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Chapter Two:

The lift.

Edward's P.O.V:

I pushed my way through the throng of paparazzi, not stopping to pose for a picture of give any kind of interview. They were leeches. They followed me everywhere I went always trying to get a picture of me or ask me a load of pointless questions. Amongst those pointless questions would always be the one I dreaded, 'Are you single?'. Yes I'm bloody single, if I weren't then I'd be shouting at the top of my lungs and showing off my girl.

Eventually I elbowed my way past all the paparazzi, accidentally elbowing a girl in the face. I had gone to apologise to her, then I realised she was a member of the Leech club.

I left my bodyguards to deal with the mob, while I went straight for the check in. I kept my head down and went straight to the first class lounge, no one would bother me there. I checked in and went straight to my gate. No one bothered me.

God I love first class.

Not that I'd ever stoop so low as to actually fly first class, I use my family's personal jet.

I was quickly escorted to the familiar plane and boarded.

This was it, I was on my way to see my family.

Whoop bring it on.

Note the sarcasm.

God I was being an arse hole but right not I just wanted to be on my own, no fans, paparazzi or family instead I was spending a holiday with my family, the paparazzi stalking me and fans begging me for my autograph.

Nice one Cullen.

The flight passed quickly, because I wanted it to go slowly. One minute we had been taking off and I had decided to rest my eyes and the next minute I was being woken up by the pilot announcing that we were about to land.

How had I slept that long?

I rushed through the airport, none of the paparazzi from home were there yet.

Result!

I almost felt like squealing with delight, until I noticed another mob of leeches waiting to capture me. I shut my mouth with a snap and tugged on my suitcase, squealing with delight would ruin my manly image and I no longer felt like it.

The paparazzi over here were just as fierce as the ones at home but with the help of my elbows and my bodyguards I was soon sitting in the car my parent's had sent to the airport. I dismissed my bodyguards and sat back into the plush seats. I had to prepare myself for the squealing, over excited girls and Emmett's sexual jokes. Bring it on.

The car eventually pulled up at my parent's house and I got out, leaving my luggage to the driver. I slowly walked up to the front door and knocked. My mother answered immediately and wrapped me in her embrace.

"Edward!" She cried, tightening her hold on me.

"Hi mum." I gasped out.

"Esme dear, you're suffocating our son." My father said, walking up behind my mother.

"Oh shut up Carlisle!" My mother cried pulling away from me and turning to scowl at my father.

"Hey dad." I said looking up at my father.

"It's good to see you Edward." My father said, shaking my hand.

"Where is everyone?" I asked, confused as to why I hadn't yet had my little sister burst my ear drums.

"They're all out shopping." My mother explained, she looked like there was something she wanted to tell me.

"What's wrong mum?" I asked. Oh dear god I swear to hell if she's pregnant…

"Edwards your father's friend Aro and his family are here and I'm afraid they're staying in your room."

"You gave my room away?" I cried, I knew fully well I was overacting but it was my room!

"I'm sorry Edward it's only for a week, we were wondering if you could stay at a hotel."

"Whatever mum." I said turning around and heading back to the car I had just gotten out of, ignoring my mothers shouts.

Bella's P.O.V:

I stood at the entrance of the airport, waiting for Cullen to make his grand entrance. I had arrived at the airport early so I could check in my luggage and that way I was free to capture Cullen when he arrived. It was freezing outside and I was beginning to rapidly regret taking this job. Charlie, my father, had not been happy when I told him I was going to 'stalk' Edward Cullen but he knew it was my only way to reach my dream. The paparazzi around me began to stir and prepare their camera's. Great we'd had a tip off that he was near, now lets just get this over with.

Cullen emerged from a black Bentley with tinted windows. I crashed through the crowd and lunged for Cullen, snapping frantically away. He didn't look too happy to see any of us. I managed to get in front of him at the front of the paparazzi, they were all shoving me trying to get to the front. I squealed as someone pushed me from behind and I went hurtling towards Edward Cullen. I was such a klutz without being pushed. My mind went straight to my camera, I would protect it no matter the cost.

I saw the ground coming closer to me and I felt someone's elbow connect with my eye, It hurt a lot. I cursed and hit the ground, the group of paparazzi and Cullen had passed, leaving me laying on the pavement clutching at my camera. I pulled myself up and sulkily walked to the ladies bathroom. I glanced at my reflection in the mirror to see a large purplish bruise forming on my eye where Edward Cullen and elbowed me. Great, another reason to hate him!

I quickly packed my camera into it's case as I heard the announcement for my flight.

I was now leaving my home to stalk a guy that had already violently abused me.

How fantastic! Every girls dream, I'm sure.

My mood did not improve. I soon found out I had been seated in front of a family who clearly couldn't control their vulgar children. They spent the whole flight crying and shouting. It took all of my control to stop myself from shouting at the woman. Not to mention all the looks I was getting for my black eye. They probably all thought I was being beaten up by my boyfriend and I'm guessing 'Edward Cullen elbowed me' would be classed as the new 'I walked into a door'.

I decided to take the rest of the day off and just explore my hotel and the city. I would be here for two weeks. I eventually managed to flag down a taxi at the airport and gave the man directions to the hotel. I was thankful to get out of the taxi since the guy hadn't stop staring from my boobs to my black eyes for the entire two hour journey. I declined his help with my suitcase and slowly made my way to the entrance of the hotel. It was a four star and quite well known around this area, or so I'd been told.

I went straight to my room. It was beautiful. The floors were oak and the walls were wallpapered with a silver flower pattern. The furniture was all modern and looked expensive. I could never have afforded this but my work was paying for it.

