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This outtake/chapter happens right after Bella and Edward met. The story will go on from there and progress after the end of the first chapter that I originally posted. These future chapters will give you an insight into their lives as their love evolved and what happened while they were apart.

I don't have a posting schedule yet since I am donating a few stories to some causes, but I will continue this story, so please stay with me.

For now, I leave you with this. Enjoy! ;)

Disclaimer: Stephenie Meyer created these characters; I just bruised them up with some angst.

Chapter Two: An Unattainable Dream

Isabella Swan∞

I lit up my cigarette and puffed the smoke out, inhaling its toxic scent and savoring it on my tongue. I smiled as I thought about Edward, the mysterious new customer that visited me earlier in the week, and looked at Alice. "He's the best fucking lay I've ever had, hands down."

Alice laughed hard, shaking her head. "You're probably just saying that because he has a big dick."

"Um, no; he doesn't. He's just like an average Joe, maybe six inches?" I mused to myself. "I've had bigger cocks, and bigger isn't always better. If they know how to work it, it's a bonus, but if not, it's a shame."

"Yeah, that's true," Alice conceded. "So what was different about the short-dicked man?"

I sighed and closed my eyes. "His touch, his reverence, his innocence… oh, God, his need to just be with me. It was as if he had waited all his life for me." I opened my eyes and then added, "Of course, that can't be possible. How could someone like me be destined for him?"

Alice looked at me and smiled gently. "Did he last long before he came?" she asked, mildly changing the subject about what we did for a living.

I took a drag from my smoke before saying, "Yeah, he did. I was surprised, especially because he said that it was his first time."

"Maybe he's jacked off so much in the past that he could withhold his orgasm that long. I mean, how old did you say he was? Twenty-one? Who waits that long to have sex?" she asked, incredulously.

I looked down at the table. "He said something weird, something about girls not being interested in him."

"Really? Well, what did he tell you?" Alice inquired.

"I seriously don't know whether to tell you or not," I said, putting out my cigarette. I knew Alice would tease me when I told her about Edward's "special power", and when I admitted that I actually believed him, so I hesitated briefly. "I mean, if I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh."

"Why would I laugh, Bella? It's not like he has an extra nipple, does he? Oh, God, please tell me he doesn't," she begged.

I chuckled and said, "No, no extra nipple with him. He has, like, a special mind-reading power…"

Alice's face lit up at this. "Did he read your thoughts? Was he able to see how you were planning to fuck him?"

I shook my head. "No, he said that he could hear everyone's thoughts, except mine, and that it bothered him. He seemed very anxious about that… he looked upset."

"And you really believed him, didn't you? God, Bella, you're so naïve," Alice retorted.

"I'm not naïve, Alice, but I know there is something about him that is just," I paused as I sighed. "There's just something wrong. He's very troubled."

Alice sighed and shook her head. "God, you got it bad for super-power boy."

I couldn't deny it, either to her, or to myself. Edward had gotten under my skin, and that was not a good thing. In the two years I had worked at the brothel, Edward had been the first man to stir something in me, to affect me. I knew I was making a mistake the moment I allowed him to enter my room, but I couldn't stop it.

"Yeah, well it doesn't matter; he hasn't gone back to the brothel since then," I added.

"And that's a good thing. You don't want to fall in love with one of the customers, Bella." Alice said, shaking her head. "I can just imagine the shit that would go down if Phil found out. Jane would have a field day with you again."

I shivered at that thought. I did not want to be punished by Jane ever again. I would rather die than have her hands on me, or worse, have the hands of another man doing unthinkable things to me while she watched.

"Edward won't go back to the brothel, Alice, so we don't have to worry about any future drama."


Two weeks later, Edward still hadn't gone back to the brothel and it was driving me crazy. Every time I went to answer the door to a customer, my hope was crushed when it was always someone else at the door. I knew it was stupid to believe that he'd want to see me again, but our encounter had been special, meaningful even, and if I were he, I'd want to repeat it again.

