, "Well colour me happy! Would you look at the size of this thing."
"First time in a elevator." Edward says to the couple. He motions them in.
"No, well catch the next one. Close your mouth dear." She mutters to her husband.
I on the bench, lifting my leg up and holding my jacket in-between my legs.
"The Penthouse, Mr Cullen?" the Bellboy says, staring at my legs.
I run finger tips along my thigh, teasing the bellboy.
"Yes. Now." He snaps at the bellboy.
Jeeze he's not only bossy with me. He's bossy with everyone.
"Penthouse Suite, Mr Cullen." the bellboy squeaks.
"Isabella, Come." Edward motions me out.
I walk out of the room, "You know I've been here and they do rent this suite by the hour."
Edward chuckles. I smile at him, grinning.
He pulls out a card key, "I wish I'd hadn't stop making real keys." he flusters, trying to open the door.
The door opens to a suite that was better then my room at the motel. The hallway led into the living which branched off into the master suit with on suite bathroom.
"Wow." I gasp, wandering around the room. The living has French doors, leading out to the balcony. I wander over, my heels clicking on the marble floor.
"I bet you can't see the whole city from here." I say to Edward as I head back into the living room.
"I'll have to take your word for it. I never go out there. I'm scared of heights."
"When why the do you stay up here?" He's sitting at a marble desk, looking at papers. I plant my ass on the side of the table. He looks up at me. "You're sitting on my work." He mutters, watching me with hooded eyes.
I sexually lift my ass up, his long fingers, grasp the papers and pull them away. His eyes never leaving mine. I didn't notice until now how beautiful his eyes are. Almost a shade of dark emerald green. I find myself getting lost in them.
"It's the best." he says, simply. "And there is no penthouse on the first floor. How much for the night?" Edward says, breaking me from his spell.
I smirk, "A hundred." I raise my eyebrow, waiting.
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