Disclaimer:Stephanie Meyer created the twilight universe. The following story is in use of her property not intending to set flames.

Friday 30th November 2013.

Staring at his locks of copper and red, I was taken back to last night when at one point his head was laid on my chest and I played with his mane of soft and silky hair. He was asleep and I seized the moment, taking it as my own as I skimmed my fingers through the warm and luxurious roots of strands upon strands.

No Bella! Bad Bella! Don't romanticise the situation- he paid you for the night, thank him and leave it at that. Better for you, better for him and better for everything about this scandal.

"So, as I said in the office, there are several other conditions I would like to discuss. Are we still okay to go ahead?" he asked.

"Certainly." I nodded my head and took a sip of water from my drinking glass.

"Are there any concerns or conditions that you may have and would like to address before I begin?" He asked in gentlemanly fashion, he was raised in the old school manner- I came to this conclusion the second month in his employment.

"No, you go ahead." I nodded, once again to this monotonous motion.

"Okay..." His eyes assessed me, stalked my facial expression. His eyes and brains judged me on how well I will take in his next condition.

"Straight to the point, I need to talk about our responsibilities as mature adults. Since we have both agreed that we will both be monogamous, I would like to remove the rubber. I know that we are both clean- I could send you results from my latest test if you wish so. Those things are not always handy, and there are always chance that they won't be effective in protection against child conception.

You said that you are on the pill which is great, but we both know they are not always effective, and whilst the risk also exists in other contraception, I would like to recommend the coil or the shot. You won't have to rely on daily discipline and their chances of risks are statistically lower than the pill. Off course, I'll pay for all treatments and procedures should you decide to take the alternatives, I'll express my opinion now that I will be much more at ease with this agreement if you do decide the alternatives." He paused for me to digest and comprehend. He looked reluctant- hesitant to continue to the next bit which I knew was coming, judging from the way his lips formed into an 'O' like shape, as if words were just about to escape his lips.

"Further to what I have suggested, I need to state clearly about this next important detail. Under no circumstances will I allow us to conceive a child. First of all, else it'll be called a bastard child; second, I'm not going to have a kid with you; third, I just can't allow myself to have a child, not at this stage of my life, and it can't be with you. I'm not purposely trying to offend you, Bella-" His eyes sought out mine. "-it's most certainly less for my sake than for your sake and for the sake of the child- the child we are not going to have."

"Just as you say, there are risks of conceiving. Even if we use a variety of..."

"There will be an abortion." He stated.

Christ! This man was a child slaughterer!

"Before you could argue otherwise, there is no way I am allowing that child to come to this world, not even if there are other solutions for the aftercare of the child once it has been born; adopted, fostered, brought up by you, or any other means invented by society. There will be no child of you and mine, end of story."

"Is this a deal breaker for you?" He asked, his eyes consciously peering into mine, seeking out my mental thoughts.

He didn't try to convince me that there is good coming out of this, he had just fed me a line about how it would for my sake and for the non-existent child.

I stared at him for the longest of time, trying to figure out the deep dark mind of his. This was a child's life we were talking about. He was crazy to think so far ahead.

But also level-headed; he wasn't delusional to think that such possibilities wouldn't happen in the future- his business integrity and intelligence made him evaluate the situation thoroughly before there could be consequences from this unethical agreement. Damage prevention control- eliminating all possible future liability variables. It made him a responsible man.

I can not imagine how intricate things are inside Edward's head, but that didn't necessarily mean he was not a nut case. Thus, it left me with my own judgement to agree or disagree.

Fuckin' hell. Doesn't this kind of problem get discussed when they arise, not when they didn't present themselves?

"Allow me to tell you the rest of the conditions before you decide perhaps? The rest are not too bad, I'm just particularly concerned about consequences of irresponsible behaviour."

I nodded for him to continue.

"I will continue to pay you the same amount each night we are together."

"In addition, I could help find private hospitalisation for your parents, I will contribute towards the amount which you wouldn't normally worry about with them being in public hospitals- you'll only pay how much you pay now."

His suggestion seemed too good to be true.

I nodded for him to continue.

"I can see that I will demand your time in the weekends along with some of the holidays. In order for this arrangement to remain monogamous, I would need your cooperation in meeting my needs."

Reasonable demand. I nodded again for him to continue.

"As I have said already, there won't be emotions involved, so please don't get attached, else you'll just make it hard for yourself."

