NO LONGER A ONE-SHOT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

An: Just a short chapter of the night after in Edward's point of view. Just a quick view. There won't be many of these. I decided to make this... not a one-shot anymore. I liked it too much to stop. Plus, with the little amount of reviews received all of them requested more. How could I resist?

Listening to: In The Valley of the Dying Sun by: House of Heros/ Drinking: Crush, orange soda/ Eating: Nothing / My mood: Bored

Epov

I bit down on the flesh I had dreamed about so often lately. The woman, whom the flesh belonged to, threw back her head, gasping, and pushed the edges of her fingernails deeper into my back. I sucked on the skin till the taste of strawberry-lotion and salt was memorized, and left to linger under my tongue. My mind threw away all pieces of dignity, or whatever amount remained, as I relunctingly pulled my lips away from the deadly naked-neck.

The woman arched her back and kissed my neck, running her fingers up and down my chest.

Her pale flesh reflected the light of the moon, through the window her and the dog would soon be looking out. Together. Her chocolate brown hair was fanned out on the pillow, wild and slightly wet from our last... adventure. Her frail arms were tucked neatly under the pillow we had dragged over from the couch, too lazy to get up and make our way to the bedroom.

I laid beside her feeling as if I was ran over by a truck, wanting to so badly go back to the other women I love and confess that this amazing night had happened and I was the one who convinced the women beside me that it was perfectly okay to sleep with another man, while in another relationship.

Eventually this would all come back to bite me in the ass. Hard too.

Maybe I should go? Leave this condo alone and walk the still dark streets alone, until I found some cab.

No, than I'd just be the jackass who pretended to love her just to screw her. And I'm not that kind of jackass.

It took no time for me to realize I was the kind of jackass to seduce a woman whom I did not deserve to sleep with nor look at. I was the kind of jackass who cheated on his fiancée with her most trusted employee.

Which, if you think about it, is just as bad.

I flipped myself over, turning away from the sleeping woman, no-longer a girl; something I had taken away from her and My traced circles into the carpet as my mind raced with questions, such as: Did I really just have sex with a women who was not Tanya, and enjoy it? Did I really just cheat on my fiancee? All of them were answered the same, with a simple, yet powerful, yes.

My heart pounded against my chset as I recalled previous dates with Bella; almost everything was a blur now. Unclear or fuzzy.

The first three buttons of her shirt was open, exposing a mizture of cleveage and a black bra. Her legs were crossed and her ridiculously short skirt rode up with each flip of the drink menu. The red lipstick, smeered onto her lips created a look- deadly to most men, me included. Slowly, she dragged her tongue against her bottom lip, letting her eye catch mine.

I grabbed Tanya's hand from under the table, and gave it a reasurring squeeze. She looked up, giving me a small smile and continued to eat the rest of her meal. Her assistant's fork scrached against the plate, and suddenly my eyes were at her breast again, where her shirt was opened three buttons too many.

Without warning, the goodess's foot lightly tapped mine.

Shit.

She was playing this game. And I just kicked back.

I considered a drug (something deadly and powerful) was being used to help me pass these moments without guilt or regret.

And I had a feeling that drug was Isabella Swan, my current "love".

Because of this drug, the only thing clear was the love we had just made. Like this drug was only made to remember sex, our sex, Bella and I's moment. Which, my god, I enjoyed. Straining to pleasure her was the greatest part; I had enjoyed the fact she made it difficult for me to hear my name escape her lips. Just the thought got my heart to jolt with a quick 'thump'. With Tanya it was easy, she was easy and maybe that's why I'm in love with her. Maybe, that's why I choose her over the extremely challenging woman laying nude next to me. I could get it when I wanted it.

She had made that clear by the second date.

I sighed and stared at the floor, which had the marks of my previously made circles. I saw the shirt Tanya had only picked out two days ago spread out on the couch Bella and me stole pillows from. My pants only laid at the bottom of my feet, kicked off from tonight's-fast action clothing take off.

The girl next to me stirred, and mumbled something in her sleep. I strained to hear the unidentifiable words that came out of my lovers red lips. My heart raced with the idea of my name slipping delicately out of her lips while in her sleep; it told me I was doing something right, and she was still fully capable of dreaming of me, even after sleeping with me. It boosted the ego.

It also increased the guilt.

I know it's short, but as stated above I wanted to just give you a look at Edward's point of view.