A/N Hell! Here's the 3rd chapter! It's a little angsty but I promise it'll be worth it!

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You make me sick
I want you and I'm hatin' it
Got me lit like a candlestick
Get too hot when you touch the tip,
I'm feelin' it, I gotta getta grip
And it's drivin me crazy
baby don't you quit
Can't get enough of it
You got me goin' again
Baby, you got me goin' again
You make me sick…

You make me sick by Pink

"Edward! What the fuck man?" I heard someone say from behind us. Edward turned his head to look at whoever was speaking to him.

"Em, give me a moment," he stated turning back to look at me.

"No way, dude. Get your shit together. We need to go before we get kicked out again." Were they really having this conversation while he was still inside of me?

"I'm sorry," he mumbled. He leaned forward and kissed me sincerely on the cheek and quickly buttoned himself up. As he was leaving, he looked back and an unknown expression crossed his face and then he was gone. I couldn't believe he'd just left.

What the fuck just happened?

I fixed myself up and headed to find my friends. I was about to have a meltdown in the club. Yes, I was a strong woman, but I couldn't deal with this right now. I was a willing participant, yes, but I seriously didn't think he'd fuck me then leave. In all honesty, I'm not really sure what I expected, but it certainly wasn't that. Maybe an exchange of phone numbers? Or a, "Hey, we've fucked twice now; can I have your phone number?" Or an attempt at a conversation, perhaps? But definitely not a fuck and duck.

I searched around the crowded bar for my friends. I was trying desperately to keep the tears from coming while being surrounded by random strangers. Finally, I spotted Rose in the corner on her cell. I raced over to her just as she was hanging up. She looked at me and instantly knew something was wrong.

"Oh, my God, Bella! What's wrong? What happened?"

"Fuck and duck," was all that I could manage to say before sobs wracked my body.

"Holy shit." She slapped a twenty on the counter and waved to get the bartender's attention, mouthing for him to keep the change. She grabbed my arm, pulling me toward the back of the club to the exit. I couldn't help but cry harder as we passed the scene of the incident.

"I'm going to kill Alice," she stated matter-of-factly. I looked over at her for an explanation as we waited for a cab.

"Her boy toy arrived with his friends and then all of a sudden they all left. Alice went with him asking me to stay behind with you. I didn't even get to meet the guy. She actually disappeared first then called to tell me she'd already left." That must have been who she'd been talking to on the phone. I continued to cry into her shoulder as we climbed into a cab and made our way to her apartment. She thought it'd be better for me to go home with her and I couldn't have agreed more. She didn't ask questions, she just let me cry. I'm sure the cab driver was absolutely mortified of the crazy crying girl in his backseat but I couldn't care less.

She helped me upstairs and out of my clothes. At this point in our friendship we were comfortable enough around each other not to care. I changed into a t-shirt and shorts and crawled into her bed. I didn't want to sleep alone. Sensing this, Rose didn't question me. She let me curl up in her bed as she climbed in beside me and we slept.

I awoke the next morning and glanced at the clock. It was only eight. Rose was long gone on her run. She ran seven miles every morning. Normally, I'd be up doing yoga or running as well. It was my escape from reality but I didn't have anything with me to accomplish either. I headed out to Rose's balcony in an attempt to clear my head.

I just couldn't believe what happened. What an asshole. Okay, so I'd left him in Vegas, true, but that was different. Wasn't it? Yes, that was different. I at least attempted to make contact with him by leaving my number. A number he apparently never got, but I still tried and that counted. He could have asked for my number before he bolted or even asked me to come outside with him. Something besides what was done.

Oh, my God. What if that was planned? What if that was something he and his friends did frequently? Find a girl, fuck her, and then make an excuse to leave. Memories of Vegas came flooding back.

"Geez, were you up fucking all night again?"

