A/N: Hello everyone. I just had this hair brain idea. It's been on my mind for a while. I just finished graduate school. OMG. What a journey. I'm just now getting back to writing. It's still my passion, and I love to hop on and toss a few stories out there.

For the longest my profile has said little to nothing about my personal life. Well. This story hits home for me, and holds a lot of true events that I went through to get to where I am today. I'll be drawing upon a lot of personal experiences. Where would I be if a man like Edward in this story didn't come into my life? Who knows...

But I'll let Edward and Isabella tell the tale.

Thank you for clicking on my story and I hope you enjoy it. Reviews are more than welcomed! .

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or any of it's characters, that's all Stephenie Myer's department!

"Was it over when she laid down on your couch?
Was it over when he unbuttoned my blouse?
"Come here," I whispered in your ear
In your dream as you passed out, baby
Was it over then? And is it over now?"—Taylor Swift.

Chapter 1: Dr. Who?

Why did I always have the worst luck? And everyone knows, that when you're down on your luck, you might not make the best choices.

For example, being homeless and desperate for warmth and some cash I naturally agreed to get into a shiny black Mercedes and let a smoking hot man fuck me. Not the best choice I'd made. But I was hungry and cold, and his car was warm and there was a stack of cash waiting for me.

That night happened so quickly.

I wondered if the man in the car had been watching me. He seemed so sure that he wanted me that night. Or maybe I was just convenient. That night he pulled his car over and gestured for me to come closer as the window rolled down.

Initially, I didn't believe he was addressing me. Why would he? I hardly considered myself a standout. Yet, when he gestured for my attention a second time, I hesitantly rose from my perch on the chilly earth. As I approached him, I noticed the ghost of a smirk playing upon his lips while his gaze roamed over me from head to toe. His intentions were crystal clear. Still, I couldn't help but wonder, had I truly become so desperate?

Leaning in, the first details that caught my eye were his striking silver eyes, the impeccable tailoring of his black Armani suit, and the gleam of a Rolex watch on his wrist. And the smell of his impeccable cologne.

Indeed, I had an eye for class and could distinguish the true high rollers from the pretenders. And he exuded the aura of the former. Curiosity piqued, I speculated about his profession and his reasons for choosing me.

Surely, I didn't fit the profile of his usual company. Clad in my half-torn mini dress, smudged makeup, and hair slick with grease, I stood out starkly against his elite standards. Yet his demeanor wasn't that of a gentleman either. His actions were unrefined—tinged with anger and a hint of desperation.

It was almost like…he needed me. He didn't know me, but he needed me to be with him in that moment. The man that fucked me that night was far from kindhearted. He resembled a shark that had just experienced the taste of blood, and he took me as if he had been deprived and this was his opportunity for retribution.

So, what the hell was he doing at a medical clinic offering charity care to the less fortunate? Yeah...that night was weeks ago, but I knew his face. It was him. I was familiar with his distinctive features; the penetrating gaze of his silver eyes, the assertive lines of his strong jaw, and the intense shade of his jet black hair.

I let out a horrific cough as I watched him from across the medical clinic, providing medical check-ups to the less fortunate. His smile radiated an angelic warmth. It was professional yet comforting, the kind one would expect from a skilled doctor—flawless and reassuring. The perfect doctor. He also exuded an air of sophistication and expertise, effortlessly portraying the image of a polished and accomplished doctor.

However, behind closed doors, or should I say in the front seat of his car, I knew what a commanding and dominant force he could be. A man that had no problem unleashing his inner animalistic desires. The stark contrast between his professional demeanor and his raw, primal nature was unsettling. And yet...he was again, providing exactly what I needed to survive.

It had been ages since my last medical check-up, and I was painfully aware that I was overdue for one. Fortunately, at least, it wouldn't cost me anything. Every winter, the Cullen clinic would offer complimentary routine check-ups to those living on the streets or anyone struggling financially. In addition to healthcare, they also provided shelter when the weather turned dangerously frigid.

Surviving New York's relentless winter cold was a merciless struggle. A ragged cough clawed its way out of my chest, triggering a throbbing pain in my head. Luck never seemed to be on my side. All these years, I had weathered the biting cold of New York winters without falling ill. Yet, this year, it seemed my good fortune had finally run out. It had to be this year, of all years, that I fell sick – and just my luck, he was the doctor on duty. What was he even doing at a charity clinic, anyway? With his status, you'd think he'd have more prestigious places to be than attending to the homeless.

"Miss Swan?" called a woman with a friendly voice.

"Yes, that's me," I replied, rising to my feet. My gaze followed as her hazel eyes found mine, offering a warm smile that beckoned me closer. Wrapping my arms around myself, I glanced down at the scuffed sneakers I wore and walked toward her.

