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A/N: So this chapter is a little bit stressful and angsty in the beginning, but it ends with a bang.......(and yes, I do mean it like that.....hehehehe)

Oh, and if you guys haven't figured it out yet, yes we are alternating chapters, so you will get two Alice, then two Bella, so on and so on like you have already......keeps it interesting......:)

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Yesterday on SFS/APOV:

I hung up the phone and place my head in my hands again. I had a feeling this would be either easier or harder than I thought. Doing this face-to-face was going to be the most difficult thing in the world. If he gave me the puppy dog eyes I would cry, if he got angry, I would cry and get angry right back. If he took it well . . . I would know I was doing the right thing.

Nothing in the options made it any easier; and I had no way to prepare myself for the unknown. I just had to get in there and do it. I hated myself for letting it get this far and small pangs of guilt ebbed through me like razor sharp icicles. What a mess to get myself into.

First, I go and screw up my friendship for sex, and I was now carrying his socks and watch around in my purse. Second, I had gone and developed a crush on a taken guy; even saying that was hard, crush was the understatement of the century. Last, but certainly not least, I had lied to my only best friend covering the first up. I needed my head examined.

There was a light tap on my door, and before I could call out it swung open. I smiled at the face mischievously grinning at me from the other side of it.

"Come in, Bella." I requested, smiling at my best friend.

Socks are the Antichrist?

BPOV

"So.....spill. Why exactly did you run out of my house in such a hurry last night?" I said taking a seat in the chair in front of Alice's desk.

"I thought you'd at least figured that much out, Bella. Jasper, my Jasper, is Rosalie's brother." Alice pushed a picture sat on her desk towards me, and nodded to it once.

I picked up the picture and couldn't help but be in awe of it. The way he was looking at her, it was amazing, intense, I was surprised that Alice hadn't stayed last night, I didn't see what the problem was, they were obviously attracted to each other.

"Alice, come on, that should be more reason for you to spend time with him. It's obvious he likes you, I mean, look at the way he is looking at you," I said, holding the picture up for her to see.

"Is this because of that guy you have been seeing? Is that why you don't want to get to know Jasper better? He was really nice; I think you two would be perfect for each other. Edward and Emmett both love him."

Jasper had been more than charming at the cookout; he was truly a very funny and easygoing guy. I could easily see Alice falling for his boyish charm and his unbelievable good looks. He would be the perfect match for her.

"I wish it was because of the guy I was seeing, it might make things easier, but that's a different story entirely. No, it's because Jasper has a girlfriend, Maria. She's a model with legs up to her earlobes, Claudia doesn't like her, but Jasper seems to. She's a real bitch."

"Oh god, Ali, no wonder you looked so freaked out when Rosalie said he was coming. I'm sure she's just a phase, he didn't even mention her last night. If his own mother hates her, you know it'll never work," I said, placing the picture back on the desk and reaching forward to take Alice's hand.

I made a mental note to interrogate Rosalie about this Maria person. It was a good sign that Claudia didn't like her, because that meant that it would never really go anywhere serious. She could be your worst enemy if you messed with her; I think that is why she and Rosalie got along so well, they were very similar.

I also found it surprising that Jasper would choose to be with someone who everyone obviously thought was a bitch. He was too nice to put up with someone like that willingly; I would definitely have to talk to Rose about this one. Those two were just as close as Emmett and I were, even though they had only been siblings for half a dozen years.

When I looked up to Alice, she seemed visibly upset, but I couldn't tell if it was about Jasper or something else.

"So is that why you are upset? Or is there something else? You know you can tell me anything, right?"

"It's a large part of it, but there's something else. Bella, I . . ." Alice dropped her head into her free hand and began sobbing quietly, her shoulders shaking gently.

I stood up and walked around the back of her desk, turning her chair so she could face me. I reached forward and hugged her, rubbing her shoulders softly as she continued to cry. Whatever had upset her was obviously very difficult for her to talk about, but I needed to know what it was before I could comfort her.

"Hey, shhhh, it's ok, whatever it is; you can tell me. Are you pregnant or something? I'll be here no matter what."

