A/N: Thanks so much for all the reviews! You guys make me so happy :) Now without further ado, the story.
I don't own twilight!
EPOV
Things with Bella were ok, they weren't amazing but ok. I could live with that for now I guess. She finally let me sleep in the same bed as her after I'd begged and apologized profusely for days on end.
Now I had to follow her around and act like her personal slave if I wanted any chance of forgiveness.
So that's why we were at the mall, Bella said she wanted to do some shopping and I was her designated bag carrier.
"If beauty were time, you'd be an eternity." A voice stated. I turned around and followed Bella's gaze, to see a very cocky looking guy leaning against one of the pillars.
He had blonde hair with brown tints, and a very prominent chin.
His body looked strong and muscular, although mine was probably more. He was smiling at Bella in way that made me want to punch him in the face.
Did he just fucking flirt with my wife, I suppressed a growl, and held my fist back.
"Mike," Bella exclaimed happily, I nearly gagged, so this was Mike. Well that fucking explains a lot. She reached for my hand and pulled me towards him. "I haven't seen you for ages, what are you doing here?" She asked him, she sounded like she really was happy to see him.
"Yeah, I had a few days off…I decided to catch up on some household things, you know." He commented with a wink.
He winked, how dare he fucking wink at my wife, and a few days…he was away for a few days, I mean ages was a bit of an exaggeration.
"By the way I never asked, did you get my flowers?" He asked.
"Yes I did, thank you. I loved them, they were absolutely beautiful," Bella replied nodding. "Oh Mike, this is Edward my husband." She said gesturing towards me, "and Edward, this is Mike, he works with me." Bella quickly explained as if I didn't already know.
I nodded, "hey." Mike held out his hand, which I reluctantly shook.
"It's nice to finally meet you, Bella never shuts up about you." He stated with an annoyed expression. I couldn't help but smile widely at that.
"Hey," Bella retorted, playfully hitting him. I felt uneasy watching their easy interaction.
As much as I hated to admit it, I was jealous. I can't believe I was fucking jealous. Why would I be jealous? After days of convincing myself I wasn't jealous, the feeling was back again. I guess I already knew I was jealous of stupid Mike. I mean my reaction to the flowers and the late night phone call proved as much. But Bella was mine. I could fuck her whenever I wanted.
But I couldn't, thanks to the stupid bet which I cursed once again. Maybe it was just lack of sex that made me feel this way.
I stopped myself right there, before my imagination got the best of me…god dammit, why was life so fucking hard.
"So you're a sex therapist as well?" I asked Mike, trying to distract myself by asking stupid questions I already knew the answers to.
"Yep," he said nodding. "But my therapy doesn't just consist of talking to them," he added with another wink. "Kidding," He said noticing my expression.
Bella laughed, and I tried to laugh as well. What the fuck, was he really fucking patients behind their husbands' backs? From what I'd seen so far, I wouldn't put it past him.
"Well we should get going," Bella said a little uncertainly.
"Yeah, so should I…a million things to pick up." He laughed again at the double meaning of that. Once again Bella joined in, my jealousy flared up again. Did she really think that little fuck was funny?
"Mike," Bella said sternly, but I knew she was fooling around.
"Hey, it was really nice to meet see you Edward," Mike said to me. "And I will see you tomorrow," He said happily, turning back to Bella. Her reached out and jokingly touched her nose with his finger.
Was it just me, or was there something more to that then colleague friendliness. He reached over and hugged Bella tightly, wrapping his arms around her; one on the small of her back, and the other tangled in her hair. Then he broke away and kissed her on the cheek.
That is it, first the flowers, the late night calls and now this. Go find someone else to fucking hit on, and leave my wife alone. The urge to punch him was becoming stronger by the second, and I growled loudly. Bella shot me a look, but Mike didn't seem to hear it.
I think I would have actually punched him, if he didn't wave and walk away. I considered following him and took a step forward, but Bella's hand on my arm restrained me. I shook it of, a bit roughly.
"Edward, what the hell?" Bella asked angrily. I swiftly turned towards her.
"He fucking hugged you and then kissed you." I hissed; my teeth clenched together.
"Edward, he hugged me, it was just a hug. As for the kiss, it was on the cheek, we do it all the time."
"You kiss all the time?" I asked horror-struck.
"Edward, not like that…on the cheek." She tried to assure me.
"Have you slept together?" I asked ignoring her.
"What?" She asked fuming.
"I said; have you slept together?" I repeated.
"What the fuck do you think?" She snapped her lip curling back in anger. "Edward we've fucking been through this, remember a couple of weeks ago when you asked me the very same question and I threw you out of our room, or my room if you continue this crap."
"Just answer the fucking question Bella, have you or have you not had sex together?" I asked once more, my patience running out.
I knew I was probably being a bit harsh, and probably over-reacting again. But at the moment I didn't care.
"I cannot believe you are bringing this up again. What the hell is wrong with you?"
"I now have proof to believe that what I said was true. You were lying to me all along weren't you?" I demanded trying to keep my anger in check.
"Unbelievable, an innocent hug and a kiss on the cheek is proof to you that we've had sex Edward?"
"Just answer the question Bella." I asked one last time.
"No Edward, we haven't had sex together," She shouted angrily. Several heads turned to look at us, but I didn't care.
"Good," I shouted back just as angrily. A tear ran down Bella's face, I stepped forward. Instinctively, my hand shot out towards her cheek, wiping the tear away.
Her hand grabbed mine, and pushed it away roughly. "Don't fucking touch me Edward," she screeched furiously, more tears running down her face.
I cringed back, "Bella."
"Don't talk to me Edward, I don't want to hear your voice." Tears ran down faster and faster until she was sobbing.
People were staring more openly, I know I had created a scene but once again I didn't care.
"Bella," I started. "Please–"
"I said don't talk to me, I thought we were past all of this but you had to bring it up again didn't you?" She said cutting me of. She turned around and began to run in the opposite direction.
"Where are you going?" I shouted out. She ignored me and kept running; I began to run after her. "To Mike?" I asked cruelly.
She stopped dead in her tracks, and turned around slowly. That was low, even for me. I regretted it instantly, "Bella, I didn't mean that–"
"No Edward…that's exactly where I'm going, to fuck Mike." She began to cry more, and more. I couldn't even close the distance between her, and comfort her.
She turned around, and I watched her walk slowly, until she was out of sight. The people around us, who were staring before, were slowly breaking away.
There was nothing left to see. I couldn't move, so I just stood there, waiting for her to come back. But she didn't and eventually it got late. Somehow, this time I didn't think she was going to come back. This time I didn't think she was going to forgive me. I still hadn't moved.
It began to drizzle slowly; people began to scurry back inside, trying to find shelter.
But I just stood there; the rain began to pick up quickly. I still didn't make a move; I stood there until I was fully drenched.
"Oh Edward," A voice said sadly. I knew the voice, but I didn't try to recognise it.
I felt two pairs of hands grab either sides of my arms and drag me inside. What the fuck had I done now?
A/N: So there we go, Edward screws up once again. Somehow I have a feeling that Bella won't be so forgiving this time? What do you think?