A/N: I'm back with the second part of what will be a three or four part series.

I'm really sorry about the delay in posting this chapter.

I was working on a few other projects, feeling a little sick, plus I had some writer's block so all of that together = the reason for the late update.

I will try my best to have the third part posted soon since I made you all wait a little while for this update.

This is not where I wanted to end this chapter originally, but I wanted to post something since I made you wait forever.

I named this chapter after the Reba McEntire and Linda Davis song, "Does He Love You" because the scene with Victoria and Jasper at the restaurant kind of reminded me of the song.

This chapter features Victoria and James' POV, but there will be Jasper's POV in the next chapter.

Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight or anything associated with Stephenie Meyer's characters.

Chapter 2: Does He Love You?

Victoria's POV

My mouth is open, but there's absolutely no sound coming out. My head is spinning in utter confusion. Certainly this man is joking about having an affair with my fiancé. I bet Emmett paid this random guy to call me and pretend like he's having an affair with my soon-to-be husband because he thinks it's funny. I clear my throat and I take a quick sip of water. Although I have not said anything since the stranger's bogus confession, I know that he's still on the phone because I can hear him breathing. I realize that I'm panting myself and I slow my breaths down before talking.

"It's very childish of you to call me and lie about—"

The mystery person cuts me off. "Ma'am, I assure you that I am not lying. I am absolutely telling you the truth."

My voice is loud enough just for the person on the phone to hear. "But that's just not possible. James is straight."

"He may classify himself as heterosexual, but he certainly engages in homosexual activity," The man tells me.

"I am going to hang up in about 45 seconds and act like you never called if you don't have some kind of proof of your alleged affair," I keep my voice even.

"I can tell you where every scar, mole, piercing and tattoo is located on his body. He always has sex with his socks on because his feet get cold, he loves it when I scream his name, he likes dirty talk, sometimes his left leg shakes right before he climaxes…" He trails off.

I pause briefly. "What is your name?"

"Jasper Whitlock," Jasper answers with a southern accent.

"I have a lunch break in 10 minutes. I would like to get something to eat and have you join me so we can talk," I request.

"Where would you like to meet?"

I'm waiting at a local Italian restaurant and my mind and heartbeat are racing. The idea of James having an affair is very probable and very likely, but I can't picture him having an affair with a man. I wouldn't be meeting with Jasper though if I didn't have a hunch that he was telling me the truth. He knows things sexually about James that only a person who has had sex with him would know. I see a blonde walking toward me and I assume that it's Jasper. He is a very feminine, yet extremely attractive man. He has soft blonde curls and piercing green eyes. He has a nice muscular build even though he's a bit short; he's probably my same height of 5'9" without heels. He sits across from me and I tell him that I have already ordered for him.

"I am so sorry—" I cut his apology short.

I shake my head. "I didn't come here to hear you apologize, Jasper. I came to ask questions, ok?"

Jasper nods weakly. "Ok."

"Did you know James was engaged when you two first started um… fucking?" I ask bluntly.

"Yes, but it was only supposed to be a one time thing," Jasper defends.

"So that makes it ok? Sleeping with an engaged man is fine as long as it doesn't become a full blown affair?" I interrogate.

He drinks some water. "No, that's not what I meant. It is not ok that I'm having an affair. I'm not proud of myself right now. I decided to tell you because I didn't think James ever would. I thought you deserved to know."

I laugh bitterly. "You reek of bullshit, Jasper. You expect me to believe that you have my best interest at heart? If you had my best interest at heart you wouldn't have ever had sex with James. Stop acting like you are innocent in this. You're just as guilty as he is."

Jasper exhales. "I may have told you about the affair for slightly selfish reasons, but I also told you because you need to know what kind of man that you're engaged to."

"I can see that you're crazy about James. James is a very charming guy and I can completely understand how anyone could fall for him. But James is mine and you will not take him away from me. I hope that you realize that," I inform him.

"I couldn't take him away from you if he was truly yours, Victoria. He wouldn't keep running to me if you were taking care of him properly," Jasper retorts.

"Well, I must be doing something right considering the fact that we're still getting married," I remind Jasper.

"When exactly are you and James getting married? You 2 were supposed to get married 6 months ago. James started seeing me 6 months ago—"

I cut him off. "Do you really think you're the reason that James and I aren't married yet? If he wanted to leave me for you he would have done it already. The fact that James hasn't told me about you means one thing… you're nothing more than a side fuck to him."

Jasper bangs his fists on the table. "That's not true! If I meant absolutely nothing to him he would have stopped seeing me too. He could easily have stopped seeing me, but he chose not to. Just accept the fact that he can't let me go. Accept the fact that he has feelings for me and that I'm a better fuck."

I open my mouth to speak, but nothing comes out. I can't tell him that James hasn't touched me in 6 months. I can't tell him how much it bothers me that James has been having an affair for 6 fucking months! Since I can't talk, I decide to do the first thing that comes to mind. I reach across the table and grab Jasper by his shirt collar with one hand. I punch him in his left eye and he falls out of his chair. I walk over to his side of the table and he's just picking himself up off of the floor. He covers his injured eye and his good one is glaring at me.

