I sat out front of the gas station on the verge of wanting to cry out in frustration, when suddenly I felt a something heavy hit my lap. I quickly looked down to investigate, only to be surprised to find the Gatorade and beef jerky I was trying to buy just a few minutes ago, now sitting in my lap.

I looked around the parking lot to see who helped me out. The gas station was empty, except for one person, Mr. Expensively dressed, walking towards his lavish red Porsche.

I was grateful for this mysterious guys help but more than anything I was confused.

Why was someone rich like him helping me?

A stranger, a hooker, a nobody.

Before I could fully process that this complete stranger just helped me out, the Porsche pulled up to the side of the curb and I was met with Mr. Expensively dressed guy's gaze. His butterscotch brown eyes had me hypnotized.

"Get in." He demanded with an unreadable look on his face.

"Why are you doing this for me?" I asked taken back his actions.

He obviously wasn't expecting me to question his motives, as he let out a stressed out sigh and ran one of his delicate hands through his slicked back hair.

"Why the fuck do you care? It's a free ride. You should be grateful." He snapped

"Uh, thank you?" I answered, a bit hesitant as I opened the door to this beautiful sports car.

The car still had it's off the lot shine and the seats were leather. I was surprised he would let me seat in such a costly car.

I took my time before getting inside his Porsche, afraid to dirty the expensive, tan colored leather seat.

He seemed annoyed by my slowness and started to drum his fingernails across the dashboard as he waited for me to get in the car.

"Any day now." He mumbled under his breath, as I finally took my seat and shut the door.

Before I could even get my seatbelt on he took off down the road, almost as if he was using the gas pedal to get some of his aggression out. I quickly snapped my seat belt in place as we headed further down the road.

As we came up to a red light he came to a stop and seemed to calm down a bit much to my relief. I used this as a good time to introduce myself.

"I'm Jasper, by the way."

He turned towards me, gave me a look over before electronically rolling my window down.

"Thanks, the breeze feels nice." I said, as we took off again as the light turned green.

"That's not for you; it's for that god awful smell." He announced, scrunching his nose up in disgusted.

"Oh, sorry." I blushed embarrassed, turning to watch the scenery as we drove pass trees and buildings.

"So, what's your name?" I finally asked, after five minutes passed between us without a word.

"If I wanted to tell you my name I would have told you it."

"Well, then what should I call you then?" I asked taken aback by his annoyance.

"You can call me Master." He said quite seriously.

"Master?" I questioned.

"That's right, you got a problem with it, there's the door." He replied, catching me off guard as he stopped the car.

He leaned over my side, his face just a few inches from mine.

His eyes never left mine as he opened the passenger door. I melted under his intense gaze. My heart was beating so fast I thought it was going to jump right out of my chest.

There was no way I was leaving the comfy and safety of his car. It still bugged me that I didn't know his intentions but being officially homeless and broke I didn't have many other options. Not to mention I was too stuck on his beauty to move from my spot.

He smirked smugly at my lack off objection and shut the door again before moving back into his seat and restarting the car.

My hero was an asshole, and I was deeply attracted to him.

Note: As I'm sure you have guessed, Edward is no prince charming. Both Jasper and Edward are imperfect in their own ways. Review.