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This story contains mature themes and is suitable for those eighteen and over.

Edward was all about fun. He wasn't into relationships. But this guy, who was he? He walked into his world turned everything upside down. He has shown Edward there was more to life. E/J, mature themes, OOC.

Chapter One

He walked out of Dad's office with a stride that stopped me dead in my tracks just to watch him go by. He was hot in every sense of the word. He looked to be in his late twenties or early thirties, tall and muscular, with the honey blond hair swimming at the nape of his neck. He tucked the sides behind his ears giving me a perfect view of his angular face and razor sharp jawline. His blue eyes, which I was lucky enough to look into as he went by, were hypnotic.

Time stopped as we passed each other. I gave him the once over because a guy as hot as him deserved it. I didn't give a fuck if he was taken, married, straight or gay. I wanted that ass. My body was screaming for it and I wanted him to know.

The look he gave me though said something else. It said back the fuck off or I'll break you in two. What was that about? What crawled up his ass and died? He expected to be that hot and not have people stare at him. Whatever. I didn't give a fuck. I wasn't looking to marry him. I just wanted a piece of that ass.

If he was one of those straight guys who claimed they didn't swing my way, he'd be surprised how quickly I could change his mind. Like I said, I wasn't looking for forever, just right now in a back room or outside a club or my bedroom with him on all fours letting that sweet looking ass of his swallow my cock.

"Edward!"

I rolled my eyes. Yes, of course, Dad had to slap me back to reality.

"Yes?" I turned and said with a smirk. I quickly glanced back at Mr. Hottie by the elevators. He was looking at me. Good. I flashed him my crooked grin and it had no effect. Well, that shit just wasn't possible. My signature grin has gotten me more ass than I could count on both hands. Ask my best friend, Caius. I could get that fucker to do anything I want by just smiling at him. Then again, Caius was always pretending like he didn't want to give it up, playing straight and shit, but I knew better. That fucker wondered. And I adored a curious mind.

"Get in my office!"

Dearest Carlisle Cullen stomped off and I chuckled and followed. I would find about Mr. Hottie who didn't like people staring at him soon. One of Dad's secretaries would give up the goods. They were aching for me to get curious about pussy. Theirs.

Yeah, right.

I walked into the spacious interior that was Carlisle Cullen, head of a multimillion dollar media franchise, office. I took a seat in front of him while he bristled and mumbled about whatever the hell was stuck up his ass. Dad needed sex. Bad. As much as it pained me to think about it, wasn't Mom giving it up anymore? The guy looked ready to pop a vein.

"Do you know why you're here?"

What was I? Pyshic? I couldn't read his mind. I didn't want to. The boring shit that went on up there would probably bore me to death.

Just for fun, I shook my head. Dad chuckled darkly. "Of course, you wouldn't."

I rolled my eyes. Sitting here was making me antsy. I had better places to be. I could be downstairs trying to get into Mr. Hottie's pants. What did Dad want?

"What is it?"

"What is it?!" He repeated harshly. "It's about you been stalked by some psycho, you knucklehead! What the hell is wrong with you?! You think I called you down here for fun?!"

I shrugged. "I was just wondering the same thing."

Dad looked ready to attack me but he refrained. "Your life might not matter to you, Edward. But you're my son and I love you." Okay, that struck a chord. It forced me to think about my problem. I didn't want to, but Dad was insisting.

"I know, Dad," I said softly. "I just…I'm trying not to think about it."

"I know you want to have fun!" He spat. "But this is serious. Some punk followed you home and tried to kidnap you. I don't want anybody thinking they can touch my family and get away with it. You're a model. You're attractive. I get it. But that doesn't mean any idiot with your pictures paste up on his or her walls can grab you and have you live out their sick fantasies."

My dad was not to be fucked with when it came to his family.

"I get it." I really did.

"Do you?" he snarled. "You sure don't look like you do. You're acting like all is well!"

"Could you stop shouting at me?! Jesus! I get it! Some fuckface wants a piece of me. You're the head of the most popular media company in the country! I'm a model! And this idiot thinks it's okay to stalk me and try to grab me. I get it," I said calmly by the end of the sentence.

Dad looked pleased. "Good. At least it's registered in that horny brain of yours," he said with a smirk like he knew something I didn't. "That's why I've hired someone."

"Wait! What?!" I was about to lose it. I already had the regular bodyguards on my ass. I didn't need anyone else.

"This guy is going to be with you 24/7. He's not going to let you out of his sight. He's the best at what he does," Dad said as if I hadn't spoken. "He comes highly recommended from the government. He's a former soldier, Marine or Navy or some shit like that. All I know is, he is trained for this shit and he's damn good at it."

"I'm fine. I don't want anybody else cockblocking me. I've already got enough guards on my ass!"

"Oh! You mean, Garrett and Alistair. The same Alistair you slept with last week and who has now quit."

I smirked. Alistair was a good workout. "Oh yeah. That."

"Yeah. That!" Dad spat. "I swear to God, I want to take across my knee and give you a fine whooping."

"That's child abuse," I said, egging him on.

He chuckled. "You're an asshole."

I shrugged.

"The new guy is going check out all your little dates and fuck buddies. He's not like Garrett and Alistair so don't try anything. He's got his own team and he's going to depend on you for nothing. He won't answer to you. He'll answer to me. So don't think about ordering him around. He's not here to get you your lattes!"

