I do not own Twilight.

Once again Sherry deserves so much love for everything she does for me.

Bella.

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The next few days after Mr. Cullen met Alice had been interesting; we returned to our normal businesslike attitude except for one important aspect.

"Call me Edward, Miss Swan, unless we are with a client." I had been utterly shocked and was unable to respond in time, my eyes stayed on his retreating back as he entered his office and shut the door.

TURN one. TURN two. TURN three.

That's how we began our tentative friendship. He would come out of his office to talk about mundane things, slowly building up familiarity, and asking questions about myself. Everything seemed to be going well until I got a little too comfortable.

"What about your family?" I asked during our conversations over coffee, and that's all it took.

"I don't have a family, they died when I was a child." He stood, his back stiff and his mouth set into a hard line. "Thank you for the coffee Miss Swan." I watched him as he walked away, feeling utterly confused.

He must have someone.

~CC~

The next week was quiet and we kept a cool distance between us.

Today we had a meeting with a potential client. I set the conference room up next to Mr. Cullen's office, ready for the meeting.

I was dressed in my best skirt and blouse, it was very form fitting and extremely flattering. I heard the elevator ding and made my way out, greeting Mr. Beirs and the rest of his colleagues. That was always something I noticed, every meeting we had, the other party often consisted of at least four colleagues. Mr. Cullen only ever brought me, and even that was rare.

He seemed to keep everything close to his chest. He had to have control of all aspects, never really delegating, and often doing menial tasks that others in similar companies would not lower themselves to do.

"This way, gentlemen, Mr. Cullen will be with you shortly." I smiled, and showed them to the room offering them coffee before knocking on Mr. Cullen's door.

"Your four o'clock meeting is here Mr. Cullen." He sat, staring at me not moving, I didn't even know if he was breathing.

"Mr. Cullen?" He shook his head and gave me a strained smile.

"Thank you, Miss Swan, please get your laptop and meet me in there. I would like you to take notes."

I nodded and retrieved my laptop, meeting him and his clients in the conference room.

Watching him command the room was amazing. I found myself getting turned on, which had been happening quite regularly lately. I found myself daydreaming as he closed the meeting, imagining his hands on me, the feel of his lips on my skin.

"Miss Swan, please show these gentlemen to the elevator." His voice broke me from my fantasies, making me jump slightly.

My breathing was labored and he stepped forward, looking concerned. "Are you okay, Miss Swan?" I nodded and jumped up, escorting Mr. Beirs to the elevator.

Before Mr. Beirs stepped in, he stopped and turned to me.

"Miss Swan it was truly a pleasure meeting you, would you do me the greatest pleasure in allowing me to take you to dinner one evening?" I was shocked, and before I could answer, a hard voice sounded from behind me.

"Miss Swan is unavailable, this evening or any other evening, Mr. Beirs." I turned to face Mr. Cullen, but his eyes were looking behind me, his dark stare fixed on Mr. Beirs.

"No problem, Mr. Cullen. Good afternoon, Miss Swan." I heard the elevator close and was about to speak when he spoke, making me jump.

"Don't start Miss Swan, you will not be dating Mr. Biers or anyone for that matter." He turned and walked into his office making my anger grow. How dare he?

How fucking dare he?

~~CC~~

How dare he think he can tell me who I can and cannot date.

I stormed off, following behind him. Entering his office and slamming the door behind me. I was breathing hard and my eyes were trained on his back, he stood in the middle of the room, not moving; his hands clenched into fists at his side.

"What the hell was that?" I growled out.

"Nothing, he isn't right for you. I was doing you a favor." He didn't turn, and it just increased my anger.

"You had no right, Edward, no right at all." At the sound of his name, he spun around. His eyes were filled with anger. What right did he have to be angry?

"No, right." His hands found his hair and he pulled on it hard, making me wince. "She says I have no right," He started to pace, and I could see his mouth move like he was talking to himself. Counting?

"I have every right Bella, you're mine." I gasped at his confession, utterly confused, which wasn't unusual when dealing with this man.

"Yours? I'm not yours. My God, you don't even know what you want." I groaned in frustration and turned to leave. I couldn't deal with this now, I had to think.

Before I could fully open the door, his hand slammed it shut and he spun me around. His mouth meeting mine in a hard, unforgiving kiss.

