EPOV

I felt her nails tear into my back as she arched entirely against my body, screaming my name as she came. I pumped myself inside her anxiously a few more times, groaning, as I rode off my own orgasm, and collapsed on top of her.

My back was stinging and something had me pinned to the bed, more like someone. "Don't move, sugar," her southern accent purred.

"You know the rules Kate, our time's up," I said shaking my head trying to escape her unusually tight grip.

"I'll pay for more time," she growled, trying to pull me back.

"Don't be like this, love or I'll have to tell Aro to put you on the list," I warned.

Like I knew she would, she instantly dropped her hands to her sides. I took a glance in her full-length mirror seeing the marks that adorn my back as I pulled my slacks on. "The marking stunt is going to cost you, love…Big time," I said smugly.

She knew the guidelines to our arrangement and meant to break it anyway. Aro and his brothers would be dealing with her, once I returned to the office.

"I'm so sorry, Anthony," she crooned putting on her innocent southern belle act.

"I need to go Kate," I said as I finished buttoning my shirt.

Some of these women would be amazing case studies maybe Carlise would be interested.

As always, I did the walk of shame from the home of one of my clients. At thirty years old, this shit was getting tiresome, but I was already too invested in this life for it to change now.

My brother, Carlisle Masen Cullen III, was the one who basically raised my twin sister, Rosalie and I. He was starting his first year of med school when our parents Carlisle Sr. and Esme were killed in a car accident, because he was halfway across the country and our only living relative, social services wanted to put us in a foster home until he could properly raise two ten year old children. He fought with them until he was granted full custody. Due to technicalities with the will, our parent's assets were frozen leaving us without money.

Carlisle struggled through med school raising us to become the world-renowned neurosurgeon he is today. Not having much after our parents took a toll on Rose and me. She worked her ass off all through school to be able to be an exotic car buyer. She restored the pieces of junk to their once known glory. I on the other hand was the troublemaker; I dealt narcotics through high school making a nice chunk of change just to be sucked into much worse.

Carlisle threw me into rehab when I was twenty-two it took me three years and five facilities for me to be truly grateful for all he had done. When I finally cleaned up my act, Carlisle was the Chief of Surgery at Seattle General and Rosalie married her high school sweetheart golden boy, Emmett McCarty. I felt like I missed too much, especially when I was introduced to my nephew. At five years old he is was the smartest person I had ever met.

When he was born, I was living with Carlisle trying to get my life back on track. Apparently, most places don't like to hire if you have an extensive criminal background. I started to feel discouraged until I met Aro Volturi, he was walking down the street with his flashy Armani suit and slicked back, black hair when he handed me his card.

Just like that, I met with him and became a Male Escort for The Volturi, I was able to get a place for myself and have all the expensive things I was accustomed to before my parent's death.

I glanced at my watch noticing I had plenty of time before I had to be in for our weekly 'board meeting'.

I stopped at The Ugly Duckling coffee and books; this place was a contradiction of its name. I came across it a few months ago in passing suddenly intrigued by the name. It was different for any other bookstore I had been in the architecture itself was unreal. I always felt like I was in an Italian landmark every time I entered. As I looked through the first few shelves of books, I noticed they were rarities and first editions.

The co-owner Alice and I had developed a friendship. She would always look at me with curiosity and excitement. Sometimes I tried chalking her behavior up to all the coffee she drank.

I looked around today to see if she was perched on her usual spot at the counter, but she seemed to be absent. That's when I noticed the girl sitting at a table in the café section. I stepped closer and for the first time in my life, I was simply entranced by a female.

Her long mahogany curls hung to her waist, making my finger itch to run through them. She was wearing a Doors t-shirt with a holey gray cardigan and ratty jeans. Some might think it was too disheveled, but to me she was perfect. She seemed to be consumed by the book she was reading and I noticed it was Wuthering Heights. I didn't think she realized her glasses where about to fall off her beautiful face. I decided to make myself known.

"Excuse me but do you know if anyone is working?"

"Oh….I…I'm sorry that would me," she said quietly as her face turned a bright pink.

"Alice isn't here?"

"She had to go pick up some books with Jazz, my brother," she whispered advoiding my gaze. Please look at me gorgeous.

"Are you new?" I blurted out. Real smooth Cullen.

"I'm the owner," she murmured.

This threw me off, most business owners didn't seem to be as introverted as this girl appeared be.

"You have a wonderful establishment…"

"Bella…Bella Swan."

"I'm Edward."

"Do you have a last name?" she blurted out quietly and instantly went back to blushing.

"Cullen," I chuckled.

She finally looked up and amazing chocolate eyes hit me, but as quick as she was to look at me she was again looking towards her feet.

"Alice…she told me about you," she sighed.

"Good things I hope,"

"She said you are a valued customer, I mostly work nights," she admitted.

"I guess I'll be coming in the evening as well."

"That…okay," she nodded furiously quickly pushing her glasses up.

"Can I get a coffee, black?"

"Umm…coffee…right, this is a café," she mumbled and I found it endearing.

She stood from the table and hurriedly made her way over to the counter tripping twice. She peeked over at me and smiled shyly. For the first time in my life, I wanted to sit and talk with this girl not just fuck her into oblivion. Hell I didn't want to even fuck her into oblivion, I wanted to slowly worship her and find out every desire she ever had.

Breaking me out of my thoughts, she sat my coffee in front of me. "Since you are a valued customer this is on me," she whispered looking down again.

I wished I could get her to speak louder because her voice was nice to hear. She sounded like an angel. What is wrong with me?

"Thank you, Bella."

"Are…Will you be back?" she asked allowing her hair to fall as a curtain around her face.

"Tomorrow night." I grinned as her head snapped up in shock.

"I'm here."

"I know, hence why I'll be here."

"See you tomorrow then?"

"Definitely."

I took my coffee and left suddenly excited for what tomorrow might bring.

A/N: What are you thinking? This story will need to be in his POV trust me. I have the whole ting planed out please tell me if I like it!

Thanks to my beta dolphin62598 for editing!