Author's Note: I am an avid reader pursuing a career in communications. I have written short stories and poetry, which I had one published when I was a young girl. I have always thought of plots to write my own fanfiction but will admit to being intimidated. I do want to become a beta and the guidelines requires me to post so here I go. Constructive criticism is always welcome and negative reviews will simply be ignored.

UPDATE: When I first wrote the first chapter it was about 900 words and very choppy. In my defense, I wrote it after a night of no sleep and at 5 AM. I've spent the last few days rewriting some of it and wanted to post an edited version. I know some have already asked me to update soon but I couldn't move on until I was satisfied with this intro. I would like to thank my editor WOLFreaderGYPSY for helping me with this chapter. Love you girl! Hope you guys like it and now I will work on the next chapter.

The main characters do not belong to me.

Today is the beginning of a new chapter in my life. My name is Isabella Swan, but everyone calls me Bella, I actually prefer it. I was born and raised in Miami, FL. I grew up in probably one of the most amazing cities to be a teenager and young adult in. There are so many adventures and stories to tell from that point in my life. However, my dream had always been to move to New York City after high school graduation. As much as I loved Miami I couldn't wait to get out in to the world. Well let's just say, life doesn't always go according to plans. When I graduated high school I had to stay home and get a full-time job to help my single mother with the house and bills. Yeah, I could've packed my bags and left anyway but I just didn't have the heart to leave mom.

See my parents met in Brazil. My dad Charlie is American, born and raised. He met my mother Renee when he went to Brazil on a 5 year business trip. They met fell in love and had two little girls, myself and Julianna, my older sister. When I was a year old my dad's job was complete and we moved back to the states. My mother spoke very little English and was a stay at home mom. At the age of two my father decided to leave my mother for a married woman and left her to raise two girls in a foreign country where she didn't speak the language or have any family or friends. Though there were tough times and still are, she did the best she could. Now my father lives somewhere in Wilmington but I barely ever see him. One thing I guess I do have to thank him for is my looks. I have his chocolate fine wavy hair with porcelain white skin and dark green eyes. I did inherit my mother's small frame and some curves. Thankfully both my sister and I were blessed by the ass and tits gods. Julianna, however, is the perfect combination of my parents. She has the exotic tan and curves to rival Beyonce with the height of a model.

About three months ago I decided to follow my dreams and finally make my move to NYC. This wasn't a decision I made lightly because even though my mom still has my sister, it's me she always depends on. The plan was to move her to a small studio and for me to try out New York. If all goes as expected then I should be able to move her with me eventually. After months of searching online and quite a few Skype interviews I got a position as the executive administrative assistant to the CFO of New York Finance Investment. All it is, is a fancy tittle for a personal assistant to James Volturi. Besides the pay, what drew me to this position the most was the location. The building is located in the Financial District. It's still in Manhattan, which is where I wanted to be but a bit it's a bit calmer and with amazing views.

I just spent my early morning with a venti cup of passion tea in my hand sitting on a bench in Battery Park doing that. Enjoying the amazing view. Taking in the sunrise and watching people running with their dogs. Breathing in this cold air thinking, life just can't get any better than this. All of this peace and happiness is doing very little to keep my nerves in check. I am a bit nervous for my first day of work today. Just because I hope this job is a keeper for me since I do need it to pay for the closet sized bedroom I am renting a few blocks down. The cost of that room alone was the cost of all of my bills combined when I was helping my mom in Florida. It is a small fortune but the location makes it ideal. Glancing down I realize it's time to get going. I have to arrive at the office early to fill out all of the required paperwork.

As soon as I throw out my cup in the trash I turn and crash in to a sweaty brick wall. Right as my clumsy self is about to fall on my ass the brick wall catches me. "I am so sorry, I hope I didn't hurt you. I really am a klutz." I mumble as I straighten my clothes. To be honest I am a bit grossed out since nothing annoys me more than having someone's sweat all on me. "I really am sorry." I mention again as I look up with, I'm sure, my signature red cheeks but also a flustered face. As soon as I looked at his face I lost my breath. When I saw that jawbone and smirk appear on his face I forgot what time or day it was. I think my heart stopped beating for the longest second of my life.

"Are you alright?" He says while he blatantly looks me up and down. He has no shame to check me out right in front of my face. "I'm still trying to figure that out, Mr.?" I feel like smacking myself. I can't believe that those words just came out of my mouth. I mean I'm no Virgin Mary but I'm usually never this confident with a complete stranger. Especially not a stranger that looks like the kind of man Greek myths were inspired by. He's not so muscular to the point that he is breaking out of his Nike t-shirt but he has the arms of Jax Teller from Sons of Anarchy. He's much taller than my 5'2 self, I would say a good 6'2 with this bronze sex hair. There's no ring on his finger but there is an American Bulldog attached to the leach on his wrist. Even the dog exudes as much power as he does. It's obvious a man like this is not single. That would be impossible!

"I'm Masen, and what's your name beautiful?"

"Bella. It's a pleasure to meet you Masen." He chuckles at my response, so low I don't think he intended for me to hear. There goes that weak in the knees smirk again.