I was pissed. Beyond pissed. Some ex-GI Joe was coming to follow me around, cockblock me, and make my life a living hell because of some stalker. I wanted to rip the stalker's head off. I wanted to tell my dad where to go stick his attitude and I wanted to tell GI Joe to fuck off as soon as he arrived.

"What's his name? When's he coming?" I resigned with a snarl.

Dad laughed at my attitude. He didn't care he was ruining my life. I became a model to have fun, travel the world and fuck as much as I wanted. I didn't do it to be stalked both by some sicko and a steroid induced ex-soldier.

"You'll know all of that when you meet him."

"What?!"

"Goodbye, Edward. Go do whatever it is you do until your next shoot which will be tomorrow at noon with Gucci."

That was it. I was dismissed until Sunday brunch and dinner. Sundays was family day if all members of the Cullen family were in town. We all had to convene at the family home to talk, quarrel and eat.

I slammed the door of the black SUV a couple of times after getting in before I told Garrett to drive. I was steaming. I wanted to punch something. I should go to the gym. As soon as I got home, I would.

I had a home gym. In the past, I didn't use it as much. I rather go to the public gym that wasn't far from my home. I liked all the options there. There was a lot scattered ass and curious minds there. I always got a good workout. But after I was photographed by my stalker there, I had to stop. Dad screamed his head off at me when I complained about stopping. Telling me at least I still had my head and some freak about put a bullet between my eyes. He could really overwhelming. My father was overdramatic.

Now, because of my stalker and my melodrama father, I was stuck in my predicament of some GI Joe coming to fuck up my life. I wanted to wring my stalker's neck!

"What's going on?" Caius carefully asked after I had simmered down. I was through with my meltdown. It was time to plot. No one got the one up over Edward Cullen. I knew what I was going to do. It was simple really. I would just make my new bodyguard's life a living nightmare or try to fuck him then he would either quit or Dad would fire him.

Yeah, I loved my plan.

"Edward?" Caius said, making me turn my attention to my so called straight best friend who was my assistant and probably knew exactly what I was walking into.

I raised an eyebrow at him. "Did you know?"

"Know what?" Caius chuckled nervously. The asshole knew.

"I'm getting a new bodyguard. Alistair isn't working with me anymore."

Garrett cleared his throat to cover a chuckle.

"What, Garrett?" He was straightforward guy. He wasn't scared of me. In fact, he was one attractive fucker. Just my type too. Tall, sexy and muscular. If he had given me any indication he swung my way or was at least curious, I would have gone after that ass long ago. But Garrett was strictly pussy.

In a way, he reminded me of the guy I saw leaving dad's office, Mr. Hottie. If only he could be the bodyguard. I would have fun chasing that ass. He wouldn't be able to resist me. I was Edward Cullen. Ass was mine. If I wanted it, I got it. Damn, now that I remembered him, I realized I didn't ask any of Dad's secretaries about him. I would try tomorrow. Someone would give up the goods on Mr. Hottie, starting with a name to go with that incredible ass.

"You shouldn't have slept with Alistair." Garrett commented, jarring me back to the present.

"Oh come on, he wanted it." I defended. It wasn't my fault I was that good.

"He wanted more." Garrett countered. "He liked you. He'd just come out and you, an attractive guy, gave him attention and a lot more. You fucked up," Garrett concluded.

Damn. I hated when he was right. "Fine. I shouldn't have. But…."

"But nothing, Edward. You fucked up," Garrett said.

"Yeah, I know," I mumbled. I really did. Alistair treated me like a stranger that night happened between us. Maybe I should have more caring, but everyone knew how I was. I didn't do relationships or heartfelt sentiments. I fucked and moved on. What was so wrong with that? Fun was fun. I guess Alistair should be thankful I taught him that lesson. I still felt like shit though, and look at the trouble it has gotten me in. "But that doesn't mean I deserve a new bodyguard!" I argued. "You're good enough!" I told Garrett, making him chuckle. "I like you. I won't like this guy."

Caius looked shocked. "You're getting a new bodyguard?"

"Yeah, and don't pretend like you didn't know." I chuckled.

"I didn't!" Caius looked as pissed off as I felt. "Who is he?"

"Not sure." At least my friend agreed with me. It wasn't necessary. A new guy was going to cramp our style. My style actually! "He's some ex-soldier on steroid who will be around me 24/7 making my life hell. We're going to kill each other. I'm telling you guys right now." That was if my plan didn't work. I wasn't about to tell these guys my plan. Loose lips sunk ships.

Garrett chuckled. "You'll be fine. You're in danger, Edward. Maybe this guy won't be too bad."

I scoffed and looked out the window as Garrett drove. Caius was quiet. He looked deep in thought. Whatever. I had more important things on my mind. I didn't have any time to ask him what was bothering him. Maybe another time. All my attention was to devoted to this bodyguard guy I have yet to meet. Oh God, I felt my head was going to explode. I closed my eyes and the quiet hum of the car soothe me. You know what, whatever with GI Joe. I was heading home now and later I was going out to find a nice ass to make me forget about how fucked up my life was about to be.

Now who was going to be the lucky guy tonight?