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A/N Hope you all like this story! There will be a lot of fluff and lemons. There also may be some parts that will offend some, but I will put warnings at the top of those chapters! There is a huge age difference between B and E so if that bothers you, bounce out now. In later chapters there will be spankings... just so you know! R&R I hope you all enjoy this story!

I own nothing but the plot!

There are three things I love in life: money, sex, and men. When it comes to men, I don't care about age, race or looks as long as they have money. You can blame everything on my mother, she is the reason I am the way I am.

To this day, my mother is a whore. She has had more men in and out of our house than I can count. I'm like my mother in a way, we both like money and men are our way of getting it. Renee, my mother, raised me to be a very confident person. 'Most men like a confident woman, but they love them submissive as well', she had told me numerous times. She would also tell me that men are always the one in charge. For the most part, she was right, but some don't like smart mouths and that I have.

I'm a spoiled brat and hate to be told no. It doesn't happen often, but when it does, I'm like a two year old and throw a fit. Nine times out of ten I get what I want. Again, that was Renee's fault. She has never said no to me, well, not that I can remember. She would give me whatever I wanted, when I wanted it. Money was never really an issue for us. Whoever my father was had paid a massive amount of child support over the years and then my mother with her 'other' form of income, we were pretty set. My gift for my eighteenth birthday was her telling me to get my own job because I'm an adult now. All I could say to her was 'fuck you'. I was not working! I was still in high school and just didn't want to work.

And I'm not like my mother with her sleeping around. I was with a total of three men since being fifteen, that's not so terrible,right? The youngest guy I was with was twenty, and he was my first. We were together for almost a year, but when he turned twenty one he said I was too young for the things he wanted to do. I was pissed at the time, but glad he dumped me instead of cheating on me.

Right before my sixteenth birthday one of my mother's boyfriends had a younger brother, he and I hit it off. He was a little standoffish at first, but when he saw that my mother didn't give a fuck, he was all about it. He was thirty and the oldest man I had been with, but he wasn't what I wanted. He gave me whatever I wanted, but wanted way more than I could have given him. He wanted marriage and kids, I told him that he needed to find someone else. I couldn't give him any of that. We were only together until new years and I turned sixteen in September. That man threw me for a loop and I went a few months without another boyfriend.

Six months after that break up, I started dating again. His name was Jake and I almost fell in love with him. We probably would have been together if he didn't cheat on me. He was twenty four and hot. He had the best body I had ever seen. He was rich, sweet, and he spoiled the shit out of me. When I showed up at his house unannounced, which was against his rules, but I did what I wanted when I wanted. If having to call before going to "my" man's house is a rule ever again, I will break it... every time. As soon as I walked into his house I could hear a woman screaming Jake's name. I knew that scream, I did that scream. I knew he had her on all fours, probably pulling her hair and slamming into her. I didn't remember walking up the stairs. I just remembered walking into the house, hearing the screams and then I was in his bedroom.

"Jake?" I asked just as they finished.

"What the fuck, Bella!" Jake yelled.

"I didn't know you had a little sister?" the ugly woman said. I knew she was Native American like Jake, but her face was just ugly and her hair was awful.

"Leah, let me take care of this," he said pulling his boxers on. I had never been speechless in my life until that moment. He grabbed my upper arm and pulled me out of the room.

"We are over," I whispered.

"Come on baby, you are over reacting," he said in a harsh whisper. "Did you really think you were my only one?" he asked as I stayed silent. I always thought I was enough for a man.

Those words were always on my mind, even now. Jake and I were together over a year and I hadn't been with anyone since. I knew I needed someone and fast. I had bills that my mother wasn't going to pay any more. She bought me a car when I turned sixteen, but made payments and there was still two years left. She said she was only going to pay one more month. There was no way I could make a five hundred dollar car payment, plus car insurance working at a fast food joint, I needed help. I loved to shop as well. On average, I would spend three thousand dollars on one trip to the mall, buying anything and everything. Then there was my cell phone bill, getting my hair done at least once a month, my nails get done every two weeks... ugh this was just all too much!

I would have tried to find someone on my own, but this needed to happen now. I turned on my lap top and searched. The search didn't last long. I checked Craig's list personals and only had to go through three pages before I found the one. It was titled Sugar Daddy.