The more I thought about it the angrier I got. Who the fuck did he think he was? Did he think he could just go around doing this to women? Yes, he was good looking and he was definitely good at what he did, but that didn't give him a right to treat me like a doormat. Now, I really wished I had my running gear. I needed to clear my mind and sitting here wasn't helping no matter how beautiful the view. If Edward walked in the door right now he'd be minus one member that's for sure.

I heard Rose come back in so I made my way to the living room. We discussed the night before over coffee and chocolate chip pancakes. She knew exactly how to cheer me up. After I explained everything, Rose was surprisingly optimistic. Usually, she'd be the one ready for a war and Alice would be the one sitting here being optimistic stating it was merely a coincidence.

"I don't know, Bella. It just seems too coincidental that you'd end up in the same club. And if he was there lurking for women as you said then why wouldn't he pick a random stranger?" She had a point.

"I don't know, Rose. Nothing about this whole situation makes any sense." It really didn't and now my head hurt thinking about it. This was exactly what I didn't need right now. I was trying to start fresh, begin again, and here I was already letting a man ruin it. Soon after breakfast Rose drove me home.

I spent the rest of the weekend unpacking and setting up my apartment. I thought about the night before a few more times and decided there wasn't anything I could do. The past was the past. I'd enjoyed myself more than I had in a while, well, ever since Vegas, so I was going to stick with that and move on. I'd start fresh from here on. I was definitely not going back to that club; that was for sure. Seattle was a large city so the chances of running into him again anytime soon were slim to none.

Monday came faster than I wanted. I still had a lot I wanted to accomplish around my apartment, like buy a new bed, and I was secretly berating myself for agreeing to work so soon after moving. I knew I should have asked for more time off, but the truth of the matter was I needed the money. Those student loans wouldn't pay themselves. So, here I was sucking it up. It was time to put on my big girl panties and join the real world.

I put on a white corset-looking top and a black skirt adding to my ensemble my favorite necklace. I put on my fiercest heels, grabbed my suitcase and iPhone and headed out. I felt like a grown up and I was scared shitless. I wasn't sure if I could play this role.

I pulled into the parking garage at work and parked in my designated parking spot. Angela had made it clear on the phone that parking was assigned and people were vicious about their spots. I walked the distance to the elevator passing expensive car after expensive car.

I headed up to the fifteenth floor as Angela had instructed. The office was absolutely gorgeous. All the walls were made of glass and the seats were red leather. There was vase filled with yellow daises and the whole room just felt welcoming. I walked up to the receptionist to introduce myself.

"Hi, I'm Bella Swan. I'm here to see Angela Webber." The blonde looked at me as if I had three heads. What was her deal? So I tried a different route.

"Can you please inform Ms. Webber that I'm here for our meeting?" She looked back down at her magazine about the latest celebrity gossip.

"Ms. Webber isn't here today," she stated plainly. Oh, this girl was going to be a pill, I could already tell.

"Look, ummm," I looked around for her name and finally found her name plate, "Jessica, I'm the new manager for HR and I have a meeting with Ms. Webber. If she's not here then find out who it is that I need to speak with in her absence or I might have to reconsider your position as the receptionist when I redesign the staffing method I've been assigned to." After a moment Jessica sighed and rolled her eyes at me but got on the phone.

I took a seat in one of the comfortable chairs and flipped through a random magazine that someone had discarded on the table, not caring at all about its contents. I couldn't believe this girl. Who did she think she was? Okay, so I probably couldn't get rid of her job, but she didn't need to know that. A few moments later Jessica spoke up.

"Mr. Cullen will be down in a few moments but he said to go ahead and show you to your office." She stood up and started walking down the hallway. Well, the attitude was still there but at least she was doing something semi-productive. She walked into an office at the end of the hallway that held a magnificent view of the Seattle skyline. I couldn't believe it was mine. Jessica just stood in the doorway looking dumbfounded. Apparently, she couldn't believe it either.

"That'll be all, Jessica. Thank you," I said, turning around to look at her stunned face. I wanted to add "enjoy your view of the elevator doors, by the way" but thought against it. I didn't want to have a complaint filed against me on my first day. I knew how the system worked. Jessica huffed but turned around and left without another word.

