Disclaimer: I don't own it, never have, never will. Plain and simple...a bit depressing actually.
Author's Note: Greetings from Washington! :D Thank God for my iphone, George, he's my saving grace! Speaking of George, I Love LA, anyone? But anyways…here it is...the first official chapter of "For Better For Worse". I hope you guys are ready for this, because well...hell I've been sitting on the edge of my seat waiting and waiting to post this.
So I'm not going to blabber on for too long. Let's get to this.
"We both know that I shouldn't be here
This is wrong
And baby it's killin' me, it's killin' you
Both of us tryin' to be strong
I've got somewhere else to be
Promises to keep
Someone else who loves me
And trusts me fast asleep"
- "The Hardest Thing" by 98 Degrees
A week and a half earlier…
Wednesday, ten days and counting.
"Bella, you awake?" The sound of his velvety, seductive voice lingered through my dreams. I swear the sound of that man's voice could keep me cumming for days.
Such a beautiful specimen of man.
Rolling over in my bed my bare skin came into contact with my one thousand count Egyptian cotton sheets. They were still warm, as if someone had been sleeping there.
Then it hit me.
Memories of last night flickered through my head of last night. It was like watching a movie, the images were crisp and defined.
The hand holding and thumb rubbing across the table as he wined and dined me at the fancy Italian restaurant down by Central Park. Because what we had wasn't cheap or sleazy, we were thoughtful and rich. He was a perfect gentleman when we were together. A constant reminder of how I should be treated.
The laughter and cuddling under a fleece blanket as we rode a carriage through Central Park. A constant reminder of all the moments we shared together, the moments I didn't share with him.
The undying need and urge to touch every inch of skin we could in the cab drive home. A constant reminder of the level of intensity we had when we were together
The struggle to unlock the door to my brownstone, the stumbling up the stairs to my bedroom. The two hours of a sleep I got last night were well worth it for the hours I spent with him, doing what we did best together
Sex.
Pure, unadulterated sex.
Even if it felt more than that, it could never be like that.
Never.
"Sweet cheeks, I know you're awake." his voice again, so crisp and real. If this is some dream my imagination was really playing a trick on me.
Rolling back over and instead of being met by the coldness of empty sheets I was met by something hard poking into my back.
"Oh," I jumped startled at the feeling. My eyes shot open flipping back onto my side.
His deep green eyes were starring down at me, focused on what was covered under the sheet or not covered for that matter. That beautiful face of his was propped up on his hand, his biceps flexing, the veins popping out. The trademark "sex hair" was strewn in every different direction. My fingers ached to run through them, tug at it. My eyes trailed down his perfect jaw bone down to his plump lips pulled up in the "crooked smile" he claimed made the panties drop.
Then down to his sculpted chest. His chest rhythmically rising up and down with each breath he took, each breath drawing out longer.
"See something you like?" His free hand grabbed one of mine leading it under sheet covering the lower part of his body. "Or maybe feel something?" I allowed my fingers to quickly brush up against his hard as a rock morning wood. His cock twitched at the sensation of my touch.
Why, hello there.
"Maybe, or maybe there are just some things shouldn't go wasted," I flirted.
I never got a chance to finish my sentence before his mouth assaulted mine, his teeth pulling on my lips with hunger and fervor.
"Oh and what sort of things are those?" his body hovered over me as he contemplated his next move. His throbbing erection rubbed up against my inner thigh pausing at my entrance. "Tell me, Bella, is this what you want?" He thrust into me once before pulling out.
God damn tease.
"God yes," I moaned grabbing fistfuls of his hair pulling his mouth down to mine.
He entered me in one fluid moment. No amount of warning could've prepared me for the feeling of him inside of me. We fit together, like two pieces of a puzzle. We knew what the other liked and disliked. A surge of electricity surged through my body reaching every possible nerve ending.
With Edward it was always a mind blowing experience, never a dull moment. It was always like the first time. No matter how well we knew each other's bodies there was always lots of touching, kissing, and exploring.
"Holy Jesus, Bella, you feel like you've never been fucked bef-"
"Bella, baby? You awake? I'm home!" Mike's voice echoed from downstairs interrupting Edward.
Our eyes shot towards each other's wide with fear.
Mike, my fiancé, was home.
Early.
"Bella?" He called again, this time his voice getting closer.
"Shit, Edward, Mike's home. Shit, shit, shit," I panicked running my fingers through my hair before realizing that I needed to get myself out of the compromising position I was in. "Get the fuck off me."
