The room was hot.
It was so hot.
Why was the room hot?
I went over to the thermostat. It was only 65 degrees.
"I must have a fever or something." I said.
"That's impossible. You aren't having a fever, Bella. You are just horny." I thought to myself.
Ofcourse I was horny!
Edward Cullen… the living, breathing, walking, talking, and most handsome man in the world had kissed me.
I had been kissed by a man like him.
And he had kissed me with a passion.
The kind of passion that had been missing from my life.
But I knew that it was never going to happen.
The only reason he had kissed me, was because he was mad.
It was just a heat of the moment thing.
It didn't mean anything. I was a nobody.
And he was …. Well, Edward fucking Cullen.
Fuck!
I closed my eyes and took a deep breath. I walked over to the bedroom terrace. I slid open the glass door and stepped outside.
The view was incredibly beautiful.
It was dark and the lights in the city were glowing.
The stars in the sky seemed to be winking at me. And the moon shone brightly.
To think I got my heart broken yesterday.
In just 24 hours, a lot had happened.
But the only problem was that, I didn't know what to do next.
How was I going to get out of this mess?
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The next morning came quicker than I expected.
I woke up very early, showered, had breakfast and was about to leave before Edward woke up.
I was glad that he wasn't awake.
After what happened last night, I couldn't bring myself to face him.
I was hoping that I could sneak away without him even noticing.
But I was wrong.
When I tried to open the door, I realized that it was locked.
"Where are you going?" A voice asked.
I stopped dead in my tracks.
That voice. That husky voice.
It made the hair on the back of my neck stand.
Edward Cullen.
His voice held so much authority and power.
"I am leaving. Thank you for your hospitality." I gave him a slight bow and turned back.
"Where are you going?" He repeated his question.
"I have to go and find a job. And also look for a new apartment. And, I have to start a new life. Now that Daniel has left me, I have to learn how to live my life alone." I said.
"Okay." He ran his hand through his messy hair and did a few stretches.
I watched as his muscles rippled and his t-shirt hugged his torso.
Shit!
I was drooling. I shook my head a few times and let out a cough.
"Can you please open the door and let me out?" I asked.
He stared at me.
"Why? Aren't you owing me? In fact, since you are looking for a job, why don't you work for me. That way you can pay for all the damages that you caused." He said.
I looked at him. I had no clue how to respond.
Did he just ask me to work for him?
Nope.
I am not falling for it.
"No. Thank you." I replied. "I can't work for you Mr Cullen. I rather work somewhere else. I am sorry." I said.
"Okay." He said and proceeded to work over to the coffee machine.
He was humming something under his breath.
I stared at him.
Was he seriously giving up on the whole 'pay me' thing?
It was too good to be true.
"So you've forgiven me? You are not going to make me pay you for what happened?" I asked, slowly.
"Oh No sweetheart. My assistant will send you a bill of the money you have to pay." He said, casually.
"Are you serious?"
"Yup." He nodded.
"You can't make me do that. There is no way I can pay you." I yelled.
"I can and I will. You owe me three hundred and fifty thousand dollars. You better find a way to pay it, or I can sue you for all the damages. " He smirked.
I knew what he wanted.
He wanted me to give in and take the job he had offered.
But there was no way I was going to be his employee.
I can't work for a man like him. He was so rude.
He would make my life a living hell.
And he would treat me like his slave.
I couldn't.
"You know, even if I wanted to take the offer to work for you Mr Cullen., I can't. You own a technological company and I studied fashion design. How would I be able to help you?" I asked.
"Oh sweetheart, I'm not offering you a job in my company." He said.
"Can you please stop calling sweetheart?" I asked.
"Fine. You want a real name. Fine, Isabella, I am not offering you a job in my company." He smirked.
"What do you mean? What job are you offering me, then?" I asked.
"An escort." He announced.
"What?" I yelled. "You want me to be a whore. How could you even suggest such a thing. Do you know what it means to be an escort?" I screamed at me.
"Not that type. I meant an escort for just me. You see, I am a little uncomfortable around people. When I am in the middle of an important meeting or a social gathering, you will be by my side and keep me company." He said.
I laughed out loud.
He was crazy. Absolutely fucking insane.
"I can't believe it. You are offering me a job, as your date. That is even more ridiculous than offering me a job as an escort. I don't think that you need my help to find yourself a date. Any lady would kill to be your date."
"Isabella, I never said that, you will be my date. You will just keep me company, if I need you." He said.
"Like today, for instance. The company is throwing a party tonight, and I have to attend. So, you can be my plus one, for tonight."
"You want me to come to a party with you?" I asked, slowly.
"Yes." He nodded.
"And after tonight, will you let me go? Will you stop asking me to pay for what I did?"
"We can talk about that later. First, we have to attend the party. If you do not want to accept the offer, then that's fine. But, let me tell you this. It is very hard to find an employer who is willing to take care of you, until you pay off all your debts." He said.
I had nothing to lose. I had nowhere to go. I had no job. I didn't have a boyfriend.
I had nothing.
And here was a chance to have everything….
Well except the boyfriend part. I mean I was just going to be an escort and keep him company. Nothing more.
"Ok. Fine. I will go to the party with you." I sighed. "I will be your escort."
"Great. You can wear any dress you like, from the wardrobe in the guest bedroom." He said, as he sipped his coffee.
"I don't think any dress from that wardrobe will fit me."
"Trust me. All the dresses in there will fit you perfectly. And the shoes and accessories. They are yours to keep." He said.
I was speechless.
"Can I ask a question, Mr Cullen?"
"Sure." He nodded.
"Were you stalking me?" I asked.
"What?" Edward spat out his coffee and started coughing.
"Were you following me around and checking my measurements? How did you know my shoe and dress size? Isn't it weird? Also you so happen to just be the CEO of my boyfriend's company. Are you a stalker? Is that like your rich person problem. Because I know you rich people and you can get away with a lot of things." I said.
Edward stared at me. He had a blank expression on his face. It looked a little disappointed, but mostly confused.
"No wonder, your boyfriend cheated on you. You are fucking crazy." He said, as he left the kitchen.
I stood there, stunned.
Did he just call me crazy?
Fuck!
Maybe, I was.
But then again, what guy goes and measures a girl's body and her shoe and dress size, without knowing her.
A psychopath.
Edward Cullen had to be a psychopath. That was the only logical explanation.