A/N. Sorry this chap took so long. Most likely it won't be like that in the future. I'll try to update once a week either on a Wednesday or Friday. Enjoy this long chap.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN

Rosalie's Point Of View

I awoke to the feel of these large protective arms around my waist and I opened my eyes to find myself leveled with Emmett's chest. That big, strong, muscular chest of his—Rose, I thought to myself, don't even go there, you should be at work. WORK! I mentally screamed at myself becauseI had totally forgotten of a meeting I had with a client this morning.

"What time is it? What time is it?" I muttered as I frantically searched for my phone or a clock anywhere in the room. As I tried to move Emmett let out a low groan and he pulled me closer to him.

"Em? Emmett!?" I said trying to wake him up. But there was a lot I still had to learn about Emmett Cullen. Number one; he was an incredibly heavy sleeper.

I tried shifting around, whilst in his arms, rocking my body side to side and calling out his name to try to at least get his hands off of me so I could get up and check the time. In the middle of my attempts, I felt his chest rumble deeply and shake with laughter.

"Rose, what are you trying to do? Give me an early morning stand?" He said smiling, his expression still sleepy. But it was only then he brought my attention to my present state. I felt his bare leg graze on mine and I squealed out.

"Emmett! Stop it," I giggled. He chuckled along with me.

"Hey seriously," I said still smiling, "Let me go, I need to see what time it is."

"Why? It doesn't matter, I'm not letting you go anywhere." He said peeking under the covers. I pulled his hand off of me and lazily rolled off the bed.

"Don't you have to go somewhere too? No modeling today?" I asked him.

"I'm not going anywhere if you keep giving me a show of your ass like that." He chuckled.

I turned around to look at him, laying in the bed, arms spread out, his eyes taking in every part of my body.

"Ummm, Rose, maybe that view isn't such a good idea either, if you wanna get to work. But I'm not complaining." He grinned.

I crossed my arms on my chest and headed to the bathroom area where I proceeded to take a nice warm steamy bath.

"Emmett! Call Alice and tell her bring some clothes for me!"

No response.

"Emmett!" I yelled out.

"Yes?" I heard his voice come from behind me softly as I felt his body grazing on mine. He reached his hands around my body and grabbed my breasts and fondled with them.

"What was that you were saying?" He asked me.

I let my head drop back on to his shoulder as my breathing and heart rate picked up. "I-I-I said, I said-d," I couldn't even form a complete sentence. Not with his hands on me like that. My breath came out in short gasps as Emmett's hands began to travel south and he delicately kissed my neck.

"Come on Rose, you'll have to speak up," He said and I could hear, rather than see the grin that was on his face. He was being mean to me.

"C-call." I muttered.

"What?" He replied, "I don't understand." I felt two fingers dip inside of me and I held back the urge to scream out. Seeing the look of intensity on my face he began to chuckle as he inserted a third and pumped.

"Emmett!" I squealed. I couldn't hold that one back, it was amazing what this man could do to me. I felt his erection already pressing on to my thigh.

"Come on Rose," he continued, "Tell me what you need to say."

"Oh shit," I muttered. "Just fuck me."

And with that it happened all over again. Just as it did last night, except the environment had changed. We were in the bathroom. And I realized that multiple orgasms with Emmett was a usual thing, and that anytime it did happen again, it was gonna be the same thing.

As we finished up and I got my breathing under control, Emmett took the soap and began rubbing it on me. I took it from him swatting away his hands.

"Maybe, I should do this part, because if I let you, we would be here all day." I laughed and he grinned back, before turning to leave.

"Fine, I'll let you finish." He said trying to sound depressed.

"Em, what's that on your back?" I asked, concern coming into my voice.

"What?! What?!" He sreamed like a girl. "OMG! Is it a bug?!" He squealed foolishly.

"Em, jeez stay still." I said laughing at the way he played the role of a drama queen. "It looks like scratches." I said inspecting him.

"Oh, that." He said calming down. "That's you."

"What? I scratched you last night?" I questioned.

"More like dug," He said laughing at the expression that came over my face.