I knew that it probably wasn't that, but she had been so secretive about her love life lately, anything was possible.

"No, it's nothing like that . . . I just I'm breaking up with the guy I've been seeing. He wants to get serious but I can't, Bella . . . I, I just can't. I'm not in love with him. If I tell you something, will you promise not to be upset with me?"

I let go of Alice for a second and pulled up a chair to sit in front of her. I reached up, grabbed a tissue from her desk and handed it to her. She took it from me and dabbed at her eyes, I was sure that she was probably worried about ruining her makeup, but this was obviously more important than that.

"Ok, go ahead, tell me, I promise I won't get mad, you know I could never stay mad at you," I said, placing one of my hands on her knee.

Alice was always worried about people getting mad at her for the stupidest things. I guess it stemmed from her past relationships with men. People like James and Mike had really done a number on her. Alice was such a beautiful and caring person, and yet throw in a few assholes who don't know a good thing if it slaps them in their tiny junk, or kicks in James' case, and she believes the bullshit they tell her.

"Please don't judge me, I know you never would but I know how this is going to sound . . . The guy I have been seeing, well I haven't really been seeing him. We have an arrangement; I was so lonely and we are friends; it happened once and we decided that we should keep doing it. Now he's gone and asked us to make a go of it, but I can't it wouldn't be fair."

"Oh, wow, Alice, I had no idea it was only about sex," I said leaning back into my chair. I actually thought she might like him too. She had told me time and time again that it was just about sex, but I thought that was her way of telling me it wasn't serious.

I was kind of shocked, but I knew that Alice had been lonely since James, and I couldn't really blame her for wanting someone to be with. She hadn't been ready for any kind of relationship since that whole thing blew up in her face, so I could see how she could let herself get into that type of situation.

She sat there quietly and looked at me while I processed the information.

"Well, what are you going to tell him? I mean, it's understandable to want to end it if he's asking more than you can give, but are you sure? Are you sure it could never be like that with him?"

When she had talked about him with me a few times, she had always looked like he was someone special to her. To think that this person was her friend too must make this even more horrible for her.

"No, I love him enough not to want to hurt him, but I'm not in love with him. He's the most amazing guy, and he's damn good in bed, but there's no passion, I don't think I could ever get past that." Alice sighed and her hand fiddled with the picture on the desk. She bit back her tears as her eyes widened in the honesty of the moment. "I think I may have gone and fallen for Jasper . . . Bella, I feel like an idiot, I'm so confused. I barely know him, and he has a girlfriend. You know me; I could never, would never . . ."

I reached forward and pulled her towards me; she settled her head on my shoulder and started to cry. I had never in my life seen Alice Brandon so broken before, she deserved someone to love her, and I couldn't believe how crappy her love life had turned out. First she fell in love with an asshole who had a fiancée, then she got involved with someone only for casual sex, and now she was in love with one of her models who had a psycho girlfriend. My boring life seemed trivial compared to all of this.

After she had calmed down a bit, I leaned back and got her another tissue as she sat back in her chair sniffling.

"Ok, I know you have never wanted to tell me this, but I don't really care anymore. I promise I won't judge you, and I won't be mad, but who is he?"

Chances were I had or would probably meet this man, so I wanted to know exactly who he was so I could know if I needed to beat him or not. I knew that he was probably going to be upset when she broke it off with him, and I didn't want his ego to lash out at Alice, that was obviously the last thing she needed right now; another man taking a chip out of her armor.

"Bella I . . . You'll hate me," she said, covering her face with her hand.

If she thought I was going to hate her, then it obviously was someone that I knew, I wouldn't be mad at her if I didn't know the guy. Whoever this was, it was obviously someone close to me, because otherwise she wouldn't be so reluctant to tell me.

I sat back on my heels for a moment and contemplated what this could all mean, and then light a freight train, it just hit me, and hard.

It all clicked into place, it made sense. I couldn't believe I hadn't noticed it before. They had always been friends, but I couldn't believe that either of them would agree to something like this, it was so out of character for both of them. I wasn't angry, I was just shocked. No wonder he kept asking me about her, and the messages on her desk. It all made complete sense; especially after seeing them in the kitchen yesterday. I felt so stupid.

