A/N: This is my first time writing anything like this. I have been reading stories for over a year now and finally decided to try my hand at it, so please take it easy on me. If it's awful let me know so I can stop from embarrassing myself even more. I hope you enjoy.

I do not own anything Twilight.

Chapter 1

It was a typical night out with the guys as we headed to a bar to throw back some beers. However tonight, Emmett decided to change it up as we went to Eclipse, a local strip club. I don't know why he keeps trying to pull this shit with me; he knows it's not my scene. Yet here I sit as some girl tries rubbing up against me. I mumble something unintelligible to her as I stand up and find the restroom. It's nights like these that I find myself making friends with the bouncers as I try to avoid the scantily clad women looking for their next sugar daddy. I am a man don't get me wrong, but there is just something that is totally unappealing about women that strip off their clothes for money, have a little self respect please.

I stood talking with Jared, one of the bouncers, about some of the crazy shit that he has seen gone down here. Something about the bartender was banging one of the girls when some customer comes in… I lost track. I look at my Rolex and notice it's a little after midnight, figuring it's an acceptable time as any, I make my way back towards Emmett and Jasper to tell them I'm heading out. I turn to leave when I bump into one of the aforementioned scantily clad women. I mumble an apology as I grab her arm to steady her. A shock flows through my body like I have never felt before. I turn my eyes up and am lost in a set of chocolate eyes. I take a step back and look at her face. I recognize her immediately. "I know you," I stated. She quirks an eyebrow as she adjusts her clothing.

"I'm sorry I can't say the same about you." I nod thinking we have never actually spoken before.

"You're in a couple of my classes at UW."

She stares at me blankly. "Sorry I don't recognize you. Can I help you with something? If not I should get back to work." She turns to leave but I grab her arm before she can get away from me.

"Why are working here? You're better than this." Insert foot now. I never was very good with social interactions.

I see irritation flare in her eyes before she removes her arm from my grasp. "You don't know anything about me. And since you wouldn't know, school is expensive for those of us who weren't born with a silver spoon in their mouth," she says eyeing my expensive clothing.

I shrug my shoulders. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to offend you. And I do know how much school costs. But you are right; I was born with a silver spoon, although it may have been gold… either way, I'm not unaware of what things cost. I just hate to see someone like you working in a place like this when I know you are capable of working somewhere far better than this-" At this she places her hand over my mouth.

She glares at me lightly, "How would you know what I'm capable of, and what do you mean: 'someone like you.' Are you stalking me?"

"What? Absolutely not! I just… I see you at school, and if you're going there you are obviously too good for a place where you're selling your body-"

"Just stop. I don't know who you think you are coming in here telling me that I'm too good for this place. You don't know me. And for your information I work here because it pays way better than working some other college job. And I am not 'selling' my body. I make sure all the right places are covered and that men keep their filthy hands off. So why don't you take your trust fund and get the fuck out of my way. I'm working."

I see her retreating form and my mind yells at me to stop her. To save her from this. "Wait! Please, I'm sorry. I don't mean to insult you. If you haven't noticed, I am a little socially inept. But I was wondering if you would take a position working for me at my-" Smack! What the hell was that?

I grab my cheek and look into the blazing eyes of Strip Girl. "What do you think I am? I am not some call girl. I don't sell myself out to assholes like you. I would never do something that low." She was seething now, her hands shaking at her sides.

How the hell did this happen? I was just offering a job and she thinks I am trying to purchase sexual favors from her? "Wait slow down. I never said anything about buying you. I was simply offering you a job cleaning my house and cooking occasionally. Nothing sexual whatsoever. I would never in a million years ever hire someone like that. My housekeeper just left, so I'm in the market. You could get out of this shit hole and if you need I can provide housing as I did for my previous employee," I stammered quickly.

She seemed to relax a little at my words but was still looking apprehensively at me. "Um… well, that's uh, good to know. But I don't know anything about you, and for you to offer me a job just like that is a little strange. I don't know anything about you. You could be the next Ted Bundy for all I know."

"I'm sorry. I know I am going about this all in the wrong manner. I can assure you that I am your average guy, except for the socially awkward part. Here, I'll give you my information and you can come by tomorrow or sometime this week and check it out first if you would like. I promise I can offer you better pay, and I'm sure it will be far less hours on your part," I said grabbing a napkin and writing my information on it before handing it to her. "I'm Edward Cullen, by the way. I hope to hear from you soon." With that I walked past her heading out to my Volvo and climbed in, ready to go home

I get home thirty minutes later and am immediately consumed with guilt. Great, now when I see her in class it is going to be awkward. I knew she wasn't going to call me after all the shit that just went down. Again my social skills strike again, leaving me unintentionally insulting someone and offering a complete stranger a position to come and move in with me. What was I thinking? I wish I had her number so I could apologize again. I feel like that's all I ever do anymore is apologize to everyone around me. I thought back over the conversation I had with Strip Girl and cringe. I don't even know her name for Christ's sake. What is wrong with me?