"Wow, Em, I don't know how I did that. I mean it's never happened bef--"

"Rose forget it, ok? And besides, I kinda liked it." He said before slipping out the bathroom and shutting the door.

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Emmett's Point Of View

Rose, Rose, Rose. Like, wow. You know, at the beginning of this week, I would've never thought I was gonna end up carrying Rose home, getting her all during the night AND in the morning. And the best part about it was, I think this is only the beginning. Rose and I would be going at it like rabbits from now on.

But there was one thing I needed to talk to her about. What were we? What type of relationship did the two of us have? Was I a friend (with benefits), her sex buddy or her boyfriend? I wanted it to be the latter of the three, but Rose never really gave me any sign that she wanted us to become something. Or maybe she was waiting for me to say something first. But then, what if she wasn't seeking anything, I don't want to embarrass myself by boldly professing my feelings for her, and then having her not reciprocate them.

And what were these feelings? I didn't quite know them myself. I knew that once I was with her, and we were good, our relationship was great. There were no awkward silences since our personalities kept us constantly having friendly combats with each other. Never an odd moment, and never a moment where I didn't feel like kissing her. I knew there was a connection between the two of us, and I wanted us to be together. I wanted us to actually go on a date together and I wanted her to be spending nights in my apartment all the time.

But the question was if I should tell her. Come right out with it and either get a girlfriend or get hit to the curb. Well it's now or never, I thought as I came out of the shower. I had gone in after she was done.

"Em, you didn't call Alice, did you?" She asked.

"Oh that's what you were saying," I said grinning.

She smiled while rolling her eyes at me then reached out for the phone that was on the nightstand.

I listened to their girly chatter hearing Alice's high pitched squeals through the receiver as Rose told her about why she was calling from my house and she winked at me. I smiled and put on a pair of board shorts and a plain black T-shirt. By that time, she had come off the phone.

"Alice is coming for me." She said smiling. "She wants to hear all about last night."

I gave a small chuckle, "Well don't tell her everything, she might feel the need to return the favour and tell me about her and Jasper's sexcapades."

She laughed at the grimace that took over my face.

"So," she began, "Where are you going?"

"I have a 'psycho session' today." I told her.

"A what?"

"My parents are forcing me to go to a psychiartrist three times a week, because apparently, I have a personality disorder."

Rosalie burst in to laughter at that, holding her sides, trying to keep it in. I couldn't help it either, I laughed too. My parents were making it sound as though I was some morbidly depressed person walking around slitting people's throats with a smile on my face.

"Wow," Rose said as at the end of her laugh. "What time do you have to be there for?"

"I was supposed to be there ten minutes ago."

"Well, you better get a move on, and change your clothes."

"Change? I'm going like this."

"Are you going surfing or something after?"

"Yeah, so I guess I'll pick you up from work later ok?"

"Yeah, yeah. Come for me at five, ok?

"Ok, sure. And, ummm, Rose?"

"Yeah Em?"

"What is this?" I pointed between to two of us. "I mean, am I your boyfriend?"

"What did you think you were? My pet dog that I sometimes use for sexual pleasures?"

I chuckled, "Well yeah, but I'm happy I'm not the dog." At this she laughed.

"Bye Rose," I told her before kissing her on the lips.

"Mmmmm. Bye Em." She whispered back.

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I entered the all too familiar lobby of my psychiatrist. I didn't even bother going to the front desk, because of how late I was. I walked directly towards the back room, where I knew she would be waiting for me.

"Hi," I said as I went into the room. She was sitting on the desk, legs long and crossed, only part way covered by the short skirt she wore. The top two buttons of her blouse were open and her underlying grey bra showed. Her hair fell in disarray, but it didn't look messy. It looked as though she had now gotten out of bed and simply ran her hands through it.

"Good morning, Emmett." She replied. "What would you like to talk about today?" She asked with a coy smile.

"Oh," I said as I realized what she meant. The two of us had done it every time for the past four sessions. She was probably expecting that again. But now that I have Rose, I wouldn't wanna mess that up.

She jumped off the desk and came towards me. "You're late, and now we only have forty minutes." She said as her hands dragged down my chest.

