Well here it is. Chapter 3. Hope you enjoy.

Thanks again all of you who have read my little fanfic and have encouraged me to keep going. A very, very special thanks to my beta, OhHereKittyKitty, who is like my fanfic guardian angel sent from above. Heart you hard girl.

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DISCLAIMER: All characters belong to the one and only Stephenie Meyer. I own nothing. I simply live vicariously through her books.

How could you call her baby?

How could she be your lady?

Thought you were mine

Thought I was yours

How could you call her sweetheart?

How come you're breakin' my heart?

How could you be so wrong?

Shanna, "How Could You Call Her Baby"

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*BPOV*

I don't know what possessed me to get my myself down to that hotel. Perhaps it was the way that female voice sounded on the other end of the line. Taunting me. Mocking me. Making a fool out of me. I decided I was entirely too much of a nervous wreck to drive myself midtown, so I took a cab instead. I gave the cabbie the name of the hotel and asked him to take the fastest route there. He complied, getting me there in under twenty minutes.

I was torturing myself the entire drive there, trying to think of exactly what I was going to do once I arrived. Was I supposed to just walk up to the reception desk and ask what room Mike Newton was staying in? Or was Jessica planning this whole thing so that I wouldn't have to work too hard to see what was going on? Once the cab arrived at my destination I was immediately shocked at the sight of the hotel. Its generic name, Hotel 31, had at first given me the impression that it was a cheap motel, but looking at it, you realize it is anything but. The upscale brick building held its own in the upper east side of New York, each of its rooms with its own private balcony with french doors leading out to them.

There must have been some pretty powerful forces at work that night because just as I was getting out of the cab, I caught sight of Mike and a blond woman, who I assumed was Jessica, arriving at the hotel entrance. They were holding on to each other, almost in an embrace, as they walked right through the front door. They were oblivious to the fact that I was watching them from just across the street. I stood there, still for a moment, trying to let my thoughts catch up to my nerves, because I had no fucking idea what I was supposed to do next. I felt a chill through my body that stiffened my bones. I extended my arms and noticed that I wasn't wearing anything but a flimsy t-shirt and sweatpants, and it was actually starting to get chilly outside. I looked behind me and noticed that there was a convenience store still open. I figured I was better off going in to warm myself up while I put my thoughts in order.

The convenience store smelled strongly of incense, causing my stomach to turn from the combination of the smell and the nervous feeling I already had. I walked in and stopped at the glass window overlooking the street, staying still for a few minutes watching the hotel entrance. I was focusing on the hotel when I heard the convenience store clerk ask me if I was okay, to which I answered that I was fine. The clerk nodded and turned his attention back to the customer at the counter. When I turned my head back to the window, one of the balconies caught my attention because I could clearly see the silhouettes of two bodies reflected behind the sheer white curtains of the french door. The silhouettes appeared to be a man and a woman. They were kissing, arms around each other in an embrace. The french door slowly opened and the two bodies stepped outside to the balcony, revealing who they truly were.

The man, clearly Mike at this point, kissed the blond woman, clearly Jessica, as she bent her head backwards exposing her neck. Mike dropped very tender kisses from her mouth all the way down to her neck, making Jessica quiver. It was the single most affectionate thing I had ever seen Mike do. He has never, ever, kissed me that way in all of our years of marriage. I stood there and watched as Mike seduced Jessica in ways he had never done with me, loving her with his mouth and hands, until they both retired back inside the room and turned off the lights.

I cannot pinpoint the exact moment it happened, but sometime during those few minutes I stared at that balcony from the safety of the inside of the convenience store, something delicate snapped inside of me. Maybe that something that snapped was what was left of my sanity because I felt my mind fold within itself, enveloped with the images of what I had just seen. I didn't feel like myself anymore, but a stranger taking over my mind and body. This stranger was very angry and bitter and wanted everyone responsible for making me feel this way to be held accountable. I felt the stranger shake my body, commanding me to snap out of it, and face those fucking bastards that were laughing at me from that fucking hotel room. At that moment, I sort of understood why crimes of passion are committed. Why, after loving someone for so long, you could literally let yourself destroy that person in a matter of minutes after having endured so much. The stranger inside of me threatened to take over and do unspeakable things to Mike and Jessica, things that I had never in my life even seen in movies.

