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EPOV
"Edward?"
That was the one sound that had haunted me forever. That one word spoken in a fluent way, has made me wonder, why? Why did I decide to ruin my perfect, set out future? I had everything I needed: a beautiful wife, a wonderful son, supporting parents, and friends. I had it all. At least, I thought.
It was all a drunken mistake, I swear on it. I had a couple beers with a couple co-workers from the hospital, when it happened. She had just strutted her way over to our table of five, with a flirty smile on her luscious lips. She had a plate attached to her hip with a round of five Corona's.
"It looked like you gentleman needed another round," the temptress purred. My co-workers all hooted and hollered, all drunk beyond belief. The temptress only had eyes for me though, and I couldn't get enough of her. He blue eyes stared deep into my green ones. She licked her bottom lip slowly, making sure I caught the gesture. She smiled seductively, before walking away, a swing in her hips. I knew it was wrong, but I couldn't stop staring.
"Dude, she was totally looking at you!" Mike exclaimed. Everyone at the table knew I was happily married with a kid, but none of us could even remember our names right now. I nodded my head, still staring at the temptress. We all drained our Corona, still laughing and relaxing on a Friday night after a long shift at the hospital.
I knew that it would be a whole lot better if I was home with a full stomach from my wife's cooking, and I had her wrapped up in my arms. I could also be with my ten year old son, helping him with his homework or playing the X-box with him. But here I was, at a club, drunk with no saving. My wife, Isabella Cullen, knew that sometimes we guys went out on a Friday night, but we always returned home at a reasonable time. This time though, I knew I wouldn't be going home an innocent man. I had a feeling something bad would happen, and the outcomes would not be very good.
Just as Tyler and Mike were seeing who can slam back more shots, a group of woman came strutting over to our table. My temptress was in the back of the group, a smile on her face as she watched my reaction.
"Would you guys like to dance?" the head of the group asked. She was fairly cute, but not my type. She had long black hair with blue eyes. It looked like Tyler was eager to dance, because he jumped up and grabbed her and sauntered over to the dance floor. Each one of my buddies gave a smirk to me, as they all made their way to the floor with a girl attached to their arm. My temptress watched me carefully, as she slid into the booth next to me. She scooted up close to me, so that I could feel her warmth on me. I raised my arm and settled it on the top of the booth by her head. She took that's as an invitation, because she immediately slid in close and put a hand on my chest. She fiddled with the buttons on my button up, as she looked up at me with her bottom lip in between her teeth.
"I hope you did not want to dance," she murmured. I shook my head, not being able to find the words to answer her. She laughed quietly.
"What is your name?" I breathed out. She looked up at me, a smile present on her luscious, red lips. Her hand slid up my chest to the top of my shirt, unbuttoning the top two buttons. She raked her fingertips along the now exposed skin. She lowered her lips to the skin, placing slow, sweet kisses on my chest. The tingling feeling I got was not right. It was the wrong set of lips that were kissing me. But in my haze, I couldn't quite care.
"Tanya," she breathed. She resumed her kisses, unbuttoning a couple more buttons on my shirt. She made it to the half way mark of my shirt, opening my shirt a little wider. She placed tender kisses on the surface of my chest. A groan that was not meant to come out, resounded from my lips, as I closed my eyes. I felt Tanya smile against my chest, as she quickly moved to straddle my lap. She situated herself in my lap, making her face come eye-level with mine. Tanya stared placing sweet kisses on my face, letting her lips linger on the corner of my mouth. She purposely did not kiss me, as she quickly pulled away and started sucking on my earlobe. Another groan came from my mouth, as my hands swept up the side of her body. They came back down her body, resting on her bottom. She pushed out her bottom so that I could grip it harder. This was so wrong.
"What is your name?" Tanya asked in my ear. She lowered her lips to my throat, sucking on my Adams apple. A hiss came from my mouth, as I tried to think of my name. My eyes wandered out to the dance floor, quickly locating my buddies with their girls. They looked to be having a grand time.
"Edward," I whimpered. This temptress had me by the clutches, as she raised herself back up and her lips came back to my cheek. My breaths stared to come out in more labored pants. Her lips felt so wrong, but so right.
"Can I kiss you Edward?" Tanya whispered. A strangled noise came from my throat, as I quickly nodded my head. Tanya smirked, as she leaned down slowly. She kissed the side of my mouth, ready to move away, but I caught her mouth in a greedy passion. Her lips were soft and sweet, but nothing like the lips I had been hoping they were. Our lips moved in frenzy, consumed by greed and drunkenness. Our lips slid open, as our tongues mixed in with the passion. My hands gipped her tightly, almost to the point of pain in my fingertips.