"This way, please," she instructed, leading me through a corridor and into a cozy examination room. As the door clicked shut, she presented a clipboard. "How are you feeling today, dear?"

"I'm not well," I stammered. "I've got this persistent cough, and it's been keeping me up at night. I was hoping to get something to help with that."

"That sounds tough," she sympathized. Producing a digital thermometer from a cabinet, she swept it across my forehead. The beep was followed by a concerned frown. "102.4—you've got a fever," she observed, jotting notes onto her clipboard.

"Would it be possible to get some cough medicine?" I asked hopefully. "I would be fine skipping the full check-up if I can get that." She offered a patient smile.

"Let's have the doctor take a look first. If they agree it's the best course of action, we can get you a prescription. A doctor's approval is necessary, however."

"Oh, when will I be examined?" I asked with a hint of unease.

"The doctor will be with you shortly," the nurse reassured me. "He's just wrapping up with another patient but has been informed that you're next."

I pursed my lips in thought. "So, he's the only doctor here?"

"Yes, unfortunately. There's a lot of illness going around, and he's covering for tonight," she explained. I exhaled a resigned sigh. Just my luck. "Don't worry," she said with an encouraging smile. "He's a very kind man and an excellent doctor. He'll take good care of you."

Sure he will.

"I'll start by taking your weight and blood pressure," she said, proceeding to do so efficiently. After recording the results on her clipboard, she fetched a cloth gown from the cabinet. I eyed it with surprise as she placed it beside me.

"Um. What's that for?" I asked.

"It's for you," she answered, smiling kindly. "Please undress and put on the gown, with the tie at the back."

"Wait. W-why? Is that necessary?"

"Since you haven't had a medical examination in a while, as noted on your paperwork, Dr. Cullen prefers to be thorough. Believe me. I've worked with him for a long time. He's going to request it. He'll need to conduct a comprehensive check-up to ensure your medical records are current and to provide an accurate diagnosis."

My heart sank. No, I thought to myself, I can't do this. I shook my head faintly.

"It will be all right," the nurse reassured me, sensing my discomfort. "I'll be present during certain parts of the exam. It's not pleasant, but if you go through with it, I'm sure Dr. Cullen can prescribe the treatment you need."

Sighing, I wondered if it was truly necessary. "I just need some cough medicine," I said, hoping for simplicity.

"I understand, dear. But it's all part of the protocol," the nurse replied.

Resigned, I responded with a terse "Fine." It seemed I had no choice but to comply—either play the role of a patient or suffer another sleepless night.

She offered a comforting pat on my knee. "The doctor will knock before entering to ensure your privacy. I'll take your chart to him to ensure everything is prepared and will go smoothly."

Smooth process? That seemed unlikely. Left alone, I began to disrobe, reflecting on how little I wore: a frayed, black mini dress, hole-ridden stockings, and a faded red bra that now appeared black. The oversized, unattractive green jacket that I had snatched from a Goodwill donation truck completed the ensemble—an ensemble that was far from charming.

It made me wonder again… why had he desired me that night?

Dressed in the provided cloth gown, I perched nervously on the examination bed, the paper crinkling beneath me. My hands twisted into anxious fists at the thought of meeting Dr. Cullen.

I had no knowledge of him being a physician—let alone that he was the proprietor of this entire clinic. How could I have guessed that the man who had fucked me with such primal intensity was the owner of the Cullen Med-Clinic and Hospital? I thought he was some business man, or maybe even someone that was married. Although I never looked to see if wore a wedding band...I guess it didn't matter at the time. We both were on a mission to get what we wanted from the other.

Would he recognize me? Perhaps not. He might have already dismissed the memory of our encounter.

After all, to the world, I was just another faceless figure in the crowded streets of New York, a homeless girl. That night, it seemed as though he had detected my dire need for money and sustenance, exploiting my desperation.

I closed my eyes as the images from that night were still vivid.

I was desperate. And he knew it. He knew I wouldn't say no. Couldn't say no. Once I was in his car, he didn't ask how much I wanted. He didn't even ask what I was willing to do.

He ensured I wouldn't say no by setting a stack of bills on the dashboard. As if that was all the conversation that was needed. Well, he wasn't wrong, he just cut to the chase faster than I thought he would. I had thought about leaving…but I couldn't take my eyes off the stack of bills he so carelessly threw on the dashboard. Nor could I ignore the lust and hunger in his eyes as he looked me up and down. It would be easy to give him what he wanted and then take my prize.

Once he was sure I was all in, he simply grinned, his silver eyes taking me in. That's when he spoke for the first time. His first word to me?