I convinced myself that maybe he couldn't afford my services and that was the reason why he never came back. I wanted to believe this with all my heart. I need to believe it and couldn't have it any other way.

So I decided to look for him, after all if Muhammad does not go to the mountain, the mountain will go to Muhammad, right?

I went looking for him at Goodwill, his work place, to find out if my theory was right. I had everything planned, if things worked out according to plan. Alice, as my accomplice, joined me in the quest to lure him.

Alice was not being very cooperative, though. I knew she was giving me a hard time since she thought it was a bad idea and she'd tried to convince me that I was just looking for trouble, but I couldn't be stopped.

Not now that we were at Goodwill and very close to Edward.

"I can't believe I'm doing this, Bella," Alice grumbled, as we walked into the store. "I do not need to buy any second-hand clothes… or things. God knows who's had them before."

"Oh, shush, Alice," I retorted. "You have second-hand cocks everyday and I don't hear you complaining."

She scoffed, "Well, that's because I get paid to fuck such second-hand cocks, thank-you-very-much. I get paid, Bella; I don't pay."

I rolled my eyes at her. "Alice, just help me out here, please."

"Fine," she huffed, "but I'm not trying on any clothes. Just look for him and once you find him, let's get out of here."

"Thank you," I said, before placing a big kiss on her cheek.

"Eww, Bella," she said, playfully, rubbing her cheek. "Fucking gross."

"You love my kisses, so what the fuck are you complaining about?" I teased back.

She grinned and looked around the store. "Okay, so do you see him around somewhere? He might not even be working today."

I frowned at that possibility. I had not thought about that before and I would be very disappointed if he wasn't there. I didn't have to worry much about that, though, because soon enough I spotted Edward in the back. He was wearing a white, v-neck t-shirt and black jeans, and looked concentrated rearranging books and putting them on their proper shelves.

I exhaled and smiled. "He's right there, Alice; in the back by the book section."

"That's him? He looks so disheveled," she complained.

"That's the appeal to him, don't you think? I feel like I just have to take care of him…" I trailed off.

"Well, aren't you being over-protective, Mother Teresa?" Alice quipped.

I narrowed my eyes at her. "I thought you were here to help me, not mock me."

"I'm not mocking you; I'm just having fun. What's so wrong with that?" she giggled.

Fuck you, I wanted to say but held my tongue. If I told her off she wouldn't help me with the next part of my plan, and that was not an option. "Whatever, let's just go talk to him, okay?"

"Okay," she shrugged. "Let's go find your protégé."

I snorted. My protégé, as if I could protect Edward from anything. I remained silent as we walked toward the back, watching Edward as he worked, with a smile plastered across my face. I felt like one of those teenyboppers, fangirling over their celebrity crush.

Gosh, I could be such a girl sometimes…

"So, how are you going to approach him?" Alice asked.

"That's easy, Ali. I'm just going to ask him for a book," I replied. "Once I start talking to him the rest is a piece of cake."

"That's if he says yes, Bella."

I rolled my eyes and raised my brow at her. "He's gonna say yes, Alice. Just watch."

We were almost at the book section when Alice gasped and stopped. "Oh, my God, Bella, why didn't you tell me he was hot?" she croaked, turning to glare at me.

"I didn't think that was important," I replied, sincerely.

"No wonder you are all obsessed with him. Who needs a big cock when you have a face and body like that?"

"I thought you said he looked disheveled."

"Fuck that, Bella. Forget what I said. You need to hit that, A.S.A.P."

I chortled at her reaction. It was so Alice. That was a side of her that I loved the most; she was a true beauty and could seem intimidating to men at times, but when her tomboyish side came out, it was all fun.

"Okay, will do," I said, winking at her before I walked ahead and finally reached Edward. He was standing with his back to me, completely unaware that I was there, which made it easier for me to approach him.

