A/N: I don't own this, we all know who does. If I did, Rpattz would be jumping up and down for joy right now. This little story passed 200 reviews. Yay!

This is unbeta'd, so any and all mistakes belong to me. At this point I'm so sleepy, I don't care. :D

This is for my wifey, Mrs. Robward. You should see her pictures... She's a looker. I lucked out!

Thanks to Luxure & EdwardsBloodType for prereading this. They got emails today with more chapters of this to read. I'm nervous...

**disclaimer **

This story is a bit taboo. Moving on...

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… Chapter Seven - Hotel … Bella …

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Days pass. Weeks pass. Months pass. So much time, so many stolen moments.

Leah cries to me that she thinks you're fooling around behind her back. I'm her mother, I'm supposed to assure her that you love her, that you'd never do that.

I lie. Through my teeth.

I can't wait to see you again, even though I know how much pain I'll cause her if she ever finds out.

Your football team makes the state championships. I'm excited, not for the game. For the hotel room after.

I scrimped and saved a dollar here, five dollars there. I can get my own room and no one will know. We can be together, alone, with no threat of being caught.

You make three touchdowns, and everyone screams for you. It's not enough to win, but it's enough for me. I want you, regardless.

You know you can score with me any time you want, as often as you want. You'll always win.

It's late, I tell him that I'm going to stay with a friend in town. She's having a hard time, divorce and all. He praises me, I'm such a good friend. So charitable.

I'm not. I'm horny and horrible and eternally addicted to you.

The room is dark when I get here. You have the number, I texted it to you. You'll be here soon, so I wait.

Your knock on the door startles me. I didn't know I'd fallen asleep, but I quickly let you in, wanting as much time with you as I can get.

You're tired, sore from the game. I take care of you, rubbing and smoothing and massaging every part of you that aches. Then I rub, smooth, and massage every part of you that aches for me.

You like my red and gold see-through nightie, even though you rip it in two.

The whole night, you spend inside of me, in one way or another. We talk, we laugh, we dream. We sleep.

And I've never slept so good, so peacefully. Your arms are my safe place, forever.

When the morning light cracks through the window, a tear slips down my cheek.

You want to break things off with Leah, to leave her. You can't hurt her anymore and she's begging to be near you, to be intimate with you.

If you leave her, you'll leave me, too. I won't see you anymore. There won't be a reason.

I tell you that I'll advise Leah to slow things down, to take it easy and not move so fast. That way, I can still see you.

You kiss me in the shower, every part of me, before leaving me alone.

I'm sick to my stomach, throwing up over and over again. I'm glad you're not here to see it.

After it passes, the freezing water beats down on me as I cry in the corner of the shower stall.

I'm losing you, yet I never had you.

What's wrong with me?

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A/N: Time passes...

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