"Trust me, the pleasure's all mine."

I can't contain the smile that I give him. I feel this instant attraction towards him but I'm pretty sure all of the female population around feels the same since they all seem to gravitate to him.

"I run in this park frequently and haven't seen you before." Masen is trying to talk while pulling on the dog's leach. Apparently the dog has had enough of the break.

"Is it that obvious that I'm not from here? Looks like he is excited for his run. Is he yours?" I glance down at my watch again. Where is my fairy godmother when I need her? I wish time could just stand still so that I can enjoy Masen's company some more.

"He's mine. His name is Fucker and he's my running partner. I can tell you have to go so I don't want to hold you up. It was nice meeting you and hope to see you around, Bella." The way that he says my name is almost hypnotic. Never has my name sounded so sexy coming from someone's mouth.

"I do. First day of work and all but it was nice meeting you Masen. Maybe we'll see each other around." With a small smile and wave I walk around him to get on my way. Walking away I feel eyes burning into my back. I look back briefly and catch him staring at my ass as I walk away with his panty dropping smirk. I can't help but feel proud that he is watching me and clearly liking what he sees. If he only knew what was going through my head. When he looks up at me he chuckles and starts running with Fucker.

I think it's safe to say that, was kind of the most awkward conversation I've ever had and the first thing I want to do is call Rosie to help me figure it out. Rosie and I have been best friends since 9th grade. She probably knows all of my deepest darkest secrets. She is just my rock, my PIC (partner in crime). Besides my mother, she is probably the person I miss the most. I'm used to always sharing things and doing things with her and considering we now live in different states it makes it harder. Knowing her though, she is either still sleeping or getting ready for work. I have to settle with sending her a text.

Call me when you get out of work. I think I just met my future husband. HELP! – B

I'm reaching the building mindlessly since I still have Masen in mind. Reaching the receptionist I let her know that it's my first day and I'm supposed to go to human resources to fill out of the paperwork. At the front desk I run in to Angela, who I met when I first came for my interview, and is also James' assistant. Besides my roommates and Masen she is the only person I have spoken to since I moved here.

Once I finished all the paper work I went up to the 29th floor which is where I will be working. Angela was kind enough to take me on a tour of the building. On our floor there are only a few offices. One of those being James' office and right next to his is the office I will share with Angela. Our office has floor to ceiling windows and feels like the size of my mother's house. Angela's side of the office has the view of Battery Park and in the distance the Statue of Liberty. On my side of the office there's the view a building twice the size of the one we are in. It has that copper top with the initial C. The reason why Angela and I are in the same office is because we are both the assistants to James Volturi. She handles his business life and while I will manage his personal life. We will constantly have to coordinate schedules so it only made sense to be work so closely together. It's a good thing we get along so well so far. I started work on a great day because James is on his way back from an emergency meeting with the Los Angeles branch. I was able to spend the day getting familiar with what Angela does and get some training on what will be expected of me. It was honestly the perfect day to get my feet wet.

After my first day of work as I'm walking out of the building I check my cell. I had a missed call from Rosie and even though I have had the work day calm my screaming ovaries I have to call her and figure out my conversation with Masen.

"Hey girl!"

"I have no idea why my love life always excites you so much. How are you?" Rosie has always been so invested my love life. Not in a bad way. It's just that she is the relationship type. The one who can't stand to be alone so is always with someone. While I have no problem being alone. I don't jump from one relationship to another. I normally take my time in between, which is where I'm currently at. So at the mention of there possibly being someone she is just anxious to marry me off.

"Forget me. I'm same old, same old. Tell me about your future husband and my future brother in law! Where did you meet him? What's his name? What does he do?"

"Rosie BREATHE! You're practically screeching in my ear. I literally bumped in to him when I was walking through the park this morning before work. He was running his dog and I wasn't looking. Rosie, this guy actually left me speechless for a minute."

"Awww really? Well what happened?" I can't help but laugh. I can already picture her jumping in her seat or bed just wanting to know all of the details.

"That's the thing, nothing really. I apologized and we just introduced ourselves and just went about our day. I mean the attraction was there. I caught him checking me out a couple of times. I know I didn't imagine that." I can't believe I'm talking about this while walking the streets of New York. Everyone is walking in a hurry and not paying attention to me but I'm not used to people not being all up in your business even if they are strangers. "Did you get his name?"

"Yeah the one thing I did get. I got his name and his dog's. He has the cutest American Bulldog and his name is Fucker!" Okay, I said that a little louder than I intended. Now I have people's attention. "And I said that too loud. Anyway, his name is Masen."

"Yeah I heard you. You started to sound – WAIT! What did you say his name is?"

"Masen, why?" The way she said that made me feel like I wasn't going to like where this was going.

"OH MY GOSH!"

Okay, what just happened?

Again constructive criticism is welcome. This is a mix of my real life along with some fiction so I kind of have an idea as to where I'm taking this but I'll pretty much go with whatever inspiration I get. Thanks for reading and hope you liked it.