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Chapter 3

XXX – Honeymoon is Over - XXX

Monday morning, finally. Tanya was supposed to be back from her honeymoon so I was going to get some respite from the extra work and overtime that had been plaguing my life for the last two weeks.

I walked to my cubicle and did a mental fist pump when I spotted her standing in front of her computer monitor. I gathered up everything of hers that I had been working on and headed for her cube.

"How was Hawaii?" I think I might have scared her. She caught her chest and turned to me with a sad smile.

"It was beautiful Bella, the ocean was so clear. You should see the hot guys on the beach, my goodness," She fanned herself dramatically and continued "I'm getting all hot and bothered just thinking about it. Did you have any trouble keeping up here?" she motioned to the paperwork in my hand and then took it from me and laid it on her desk.

I was so surprised to hear her talking about her honeymoon like she had just been on spring break that I almost forgot what I had come to see her for. Well, my jaw dropped and my brain turned itself off for a few minutes while it processed the information she had given me.

What, no bragging about Edward's ginormous cock or the many different ways he had sexed her up on the beach. What the hell?

"Not too bad, here are your files back." I looked at the files she had already deposited on her desk, gave her a quick hug, welcoming her back and went back to work in a daze. I was in too much of a shock-daze that I barely formed any coherent thoughts. What the hell was that?

At lunch, Tanya didn't mention her husband once. I made sure to listen intently for anything relating to the tall bronzed Adonis. My girlie bits were panting for more information.

Part of my brain wanted to know everything I could about him, the other part kept saying how wrong it was. I just settled on being bi-polar.

Meh, semantics.

I couldn't get him out of my head. He had merely spoken two words to me but for some reason, since the wedding, I couldn't get him out of my thoughts. His image had even graced my dreams, which was severely disturbing since I usually sleep pretty soundly and could never remember any of them. To make matters worse, Mr. Perfect had run out of battery power twice last week because of my waking up all wet and needy. This thing with Tanya's husband had gone too long so whenever she spoke, I'd listen for any clues about him that would make me hate him. But, unfortunately for me, there weren't any.

After being back to work for a few weeks, Tanya started looking a little haggard. I was the only one who noticed of course since we worked so closely together. She had told me that she had started going to the gym twice a week and that it had been running her ragged. Her trainer was doing a number on her. She kept complaining that her honeymoon had fattened her up. She clearly didn't see herself very well. But that was Tanya, always striving for perfection in every aspect of her appearance.

As time went on, I stood idly by as Tanya and I meandered on about our lives. Edward made quite a few random appearances in my daydreams as well as my fantasies. It got to the point where I just needed to get him out of my head. After all, it couldn't be healthy to want to be with a married man that badly. So, when Mike Newton asked me out on a date for the umpteenth time, I finally said yes.

Mike worked in marketing and was very annoyingly persistent. He had asked me out about twenty times but I kept saying no, that it would ruin our professional relationship. But one Friday afternoon, I had had enough of hearing Tanya drone on about her trainer and her perfect life and her perfect ass.

I was a bit angry at myself for standing by her just waiting to hear tidbits about her husband, whom she never even mentioned unless someone asked, that I finally caved and said yes to Mike.

Maybe he could fuck Edward Cullen out of my system. My girlie bits rejoiced.

Unfortunately for me, that didn't go over very well.

For one thing, Mike was late picking me up. Then, he brought me to a sushi restaurant which wouldn't have been so bad, except that I don't eat fish. When I mentioned this, instead of leaving and going somewhere else, we stayed there while I ate white rice and watched him eat raw seafood.

To make matters even worse, not that the restaurant experience wasn't bad enough, he drank too much and I had to take a cab home. Which I paid for.

Fucker was never going to get close enough to my goods to make me forget about anything Edward Cullen related.

When I walked through my sparsely decorated apartment, I threw my jacket and purse over the armchair, went into my bedroom and threw myself on my bed. Tonight had been a failure of epic proportions. I looked through the nightstand and found the one thing that had never let me down. Well, unless the batteries went out.

My girlie bits rejoiced at the sight of Mr. Perfect.

As always, Mr. Perfect lived up to his name.

Every other man I had ever had in my life had proven time and again to be unreliable, cheating, lying bastards. Well, except for maybe Jasper but he was already spoken for.

I might have to explain. My father is the Police Chief in Forks and my mother works as a receptionist at the local Dentist office. I grew up with two great parents. Nothing tragic there, I know, right?

I am an only child with no aunts or uncles. It kind of sucked but when you don't know what it's like to have a big family, you don't miss it. Sounds perfect, doesn't it?

I always thought it was, until I found out last year that years ago, my dad had cheated on my mom with Sue Clearwater, his best friends' wife. I was quite disappointed in him. Well, disappointed isn't even the word. He let me down in the worst way. I felt like he had cheated on me too.

My mom stayed with him through it all and they worked it out. But ever since I found out, I can't look at him the same way, after all, I had always been Daddy's little girl.

I love them both but I can't understand what would make someone cheat on their spouse. My mother just says that it's just not in me to understand. I guess she's right.

When I went to sleep that night, thoughts of my parent's relationship swirled around in my head turning my dreams into nightmares. My father's indiscretions only served to fuel my intense disdain for most men.

Seeing Mike on Monday morning following our horrendous date was a bit awkward but I went on about my business as if nothing had ever happened. He had better damn well never ask me out again because he might have gotten his balls handed to him.

But for now, I'd let him live.

My girlie bits retreated at his very sight.

I went through the next couple of weeks without any significant events. My projects had dwindled back to a manageable level and I was finally on top of my game like I had been before Tanya's honeymoon.

Work was good. My home-life was doing well. Dating went back to being non-existent. That I could live with.

Tanya didn't mentioned Edward's name in any of our conversations. Ever. It was almost like he didn't even exist.

I poked and prodded Tanya as much as I could without making myself sound like a nosy little snot, but hell, the woman didn't even as much as mention his name. It made me nervous. I couldn't help but wonder what was going on with him. Was he okay? Had she left him in Hawaii?

I was about ready to call a search party but then Alice mentioned that Edward had called her and told her that the islands were beautiful and that they had a nice time over there.

I subtly asked Alice about Tanya. They had gone to the same High School so Alice knew her better than I did in some ways.

Alice informed me that Tanya had always been a flirt for anything with a penis. Until she had started dating Edward and had managed to settle down with him. She had controlled him to the point of making him shy away from his family and most of his friends. She had even gone as far as following him to the other end of the country when he had gone though medical school and his internships.

According to Alice, Edward was happy with his life. He was not a complicated man. He enjoyed simple pleasures in life and simple things made him happy.

Then, she had to mention his penchant for reading classic novels and his love of all things music. It killed me.

Simply put, Alice described the perfect man to me and he was married to an ungrateful shrew.

A/N: Thanks again to Scrimmy and WitchyVampireGirl, you guys make my little fanfic world go round... :o)