Today is my twenty fourth birthday and what am I doing? Dancing the night away in some club with a hot guy? No. Leaving my friend's at a club to head home to be with my man? No. Try sitting in my apartment all alone.

I sat on the couch in the living room nervously staring at the phone that lay on the table across from me, as it silently mocked me. Taking a deep breath I picked the phone up with shaky hands, letting my hesitant fingers punch in the numbers that I came to know so well. This was my fourth attempt trying to make a successful call. Every time I heard someone answer I would lose my nerve and throw my phone down in embarrassment and shame.

I was determined to touch base this time. I gave myself a little pep talk as I could heard the phone begin to ring, knowing any second someone would pick up.

Many people do it.

It's not a big deal, just do it and get it over with.

My heart pounded in my chest as I heard the secretary answer.

"Escort services, how can I help you?"

Your probably wondering why a twenty four year old girl would need to call an escort service, I guess I should start from the beginning. My name is Bella Swan and I never been lucky with guys. I was a very shy girl growing up, hell, I'm still pretty shy. I liked to say I changed over the years, learned from my lessons but that would be a lie. You'll never meet anyone more closed off than me.

Growing up I was always the more mature girl in school, more mature than anyone else my age. I was what you would call a role model. The girl, who never got in trouble, always did what was told, well for the most part, I am human after all. I made good grades, teachers often used me as an example of what the other students should be aiming to become. Yup, I guess it's safe to say I was a teacher's pet.

There was just one area I failed in, boys. I was a strong willed girl, alright I was stubborn, I am not afraid to admit it. Some of the things girls did to catch a guy's attention were ridiculous and I had too much pride and self-respect to do them.

The other reason I unsuccessful with guys was that I was picky. I didn't want to date a guy I had no attraction to what so ever, what would be the point? There weren't many boys I found attractive and the ones I did find attractive were either already taken or uninterested.

Last, was of course my shyness, I didn't know how to open up to guys. It was just weird, guys were one species and girls were another. I didn't know how to relate.

Not to mention, now a days all that guys care about was getting into a girls pants. There were no genuine guys anymore. No one wanted a girlfriend, just a fuck buddy. At least that's what my friends told me according to their dating history.

That was the moment I knew I was screwed, if my friends who were out going and attractive couldn't get a man in the world of today, how was a shy inexperienced girl like me going to?

So, that's how I became the pathetic girl I am, calling an escort service, willing to pay a professional to act interested in me.

I paced the living room nervously as I waited for Mr. Cullen's arrival, Mr. Edward Cullen to be exact. Though I was forewarned he didn't like to be called that, too personal.

I started to feel dizzy from all my pacing. I took a seat on my couch trying to calm my anxiety, while silently going over everything Mr. Cullen's secretary informed me on about him before his arrival.

The Rules:

No first names.

No questions about his personal life.

No calls to his personal phone, work phone only.

Don't get attached.

I had to laugh at the last one. Thinking how desperate women must be to first pay for sex and then get attached to the person their paying. Though now I would be considered desperate like the rest.

Shit, I don't even know what this guy looks like.

What if I'm not even attracted to him?

That would be awkward.

I was deep in thought when there was a knock on the door. I jumped up from the couch in surprise.

That was quick.

I slowly made my way over taking a deep breath, trying to calm my nerves.

It's now or never.

I gripped the handle slowly turning it, before I bravely opened the door. Once I opened the door fully, I swear my mouth dropped to the ground. There standing on the other side was the most beautiful man I had ever seen. My breath caught in my chest. He was a tall, lightly tanned, well-built man with rich butterscotch eyes and dark brown hair with red tint. Not to mention he had the sexist smirk ever.

Clearly there must be some mistake; this can't be the escort could it?

He looks like a freaking model.

I started to feel out of place as I continued to look him over. I definitely wouldn't have a chance in hell with a guy like him in real life. Here I was this silly plain Jane girl next to a God.

After a few minutes passed he finally spoke.

"Hello, I'm Mr. Cullen, you must be Bella Swan?"

I gulped hard, suddenly feeling my nervousness come back, nodding in responses at a loss of words. After a moment of regrouping I spoke.

"Yeah, ah, come in."

I watched Mr. Cullen from behind as he walked in gracefully, looking around his surroundings. After getting a good look at him from all angles I understood how girls could grow attached to him. He was irresistible, his physical appearance anyways.

Suddenly I noticed his gaze was upon me, obviously checking my appearance.

I hoped he's not disappointed.

What am I talking about?

This is what he gets paid for, to have sex with unattractive women.

"So, did my secretary go over my requirements/rules?" He asked ready to get down to business.

"Yes." I answered feeling a little uncomfortable.

"Good, now, I charge a thousand for sex, for anything special the cost is more."

Curious, I questioned him.


Mr. Cullen rolled his eyes annoyed.

"Talking, cuddling etc…"

I stood there taken back by his sudden annoyance. Wondering why something so simple like talking would bug him, than again he probably had a lot of girls who wanted to explain their reasons for needing an escort, wanting to defend their desperation and then there were probably a couple that just wanted to tell him about themselves thinking he was interested, which I guess wasn't the case, this was a job for him after all.

"That won't be a problem." I said easing him.

Mr. Cullen smirked widely.

"Good, this should go smoothly then."

I found myself tensing up as he started to walk seductively over to me. I wanted to laugh, I'm not sure if it was out of nervousness or just finding the scene in front of me humorous. It wasn't that he didn't look attractive the way he was walking over; I think it just felt so unreal for me to be the current situation I was in. I had to bite my lower lip to keep the chuckles at bay as Mr. Cullen came closer, looking like a predator ready to pounce on his prey.

