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Summary: After Bella Swan caught her boyfriend with another woman, she decided to have a one-night stand with a stranger. What happened when he turned out to be her new boss. Lemons, OOC, AH;

This story is from Bella and Edward's POVs.

If We Ever Meet Again

Stop Overanalyzing

Bella's POV

"Damn it," I say after I felt the tequila burning down my throat. I'm usually not the type of girl who drinks herself into oblivion. Actually, I'm the girl who drinks alcohol at all, but today I have a reason for it.

I'm twenty-six years old. Right out of law school. I'm supposed to be laughing and acting stupid, sleep with strangers and go to bars. Instead, all I have is a monotone life, and the thought I have a great life.

My boyfriend Riley and I have — had — been together for a year. I sincerely thought he was the one. He had the full package: sweet, caring, loved to cuddle. He was a sweetheart. However, of course, still waters run deep.

Today must be the worst day of my life and I'm not God's favorite creation. I lost the promotion I wanted so badly, same promotion I thought it was mine for sure. This ruined my evening and all I wanted was to go home and watch Wheel of Fortune with Riley.

As aforementioned, the guy above hates me. Fate slapped me hard from the moment I opened the front door to the apartment. My apartment. Which I bought with my money. Not Riley.

Just to clear any misunderstandings.

I was met by the sick sight of a red-headed slut, who was riding Riley on the couch — my couch, that I bought with my money. Not Riley. — with her head thrown back.

While I was wondering if I had suddenly developed an illness and somehow got the apartment wrong, Riley saw me. He started apologizing, but the funny thing was, that he didn't even stop fucking his whore.

The situation was quite amusing actually. He was gesturing with his left hand, proclaiming his undying love for me, whilst his right hand had a death grip on the slut's cellulite ass.

Endearing, really. It was endearing how stupid that boy was.

I told him to finish up and get the hell out of my apartment. That I bought with my money. Not Riley.

I had to give the guy credit, though. It wasn't enough that his unemployed ass was living on my salary he was also being all unfaithful in my own apartment.

I'm not going to state again with whose money it was bought, because I wouldn't want to sound snobby.

Even though, it was purchased with my money. Not Riley's.

I'll be straight up honest.

All those events lead me to where I am now — the bar across from Stewart & Brown law firm, a.k.a. my work place.

Eclipse is a nice bar. It has a potential, I'll give it that. The bar isn't big by any means, but it has enough space for a small dance floor and several tables. The interior is in dark deep blue and black. There are some pictures of solar eclipses on the walls. My favorite one is the picture of the full eclipse from 1999.

"Look Bella, don't get yourself upset over Riley Biers. He is a big piece of nothing, lover. He didn't even deserve to breathe the same air as you. You did yourself a favor by breaking up with him," Rosalie Hale, the most gorgeous and amazing female I know, says. Rose has been my best friend ever since day one in college. I have always been on the klutzy side and I landed on my ass the moment I entered my English literature class. I was running late, the class had already started, and my tripping didn't go unnoticed. Lauren Mallory, the dumbest whore I have ever met started laughing at me and I blushed in a hundred shades of red.

Rosalie was the one who stood up for me. She held her hand and helped me off the ground. Ever since, she was my rock, the single most amazing girlfriend, and she always picked me up when I fell, literally and metaphorically.

Don't get me wrong. Our friendship has never been one-sided. I would die and kill for this girl. Police records are proof of that.

Not for murder, though. That would've been way too freaky.

"Rosie, beautiful Rose — and I'm not speaking of the flower with the petals — it's easy for you to say that. You have your guy, you are in love, engaged to be married, he will never cheat on you and you know you two are forever," I whine, swallowing Rosalie's tequila shot.

Right on cue, Emmett McCarty, Rosalie's fiancé waved us from behind the bar. He, along with my best friend Jacob Black, owned Eclipse, but voluntarily bartended.

