Okay, so we’re going to embark on a journey. A darker journey, one that will be around a different kind of Edward, a snarky, bossy Bella and a new Esme. It will be a drabble-ish type fic. The chapters will be between 1000 to 2000 words. Updates will come on Mondays and Fridays with teasers on Tuesdays and Saturdays on my blog. The link for the blog will be on my profile. The story is planned, but not pre-written.
I hope you come with me on this journey.
Without further ado …
Deep breaths. Take deep breaths and remember why you’re doing this. It’s all for her.
Tighten the tie, make sure it’s straight.
It’s not. Shit! I have to redo it.
There we go. A perfect Windsor.
Smooth out the coat and button it neatly.
Yes, just right.
Check my posture. Stand up tall. Be proud of what you do.
How can I be proud of what I do? I’m selling my soul to the devil.
“Edward!” barked Esme. “What’s taking you so long? Your date is waiting!”
“Coming, Esme,” I said, making sure my Armani suit was free of any wrinkles. Running my hands down my arms, I picked up the singular red rose that she makes me bring to all of my dates. I blew out another breath, remembering her face and the reason why I do what I do.
“Edward!” Esme practically snarled. She sauntered into my bedroom and glared at me. “You’re going to be late and you know what happens when you are tardy for your dates. You get punished. Go!” She tugged my arm, gripping my wrist tightly and causing the bruising underneath the cuff to throb. She threw me into the elevator which opened to the waiting limo. With each passing mile, I disappeared a little more. I was beginning to forget who I was. I hated it. For her. She needs you, Edward. The cold, sensual, calculating Edward Masen, the male escort, appeared in his wake.
My body was no longer my own. I was the prized property of Esme Platt, owner of Buying Love, Incorporated. My sole purpose was to make the women I dated feel like they were the most important thing in the world. I wined and dined them. Kissed and caressed them. Wooed them. Made love to them. Fucked them. They fucked me. They hurt me.
Not as much as … Focus, Edward! Ignore it!
With each date, I died a little more. My soul was disintegrating with each woman, each fuck, and I hated it.
You have to do this. You need to repay a debt. For her.
Ringing the doorbell of the massive mansion, I plastered on my signature crooked smirk and Eddie was gone and Edward Masen had taken full control of my personality. A beautiful woman opened the door, eyeing me like a piece of meat. And in her eyes, I was a piece of meat. Man meat. I leaned forward, brushing my lips with hers. “Good evening. I’m Edward Masen and I’m here to make all your dreams come true.”
A/N: And there you have your first ‘chapter.’ It’s short. A prologue, kind of setting the scene. The next chapter will be longer, I promise. Also, check out my blog. Link for that is on my profile. Thank you to Mina Rivera for creating the banner for this story. I’d appreciate some loving! You know what to do!