Rated M for mature content, language, adult situations. Lemons, people! Don't read if you're under 18!

I don't own anything Twilight. SM owns it all, I'm just messing around! I hope you enjoy it.

I was tired and my feet hurt. Waitressing was one of the worst jobs out there but being only halfway through my degree, I needed the money I would earn in tips.

I wasn't just a waitress though, I was a waitress at a well renowned strip club. There's no point in trying to say this place was classy because no matter the paint job it's still a strip club, there's nothing classy about it.

A duck is a duck is a duck.

The skimpy corset and bustle combo that was my strict work attire displayed my generous assets very publicly. The four inch heels I was ordered to wear every night kept my calves in tip top shape, sure, but Jesus God my feet hurt. The pompous ass who owned this place never showed his face. He had all of his cronies do all his dirty work. Someone other than he hired, fired, managed, and supervised. All Mr. Masen did was rake in the dough. I kept my mouth shut and I worked hard. It would be detrimental if I lost this job, as it was the best paying one this side of the city.

"Hey, Iz, Mr. Masen asked to see you before you leave." a co-worker called.

Speaking of pompous asses.

This wasn't new. Mr. Masen loved to scare the shit out of his employees by sending a cronie to the floor informing someone that he wanted to see them. Hearts beat wildly, palms get sweaty, feet faulter...Only to come face to face with Tanya, his assistant. Jerks.

I nodded acknowledgement and finished wiping down the bar tables with my sanitizer spray.

Washing my hands in the restroom after closing time, which was actually eight a.m., I placed my hands on the ceramic bowl sink in front of me and stared at my reflection in the mirror. My hair was pulled up into a high braided ponytail, the navy blue corset and black bustle was tailored perfectly to my body, pushing my perky breasts as high as they would go. Each waitress had a color specific to their skin or hair color. Tanya had deemed navy my color and I had three sets with matching heels. My left arm was sleeved in swirly, cloudy artwork and I let my eyes trail over the patterns. It had finally been completed last weekend during my trip to Forks and La Push. The makeup I wore was heavy wingtips around my eyes, thick eyeliner, fake black lashes, and ruby red lip stick. Tanya said the lip stick gave me a Snow White look combined with my creamy complexion and dark brown hair.

Tanya was on crack.

I looked like a hooker.

As soon as I met with Tanya, aka 'Mr. Masen', I would be practically running home to remove all the shit from my face, soaking my feet in Epsom salts and then falling face first into dreamland oblivion. Drying my hands and leaving the bathroom, I noticed someone had turned all the lights off already. Usually that was my job. I looked at the watch on my right wrist, I wasn't in the bathroom that long. Someone wasn't very patient this morning.

The dim lighting that was mandatory to keep on was all that lit my path down a long hallway beyond the club's bar. My heels click clacked on the marble floor and my bustle rustled around my hips. I had to admit that I did feel sexy when I wore this. Perhaps that was the entire point. If the ladies feel sexy, they'll act sexy...and men love sexy. They pay for sexy.

I stood facing the ordinary office door of the infamous Mr. Masen and taking a deep breath, I knocked. The door opened and I stepped through confused. Tanya wasn't sitting at the cherrywood desk. Her lamp was off and all of the paperwork that was usually scattered across the desk's top was neatly piled in a filing basket. Her laptop was closed. Feeling very unsure, I turned and looked to the door. Someone had opened it, yet no one was there. A shiver swept down my spine.

"Bella." A soft voice breathed.

I shut my eyes, still facing the office door, and swallowed hard. Twisting just my head to the side, I peeked behind me.

Holy fuckballs!

It couldn't be. This is a dream or a nightmare. Everything in that moment clicked in my mind. Mr. Masen. How had I never put it together before?

Carefully maneuvering my feet so as not to trip, though admittedly I am much more graceful than I used to be, I came face to face with the love of my life. The man I had been pining after and dreaming of every night for the last four years. He was more gorgeous than I could have ever remembered. My psyche didn't do his memory justice at all. The carefully tousled backsweep of his bronze brown hair, the golden caramel of his eyes, the thick lashes that framed those same soul piercing orbs. My breath caught in my throat. He was fucking perfect.

He smiled his heart stopping crooked smile and I blinked.

I walked slowly passed him and went to Tanya's desk. Keeping my eyes on him, I picked up a blank piece of paper and her pen. I took my eyes off of him for only a moment so that I could see what I was writing. Once I'd finished, I folded the paper in half and placed it on top of Tanya's laptop and brought my eyes back to the man in front of me. I walked back around the desk, eyes locked with the beautiful man the entire time, then kept walking.

