Disclaymer: We all know that S. Meyer is the queen and I'm just some sort of creepy girl who's playing with Edward, and making him suffer :)
Summary: We've gone from perfect, to be nothing. I had everything, until she appeared. Until I decided to fool everything that I've ever known for a second with her. I'm Edward Cullen, and this is the story of how I destroyed my life.
A/N: A really, big, fat, huge thanks to my lovely beta "Fear-The Spork" who's absolutely awesome, and... yeah. She's MY beta (Die from envy! muahaha), :) See ya in a few. Enjoy!
0.- Introduction.
"You couldn't keep your hands to yourself," Sia.
Coming Undone
By Mommy's Bad Girl
Fingers. Fingers that makes her skin blush.
Skin. Skin that goes all the way to her thighs and there, I found the secret place of her soul.
Soul. The one we lost when we started this game.
Game. The one that we play every day. Secretive looks, soft touches, fake smiles. The same "Hello, How are you?" of every day and then, "More, please, more," when we're at that hotel room at night.
Everyone knows about us but no one says anything about it.
I shift on the spot, looking for her.
I want to find her and then lose her again. Because that's the way it is and how it will always be.
Because I'm married, and she… she doesn't have any compromises. Except for me, of course.
She. Suddenly I remember how she smells. I need her. I need to feel her lips against my neck and her arms hugging me.
I mouth a "Hi," to her when I find her and she nods, smiling.
I love her but I take my wife's hand, who's sitting right next to me.
My wife, the one who shouldn't be in the picture at all. She doesn't have any idea about what's been happening. She still believes that our vows are intact.
So naïve.
Didn't she realize that it just wasn't 'normal' that I would stay at the 'office' until way past midnight? Didn't she notice that the only part of me touching her skin were my hands and only ever when we were in public?
No. She didn't realize it. My wife is so naïve, and I'm such a bastard.
But at least I know why this is happening.
Not even she knows what I was really doing.
"Are you ready to go?" My lovely wife asks and I smile and nod. I'm pretty sure that my smile looks far too false.
But I can't even bring myself to care.
"Did I tell you that you look absolutely stunning?" I ask and I'm telling the truth. She's one of the most beautiful women that I've ever seen. When I married her I was sure that I've never seen such an angelical face and that she was a miracle.
And I still believe the same. There's no one, not even a super model, who can overshadow the beauty of the angel who's holding my hand.
It's a shame really, that it's not enough for me. Nothing is ever enough.
Step by step, I'm sinking deeper and drowning in this shit.
I went from been the golden boy with the perfect life, to being the monster that I am now. I went from having the perfect marriage with the perfect woman, to having an affair with a girl who's not even 'normal'.
I went from having it all because I didn't gamble anything, to gambling everything and having absolutely nothing.
I went from 'living' to 'existing'.
This is me.
I'm Edward Cullen, the man who always had it all; the perfect family, the perfect business, the perfect life.
And now… now I don't give two shits about it.
This is me, losing myself more and more every single minute.
And you seriously don't have any idea of how much I fucking regret every bit of it.
A/N: So... This is a new project for me. I call him Perfectward, I bet a few of you will call him "Dickward", or something even better.
This is my first english fanfic, so let me know what you think, OK?
Thanks for reading,
Mommy's Bad Girl.
