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Mr. Cullen

Summary:
Isabella Swan has a good life, ‘good’ being the key word. Her life is just fine and ordinary. But will her world be turned upside down when she gets a job working as a PA for Hollywood’s latest darling? And is he as cold as he seems? First impressions can be very deceiving indeed. Photobucket(Please note its rated adult for a reason. The story contains adult humour, some strong language, and it will have sexual scenes in later chapters.) Chapter 16 is up!


Notes:
Disclaimer: All the wonderful characters belong to Stephenie Meyer.


1. Remember To Breathe

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“Bella, have you seen where my dark blue jeans are?” Jacob was walking around with just a white T-shirt, blue boxers and matching socks on.

I looked up from reading. “No. have you checked the bottom drawer?”

“No. Do you usually put them there?” He was looking utterly confused.

I sighed and went back to reading. “Yes, that's where I’ve put your jeans since we moved here.”

Jacob went back into the bedroom to check if I was right- his triumphed cry told me he had found his beloved blue jeans.

I loved Jake, I really did, but sometimes I did wonder why I was still with him. He was a great boyfriend: he was nice, sweet, kind ...and...umm...funny...and ...umm...pleasant. We had a good relationship, but something was missing. I knew he loved me like crazy and I definitely loved him, too, but the spark was gone.

Actually, the spark had only been there once: when we met in college at the annual foam party. I thought he was absolutely gorgeous; he was tall, had great eyes and was very charming. So when he asked me to dance I didn’t say no, but I should have warned him about my hazardous dancing skills; we spent ten minutes on the dance floor and the next three hours in the hospital. I somehow managed to slip on the foam and crack my head open on a pole while dancing. Jake had been kind enough to take me to hospital. And after that he didn’t leave my side.

Last month we decided to move to LA; Jake had been offered a great job by a Hot Rod manufacturer and I had wanted to move to a sunny place, so LA was perfect. Plus, LA was a great place to expand my career. After I graduated from college I had become the PA to a high flying executive. Four years and three bosses later I had finally learnt my lesson: men with powerful jobs believe it’s their God-given right to grab your butt whenever they want, so don’t work for them. I had threatened to sue all three for sexual harassment, but who was I kidding? They had all been multi-millionaires; with multiple lawyers at their disposal ready to take me on for everything I was worth- which wasn’t much. I just had to settle for the very best recommendations a threat at a sexual harassment law suit could get me, and left.

I wasn’t without a job for long. Even though I had horrible bosses I was still great at my job. I loved my job, and I gave it everything. No matter what the time, place or request- I would get it done, and I would get it done fast. I guess my reputation got around quickly. As soon as I got to LA I had four job offers. The first two were a no go, they had both been to work as a PA for business tycoons and there was no way I was going down that road again. The other had been to work for a supermodel, I refused- I didn’t want to get phones thrown at me. But the last I had accepted, it seemed intriguing. It was to work as a PA for an actor. The only thing I knew about him was: he had gone through six assistants in under two years, he had a bad temper, but he was simply brilliant; everything he touched turned to gold.

This I heard through my interviewer, Mrs. Morris, who didn’t disclose the actor’s name due to privacy reasons. She had told me to think carefully about whether or not I wanted the position as all of his previous personal assistants had left crying and promising never to work in showbiz again. It was then that I knew it was the perfect job for me- I always loved a challenge.

I smiled at the memory of the interview and started to get up from bed. It was seven and I needed to get ready for my first day on the job. I went into the bathroom and started to get undressed to have a shower when I felt two strong arms circle my bare waist.

“Jake, I need to have a shower now otherwise I’ll be late for work.” I tried to wriggle away but he just pressed me closer to his body.

“Oh, come on, Bells. We haven’t made love in weeks.” He had started kissing my neck.

I leaned forward trying to turn on the shower while still trapped in his arms. “Yes, I know, and I’m sorry, Jake. But things have been a little hectic lately.” I turned around to look at him, “Jake, I really need to have a shower.” I didn’t want to upset him but I didn’t have the time for this today.

Jake removed his arms from my waist with a sharp movement. “Fine. Have a good day at work.” As Jake left he slammed the bathroom door and then I heard the front door being slammed, too.

I shook my head, trying to clear all the guilt I felt, and got in the shower.