"Edward?"
At first I thought it was Tanya, groaning against my moving mouth, but her lips stopped immediately. I knew that voice could not belong to the devil in my lap, but that voice is what I have been hearing since childhood. My eyes opened slowly, hoping I was imagining it, but only to come in contact with my wife's brown eyes. She looked so shocked, as she took in my appearance: half-open shirt, rumpled hair, lips attached to a random hooker. I detached my lips from Tanya's, ready to plead for Bella to listen, when the shock turned into sorrow. Tears started welling out of my love's eyes, as she covered her mouth after a sob escaped from her throat. She fell into the waiting arms of my younger sister, Alice. Alice watched me with fury in her eyes, and I could tell she hated me. I quickly took Tanya off my lap, and tried to button my shirt up in my drunken haze, mumbling for Bella to wait. When I looked up, Bella was being carried away by my sister. I stood up, staggering slightly, when a grip caught my left hand. I looked back down to see Tanya staring at my ring finger that held a golden band. She gaped at the ring, and then back up at my eyes. I quickly snatched my hand away from Tanya, just as she started mumbling incoherently.
"You are…. Married?" she asked. I nodded my head, a look of disgust in my eyes. She saw the disgust in my eyes, as she backed up in the booth, a frightened look on her pretty face.
"Yes, I am married, and that was my wife." With that, I quickly stumbled through my haze to the exit of the club. As I made it into the crisp air of the night, I tried to spot the small silver Audi that I had given my wife as a wedding gift. I was led to the back corner of the parking slot by a loud sob. I quickly ran to the source of the sob, trying my hardest not to fall.
"Bella," I cried out. Hushed voices came from ahead of me, as I saw two people huddled inside a car. I quickly ran to the passenger side door, and tried to open the door. The door opened, and there sat my wife in the arms of my sister, crying her heart out. I was so angry at myself.
"Go away, Edward," Alice snarled. For a barely five foot girl, she can be pretty frightening at some points. I shook my head, trying to grab Bella. Bella came out willingly, and dropped into my chest. She sobbed even harder against my chest, as she scrunched her hands up in my shirt. I could feel her tears dripping onto my shirt, as she cried for my mistake. I could feel the corners of my eyes tear up, as I buried my face into her freesia smelling hair. It was and always will be my favorite scent.
"Baby, I am so sorry," I mumbled into her hair. I hope she will forgive me, because I do not think I can live without her. Just as her tears started to slow down, I could almost feel the anger build up in her. Her balled fists started pummeling my chest, as she took her anger out on me.
"You lying, cheating bastard," she screamed. She tried to pry herself from my hands, but I would not let her. She continued hitting me, and even stomping on my foot to get away from me. It hurt, but nothing hurts as much as having her leave me.
"Bella, stop, I'm sorry. Please let me fix this," I pleaded. Bella looked up at me in all of her beauty. Her mascara had started to run down her face, and her eyes started to puff from her tears. I hated causing her such pain.
"You can't fix this, Edward," Bella mumbled. I started shaking my head, as she was saying what I never wanted to hear.
"Yes, I can and will fix this. Please, Bella, at least let me try," I pleaded again. I can't let her walk away from me. She is everything I ever wanted. We made our life perfect, and the addition of our son even boosted that pride. I would never be able to live without this girl.
"Edward, you chose what you wanted, and now you have to deal with the consequences," Bella breathed out. I started to shake my head, as she caught my face in between her two hands. This was the goodbye scene, and I never wanted to witness this. Bella force my face to stop shaking, as she looked up into my fear-stricken eyes.
"Remember that I will always love you," Bella announced. I nodded my head. I will always love you too, my Bella. I leaned down and connected our lips in one last heated kiss. She moved her lips with mine, making me never want to let her go. She was saying goodbye through a kiss.
"I will fix this, Bella," I declared against her lips. I felt a salty taste to the kiss, as I registered that both of our tears were mixed together in our last kiss.
"I will be waiting," she whispered. I leaned in and kissed her lips once more, before letting her go. She threw her arms around my neck once more, before backing up. She blew a kiss at me, before slowly climbing into the car. I watched as Alice started the car, and as they backed out of the parking lot. I waved my hand at Bella, not sure if she saw the gesture. I watched the taillights of the Audi as far as I could see them, before dropping to my knees in the parking lot. Tears streamed down my cheeks. I made such a mess out of my marriage, but I was determined to fix it.
It all started with a mistake.
Okay, another one-shot for you guys. This just came to mind late one night, and I decided to write it up. I could possibly write a couple more chapters for this story, but I need reviews!
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