"Strip."

"What?" I had said to him.

"You heard me. Strip. Now. Everything off."

He observed me intently as I started to strip. Not once did he look away. When I was down to my bra and stockings, I paused. I thought that whatever he desired, I could accomplish in my current attire. He took his time scrutinizing me from head to toe before his gaze fixed on mine.

"I. Said. Everything," he stated, his voice icy and unyielding. Each word carried a chilling intensity, leaving an unsettling silence in its wake. The stark contrast between his earlier angelic smile and the coldness in his tone sent a shiver down my spine. The air seemed to grow heavy with the weight of his words, lingering ominously in the room.

"I thought I could just...I can-"

"I want you naked. Do it. Or this doesn't go any further."

I had shaken my head in reluctance, yet I complied with his request. Sitting on his leather seat completely naked felt incredibly awkward. But when I mustered the courage to look at him, I found him gazing at me intently, wearing a smile of satisfaction.

"Come here," he said in a gruff voice as he backed his seat back. I figured a blow job. Easy. I really hadn't done many, but I had a boyfriend in high school once upon a time. He seem to like them...I guess. Or maybe that's why he broke up with me...

I moved nearer, feeling a blush of vulnerability heat my cheeks—a warmth I hoped the encompassing darkness would conceal. He helped me across and settled me onto his lap, positioning me so that I straddled him. Again, his gaze took in my naked form. He pinched one of my nipples and massaged my breasts with his warm hands. Yes. It felt odd that he was fully clothed while I was naked. But, dear god was he beautiful to look at in the process. The scent of his cologne, both spicy and fresh, lingered in the air. The sight of his silver eyes and full lips stirred an embarrassing warmth within me. His jaw clenched repeatedly while his hand traced a path down the curve of my back and along the contour of my thighs.

He stroked my hair as he took his time discovering my body. It was pleasurable, yet peculiar. I couldn't help but wonder if that's all he was seeking. As he began to loosen his tie and slip out of his suit jacket, my heart pounded with a fierce urgency. In a moment of confused anticipation, I reached out to assist with the buttons on his white dress shirt, unsure of his expectations, for he had not articulated what he desired from me.

He refrained from intervening. Instead, with a smile on his face, he tenderly stroked my back. I slid my hands over his bare chest, but before I lingered too long, he grabbed his tie and secured my hands behind my back.

"Don't do that again," he warned. Oddly, I remember I felt reprimanded for what had seemed like an innocent action.

It didn't take long before things progressed and I was ridding him like crazy. His bare chest glistening with anticipation, telling me how good I felt. His finders dug into my thighs as I rode him, with all the strength I had, the smell of sweat in the air. I moaned as he sucked my breasts and spouted vulgar words between raspy breaths.

Even when I told him I couldn't go on, his response was to effortlessly flip me over and, without mercy, take me from behind, his hands holding an iron grip on my hair. And I let him. Yes. I had reached that point out of sheer desperation for money. The mere thought of money and a warm meal eclipsed whatever shred of pride I had remaining.

It was pleasure like I had never felt before.

After we were done, he gave me time to redress.

He observed me with unnerving interest yet remained silent throughout. Not a word of thanks, not a single query of whether he might have caused me harm. Instead, silence loomed until I was fully clothed.

Only then did he retrieve the wad of money from the dashboard and extend it to me. Clutching the bills in my lap, I found myself questioning whether the act I had just performed was worth the compensation. I didn't consider myself a prostitute. I had never engaged in sex for money, nor had I ever casually entered a stranger's car to grant them their desires.

It was out of character for me, yet there I was, the weight of shame growing in the car's silence. Eventually, he broke it. "Do you need a ride somewhere?" He asked me.

I had declined his offer. In response, he leaned across, opened the passenger door for me—an unmistakable nudge to exit. And I complied. Once I stepped out, he accelerated away, his engine's roar punctuating the sudden void he left behind.

I never expected to see him again. That night, I had sworn to myself that I would never sell my body again.

The sudden knock at the door made me jump. "Miss Swan? Are you decent?" came a voice from the other side.

I closed my eyes. It was unmistakably his voice. My breath hitched, turning into a nervous cough. "Yes," I managed to reply.

I steeled myself for what was to come. It was time to face the examination.

Just be natural Bella. Act like you don't even remember him. Maybe he would behave the same way and we could just pretend it never happened.

….Yea….This was going to be awkward as hell.

Oh. Dr. Edward Cullen is on his way, stethoscope and all. I wonder how his memory is?

This is me having fun, guys. I love to write stories. So, I hope you are having fun too. Thoughts welcome. Wishing you all safety, peace, and kindness. Times are hard.