"Your mine, Bella, I can't fight it any longer." I kissed him back, putting all my anger into it. His arm comes around the small of my back, crushing me to his chest. I don't understand what changed.

"Stop overthinking it, just feel." He pulls me to his desk. Both of our hands working on each others clothes. I had his shirt off and my blouse had been ripped open in his frustration.

He sat down on his desk, pulling me to him. My hands worked his zipper down, pushing his pants to his knees. My skirt was hitched up to my waist, his hand pulling at my underwear, snapping my panties in half at the crotch.

"Stop destroying my clothes," I mumbled between kisses.

"Shut up, I will buy you new ones." He reaches down and pulls his wallet from his desk drawer, removing a condom and rolling it on. He grasped my legs, pulling them up around his waist, he leaned back so I was straddling his lap, leaning up on his elbows.

"Put me inside Bella," I grabbed him, placing him at my entrance, "Lower yourself slowly, Miss Swan." My eyes flicked to his, his smile was wicked.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen," my eyes close as I sink down onto him. "Ohhhhh," I groan, feeling each and every inch of him inside me, "So deep." I lower myself slowly, pausing a little halfway down.

He lies back, his legs hanging over the edge, and grabs my breast. His thumb circles my nipple and my legs begin to shake as I struggle to keep my position. "Come on, Miss Swan, take all of me." He pinches my nipple, making me moan.

I lower myself all the way, my head falling back. One hand leaves my breast and slides up my body and onto my throat, his whole palm covering it.

Grasping gently, he pulls me down, kissing my lips as my hands find his shoulders, giving me more leverage.

"Now fuck me, Miss Swan." I kiss him back, pushing up with my knees a little before dropping back down. It was a lot clumsier than I planned, but it had been a while.

I continued to move slowly at first, but I soon got into a steady rhythm, he starts to rotate his hips in time with my movements.

"Does it feel good, Miss Swan?" he groans, flexing his hips.

"Yes," I pant, "so good." My legs and arms are visibly shaking now, and I was finding it hard to keep the rhythm.

Sensing my growing tiredness, he pulls himself up, grasping my bottom as he plants his feet on the floor. His legs firmly apart, he starts to move fully with me. My arms wrap around his neck as he takes complete control of my body, moving it as he wants.

"So fucking good, never knew," He mumbles between kisses.

"Oh, God," I feel the pleasure build as his hips loose rhythm, he's close.

"Come, Bella," My breath stutters out, I need to come, so bad.

"Now, Miss Swan. Come now," and that was all it took to bring us both over the edge.

Both of us were panting, sweaty messes, and it took a couple of minutes for me to come to my senses.

"Oh God." I scrambled off him, pushing my skirt back down.

"Stop... Please Bella, let's talk." I grabbed my shirt off the floor, putting it on. I realized I was unable to button it because he had ripped it off me, sending my buttons flying everywhere.

I stood there, clutching my shirt tightly around me, waiting for him to speak. I watch him pull up his pants and turn to face his desk. His gasp sounded through the room; he quickly started picking everything up and placing it on his desk, back where they belong.

After a few minutes he stood, eyes wide, looking around the room, obviously something was wrong. Before I could ask what was wrong, I saw it, lying under the sofa was a pen. My eyes flicked back to his desk where two pens lay. I strode over to the sofa, picking up the pen. I turned and gave it to him, sending him a gentle smile.

"I have OCD."

I nodded, watching him line it up with the other two. I had guessed it was something like that.

Just as I opened my mouth to speak his office phone rang. I watched him pick it up, listening intently to whoever was on the other end. His eyes met mine and I could see he was torn.

"Okay, thank you Amanda." He placed the handset down and ran his hand through his hair.

"I have to leave." His eyes held me captive.

"What?"

"I have a therapist appointment." He looked down, clearly uncomfortable.

"Oh… Okay."

"Please Bella, can we have lunch tomorrow? Or I can meet you later?" His eyes looked slightly panicked.

"Edward, it's fine. Lunch tomorrow sounds good." I smiled gently, I couldn't meet him later, I needed to think… And talk to Alice.

"Good," he blew out a deep breath, standing, he grabbed his jacket, and walked over to me. Placing a small sweet kiss on my stunned lips. "Thank you Bella. I promise you won't regret it."

I watched him leave, my eyes firmly on his retreating ass. My God I just want to take a bite out of it.