I started organizing my desk and taking inventory on things that I needed to order or bring. I put pictures of my friends and family on my bookshelf and seriously considered moving my desk to face the window. It seemed a shame to waste such a beautiful view. As I rationalized the move I heard a knock on the door. I couldn't believe I actually had a door. I'd gone from cubicle to office with a view. I told whomever it was to come in as I pushed a filing cabinet over a few inches. Yes, I was into fung shui.

As I pondered the new placement of my office furniture, I heard a scuffle and gasp from behind me. I turned to observe my visitor and was stunned at who I saw. Edward. Figures.

"Ummmm," he looked down at the file he was holding in his hands then looked back up at me. "Isabella Swan?" he asked cautiously like my name would somehow cut him when he uttered it.

"I go by Bella," I said holding my hand out to his. I was going to be professional about this. I had to be. This was my chance at a career I loved. I couldn't storm out like a child, stomping my feet and having a tantrum. I'd worked too long and too hard and I wasn't going to let him ruin this for me. I was going to stick to my guns and push past this.

"Bella," he mumbled back taking my hand in his. This simple gesture sent chills down my spine. I'd already had sex with this man but somehow this simple action felt more intimate.

"I'm sorry, but Angela is out for personal reasons. I'm not sure when she'll be back so I'll be taking over for her and showing you around."

"Okay," I simply said; the less talking the better. I was trying desperately to keep my emotions in check. I really didn't want to end my first day with dismembering a coworker no matter how much he deserved it. He showed me around the office, introducing me to everyone. He explained where the bathrooms were and emergency exits, just in case, he said. He illustrated how to order things I would need for my office and he even went so far as to show me where the mail went. It was exhausting. A few times during our office "tour" I caught him staring at me. Uncomfortable with his gazing, I pretended not to see it and ignored him.

Finally, it was time for lunch. I grabbed my purse from my office and headed out. Edward had excused himself to take a phone call so I took the opportunity to leave. Unfortunately, Edward caught up with me by the elevators.

"Bella, wait up." I turned to see Edward sprinting down the hall toward me.

"I thought we could do lunch and talk logistics. My treat." He smiled a crooked smile and I almost melted. Before I could respond with "thanks but no thanks," Jessica chimed in.

"But, Mr. Cullen, you have a lunch meeting with Mr. Yorkie about his upcoming custody battle at Florentine's in half an hour." Edward looked over at Jessica and nodded his head slightly.

"I almost forgot. Thank you for reminding me, Jessica."

"Anytime, Mr. Cullen," she purred looking at him like he was her next meal. Was she serious?

"Well, another time then, Bella?" He grabbed my hand and kissed it softly.

"Sure." I nodded though I knew it was a lie. Edward stared at me for a moment longer but then turned and headed back down the hallway. At that moment the elevator arrived. As I walked toward the open doors, Jessica decided to chime in again.

"You know he'll never go for someone like you, right?" Was this bitch really serious? I stopped the door from closing with my foot.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"What? I saw the way you were ogling him, but trust me. Mr. Cullen doesn't go for your type." She scoffed as if it was the worst thing imaginable.

"Jessica, I'd like to advise you to choose your words carefully. You are discussing a coworker's private affairs here and in an office setting that is highly inappropriate." I was intrigued, however. I wanted to know the dirt she knew, but I was trying to remain professional, trying being the operative word.

"Whatever. All I'm saying is I've seen his conquests and they look nothing like you. Let's not get all defensive," she huffed, waving her hands with her fake plastic nails in my direction.

"Jessica, this will be your verbal warning. If I hear you discussing his personal affairs again or anyone else's, for that matter, I will write you up. And don't forget that next week I'm going through our staffing list and eliminating those positions I feel are unnecessary."

"Is that a threat?" she screeched.