His eyes were certain, almost as if he could confirm it as a fact.

Cocky bastard.

I swallowed my next words and took a swig of water from my drinking glass.

"Most certainly, sir." I nodded my head.

Suddenly his stare became uncomfortable and my blush bloomed from my cheeks towards other more embarrassing areas. The room seemed to be becoming extra hot and the air seemed extra thick.

"I need the restroom." I announced and shot straight out of the chair toward the ladies room.

I needed space away from Edward and his logic in order to be able to think for myself.

Some of his worlds were harsh, but I was a glutton for real words and real voices, all harshness didn't matter as long as I heard sincere words from sincere places. What he said was genuine, and he didn't say it for the sake of it, he wanted things to be clear before anything could happen so that everything was under control. Edward Masen always wanted control, always.

I knew this from the beginning when I started working for him.

His demand for quality and maximum performance was admirable- inside of the office I'd been able to comply and offered my best, but outside of the office and in a bed?

I had no clue.

To me, last night was a one off; the seemingly sexual side of me never existed, at least not physically. My previous experience with members of the opposite sex was limited and I'd always done it in a vanilla setting where I accommodated them, never initiating anything. Sex with me was always boring, so how was I supposed to keep Mr Masen wanting more?

Obviously I hadn't thought things through thoroughly before I eagerly agreed to Mr Masen's second offer at the office.

Hell, what was I thinking!

That man out there had even thought about kids, and before he'd mentioned it I was still blissfully, to some extent, oblivious to the possible damages of the agreement between the two of us. I'd surely considered about our dignity and reputation torn if our scandalous relationship was out in the open, and possibly falling in love and the other rest of the work addressed in many ladies literature.

But fuckin' hell, that man out there was a master when it came to thinking up all kinds of scenarios.

But these thoughts aside, when did he start paying me that kind of attention? He'd always been the same, even today at the office; he'd never shown an ounce of interest towards me, other than confidence in me for my work. When and where did all of this bizarreness arise from?

Fuck! Was I thinking this through properly? I questioned myself.

I had the need to splash water on my face to wake myself up good and proper, but it would only make my mascara run and make my face blotchy with uneven parts concealed with foundation whilst some others would have been washed off.

With a frustrated groan and a hard tug at the roots of my hair I stormed out of the washroom, back towards the dining area where Edward was still sat leisurely at our table.

"Take me before I say no." I gritted lowly through my teeth, not letting the chance of the surrounding patron to overhear. I laid my hands on one of his biceps to pull him up towards the exit.

We needn't worry about the bill as I was sure that it would have been taken care of even if we, Edward, didn't pay for it there and then. They knew who he was, they knew he had a reservation; both at the restaurant and in one of their luxurious presidential en-suites- they knew where and who to send the bill to.

Fuck this, and fuck the world. Reckless decision and behaviour be damned. I'll have him take me before reconsidering all of those irrational consequences.

With renewed determination, I dragged him towards the elevator and my sexual driven rage was not stopped until we stepped into the elevator and Edward pressed one of the buttons for the right floor. Then, he brought me into his arms and kissed one side of my temples gently before soothingly stroked my hair.

I stood there and wrapped my arms around his shoulder blades, trying to get as close to him as possible.

Once the elevator door dinged and we've reached the correct floor, I dragged him along with me once again and headed towards the left, though I didn't know which way we should have headed.

Edward, who knew where we were supposed to be heading tugged at my hand and paused my movement, even just by a little. Slowly but surely, he led me to the other end, which indicated that I had placed the wrong bet on the wrong direction and he was now directing us to the right way.

Once we'd reached what he deemed as the right room, he produced a card key out of one of his trouser pockets and swiped it over the card key sensor to let us into the room.

He opened the door with one hand and with my hand in his other hand, he led me into the room together with him.

The room was in complete darkness- the curtains were drawn. Perhaps Edward had ordered for them to be closed, last night they were closed, too.

I closed the door and stared into his eyes for a moment. Wonder in both our eyes.

My eyes located the lights buttons on the wall behind Edward's head, but I didn't turn on the lights.

By now our eyes had adjusted to the darkness and we were still able to see each other clearly despite the lack of light.

Last night was for him, and for the others, my mum and my dad. But tonight, it was for me, for us, before we decided whether the arrangement was a go or a no.

Gently, my lips reached up towards his and our mouths met in midair.

I wanted to give him my all tonight. To some extent.