"Um, excuse me?" I asked. "Could you help me find a book?"

I heard him chuckle before he turned around and smiled crookedly at me. "Hi, Bella," he said, simply.

"Hi," I waved and nervously tucked a strand of hair behind my ear. "How did you know it was me?"

"Your friend Alice has been replaying a conversation in her head for the last two minutes," he said, looking at her. "I knew you were here the minute you got here. Her thoughts are pretty loud."

I turned to glare at her since she was still behind me and then looked back at him. "Oh, really? What was she thinking?" I asked, with a bit of an edge in my tone.

He smiled and looked down, "I don't think you wanna know."

Alice huffed, obviously annoyed that she got caught thinking about something inappropriate. She stepped forward, crossing her arms in front of her chest and scoffed, "So, it is true. You can read minds. Wow."

Her sarcastic tone upset me so much, I imagined myself launching at her, pulling her hair, and maybe knocking out a couple of her teeth.

Too bad for Edward since he'd probably have to clean up the mess on aisle nine…

Edward completely ignored her rude remark and shifted his attention to me. "It's so good to see you, Bella. What brings you around here?"

I bit my lip and shrugged. "I thought you already knew that, with Alice's thoughts and all."

"No, I only heard her conversation with you, after that, I blocked everything else and moved on to someone else's inner musings." He looked over his shoulder and pointed to a man who was looking through some clothing racks. "See that man, over there? For the last thirty minutes, he's been trying to decide whether or not overalls would make him look fat. I was just about to walk over there and tell him that overalls don't go well with his body shape."

Alice and I cracked up at his joke as he smiled at me. I enjoyed discovering his carefree attitude since the only time I had seen him, he seemed aggressive and roughish, always on the defensive.

"Well, Alice and I actually came to invite you to a party we're having at our place tonight… would you like to go? I mean, if you don't have plans or anything."

"I'd love to," Edward replied. "What time is the party at?"

"What time are you off from work?" Alice asked.

"I'm off at five," he replied, looking at his watch, "which means I've still got an hour to go in this dump. Do you girls want to give me your address, and I'll catch you there?"

"No, that's fine; we'll wait for you," I replied, quickly.

"And what are we gonna do while we wait for him?" Alice asked me.

I looked around the store and then back at her. "We can go shopping! I'm pretty sure we can find something that we like."

"Uh, no, Bella, remember what I said about second-hand things? Totally not going to do that…" she trailed off.

"Relax, Ali, everything's gonna be fine. If we get any second-hand diseases we'll tell Phil that Dirty Yorkie wiped his boogers on our towels again."

Edward chuckled behind us, mumbling about second-hand cocks, as we turned and made way to the furniture section of the store.


I smiled as I tipped back my beer and looked at Edward; he was chuckling while listening intently to Alice. She was sharing a funny story of her time at the brothel and seemed at ease around him now, making me very happy. We had been back at our place for an hour after leaving Goodwill, and had just started to drink the Corona twelve-pack that Alice had bought.

"So, this guy's all freaking out, right?" Alice told Edward. "And I tried to relax him, cause that's part of my job, too, but he wouldn't listen to me! So, he starts crying, literally crying, and babbling about how embarrassed he is that he couldn't get it up."

"And what did you do?" he asked, guffawing.

"I told him to shut up, open his mouth and swallow the damn blue pill before his time was up!" Alice shrieked, laughing.

Edward took a drink of his beer and then said, seriously, "That must have been so embarrassing, Alice. I'm sorry you had to put up with that."

She shrugged. "Nah, it's okay, Ed. It's just one the 'perks' of our job."

I sighed. One of the perks of our job… I didn't want to think about that while being with Edward, but there was no avoiding it. I was a prostitute, and right now, I was making a huge mistake by blurring the lines between sanity and madness. I knew that no good could come out of this because I couldn't have Edward in my life like I wanted, and I wanted him as a boyfriend, as someone with whom I could share special moments, inconceivable dreams.