The clerk called out to me again, making a gesture with his hand, signaling the tears streaming down my face and looking very concerned. The stranger within me took my shaking hands and angrily wiped the traitor tears from my face, the ones I was shedding in honor of the love I once felt for my husband. This asshole did not deserve my tears. He deserved nothing from me, at all, except the guarantee that I will make his life a living, tormenting hell. A plan formed in my head, and it was not to play the victim this time, as I had done for so many years. I briefly thought about going up there and facing Mike and Jessica, but what good would that do? The more I thought about it, the more I was convinced that taking that course of action will only make me look like the pathetic jealous wife. I mean, really, how was I going to react once I got up there and Jessica answered the door with Mike in bed? Was I going to stab them to death? I really should, but that's not what a smart person would do. That's what a loser does right before going to prison. My plan didn't involve hurting anyone, at least not physically. I closed my eyes and the stranger within me flashed just one word in front of my closed eyelids. PAYBACK.

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When I arrived home I thanked God that I had asked my mother to take Nessie for the night. I was definitely not in the right frame of mind to take care of her right now. I felt disturbed and agitated from all the anger coursing through my body, and I needed a vehicle to channel all those feelings through, and fast. I thought about the things that Mike loved the most, besides Nessie and his job, and how I could use that against him. I walked into his office and looked around. Mike was a freak when it came to his Yankees collection, as evident by the slew of memorabilia plastered on the office walls. He had autographed baseball bats, baseballs and pictures of the team players, all carefully framed and mounted on his "wall of fame" as he called it. As I took in his impressive collection, I thought about how much it would piss him off were it to be damaged or disappeared. I took matters into my own hands. The stranger within me took charge again and I marched down to my closet to secure a medium sized cardboard box and took it back to Mike's office. I proceeded to angrily take everything down from the memorabilia covered walls and placed Mike's treasured items into the box, feeling a weight off my shoulders with each item dropped in there.

Bernie Williams autographed baseball...check. Derek Jeter autographed baseball bat...check. Picture of the entire year two thousand team, signed by each of the players and the manager...check. Player autographed trading cards...check. All forcefully pulled from the wall and dropped into the cardboard box. I took my purse and I lifted the now heavy box and pushed it down the hall and into the elevator, closing the door behind me. I kicked the box a few times while the elevator descended, as if it was its fault that I was bitter and angry. Once I arrived at the ground floor, I pushed it a few more feet to the exit and hauled it down the street to throw it into my minivan's trunk.

As I closed the trunk, I noticed a few people walking down the street who were eying me suspiciously as if I was a lunatic. But hell if I cared...this is New York and people here just don't give a fuck if you're bleeding to death in front of their house. I walked to the front and climbed into the van, bringing the engine to life, and I pulled out of the very tight parallel parking space I was in. I drove a few miles downtown looking for a place to get rid of the evidence, then I saw it: the Salvation Army! This was the perfect place to drop the items that were my husband's pride and joy. I pulled into a parking spot I saw right in front. The place was closed since it was late at night, but that wasn't enough to stop me from carrying out my vengeance. I noticed they had a drop-box right next to the door, so I opened the mailbox-like opening, took one of the baseballs and dropped it inside, making a clanking noise against the hollow metal enclosure. I continued to throw each and every one of Mike's precious props into the drop box until my cardboard box was empty. My work here was done.

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I got home and plopped myself down on the bed, crying my eyes out thinking of what I had witnessed a few hours ago. I couldn't get a grip on how to handle the situation. The influx of emotions I felt was rendering me emotionally handicapped and I could not see past the hurt. I felt split in two, as if my id and my superego were battling it out gladiator style.

