A/N: Welcome back, dear readers, I hope you are all good and well. Please enjoy la chapter and see YOU at the end! This one was a toughy to write and I'm not sure I'm totally happy with the tone, but I have to let it go. P.s: SORRY

Chapter Five: Wrong Move

Mike lived in one of those tall thin townhouses that looked years old. It was red brick with pale key stones that gave the facade a kind of unspoken grandeur.

Inside it was just as stately. The main entrance room was a long sitting room, carpeted with a forest green and surrounded by muted grey walls. You could definitely see Forks in this room. I guess I wasn't the only one who had been so dramatically affected by it. In the centre of the room was an emerald velvet sofa which Mike and I were now both nestled on with a cup of coffee each.

The evening had turned more subdued and relaxed with both of use content merely with the other's company. I watched the bright flames of the driftwood fire Mike had built and sipped my coffee quietly.

"So, have you heard from Tyler since..." Mike asked suddenly.

"Nope, not a bell," I replied with a sigh. It really was a shame. Tyler had been the first persom I had ever loved and now we didn't even talk. I didn't even know where he lived. It made me a little sad to think of where it all went wrong.

"He was so stupid," Mike suddenly spat. I turned my head to look at him. He shook his head and reached forward to take my hand. "You're the most amazing thing ever, Bella, you didn't deserve that."

I squeezed Mike's hand quickly.

"Thanks. But it doesn't matter anymore. I have Jacob."

I removed my hand from his and twisted my mouth, suddenly uncomfortable in his gaze. After a moment he looked away to the fire.

"And I have Jessica."

We lapsed into silence for a few minutes when I felt my eyelids begin to droop. I was exhausted. What was the time? Past midnight – I knew that for sure. The alcohol that still clouded my mind made me feel extra sleepy and I stretched along the length of the sofa to rest on Mike's shoulder. I felt the heat rolling off him and shivered slightly at the feel of him beneath my head.

After a moment he slipped his arm around my shoulder and I heard him yawn too.

"Really should call you that cab soon," he said and I mumbled in agreement. I didn't want to leave just yet. I felt comfortable resting against Mike's hard body. So I lay still for another minute before I begrudgingly went to sit up. But, Mike wouldn't let me. He just curled his arm tighter around my body keeping me securely by his side. I twisted in his arms to tell him to cut it out but was pulled up short by how close we were. We were pretty much nose-to-nose and I could feel his soft breath on my skin.

I stopped moving and stayed frozen to the spot, shocked by our sudden closeness. I should have just pulled away and laughed it off. But I didn't. I just stared and stared at the beautiful man in front of me. Then, very slowly, Mike dipped his face to mine and kissed me.

As soon as his lips touched mine alarm bells set off in my head, ringing and whirring, telling me this was wrong. But as Mike reached up to cup my cheek I tried desperately to shut them off. Because, although I knew this was wrong, I couldn't stop. Something about the way Mike's hand skimmed up my thigh spurred me on. I wanted him. My mind flashed back to the night of the reunion. I had wanted him then too. I had blamed Nessie but now I knew I was wrong. It was just him.

After a while, Mike broke away and got up from the sofa. He held his hand out to me. I had a choice now – take his hand or call that God forsaken cab. I knew which one I should choose but whether I wanted it was an entirely different decision.

I put my hand in his and he pulled me up from the sofa. He led me to his bedroom and laid me on the bed. He gripped my body to his, now frenzied in his advance. I naturally responded by tugging hungrily at his clothes while pulling mine off at the same time. He pressed into me hurriedly, so forcefully it almost took my breath away. This was not the deep, meaningful sex of two people in love. This was the nasty, chaste kind of sex that let out inner monsters out to play. Mike heaved above me and grunted at the effort. I squeezed him slightly with my pelvis and he smirked at me ruefully.

He thrust into me again and I moaned suddenly. His movements were animalistic and rough and so, so intense. It felt like he was going to smash right through my pelvis and I dug my fingernails into his back as the sensation reached eye-popping heights.

I panted desperately, feeling the beast in me getting ready to spring. I couldn't risk thinking of what I was doing right now or I would fall apart. I had had my chance to think about what I was doing. Now was the time to... reap the rewards.

Mike continued to glide in and out of me with his sturdy thrusts and he leant his head down to my neck wantonly. I felt him suck at the soft skin there, tugging it between his lips to leave a mark. Okay, whatever floats your boat, Blondie... However juvenile his action was it still made me sigh a little in between my already breathy pants. This was new – exciting – each movement made my body react in different ways to what I was used to. It was fascinating and interesting and... and just delicious.

Mike pulled away from my neck then to watch my face, his blue eyes dancing excitedly. I briefly wondered how I would hide his hickey from Jacob but a particularly powerful thrust from Mike scattered my thoughts. One more move like that and I would be there.

As though Mike had just read my thoughts, he ploughed right into me, touching the deepest part of me with the warm tip of him. A throaty scream ripped from my lips and I arched my back into him. He grabbed hold of my waist with his rough hands held me to him as I continued to quake with pleasure. In this new position I was pressed firmly against the length of him and my body shook with euphoria for longer than I thought possible because of it.

Mike grunted loudly and exhaled heavily just as I was finishing and let me lay gently back on the bed. I felt breathless, my mind well and truly fucked along with the rest of my body. The ceiling above me danced as Mike twisted so he could lie beside me on the bed. He scooped an arm around me and trailed the edge of his other hand over my ribcage.

I counted his heavy pants and began to match my own breaths to his as our heart rates slowed. We stayed in silence for a few minutes until the room was silent and calm. The exhaustion I had felt earlier hit me again with full force and I stifled a yawn as I rolled in Mike's arms to look at the clock on his side table. It was almost two. I swear to God, if Nessie was still up when... Nessie.

