A/N Thank you for your reviews and major thanks to Leslie, Farah, Mona and TwiLighT7242 xx
The story is inspired by Picking up the pieces - Paloma Faith www . youtube watch?v = oFWMBmiNY5k
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CHAPTER 14 BPOV
"Bella? Bella, where have you gone?" my drinking buddy laughs.
Hunter, as he introduced himself, is a fine drinking partner. He was happy to match me shot for shot, making me laugh, and making me blush with his innuendo. It's nice to feel sexy, it's nice to be complimented and flattered for once.
Wanted.
And Hunter made me feel wanted.
Dragging me up to dance to the shit euro pop the DJ was playing, Hunter put his arms up in the air, doing this mad, sort of rave dance. I laugh, joining him, letting go for the first time in weeks.
It isn't until he slips his arms around my waist whispering, "Come home with me," in my ear, that sense suddenly appears.
If I go with him, will that make me even with Edward, or just as bad as him?
The sensible, moral side of me reminds me that I'm not that type of person, and I that I have always taken my vows seriously.
The betrayed side says fuck it, what's good for the goose is good for the gander. If Edward can do it, so can I.
The words of my song float around in my head in answer.
Perfect heart, she's flawless
She's the other woman
Shining in her splendour
You were lost
Smirking at Hunter, I lift my bag, and head for the door.
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Is Bella right/wrong? Let me know what you would do x