My id, which I have come to call "the stranger within me", kept telling me to get even and hurt Mike with all my might. Get back at him for all the wrong he has done me. I called it a stranger because it exhumed emotions out of me that I had never felt before. Never in my life had I felt so much passion towards hurting someone. The last few hours have made me realize that I was capable of doing things I had never even imagined I had the will to do.

Yet I felt my superego, or conscience, also pulling me aside and reprimanding me because I was not a child anymore and I could not afford to act as if there were no consequences. I had to make a decision. Will I face Mike? Will I tell him that I saw him tonight at the hotel as he groped Jessica? The answer of course was no. I didn't have the guts. I didn't have the courage. I was just an angry, bitter woman with no nerve whatsoever. I was pathetic.

This line of thinking stirred the stranger within me even more. I thought I was going insane, like I was about to split into all these different personalities that I struggled to hold on to. I wrapped myself up with the sheets and assumed the fetal position, rocking back and forth trying to get a grip on my emotions. What had I done to deserve this? Why have I been forsaken? I felt as if I was about to have an anxiety attack. I untangled myself from the covers and climbed out of the bed, shaking incessantly, and rushing to the bathroom to get to the medicine cabinet.

I never took painkillers or any kind of medication, but Mike did. I made a futile attempt to find any kind of drug that would calm me the fuck down because I knew that I couldn't accomplish that on my own in the state that I was in. I couldn't find anything at all, just Tylenol and eye drops. I groaned in frustration and jetted to the closet, going through Mike's things to see what I could find. I maniacally pulled shirt and pant pockets out one by one. I came across a pair of pants that Mike hardly ever wore unless it was a special occasion. They were the pants I had bought him last year for his birthday. I knew he had worn them once when he packed it for one of his business trips and then had brought them back for laundering. I felt something inside one of the pockets I was searching, and when I pulled it out, I saw that it was a folded piece of paper. I looked at it for a few seconds before unfolding it, then I read its contents:

I love you like no one else will. Looking forward to the day you will be free and we can finally be together to love one another as we both deserve. xoxoxo, Jessica.

It was at that moment I realized who, between my id and my superego, will win this internal battle. It occurred to me that what I had done to Mike's material things was nothing compared to what he was putting me through. Taking a few of his things and throwing them away was not the way I was going to make him get down on his knees and beg forgiveness from me until they bled. There was only one thing Mike loved more than his baseball knick-knacks. What Mike loved most was himself. Pure, unending selfishness was what drove him. The feeling of having the perfect family, the perfect child, the perfect wife. Being able to hold that while still doing whatever the hell he wanted. That was what he loved the most. What would happen to his little macho ego if that was no longer the case? What would he do if the tables turned on him, and instead of being the victimizer, he suddenly became the victim? What would he do if his trophy wife became an utter and total bitch.

Fuck you Mike Newton. Fuck you and your fucking little ego. Fuck everything you stand for and fuck the way you changed the harmless girl you met in high school into this bitter, fucked up woman I am today. You will pay for this. I fucking swear.

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*EPOV*

I wanted to force myself to stop thinking about Bella and the dream I had about her the night before, but I couldn't. All I could think about that morning was her, naked, touching herself and inviting me to watch. I figured a change of scenery was in order, so I decided to take the subway to work today, instead of moving my car from its very convenient parking spot right across the street.

The ride to work would have been pleasant, had it not been for the fact that the subway car was crowded and there were no seats available. I had to stand and hold on to those God forsaken rails they have mounted at the top, and then be shaken around from side to side while the train sped from one station to the other. All in all, I was at least thankful that my mind was occupied with the subway nonsense for the time being and I wasn't thinking about the woman who had haunted my dreams the night before and caused me the single most embarrassing moment since I was fifteen. Thank God I live alone! I wouldn't want to have to explain to anyone how it was that my sheets were nice and sticky this morning.

