A/N: All characters belong to Stephenie Meyer, the story is mine.

Thanks to the beautiful people that follows this story and to my wonderful Beta Ashlie Christine.

Chapter Seven: Meet Alec

Isabella entered into the well lit studio where the last photo shoot for Angela's collection would be taking place. It will be presented at fashion week in Paris and it was definitely the most important of them all. She knew the photographer, his name was Alec, although she couldn't remember his last name. He had a sister too who was also a model, but at Isabella's and several colleges' point of view, even Alec had more chances of having a prosperous future in the modeling industry. His sister was just…too small, and her lack of personality didn't help her either.

"Isabella." Angela addressed her before she could walk to her dress room and get ready for the shoot.

"Angela." she greeted her friend, receiving a small hug from her.

"Alec is here and so is Jacob, we can start as soon as you're ready."

Isabella nodded, noticing Angela's nervousness so she headed directly to her dressing room.

"You are so incredibly beautiful." Jacob said once he finished his work on her. The makeup was a bit more dramatic than they were used to, but that was exactly the point of the collection and Jacob had done a fabulous job.

"Although you're natural beauty will always be the key," he assured her, making Isabella blush; something kind of unusual nowadays.

"You're the best, Jake!" she lightly kissed her best friend lips as they always did.

The skinny brunette headed out from the dressing room surrounded by a makeup powder cloud and silk. The shoot started as usual. The music hit the room and she started to change. She slightly changed poses and faces with every note of the music, making an unique and perfect style from every shot. Alec was a nice photographer, he knew what he was looking for and his creativity showed in every new photo. Whenever he felt the tension was affecting her or the shots weren't good enough, he gave her a soft gentle smile to make her feel more relax, which wasn't very easy to get.

"Come on, sunshine, this is gonna be the best shot of all," he smiled at her, as he shot a close-up of her pretty face, capturing her soft blush, to which Jacob noticed.

A lot of outfits, nearly a thousand and five hundred pictures, reflectors, and three hours jamming to the same song the whole shoot, it was finally over.

"You're amazing, peach!" Alec flattered her, quickly checking the pictures of his camera and missing the bright red in her cheeks.

"She's the best." Jacob muttered, coming next to her and holding her from her shoulders.

"Indeed she is." Alec smiled wider as he gave a look to the pair hugging each other and walking off.

"What was that about?"Isabella asked, a bit angry with her friend, he just shook his head and snorted.

"Isabells, you should have seen his face, he was drooling for you." he mocked.

"That's his job, Jake." she answered.

"In theory, perhaps, but he was doing something more than his job."
he assured, with a funny tone and looking for a pretty ginger that he would definitely get into his bed.

Isabella was flustered, but as awkward as it sounded, it didn't really bother her. Alec was nice, friendly, and a genius at his job. She felt comfortable around him and on the plus side, he was hot. After she changed her clothes for some more comfortable ones, and cleaned up her makeup, the model got out of her dressing room just to run into a smiley Alec that was waiting for her standing like a cool boy on the wall.

"Hi, Isabella!" he greeted her with that smile she found out was natural on him.

"How you doing, Alec?" she replied, trying not to look shy.

"Heading for lunch? There's a fancy bar down street and they have the best food you'll ever get, what do you say?" His warm eyes, the cheeky smile and his disposition made it impossible for Isabella to refuse.

Willing to spend a nice evening after a hard day of work and under the amused look of Jacob, the couple left the building, taking the elevator and walking to the crowded New York streets. Meanwhile, on the fifth floor from the building he was at, an agitated Edward Cullen ran through the staircase till the ninth. He couldn't believe his luck.

First, his cell got screw up thanks to his idiot brother and one of his many childish pranks, while he was in Forks; because of that, he couldn't visit his mother again soon and couldn't be reached all day. When he finally could get back his phone, he found thousands of missed calls, but the first he noticed was from Angela. He didn't hesitate in calling back and she confirmed what he was expecting, that the model was back in New York and he barely had time to reach her before she left.

He got a flat tire on his way from Forks to Seattle and had to catch his flight two hours later, and now he was late and just praying that his muse was still there. When the man finally got to the studio he found out that his model had left just a few minutes ago, in the company of the photographer. But he learned that the designer was still there as well as the model's makeup artist. The woman friendly walked towards him as Jacob suspiciously looked at the man that had just arrived, he could swear he had seen him before.

"I thought you wouldn't come, ." Angela smiled at him, wishing that the man here—one of the most successful business men in America — would buy the dress for his future wife and make her more popular between the investors.

"There were some complications." he said, with a raspy voice, trying to hide his exhaustion from the race on the staircase and his frustration for losing his nymph once more.
When Jacob heard the name of the man that was talking with Angela, he immediately recognized him. It was him, the miserable man that had profoundly hurt his best friend's heart, and now, he was standing here, looking for her like he had never done anything; like what happened in those five years since he broke Isabella's heart never happened.

From one second to the next, the young saw everything in red. He could vividly see the tears streaming down Isabella's face. The coldness in her eyes and the never constant pain, was all he could think of in at the moment, even though she was beyond professional now. Without even thinking about it, Jacob walked the few steps between him and Cullen, or bastard Cullen as he used to call him, and slammed his fist in his face.