Chapter 3:Naughty Girl

I'm feelin sexy

I wanna hear you say my name boy

If you can reach me

You can feel my burning flame

I'm feelin kind of n-a-s-t-y

I might just take you home with me...

Bella POV

A week has passed and Marvin has continued to pursue me, his patience is wearing thin, but it doesn't really matter. He wants me so badly it's pathetic, I lost all interest in him. He has been giving sending me all of these mushy love gifts, flowers, teddy bears, chocolates. Each one had a small note with a sweet love poem and it's always signed 'Your Secret Admirer'. I mean does he really think I'm that stupid? Well he thinks Noelle is, but come on! But I gave him the reaction he wanted, I would sigh in admiration. His desperate actions didn't stop there, on our lunch breaks, he would take me to fancy restaurants. I never ate the crappy food, I would pretend to be too busy to eat. Human food smelled disgusting, I sometimes forget that I used to eat it. I had to admit Marvin was a very persistent man, he has been putting all of his attention on me, so I've decided to stop being a cock tease and giving him what he's been begging for.

I heard a knock at my door and I pulled my green strapless dress down on my body and slipped into my white heels before I opened the door to see Marvin. He wore a grin that reached both of his ears, he handed me a bouquet of white roses.

"These are for you my sweet kitten," he leaned down and kissed my cheek.

I looked down at my feet shyly. "Thank you Mr. Harris."

"I told you to call me Marvin," he grabbed my chin and forced my face up to look at him.

"Sorry, let me put the flower in a vase," I pulled away from him and went into the kitchen.

I went into the kitchen and opened the garbage disposal and tossed the flowers in. I grabbed my clutch purse and left from the apartment.

"You look beautiful, like always," he touched my cheek.

"Thank you," of course I looked good, it was necessary.

I didn't do much to myself, I put my hair in tight curls, applied some eyeliner, put on lipstick that reminded me of blood. The dress was something I found on my way from Marvin's building. I put some jewelry and my look was complete.

"Where are we going?" I asked in my accent that was getting rather annoying.

"It's a surprise," he wrapped his arm around my waist, pulling me closer to his body.

I already knew, it was going to be a French restaurant. It was a typical male move, he thought that it would remind me of "home", but I let him play his game.

We left out the apartment building to be greeted by a limo, Marvin opened the door for me and I slipped inside. Marvin slipped in and shut the door behind him, he scooted closer to me, touching his knee to mine. I rolled my eyes, this night was going to be long and dull.

Edward POV

I quickly ducked my head avoiding the objects that my livid fiancee was throwing at me. I tried to talk, but a cd came flying my way. I caught it and tossed it on the floor.

"Your always bailing out on me! Your always busy at work!" Tanya screeched.

"Well how else am I going to pay the bills! Your not working! And I told you I might not be able to go out!"

"Your never here! Your always with your brute of a partner!..Are you gay?!"

"What!? Tanya, I'm not...We're not gay."

"How am I supposed to know! I barely spend time with you! I hardly even know you and we haven't sex in three months!" Her eyes narrowed at me. "Are you cheating on me?"

"Gosh Tanya no I'm not cheating," I sighed shaking my head.

"Then why aren't you here for me?" She screamed.

"BECAUSE I HAVE A JOB TANYA!" I finally snapped after thirty minutes of her yelling and throwing. "What part of that don't you understand! I can't be here when ever you need me! If you would get a job maybe I wouldn't be working this hard trying to keep you happy! But clearly I'm not doing a good job at that! I told you before we got into this relationship that my job was time consuming! You said you understood, but clearly that was a lie."

She stood there, not saying anything, tears in her eyes ready to spill.

"Tanya, please don't cry," I walked over to her and pulled her in my arms.

"I just want to be with you," she whined wrapping her arms around me.

"Okay, how about I take a week off and we can go out of town," I hated the words that were coming from my mouth, but it would make her happy.

"Really?" she looked up at me wiping away her tears.

"Yes, I'll take off as soon as I can."

She smiled and kissed me. "Kay. I love you."

"You too," I said avoiding that four letter word.

I never could say it to her, she said it to me first and I couldn't just not say anything. I felt something for Tanya, but it wasn't love. It was strong because it kept me from packing up and leaving her in the dust. I wanted so badly to end this engagement with her, but I knew I would hurt her. She was a wonderful woman, at times she was a bitch...most of the time she was a bitch, but I dealt with it.

"Come on let's go to bed," she took my hand and began pulling to our bed.

Just as I was about to protest my cell phone went off and I knew it was Emmett.

"I'm so sorry," I said before I answered. "Masen."