My hands pushed against his chest and I ducked under his arm running around the room to pick up the random pieces of clothing thrown about.
Edward sighed lying back on the bed.
"Don't just lay there, Edward. Get up, you need to leave. Make a quick exit, you can go out the balcony, climb down the lattice." I threw him his pile of clothes, running over to grab a silk robe off a chair to cover myself up.
"You know, I didn't sign up for this, Bella. I'm a grown man, I'm not supposed to be thrown out of a bedroom window like I'm in high school again," he nagged pulling his jeans up his legs, not even bothering with the boxers. "If you would just-"
No.
He couldn't finish that sentence. I knew where that sentence was heading. It was heading in a direction I didn't want to go.
"Yeah well, you know the rules. What Mike doesn't know can't hurt him. Now get out of here," I interrupted throwing the French doors leading out to the balcony of the master bedroom open in attempts to usher him out.
"You owe me, Swan." He walked out onto the balcony. "You know that? You're a fucking tease. Getting a man all worked up."
"You're one to talk." I followed him out there, pulling my robe close. Before turning to climb over the balcony railing he looked at me grabbing my wrist pulling me close to him.
Our eyes met and in a flash my body was pulled against his. His fingers weaved through my already tangled locks, a hand resting at the base of my neck. His lips, god his lips, were attached to mine.
No matter how many times he's said he hates sneaking around, how I should just leave Mike and be happy with him, how many times he's threatened to stop everything, I know he loves it.
The adrenaline rush you get knowing you could get caught and anytime does something to you.
"One for the road," Edward smirked as he pulled away from me.
"Get the hell out of here," I hissed nearly pushing him off the balcony.
"Bella?" Mike's voice came from behind me. He was in the room.
I spun on my heels running back into the room.
"Mikey, you're back," I exclaimed running over to him.
"I wanted to surprised you and come home early," he cooed pulling me against his body. His hands went to my hair pushing every strand of hair away from my face. "God I missed you."
Looking deep into his eyes I recognized that look. It was the look he got when he wanted something, needed something. He was leaning into me his lips pouted in an awkward pouty-first-kiss-I-don't-know-what-I'm-doing kiss. It wasn't attractive, at all, not even a little.
I found myself asking the question that crossed my mind several times during the day.
Why am I marrying him? Why am I doing this to myself?
Right, because I wanted to be taken care of in comfort. What people do to ensure they're financially set for the rest of their lives. That's the type of comfort I could have with Mike. Comfort I had to grin and bear it for.
"I missed you too, Mikey, I missed you too," I breathed taking a deep breath I leaned in closing the gap between our lips.
Just as our lips were about to meet she walked into the room.
"Michael? Isabella?"
I groaned and Mike dropped the hand that was at my face in defeat.
"Yes, mother," he replied.
I leaned over pulling my robe closer around my body and so the bane of my existence. The one reason why the rest of my life is going to be hell.
Margaret Newton.
It was seven in the morning and the lady was already dressed to impress. She was dressed in her signature Armani suit, Jimmy Choos and her hair was pulled back into a low bun.
"Good you're up, Isabella. I was afraid you were going to be dead asleep. We've got tons to discuss this morning. Only eleven days until your big day." She stepped into the room bending down to pick up the dress I wore last night off of the floor. "Late night, Isabella? You know it's not appropriate for a young lady like yourself to be out late gallivanting around the town with her friends."
Nothing is ever appropriate for young ladies, not when Margaret Newton is concerned.
I glanced over at Mike who was standing there silent in the room next to me. I don't even know why I was looking at him for help. When it came to his mother, to Mama Newton, she always won, always. She would always be number one in his life.
"Come now, Isabella, get dressed. We've got tons to do. You're not busy today right?"
Even if I was doing something it didn't matter.
She didn't even give me a second to reply before she answered the question for me.
"Good, get dressed, I'll be downstairs," Mama Newt said as she turned on her heels and started to leave the room, but then she stopped and turned back to face us. "Oh and, Isabella, you've really let the room go," she threw my dress that was still in her hands on the bed, "you really need to pick up around here. You've really let the place go."
I smiled.
She smiled back and walked out.
"Mama's right, Bella. You really have let the room go. What were you doing last night?" Mike asked as glanced around the room.
Like I said before, Mama Newt would always come before me. He would always be on her side.
"I was out with my friends, that is okay, right? I can go out with my friends...or is that not appropriate for a young lady to do? Or would you rather I stay home all day making sure every single piece inch of the room is clean?" I huffed.
