I spend the rest of my day gathering all the information I need to give to Edward tomorrow. Well, that and trying to figure out where everything in my life went to absolute shit. When I think about what I thought my life would be like at twenty-seven, this sure the fuck wasn't it.

Of course, I'm also still obsessing about the way we ended things. Or the way I ended things. But I had to do it. I had to put a stop to all the craziness. There was no way anything good could have come from continuing.

Except apparently endless orgasms.

Yeah. Well, endless orgasms come at a price. And it's a price that's too far out of my reach. I need this job. My career is important to me. And I would die if anyone found out what I've been doing – what I let him do to me. In a closet. At fucking work.

Fuck.

How the hell did I let this happen?

It's not like he ever indicated that he wanted more. It's not like he ever once tried to pursue anything outside of work. He didn't. There were no invitations for coffee…dinner…anything. It's always been exactly what it was.

Fucking.

Great fucking.

Amazing fucking, but nothing more.

I know that my only recourse is to move forward with as much professionalism and dignity as possible. And I know it will be hard. I mean, I know what he looks like naked. Well, kind of naked. In the dark. I know what he fucking tastes like in my mouth…what he feels like inside of me. Full and tight and streched so completely that no other man will ever feel the same.

Shaking my head, I try to clear my mind. Those thoughts will certainly not help my plight.

I end up working into the early hours of the evening. Everyone left for the day a couple of hours ago. Pretty sure it's just me and the cleaning crew. I know – even if I'm unable to admit it – that I'm pulling longer hours because I feel guilty. I definitely owe the company some time. And working is better than going home and obsessing over Edward.

My phone rings and I pull it from my purse.

Alice.

"Hey," I say, putting her on speaker while I continue to put this file together for Edward. "What's up?"

"Where are you?" she asks.

"Still at work," I say. "It's been a long day."

I don't go into any further details. Alice knows about Edward. Well, she knows most of the story. There are certain details I can't even tell my best friend. And honestly, there were parts of my time with Edward that just seemed too private and personal. Like, there were things that were only for just him and me. No one else needed to know.

"I ended it with him," I tell her. "It's over."

"I've heard that before," she laughs.

"Well, this time I mean it," I snap. "I actually said the words. Out loud and everything."

She's quiet for a minute, and I wonder what she's thinking.

"What brought this on?"

"Well, other than the fact that everything about it was wrong?" I ask, laughing a little.

"There is nothing wrong with a man who can make you come, Bella." She laughs, too. "You know as well as I do that they are few and far between. Like, really far. Fucking New Zealand far."

She's right, but I don't admit it.

"Yeah, well…it doesn't matter. My boss is making us work together on this website launch. And it couldn't continue. I mean, really…someone was eventually going to find out, and I just can't risk that."

"Okay," she says, and I can hear the sarcasm in her voice.

"What?" I ask.

"Do you honestly mean to tell me that you think you can work with him every single day without anything happening? Fuck, you couldn't even stay away from him when you weren't working together. I think you're delusional."

"Yeah? Well, I think you're a bitch."

She laughs. And I laugh, too…for the first real time all day.

"Never said I wasn't."

"I was…clear with him," I tell her seriously. "When he left, he knew it was over. We both did."

I feel a momentary pang of guilt when I think about his expression and the quiet way he left today. But I push it back. I know this is for the best.

"You're a stronger woman than I am," she says.

"Well, I guess it just means that I'm going to have to go back to Jacob," I tell her. "In fact, I think that's what I'm going to do."

"Well, he's never let you down," she laughs.

"Exactly," I say. "I'm definitely spending the rest of the evening with Jacob and a bottle of wine."

"All right, sweets. Call me tomorrow."

I end the call, and begin to collect my things. I think I've spent enough time here for one day…and tomorrow's going to suck.

Fuck.

How the hell am I going to get through tomorrow?

Him being so close. Next to me. All fucking day.

Torture.

It will be absolute torture.

When I stand up, I look over at the door and I see him. He's there, standing just outside my office. His eyes are dark…angry. His hair's a mess like he's been running his fingers through it non-stop. And still…everything about him is so goddamn beautiful.

"Edwa…" I start, but he cuts me off.

"Who the fuck is Jacob?"

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