Once I lost eye contact, I walked fast. Straight out the office, left down the hallway, out of the club's front doors, and through the parking lot to my little blue Hyundai. I didn't look back as I put the key in the ignition, started my car, then peeled tires out of the lot.

The fuck!?

I drove on auto pilot toward my apartment. My white knuckled grip on the steering wheel was painful but I couldn't bring myself to loosen up. I stumbled out of my car, locking it, then ran up the fire escape to my side balcony door on the balls of my feet so my heels wouldn't get caught in the grates. I slid the door open then fell heavily into it once I was inside. My bustle pulled in protest as I slipped to the floor. Lying my forehead on my knees, I breathed slowly in and out trying to catch my bearings.

Mr. Masen...That makes so much sense to me now. How he is never seen, never heard, and has humans doing all of the work for his business.

I gasped and my head whipped up.

Tanya!

Even with the contacts making her eyes a blue hazel, it seems so fucking obvious to me now. I had always admired her strawberry blonde hair and wide smile. The flawless creamy complexion of her skin. She exudes a confidence that takes years to master.

And she's had years.

I didn't rightly know whether I should be angry or exuberant. I was, quite honestly, both. Has he been watching me all these years like a creepy stalker again? As if he didn't do enough of that when I was a teenager.

I gasped again, this time inhaling a much bigger breath and almost choking on it.

Is he still sneaking into my bedroom at night?

I stood up so fast from my place by the door that I got dizzy. Kicking my heels off my feet across the kitchen linoleum, I ran like a maniac to my bedroom. I checked the windows that framed my headboard, looked under the bed and in the closet. I looked like a lunatic, I was sure, but I was freaking out!

Oh my God, he's a fucking vampire. He would cover his tracks and I would never know.

Sighing, I plopped down onto my bed and sat there staring out the window. My apartment was on the outskirts of Port Angeles in a quiet neighborhood. If he was entering my room or any part of the apartment, I would never know. Also, if he was, he would know that I call his name every night. Sometimes in lust, sometimes in heartbreak. If he's been following me these last four years then he knows I'm a veritable hermit and still a virgin. He would know that I attend the community college and have too many bills and not enough funds.

"Ugh!" And now even less funds.

I stood on pained feet and went to the bathroom to get into the shower. I should go to sleep, I've been awake since eleven p.m. the night previous and worked all that time, but now I needed to go job hunting.

Finishing my shower, I blew out my hair and pulled on a long sleeved henley and pair of Arizona boot cut jeans. Slipping on my chucks and shrugging on my winter vest, I trooped back down to my car.

o.o

She stared at me, gobsmacked and wide eyed as I stood before her for the first time in four years, that she knew. I could literally see the emotions in her facial expressions. Even slathered in all that junk Tanya has the girls wear out on Candy's floor for work, Bella is a vision. A perfect angel. I feel my mouth pull into a goofy grin and long to wrench her into my arms and kiss the ever loving daylights out of her but before I move, she's walking passed me. My eyes track her movements, the sway of her hips, the echo of her heels on marble, her dainty hands lifting paper and pen. When she finishes writing and folds the note, she walks back out of the office and I am stunned still. Her scent hangs in the air heavily and I suck in a breath, relishing in my love. I step to the desk and using one finger and thumb, I open the note.

"I quit!"

Well, shit.

I sit on the edge of the desk and rake my hand through my hair then down the front of my face, puffing my cheeks and blowing out a long breath.

I hated breaking Bella's heart but it was the best thing at the time. Charlie had been reunited with his estranged daughter and he needed her.

Alice saw him dying of brain cancer and how Bella would react as a newborn vampire if she hadn't been able to support and help her father through his illness. She had us make many different decisions to either keep Bella with us throughout the whole ordeal or to make Charlie one of us. If my family stayed in Forks, Bella would push us all away in anger and sadness over Charlie's health. If we approached Charlie with the option of immortality, he wouldn't believe us. When we made him believe us, he would refuse adamantly. We had made the decision of the different places I could stand so the bullet would miss but he hit me every time. Carlisle made the decision to change him without his knowledge on his deathbed but in a blind rage, Charlie rips the whole family apart and sets us on fire.

It was even decided that we tell Bella all of this and let her decide what to do. She had chosen for us to stay, for me to help her in that time, but again the outcome was the same. She would push me away, screaming that she hated me and never wanted to see me again.

It broke my heart to see those visions, and it broke my heart to break hers.

