"Blue hydrangea, cold cash, divine. Cashmere, cologne and white sunshine."—Lana

On Sunday, I woke up with the worst headache. And in this moment I was grateful I had Paul in the house. The man had a potent cure for the hangover.

I spent the entire day absolutely doing nothing. It was a lazy day and I was too tired to engage myself with some activities. Mostly I just lied on the couch or reread this month's Vogue. Yeah, so interesting.

Around three, Jamie came to the house. Dressed so casual in dark jeans and t-shirt. He sported a usual bun and wide smile. But my attention diverted the second I spotted a box of chocolate in his hand. I freaked out. Because I was a hardcore chocolate lover. Like, seriously. It wasn't totally healthy, I know, but come on. It was chocolate.

"Is that for me?" I asked, even before he had a chance to sit. I couldn't hide the excitement. Hell, I thought I was bouncing impatiently in my seat.

"Well, hello to you too, principessa." He greeted. But my eyes were already on the prize. It was Godiva. "No kiss for me, huh?"

No what?

He chuckled, but handed me the box in the end. I opened it wordlessly and God. What's inside even more beautiful than the packaging itself.

"Is it good?" he asked as I took a piece into my mouth. I nodded my head. Couldn't find a word to describe the rich taste. He picked one from the box and devoured it, humming contently.

"Damn, I feel like I'm alive again." I said after a moment.

He raised one eyebrow. "You mean you've been dead all this time, huh?"

"A part of me, yes." I replied honestly.

"You stay, though." Those blues were confused. But I didn't want to talk about it.

"Yeah, so."

"So."

"Why are you here?" I inquired after a pause.

His smirk was cocky. "I can be here whenever with no particular reason, B."

"Right."

"Let's take a ride. I'm bored." He said. Yet his tone was mischievous.

"Only if you let me drive." I challenged him.

If it was Edward, he would definitely say no in less than a second. But Jamie, well, he was a bit unpredictable. No, I never thought he would really hand me the key of his Bugatti. It was like, the love of his life.

"Don't scratch it." He warned.

"I won't." My smile was wide.

It was such a chilly afternoon, but I loved it. It had been a long time since I drove around the city. And the fact that I was driving a fast car just added the sprinkles to the cake. I liked the wind blowing up my hair when we let the windows down. I felt free. Sea breeze, beach waves, and salty air. This was so refreshing. I was a normal girl for a minute.

Jamie, on the other hand, didn't seem to enjoy the ride. Every time I sped up or did some maneuvers, he would lose his shit. I wanted to roll my eyes. He was over exaggerating. This was obviously safer compared to the way he drove.

"How did you even get your license?" he commented. Not proud at all. "You're driving like a maniac." I ignored the maniac thing. If this was maniac, how did he describe his?

"I don't have my license." I honked to several cars that got in the way.

"What?"

"Well, I did. But I lost it. It's expired anyway."

"Unbelievable." He said. As if it was a really, really bad thing. I bit my tongue on his false concern. Hell, this was much holier than his crimes.

"Where do you suggest we go?" I asked finally when I realized we were just passing the same road for the third times.

"There's a small bar I know you'll like."

"Okay."

The bar was just five minutes away. And when he said small, it really was. The place was simple. The walls were plain blue in the color of the ocean. Some tropical house music was played in the background. Beach vibe all over. I had never pictured him in this kind of place before. But he was right. I liked it. A lot.

We made our way to the empty chairs in the corner. We sat and then the waitress took our orders. Not long after that, our mimosas were served. I sipped mine and he sipped his. But his blatant stare behind the rim of the glass bothered me.

"What?"

He placed the glass back on the table. Arms folded in front of his chest. "I just wonder how it would be if you met me first instead of Edward."

I briefly wondered about it too. "Would it be less ugly, though?"

"Probably. I don't know." He shrugged.

"You're less complicated than him." I stated it like a fact. That was true. Jamie was open and tended to be spontaneous. Meanwhile Edward was full of secrets and so calculated.

"I am." He smirked. "And I bet we could be more—"

"Mr. Salucci." A man abruptly stopped by our table, cutting off his words. He had tan skin, black hair and well-built body. And although he addressed Jamie, no need to be a genius to realize that he observed me more intently.

Jamie seemed like he regretted he didn't see him coming. But soon, he replaced the look with a sardonic smile. "Officer Uley." He replied. Of course the man was a law enforcer. If not, Jamie wouldn't look this wary.

"Sorry to interrupt your date with Miss…" He paused. But none of us was stupid enough to fill him in with the information. I couldn't believe I didn't mess up, though. "Never mind. I saw you two and I thought I would stop to say hi." He said. As if the two of them were long time best friends.

"Oh, really? Too bad we're leaving now."