"So? I'm with Emmett, because I love him and he loves me. You said it, we know we're forever. Did you think chickenpox was your forever?" Rosalie has been calling Riley "chickenpox" for the past three months for a reason. Riley got some pimples and insisted on going to the hospital, because he was certain without a point of doubt he was going to die.

Seriously, what did I ever find in this guy?

"I really did. I thought he was my forever. I feel so betrayed Rosie."

"Okay, so you got it wrong. Find yourself another guy, Bella. Someone who will treat you with respect," she says and crosses her mile-long legs under the table.

Rosalie Hale is a living angel. Not because she is nice. Oh God, no. If I ever had to describe Rose, the word "nice" wouldn't even be mentioned. Nice wouldn't even pass through my mind. I mean, I'm an atheist, but that's blasphemous!

The guy above obviously has a dislike for my persona. No need to enrage him further.

Even though I don't think he exists.

Those are all self-excluding statements.

It's the alcohol, baby.

Back on topic, Rosalie is beautiful. Five foot nine inches of pure glory, long legs that I had seen wrapped around many guys, big breasts that I had witnessed being canoodled by lots and lots of people (notice I'm not discriminating), long soft, naturally blonde hair, and deep as the ocean blue eyes, which captured the inner diva of every woman who needed some sexual experiments.

Come on now, let's be honest. No man watches your eyes.

Yeah, she was on the whorish side, but that was before Emmett.

She is naturally tanned, even in Seattle. She is a pure goddess, but she was a bitch. I love her and all, but I can't lie.

Although, I do it for a living.

"It's easy for you to say it, Rose. All you have to do is smile at the guy and he is yours," I say, motioning to one of the waiters to a refill of our shot-glasses.

"And why would you say it like that? You mean you can't have any male species you want?" she asks, raising her perfectly shaped eyebrow at me.

"Look at me and look at me good. I know I'm not a Donatella Versace, but I'm no Twiggy."

"Did you really just compare yourself with a plastic surgery disaster and a model from the sixties? I am looking at you and do you wanna know what I'm seeing? A beautiful young girl, about to be an amazing lawyer with great personality, that's what I'm seeing."

"I'm going to be an amazing lawyer?" I laugh. "I can barely stand up for myself, how am I going to stand up for someone else? If my father didn't pressure me to study law, I would have been fine in the quiet library."

"Am I going to hear the 'I'm plain ol' Bella' speech again?" She whines, sticking her tongue at me.

I giggle. "Yeah, I guess so." I look up to the waiter as he comes and re-fills our glasses. I mumble a "cheers" to Rosalie and down my shot.

"Okay that's it", she says, standing up to her feet and straightening her black jumpsuit and lifting her red waist-belt a little higher. Her red pumps are making her frame look even taller.

"Okay what?" I ask making a grimace when one of the dance lights blinded me for a second.

"You and I are going on that dance floor and you'll get a one-night stand with a complete stranger. There will be no strings attached, no names said, no nothing. Just a night of passion and sex," she says, tossing her blonde hair behind her shoulder.

"No way!" I laugh. "Ever since I started to be sexually active, I never slept with strangers."

"Oh yes way! Come on chop-chop." She urges me clapping her hands two times.

As an attorney I was thought to always measure my competitor. The way I see it, I have two options. The more preferable one is to go to the dance floor and just do what Rosalie says. The other one is to distract her and get the hell of the club, but things will get ugly the second she saw my face again.

Rosalie Hale is intimidating.

And scary as fuck!

And right now she was giving me the death glare and I could feel the chill of fear running through my body.

I jump from my chair and pull down the hem of my dress down. "All right!" I yell. "I can't believe you gave me the glare!"

She smirks and I link my hand with hers, as she blows a kiss to Emmett and pulls me to the dance floor.

The dance floor isn't crowded, but since it's small there was limited dance space. Rose lifts her hands in the air and starts moving her body in simple, yet sexy movements. I, on the other hand, being less coordinated and on five inch heels, decided to save myself a broken arm and moved just the upper part of my body. I was moving my head from left to right and lifting my shoulders up and down – all retarded like — until I relaxed and really enjoy the dance.