I stopped at a mobile coffee cart that parks across the street from the office building and was ordering a cup of coffee and a bagel when I caught sight of Bella. She was on the other side of the street, walking towards the office entrance. Even from far away she was stunning. She had a certain aura or some shit that made her seem so mysterious and so puzzling, yet she wasn't the supermodel type, at all. Instead, she was this beautiful thing in a small package that represented a riddle that begged to be solved. There was something different about the way she looked today. She was just as beautiful as yesterday, but there was something that I couldn't put my finger on, something that made her seem grave.

I paid for my breakfast and ran across the street trying to catch up to her. I was only successful at catching Bella at the front desk, leaning against it and talking to Fran. She must have felt my presence because as soon as I took two steps towards her, she turned around to look at me. I realized at that moment that my initial assessment of her mood today was correct. I stared into those deep brown eyes and saw gloom and sadness. The dark circles under her eyes were a physical manifestation that she had not gotten much sleep. I couldn't help but wonder what had happened to her between yesterday and today to make her look like that. I mean, yesterday she was not exactly a cheerleader and she practically told me off, but today is definitely worse. Definitely.

"Hiiiii Edwarrrddd," said Fran, looking way too happy to see me. Her New York accent even more prominent than yesterday, if that was even possible.

"Oh, hi Fran. Good morning," I said and turned to look at Bella. "Good morning, Bella. Hope you are doing well."

Bella looked at me, the expression on her face unreadable. I didn't know what to think at that moment. Was she mad? What was she thinking? After a few seconds, she finally met my eyes.

"Good morning, Edward. Ready for your second day?" she managed to turn the corners of her lip up into a slight smile.

"You bet. I have a great teacher, so I'm definitely excited to see what's in store for today." I smiled back at her, hoping that a warm smile would be enough to brighten up her day.

"Well, we still have a lot of material to cover, but now I have to go up and talk to Emmett for a few minutes. He left me a message here with Fran that he needed to talk to me first thing this morning about how far we've gotten with your training. He wants to know if you were ready to start working on your own," said Bella, seemingly flustered by what was obviously my brother being a nuisance.

"Wow, already? I've only had training one day. I hope he doesn't expect me to be up and running already," I said, bolstering her argument.

"Exactly! I really don't think we've covered nearly enough for you to be able to work alone." Bella walked to me and placed one hand on my chest, flirtatiously patting it, trying to reassure me. "Don't worry. I'm going to go talk to him now."

I nodded to her. At that moment, with her hand on my chest, I would have believed anything she told me. She could have told me the earth was flat and that the sun revolved around it, and I would gladly accept it. She gave me that weak smile again and slid her hand down from my chest. This maybe happened in a span of a quarter of a second, but I knew better. I felt it. Bella was trying to discreetly caress my chest! As she walked towards the elevator, I watched her intently as long as I could, until the elevator doors closed, and blocked my vision of her. I didn't know what to think of her anymore. One minute she's glaring at me in disgust, and the next, she's playfully patting my chest. Was she flirting?

"My, my, aren't we smooth?" said Fran in between giggles.

"Excuse me?" I said, extremely annoyed with her comment. What the hell? Shouldn't she be minding her own business?

Fran just laughed even louder and winked at me. I just glared at her. I couldn't believe how blunt she was. I stalked towards the door leading to the Boiler Room, as Bella told me they called this section of the company, since it was where all the action happened. To me, it just looked like a large room filled with cubicles and no windows. One endless maze for the rats to get lost in. I marched towards my cubicle and sat at my desk, reviewing the notes I had taken the day prior, until Bella came back from upstairs. I'm not sure exactly how long she was up there, because I completely lost track of time. Before I knew it, she was knocking on the metal of the cubicle dividers trying to catch my attention.

"Um, I just talked to your brother," she said looking disappointed. "He says that he really needs me to get the work done today that I couldn't get to yesterday while I was training you. I have a bunch of claims that need to be entered by the end of the day and Emmett doesn't want anyone else touching my accounts, so I have to do it myself. He says you should be good training with Alice in the meantime, just the general data entry stuff we all have to do, but that we should get together again after I finish my work to continue training. He says that he wants you fully trained by the end of the week, even if that means working late, which is what's going to have to happen today if we are going to make any headway."

