A/N. And here's the bonus chapter because you guys had to wait so long. Tell me what you think.

CHAPTER ELEVEN

Emmett's Point Of View

There I sat in the back of the limo while I was taken hostage to my 'counselor'. A week ago, we had bought the house. My house. I was actually beginning to like the sound of that now, but this whole counseling thing, just did not make any sense to me.

"Thanks," I said to the driver as I hopped out of the back of the vehicle.

I entered the building, knowing that it would make no sense to run away; I would get in so much trouble for that. My dad had already put me out of the house. The only thing left for him to do if I got into trouble again was to put me unto the streets, grief and poverty stricken. Yeah right.

"Hi, I'm here for an appointment with…" I stopped as I searched for the card my parents had given me. "Dr. Maria Taylor."

"Uhhhh, yes." The secretary stuttered. "Name please?"

"Emmett Cullen."

She looked up at me then back at her computer. "Well, you're a little late, so she's in there waiting for you already."

"K, thanks." I told her, as she motioned towards the door.

I walked in and flopped down on the seat opposite her. She didn't even look up from the portfolio she held in her hands.

"Good day, Mr. Cullen."

"Hello." I said shortly. And then I realized something. My counselor was so hot. Yeah, she looked to be in her 30's but, so what?! For some reason that outfit of hers, was turning me on.

"You wanna tell me why you think you're here today?" She asked me.

"Ummm, because my dad's a jackass."

"Hmmm, let's not blame anyone but ourselves here."

"Ok. Whatever."

"Your mother told me that you and your dad have never really had a good relationship."

"I guess that's true."

"You want to tell me about why you were put out of the house?"



"No. Not really." I said with a smile, "But I would like to ask you some questions."

"Normally, the counselor asks the questions and you answer."

"Ok, I'll make you a deal. For every answer I give, I get to ask you one question."

"Mr. Cullen…"

"Please…call me Emmett." I said with a wink. "I f you don't agree to my deal, then, I won't answer you."

"You really are very immature. But, I guess this'll work for now. What made your dad move you out of the house?"

"Well, it was a series of events." I answered. "Ok, my question now, do you know that you're hot?"

She looked at me and frowned and then continued as though I hadn't asked anything.

"Mr. Cullen, could you be more specific with that answer please?"

"Ok, fine. The first thing that probably caused my dad to put me out would be my birth. And after that, things just went downhill from there. For example, I crashed my car and someone else's own, I thrashed the kitchen, I broke out of a hospital, I fired one of my dad's employees, I maxed out my credit card and for some reason my dad just hates me." I answered truthfully. "Now that we understand that, how long is this session?"

"One hour," she said looking confused. "Why?"

"Well, a lot can happen in one hour." I said with a smirk.

"MR. CULLEN!-"

"Emmett."

"Emmett, if you are trying to get me to have sex with you,-" She hollered, and then her voice completely changed to a sly and sexy one. "Then what are you doing so far away from me."

At this point I ran over to her, and I'm not gonna lie to you. Right there on her desk, was where it happened. Clothes didn't even come off. She raised her skirt, I unzipped. Quick and easy. If every session was gonna be like this, I really didn't have a problem with coming.

"Ummm, thanks Dr. Taylor." I said smiling as I stepped out of her office. My parents were supposed to meet me outside. Today was my first day of work and my mom wanted to make sure I was settled and my dad wanted to make sure I didn't run away.



"Hello guys!" I said just a little too happy to be coming out of a place I was supposed to hate. I closed the door to my dad's BMW as he drove away from the curb.

"Emmett, how was it?" my mother asked.

"It was good mom." I answered her.

"You see, and you were making such a big deal out of it, and now it seems as though you like the counseling."

"I sure do," I said grinning.

"So what happened Emmett?" My dad asked.

"Well, she asked me for something…and I gave it to her." I said almost laughing out at the confused expression on my mom's face.

"Emmett." My dad said sternly. "What do you mean you gave it to her?"

"Well, she asked me questions, I gave her answers. And by the way, this is supposed to be confidential. Between Maria and I. If you want to know what goes on in there, you'll have to wait until she wants to talk to you guys."

"Emmett, why are you calling her by her first name? That is very inappropriate." My mom said.

No mom, what we did on her desk was inappropriate, I thought. "Sorry." I said aloud.

"Please refrain from calling her that, Emmett." Dad said.

"Ok, ok you guys."

"Are you excited to be going to work now?" My mom asked.

You know, I don't think I'll ever understand my parents. Just a few days ago I stopped talking to them because I was pissed with what they were gonna make me do. And now my mom asks me if I'm excited. Wow.

I didn't even bother to answer her.

"Hey dad," I said changing the subject, "I want a new board."

"You want a new surfboard? Already? What happened to the one you got two weeks ago?" he asked.

"Edward broke it trying to surf at high tide near the rocks. It totally snapped in half." I answered simply.

"You know what, with your first paycheck, you can buy a surfboard."

"You're cutting me off from the funds too!" I yelled.



"Emmett, you know anytime you need money you can come to us." My mother cut in.

"I'm coming to you guys for money right now! And you're not giving me!" I shouted.

"Emmett, could you be anymore immature?" My dad said.

"Who cares a shit if I'm immature? You guys are sucky parents!" I shouted at them.

Just then we pulled up at my new workplace. I was gonna be the head of this place, and to me it sounded totally boring.

That was, until I saw it. It was a club, a really classy one. Wow it was great. The building was three levels and it was completely enclosed in tinted sleek black windows that were separated by thin rods of silver steel.

We got out and wordlessly walked inside. My dad showed me around the ground floor, where drinks were served. It also had a huge dancing floor. We moved upstairs. Here had a dancing floor that was slightly smaller and half of the room held tables and chairs where people could sit, chat and eat. There was also a place to buy food.

Then they took me to the third floor. All this time I was quiet. The entire third floor was my office. There was a master bedroom and bathroom inside for some nights when I might have to sleep there. I think I liked the place.

"Whoa." I said.

"You like Em?" My mom asked.

"Yeah, it's really great. When do I start?" I said smiling.

"Oh, as the head manager, you're always on duty." My dad said.

"I have to spend my entire life here?" I said my face dropping.

"No Emmett," My mom laughed. "You can choose your hours, but even when you're not here employees can call to ask for your assistance."

"Ok," I said grinning.

"Wait." My dad said. "This does not mean that you can work one hour a week, and for that purpose, I expect you to clock in at least once a day for six hours."

"Fine." I said.

Even though I hated the idea at first, this didn't sound so bad. I was kind of looking forward to starting work.