Here we go! Time for the photo shoot. This may be the only update for a while, but fear not. My school lets out for the local fair next week, so I should be able to get another chapter, if not two posted during that week. Before I start the chapter I just want to thank all my lovely readers! You guys are awesome! And since you are so awesome, I give you chapter seven without further wait.

I was going to kill him. There was no other option. This ass munch would pay. I didn't care who was watching or what the penalties were, I would make him pay. I stood, frozen and glaring at him. His smirk finally started to falter after about five good minutes of my death glare.

I walked over to him without saying a word. On my way to Edward, I yanked a glass vase containing flowers off of one of the snack tables. I stopped directly in front of him. I raised my arm and smashed the glass vase onto his head.

"Shit!" Edward screamed as he held his head in his hands.

Good, it hurt him. My job here was done now. I turned and began walking back to my dressing room. I would rather walk on fire bare foot, than have Edward supervise my shoot. An underwear shoot to boot.

I slammed my dressing room door for extra effects, but it flew open a few short seconds later. Edward stood in the doorway, his nostrils were flared and his faced was fire engine red. Damn, pretty boy was pissed. Oh well. Serves him right for being a dick.

"May I help you?" I asked as I turned and picked up my pair of jeans. I was getting dressed and leaving this hell hole. Screw the photo shoot, I already had a ten thousand dollar down payment at home.

Edward stormed over to me, took my jeans out of my hand and threw them to the ground.

"I believe you owe me an apology."

"I don't owe you anything."

"Maybe not, maybe I deserved what I got back there, but you signed a contract. You owe Aro this photo shoot. I am in charge and you have to deal with it. End of the story. Now grow up and get out there."

"No."

"No?"

"That's what I said."

"Bella, did you even read your contract?"

"Aro never changes anything in his contracts. I've signed several of them. They've never had any different criteria."

"Well, this one did."

"Like what?" I questioned and crossed my arms across my chest.

Edward pulled a paper from his pocket and unfolded it.

"For starters, no matter you the supervisor is, you have agreed to work with them."

"But this..."

"Secondly, you are to complete the photo shoot no matter what aspects of it you do or do not like."

"This is..."

"You also have to follow all of the supervisor's instructions."

"I can't..."

"And lastly, if I should want you to go to a different location outside of the studio, I have power to take you there."

"What if I don't follow these guidelines?"

"Then Aro will take the down payment back, cut your salary in half, and demote you from your manager status."

"He wouldn't!"

"See for yourself."

I ripped the paper from his hand and quickly scanned the contract. It was true. Everything Edward had said, was true. Aro had tricked me. He didn't want me to back out of this shoot and he knew if he threatened my job in any shape or form, I would follow all instructions.

"I can't believe that bastard!" I shoved the paper into Edward's chest and threw my hands in the air.

"You better believe it. We start in five minutes. Be there."

With that he left my dressing room. I was as pissed as a monkey without any damn bananas. I can't even been to describe my anger in this moment, but I would say it would be similar to monkeys without bananas. In my opinion those monkeys would be pretty upset, just like me at this current moment.

Grunting, I turned and picked up my matching light pink heels I had forgot to put on the first time I walked out of my dressing room. I slipped them on and tied my white robe a little tighter. I just loved how Aro always provided me with the shortest robe of all of the models. It barely cover my ass, and it only bother me slightly. Ha, who am I kidding, I hated this effing robe. Then again, it could also be the pissy mood I was currently in. Whatever it was, I decided I would blame it on Edward today because in my eyes, this is all that jackass's fault.

I reluctantly emerged from my dressing room and approached Pierre.

I adored Pierre. He was the best photographer we had and he was from France. Hence the name Pierre. He was a short guy, probably about 5'3, only about an inch shorter than me without any heels on. I wasn't exactly tall without my added three to four inches of stilettos. Back to Pierre though... Pierre wasn't very thin either. He's a little chunkier and that makes him just all that more nubby. I'd say he is probably in his mid forties due to his thinning hair he hides under his beret. And like any classic French man, he wears a black and white stripped shirt accessorized with a little red scarf to all of the photo shoots.

"Isabella! It been so long since I saw you last!"

Pierre walked towards me with his arms spread. He was basically the only person I would allow to call me Isabella since it sounds cool with his accent.

"It has been a while. I've missed you Pierre."