"Bella, you know I don't care if you hang out with your friends. Just make sure you get the things you need to get done before you do."
"Well, excuse me that I decided to have some fun. You weren't supposed to be home until tonight. I was going to spend all day cleaning up the house, but now, now I'm stuck spending the day with your mom. So, forgive me if the house doesn't get clean for another day. I'm sorry, Michael," I shook my head, I couldn't help the spiteful tone in my voice.
"Bella…"
"I need to take a shower, excuse me." I brushed past him on my way towards the bathroom.
"Mind if I join you?" he said loosening the tie around his neck.
"Actually I do. I need sometime to myself. Why don't you go downstairs with your mommy?"
"Much better, Isabella," Mama Newt said as I walked into the kitchen. "That is a rather lovely dress."
Her eyes scanned my appearance as I continued to walk into the kitchen. I could feel her eyes judging me. Her compliments were always veiled with some under lying dig on the way I dress or the way I act.
"Thank you, mother," I smiled politely walking over to the counter pouring myself a cup of coffee.
"Although that shade of pink against your skin makes you seem blotchy and flushed."
Gee, thanks Mama Newt. You really know how to make a girl feel good about herself.
What are you supposed to say to that?
"I'm going to take a quick shower, I'll leave you two to talk wedding," Mike said getting up from the table.
He walked up to me placing a kiss on my cheek before disappearing leaving me with his mother.
"Come sit down, Isabella," she gestured to the empty seat next to her. "We've got loads to discuss about the next week and a half. I hope you don't have anything planned."
"No, of course not. It's not like I'm doing anything anyways. All I do is sit around the house and clean and cook and you know what? It's not even important."
She smiled.
"Well good," she turned to her right and pulled a big, thick white binder out of her bag, setting it on the table. "Today we've got a meeting with the event coordinator and the decorator at Gotham Hall to go over the final details for the reception. Then we need to head to St. Bart's to meet with the florist to talk about the flower arrangements. I thought that maybe we could grab some lunch. Oh, and we need to come back here and finalize the table settings. Also, sometime this week we need to get together and square away the seating chart," she explained as she flipped through the pages of the binder of doom.
"Oh…" my eyes scanned the pages of the binder. "Sounds like you have a whole day planned for us."
"Yes I told you, dear, I wasn't lying when I said I had a lot planned. Now tomorrow you've got your final dress fitting at the boutique. There's no time to alter the dress anymore, so you need to watch what you're eating. Maybe cut down on the carbs and eat smaller meals. Ditch the coffee, caffeine is bad for you," she reached across the table sliding my cup of coffee away from me.
This was going to be a long day.
"Alice you don't understand. I was dragged all around the city by Mama Newt who constantly nit picked every single thing I did," I cried, to Alice Whitlock, my best friend and Edward's younger sister, rubbing my temples. I was lying on the couch, my stocking-clad feet propped up on the arm of the couch. Damn I hated stockings, but according to Mama Newt, stockings are proper and every young lady should wear them.
Whatever.
I just spent five hours with Mama Newt.
Five hours.
Five fucking hours with mama newt and I was ready to commit suicide. She dragged me all over town to St. Bart's, where I sat there for an hour listening to her argue with the florists about using white peonies with red roses versus white and pink peonies for the arrangements hanging on the pew. The florist would go on and on and on about how expensive peonies were and that it would be a bit more cost efficient to mix the two flowers, then Mama Newt would said that she wanted peonies and she would get peonies. She always got what she wanted no matter what, she would only ever have only the best for her precious Michael.
I was then whisked across town to Gotham where I looked at three different table settings and I swear, no joke, each table setting looked the same. Each different setting was matched with a different pairing of table cloths. To me all three choices were white and red, but apparently it was three different shades of white matched with the blood red, I chose.
Then she dragged me to lunch at the Waldorf. Where I ate a thirty dollar salad I could've made my self for ten dollars and had twice as much. She spent the entire lunch ranting and raving about grandchildren. How they would go to some fancy hoity toity preschool to precede some over the top elementary school, to have them graduate from the very high school their father graduated from and the one his parents both graduated from, not to mention h is grandfather and great grandmother, Brighton Academy.
I wasn't even married and my life was planned out for me. It made me question why exactly I was doing this, marrying Mike.
Then she paid signed the check she paid for with her black Amex card, leaving the waitress a hell of a huge tip.
The money.
I was shallow, yes, but my mom always told me to make sure I looked out for myself. To make sure I would be "secured" financially. She always told me love would come with time.
