SM OWNS IT ALL.
"How many?" I demand again. My fucking mouth doesn't agree with my brain about letting it go, and focusing on the second chance that he's talking about.
"Six," he answers. My heart drops a little, but I wanted to know.
Six…You've gotta be fucking kidding me. But he had every right.
"You wanna know how many men I've been with?" I ask. I want to hurt him too, even though my number is way fucking lower.
"Hell no!" he growls. "I swear to God, Bella…I'll kill a motherfucker!"
I do a little internal happy dance at how angry he gets. Anger is good enough for me.
I roll my eyes. "Says the man with six skanks."
"You wanted to know…fuck." He pinches the bridge of his nose.
"Well thanks for telling me…now get your whoring ass out of my house." I point the way.
Have I mentioned how much I love messing with him?
"Not until I've spent time with my daughter," he says evenly.
"Okay so while we wait, I'll ask some more." I grin at him and he groans. To me, the worst is over. I know he was with other women, which he had a right to and now I want to move on. Not think of that ever again.
"Why do you like torturing yourself, Bella?"
"I don't know—I need more fuel to hate you." I joke.
"Please don't hate me." He sighs.
I concede and decide not to torture us any further.
He tells me about the days he slept in his car until he knew for sure that he was getting the job at a body shop down in Texas. Apparently he had already applied a month before he actually left. He hadn't heard anything from them so he decided to take a drive down there with all his belongings and beg for the job. He got it and the only person he wanted to tell was me. He says that he left things so bad; he knew I wouldn't want to talk to him.
"You're an idiot, you know that right? I would have supported you and would have done anything to stay with you…even do a long distance relationship."
"Why? I was following a job that was gonna pay me minimum wage…and you…you're a strong, intelligent woman; I had nothing to offer you. Why would you stay, Bella?"
Isn't it obvious, Edward?