"Jacob," I said as I let out a huge breath of air I had been holding in.

"Bella, God, I wanted to tell you a million times. I knew it was wrong; and I do love him. We were both so lonely; I hated seeing him like that. We bumped into each other at a bar one night and we started hanging out a lot. One night he came back to the condo, and we started making out. It was always so easy with him, now he wants to give us a go, but nothing has changed for me, he's just one of my best friends. I never wanted to hurt anybody Bella, you have to believe me."

I was listening to the words spewing out of her mouth, but I was still sitting there wide eyed with my mouth hanging open. I mean, I never……wow……Jacob and Alice…..there was an interesting pair. How was that even possible? I mean, she's so small and he's well…..not…..at all.

"My god Alice, how could you.....I mean how could he.....why did you let it get this far?"

My head was spinning after she just confirmed it. Two of my best friends had been for all intensive purposes fucking behind my back. How was I supposed to react to this? I wanted to be mad, but I wasn't, I was just sad that it had come to this. They were both going to be crushed. No matter the outcome, they both got hurt.

Alice pulled her feet onto her chair and buried her head into her knees. She rocked slowly as her sobs picked up again. "You can't hate me any more than I hate myself right now, Bella. I understand if you want to leave. I would hate me too. I'm meeting him at lunch to stop this. I don't know how invested he is in all of this; but I know I will lose my friend. I wish I could make myself love him like that Bella, I wish I could look at him that way and know he was the one. He's so amazing, he's gentle and funny, playful and he makes me laugh all the time; but no matter how much I will myself to want him I can't . . . I want to but I can't. Jesus, what the fuck is wrong with me?"

I stood up and reached around her, she started sobbing again and threw her arms around my shoulders. I couldn't believe that this had all been going on and she hadn't come to me sooner. Alice had a bad habit of putting herself in the middle of precarious situations, but this was just crazy. I would never turn her away from coming to me about this, I mean, I might have smacked some sense into her after I found out, but she was my best friend. Of course I was going to be there for her.

"Shhhh, honey, its ok, I don't hate you.....I'm....uh....I just worry about you. I will be here for you, its ok, I promise I won't take sides. You are both my friends and I love you both, just be honest with him, he deserves that much."

Thinking about Jacob being heartbroken again just made me sad. I had done that unintentionally to him in college. I knew that he liked me, more than he probably should, but I still hung out with him anyways. I warned him about Edward and my crush beforehand, but after we started dating officially, Jacob never looked at me the same. I knew that was when he got close to Alice, but I never knew that they had gotten this close.

"I don't understand why I keep doing this to myself. Why is it so hard for me to find the one person, to find Mr. Right? Bella; do you think I'm emotionally inept? That I am my own worst enemy. Do you think I'm capable of love at all. I feel so useless, like . . . like I'm never meant to find anyone. I work ungodly hours; I insult anyone that even tries to get close to me, then I screw one of my best friends, knowing just how much I'm fucking us both up. Maybe I should be locked in a rubber room so I don't have the ability to hurt anyone else."

I chuckled at her admission; leave it to Alice to think she needed to be locked in a rubber room. She may have made reckless choices, but she wasn't crazy, just lonely, and obviously very sexually frustrated.

"No, Ali, I just think that you need to slow down and consider what you want in life. If you really want a serious relationship, then start by being someone's friend. Maybe just be friends with someone like Jasper, who is unavailable, and then work from there. You need to stop throwing yourself at men for sex, I know that's not what you meant to do, but James and Jacob were both like that. You can be friends with a guy and not sleep with them, right Al?"

Alice had definitely inherited her mother's worst personality trait. Katherine Brandon was a gifted fashion designer, who had very, very bad taste in men. Alice's father had died when she was really young, and Alice had been subjected to her mother's never ending stream of boyfriends.

They had always been nice to her, that was never the problem, but they were always men who used her mother, whether it be for company, sex, social influence. Alice's casual regard for intimacy had stemmed from never really having a positive male influence in her life. She had also inherited the tendency to be too trusting. I too suffered from that, but somehow, I had been able to find a man who actually respected me.