Jamie left his money on the table and got up. I followed him swiftly.

"Maybe another time." The man nodded his head. It was like he had expected we would leave on his presence.

Jamie didn't reply. He didn't even cast a glance at the officer.

We just exited the bar and drove away from there.

The trip home was a little bit tense. Jamie was behind the wheel now. Yet his focus remained somewhere else. I wanted to ask him questions, but at the same time didn't want to disturb the silence.

We arrived at the house fifteen minutes later. We slid out the car and walked inside. To the usual sitting room where my Vogue and the chocolate box spread carelessly on the coffee table.

I stopped dead in my tracks as I found Edward sitting on the couch. Those piercing greens were dark. One look and the universe knew he wasn't happy. But his unhappiness seemingly lifted Jamie's mood.

"I told you to stay lowkey for awhile." Edward said in clipped tone. Anger flared in his eyes.

"And I didn't do anything except taking your girl out for a drink." Jamie replied, grinning from ear to ear. Edward tried to be unaffected.

"Uley is obsessed dragging your ass to the jail." He reminded him.

"Yeah. He was following me today."

"Of course, he was." Edward said mockingly. "That's why I need you to stay at the fucking home and disappear from public eye."

"Alright, father." He sneered. Turning on his heel, he strode out of the room. But not before stealing a kiss on my cheek. "See you later, B." He yelled on the way out. A big smile plastered on his lips.

"Fucker." Edward muttered under his breath. I just stood there awkwardly, didn't know what to do.

It was just the two of us right now. And I saw how his mood worsened.

"How's your trip?" I asked, trying to make a small talk. I couldn't endure this intense silence.

"Good."

It was tense.

Then he got up, ignoring me and going upstairs. Without looking at my way. Why was he angry again?

I spent two more hours in the sitting room just because I didn't think I was ready to breath in the same air with him.

I went to our room after three pieces of chocolate and when I was sure I was super calm. He wasn't there, though. Probably in his office. Again. Whatever. I got used to it.

I decided to spoil myself with a good bath. Three Jo Malone candles were lit. The bathtub was filled by water and petals of the flowers I stole from the living room. I tied my hair up and took my clothes off before getting in. The bathroom smelled so freaking amazing. It was a mix between roses, honey and a hint of vanilla. It made me relax in seconds.

But of course, this peaceful moment didn't last long because Edward had to interrupt it. I cursed myself. One crucial thing I forgot was locking the door.

He entered the bathroom like nobody's business—well, what could I say? It was his after all—then rummaged in the cabinet under the sink.

"It looks pretty relaxing."

I doubted I heard him right.

My head spun to him, but he was still busy looking for something.

"Now you acknowledge me?" I couldn't hide the bitterness in my voice. I knew I should be more patient with him, but it was getting tiring.

He straightened his back and turned around to me.

Looked like he had found what he was looking for because now he was holding a gun. I tried not to sink my body further into the water.

"I don't have time for this." He told me. I didn't have time to fight with him either, but his attitude made my childish side appear.

"You always don't have time." I replied sarcastically.

Edward approached me slowly. And I got a feeling he didn't put the gun away intentionally.

He stopped right on the side of the bathtub and hovered over me. I was full alerted now.

"Remember when I almost killed you in the bathtub?" he asked dangerously calm. Those images were flipping through my head almost immediately. The memories that I didn't want to recall at all. "I'm still the same person, bellissima." I froze. Chill ran down my spine and it wasn't because I was cold.

The silence after that sentence was too maddening. I didn't even dare to look at him.

He then walked away without saying anything. Leaving me alone whisper I miss you to the empty room.

I woke up the next morning feeling worse than the day before. Last night I finally gave up and swallowed two sleeping pills that I found in the drawer because my mind couldn't seem to shut down.

I couldn't stop thinking about the gap he put between us. It was like he only destroyed his wall to build another. He opened up for a second before locking me outside. I was aware from the beginning that this, us, wasn't going to work. Yet I was still holding on.

I went downstairs after I washed my face. Hoping I could catch up with him before he went out to somewhere he didn't bother to tell.

But luck wasn't n my side. I spotted her instead. There, sitting on the couch, with Vogue—my Vogue—on her lap.

Imagine my surprise to find Rosalie in this house.

What the hell was she doing here?

Her head snapped up quickly as she realized my presence. She unfolded his legs and stood up. Towering over me in those killer heels. Her eyes were full of hatred, but a satisfied mocking grin was playing on her lips.

"I know who you really are, little girl. You can't fool me." She said rudely. There was a challenge in her tone. "I'll make sure they know the truth."

"What are you talking about?"

The bitch ignored me.

"You better pack your shit before they kick you out. You don't belong here anyway."

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