"You're a psychotic bitch!" Jasper insults.

"You don't even know the half. You'll really see what kind of psychotic bitch I can be if you continue to see my fiancé," I warn.

Jasper shakes his head. "When James picks me over you he will thank me for saving him a lifetime of being married to you."

I grab my glass of water and I pour it in his face. I'm going to punch him again, but I feel someone grabbing my hand. I turn around and I see that it's the manager of the restaurant. He tells us to leave or he's going to call the police. I walk back to my seat to grab my purse. I have to walk past Jasper to leave the restaurant and I contemplate kicking him in the balls. I decide against it because I don't want James to have to bail me out of jail. I just stare at him and his eye has already turned black. I smile and I have to leave him with some kind of parting words.

"Fuck you," I tell him in a disgusted tone.

Jasper smirks. "That's your fiancé's job."

The manager pushes me toward the door before I can react. When I get into my car I let out an earsplitting scream before I drive off. I'm definitely not going back to work. I know exactly who I need to go see.

I find an empty parking space in the parking lot of the gym. I see Emmett's car so I know that he didn't leave for lunch. I wipe my tears as I walk into the gym and find my best friend Emmett. He's in his office eating and chatting with a colleague. When he sees me, he asks his friend to leave and he walks over to me. I start crying and I jump into his arms like a little girl. He rubs my back in a soothing way and I wince when he touches my hand. I guess in my fit of rage I didn't realize that my hand was bleeding. He puts me down and he takes his shirt off. He wraps it around my hand. He reaches inside of his drawer and pulls out some gauze, tape and some scissors. He could have pulled out a chainsaw and I wouldn't have noticed because my eyes are glued to his perfectly sculpted abs. He winks when he notices me staring. I sit down in his chair and he kneels in front of me.

"What happened to your hand, Vikki?" Emmett asks as he starts to wrap the gauze around my hand.

"I punched someone," I admit.

"Imagine that, Victoria punched someone," He sarcastically states.

"I'm a walking, breathing stereotype I know. I can't help that my red hair and Irish heritage make me short tempered," I defend.

"So what girl was unlucky enough to piss you off?" He inquires.

I sigh. "It wasn't a girl."

Emmett's eyes grow wide. "You hit a dude? Did he hit you first?"

"No, calm down Emmy bear. He didn't hit me, but he deserved to get punched in his fucking eye," I tell him.

He finishes wrapping up my hand and he lightly kisses it. "Tell me what happened Ikki Vikki."

"You haven't called me Ikki Vikki in a long time. Do you think that James is gay?" I blurt out.

He furrows his eyebrows. "Excuse me?"

"Do you think that he's gay? Does my fiancé like dick?" I ask in a not so quiet voice.

Emmett still looks confused. "I wouldn't think so. James seems pretty straight to me. Why are you asking me this?"

I hold back my tears. "He's been cheating on me with a guy."

"What? How the hell do you know that?" He wonders.

"This guy called me and I thought that he was bullshitting at first, you know? But he told me things about James that he shouldn't know. Then I met with him…" I trail off.

"You met with the guy? What happened?" He probes.

"What happened? He pissed me the fuck off! We started talking and then we started arguing. I couldn't take it anymore so I gave him a black eye," I tell him the shortened version of the story.

"It's clear that you believe this guy, why do you?" He asks.

"He knows things sexually about James that no one else should and he just seems like a sincere guy. I'm just curious about how they met. James doesn't really go anywhere except for a bar occasionally and here…"

Emmett raises an eyebrow. "What are you insinuating?"

"This guy's name was Jasper something; do you know anyone named Jasper?" I interrogate.

"Yes, I know a Jasper Whitlock—"

"That's the bastard sleeping with James," I say softly.

"It kind of makes sense now that I think about it," Emmett comments.

I feel my temper rising. "What the hell does that mean?"

"I'm pretty sure that Jasper's gay. He and James became friends and I thought nothing of it. I did think they were a bit too close and sometimes James would take Jasper home, but it was still very innocent. I walked in on them once in the shower. I thought it was weird as hell that two men were in the shower together. Jasper claimed that he was looking at the tattoo on James' back and I bought his excuse because I wanted to get the hell out of there!" Emmett explains.

A few tears fall. "How could he do this to me? Why would he do this to me, Emmett?"

Emmett wipes my tears. "Don't cry. You know that I hate nothing more than to see you cry. This isn't your fault either, Victoria."

"It is my fault. If I was better, or if I did more for him, maybe if—"

He puts his finger to my lips. "Victoria Monica Taylor, this is absolutely not your fault. You are an absolutely beautiful, smart, charming, caring, and wonderful person. If James can't see that, then he doesn't deserve you."

I blink the rest of my tears away. "I'm not giving up. I love James and I'm going to fight for him."