I knew that Jacob respected Alice, and that he would never be intentionally careless with her, but lonely people do desperate things, and obviously this arrangement stemmed from that.

"Of course I can; James, well I thought he loved me. Truth be told, I didn't give it up right away. I made him work for it; maybe I knew he was untrustworthy but went against my better judgment. With Jacob; I had been single for almost two years Bell. Two fucking years, I don't even know how to describe it. That first night with Jacob all started because he stroked my fucking cheek." Alice buried her eyes in the heels of her hands before continuing. "I hadn't been touched that gently in a while, James was never . . .well, never gentle. He liked it rough, he scared me sometimes. There were only two before that Jason Groves and Mike Fucking Newton in high school . . . and, well you know how that went."

I laughed as she finished with a smile on her face, I could tell that she was starting to relax, but I still didn't envy the fact that she still had to confront Jacob this afternoon. That was not going to be an easy task.

"I know you aren't all about the sex, I was just teasing you Al. But seriously, just focus on being Jasper's friend. I know you like him as more than that, but just be there for him. If Maria is the love of his life, then support that, no matter how much of a bitch she is. If not, then be there for him when he needs you. If you two are really meant to be, then it will be. You will find someone Alice Brandon, you will not be a spinster, I know it. Just relax and take what life throws at you, and for gods sake, don't sleep with Jake again."

"I didn't plan on it. I knew I shouldn't have last night. He's so affectionate when he's drunk it was hard not to. This morning though, I found his socks, his watch and toothbrush in the condo, and I realized he was serious about trying to make a go of it. Normally the only remnant he was there is an indentation in the pillow. It was like a sign, or an omen depending on how you look at it."

"Oh god Alice, not the socks. You know what that means don't you?" I said, as she looked at me with a confused look on her face. "Socks are like the ultimate sign of commitment, once a man leaves his socks on your floor; that means he's become too comfortable in the relationship."

She laughed at me, and rolled her eyes, so I continued.

"No, seriously, as soon as we started living together, Edward left his socks all over the place, it's like they multiplied, and then after we got married, oh god don't get me started......"

"You're telling me that socks are the antichrist of relationships?" Alice laughed gently. "I guess I can see it, I mean I probably wouldn't mind so much if we were together. It's just he's always been so clean. He takes everything with him. Like I said I would think I was dreaming if it wasn't for the indentation on the pillow."

Oh god, Alice was so clueless, but I guess it was something that only married women would know. The dirty little secret of married men and trading washing socks for sex......

"You have no idea, just wait, one day you will know what I mean," I said sitting back into my chair and smiling at her.

I glanced at the clock and couldn't believe that it was actually a quarter 'til noon. Alice was going to have to get ready to go meet Jacob, and I needed to get my article to Suzanna to proof. Lunchtime would be spent at my computer today because I had to leave early to go to a celebration party at a bar tonight for Edward and his fellow interns, now that their exams were over.

"Oh crap Al, I gotta go, I have to work through lunch today, and you need to take care of things," I said standing up from my chair and holding my hand out to help Alice up from hers.

I hugged her tightly and said, "Everything's going to be fine, just be honest with him, I'm sure it will be hard, but I know he will understand."

"I hope your right, Bella, still it doesn't make this any easier. Thank you for being so understanding, and please don't tell Edward. He'll tell Emmett and I can't stand the thought of Emmett knowing about this, you know how he likes to use that kind of crap to make people cringe."

I knew exactly what she was talking about when it came to my brother. He used every bit of intimate knowledge he could find out about a person and turned it into a perverted joke. Sometimes it was truly annoying, but he only ever did it to a person if he cared about them. I guess it was Emmett's way of showing a person he loved them, but it was still annoying, nonetheless.

"He wouldn't tell Emmett, but if it really bothers you, I won't tell him. You are the only person I would lie to my husband for, so you owe me," I said winking at her. "Ok, you go get ready, I want details later, and I promise I won't let on that I know if I see Jacob."

Edward and I had a sort of pact when it came to sharing things with each other. What is said in the privacy of our bedroom; stays in the privacy of our bedroom. I guess it was our version of the old Vegas saying. He never broke my confidence, and I never broke his, it was just how we were. Alice hated it sometimes when she was fishing for juicy gossip, but he was my husband, and therefore my support system, so she understood.

