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AN: I'd like to apologise for any errors in the last chapter, I was running late and I shouldn't have posted before I re-read over everything. I hope it didn't ruin the chapter for you guys. Thanks for all the adds and reviews, I heart you guys hard :p
Now on with the chapter, this is within the same month as the last.
BPOV
I am officially a crazy person, like full on stalker mode complete with oversized sunglasses for no other reason than it's what people in the movies do. I'm sitting in my car, ugly crying (maybe there is a reason for the sunglasses after all), outside your house because I followed you here from work thinking you were cheating on me. How fuckin' ironic huh? I guess I'm happy to be the other woman just as long as I am the only one other than your wife.
You haven't been around much within the last 2 weeks and then last night you came over at 3am smelling of sex and I was so sure you were with one of those sluts from the club. I'm not sure I get to call anyone else a slut but fuck 'em I'm crazy now and I get to say or think what I like, it's my prerogative as the crazy stalker lady so get off my back! As it turns out it was your wife I could smell, I'll be the other woman just as long as I know I'm the only other woman you make love to.
Jesus I need to get a hold of myself, if you catch me sitting out here I'll be in a whole mess of trouble. My hands are too shaky to drive and I can't see shit even without the sunglasses I'm crying so hard. I'm a mess, a God damn filthy whore hot mess! Loving a married man, this I really don't mind but a married Casanova is a little out of my line.
Home I know comes first and second to that I'll be but when you're not there with her I want you right here with me. You have to promise me darlin' because I couldn't handle it, not the way she did, say you love me and only me. My heart aches so much and I can feel it crack and break with every skipped beat. I can see you both in there, snuggling, watching TV and I hate her so much and I need you even more than that.
My skin literally tingles with the need to touch you, to erase any trace of her from your skin and replace it with my scent and love. The urge is so bad I'm gripping the steering wheel so hard my knuckles turn white and I lose the feeling in my fingertips. I start feeling light headed and my vision starts to fade and I realise I'm holding my breath to try and control myself. I'll be your part time love but that's as far as I'll go, to be your part time fool would be stooping a little too low.
An unexpected knock on my passenger side window has me throwing myself in to mine while an unladylike screech leaves my throat. It's Emmett, your driver, and I know that you've seen me sitting out here. The colour drains from my face as fear and worry and shame seep in to my soul, you've sent him over to make me leave. For a split second I wonder if I make a big enough scene you'd come out to deal with me but fuck that I'm in enough trouble already so I lean over and unlock the door so Emmett can get in.
I start laughing as he situates himself in my tiny little car, partly because he looks so silly and partly because my nerves have gotten the better of me and I'm becoming hysterical, is that better than ugly crying? His sharp tone snaps me out of it and my laugh dies on my lips,
"You shouldn't be here Bella, go home." I take deep breathes as the rejection flashes hot and painful through my system, those are your words even if Emmett spoke them and it hurts. I look at Emmett, pleading with my eyes for him to understand.
"Can you… I just… Please Emmett, I need to see him. Just for a second, I'm breaking." He shakes his head no but it's the pity in his eyes that dumps icy cold clarity over me. God I must look so stupid and pathetic, begging to see a married man. Another deep breath and I sit up straighter; I fix my eyes on the road and start the car.
"Good choice doll face." Emmett unfolds himself out of my car and back in to his and I start to drive home, where my bed smells like you, where everything reminds me of you.
Not 2 minutes later my phone beep, beep, beeps with a new text message and I almost kill myself swerving on to the side of the road so I can read it safely. It's from you. My heart beats return to normal and my lungs loosen up enough so I can take a proper breath and I can feel my lips pulling up in to a smile. Just the fact that you've acknowledged me is enough to calm me down.
You're beyond angry that I came to the house but you're also beside yourself with worry, I beam. You do care. Oh thank God! I tell you I'm fine, that I let my stupid paranoid girl thinking get the better of me but as long as you loves me I'm ok. I don't have to wait long for your reply and it's full of love and wanting for me.
Driving home doesn't feel so ominous now and even though I know I'll get it when I next see you for going to your house I'm happier then I have been all week and I can't wait to see you. I'll be the other woman just as long as I am the only one other than your wife.