I wanted the experience. I wanted to experience. What's it like. To kiss, to take and to pleasure him wholeheartedly.

It was my job to give him my all; my time, my skills, my expertise and my brains as his secretary.

But tonight I was going to give him my all to allow myself the passion and the sensuality I'd denied myself and all previous partners so far in my life.

It didn't matter that this may or may not work, but I was going to give all of me into this night. Edward Masen was the man I was going to share this with- even if things didn't work out for the both of us after this night.

It wasn't necessarily for him. It was for me, and he was the man to give it to me, to allow me to receive what I'd rejected so long for in my life.

~T*S~

The next I came to, I felt something near my lower region; it was wet, hard and long. It seemed to poke and wanted entrance. The place it poked was also very pleasurable and I moaned in reaction to being teased.

Then I final felt it, acknowledged it. It was Edward's cock.

We were in a bed, together, and Edward was just about to give me morning sex.

One of his hands on one of my thighs to wrap it around his hips, and his other hand was on my hips, stabilizing me and pinning my lower region to the bed, rendering me half helpless on the bed. Only he was allowed to help me reach that climax.

My back arched in reaction instead and my nipples grazed his skin, stimulating me from the topper half of my body.

"Fuck, Bella. Just what I need." He groaned breathlessly.

He moved his lips towards one side of my head and whispered.

"Is this what you need? Bella? Answer me Bella."

I didn't know in what context he was asking from, but I knew that in that moment; when he was inside me and driving me to new heights, I did need it.

"Yes." I said.

"Fucking yes Edward. I need it." I answered just as breathless as he was a moment ago.

"Do you want more?" He asked, swerving his hips, tempting me, stimulating me.

I sensed a double meaning there and I was hesitant to answer. There was a trap, and I was heading towards it.

I placed my hands on his biceps and supported my upper body in rising up to meet his chest. I kissed him on the lips and sucked his moist tongue, exploring new territory that I had yet to become familiar with.

Due to the awkward position I had placed our bodies in, I changed the positioning of my hands and brought them up to the back of his neck, and laced them together at a joining point. This pulled his body down with mine which allowed him to lay most of his body on top of mine directly. Then, I used my tongue and explored the contours and dips found in his neck, kissing them and devouring his hot warm skin.

"So good." I mumbled. My hands wondered away from their resting place at the back of his neck, the tips of my fingers gently felt their way down his sculptured body, landing finally at his butt.

I groped his ass and squeezed them, playing with the mounds and helped driving him in deeper. Harder.

"Give it to me Edward." My mouth came next to his ear.

"Then take it." He hashed out harshly and our hip bones collided, my clit was stimulated and we got impossibly closer.

Oddly, our cheeks came together and both our mouths happened to be located right next to each others' ears, almost as if the curves and shape of our faces were created for this position- we moaned and groaned into each other's ears as we breathed erotically.

We kissed and licked each other, fucking the brains out of our ears.

Going into sensation overload my hands fled everywhere and ultimately one of them remained on his butt and the other was around his waist, holding him onto me.

He grinded into me harder and flexed his muscles wider. Forcefully intruding into my body but mounding into me intensively.

"Fuck." We both moaned and then we kissed.

Then we both spasmed, trying to reach that place. Trying to reach that bright light behind our eyes, and eject our needs.

"Not yet." Edward maintained.

"Not quite yet." He announced. But continued to increase the rhythm of his hips, withdrawing only little to create that really good friction; only once in a while did he sustained the delay of our orgasm by withdrawing almost completely and entered back slowly.

He controlled this as much as he controlled the boardroom. Playing it as he liked it.

"Please." I begged, moving the hand on his ass to his hair, tugging at the strands.

"Please." I kissed his forehead.

Finally, his hands resurfaced from around my hips and thighs to surrounding themselves around my chest. The pad of his thumbs grazed my nipples.

I hissed and lifted my upper body- our upper bodies away the bed, liking the rush of sensation there.

After my rise of delight, Edward expertly laid his arms at the either side of my head and he gaze into my eyes. I looked at him through my lashes and felt a heavier blush colouring my cheeks than what was already there.

His eyes were a softer green in this dark setting, but I liked the hindrance to them. They talked a lot less, expressed a lot less. It's easier to cope.

The drive of his hips was still as strong and we were reaching there again.

Immediately his lips came to the top of my head and placed a kiss on my forehead and one corner of my brows.