Working late with Bella. Not bad at all Emmett, not bad at all! I had to wonder what the hell it was my brother was trying to do to me by putting me in this situation. Was this his idea of a sick joke? Whatever his motives are, one thing I knew for sure was that I may have to thank him later.

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The rest of the morning was pretty uneventful. Alice was a very nice person, and very intuitive too, but as far as work was concerned, you can really tell why Emmett chose Bella as my trainer. She was simply the best one here. He had said so himself, and judging by the difference in which both Bella and Alice carried out their work, I would have to agree as well. I got a chance to meet Alice's boyfriend, who happened to work in the mailroom. His name was Jasper and he was a pretty cool guy, and by cool I don't just mean cool as in great, but also as in laid back. This guy was the most relaxed person I had ever met in my life, and that was something I thought I never was going to be able to see in this city. You know, with New York being so hyped up and everything. Jasper and I clicked right away and he agreed to show me around the neighborhood a bit more during lunch hour, a distraction I welcomed.

After lunch I went to check on Bella. She had not moved from her cubicle and looked very into what she was doing. I wondered if she had skipped lunch to get more work done. I cleared my throat and she turned around to face me.

"Hey. I just got back from lunch. Did you want to start the training yet or are you still busy?" I said to her, my eyes drifting to look at the way her folded legs shook from nervousness when she was under stress.

"Um, yeah actually, I...I don't think we can start the training yet. I'm quite busy actually. I had no idea this much work could get accumulated in just one day," Bella said while looking flustered and running her fingers repeatedly through her long locks.

"Okay. I'll just go back to Alice's desk then," I said, then remembered that she must be hungry and tired. "Hey, did you skip lunch? Did you want me to run out and get you something?"

She smiled at me. I noticed her eyes softened and her legs stopped shaking. "Oh, thanks. No, no, that's okay. I'll just get something later from the vending machine if I get hungry. Don't worry about it."

"You sure?" I asked and looked intently at her, realizing that she was blushing at this point.

"Um, yeah." She shook her head and abruptly cut off the conversation by turning her chair around to face her computer, leaving me standing there with unsaid words in my mouth.

I got the message though. She was cutting me off again. Hey, I'm a big boy. I can take it. I took it like man and walked back to Alice's desk, taking a seat there for more training until Bella felt like fucking paying attention to me again. It was fucking annoying me already.

It was about three in the afternoon when Bella finally showed up in front of Alice's cubicle and signaled for me to follow her. We walked back to her desk and without exchanging any words, she just picked up from where we left off the day prior. The atmosphere around us was thick again. I was getting pretty sick of this game. We continued like this for the rest of the afternoon as we heard everyone leave the office one by one.

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I don't know what time it actually was, because Bella and I had been at this for hours. Going over material I had never seen before and feeling pretty tired because this had been a very long day. I heard a few clicks coming from down the hall when the entire office floor suddenly darkened. What just happened?

"Oh Fuck! Fran! Damn it! She must think there is no one left in the office and turned off the lights thinking that she's the last one out," I heard Bella say, although I couldn't see her at all.

I felt around my pocket, trying to locate my cell phone which I figured would serve as a flashlight, but I remembered that I had left it back in my cubicle. I got up from my chair, and in a futile attempt to save the damsel in distress, I tried to blindingly walk back to the door where I had seen the light switches there the day before. I really hoped those were the right ones, because otherwise I would be forced to walk back to my desk, find my cellphone, then start finding my way through all over again. My little hero act was interrupted when I bumped into a warm body, causing me to topple to the ground, the body falling on top of me. I didn't have to hear her voice to know it was Bella I had bumped into. She must have tried the same thing I did by walking back to the door to turn the lights back on.