"You're fighting a losing battle," Emmett states.

My hands start shaking in anger. "Don't say that."

"I'm your best friend and I'm going to tell you the truth rather you like it or not. I know you don't want to hear what I'm telling you—"

I cross my arms. "You're right, I don't."

"I just want you to know that you have other options, better options. You can be with someone and not have to fight for them," Emmett informs me.

I notice that Emmett is suddenly close to me, too close to me. I want to ask him what exactly he was referring to in his statement, but there's no need. It absolute makes sense now. One good look into his eyes and his feelings for me are clear; he loves me. He's in love with me. My green eyes are fixated on his blue ones and I sense what's coming and I should look away, but I just can't turn away. He kisses my forehead and both of my cheeks before his lips are resting on mine. He licks my bottom lip and I open my mouth to him. His tongue slips in my mouth and I gasp at the sensation. The kiss feels good and part of me wants to let it continue, but the rational part of my brain pushes Emmett away from me.

"Uh…I-I… gotta go."

James' POV

Before I make it home I know that something isn't right. I had the feeling all day that something was wrong and that's precisely why I got off of work early. I'm very surprised to see Victoria's car in the driveway when I get home. She too is home early. Whenever Vikki is home early she's either sick or pissed off. I sigh and I prepare myself for Hurricane Victoria before I unlock the door. When I enter the house, it's quiet…way too quiet.

I take my jacket off. "Babe?"

I don't hear her say anything, but I do sense movement. I turn around and I dodge the flying object that Victoria throws at me just in time. I look at the shattered pieces of the lamp and decide to deal with it later because it's obvious that I have more important things on my plate at the moment. When I stand up and dust myself off, I am met with an extremely irate fiancée. I assume that Victoria will be fine as usual if we just talk about what's bothering her. Before I can think about what I want to say, her fist is connecting with my right eye. I stumble a little bit, but I don't collapse. I wince in pain and curse before I address my fiancée.

"Why are you so hostile? What's wrong sweetheart?" I ask.

She ignores my questions. "How long did you think that you could lie to me? Did you really believe that I wasn't going to find out eventually?"

I raise my eyebrow. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm talking about the goddamn affair!" She exclaims.

I lie. "I'm not—"

She raises her hand to hit me again, but I catch it. "Don't fucking lie to me. Don't you think 6 months of telling me lies is enough? That's right James; he called me and told me all about it. I even met him for lunch today."

I feel dizzy suddenly. Surely Jasper didn't tell Victoria about us. How the hell did he even contact her? Why would he do this to me? I asked him to just give me a little more time and he agreed to it. Why can't he trust me? I glance at Vikki and she still has a murderous glint in her eyes. What can I say to her? There's nothing that I can say to ease her pain or soothe her. When she clears her throat I realize that I've been silent for about 5 minutes.

I break the silence. "I'm so sorry."

She laughs bitterly. "I'm sure you weren't sorry when you were fucking Jasper."

"That's not true. I love you and the fact that I was hurting you was always on my mind…"

"That's such bullshit and you know it. The only person that you ever think about is yourself. You're such a selfish bastard," Victoria tells me.

"I know," I agree quietly.

Victoria jeers. "I can deal with you being a self-centered asshole, but I can't deal with you being a fucking fag."

I raise my hand like I'm going to hit her, but I stop myself. As much as I want to bitch slap her, I stop myself from doing just that. I place my hands on her arms and I back her into the nearest wall. She tries to break free of my grip, but I'm not letting her go. I tilt her head so that she's looking me in the eyes.

"I'm not…you can't...just don't call me that," I try to keep my voice under control.

She smiles evilly. "What would your beloved parents think if they knew their son liked to fuck men?"

I gasp in shock. "You wouldn't."

"I will go blabbing to them if you don't stop seeing Jasper," Victoria threatens.

"But—"

She narrows her eyes at me. "But what, James? You don't actually want to be with him, do you?"

I nervously run my fingers through my hair. Do I tell her the truth or do I continue to lie to her? I take a quick look at Victoria and she's staring at me expectantly. I take a deep breath and I think about how I'm going to tell her the truth and not hurt her. I open my mouth to speak, but she places her hand over my mouth to silence me. I notice that she's crying and she bats my hand away when I try to wipe her tears.

Victoria composes herself. "You love him. That's why you're still seeing him, right?"

"Yes," I answer honestly.

"He's the reason why you don't touch me anymore and why you don't want to marry me? Do you love him more than you love me?"

I pause briefly. "No, I don't."

She exhales. "Great, then it should be no problem for you to tell him that you can't see him anymore. I can also start back with the wedding planning."

"When should I tell him?" I ask in a tone barely above a whisper.

"You should go tell him right now."

A/N: For some reason this chapter was a little difficult for me to write.

I don't know if the next chapter will be the last one or not; it depends on how long it gets.

If it gets too lengthy, there will be four chapters instead of three like I planned originally.

This is not my favorite chapter, so hopefully I can make the next one better.