I close the garage door and unlock the door leading to the house. Home sweet home. Strip Girl had it right when she alluded to the fact that I come from money. This house is a testament to that. The foyer alone is the size of a dorm room. This house is much too big for a college student, however I don't plan on going anywhere anytime soon, so why not be comfortable. There are three bedrooms total: one being the master bedroom, a guestroom, and one that I allow my housekeeper to stay in, each having their own en suite bathroom. Plus there's the library, study, piano room, game room, living room, kitchen, etc. I don't try to flaunt my wealth, but I may perhaps come off that way sometimes. My house is the one place I can be me without there being any inhibitions. It is also the place I spend most of time, so I shouldn't I be comfortable?

I climb the stairs trying to avoid the feelings of loneliness that are trying to consume my thoughts once again. That's the whole reason for the night out with the guys tonight, and here I am worse off then when I left earlier. Emmett and Jasper were great, but I know most of the time they only spend time with me out of obligation. Emmett is my older brother, but I feel like I fit that bill more so than he does. He's the fun loving, carefree, life of the party whereas I'm the uptight, straight-laced, socially awkward pariah. Jasper is able to bring us together with his mellow attitude and relaxed demeanor. Before him, it was rare when Em I would hang out. Jasper is our sister Alice's fiancé. At first the friendship was forced on us by the little sprite, but eventually we all formed a bond, more so Em and Jasper though. I wish I could offer more, but I know that will probably never happen.

Alice is my lifeline. She's my twin sister and I absolutely adore her. It's because of her that I wear nice clothes and that my house is decorated. When we were younger we used to be attached at the hip. We grew apart over time, but when we are together we can pick right back up where we left off. I don't really know what happened to make me like this, but there is no use fighting it. I've gone to countless shrinks trying to figure it out, but they can't find anything wrong. I've come to accept it, so now all I can do is hope that I don't scare off the only people that matter most to me.

Because of this social awkwardness (SA for sort) I haven't had any luck in the area of relationships. Most women think I'm just a dick because I can't filter my thoughts most of the time. Let's just say women don't take it lightly when I inadvertently call them dumb because they lack any common brain functionality or that they look like a clown because they wear so much makeup that I can't tell what color their skin is actually suppose to because they have on so much foundation on their face you would think they are hiding a hideous deformity or something. Like I said, women and I don't really connect.

I open the door to my room and start stripping off my clothes, leaving a trail in my wake. I take a look around my room noticing the unusual disarray it has fallen into. Ever since Maria left, things have fallen to shit around here. I guess one thing remains normal about me; I am messy and need a woman to clean up after me. I hired Maria when I first bought the house three years ago and was sad to see her go. She was like the grandmother I never had. Alice loved her too. But her son got sick and she decided to move closer to him, so I reluctantly said goodbye.

I took a nice, long, hot shower before throwing a pair of boxers on and collapsing onto my bed. I hope Strip Girl calls tomorrow… I'm sick of eating pop tarts for breakfast in the morning. I doubt she will though, I don't really come off as charming. I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep.

Chocolate eyes staring at me, begging me to help is the last thing I remember when I open my eyes to the sun glaring down on me. Note to self: remember to tell Alice I need new curtains that actually keep the light out. I crack one eye open and look at the clock. Groaning into the pillow, I will myself to get up and start the day, as it is already almost noon. I head down to the kitchen and make some coffee and a bagel to eat as well. I scan through the paper barely paying attention to what I'm reading. After I'm finished with my poor excuse for a breakfast, I throw some clothes on and decide to clean up that residue from the past two weeks strewn about the house.

I really need to find a new housekeeper; who knew cleaning could be so exhausting. As I'm scrubbing the kitchen counter with my yellow rubber gloves I hear the doorbell ring. Not expecting any visitors today I make my way to the door and swiftly open it. Standing before me in comfortable looking jeans and a t-shirt is Strip Girl. My mouth may have opened as I stood gaping at her wondering what she was doing here.

"Are you going to invite me in, or are you going to conduct this interview in the doorway?" she said with her eyebrow perfectly raised.

"Oh, right. Sorry. I just wasn't expecting you to actually turn up. Please come in." I opened the door a little more as she stepped in eyeing the place up. "You caught me by surprise I must admit. I was just doing a little cleaning, as I have been out of a housekeeper for the past two weeks." My hand automatically starts reaching for my hair when I realize I am still wearing the hideous rubber gloves. I quickly strip them off as I make my ways towards the kitchen with Strip Girl following at my heels.

"Sorry, I should have called first. To tell you the truth, I was trying to scope out the place first making sure that you weren't some crazy asshole trying to lure me to their place. I can come back at another time if you would like."

I smiled a little at her admission, "not at all. That's probably a good idea. It wasn't under the best of circumstances that we met necessarily. Again I am truly sorry if I offended you at all last night. Can I get you something to drink?"

"No thank you. And there's nothing to apologize for, I may have over reacted slightly." At this she started fidgeting with her fingers as she drew her bottom lip into her mouth and looked away.