I can't begin to try to understand what I felt go through my body by having Bella in this very compromising position on top of me. I felt her breathing quicken at the same time as mine did. A symphony of pants that would have made the New York Philharmonic jealous. I felt her fidgeting, trying to find a way to get off me. I tried to help her by pushing up on the front of her shoulders, trying to give her leverage, but she was moving so restlessly I couldn't get a firm grip on her. She felt around with her hands for what I believe was a hard surface to press her palms into and push herself up from, and well, she found a hard surface indeed, although I don't think it was the one she was looking to find.

I heard a little yelp come out of her, then felt her roll around my side and onto the floor. I was still trying to process how having her press her palm on my very hard dick had made me feel when the lights suddenly came back on. I looked in the direction I was originally headed to and saw Bella standing by the light switch, sporting on her cheeks the brightest shade of red I had ever seen in human flesh. She ran back to her desk, passing me by quickly while I tried to lift myself up off the ground. She grabbed her purse and ran back towards the door, passing me again while avoiding my gaze at all costs. My confusion so major at this point, that the slamming of the door was the next thing I noticed. Bella had left me there hard and confused. Well this is just fucking great. Thanks a lot, Emmett!

I walked back to my desk to grab my phone so I could leave this place and deal with this shit. I was so fucked up. I still couldn't understand what was happening. I mean, she obviously palmed my dick by accident, but couldn't she feel it? The attraction between us was undeniable. I sat down trying to sort through all the crap that was going through my mind right now. This had never happened to me before. A woman never, ever got all me all hard and excited, then left me there to fend for myself. Fucking shit! I should have stayed in Forks.

I was deep within my own thoughts when I heard the door squeak. I figured someone noticed there were people left in the office and came back to check that everything was okay. I heard the footsteps approaching me, when I saw her appear again before me. Bella.

"Follow me," she said, her intent gaze burning with desire.

I obeyed at once and followed her as she walked down the hall. The swaying movement of her hips putting me in some kind of trance. God she had a great ass! She suddenly stopped in front of an unlabeled door and quickly opened it. Her eyes locked with mine and I could tell what she was going to do next. Promptly and as if on cue, she lifted both her hands and used them to grab me by the front of my shirt just below the neck, and pulled me inside the closet, locking the door behind her.

It was dark and I could not see where the hell I was, but I deduced from the smell of chlorine and household detergents, that we must have been inside the janitor's closet. While my eyes adjusted to the darkness, I waved my arms around looking for her but I could not find her. I suddenly felt a small hand caress and gently constrict the growing bulge in my pants. I lowered my arms down to my groin area and felt her hair. OH. MY. LORD. She was going to blow me!

I promptly scrambled to undo my belt when I felt her small, delicate hands slap mine away. I removed my hands and very aptly she proceeded to remove my belt, then unbutton, then lower my zipper. Arrrgh!

She placed her hand inside my boxers and very delicately withdrew my fully extended penis. I felt how she provocatively caressed the length of my erection up and down like it was a God damned toy. I craned my head back to enjoy the ride, which was probably not a good idea, since I hit the back of my head right smack into the wall behind me. This was obviously a very small closet.

I guess Bella was not at all concerned with the lack of space because I suddenly felt the tip of her tongue as it slid from side to side and around the rim of the head of my throbbing cock. Oh my God that felt good. She teased me a few more times with the same movement of her warm tongue that was driving my mind, and my penis, crazy. I was enjoying this thoroughly.

All of a sudden, I stopped feeling the soft brushing of her tongue against the engorged head of my cock; the feeling changed to something different. Just when I thought this couldn't get any better, I then realized that she was actually twirling her tongue around the entire head, from its base, and somehow bringing it around the entire circumference.

Oh God damned woman! I groaned so loudly from the explosion of pleasure that I was feeling, that I thought we were for sure going to get caught. She, however, didn't stop, and continued using her skilled tongue to give me the best fucking blow job ever.

A/N: So, my very wise beta, OhHereKittyKitty, has named my Edward and his name is now, wait for it, yes "Closetward."

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