I hugged him and smiled. I loved this little man. He's so legit, it stinks. A good stink though.

"How have you been dear?"

"I'm good. How about you? And your wife?"

"I am doing great! My wife is in Jamaica at the current moment. I was getting sick of her bickering about how we never go any where, so I dropped her off at the airport one day and told her I didn't want to see her for at least two weeks."

"Oh wow. How long has she been gone then?"

Pierre started caressing his goatee as he thought about it. Oh did I mention he has a goatee? And a curly mustache like all French dudes? Well, he does.

"I think that was about a month and a half ago."

"She's been gone that long? Don't you miss her?"

"No, not really. Stupid woman was driving me mad! All she did was yap her mouth off about what she wants."

"Don't you love her?"

"Oh yes, very much. She just really knows how to piss me off."

I cracked up laughing at his comment and use of language. I don't think I had ever heard Pierre say a "bad" word before.

"Bella! Are we going to start this shoot or stand around all damn day?" Edward hollered across the room. He was looking down at a clipboard in his hand and had a pencil behind his right ear.

"Why of course ass munch."

"What was that?"

"Nothing your royal shit face."

"Pardon me?"

"Did I say something?'

Edward marched over to where I was standing and glared daggers down at me. I guess he had heard my little nick names for him after all.

"I suggest that we all be on our best behavior to spare us all from having problems today."

"I suggest you get a tic-tac since your breath smells like dead fish and dog shit."

His breath honestly smelled fine, but I decided that if I had to suffer through today, that he would have to as well.

"Get in front of the camera."

"With pleasure."

I walked to the back drop and turned back towards the camera.

Edward stood with his clipboard next to Pierre and I yawned. This was gonna be a long day.

"Okay Bella, Aro's instructions for this first shoot is for it to represent a cat walk. They are going to digitally add lights into the photos that are taken. Somebody get the fan turned onto the lowest setting. Aro wants her hair to have some movement."

Edward looked up just as I opened my robe and slid it off seductively and tossed it to the side. Why yes, I did that on purpose. If he was going to get to see me in underwear, I would make sure he had a hard time all day.

He gulped and shook his head before he returned to reality.

"Did Aro say what kind of expression he wants? Sassy, innocent, elegant?"

"The paper says innocent with a moderate amount of sass."

"Gotcha."

I took a deep breath and faced the camera. Pierre gave me a thumbs up and we began the shoot. I loved being in front of the camera. I also loved the expressions on Edward's face as he watched. It was effing priceless.

I pretended I was on the runway and gave it everything I had. I like the shoots where I didn't have to be all seductive. I felt awkward acting that way. It didn't feel natural. I guess I didn't have to worry too much about that though since I didn't have to model with a male today.

"Bella, could we get a little more intensity in your facial expressions? You looked zoned out."

He was a jackass. I instantly added some extra umph to my expression and made sure it reached my eyes. If it didn't reach your eyes, then the pictures would look like shit.

Pierre shouted out to me when we were on the last ten frames.

I took a single step forward, placing my right foot over my left. I put my left hand on my hip and shot my head up and prayed for it to be an intense look.

The next thing I knew, Pierre was cheering and praising me on a job well done. I unfroze from my place and picked up my robe. I slipped it on and tided it up.

"Alright, we are gonna take fifteen minutes to get the back drop changed and for Bella to change. Break people!"

I was about half way to my dressing room when Edward came up next to me.

"What is it Edward?"

"I just thought I would make sure you didn't need any help."

"I'm good."

"You sure?"

"I'm not letting you help me change, so yeah, I'm good."

With that I shut the door in his face was pleased to see he didn't try to bother me ant further.

We managed to get through four more sets of shoots before lunch, which meant we only had five more afterward.

I opted to go for lunch outside of the office and called up Rosalie since Alice was at work today and had "crucial work" to do in her words.

I met Rose at Bob Evans, it was her choice. I didn't care though. I wanted some food and any place that served it was fine with me.

Once we were seated, she began to blab about all the dick-weeds in her office. Dick-weeds reminded me of Edward and I began to share with her the lonely events that had made up my day so far.

"You'll never guess who is supervising my shoot today."

"Edward?"

"Damn, you're good girl."

"Tell me about it." She said while taking a rather large sip of diet Coke.

I have such classy friends.

"Well, as you know, he is a douche."