"Carlisle Cullen is by far the luckiest man in the world," Emmett said.

"What did you find out?"

"He lives with two women, his daughter and from the pictures I'm looking at, his woman, he's not married because there is no ring on either of their fingers."

"So..."

"The woman, Isabella Swan, twenty-seven, a fucking goddess, the reason men exist."

"You think she's a suspect?"

"No, but maybe Carlisle has some ties to this, he could've put a hit out on Nakamura and the other victims."

"What's the description on Swan?"

"God, long, luscious mahogany hair, her eye color unknown, they seem to be a deep red, but it could be the trick of the light. Legs for fucking miles..."

"Emmett, I need a straight description," as much as enjoyed imagining what this woman looked like, I had a job to do.

"You had to ruin the fun. She looks to be about 5'7 maybe taller, weight seems to be around 120 maybe more, porcelain colored skin, heart-shaped face."

"We should keep an eye out on her, any idea where we can catch her?"

"I called Carlisle's office and talked to him about meeting up with him to ask a few questions, he says he won't talk unless his partner is there."

"Who's his partner?"

"Sex on Legs."

"Swan?"

"That's what I said."

"So where is she?"

"Out of town on business, won't be back for another week or so."

"Fine, send the pictures you have."

"Alright. How's the fiancee?"

"The same," I didn't say much, I knew she would be listening in.

"I still think you should leave her, she's no good for you."

"Yea, you say that every time, look I'll see you later." I hung up the phone and sat down on the couch.

I loaded up my laptop and waited for Emmett to send me the pictures of the Swan. I was a bit anxious to see what Isabella Swan looked like. From the way Emmett described her, she sounded like a gorgeous woman. Even though it didn't take much to excite Emmett, all he needed was tits and ass. The link for the pictures finally popped up, I clicked on the link shaped as an envelope.

The pictures took a while to load, but once they did my breath caught as I stared at the beauty that was on my screen. She was walking from a store, along side a man with blonde hair, who I assumed was Mr. Cullen. His hand looked to be on her back, leading her into the car awaiting them. She was more than gorgeous, she was stunning. Her eyes cast down, the person snapping pictures went unnoticed. Her mahogany hair in a braided ponytail that laid on her shoulder, the tip of the braid stopping on the middle of her stomach. She wore a white tank top with shorts that showed me her long legs, the tall heels only made them look even longer. My eyes were glued to her body, to be able to have my hands touch her skin. Fantasies of her curvaceous body laying under me began to make their way into my head. The one thing that really had me wanting to meet this woman was her lips. They were curved into a devilish smirk, as if she knew I was looking at her, like she knew a secret that was to die for. Warning signs went off in my head about her, she was a woman that knew what she wanted. That wasn't the only thing, something about her just didn't sit right with me.

I went to the next picture and she now was walking from Mr. Cullen's building. She was with another man and from the way he stared after her, he wanted her just as bad as I did. Her gaze was hidden behind a pair of sunglasses, but she seemed to staring ahead. Her hair was in a bun with bangs that made her look younger. She wore a black leather bikers jacket with a white shirt under it, the white skinny leg jeans and black high heels. She looked upset, her lips in a tight line. Her fists in tight balls, maybe her and her boyfriend got into a fight. I went to the next picture and my heart skipped a beat. Unlike the first two pictures, she looked dead into the camera. The warning bells in my head were louder, her gaze was damn near menacing, her ravishing beauty almost masking it. Her eyes looked to be a deep red, but I confirmed it noticing that a flash wasn't used to take the picture. The same smirk from the first picture was on display, it was like she daring you, taunting you. Her hair was straight, surrounding her perfect face. Her body was hidden by the car she was stepping into. She stared like she was trying to reach into my soul. I knew it was only a picture, but that didn't stop the chill that went down my spine. The woman was dangerous, her demeanor screamed it. I heard Tanya's footsteps and quickly shut down, but the images of Isabella Swan burned into my thoughts.

Bella POV

After going to dinner at a crappy French restaurant where I ate a salad that I had to throw up sooner than later, we were now on my way home. I sat fiddling with my fingers nervously, avoiding his gaze. I knew he was staring at me, I could feel his gaze burning a hole into my neck. I felt his breath getting closer and closer to my skin until I felt his warm lips on my shoulder. I gave a fake shudder and turned to look at him with faux worry.

"You are so beautiful," he leaned down to kiss me, the kiss was light and simple. "I want you so badly it hurts."

His arm snaked around my waist pulling me closer to him, his lips touched mine once more, this time it lasted longer.