The song blasting from the speakers was fairly new. I have only listened to it once, but never listened to the lyrics.

I listen to the lyrics and conclude it's a very stupid song. The beat, however, can really make you move.

As if I forgot the fear of the five inch heel, I start to move around the small dance floor, going as far and settling my retarded status by jumping up and down a little bit. Laughing and tossing my head backwards I let the beat take over my body. I was actually very thankful for the amount of tequila I had in my system, because I would have never been able to be able to pull this out sober.

Who knows, perhaps I will even have a one-night stand tonight.

Unintentionally, I start singing along with the song and moving every part of my body.

While screeching I didn't even notice when the crowd moved to the end of the dance floor, making me room to dance. That, or the people were trying to get as far away from me as possible with minimal physical damage.

I always hated the spotlight on me, but in this very moment I couldn't give a shit about the crowd.

Once the song changed to someone singing something about airplanes, people took the dance floor again.

In my drunken haze, I see Rosalie colliding not-so-gently with me and unnecessarily yelling in my ear how cool I was.

Cool, man, for real?

Was she suddenly in loss of adjectives?

I giggle, though, because apparently I find it all hilarious and put my hands on Rose's waist. We dance together for a little bit, but when I spotted Emmett approaching us, I let go of Rosalie's groping claws and push her to her man.

I was smiling at them, when I felt a pair of strong hands, encircling my waist from behind.

"You know I'm going to kill him, right," Jacob says and I feel his breath on my neck.

I smile and hug his hands with mine, letting my head rest on his broad shoulder. "No you're not."

He lets go of my waist and spins me around to face him. I lift my head slightly, so that I could be able to look into his deep black eyes.

He is freakishly tall, and even though I'm almost five ten with the heels, he still has a head above me.

Total freak.

His short black hair is opening his face, showing his strong jaw, straight nose and the most amazing smile. His body is muscular, but not all body-builder like.

These people make me sick.

Who wears thong and shows muscles?

Can I get an auditory "eww?"

"Yes, I am. Bella, God! I've waited to kick his sorry ass ever since I met him. Now, not only that you don't date him anymore, right…?" he questions, glaring. I nod. "But he also fucking cheated on you. He is winning a trip to the plastic surgeon that's for sure."

"Nope Jake, he is not." I say, hoping that it will sound intimidating.

I really had to practice Rosalie's glare.

Jacob Black has been my best friend ever since I was a child. After my parents' divorce I stayed in Forks with my father, while my mother went to live well, somewhere. I haven't seen or heard from her in years.

I was pretty shaken by my parents' separation and Jake was the only one I talked to.

My father, Charlie Swan, is the Chief of Police in Forks. He's always had a thing about law. He wanted to be a lawyer, but when my mother got pregnant with me when she was eighteen he left the law school and started working as a police officer.

This is the reason my father always pushed me into law. He wanted me to be what he couldn't. Because his dream got stolen, he wanted to steal mine as well.

I always had a thing for books. There was nothing a cup of hot chocolate and a good book couldn't fix. I wanted to study English. I wanted to publish something I wrote, but now I would never get that chance, because I became what my Dad wanted me to be — a lawyer.

Jake has always been the brother I never had. We were never romantically involved. We have never even kissed actually. People thought that we were a couple on many occasions, but that didn't bother either of us. We knew the truth.

Jake is engaged to be married to Renesmee Masen. They met when we were twelve and started dating at thirteen. They have been together ever since. If Rose and Emmett are forever, then Nessie and Jacob were meant for each other ever since the day they were born.

"Yes, Bella I am!" he hisses. All snake-like.

"No, Jacob you are not. If you do, you will be jacking off for a month." A velvety voice came from behind Jacob. I look up and see one of the most amazing creatures God ever made.

It's personal between me and Him.