"Correct."

"Yeah, well Aro rigged my contract and tricked me into signing it without reading it."

"What's so bad about the contract?"

"It basically says that if I back out of the shoot, don't follow Edward's instructions, or what Aro wants, I will be demoted and my salary will be sliced in two."

"That chipmunk of an asshole!"

I love how my friends and I associate curse words with animals to describe dick-weed males.

"I know right."

"Damn males. I would love to cut off their penis for a day and see if they still think they were more powerful than us."

"I believe that would be an experiment worth trying. But once their penis is cut off, we can't very easily put it back."

"Like that matters. They can go penis-less or pay for some expensive surgery to have their penis reattached."

"Very true. I like the way you think Rose."

"Doesn't everyone?"

We erupted into laughter as our waiter approached. It just so happened that Jasper, Alice's long term boyfriend of three and a half years and Rose's older brother, was waiting on us. He wanted to own his own restaurant someday, but right now he was working to pay off college loans. He is Edward's age I guess, which would make him twenty-three.

"Hello ladies. My name is Jasper Hale. What can I get you lovely ladies for lunch today?" Jasper still had some of his Southern accent from when he and Rosalie lived in Texas. It gave him a very sexy charm. Don't tell Alice I said that, cause she would throw a fit.

We burst out into laughter again. He was such a goober. I love Jazz, don't get me wrong, but he just was so funny without trying to be.

"Well, brotha, I'll take the Chicken and Broccoli Alfredo."

"Oh course Rose. And you Bells?"

"I'll have a bowl of the Cheddar Baked Potato Soup."

"Girl that ain't much food."

"I know Rose, but remember...I have to go back to a photo shoot. I don't wanna be bloated."

"True."

"Bella, the clothes will cover your stomach. Don't worry about being bloated."

Rose and I both cracked up laughing again. Once we calmed down, I turned to Jasper.

"Jazz, I'm doing an underwear shoot. So, no, the clothes will not cover my stomach."

Jasper's eyes got wide. He nodded his head, wrote something down on his note pad, and left.

"That was hysterical!"

"Your poor brother! He probably thinks we are mental cases!"

"Nah, and besides, who cares what he thinks!"

We resumed our laughter once again.

I arrived back at the office barely in time to get dressed, or more so, undressed and get to the camera. This time I had been instructed to wear a lacy, lavender push-up bra, and matching panties. Honestly, the panties were itchy as hell, but I didn't dare to say anything. I didn't want Edward to make a smart remark and make me take them off. After all, I have to follow his instructions.

I was relieved to be bare-foot and glad that I didn't have to change my hair and make-up much.

I had to decided that by now I didn't need to bother with my robe. They would see me in the underwear sooner or later, so what did it matter? I walked out to the studio and saw a guy with his back towards me talking to Edward.

I stopped dead in my tracks. I didn't know why there was a guy here that hadn't been here the rest of the day, but he was in a pair of boxer briefs, so I was assuming that meant he had been modeling while I was gone. At least, that's what I was hoping.

Mystery dude left to a different wing that had dressing rooms in it. I let out a sigh of relief and noticed Edward was now standing in front of me.

"Bella!"

"Huh? What?"

"I've been trying to get your attention for like a minute and a half now!"

"Oh, sorry."

"One of the new male models here is getting changed and then you will be modeling with him against that gray back drop. You guys are just gonna stand for this one, but you need to have that connection that Aro says is the "big time seller". I don't know what that means, but I'm assuming you do."

"I know what he means, but I am not modeling with a guy. I won't."

"Oh you will. That's in the contract too."

"This is a bunch of bull shit!"

All of the sudden this "new male model" reappeared.

I instantly felt my lunch rise in my stomach. I was in complete and total shock. I was modeling with him? Him? How in the world could I manage this without fainting? I couldn't that's how.

I froze where I was standing as he came closer and closer. I couldn't move, I was completely and utterly frozen. I didn't know what to think. This could change my life entirely.

"Well, hello there."

I was going to faint.

Haha...Now I know you all probably hate me for stopping it here, but I wanted to get this chapter posted. Plus this means you will still have another whole chapter of the photo shoot, maybe even two. More than likely just one, but maybe two. What did we think of this chapter? Any guesses on the mystery guy? Welp, thanks for reading and reviewing! I appreciate it greatly! :) Have a great week!