"Ummm, about that…"

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All Knowing Point Of View

Chuck Bass entered the office of Dr. Maria Taylor, a well known and successful psychiatrist with a Doctor of Medicine (M.D) degree and a Doctor of Osteopathic Medicine (D.O) degree, not to mention a total of four years in specialization of her field. He had done his research. It was the least he could've done since he would be spending two days a week here for the next two months.

Condemned by my own father, he thought as he walked slowly to the front desk, remembering how he had found himself in this position. He knew for himself that he did not need a shrink, but when 'daddy dearest' and law enforcement said that it was either this or military school, he knew he had to be smart here, and pick the shrink.

He still couldn't bring himself to believe that the reason he was here was because of him. If you were to ask him of the story, he would describe it to you as a series of unfortunate events that made up his entire life. But the particular event in question, that directly brought him here, leaning on the front desk to what he called a psychiatric ward, was actually all him. And what could be done about it? Nothing. Because he was the one that had a man's new BMW, sent to the flattening machine. He was the one that emptied and cancelled the man's bank account, using the money to pay for a prostitute and deliver her as a present to the man's workplace. And that was just enough to get the man fired. Why? This poor fellow had an unfortunate layoff with drugs, and was not able to supply Chuck's monthly package. And nobody messes with Chuck Bass. Do that and consider yourself screwed over.

Once he had been found as the perpetrator by police, he was put in front of a judge and had all his charges read out to him. As they listed them all, a small smirk set itself on his face, he wasn't at all sorry for the crimes he had committed. He expressed no regret. And that's how the judge had decided to send him here. According to the judge, he needed a serious personality change.

But they should've known, wherever you send Chuck Bass, you'll only end up wreaking more havoc than was initially intended. Because try as you may to make this boy an angel, he refuses to resign from his lofted position as the devil.

"Good morning," The secretary at the desk greeted a bit too cheerily.

Chuck stared at her, raising one keen eyebrow at her appearance. She was nice, at least good enough. It wasn't as though he was looking for some lengthy drawn out relationship, all he wanted was a chick for the night, and tomorrow would be another.

"Ok, ummm, name please sir?" She asked kindly, though she furrowed her brow probably wondering as to why he didn't respond.

"I'm supposed to go in at eleven, check that timeslot on your computer and you'll know who I am. In the mean time, where can I find the bathrooms?" He asked shortly.

"Ummm, down the hallway, first door on your left."

He walked off without another word. He entered the wide corridor, first door on your left. He repeated it in his mind. First door on your--" Voices, he heard voices. Better yet, he heard the whisper of hushed voices. Where there were whispers, there were secrets. And where there were secrets, there was a hidden story. And whether or not that story should be something of public notice was entirely up to him.

He walked towards the right of the corridor where the sounds seemed to be coming from a closed door. Quietly he eased the door open a small crack to see a large man, with a woman unbuttoning her shirt.

"Maria, wait," he heard the man say.

Ah, Maria, wasn't that the name of his new psychiatrist?

"—We can't do this anymore. I mean, I don't want Rosalie to find out," The man continued.

Rosalie. Rosalie. Why does that name sound so awfully familiar? Chuck pondered.

"Forget her," the woman he now knew as Maria replied. "Didn't you tell me she wanted that Jason guy instead of you?"

Yes! Chuck mentally screamed at himself. He now remembered Rosalie… as Jason's girlfriend, and Jason was one of his best buds. He remembered him once talking briefly about how they had broken up and that she had gone off with some other guy.

Well wouldn't it be perfect to know that this other guy was cheating on her? He thought.

Discreetly, he closed the door. And walking now, to his primarily intended location, that small evil smirk graced his features again, as the thought of all things horrid and malicious that could spin out of what his ears had just been blessed to overhear.

For it is the nature of good and evil to fight and for good to overcome,

But evil can surprise the good and for a moment, darkness can be spun.

And in that moment darkness thrives and spreads terror throughout the land,

And all it touches kills their hope,

Every woman. Every man.

Chuck Bass was sure of it. The aim of his new project:

Surprise the happy new couple with knowledge that one of them has committed one of the seven deadly sins; lust.

A/N. Forgot to mention that pics are on my profile.