So I did what I had to do. I kept watch over her, protected her from Laurent and Victoria with the help of my family. I prayed with her every night for her father, though I knew it was useless. I watched her fall apart after I left and I sobbed tearless soul wrenching sobs over the pain I caused. I rejoiced silently when she put herself back together and fumed when she made friends with the wolf, Jake. When Charlie finally passed away after a year and a half of rigorous treatment, quietly paid for by Dr. Cullen, I held her in the night while she screamed and cried in her sleep.

Bella hit what I call a rebellious stage and what Jasper calls being human. She bought a small motorcycle, got tattoos, and hung out with oversized men. Though she had never had a relationship with any of them and I didn't like that she was so adventurous, I knew this was part of living her life as a human as I'd so callously informed her to do. I disagreed with Jasper however, because if she was just being human, her oversized friends wouldn't be werewolves.

The wolves knew, of course that we were playing ghost angels to Bella and promised to keep quiet. Jake knew how in love Bella was with me to this day and we had come to a reluctant agreement with each other.

I had spilled my innermost secrets to Jake one night after he found me destroying the woodlands in a fit of rage after Charlie passed. I had been hanging on the end of a thin threat, needing to comfort Bella, but unable to. He sat and listened, surprisingly quiet and open-minded, about all the things I had done wrong in my existence. Including lying to Bella about why I left her and about my age.

While the story we concocted for a seventeen year old Bella was true for the most part, a bigger part of the lie was that I, myself was seventeen. I am, in fact, twenty. Alice had convinced me to keep Bella's advances at bay telling her stories of my lack of control or my Edwardian values. In reality, I couldn't bring myself to kiss her as a woman should be kissed while she was a teenager. I'd been head over heels for her. My mate. But I knew I had to maintain a certain decorum within our relationship.

It literally pained me to thwart many of her advances. When she would sleep in her tiny cheeky shorts and thin tank tops, her nipples hardening in the cool air or from the touches of my cool skin, I would have to sit in the rocking chair as opposed to the bed, my erection straining against the seam of my jeans. I endured, though. Bella was everything to me and I would do anything for her. Including break her heart.

When Bella sold her motorcycle and started her second year of community college, my brothers and I created Candy. Port Angeles' best and only high end strip club. We hired an array of humans to do the work, privately overseeing operations from home outside Seattle. The time had been approaching to reintroduce ourselves into Bella's life.

Big change was coming for her and we would need to be there. Alice had seen she would not push us away this time once things got rough. I only hoped Bella would forgive me and my family. I wasn't sure what I would do if she couldn't.

o.o

I skipped lunch for this jackass. I am irritable, hungry, and fucking tired. Five long hours of filling out applications, searching all over town for job opportunities, and one interview later, I am back at square fucking one. This jackass who gave me the interview only wanted my God damn phone number and after one too many pats to my thigh, I told the sleezeball where to shove his fucking job.

I threw myself into bed, foregoing lunch in favor of some much needed slumber.

My hands dipped below the hem of my panties and I drew my fingertips through the slick heat at the apex of my thighs.

"Help me, Edward. I want to feel your fingers when I come." I whispered.

He sat at the edge of my bed and lifted the hem of his shirt, dropping it to the floor in a heap. His eyes burned black with arousal and his jeans looked awfully tight.

Hooking his fingers into my panties at my hips he drew them down my thighs and tossed them to the floor with his shirt.

"Is this for me, Bella? Are you dripping that sweet honey for me?" Edward's voice was thick and deep. He wanted me as much as I wanted him. I was going to take him.

"You're the only man who can make me feel this way. I want you to feel what you do to me." I grabbed one of his hands and pulled him to me, guiding his fingers up and down my hot sex.

Edward groaned and leaned over me, pressing the bulge in his jeans against my wet core. I indulated into him, my back arching my breasts toward his face. He took the bait and circled a nipple with his cool tongue, laving it into a tight pink peak.

"Oh God, Edward yes! Take off your pants, please!" I cried, grabbing onto the headboard behind me, my head sunk into my pillow.

A quick kiss to my lips, Edward jumped off of me, ripped his jeans off, then was back on me. His erection was nestled between my hips and he placed his lips to my ear, letting them brush the lobe as he whispered, "I'm gonna make you scream my name."

With a quick tilt and thrust, I was filled and complete.

"Edward!" I screamed.

I shot up in the bed, grabbing tightly to the sheets, eyes closed, mouth open as I cried out my orgasm. Panting and opening my eyes, I looked around the room. The curtains were moving and I knew the windows were shut.

I smiled.

Yeah, he witnessed me dreaming of him. Guaranteed I screamed his name.

I was smug.