I decided I would go and check out the bar, it was better then sitting alone in my room.

I walked out of my room and down the hallway to the lift, it was already there waiting. I stepped inside not meeting eye contact with the man who was also in there. I pressed the button for the lobby and went to stand at the other side of the lift.

The lift jolted suddenly sending the man flying across the lift leaving me lying on the floor with the stranger lying on top of me. I blushed and glanced up at the man, the light in the lift was flickering.

Oh my fudging god.

I don't believe it, I must have the worst luck in the history of luck.

Lying on top of me was no one other then Edward bloody Cullen.

I groaned at the fact that he was crushing me and at the fact this was Edward Cullen lying on top of me.

Edward Cullen!

"Jesus, what happened to you?" Edward Cullen asked, clearly staring bug eyed at my black eye. Why couldn't he get off of me instead of asking about the black eye he had given me?

"You did." I replied, trying to shift out from under him.

I was actually staring to like the feeling of his body pressed up against mine and judging by the bugle I felt against my stomach, he had no complaints.

Being stuck in a lift with Edward Cullen was not improving my dislike of him.

Edward suddenly jumped off of me as realisation hit him.

Well whoopee lets give Cullen an Oscar.

"What the hell?" He cried backing up against the other side of the lift.

I arched an eyebrow at him and watched as he stared at me, his face going red with what looked like anger.

"What?" I asked, I didn't understand what he was so angry about. He had given me a black eye and yet here he was raging at me.

"You bitch."

"Excuse me?"

I don't like Edward Cullen but hearing him call me a bitch really hit a nerve.

"You heard me. You complete bitch, you're a leech! Stalking me to earn money." he was shouting at me now.

"Stalking you? You should be so lucky."

"Well what would you call it?"

"Taking pictures of you."

"Same thing." His face was bright red at this point, which I'm sure mine was too.

"Look I don't care about you or your stupid ego. Most of us paparazzi are just trying to make a living to feed ourselves and our families. It's alright for you, you have everything handed to you on a plate!"

"You know nothing about me!"

"I've been following you for the past three months, I know a lot about you."

"Okay what do you know about me?"

"Well I know you're a stuck up jerk who's head is too far stuck up your ass! You think you're so much better then everyone else but you're wrong. People admire you for your acting, yes but that's all. Get over yourself!" I screamed at him.

The next thing I knew Edward had pushed me the ground and was now straddling me.

"Bloody hell that was hot. No ones ever talked to me like that before."

"Well it's about time, get off me!"

Edward didn't get off me, instead he pushed his lips roughly against mine and slipped his tongue into my mouth. I tried to fight him but every muscle in my body wanted him. Hell even I was beginning to want him. I kissed him back with everything I had in me. I felt Edward's hands slide up my shirt and his hands found my breasts, I gasped into his mouth. My hands went up his shirt as I traced every muscle. He groaned into my mouth, sending shivers down my back. God I was really beginning to want him. His hands reached for the waistband of my trousers as my own went to the waist band of his jeans. I worked the buckle with my shaking hands and quickly pulled down his jeans as he did the same to my trousers. As soon as our trousers were off my hands darted straight to his shirt, I no longer cared that this was Edward Cullen. His chest was mouth wateringly delicious, now I knew why the pictures of him topless sold for double the price. I trailed kisses over his luscious chest and wrapped my arms around his neck pulling him closer to me. Edward un-button my shirt and quickly pulled it off of my arms.

I caught a glance of myself in the lift's mirror. It suddenly hit me that I was here in a broken down lift, in my underwear with Edward Cullen on top of me wearing just his boxers. If you had told me I would be doing this a week ago I would have shot you.

My hands went straight to Edward's boxers as his went to my knickers.

Edward's P.O.V:

Oh. My. God.

I glanced to my right to double check that there lying next to me, naked, was the paparazzi who I had earlier elbowed and given a black eye and now I had just had sex with her in a lift.

I was in deep.

I stood up still panting and slipped on my clothes, I was dimly aware of the girl doing the same next to me. I picked up her bra and silently handed it to her, not daring to meet her eyes.

I didn't even know this girls name.

All I knew was that she was beautiful and feisty and I had needed that.

When I was finally dressed I turned back round to face her, she was staring at the floor and her face was bright red. I wasn't sure whether that was because she was embarrassed or she was still flushed from what had just gone down.

"What's your name?" I asked, looking down at the floor. It seemed like the best question to start off with.

"Bella." She whispered, her voice shaking slightly.

I was about to say something else, I'm not sure what but the lift suddenly jerked into action and starting moving. If I was going to say anything else I was going to have to say it soon.

"Do you wanna have dinner?" I blurted out, horrified at myself.

Bella's head snapped up to look at me, her face was full of shock.

"Excuse me?" She asked, narrowing her eyes at me.

"Well I'm just about to check into my room and I was wondering if you wanted to join me for dinner. Although I would have to get room service."

I don't know what made me ask her but part of me was dreading her rejection. I wanted this girl to like me, to approve of me.

To my complete shock and what looked like her own Bella agreed to have dinner with me.

I pressed the button for my suite and silently waited for the lift to reach my floor.

The doors opened and I let Bella step out before me, I could be a gentlemen when I wanted to be. I lead her to my room and opened the door, still not saying anything.

"Edward?" Bella asked as she sat down on the sofa I had motioned her towards.

"Yes?" I asked, anxious to know what she was about to say.

"I still don't like you."

I chuckled to myself and walked over to grab the menu.

I liked this girl, she was a challenge.

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