"Alright then, first thing first: what's your name?"

She turned back to face me with a shy smile on her face, "Bella, Bella Swan."

I smiled back, "Well Bella, if you choose to accept the position your duties would include keeping the house clean. That may seem daunting by the size of the place, however most rooms are hardly ever used so it's just dusting and vacuuming those when need. Besides cleaning, there's the cooking and grocery shopping. I don't expect you to make every meal, in fact one meal a day is fine. Either breakfast or dinner as I'm usually not here for lunch as I assume you wouldn't be either with classes. Aside from those two things you are free to come and go as you please, that is if you choose to live here. I can show you the room you would be staying in. All the rooms would be open for you to use except my bedroom of course. Although I don't know what you would do in there anyway. If you do decide to live here, you are free to have friends over whenever you please. I would ask that you not have any parties or anything of the sort, I don't like obnoxiously loud things. But you can watch TV or listen to music by all means, just no huge get-togethers I guess is what I'm saying… sorry I'm rambling now. Any questions?"

She looked at me blankly for a few seconds before a smile spread across her lips. "Can I see the room?"

We stood and I gave her a tour of the house pointing out where certain things were located, she seemed particularly interested in the large library. I showed her the room she would be staying in explaining she could decorate however she liked while staying here. "You would have no expenses staying here such as rent or food. If you don't have a car you can use the one I purchased for Maria so you can run any errands I would ask of you such as picking up dry cleaning. You can of course use it for personal use as well. If you're going to be gone for a couple days, please let me know so that I'm not worried about you being abducted or anything like that. Is there anything else you can think of that I may have missed?"

"Um, I don't think you ever mentioned how much I would be making…" she said.

"Oh that's right, sorry. I'm sure that's what your most interested in. I pay six hundred a week. Does that sound reasonable?"

Her eyes bulged out of her head at the amount, "Are you serious?"

"Um, if it's not enough we can talk about raising it," I stammered.

"No that's not it, I just wasn't expecting that much that's all. It's fine. So uh, when can I move in?"

I laughed nervously as I ran my fingers through my hair. We arranged for her to move in the following day. I offered to hire a moving company if she needed one, but she insisted she would be fine. After I walked her to her car, I returned to my cleaning figuring she shouldn't have to start with the huge mess I made.

A couple hours later I finished up and hopped in the shower. I retired to the lounge and phoned Alice asking her to stop by tomorrow night after Bella was settled so they could talk abut how Bella wanted to decorate the room. Also I needed Alice to get measurements for new curtains in my room. Not wanting to stomach my own cooking, I ordered Chinese from my favorite little restaurant down the street. It arrived forty-five minutes later. I relaxed on the sofa eating and watching my new favorite show Bones. After I was done eating I turned the TV off and cleaned up, heading to the piano.

I have been playing the piano since I was five years old, and am still playing seventeen years later. I haven't had too much time to play lately with my busy class schedule. I sit down and stroke the keys adoringly. I start playing the song I wrote for my mother and morph it into Claire de Lune. Before I know it, I have started composing a new song that has been bouncing around in my head all morning long. It's the makings of a lullaby I realize. That's odd, I don't know any babies. I close the lid and make my way to my bedroom. I climb into bed and close my eyes thinking off the soft melody playing in my mind.

My alarm wakes me from my slumber and I blindingly reach my arm out to hit the snooze. Just as unconsciousness is about to claim me once again, my cell phone rings. I mumble a couple choice words into the pillow as I stretch my arm out to grab my phone. "-llo," I manage.

"Hello? Edward? It's Bella. I didn't wake you, did I?"

At this I raise my head a little more, "No, I was waking up anyway. What can I do for you?"

"I know we said nine o'clock, but would you mind if I came now? I need to get out of my apartment as soon as possible. Is that ok?"

"Yes, of course that's fine. Is everything ok? Do you need me to come?"

"No, everything is under control. But could you perhaps come let me in? My arms are full of stuff."

"Oh, you're here already? I'll be right now." I jump out of bed and race down the stairs to open the door. I made it just in time to catch a box that was about to fall.

"Thanks," Bella murmured. I look up at her face and my stomach dropped. The left side of her face is swollen and rapidly turning black and blue with tear streaks running down her cheeks.

"Bella?" She looks up at me, embarrassment written all over her distorted looking face. "What happened to you? Did you call the police?" I helped her empty her arms of her belongings and lead her to the sofa.

"No, it's nothing. Just a misunderstanding. I should get this stuff up to my room." She starts to stand, but I push her back down; she doesn't try to stop me.

"We can get that later. Just sit here and I am going to go get some ice." I rush into the kitchen, grab a thing of ice and a towel for Bella, and go back to the living room. When I get back she's sprawled across the couch fast asleep. I gently place the ice on her face. She stirred slightly but remained asleep. I sat looking at the broken woman lying before me, wondering what could have possibly happened.

A/N: Please review.