"I don't mind Edward knowing, you two are kind of a package deal, I just don't want Emmett bringing this up if I ever get married." Alice laughed playfully. "I remember the speech from your wedding."

"Yeah, my brother is totally going to scar his son someday," I said laughing and heading towards the door.

Emmett's speech at our wedding had been beyond embarrassing, he brought up the first time I had met Edward, and apparently in my shock at seeing him in a Speedo, I had actually drooled as I was being introduced to him. Then he got into some joke about catching Edward and I talking dirty to each other on the phone, and Edward had to take the microphone away from him. Emmett Swan was born without a filter, and even in a room full of several hundred people, he didn't even bat an eyelash at telling people my dirty secrets.

"Eh, I actually think that's one thing he'll be good at. Sorry, I know you have to go. Thanks Bella, I love you."

"Love you too, Alice, I'll talk to you later....lunch tomorrow?"

"Perfect."

I couldn't believe how hard this all was, I felt so stupid for whining about being a housewife. I was always so jealous of her career, and her power, and all she really wanted was someone to love. I had that, in spades, and I guess that I had taken it for granted. When you find your soul mate when you are in your early twenties, you forget that everyone else is looking for the same thing.

Heading back to my desk in a hurry, I downloaded the most recent draft of my article onto a jump drive and headed towards Suzanna's office.

I could hear the printer going in her office as I approached her door, which was cracked open, and was glad that she was still there. She tended to order take out and eat in her office most days, so I was happy she was following the norm.

Knocking on the door lightly, I peeked my head around the corner to find her talking quietly on the phone. She swiveled her chair around and held her finger up for me to wait, and quickly ended her conversation.

"Sorry, Bella, how can I help you?" she said smiling.

"Hey, I just wanted to give you my most recent draft, I think this one might be it."

"Oh, great, here, just let me download it onto my laptop," she said, holding her hand out.

I gave her the jump drive and she plugged it in quickly while I waited.

"Is it still alright if I head out early today?" I asked, making sure that I was still able to leave early enough to get home and change.

"Of course, Bella, all I need for the rest of this issue is a polished draft, and you are actually several days ahead of schedule. You are doing a great job, I hope you don't use this as a stepping stone, I would hate to lose you."

"Well, I never really gave much thought to doing anything past this," I answered honestly.

I was really enjoying the job; I didn't realize that the magazine industry publishing could be so interesting. Even though it was a fashion publication, it was still nice to feel like I was contributing to the world. There were going to be hundreds of thousands of women reading my words in a few weeks time, and that was something I had always wanted. Sure, it wasn't some epic piece of literature, but people were going to read it, and people might go purchase a book they might not have just by reading my appraisal of it. The power of that was slightly intoxicating.

"I know, its all new, but just so you know, you have done this job way better than any of our other critics, we are actually considering making this a column instead of an issue regular spread. I showed your writing samples and your first draft to the chief print editor, and he loved it. We will know after we get the initial reaction to this issue, but it looks good."

"Oh wow, thank you for the opportunity."

In a few weeks time, I had gone from detailing the grout in my bathtub with a bleach pen, to being considered for a column in a magazine. That was seriously insane…….good…..but insane. My life had always been filled with dull and predictable events. The last time anything spontaneous and unpredictable had happened in my life was when I looked up from reading my book one day in college and my eyes met with Edward.

Now, even though I was married to him, it still seemed like my life had fallen into this slump of predictability.

Meet perfect guy, fall in love, buy dog, get married, buy house, become perfect Stepford wife, spit out 2.4 kids, live in suburban bliss, get old, go senile, die in the arms of your loving husband of over fifty years, the end.

Now it had all changed in a matter of weeks. Who knows what the universe had planned for me next.

"No problem Bella, I just wanted to let you know you are doing a great job. I'll let you know if I hear anything further," she said handing me the jump drive.

I headed back to my cubicle utterly inspired and frantically wrote for the next four hours, before I knew it, the alarm on my phone was alerting me that I needed to head home to change for the party, and I was flying high.