"Single - white male, thirty five, looking for a single woman eighteen to twenty one," I read out loud. That right there made him perfect. "I will give allowance, contract is a must." That sounded like the best deal I could ask for. He only had an emailadress listed and I quickly typed the same email three times. I didn't want to sound too needy, but in a way I was. I finally went with, 'Hi, I'm Bella. I am eighteen, a senior in high school. I hope we can meet up'. That was way better than my first email that was about five hundred words.

I started to get nervous. Not knowing what I was expecting, but when fifteen minutes went by, and I didn't hear anything, I got worried. Just as I was going to log off, my email dinged.

"Bella, I would like to meet you. I attached a photo of myself and I want you to do the same. We will meet tomorrow, at seven, at Bella Luna. If you don't know where that is, I will send directions. I will not accept any other excuse other than you are not interested, if you can't meet. See you tomorrow, Edward." I squealed like the little girl I was and did a happy dance.

"Well, Mr. Edward, let's see what you look like," I said out loud. Opening the picture and had me fall out of the chair. I felt like an idiot, but I was able to pick myself off the floor. I don't know how long I sat there, but I couldn't stop looking at his face. He was the hottest man I had ever seen. His eyes were a shade of green I had never seen in my life, they looked fake. His hair looked like I had just pulled the shit out of it as I rode him. He had a five o'clock shadow, his jaw was so prominent and his adam's apple was so manly. I hoped he wanted me as much as I wanted him in that moment.

I went through all of my pictures and found the best one and sent it to him. I was so excited for the following day that I knew it was going to be hard to sleep. I knew school was going to go way too slow. With it being Friday and with this date I was screwed.

Waking up the next morning, I was happy about my four hours of sleep, but it surely wasn't enough. Hopefully I could catch a nap after school. The last days of high school were boring and I was just waiting for graduation. Not sure what I wanted to do when high school was over, but sure something would come along. One thing I did have with my mother were our mornings together.

"Good morning," she said when I walked into the kitchen.

"Yup, a good morning it is," I said with a smile. Pouring myself a cup of coffee and putting my french vanilla creamer in before sitting at the table with her.

"I don't think I have ever seen you so chipper in the morning," she said. All I did was shrug and sip my coffee, I didn't want to jinx it. "Did you meet a man?" she asked getting excited.

"It's nothing serious, I'm going out to dinner with him tonight."

"Is he picking you up?"

"No, I'm meeting him there. I just don't want to talk about it too much, I don't want to jinx it," I told her as she nodded her head.

"May I ask where you are going?" she said with hopeful eyes.

"Bella Luna," I told her.

"Oh that place is my favorite! What are you going to wear?"

"I was thinking my white baby doll dress," I said as she nodded her head in agreement.

"I wish I was going to be here to help you do your hair, but I am leaving for Vegas this afternoon," she said. At least three weekends a month she goes away with someone. Then again neither one of us are home much on the weekends anyway.

After a good breakfast talk with my mom I hopped into my beloved Camaro convertible. The car itself didn't cost too much, but the gas was a different story. It would cost close to fifty bucks to fill the beast. My car was the main reason to finding a man. I would be lost without it, she was my baby. When my mother and I went car shopping she said I could have anything I wanted, but it had to be under sixty grand, the Camaro was only thirty.

I thought I drove the best car out of all my classmates. Everyone drove BMW's or Lexus, I didn't want to be like everyone else. I really didn't have any friends just a couple that I would talk to in passing. I always felt like my classmates were boring and immature. I didn't have that one best friend I could talk to about anything, sometimes I wish I did.

I only went to school for half a day. Making sure that I never had a free period between classes and that I received as many credits as possible. I only took, world history, physics, government/ economics, and English and left everyday at lunch, I had no reason to skip school. Even though I only had four classes, the morning dragged. My eyes seemed glued to the clock. I wanted to go on this date so badly and couldn't wait for it. I was hoping the picture he sent me was truly him. He blew all of my other boyfriends out of the water in the looks department, which was a plus for me.

When I finally got home, I went to my room to try to sleep. I didn't think I was going to get any, but woke up at four and felt great. For the next hour I did my homework.

At five it was time to take my shower. I made sure I was hairless and smooth, put on a matching little white thong and a white strapless bra, before I did my hair. It took me forever to blow dry the thick mess so it fell in the middle of my back and it was silky smooth. I took my curling iron and styled my hair that the curls ended up hanging down my back.

"God I have great hair," I said out loud with a smile. As I had my makeup done and dress on, it was time to go. I took a last deep breath and was out the door.

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