He pushed his body up through his hands and I repositioned my hands also. I laid them flat against his chest and part of his stomach- feeling the strong pulse of his heart in one hand.

"Touch me." I ordered.

He complied and reached one of his hands between us and circled my clit.

Eventually we were both close. Too close to refuse the inevitable, we let go and he fell on onto my body.

He paused and stilled, his well built frame arched at an angle and then he powerfully drove into me for the last few times, spilling his seed inside of me, painting my walls with his semen.

Through our aftershocks, he surrounded my body with his once again and enclosed me onto the bed with his body shielding me from the outside elements. His hips gently grinded into mine, drawing out our release, uniting our release together- thick and thin.

"Good girl." Edward praised again and placed a kiss on my temple.

~T*S~

Soon after, room service called again and Edward answered just like yesterday.

After he placed the phone back on its stand, he lifted himself up and we grasped at our loss.

He retrieved some tissue from the night stand and wiped the lining of my pussy, cleaning me of our mess.

When he was finished, he offered me a little smile and got out of bed himself.

He also placed the duvet over my exposed torso to cover me from the cold air of the room.

"That call was for me. We have plenty of time, if you want to sleep in for another half hour whilst I get ready. I'll wake you up when it gets later."

He tucked a piece of my hair under my ear and traced his finger tip down the side of my cheek, down my neck and stopping at the valley of my breast.

"I do wish that you'll agree to the agreement. We might not get pregnant, ever, anyways." It felt that the last bit was an inner ponder on his part.

I hopelessly nodded my head again to let him know that I'll give serious consideration to our possible arrangement.

He nodded his head to confirm his understanding and headed to the bathroom.

When I heard the running of water I was finally coming back to myself.

For all intents and purposes, why was I denying him of the deal? I questioned myself.

What was I scared of?

Falling in love?

A possible abortion?

But in all honesty, they were irrational. I shouldn't be thinking about the former if this deal was strictly for physical needs, emotions wouldn't come into play. The latter was more relevant, but what were the chances of us actually getting pregnant? Would he really force me into aborting a child- my child, against my will when it came down to it?

Would I want the child?

Perhaps it was the way he had laid it out that had me riled against the idea. I never gave much thought into a family. No kids had ever been in my head before, and for a long time; no thoughts of partner or husband had came into consideration. It just wasn't what I wanted or needed for a long time.

I was just Bella. My own person with commitment to my job, stuck in a situation of supporting my struggling family.

And to get into a form of relationship now, where kids could be a possible outcome, but very slim in chances, was starting to creep me out and made me think where had I been all this time. Another thing that creeped me out was the way how he'd easily managed to spit out the idea of killing an unborn child...

Perhaps his views would have been changed by then.

If that was not the case, I'll just hide in a quiet corner- I could go back to the UK, or hide in a little town, somewhere small, like an unknown town tucked away in Washington, far away from Chicago and raise our bastard child. If it came down to it.

I never considered myself maternal, or ever had the deep instinct to be protective of my offspring, but the way Edward had mentioned the subject had made me protective of what may not even be.

Even that sounded insane. It's more likely that I won't ever get pregnant with his child than the other way.

He'd only caught me off guard with that possibility and put me off logical axis for that little while.

Not everything was as pessimistic as he made them out to be.

The water from the bathroom stopped, and Edward emerged from the bathroom with a towel around his hips.

I awkwardly got up and sat back on the bed, pulling the duvet over my body to cover my modesty even though Edward had already seen all of the goods.

He smiled and headed toward his pre-packed bag.

"Can I help you get dressed?" I asked.

He paused midway unzipping his garment bag and turned on his back to face me.

"I wouldn't mind if you help me get dressed." He gave me a breathtaking crooked smile.

My cheeks heated up a little and I scrambled my way in his direction.

He'd first pushed his thighs through his clean underwear which he'd located in the garment bag before I'd reached him.

I proceeded to fetch the rest of his outfit out of the bag and handed them to him one by one. He'd put on his own dress pants and slipped his arms through the sleeves of his shirt, and we'd buttoned his shirt together simultaneously, different button each, we both glimpsed at each other once in a while. By the time I looped his tie around his collar I felt the evidence of our morning activities slipping down my thighs, and I'd realised I'd been naked all this time helping him get dressed.

Could this get any more embarrassing?

"It seems that I need to take care of myself." I mentioned timidly and hurried over to the bedside table to grab some new tissues from the tissue box. Then I hurried into the bathroom.