Tall, pale-skinned girl, with dark brown eyes and almost black curly hair stays about a feet away from us. Her short hair reaches her shoulders. She has an amazing physique and always and I mean always perfect nails.

Renesmee.

"Nessie, baby, please stay out of this. Riley hurt Bella. You know that both of you are the only women I care about. If someone ever does something to either one of you he is dead."

"I know that and you're right. But our Bella here says she doesn't need you, muscles. So step back and leave her alone," she says, putting her hands on her waist and glaring at Jake.

Why is everyone's glare so intimidating, yet mine is not?

"My Dad told me not to let a woman in control ever. When did I get so whipped?" he asks no one in particular.

I laugh, watching Nessie reaches on her tip-toes and kisses Jake. He puts his hands around her tiny waist and she intertwines her fingers around on the back of his neck. They start moving in a slow dance, not listening to the fast song that was going around the club.

They were so sweet, they could get you diabetes.

I turn my head to look at Rose and Emmett. Rosalie is laughing while Emmett is circling her around. I let a small laugh and move back to the table Rose and I occupy.

I was leaving the dance floor, when a hand grabs my wrist gently. I turn around and my eyes land the most good-looking male I've seen during my existence. The first thing I notice are his deep, starry eyes in this unique green color. The outline of the iris is dark green, so dark almost black and the rest of it were in lighter shade of jade. His hair is auburn and all over the place. It looks like someone had moved their fingers through it all day long. His skin is pale, but not unhealthy looking, and his jaw was very well shaped. I also calculated a two day stubble covering his jaw.

Don't get me starting on the lips! Oh, so full and kissable.

My eyes were refusing to look away from his face to check his body. I was mesmerized by him.

"Leaving so soon?" he asks and his velvety voice sounding like a bell in my ears.

Before I could answer, he puts his hands on my hips and starts moving slowly. I put one of my hands on the back of his head, touching the softness of his hair and the other one on his chest, feeling the hardness of his muscles. How could he be so amazing?

I look away from his piercing look and give him a once-over. He sure as hell wears that T-shirt well. The green was complimenting on his eyes perfectly.

I have slept with the total of three people, but I have never felt as good in their arms as I felt in this guy's.

Enjoying his hands on me, I wondered if I could do it?

… No strings attached …

… No names said …

… Just a night of passion and sex …

Hmm … yes. Yes, I could.

I lift my head from the Adonis's chest and look at him in the eyes. I press his head down a little and kiss him with all of the sexual frustration, the anger I felt towards Riley, the lust I felt towards this complete stranger.

I feel his tongue trace my bottom lip and I open my mouth to give him access. His sweet scent fills me and I let out a porn-star moan, for which I'm sure I would be presented with the Golden Cock for.

God, he was such a good kisser …

"My place or yours?" he asks in between the little kisses he is covering me with.

"Yours, mine is pre-occupied," I say remembering Riley and the cheap red-headed whore in my apartment. Not Riley's. That I bought with my money.

Not Riley, the apartment. Nobody would buy Riley even if he was on fifty percent discount.

He smirks and grabs my hand leading me toward the exit of the club. We walk to my table and I grab my purse and my BlackBerry from the plot. He pulls his car-keys out and opens the door for me.

I remember that I didn't say bye to Rose and she would be worried. I grab my BlackBerry and write her a text.

Got myself a stranger. Talk to you tomorrow. ~ B.

I saw. Good job, kid. Call me. Love you. ~ R.

Will do. Love you too. ~ B.

Once I hit send, my mystery guy grabs me again and kisses me, pressing me to a shiny new silver Volvo. Hmm … he has the looks and the money. Definitely marriage material.

"God, you're so beautiful," he whispers and grabs my hand, leading me to the passenger's door, opening it for me. I sit down to the seat, but don't bother myself with the belt. He circles the hood of the car and opens his door. Once he sits down he looks at me. I jump from my seat onto his lap and kiss him hard. He puts a hand on my thigh and under the hem of my dress and before I know it his massive hand was cupping my pussy. I moan into his mouth and he groans feeling the wetness in between my legs.