The drive home took shorter than usual, and I made it home before Edward even got there.

As I was pulling off my suit pants to get into the shower, my phone beeped, alerting me to a text message.

Love, can't make it home, there was an emergency at the hospital, see you there, make sure to take a cab. I miss you.

E

I groaned in frustration, but knew that it was inevitable; his work at the hospital had gotten a lot more hectic since he passed his exam with flying colors. He was even hopeful about getting placed at a local hospital for his residency. They wouldn't find out for a few more weeks, but I was happy that we wouldn't have to move.

Quickly ridding myself of the rest of my clothes, I got into the shower and washed as quickly as possible. My mind was swimming with the possibilities that this new change at work had brought with it. I could have my own column, in a nationally circulated fashion magazine, this was HUGE! Screw being a novelist, I would be read nationwide……

Since I was so excited, I actually went through the trouble of putting on sexy makeup and curling my hair. I was going to celebrate tonight, and I planned on getting my husband drunk and horny to join me.

I normally dressed up as the demure little housewife to go to these things, but I was going to go all out. I pulled on a short black pleated skirt, and a dark blue v-neck top. It wasn't slutty, but it definitely accentuated all of my assets. I actually went so much as to pull on a pair of knee high black heeled boots. Edward wasn't going to know what hit him.

By the time I finished getting ready, I heard a honk from outside and realized that my cab was here already. I quickly rounded up my purse and threw my house keys inside and sprinted out to the curb.

The cabby gave me a once over, obviously approving of my outfit choice and I got into the back seat quickly and told him the address of the bar we were meeting at.

When I got there, the place was busy, even though it was only six o'clock on a Monday. I didn't see anyone I knew, so I slid up to the bar, and asked the bartender for a glass of pinot noir. I always got happy drunk on wine, so I figured I might as well get a head start.

While I was waiting, a man sat down beside me, and I instantly recognized his scent. It was something that I had been subjected to more times than I wanted to remember, and the sudden urge to punch something overcame me.

"Hey there," he purred, reaching over to place his hand on the small of my back. I almost expected him to pull out the line 'come here often' next, but James was never really one to sweet talk his one night conquests, he just wanted to look for someone to fuck while he was in town on business.

He obviously didn't recognize me, so when I spun around to face him, he was taken aback by the fury in my eyes.

"Don't even think about it you pig. I, unlike some people, actually believe in fidelity."

"Oh, wow, sorry Bella, I…..I didn't recognize you."

The look on his face was priceless, totally taken aback by my confidence. He had always just treated me as Alice's shy sidekick, little did he know, marriage actually agreed with me. Edward had always encouraged me to be more confident and engaging, unless my confidence was aimed at him, of course.

"Well, you know who I am now, so go find someone else to prey on, James. I'm waiting for my husband."

He smirked as he looked over my shoulder and laughed to himself as he leaned over to whisper in my ear. His hot breath hit my neck and a wave of nausea overtook me as I tried to scoot further away from him. He smelled like cheap liquor and old spice, not an appealing combination.

"Well, well, well….I never knew you were into threesomes Bella, I guess Edward truly is a lucky man."

I spun around towards the door and my face instantly became hot. There was my husband, with the blonde tramp called Tanya hanging onto his elbow, whispering something into his ear. She truly had no shame. Tanya was always trying to throw herself at him every opportunity she got, she had this whole forbidden fruit complex. Well, Edward's 'fruit' belonged to me, and I was not in the mood to share.

"Don't even start with me you asshole," I said to James as I got up and walked towards the door, leaving my glass at the bar.

Edward's eyes lit up as I approached, and Tanya didn't even realize that I was there as she kept talking to him.

I grabbed his hand and roughly pulled him towards me, crashing my lips against his forcefully and weaving my hands into his messy bronze colored hair.

He pushed me backwards slightly and responded with the same fervor, plunging his tongue into my mouth as his hands pulled my hips roughly against his.

I completely forgot where we were until the sound of her clearing her throat caused us to break apart breathing heavily.