Edward Masen was my impossible … No, I couldn't think of that word.

Love was not something that a girl like me could think about, much less utter. If I ever told Edward that I loved him, it would be wrong.

Besides, it was too soon to feel something like that for him, right?

"Hey, where did you go, beautiful girl?" Edward asked, pulling me from my thoughts.

I looked up at him and smiled timidly. "I was just thinking about when Alice and I met, that's all," I lied.

"How long ago was that?" he asked.

"About two years ago," Alice replied. "Bella was just going to turn sixteen when she moved in with me."

I sighed as I remembered that. "Yeah, for almost two years Alice and I have been partners in crime."

Edward smiled and seemed to get lost in his head for a second. He then looked at Alice and nodded, raising his brows. "You two have been up to some crazy shit, haven't you?"

I chuckled and looked at both of them before addressing Edward. "Yeah, but we can't share all the details with you. Otherwise, we'd have to kill you."

"Kill me? It's that bad, huh?" Edward teased.

"Oh, super bad," Alice added, mischievously.

"Alrighty then, how about you just share some stories with me? Just the ones that you are comfortable with?" Edward asked Alice.

"I don't know if Bella would like me sharing her dirty little secrets with you. You might just use it against her."

He scoffed, "I don't know how you kissing Bella could be used against her."

I gasped. "How did you know that?" I shrieked.

Edward just smiled and tapped his forehead as he leaned back in his seat.

It was my turn to scoff. "Well, why do you want us to tell you about things that you can obviously read from Alice's mind?"

"I don't know, to make conversation, I guess." Edward shrugged.

Alice laughed. "Well, as much as I'd love to stay here and chat, I gotta get ready for work. Phil will kill me if I'm late." She stood from the table and looked over to Edward. "It was nice meeting you, Edward. Maybe I'll see you around sometime."

"Thanks, same here," he replied, tipping his beer.

We sat quiet at the table as we watched Alice make her way toward her room, but I broke the silence when it began to feel uncomfortable. I got up from the table and took him by the hand.

"C'mon, I'm gonna give you a tour of my penthouse," I said, cheerily.

He stood, smirking. "Alright, let's do this."

I led him to the living room and told him the stories behind the pictures that lined up atop the fireplace and then went to the back, where I pointed out the bathroom across from Ali's room.

We walked a few more steps until we reached my bedroom, where I looked at him nervously as I opened the door, saying, "And this is my room."

He looked inside before stepping in, observing everything as he did so, which wasn't much since my room was very plain. The only thing that stood out was a tall shelf of CDs that contained various styles of music, a result of my eclectic taste. My bed was at the center, facing the door, with a bureau on each side and an adjacent desk on its right.

I took off my jacket as I walked to the closet, hung it up, and removed my shoes while Edward quietly read the titles on my CDs, touching the spines reverently. Nervous about where to sit, I went to my desk and leaned on it, waiting for him to say something.

He looked around once more and focused on the poster by my window. "You like Pretty Woman? Elizabeth loved that movie."

"Who's Elizabeth?" I asked.

He looked down and smiled ruefully. "My mother; she named me after him," he said, pointing to Richard Gere on the poster.

"Really? I used to watch that movie with a friend when I was little. We both wanted to be Vivian... how ironic, huh?"

"I don't find that ironic at all," he said, walking to stand before me. "If you're Vivian, I'll be your Edward."

A red blush covered my cheeks as I looked down, tossing my hair back. "Okay," I chuckled.

I sat on the edge of my desk and looked up at Edward as I scooted back, parting my legs slightly. His returning gaze was intense, burning and stirring desire within me, almost scorching my skin. I exhaled as he stepped forward between my legs, cupping my face and caressing me softly with his rough hands.

"I missed you," I confessed.

"I missed you, too," he said, before placing a soft kiss on my lips.

I looked down and whispered, "Why didn't you come back, Edward? I thought you didn't want to see me anymore."