Sure I loved Mike, but it wasn't that grand gesture, head over heels, can't stand to be away from each other love. It was more of an I love you for what you've done for me versus who you are. The kind of love that you sacrificed great sex for, or at least that was the kind of love I was sacrificing great sex for. Not sure I'm ready to give up the great sex that I wasn't having with my fiancé but it needed to happen. I wouldn't be one of those stay at home wives who has a man on the side sneaking out of the window when her husband comes home unexpectedly.
"Bella, Bella you there?" Alice asked.
I almost forgot she was there.
"Yeah sorry, Ali, my mind wandered."
"I would say. But like I was saying, she can't be THAT bad, Bella. I mean you're marrying her only son, heir to the Newton fortune. His parents built their fortune from that god-awful sporting goods store the first opened in the Bronx. She's bound to be a handful, she's supposed to be. She's your mother-in-law, Bella."
"Soon-to-be mother-in-law," I corrected. "She's just horrendous, Alice. I wish you could've been there. She's constantly picking at everything I do. Is it not enough that I sat through a year of that damn charm school, proper manner classes when I first started dating Mike?"
"I know, Bella. Listen, I've got to get going, I've got to get ready for a cocktail party tonight. We're still on for tomorrow, right?"
"Yes," I groaned.
I wasn't looking forward to the events that were taking place tomorrow. I was spending the afternoon with my maid of honor, Alice, and my other bridesmaid, Rosalie McCarty. We were meeting up at the boutique for the fitting then heading over to Tavern on the Green for lunch.
The sole purpose of our gathering being the dress.
That dress.
Oh god, the dress.
"Great. I'll meet you and Rose at the boutique, we can take a taxi together to the Green. I can't wait to see this dress you've talked about so much. It can't be that bad, I mean it's your wedding dress. You wouldn't have picked a dress you weren't comfortable with."
Oh Alice, little did you know...
"I guess you're right," I admitted.
"Okay, I'll see you tomorrow at one."
I hung up the phone and sighed. My head was throbbing and I really needed an aspirin.
"Bella? Baby, I'm home." Mike yelled as he opened the door.
"In the living room."
Mike walked into the room just as he was shrugging his suit jacket off his shoulders.
"Hey, baby, what's for dinner? I'm starving."
"I haven't even started on dinner. I just got home from running around New York City with your mother, I'm tired, my feet hurt, and my head is killing me from all the arguments and nit picking from your mother…"
"Oh come on, Bella., it couldn't have been that bad. You were supposed to have dinner on the table when I got home," he wined loosening his tie up.
"Mike I'm really tired. Can't we just go out and get something, maybe order in."
"But, Bella," he started to stalk towards me. His fingers finally undoing his tie. He had that look in his eyes. That look of desire, of lust. God I was fucked. "You know how much I love your cooking."
He walked over to the couch lifting my feet up and sitting down.
"Mikey, but I've been out all day. Can't we just order take out, please?"
"Bella, but there's just so much," he spread my legs apart inching his way up my body. "You can offer."
"Mike," I groaned rubbing my temples.
I wasn't in the mood for this. I'd spent all day with mama newt and she certainly wasn't exactly the best mood setter.
Although I should be all for a little romp between the sheets seeing as my morning wake up call was cut short by my fiancé coming home early. I wasn't, especially if it had anything to do with the newt quickie.
"Bella, I've missed you so damn much." he leaned into, hitching one of my legs up on his hips. He pushed the skirt of my dress up.
"Uh huh," I nodded. I knew where this was going. I knew that look in his eyes. Mike was gone for a week, that was seven days Mike had without sex.
I knew exactly where this was going.
And it was only moments before I found myself with the skirt of my dress hiked all the way up past my hips, my lace panties thrown somewhere in the living room. Mike's pants hanging down one of his legs.
"Ungh, baby I'm almost there…" his annoying, nasally wanna be sexy husky voice growled from on top of me. His hips furiously thrusting into me.
You know, I always thought sex is supposed to be something you enjoy right? Something that your body craves? The opposite sex is supposed to draw you in like a moth to a flame.
If this was the case…
Can someone…PLEASE…Anyone!
Anyone, please, fucking tell my why it is I'm here beneath this heap of man that I call my fiancé not feeling a thing?
Somebody?
Anybody?
Nobody?
I mean shit, it's not like I'm not attracted to him, because I am. There's just something about him, something about us that I can't put my finger on.