It wasn’t as if I didn’t find Jake attractive, I did. But our sex life wasn’t the best. Making love with Jake was like watching TV: sure, it was entertaining, but you could always be doing something more worthwhile. We just didn’t click in that way, so I only made love with him when I really had to. And I sometimes got this feeling that it was just sex, there was nothing intimate about it- when we did make love it was purely physical, there was no passion behind it. But I would never leave him because of it; relationships were about more than just sex, and I knew I had a wonderful boyfriend who loved me. I wasn’t about to ruin that for a few minutes of pleasure...

I got out of the shower and went to choose an outfit. I rummaged through my closet and finally decided on a grey pencil skirt and a sophisticated emerald blouse with sheer cap sleeves. I accessorized with black high heels and a simple silver bracelet. It was an understated look. It said: ‘I put some effort but I’m not in love with myself’. It was perfect; it showed just the right amount of skin and made me look incredibly professional. I pulled my hair into a clean ponytail, put on some lip balm, picked up my purse and ran out the door- I was already three minutes late.

I was surprised to see a car waiting for me outside my apartment, ready to take me to my new job. At least it meant I didn’t have to try to work out where I was going, I would surely get lost; my sense of direction had never been great. It took about an hour to arrive at the studio, when I got there I was escorted in by a nice gentleman and told to wait inside the dressing room. I tried to look at the door for a clue about the actor’s identity, but the door only had the film character’s name.


The dressing room was spacious, it had two brown leather sofas, one on each side of the room. In the middle there was a table with four chairs. There was also a few watercolours on the walls and whoever it belonged to loved music, there were CDs everywhere.


I was waiting for about five minutes when a gorgeous blond man came in; he was about my age, perhaps a bit older, and was dressed in a light blue shirt and navy suit trousers.

He looked around and then smiled when he spotted me in corner. He closed the door and extended his hand for me to shake.

“Good morning, you must be Ms. Isabella Swan. I’m Jasper Whitlock. How do you do?” The man was beautiful, but I never heard of him before, maybe he was a new up and coming actor?

I shook his hand. “Good morning. I’m great thank you, Mr. Whitlock. And please call me Bella.”

He laughed and indicated for me to sit. “Mr. Whitlock? That makes me sound extremely old. Please call me Jasper; I’m really not one for formalities.”

I smiled and sat down on the brown leather sofa, he sat next to me. “I’m so glad to have you on board, Bella. Sometimes he can be a bit difficult, you know. So, it’s good to have someone with experience to work with, you’re credentials were really quite impressive. And don’t worry about his temper: his bark is usually worse than his bite, and many of the stories you probably heard are false- well, at least the majority.” He gave me a teasing smile.

I was confused, “I’m sorry, Mr. Whitlock... I mean Jasper. Am I not meant to be working for you?”

I really was getting tired of the mystery, why couldn’t someone tell me the actor’s name and get it over with?

Jasper frowned. “No. I’m just the manager. Don’t you know who you will be working for?”

I shook my head. “I’m afraid Mrs. Morris didn’t tell me exactly who the client was, she said it was due to privacy issues.”

I expected for Jasper to tell me who this mystery man was, not burst out laughing.

“Oh, I do love Mrs. Morris; she has a great sense of humour. I can’t wait to see your face when you find out who it is, would you mind if I filmed it and then posted it on YouTube?” He started to laugh once again.

I rolled my eyes. I already liked Jasper, he seemed very friendly and he was undeniably charismatic, I definitely wouldn’t mind working with him in the future.

He went on to describe the different aspects of my job and what was expected of me. It was nothing out of the ordinary. I was basically a babysitter- make sure he gets up on time, gets to where he has to be, is seen with the right people, and doesn’t stay out too late. I would have access to every part of this man’s life and I had to keep it running like clockwork. I knew I could do it.

Jasper was telling me a bit about my employer’s habits, when I heard two voices coming from outside. As they got closer I could hear that one was getting angrier and angrier, the other voice, however, had a teasing tone to it.

And then whoever it was from outside opened the door with such force that it slammed against the wall.

“I don’t care! You either sort it out or you’re fired.”

The person who spoke entered the room and went directly to where all the CDs were, not even looking at me.


Oh .My. God.

Breathe, remember to breathe.