Every decision has a consiquence. A very big event happens to Bella and there is a life changing outcome. Then she does the most heartbreaking thing a woman could do, and the outcome involves Edward Cullen, a billionaire. He needs an Au Pair for his children, and what happens when a certain resume shows on his desk? will be E/B eventually. AU/AH!! Disclaimer- i dont own anything but the plot. Rated ADULT just incase i write a lemon (i have never writen 1 before) and possible language
This story is NOT on fanfiction AS OF YET. i want to put it on here as a test run. i want to see the feedback and if i feel that the feedback is good then i will post it even sooner than i planed.
3. Chapter 3
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I was so nervous for my interview. What the hell was I doing? I can’t do this! I put on a yellow cami with a dark wash denim skirt and a dark blue jacket, with dark blue and yellow accents with my accessories and makeup. I hoped this outfit impressed Mr. Cullen. Oh God I really want this job.
Scratch that. I NEEDED this job.
Once his secretary saw that I entered, she said, “She’s here.” Into an intercom and a man replied with a “Send her in.” His voice was like honey.
Time for my interview.
Boy was I nervous.
When she walked into the room, I felt a strange connection with her. She felt almost familiar. I didn’t know what the connection was, but I knew this interview was over before it began.
She already got the job.
“I’m sorry, but have we met before this interview?” I just had to know.
“I’m sorry, I thought I might have seen you before, maybe as a child. Anyway, on with this interview. Why do you want this job?”
“Well Mr. Cullen, I want this job because it is an opportunity to… to give me cons… Mr. Cullen, would you like to know the truth?”
“That would be lovely, yes.”
“Well it all started when I was nineteen. I was on my home from my part time job, was grabbed from the side of the road and was raped. I didn’t know who the man was and the police never found him. I was pregnant because of him, a baby girl.
“When she was six months old, my father threatened me to either give her up or not have any financial aid from him, and I would be forced to move out. I couldn’t provide for the both of us a place and everything and I had no friends or family to turn to so I did the single most hardest thing in the world. Do you know what he called her? He called her a monster, an it, a thing. As if she wasn’t his granddaughter. That is what hurt me the most. That he didn’t consider her a human being.
“I left her in front of an…orphanage. I knew leaving her in front of an orphanage was dangerous, but putting her anywhere would be too, if not worse. What if she was put into foster care? Being abused? But there was always that possibility that they did put her in foster care anyway. I don’t know if they did. I never heard from them again. I don’t know anything.
“For all I know, he could have her. He could be doing anything he wants with her. She is only 4 and a half for god’s sake!” she said hysterically. I could see the tears forming on her face and I could see how hard it was for her to talk about this. I went up to hug her- thinking she needed comfort, but she held up her hand telling me to stop.
“Please. Don’t hire me if you think that I am some charity case and that you are the noble billionaire that takes in the poor, helpless girl. Hire me because I am a strong, independent woman that can take care of herself and is dedicated to her work.
“My conditions are that I need every other Tuesday and Thursday mornings from 4 to 8 off, starting this week, along with Wednesday and Friday evenings from 9 to 12 every other week starting next week, and some weekends. If you will excuse me.” She started to get up.
“Wait! Wait!” I said grabbing her forearm and pulling her close, with her hand on my chest. Sparks of electricity came from where we touched. We both started to breathe heavily. I looked down at her lips, then into her eyes, and saw she did the same to me. We were leaning towards each other getting closer…
We jumped apart from each other after coming back to our senses.
“So, Miss Swan, I hope to see you Monday morning with your bags. I will see to it that you will have a driver handy for you. I can always send my children to my childrens house for those mornings except for school and weekends and for the evenings, the twins go to bed at 8:30, and Seth goes to bed at 8:15 and Faryn goes to bed at 8 o’clock.
“Yes sir.” She replied.
“No, not sir, it is either Mr. Cullen when we have guests or Edward at home.
“Yes, Mr. Cullen.”
“Have a nice day!” I called out to her.
I had almost kissed her! What am I doing? I was going to marry Tanya, right? But I never felt those sparks with Tanya before. What the hell is all of this?
God, I don’t know what to do anymore.