"No, it's a fact, Ms. Stanley. Clean up your act and maybe I'll reconsider. Until then I'd at least mind your P's and Q's, especially when Mr. Cullen's office is right down the hall, and you're discussing his sexual conquests with someone you just met who, by the way, happens to be your boss, indirectly." I pointed in the direction of Edward's office and saw the change in her demeanor. I could see him pacing around on his cell phone. Jessica's face turned bright red when she realized the conversation we'd just had, with him being a mere hundred feet away.

"Have a good lunch, Jessica." I let the doors close behind me. I tried not to let her words affect me but I was failing miserably. I wanted to know that if I wasn't his type, then who was. Is that why he'd done what he did the other night at the club? I really wished I could've had lunch with the girls to pow-wow about this, but, unfortunately, both of them were busy. Sigh. I wasn't sure I could do this, but I had to try. I wasn't giving up my new job that easily.

I managed to avoid Edward the rest of the week, claiming that I had too much work to do to stop and have lunch with him but always promised we'd get together sometime soon. I wasn't sure how long he'd keep asking and I wasn't sure how long I could keep denying him. It seemed futile.

He inquired about lunch just like clockwork. He showed up every day right around noon to ask me about my day and about lunch, and every day I explained how busy I was, and, no I couldn't do lunch but maybe another time. On a positive note, in the last week I managed to get a lot of work done. I was proud of myself.

As noon approached, I waited for Edward to arrive. As much as I tried to avoid it happening, I looked forward to our chats even if they were only a few minutes long. Fifteen minutes went by and still no sign of Edward. Maybe he'd finally given up?

I grabbed my items and left my office with a heavy heart. I tried desperately to swallow my disappointment. As I walked down the hallway, I noticed the door to Angela's office was open. That was strange. It was closed earlier and I knew she was still out. As I approached, I could hear people having a conversation inside. I peeked around the corner to observe what was going on.

That's when I saw him with her. Angela was smiling up at Edward as he put his hand on her swollen stomach. His face contained pure joy.

"He's going to be strong just like his daddy," Angela stated.

Oh, my God. This was the other woman. I felt absolutely sick to my stomach. How the hell was this supposed to work? I worked with this random guy who'd fucked me twice, well, more than twice, and his fiancé who was also currently pregnant with his child. I didn't sign up for a soap-opera life and I didn't want it. I'd left Florida specifically because there was too much drama, only to find it following me here. I contemplated heading back to my office. Instead, I attempted to walk past her office unnoticed, praying to whatever god that if he could just make me invisible this one time I would be forever thankful. No such luck.

"You must be Bella!" Angela squeaked. She came around the corner of her desk to shake my hand, brushing past a shocked Edward.

"It's so nice to meet you finally!"

"Yes, likewise." I half-smiled.

"I'm sorry I haven't been here to show you around but I've heard that my partner here has taken good care of you right?" I looked at him. Partner, huh? Yeah, he's taken good care of me. If only she knew.

"Yes, yes, he has." I swallowed the lump in my throat. I wanted to get out of there and fast so I could think.

"Well, I'll be out a little while longer. I've had some personal things come up that I needed to take care of, but I'll be back soon and we'll catch up." There was sadness in her eyes. I could tell whatever personal problems she was going through were taking their toll on her.

"Okay, that would be great," I said. "I hope everything works out for you and I'll see you when you get back. Take care." I let go of her hand and bolted toward the elevator. I couldn't breathe. I suddenly felt like I was underwater searching frantically for air. The elevator arrived just as Edward started jogging toward me.

"Bella!" he said waving his hand, his eyes silently begging me to hold the elevator. I let the doors close on him and I found myself sobbing inside. This was too much all at once, and I couldn't wrap my head around it all, the epic sex, his soon to be marriage, his pregnant fiancé. As the lift took me down to the garage floor, I got an eerie sense of déjà vu. My memory skipped back to Vegas.

It wasn't that long ago that I was on an elevator floor in a different building far away from this one crying my eyes out over the same man. Oh, I was seriously fucked.

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