A/N: I do not own Twilight – just these crazy versions of Stephenie Meyer's characters that won't leave me alone!

The idea for this story came to me last night while I was laying in bed, trying to get to sleep. I figured getting it on paper was probably a good way to get it out of my head. Please leave me a review and let me know if you think it's worth continuing!

I can't guarantee how often I'll update – I never wanted to have two stories on the go at once, but 'Jasper's Story' is still up and running – do me favour and check it out! I'll aim for once a week, but please don't hold me to that!

Happy reading!


"No way. No fucking way! I am not going to work for that pretty-boy man-whore!" I yelled in a rage at my EA over the intercom.

Not ten seconds later she came bursting through my door.

"Don't you ever knock?" I grumbled.

"Sit your ass down and listen," she said tersely, hands on hips.

That's the problem with your best friend being your EA – you get the attitude, I thought.

I sat in my leather chair and raised an eyebrow. "I'm waiting."

"You've been wanting to put this firm 'on the map' for the last two years, ever since you opened it. You get offered the contract to be the personal security officer for one of the biggest names in Tinseltown right now, and you're going to turn it down? Imagine what it could do for you - and for us! And they asked for you – not the firm, but you specifically! Are you fucking crazy?" she demanded

I opened my mouth to yell back and then closed it again. She had a point. And she knew it. The smirk on her face told me so.

"Fuck it Alice! Have you seen him? That fucking smirk, the playboy attitude? He's got women lining up outside whichever hotel he happens to be staying in, just waiting for him to come out so they can flash their boobs at him, hoping they'll be the next fuck buddy. And the drug rumours? That's not exactly the type of person I want associated with this firm, no matter how good the money is, or the kind of exposure it would get for us." I blew out a frustrated breath. "Organise a meeting with Mike and Angela for Monday morning – I want to see what they think about this. I'm going to take off, clear my head," I finished, standing up stretching.

"Bella," Alice said. She never used the shortened version of my name in the office. "I know you have some kind of history with this guy…"

I cut her off. "I do. And it's no-one's business but mine. End of story. See you Monday." I was rude, and I knew it.

Alice might be the best EA in the world as well as being my best friend, but sometimes she just doesn't know when to stop with the questions. Funny, that's the reason I hired her, I thought ironically as I waited for the elevator.

The ride to the basement parking lot was quick – straight from my offices on the seventh floor down. I unlocked the door to my black Jeep with the remote from ten paces away and immediately regretted it when the tall, russet-skinned man stepped from behind a pole.

"Isabella!" he called.

"Fuck off, Jacob," I spat back, pushing my way past him. He was close to a foot taller than I was, but an hour a day in the gym had made me strong for my size.

"Isabella, please! Listen to me!" There was nothing more pathetic than one of Hollywood's finest young actors begging.

I stopped and turned to face him, sliding my jacket to the side to show him I was armed. "Jacob, for the four hundred and ninety second time! I was hired to be your security officer while you promoted your last film...SIX MONTHS AGO! It was a job, I was paid, we're not friends and I don't want to be anything more!"

He hung his head and I instantly felt bad. I was a ball-busting bitch when I was working, but that didn't mean I was heartless as well. I took a step towards him and placed my hand on his massive forearm.

"Jacob, I'm sorry," I said sincerely.

My next words were cut short when his hand flew through the air and slapped me across the face. Reacting on instinct, I drove my left knee hard into his groin, elbowing him in the back of the head as he fell. I threw myself into the driver's seat of the Jeep, locking the doors and pulling my cell phone from my pocket.

"Swan Security, Alice speaking."

"Alice, its Bella. Call building security – Jacob Black is on the ground in the parking lot, cradling his goolies. Tell them I want to press assault charges and have an AVO taken out, banning him from here and my home," I barked down the phone.

"Bella, are you ok? What did he do?" Alice cried.

"I'm fine, and there'll be video evidence that I acted in self defence. But you'd better call Rosalie just in case," I replied.

"Crisis meeting at your place, seven o'clock?" she joked. Normally it would work and make me relax. Today? Not so much.

"Not fucking funny. I can't afford to get sued again. Call Rose, it's her turn to bring dinner. You bring the wine, I've already got the ice cream. See you then." I snapped my phone shut and reversed out of my space, making sure I didn't accidentally run over Jacob on my way.

What a great fucking start to the weekend.