Or maybe it was the mere fact I spent the whole day listening to his mother ramble on about wedding details.
Whatever it was, I had to put on the happy face and do what I did best.
Fake it.
So I have to play the "good fiancé" game and fake the orgasm, play up the moans, tug at the hair. All to ensure my fiancé is satisfied. To make sure he doesn't realize that he hasn't made me cum for weeks, yet I walk around my head held high with a stupid grin like I'd just got fucked three ways from Sunday. Yet, he personally hadn't made me cum in weeks.
Small detail.
What was I going to do when we actually got married? When I had to…
I don't even want to think about what I have to do soon. What it is I'm going to lose. Let's just not talk about it and reminisce on the good times. Yeah, the good times where he spent a whole twenty-four hour period loving me, loving every part of my body.
Mike would never do that. It was all about him, getting him off, pleasing him.
I needed to stop thinking. I needed to stop thinking about him, while my fiancé was attempting to have sex with me. I needed to do my job.
"That's it baby, harder," I moaned.
Fist hand through his hair.
Kiss his neck.
Wrap legs around his hips.
Going through the motions.
I was a pro at this. I could fake an orgasm in my sleep.
"Bella, I'm gonna…" he yelled out.
Oh thank baby Jesus for small mercies, he's nearly done.
His pace quickened. I matched it by tightening my legs around his hips, matching each of his thrusts.
"That's it baby," I moaned with a quick eye roll.
It's not like he'd see. He always scrunched his eyes closed and face up like a little piggy the few seconds before he came.
This was seriously becoming an issue. I'm actually willing to marry this guy and for some reason the sex is just…
Sex.
Bad sex.
Not like the sex with…
"Oh my…Bella you're amazing," he huffed as his body collapsed on top of mine in hot and sweaty mess.
Oh, it's over?
Finally!
"You're not too bad yourself tiger," I flirted with that sexy seductive smirk he liked.
He rolled his body off of mine, managing to squeeze in between my body and the back of the couch. He reached down pulling his pants back on and then wrapped his arms around my body.
Oh, cuddle time.
What a highlight, the after sex loving little snuggle. I wonder how long it will take him to fall asleep this time.
What happened to dinner?
"Mikey?"
"Yeah?" he muttered into my hair.
"What about dinner?"
"Can't you just cook something here? I want to spend as much time with you as I can before I have to leave again tonight."
"Oh I don't know if I have…wait, what? You're leaving? Mike you just got home. Where could you possibly be going now? You were supposed to be back this afternoon, is that why you came home early this morning? Because you knew you were going to have to leave again?" I sat up on the couch pulling away from his grasp.
"Bella, baby, you have to understand I have so much to do. I'm taking two weeks off for the honeymoon so I can take you Europe like you wanted. There are just some things that need to get done before I leave. We just signed a deal to open up fifteen stores in California, Bella, fifteen!"
That damned store, that fucking store that his family owned. I loathed that store and all the damn sporting goods or whatever it was they sold in it. But it was that store that funded my shopping trips with Alice. The very store that funding the gaudy two carat canary yellow engagement ring sitting on my finger.
I'd grin and bare it for the sake of looking good. Must keep up with the Jones's and all that... more like keep up with his brother's good-for-nothing, precious, no complaining Barbie look-a-like wife. I'll be damned if that Bitch shows me up in anything. She knows I'm better than her and she tries her hardest to step all over me. She doesn't know who she's messing with, I don't play around. You fuck with me, you get fucked. Besides, dear ol' Mama Newt wouldn't like it if I wasn't "supportive" of her son's so-called success.
It was a sacrifice that had to be made if I wanted to live a comfortable life.
Sacrifices that included me continuously left unsatisfied after a quickie that sent him cumming like a fucking hormonal teenager. Sacrifices that included sleeping alone six nights out of seven because "the store" had business he had to tend to. Sacrifices which included taking on the horrendous last name that belonged to my fiancé first.
Newton.
Bella Newton.
Isabella Newton.
All for the sake of looking good and being comfortable, right?
My mother always said you can always fall in love with someone over time. She always told me to find myself a man that can support me. She always told me not to go for a man because of sex, because you could take care of yourself in other ways. Nice to know she wasn't with my father or any of her exes for any mind-blowing orgasms.
"Baby, say something." He looked down at me his eyes all fucking puppy eyed and shit. Oh, do the pout, Mike. Like I'm going to get over this with you using the same bullshit a four year old uses to get an extra cookie with their milk.