"Now, tell me, what do you want?" He asked in a rough voice.

Man, when he goes out, he goes all out.

"Ah?" I responded feeling my cheeks heat up with color.

Nervousness, I definitely wanted to laugh out of nervousness.

Though now I just feel like fainting.

"Maybe this was a mistake." I said starting to have second thoughts.

Mr. Cullen broke out of character looking me over in utter shock. I'm sure it wasn't often he got turned down, I mean he was fine.

"Come on, we're both adults here." He voiced playfully.

When he didn't get a response he tensed up.

"You are older than twenty one correct?"

"What, yeah, I'm twenty four." I quickly answered.

Mr. Cullen grinned at this switching back to his role play.

"See, no worries, just tell me what you want and I'll try to make it happen," he said smoothly.

I thought for a minute wondering how I should word what I wanted to say.

Do I tell him my long boring story?

No, he doesn't want to hear my story.

He just wants to know what I want so he can get it over with, take the money and go.

God I'm so pathetic, why did I agree to this?

What was I thinking calling an escort service?

Well, I might as well tell him want I wanted; it's what the hell he's here for.

However, before I could respond Mr. Cullen interrupted.

"Oh and I should also mention there are certain things I don't do."


I waited patiently for him to explain.

"I don't do any rough/freaky shit like, biting; scratching and I do not want it in return. Also, no toys, no oral, giving or receiving, oh and no kissing."

I looked up at Mr. Cullen shocked at his last request.

"Oh, this was a bad idea," I said feeling awkward.

Mr. Cullen looked me over confused as I handed him some money to get home.

"I'm sorry for your troubles getting here, but I won't be needing your services."

He looked at the money in his hand dumbfounded.

"I don't understand."

I blushed as I started to explain.

"Well, you see, I ah, just wanted a kiss."

Mr. Cullen eyed me strangely.

"A kiss?"

"Yeah, but since your services don't provide that..."

He stood there with his mouth partly opened.

"You called an escort service for kissing?"

"Yeah?" I said feeling stupid.

Great, now he probably thinks I'm a loser.

Who am I kidding I am a loser.

What twenty four year old has never been kissed?

Mr. Cullen gave me a questioning look telling me he wanted further details. I went on explaining.

"You see, I've never really been kissed, much less had a boyfriend. I just wanted to know what it was like." I confessed.

He flinched, sighing through closed eyes.

"Okay, I'll do it."

I suddenly lit up, surprised he agreed.

"But no tongue, and only for a couple of minutes." He lectured.

I quickly nodded my head in agreement.

I get to kiss a hot ass guy, how many girls can say that?

Not many.

"Where do you want to do this, here or in the bedroom?"

I stiffen at his question, feeling the weirdness of the situation coming back.


Mr. Cullen chuckled patting a seat next to him on the couch.

I bit my lip sitting down as he turned towards me and began to instruct.

"Relax and close your eyes."

I reluctantly did, only moments later to feel lips on mine. I gasped backing away, surprised at his speed, thinking he was going to go slow, warn me before he pressed his lips against mine so I would be ready.

Mr. Cullen pulled back noticing my response or lack thereof.

"You know for someone who wants to kiss, you sure don't act like it." He snapped, getting frustrated.

Great, now he's annoyed with me.

Great job Bella, annoy the hot guy.

I blushed feeling awkward.

"Sorry, this is new to me."

He shook his head in understanding.

"Just do what I do."

I nodded in response only to feel his lips on mine again. I instantly closed my eyes trying to relax into the kiss.

I soon found myself kissing back, moving my lips against his. I balled up my hands in my lap not sure what to do with them. I mean, I had a pretty good idea where they went but I didn't have the guts to move them. I felt Mr. Cullen sigh through the kiss.

Oh god, he's already bored.

I flinched feeling him take my hands in his. However, I soon relaxed as Mr. Cullen placed them around his neck. I smiled against the kiss as I felt his go to my waist, liking the feeling it gave me.

Feeling ballsy I got on my knees moving over to Mr. Cullen, taking him off guard as I straddle his lap, before deepening the kiss.

My hands travelled from his neck to his wild hair, loving the feel of it in my hands. I moaned in the kiss, tugging on his loose strands, not really knowing if Mr. Cullen was enjoying it or not, though not really caring either. I couldn't help but feel a rush of excitement run through me as I felt him tighten his grip on my waist, bringing me closer.

I must be doing something right.

Before I knew what I was doing I found myself backing away from his lips, letting my tongue come out and trace his soft mouth. I knew I went too far when I felt Mr. Cullen freeze in his spot. I watched as he quickly pulled away from my mouth.

"What did I say?" He complained, making me feel small.

"Sorry, I got caught in the moment."

Mr. Cullen rolled his eyes annoyed.

"Time's up."

I awkwardly got off his lap, taking my spot back on the couch as I heard him began to count the money. I sat there feeling sick to my stomach, feeling rejected all over again.

"Nice doing business with you. You know the number if you require my services again."

I nodded my head yes, as Mr. Cullen headed for the door.

"Oh and Miss. Swan, next time you do the tongue thing this ends, understand?"

I stared at the ground feeling unattractive.


"Don't be embarrassed, you're not the first to make that mistake and probably won't be the last," he stated rolling his eyes.

I let out a sigh as he left.

Never again, it's just too embarrassing and awkward.

He is one hell of a kisser though.