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Chapter 7-Better to have Dicked and lost…

"I can't believe this, I don't remember this woman," Jacob said, his voice pleading for understanding.

"You can't believe this? How could you do this to me Jacob, I loved you." Isabella was playing her part to a tee. Crocodile tears were streaming down her face as she played the part of the broken wife.

Jacob looked back down at the pictures in his hands. He could not deny that it was him in the pictures and yet he had no memory of groping and kissing the woman in the photograph. He wasn't even attracted to her, he was madly in love with his wife.

"I love you," he started but Isabella cut him off.

"No. Don't you dare say that to me."

"What can I do to make it better Baby?" Jacob asked in earnest.

Isabella fought back her smile he was playing into her hand. "I'm filing for divorce, Jacob."

He winced and blinked hard to keep from crying. He knew respectable men didn't blubber like babies and yet it was all he could do to stop himself. She was truly his whole world and somehow he had messed it up. He was ashamed with himself for betraying her, even if he couldn't remember.

"Is there anything I can say to make you change your mind?"

"No Jacob, you broke my heart. I'm sure you will do the honorable thing and make sure that I will be cared for," Isabella added, planting the seed.

"Of course, you deserve the best Isabella. I am sorry that I couldn't provide that for you." Isabella felt her resolve wane briefly before she got it under control. She expected more of a fight over his money. He truly did care for her and she almost felt guilty but then she thought about the settlement. It would be heavy sugar. She was getting what she wanted. It all seemed a little too easy.

James and Victoria didn't follow Isabella to her home that day. They knew what that conversation would look like. Instead they spent their afternoon plotting how to take the duo down.

It had taken them weeks to get their plan set up and with Jacob and Isabella's divorce going through the next day they had to act fast.

They spent the morning quietly drilling a hole between Edward and James' office. Edward had let James know that he wouldn't be back into the office until after lunch but James and Victoria were taking no chances on getting caught. James had even given Rosalie the morning off to assure no witnesses.

They were careful in selecting the location for the hole; they knew they would have to make it blend in so that Edward would not see it. James placed a microphone on one of the bookshelves, he then placed a few books in front of it to block it from view. He then ran the cord through the back of the bookshelf and through the wall plugging it into the recording device. Once he heard Edward come back he would be able to flick the switch in his own office allowing him to record any conversations in the room.

"I better go," Victoria said as the twelve o'clock hour rolled in. "We can't have them seeing me. It would wreck everything."

"Sure thing, dollface, I think we are done setting up here anyway," James replied.

Their relationship had evolved over the last few weeks and neither of them was timid in their advances any longer. James had been thrilled when he realized Victoria's passion for his roughness and he asserted himself whenever he could.

Victoria turned to leave but James grabbed the back of her neck and hooked her around so that she was facing him. The fire behind her eyes lit as she ignited from his touch. He pushed his lips onto her and held her firmly to his chest. Her heart fluttered.

"Now you can go," he said swatting her behind on the way out.

James spent the next hour doing paper work and calming himself. He needed to be clearheaded for his double-cross. James heard Rosalie come in shortly before hearing Edward and Isabella's voice. It was time. He hit record, popping on the headphones to listen in.

The sound of the champagne cork exploding filled the room. Isabella was laughing as Edward attempted to direct the overflowing alcohol away from his body.

"Ten thousand dollars Edward!" Isabella said unable to hide her joy.

He had just picked her up from the lawyer's office where she had told him she was given the details of her settlement. The papers were signed and it would be official once the judge signed the documents in the morning.

Isabella studied the young detective. He was happy for her; she could see it in his eyes. He wanted her to be taken care of. She knew he wanted to be the one to do it and it wouldn't have mattered if she had received nothing from her divorce. She was smitten by this caring man and did not want to fight it any longer.

Isabella approached Edward as he poured them each a glass of the bubbly. She slid her hands around his waist and pressed her chest into his. Edward was taken back. She had not initiated any contact since their first night together and she had told him to keep his distance as well. He was shocked that she would do so the day before her divorce was finalized when it was still dangerous for her to do so.

"What are you doing?" he asked her his voice slightly higher than he would have liked.

"What do you think I'm doing, bunny?" she replied smiling and reaching for his belt.

Edward thought about telling her to stop. Not to risk what they had worked for. It was only one more day before they could be together with no ramifications and yet the words would not form in his mouth. All he could think of was the feel of her hands as they brushed the skin of his abdomen while she undid his pants.

She then took the glasses out of Edward's hands and placed them on the desk. She looked longingly up at him and in clear crystal words she said, "Make love to me, Edward."

Edward's body reacted before his mind did and he grabbed her body bringing it as close to his as he could. His lips covered hers in a needy kiss. He heard her make a small noise and he pulled away immediately. She looked up at him with her large eyes, they held fear in them and she had never looked so fragile.

"Isabella, I'm sorry." He felt horrible for attacking her.

"It's okay, it's just….can we take things a bit slower?" Isabella usually preferred to be rough handled. It let her remember her place, why she was doing it. Isabella was nervous and she didn't understand why. She had known the company of men before but somehow this was different. The other men were means to an end and with Edward it felt like a beginning.

"Of course, sweetheart," he cooed brushing her cheek with the back of his fingers.

This time he came at her slower. He caressed her face and tilted her chin up towards him. He leaned down and pressed a soft kiss on her lips. The sound she made this time was one of pleasure and Edward took that as a sign to continue.

"You're so beautiful Isabella," Edward spoke softly as he peppered kisses down her throat.

He removed her jacket and then his own. She stared at him with such emotion in her eyes that Edward felt content for the first time since he had started this case. He was always sure that he wanted her but now he knew he wanted her forever.

They made love in his office chair and nothing had ever felt sweeter to either. The sound of his name from her lips pouring out in pleasure was something he hoped never to forget. A single tear fell down her face as he followed her into bliss.

Isabella stood up and began redressing. This was usually the time when she felt ashamed or uncomfortable and yet with Edward she felt safe and happy. Things had never been that way with her husband. Sex had always felt like a chore or a wifely duty. She never knew it could feel so raw and powerful.

"I wanted to ask you something," Edward said unsure of why he picked now to do it.

"What's that?" Isabella responded.

"How did you get Jacob to cheat? I mean the man is in love with you. You have to know that."

Isabella spent a moment deciding what to say. She went with the truth.

"I hired that girl to lace his drink. I'm sorry," Isabella said sadly. "I better go."

Isabella felt the shame finally come. Edward stood up and pulled on his underwear and pants not bothering to do them up. He pulled her into an embrace and kissed the top of her head.

"I'll see you tomorrow?" he asked suddenly feeling unsure.

"Of course," she said weakly.

"Listen, this isn't just going to go away for me. I can't say that I loved what you did but you're what I want and tomorrow there will be no stopping us, okay?"

Isabella smiled up at Edward, she didn't even know people like him existed. He held a piece of her heart now and nothing would ever change that.

James switched of the recorder and a smile lit up his face.

E/N- Glossary

Heavy Sugar: A lot of money.

Doublecross: to cheat, stab in back

Bunny: a term of endearment applied to the lost, confused