"Oh, sorry," he mumbled as he leaned away from me, his fingers tucking a stray lock of hair behind my ear as he gazed into my eyes. They were filled with lust and anticipation, and I knew that my little stunt had done the trick.

I peered over his shoulder and Tanya was practically seething with anger, so I flashed her a knowing grin and raised an eyebrow at her. She narrowed her eyes at me and huffed, she was always acting like an insolent toddler. Why she believed she had a claim on my husband was beyond me, he had made his desires towards her perfectly clear.

Nice try bimbo, he's mine!

She stormed towards the bar and ordered what appeared to be a shot, and took it back forcefully as James stared at her in awe. He was obviously transfixed by her over processed blonde hair spilling down over her back as she shook her head afterwards.

Edward kissed me lightly on the cheek and laughed as he grabbed my hand and led me to the bar.

"So love, what was that all about?" he whispered, rubbing circles with his thumb on the back of my hand.

"Oh, I just thought this was a celebration," I said innocently, walking up to the bar and leaning against it.

He stepped up behind me, and placed his hands on either side of me while he whispered in my ear.

"Well, if that was just the start, I can't wait to see how this celebration turns out," he said, kissing me on the neck lightly. I shivered at his touch and he chuckled as he pressed his hips a little more firmly into the back of my skirt.

The rest of the night was a blur, Tanya surprisingly enough didn't say a word to me, and neither did James. They both remained at the bar the entire night, taking shots with each other. She was stumbling around drunk after only an hour, and I was glad that she had found someone else to sink her teeth into. Those two would be a match made in hell.

Edward and I talked with some of the other interns, and we even spent about an hour on the dance floor before he decided that we need to go home. Apparently having his wife wearing a mini skirt and grinding up on his obvious erection kept him from being able to concentrate on anything else. The entire night, at least one of his hands or his lips were making contact with my exposed skin. If I had been younger, or more drunk, I might have dragged him into a bathroom stall, but I the anticipation of having to wait until we were home made it that much better.

As we were getting into a cab, I saw Tanya and James stumble out of the bar, and they climbed into the cab behind us. I turned slightly and saw him kiss her roughly, pushing her against the window of their cab before we pulled away.

Once a man whore, always a man whore, but I could honestly saw that Tanya was getting what she deserved. I hope that she would realize eventually that she was never going to get my husband to return her obvious affection and give up. Maybe being used as James' sex toy would convince her she really was trash.

When we got home, we were both buzzed, and I was feeling a familiar ache between my thighs.

Edward paid the cabby, picked me up bridal style, and carried me to our doorstep as he fumbled in the pocket of his jeans to pull out his keys.

Once we were inside, he captured me in a heated kiss and pushed me back lightly against the stairs. He was just as hungry for it as I was, and I couldn't wait any longer to have him. His tongue entered my mouth and I moan against his lips as he pressed himself into me.

I pulled on the button of his jeans as his hands slid up the skin of my thighs, under my skirt and his fingers pulled aside my panties. I moaned as he pushed a finger inside of me and began pumping as he kissed my neck and exposed collarbone. His other hand cupped my right breast and he ran his thumb over the material of my shirt, instantly hardening my nipple.

His heated touch was making any coherent thoughts fly out of my brain as I became overpowered by our lust for each other. Edward knew how to play my body like an instrument, and I was lost to the sensation of his digits sliding and twisting inside of my wet core.

With shaking hands, I fought with the zipper of his pants, and finally got it down, pulling roughly with both hands until his pants and boxers went down to free his erection. He was up and definitely ready for me as I saw the pre cum start to pool at his tip.

The speed of his finger picked up quickly, and he curled his fingers upwards sending me over the edge. I cried out his name and leaned my head against the step above me as my legs bucked against him. He removed his fingers and roughly pulled down my panties, his hands moving back under my skirt to grasp my hips to pull me towards him once they were discarded.

He didn't even hesitate before he sheathed himself inside of me and firmed his grip on my hips setting a frantic speed. His hot skin was blazing a trail inside of me pulsing, hitting me in all the right places. He angled my hips upwards and continued to thrust, hitting my g-spot over and over as he continued his assault.