"I can show you what your old boyfriend couldn't," he whispered softly against my lips.

"I don't think we should, you're my boss, your married," I played my part well, pretending to slowly break down until he finally got to me.

"I told you we no longer love each other and noone will ever know," his lips touched my cheek, moving to my neck.

I moaned softly, giving him the answer he's been yearning for.

He groaned and pushed me down onto the seat, his body on top of mine. His hands greedily roamed my body, squeezing my breasts, grabbing my ass. He roughly kissed me, shoving his tongue into my mouth. I suddenly realized, I actually hated this part of my job, I hated having to give up my body just to get a job done. I mean, it sounds fun at first, but once I'm in the situation, I realize I don't want to give my body up to a horny, perverted, wealthy ass hole. I knew it was time to get rid of Marvin Harris, whether Carlisle liked my tactics or not. I reached down and pulled the knife out that was hidden in my thigh high. I pulled it up and rested it on Marvin's throat.

"Slowly remove yourself from off of me," I hissed in my normal voice.

He stopped, his body going rigid, his lips frozen on my neck.

"Now," I growled.

He slowly lifted his body and I sat up as well.

"Look Noelle if you didn't want this you..."

"Shut the hell up," I snarled. "I hoped you enjoyed your night because this is as far as it goes for you."

He only looked at me in shock.

"If you even think about moving, I'll bleed you dry."

I moved to the window that blocked us from the driver and knocked on it, I pulled out my gun and as the window came down I pointed it at the driver.

"Step on the gas, don't you dare slow down for anything," he obeyed my command.

The limo began to pick up speed, once it was at it's highest speed I knocked him unconscious. The car still going at a blinding speed, I sat back and watched Marvin look at me in horror while I took off my wig.

"Goodbye Marvin Harris," was all that was said as the car eventually collided into another object. I jerked forward as the limo flipped over, going round and round. I could smell blood and smiled. My body was being jerked left and right as the limo was being tossed around. Finally the limo began to come to halt and the only sound that was heard was my laughter. I can't believe I didn't think of this to begin with? I looked over at Marvin Harris who was covered in blood, his heart coming to a halt. The driver was already dead. I crawled over to Marvin Harris and licked the blood off his forehead.

He was delicious, I sunk my teeth into his skin on his wrist. The blood filling my mouth, I moaned at the exquisite taste. I got my feel of his blood, I didn't want to leave him dry. I climbed out the wreck after listening for heart beats.

"Damn it my clutch," I muttered.

I climbed back in and looked for my purse until I spotted it under the seat. I pulled out my phone and dialed Carlisle's number.

"That was fast,"

"Car accident, very tragic, tell the jet to be ready in thirty minutes."

"See you soon," he hung up.

I ran back to the apartment I stayed in and took a shower, removing the blood from my body. I washed my hair that was glad to be free from its confines. I'm pretty sure the contacts would be gone soon. I put on a simple brown sun dress and left to be at the airport. I caught a cab and relaxed in the back seat. When would I get tired of this job? And if I did would Carlisle allow me to quit? I didn't want to believe that he would force me to do something I hated. He has shown me nothing but love and compassion so he should be okay with me not wanting to do this anymore. After the pile of dead bodies I've collected I don't think I can continue to murder people. Some of these people didn't even deserve to die. My phone ringing took me from my thoughts.

"Swan."

"Well that was creative," Alice's voice chimed.

"Hey, you got to switch it up every now and then."

"I looked at your future and it's very...interesting."

"Interesting how?"

"Interesting as in 'Hot Guy Interesting'."

"Are you going to tell me about this hot guy?" I asked walking down the street.

"Not at all, I like to keep it fun, it would be boring if I told you."

"So what was the point in telling about the hot guy?"

"Because I love it when your antsy, it's humorous."

"Goodbye Alice," I hung up the phone.

I laid my head back and enjoyed the quiet ride. If I did find a the hot guy Alice mentioned would Carlisle allow me to be with him? I've never expressed any interest in other men, so I wouldn't know how Carlisle would react. Would he let me date other men or will he keep me to himself. Carlisle is a possessive man so I'm assuming he wouldn't allow another man to have me. I think he would hate for me to find pleasure in another man. He likes to think that only he can give me the pleasure I need. I'm like a toy that every little boy wants, but can't have. I'm Carlisle's porcelain doll, he dresses me up in nice clothes and shows me off.

"42.95," the cab driver held out his hand waiting for me to pay him.

I gave him a fifty and left from the cab, I went inside the airport and to the terminal where the jet would be waiting. I stepped inside the small plane and sat down, relieved to finally be on my way home.