"If you keep up with that we won't be able to reach my house," he moans.

I sit back to my seat, giving the man space. "Drive then."

He smirks. "Your wish is my command."

He is driving like a crazy person and I wonder if I should worry about it, but before I could protest he stops the Volvo in front of a big three story white house. One side of it is covered in windows entirely. It is well maintained and it screamed rich.

My guy comes to my door while I'm ogling his house and opens it, holding his hand out for me. I found his gentleman moves a little strange. I was going to fuck him, without him doing that.

I put my hand in his and he holds it tight, intertwining our fingers together. Without bothering to lock the car, he starts jogging along with me toward the house. The heels I'm wearing make my feet protest, but I couldn't find it in myself to give a damn. All I could care about is that I was going to have this babe-magnet for the night.

We reach the door I'm pinned to it. He grabs my ass and lifts me from the ground. I wrap my legs around his waist, locking my ankles together. I can feel his hardness right where I need it and it feels so good.

He opens the door and closes it behind us. I hear the ripping of a material and before I knew it I was out of my dress.

He ripped my fucking dress off.

How hot is that?

I hear his sharp intake of breath, but I can't acknowledge why. I have never had any reaction like this before.

"God, you are so hot I have to take you, baby. Please."

"Yes," I whisper, but it sounds like begging.

He was beseeching, and I was in need.

He growls and almost runs up the stairs and through an open door, leading us to a master bedroom.

I'm way too horny to notice the interior. It has a bed, so it's good enough.

He puts me back to my feet and I get to work. I quickly discard his t-shirt and enjoy his torso. He has a clean, possibly shaved, muscular chest and broad shoulders. Sporting an eight pack, it was obvious that he is a working-out kind of guy. His triceps and biceps were well formed. He has a strip of hair leading to what I hoped would be a big cock, otherwise disappointment for the human race.

I couldn't see the rest to make sure, though, because of his jeans and I was determined to take them off.

I run my fingers over his torso, his muscles flexing and rock solid. With a quick work of his belt and the button of his jeans I finally took them off, leaving my stranger only in his underwear.

Calvin Klein boxers.

Which he wears oh, my God so good!

And he fills them quite well.

My stranger smirks as he sees my eyes widening. The man I've been with couldn't compare with this one.

Deciding I can't take it anymore, I grab the Adonis's upper arms and push him on the bed. He lays down flat on his back and his body jumps a few times as it hit the mattress. I don't waste any time and quickly straddle his waist, pressing my center onto his erection. He groans and I lower my head to his neck, lavishing him with kisses and licks and moans.

Before I know it, he has my bra unclasped and removed from my breasts. His hands are caressing my back, sending shockwaves directly to my aching pussy. My stranger flips us over so that he is on top and that allows me to finally take his briefs off and see the beast hidden underneath.

If the guy was cocky, he definitely had a reason to be. His cock is huge. His dick was not only long, but also thick.

Squeezing his butt cheeks, I roll us over again and start making my way down to his dick, leaving a path of open-mouthed kisses along the way. I leave no area uncovered. His sternum, his chest, circling my tongue around his nipples, down his abs, and finally reaching his cock.

I take him in my hand, feeling the hard, yet soft texture of him and start moving up and down. He tosses his head back and starts breathing rapidly, his fists curling around the sheets. Leaning down I lick the pre-cup dripping out.

I open my mouth and take his head in between my lips, circling it with my tongue. I suck on it a little, my eyes trained on his face. I can see he was trying hard to watch me, but his eyes closed with each suck I applied.

I open my mouth further, trying to take more of him in. I let my tongue coax him as best as it could, before I went further down. I always hate when I get to set the rhythm, especially when I go down to a guy for the first time. I never know exactly what they want.

I tap him on the hip and his eyes find mine again. I wink and open my mouth as far as it could go, stopping my movement and hopefully making my intentions clear.