"I did want to see you, but I couldn't afford going to the brothel, and I didn't know how else to look for you. I would have given you my phone number, but I wasn't sure if that was allowed or not."

It was allowed, except it was for arranging future encounters, not for seeing each other like this. I wouldn't tell him that, though. "Well, you're here now, let's not waste our time together."

Edward nodded and leaned down, kissing me again, as I threaded my hands in his hair. I wrapped my legs around his and pulled him closer to me, needing to feel every inch of his body pressed to mine. I deepened the kiss by parting his lips with my tongue, evoking a moan from him, arousing his body even further. I felt his erection against my center as I parted my legs wider and Edward kissed me languidly.

He pushed my dress up, dragging his hands along my thighs, so close to where I needed him the most. My hands tugged at his hair before making their descent to his chest, pushing his jacket over his shoulders and down his arms.

In the following second, I pulled his shirt over his head and kissed him again. I ran my hands down his chest, making my way to the waistband on his jeans before popping its button.

"Let me take care of this," I said, lowering his zipper while applying pressure over his straining erection.

"Okay," he agreed, breathlessly.

I slid down his body until my knees rested on the floor and then began tugging his jeans and boxers down his hips. I looked up at Edward just in time to see him shaking his head at me.

"No?" I asked, confused. "You don't want me to suck your cock?"

Edward chuckled as he pulled me to my feet. "Of course I want you to do that, but I don't want you to do it like that... on your knees."

Relief washed over me, making me smile mischievously as I stood up and made my way to the bed. I sat on its edge and looked up at Edward as I took his hardness in my hand, pumping it a few times before taking it into my mouth. He moaned as I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock and twisted my hand along its length.

"Fuck, that feels so good, baby," Edward groaned, placing his hands on my head gently.

I lowered my mouth on him until I reached the base, easing his cock slowly down my throat as he rocked into my mouth. "That's it," I said, after releasing him from my mouth with a loud pop, "fuck my mouth."

He wordlessly thrust himself into my mouth, grunting as he pushed his hips forward; when he pulled out, I scraped him marginally with my teeth. I heard Edward gasping and muttering a few profanities while I moaned around him, genuinely enjoying myself as I pleased him orally.

When I felt him begin to swell, I gripped his hips and sucked him harder, swirling my tongue around his cock, swallowing his cum as he pulsed in my mouth. He stilled, cradling my face as he panted and looked down at me; I stared back as I released him from my mouth.

"Did you like that?" I teased, tucking him back into his boxers.

"I loved it," he replied, smirking.

"Yeah?" I asked, timidly while toying with a loose thread at the edge of my dress. "I really enjoyed doing that."

Edward kneeled in front of me, lifting my chin with his fingers before placing a soft kiss on my lips. "Thanks," he whispered.

Thanks, I dryly repeated in my head as I tucked a strand of hair behind my ear.

Anger clouded my thoughts as that lone word made me feel vulnerable and exposed; it was what customers usually said after I serviced them, just before leaving.

Maybe that had been his motive when he accepted my invitation...

I bounced my leg nervously as I looked down, waiting for him to stand and do just that.

But he didn't.

He kissed me again, making me grimace.

"Edward," I chastised. "Don't you know you're not supposed to kiss a girl right after she sucked you off? My mouth probably tastes like jizz."

Edward chuckled whole-heartedly. "I don't care; I haven't kissed you in weeks."

I smiled.

He had missed kissing me.

"Okay, but how about I brush my teeth or something?"

"Impossible," he replied. "I'm not letting you leave this bed at all."

I raised my brow at him. "Oh, yeah? How do plan on doing that?"

"I have many ideas," he replied, kissing my neck while unzipping my dress from the back. He then unclasped my bra and slipped the straps down my shoulders along with my dress. My body shivered at his touch, both with need and excitement, as his fingers caressed my skin.