"Say something? We're getting married in a week and a half, Mike. You're supposed to be there with me every step of the way. I feel like I'm marrying your mom because she's been more involved in our wedding that you've been," I huffed getting up off the couch. I really needed blow off some steam before I said something I would regret in the long run. Do something I really didn't mean to do.
"Bella don't be like that." he sat up on the couch.
"You're never home, Mike, ever. I understand you have an obligation to your job, to your family, but what about me? Is this how it's going to be when we're married? Am I going to have to spend every night alone in our bed because you're out on business trips?"
"Baby, you know I love you. I'm just trying to support you, in order for me to support you I have to do this. You said you understood."
"I do understand, Mike, I do. But is it too much to ask to spend time with you without time constraints? Because that's what it feels like. I see your mother more than I see you!" I spat, my fists balling up.
"Have I ever told you how hot you look when you're mad?" He smirked getting off of the couch and walked towards me.
"Mike, I'm being serious here and all you can think about is how hot I look when I'm mad?"
"I was just joking baby." He reached out to touch me and I flinched away.
I was upset and I wasn't even sure why. I got over the fact that he was never home a long time ago.
"Just leave me alone, Mike."
"No," he said pulling at my wrist.
What part of leave me alone did he not understand? I swear he's like a dog sometimes. Always there when you don't want him to be. I suddenly wasn't that averse to kicking puppies anymore. Not if they were six foot one, blond haired, blue eyed and didn't know the difference between my clit and my elbow. That version of a puppy I'd love to stick my six inch Louboutin heel into.
"Bella, we need to sort this through. I'm sorry. I'll talk to my dad, maybe my brother can go to California tonight instead. I'm sure it'll be no problem. Just let me call him." He reached out to hug me and I gave in collapsing into his body. "Bella, I love you, I'll do anything to make you happy. You need anything, let me know, I'll get it for you."
He always got like this when I was angry at him. He was his way of making up for being such an ass all the time.
"I love you too, Mike. I just need some time to clear my head. I'm going to see if Alice or Rosalie want to grab something to eat. I'll be home later. What time are you leaving?"
He looked down at me, hurt.
"Ten."
"Okay, if I don't make it home by time you leave, have a great flight, call me when you get in. How long are you going to be gone?"
"Just until Sunday, I'll be back in time for Sunday dinner at Alice's."
"Okay," I leaned up kissing his cheek. "I love you, just please work on cutting hours down so we can spend more time together, please?"
"I'll talk to my dad tonight. I love you, Bella."
"I love you too."
I brought my hand up to the door giving a nice, quick knock.
I hoped he was home and not pulling extra shifts at the hospital like he tended to do.
The door flew open and he stood there looking at me, a confused look on his face. He was shirtless wearing only a pair of flannel PJ bottoms, his hair was dripping wet.
"Bella? Is everything okay?" he asked studying my appearance.
My eyes must've been bloodshot from the few tears I shed on the cab ride over. My hair probably all sexed up still.
I didn't say a word.
I did what I came here for.
I ran straight into him, wrapping my arms tightly around his body. My head resting on his chest letting the smell of his after shave and soap envelop my senses.
He wrapped an arm around me as he took a few steps back allowing him to close the door.
"Oh, Bella," he whispered combing his fingers through my hair. "Whatever it is, I'm sure it'll all work out."
I felt his lips press into the top of my head.
"Edward?" I sighed. Raising my head off his chest I looked up at him. His green eyes looking down at me.
"Yeah?"
"Love me."
"Bella, not like this. There's obviously something going on and-"
"Edward, just for tonight, just this one time. Love me, all night. I need to feel wanted. I need to feel like someone cares about me," I pleaded.
"Oh, Bella…"
He leaned down pressing his lips to mine. I felt that surge of electricity course through my body like it always did when he kissed me.
I pulled away looking him straight in the eyes.
"Love me, Edward. Show me how much you care, show me what it's like to feel whole."
He didn't say a word.
He took a step away from me and sighed.
His hand reached out, turned up, waiting for me.
He was asking for permission.
He was looking for something from me to say it was okay.
I placed my hand in his and smiled.
Returning the gesture, the corners of his lips pursed up into his heart warming smile. He tugged my arm forward pulling me close to his body. His head dipped down, his lips hovering at my temple.
"Let me show you exactly how you should be loved, Bella."
Yes, Bella is cheating on Mike with Edward.
Yes, Bella is engaged to be married to Mike.
Yes, Bella has a cliche Monster, oops I mean Mother-in-law.
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