"Oh, fuck!" he moans and starts moving his hips slowly up and down, at first, but increasing the speed with each thrust.

There was something incredibly erotic about letting someone fuck your mouth. Women who were against it either had bad history of doing it, or never did it in the first place.

Having a grip on someone's balls and watching him fall apart from your mouth only was sexy as hell.

He stops moving inside of me and I raise an eyebrow at him. He shakes his head and caresses my face, gently tugging on my chin and asking me to let go.

As soon as I longer had him in my mouth, he grabbed my face and brought it to his, pressing his mouth to mine, seeking my tongue with his.

He moves his hands to my hips and grabs the hem of my panties taking them off my body.

"Baby, I want to taste you so much, so goddamn much, but I can't wait any longer I have to be inside you," he whispers in between kisses.

"Condom?" I ask.

"Top drawer," he murmurs and I reach out to the drawer taking the silver foil. Opening the little package with my teeth, careful not to damage the condom inside I took it out.

"Mind if I put it on you?" I ask.

"Fuck, I insist!" he growls.

Pinching the end of the condom with my thumb and forefinger I slide it down his shaft and stroke him a few times.

"Ready?" I ask, putting the head at my entrance.

"Really, you're going to ride me?" he asks rising an eyebrow.

"Oh hell yeah," I say and ease myself down slowly taking all of him in me.

I stop any movement for a few moments and he doesn't move either. He fills me completely and stretches me beyond believe. It isn't painful, just a bit uncomfortable. After a few moments he starts to move slowly and I follow him, slowly at first, but increasing the speed more and more with each thrust.

It was so good. I was so lost into sensation, felling so alive.

I put my hands on his chest for leverage and he puts his hands on my back pulling me down to him and kissing me. His tongue traced my lower lip and enters my mouth. My heart is beating fast, sweat coming from every gland; my pupils are dilated as if I were high on drugs. The ecstasy I feel was over-whelming. I could feel the orgasm coming and I was sure my stranger felt it too.

"Come on baby, come for me. Come all over me," my stranger moans and I explode, every nerve in my body feeling like I was set on fire. I toss my head back and let myself feel; and the feeling is so amazing. For this moment I forget about the lost promotion and for Riley's infidelity. I hear my stranger moaning and repeating "baby" over and over again as he reached his own climax.

I fall on his chest spent, trying to catch my breath. He kisses my hair and puts one of his hands underneath my chin, lifting it to face him. His post-orgasmic bliss makes him look even better if possible.

He kisses my nose and then my lips, a soft, loving kiss. A kiss so sweet I almost melted.

"Stay over the night," he says.

"I don't think so buddy, though I had a great time," I answer and lift myself off him, missing him inside me the moment I did it.

I climb out of the bed and put my panties and bra on. I saw him with my peripheral vision, leaving the bed and going to the joined bathroom, tossing the condom as I assume. He comes back and makes his way to me circling my waist and kissing me on the lips briefly.

"Sorry I ripped your dress. I was lost in the moment," he murmurs in my ear.

Fuck, my dress! How am I supposed to get home now? In my underwear?

Am I seriously considering this?

"I'll give you a T-shirt of mine and jeans. They'll be too big for you, but nothing a belt can't handle," he says and lets go of me, making his way to the closet and pulling a black T-shirt and jeans from there. He opens a drawer and takes out an Armani belt.

"Here you go."

He gives them to me and I quickly put them on. He watches every move I make, still as naked as the day he was born.

"Thanks, I'll send them back to you tomorrow," I tell him and kiss his cheek, grabbing my shoes and putting them on.

Five inch heels and a T-shirt?

Twiggy, I am not.

"I was kind of hoping you'll bring them back personally," he says scratching the back of his head.

I smirk. "So I'll send them tomorrow. Bye, stranger," I wink and open the bedroom door.

"Wait, can I at least know your name?" he asks.

I turned around to look at my hunky stranger and meet his piercing green eyes.

"If we ever meet again," I say and leave the room I had the best sex of my life in.

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