My head was spinning and he was forceful, but I loved it, the way he was filling me to the hilt and grunting against my neck. It was so hot and erotic. Our clothes were rubbing up against each other, and my nipples were painfully hard as the material of my bra rubbed against them.

Sex naked, skin to skin, was amazing, but there was something to be said about the friction and heat that built up when you only removed the essentials to go at each other.

"Oh god Bella, I love you so much," he grunted before his entire body tensed sending him into his orgasm. His head arched away from me and his fingers dug into the exposed flesh of my hips under my skirt.

As he pulsed inside of me, the tension that had reformed in my abdomen let loose and I arched my back against the stairs behind me and pressed my pelvis into his forcefully as I clenched onto him and milked out the rest of his climax. My legs were shaking violently, my knees trapped between Edward's body and the stairs.

Once my muscles released him, he collapsed against me panting, and I whispered that I loved him in his ear as I ran my hands through his sweaty hair.

Reluctantly he pulled out of me and tugged his boxers and pants up, not bothering to zip them up before he reached out to help me up. He picked up my discarded panties and carried them in his hand as he pulled me up the stairs.

We intertwined our hands as we headed to the bedroom, both of us trying to regain our breath. Once we were inside, he closed the door and gently helped me pull off my clothes, then took off his own. He picked up the discarded clothing, even the socks, and headed into the bathroom.

I followed him and smiled to myself as he placed the items into the correct bins of the laundry cart. Maybe there was hope for him after all.

He turned around and smiled at me with a familiar smirk, and opened up the shower door to start the water. His back was glistening with perspiration, and with every movement, the muscles would shift and they held my complete and utter attention.

When the temperature was just right, he motioned for me to step in, and he followed shortly behind me, loosely gripping my his as he closed the door behind him.

He kissed me on the neck and I leaned back against his smooth muscled chest as he reached up to grab the bottle of body wash in the shower basket. He squirted some in his hands and returned his attention to my body.

He washed my body slowly with his bare hands as he gently kissed me on the back and neck. His touch was loving and I wandered how I was lucky enough to get such a wonderful husband. Once he was done, he squeezed some shampoo in my hair, lazily lathering it into my long locks. He was very gentle and I closed my eyes and hummed at the sensation.

I washed myself off and returned the favor as I turned to face him. His skin was hot and smooth as I ran my hands across the planes of his defined stomach, and around his backside as I gave him a little squeeze. His eyes were closed tightly and a small smile played on his lips as I continued my path down his lean legs. While I was washing him, I could tell he was enjoying it, because he was quickly getting hard. When I leaned up to wash his hair, he kissed along my neck and pressed his hardness into my stomach as I lathered the shampoo into his messy coif.

We finished up quickly, turning off the warm water after we had both washed off the soap, and as he was drying me off, he whispered in my ear.

"I love it when you get jealous, maybe I will have to have her flirt with me in front of you more often."

"I have no idea what you are talking about Mr. Cullen, I was just excited to see my husband," I said leading him back to the bed. "And if I so much as hear of you flirting to try to make me jealous, there will be repercussions mister."

He laughed heartily, and I put my hands on my hips and scowled at him, so he abruptly stopped and flashed me his innocent pouty face. I shook my head at him and he continued his path towards our bed in all his naked glory.

I made sure my alarm was set and climbed into the bed naked, and he walked around to his side and climbed in, scooting himself towards me until we were facing each other.

He reached his arm around to my back and pulled me towards him, kissing me lightly. When my body was flush against his I could feel that he was pleasantly aroused, and I deepened the kiss, my tongue gently massaging his.

His leg slipped in between my thighs, and he slowly pushed his hip into my center, urging the moisture to reform in my most intimate of places.

His warm hands ran along the exposed skin of my back as his lips continued moving in tandem with my own. I ran my fingers down his sculpted chest and grabbed onto his hip as he lightly pressed himself against me harder.

After a few more passes of our lips, he leaned me back gently and settled himself in between my legs, kissing down my cheek, along my jaw, and onto my neck, earning some breathy moans from me in the process.

The second time that night, we went slow; and he didn't even bother to stop making love to me to find a condom. Edward was loving me, and I couldn't have felt more content in my life.

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