Edward licked his lips before running his tongue down my collarbone, marking his descent to my breasts. He licked and sucked my left nipple into his mouth while his hands tugged my dress down my hips; I lifted up briefly, allowing him to slip it down the rest of the way.

"Lean back, baby," he whispered, standing up and taking off his shoes.

I scooted back briefly and lay down, gazing at him as he crawled up the bed. He hummed as he sucked my pebbled breast and then gently bit it. My hand tangled in his hair, holding him closer to me while the other roamed his back, making his skin break out in goose bumps as my nails scratched him.

I cried out in pleasure as he sucked me harder, arousing me even further. Edward switched to my right breast with his mouth while his hand made its way to the left, cupping and then pinching my nipple.

"Oh, fuck," I gasped, tugging his hair harder.

Edward groaned, releasing my breast and then gently nipping my skin, making his way to my waist. His fingers looped around the straps of my pink thong, pulling it down as he kneeled at the foot of the bed. He dragged me by the hips closer to him, hooking his hands around my thighs to keep me in place.

"God, you're so wet," he muttered, before licking me once along my slit.

I trembled with anticipation, clutching the sheets tightly, waiting for his next move. Edward licked me upward before sucking my clit into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it, repeatedly, while I grinded my hips into his face and tugged his hair with both hands.

"That feels so fucking good," I panted, as he continued licking and sucking me, sometimes even nipping, but I needed more. "Use your fingers," I begged, desperately seeking friction.

Edward complied quickly, sliding his hands from my thighs to my aching pussy.

"Like that?" he taunted, lightly grazing my sensitive skin.

I nodded, breathing heavily, incapable of speech. He stroked my clit with his thumb while spreading my lips with his other hand, dipping his tongue in my entrance and lapping my arousal. I writhed and moaned, close to my release, arching into the bed.

"Yes..." I said, breathlessly. "Oh, fuck... oh, fuck." I pulled Edward's hair harder as he thrust two fingers into me and then pumped them fast.

I came undone instantly, pulsing and throbbing around his fingers as he continued pumping me. Incoherent words spilled from my lips; my limbs a quivering mess while everything blurred around me.

Edward suddenly plunged into me, causing me to yelp. He pulled out and gripped my hips tightly before pounding into me again. I looked at him through heavy-lidded eyes, cupping his face when he leaned forward and hovered above me.

"You feel so fucking good around me, Bella," he panted. "I've wanted to be with you like this again for so long."

I pushed back a few strands of his damp hair before placing a soft kiss against his lips. "Me, too, Edward... so much."

He leaned his forehead on mine and kissed me softly, rocking into me again. I wrapped my legs around his waist and pushed up in time to meet his thrusts. His lips parted as I deepened our kiss, erupting a moan from our mouths as I tasted myself on his tongue.

Our gaze never wavered while we continued kissing each other deeply, almost as if in a trance. My legs tightened around his waist and my fingers tugged his hair in an attempt to be closer to him, but it was impossible.

Nothing else was said, only breathless whispers exchanged between us, as we gave in to our passion. Just when I was falling over the edge, Edward drowned out my moans with a kiss, stilling above me as he came also.

I sighed as we rolled over on our sides, smiling, content.

Although I had thought that our first time had been intense, I was wrong.

This was much more passionate.

Could it be possible that he felt as strongly about me as I did for him? Maybe he did, or maybe he didn't, but I wasn't going to dwell on it; I was going to enjoy being with him for as long as he wanted to be with me.

All I had to remember was that he could leave just as easily as he entered my life.

He could also never leave and stay with me forever.

Suddenly, everything seemed possible, and that made me smile.

"What are you thinking about, beautiful girl?" Edward asked, before placing a soft kiss against my lips.

I smiled again. "I was thinking about how I'd love for you to stay with me tonight."

"Hmm, I think that's a great idea."


"Absolutely," he replied, smirking. "I'd love to."

I was right.

Edward Masen was no longer my unattainable dream.

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