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.

Warning : Lemon inside.

Penthouse Suite Fifty-First Floor, Fairmont Hotel:

Isabella Swan's P.O.V :

A smile comes on his beautiful face, "Hundred dollars for the night?"

I lean in, unzipping my boot, "Hundred dollars an hour."

He ponders for a moment, watching me. "Done. Do I give you the money now?"

I nod, biting my lip. I peak at him from the under my lashes.

He shakes his head, "I'm assume cash is suitable." He takes out his wallet handing me five hundred dollars.

I take the money and fold them to place it in my stockings. "Alright." I pull out a stack of condoms.

"I got yellow, purple, pink and one gold circle left. Nothing is getting through this baby." I hold them out like a deck of cards.

Edward smiles, "Are you always this prepared?"

I shrug, biting my lip, "What can I say I'm a safety girl."

The door bell rings.

I look at Edward, "Why don't I make myself useful and get that."

I skip to the door, knowing Edward is staring at my ass. I swing the door open as a different busboy.

"Where would you like it?" He monitions to the tray in his white gloved hands.

I fold my hands behind my back, looking at Edward, "Where would we like it?"

Edward nods to the living room, "The table."

The busboy walks towards the living room. I shrug at Edward and follow behind him. He turns toward me looking at me.

I stare at him, "What are you looking at?" I turn to Edward, "What is he looking at?" I snap.

Edward stands up, "Here you go." he hands the young man a twenty dollar bill.

I blush, "Right a tip. I knew that." I smirk at Edward. I sit down on the floral footstool, waiting for Edward to decide.

He walks over to the champagne and pours a glass, he hands it to me.

I take a slip, and lick my lips before downing the glass down. Edward holds out the sliver bowl of strawberries.

"Strawberry?" he asks, his voice smooth like velvet.

I look at the strawberries and then up into Edward's eyes, "What for?"

He chuckles slightly, "its to bring out the favour in the Champagne."

I purse my lips and hand him my glass to pour me. I take the bowl from him and move over to the TV area, setting down my strawberries. Edward hands me back my glass, bubbles pop inside.

"You're not having?" I notice he hadn't poured himself a glass.

"I don't drink." Edward says, simply. I gasp at him, "Really?"

"Yes, Isabella." Edward sighs, his cellphone rings in the background. "If you'll excuse me." he mutters going to answer.

Penthouse Suite Fifty-First Floor, Fairmont Hotel

Edward Cullen's P.O.V :

"Cullen." I remark in the phone. Jacob lets out a sigh, "Where the fuck have you been?! I called the hotel almost two hours ago and they said you hadn't a showed up until now." Jacob freaks out.

"Jacob, I got lost and went to Andrew Garfield's house." I sigh, running my fingers through my hair.

"Andrew Garfield? Who the fuck is Andrew Garfield?!" Jacob screams.

I hear Isabella giggling in the front room.

"It doesn't matter, Jacob. What did Aro say about the deal?" I change the subject quickly.

"Aro says he doesn't want to steal. That he wasn't his grandson Alec to take over the company. That's what he said." Jacob grumbles.

"Make a dinner plans for Aro and his grandson and myself plus one." I glance down at the calendar on my Iphone making a note of it.

"Edward, who's your plus one? You don't have a plus one." Jacob starts to sweat over the phone.

"Jacob, calm down I have someone in mind. Now if you'll excuse me, I have a lot of planning to do for tomorrow and I will see you at the office at nine." I hang up the phone with giving Jacob a chance to say anything.

I come back into the living room, to find Isabella laying on her stomach, her feet up in the air, eating strawberries, drinking champagne and watching I Love Lucy in black and white Spanish.

She laughs out, loud shoving a strawberry into her mouth. I sit down on a chair near her. She's intoxicating.

She glances over at me, "Aren't you going to join me? I have a like picnic going on down here."

I smile, slightly, shaking my head. She pouts, her pump lips looking so kissable.

I motion her towards me. She sits up on her knees and crawls towards me, settling into my legs.

I reach out and touch her bob wig, my fingers grasping the ends. She watches me, carefully. I drop the wig from my fingers.

"What do you want?" She asks, getting close to my face. I feel her hot breath on my lips.

"What do you do?" I ask, carefully. I look into her big brown eyes.

"Everything." She smirks, looking at my lips, "Expect kiss on the mouth."

I find myself smirking back at her, "Either do I."

She peaks at me from under her eyelashes. And starts unbuttoning the collar of shirt. She works her way down the buttons.

I sigh contently, enjoying the work of her fingers.

She grabs my hips and slides me down the chair. She bites her lip and starts unbuttoning my pants.

Isabella sits back and grabs my feet pulling off my shoes and socks. She comes back up to my face.

I fingers over her lips. She kisses my finger, suckling on them.

Isabella reaches down and kisses my chest, working her way down.

Her finger tips, running along my happy trail. Making the blood boil in my cock.

Isabella pulls down my boxers, my cock springs out and bobs. Precum splits out the tip.

She purrs, and works her palm over the tip, spreading the precum over my shaft.

I groan, squeezing my fists together.

Isabella squeezes her way down the shaft. She reaches my balls and fonds them.

Her hot breath makes my cock twitch, before she slides her lips over my head. She makes me in more and more. I feel myself hitting the back of her throat. "Ohh fuck." I run my fingers in her hair.

She bobs up and down on me, sucking and jerking me. She plays with my balls, squeezing and rolling them in her hand.

Isabella takes me all the way in. I place my hand on her head and thrust into her mouth.

She runs her teeth along gently, "Ohh fuck. Isabella. I'm close." I thrust hard into her mouth, my balls tighten as I find my release. "Fuuck. Right there, Isabella!" I shot my hot cum into her mouth, it feeling it flowing down her throat.

She continues to suck me off, until I'm dry. She moans, sexually looking up at me.

"That was wow. I've never had anything like it before." I muse, smirking at her. She has some cum around her lips. I take my finger wipe it away, holding my finger up. She sucks deeply, groaning.

A/N: I know it's not quite as long as the first time. But I think I made up for it with a nice lemon :)

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