I sat up like a bolt when I thought of her name. Jeesh, how could I be so stupid? I pulled away from Mike to get up from the bed and he sat up in protest. Not that I gave a damn. He was suddenly the devil in my eyes. Not that I was religious in the slightest but that was beside the point. Because of him I had betrayed the two most precious things in my life.

I swooped down to pick up my panties from where they lay by the bed. Panic and guilt made my movements more clumsy than usual and I stumbled as I jabbed my feet through the holes.

"Bella, are you okay?" Mike asked as he watched me stumble about. Bet I didn't seem so appealing now – naked and flailing helplessly.

"No, I'm fucking not!" I gave up and balled the wretched panties up in my hand. Who needed underwear anyway? "Do you have any idea what this means?"

I stalked off the other side of the room where I saw my dress hanging off the dresser.

"Bella, relax – there's nothing to worry about," Mike soothed as I hurriedly pulled the black fabric over my head. He knelt up on the bed and half-crawled toward me. Naked. Just, you know, there for me to see. I busied myself looked for my necklace in an attempt to avert my gaze. "Don't leave, please. Stop over-reacting!"

It took all my effort not to scream at him. I relaxed and spun on my heels to stare at him incredulously. Over-reacting? Did the fact I was married not matter in the slightest to him? Obviously not for he had yet to think of his fiancé yet apparently. I hung my head defeated.

"I'm sorry, Mike, but that was wrong. You're my client – I've got to be professional."

He nodded in understanding at my lame excuse. Right now I couldn't bear to say Jacob or Nessie's name without dying of shame. Mike crawled off the bed and came to stand in front of me.

"Its okay, Bella. You have other... duties. That was... nothing."

He was right. It really was nothing. I felt nothing for this man in front of me, only disgust at myself. I nodded at him quickly, acknowledging his words.

"I need to go."

"That's understandable."

Without another word I went for the door, leaving Mike standing by the bed alone. I made it half way to the front door before I stopped as I heard a noise behind me.

"Bella?" I turned to see Mike at the top of the stairs, my bra hanging from his fingers. I felt myself blush as I stumbled up the stairs and snatched it from his hands.

"Thanks," I mumbled before storming off again. Fucking bastard with that stupid amused smirk on his face. I was seething that he found my flustered state so funny. I stuffed my bra and panties into my handbag which I grabbed off the sofa, muttering angrily under my breath about my own foolishness. Then, I stomped across the lounge and out onto the street.

I slammed the front door for good measure. Ha, good riddance!

XXX

I felt so awful.

In the end I had driven home, all alcohol shocked out of my system from what I had done. The journey home had been long and filled with tough questions and a lot of anger and shame.

Why had I done that? That was easy. I refused to blame the wine so I looked for other reasons. I was a mother now – I was no longer the sexy, entrancing twenty something I had been a couple of years ago. I was a 'proper' adult now and lived accordingly. But with Mike... it's like he still saw the twenty year old, still saw the curves, the eyes, the lips. I was Bella Swan again with him – that's why it had been so easy to throw my caution to the wind.

But that brought up a load more questions. What did that say about my relationship with Jake? I still loved him more than my life – I knew that for sure – but it shouldn't have been so easy to forget about him tonight.

Was I alright with the fact I was just a mom now? I had wanted a baby for as long as I could remember but now I had Nessie I no longer felt like me. I was Momma not Bella. I felt shrouded by the mundane title that had once excited me.

And the hardest, most difficult question – do I tell Jake? My head would instantly scream no at me as I numbly turned the steering wheel once more but my heart had its say too.

If I told him maybe I could fix the problem I had – become me again. I had promised never to keep anything from him on our wedding day and now nothing had changed. Had it? I didn't know. The worst thing I could think of was Jacob leaving me. I didn't know what I would do if he walked away. He was my reason for existing.

I pulled up to the house with my head no clearer. The downstairs lights were still on and I realised dismally that it meant Jake was still awake and I would have to face him. With a sigh I got out of the car and reached for my keys. I just wanted to be able to get in the shower and wash off Mike's touch before going to sleep. I would think about what I would do tomorrow. But, no, now I had to talk to Jacob, pretend I was okay.

As I turned the key in the lock to let myself in I realised it was never going to work. I was a terrible liar and he knew me better than anyone. What would I do then? The guilt was already too much to bear.

I hung up my jacket and sucked in a breath. It was now or never. I could hear the television from here and forced myself to move. It was time to face the music. You're up to bat, kid...

I walked into the front room stiffly, tensed up with panic. If I could make it through this I knew I could get my head around tomorrow. Just ten, fifteen minutes of apparent calmness before I had time to work out what to do.

But I had no need to be so worried at all. As I came into the room I looked around to find Jacob. He was lying asleep in the recliner with a tiny Nessie tucked up on his chest. They must have fallen asleep while watching television together. He was forever breaking the rules – I distinctly remember telling him no television.

Nessie shifted in his arms and I tensed up again for a short second as I thought she was going to wake up. But Jacob subconsciously squeezed her gently in his arms and she sighed and lay still once more. My beautiful family. What had I done to them?

Hot, angry tears filled my eyes and spilled down my cheeks as I was slapped around the face with my own stupidity. All I lived for was in this room and I had potentially destroyed it all. I gasped in a small breath and walked over to the sofa to retrieve the blanket from the back of it. I couldn't believe I had betrayed them so readily. I had been so eager, so unwilling to think of the consequences that now the guilt was ripping me in two. I draped the soft blanket over the two sleeping bodies and wonder if they would ever forgive me if they knew.

More tears sprung to my eyes and I turned to walk away from the seat. I knew my decision then. I wiped the tears from my eyes with the back of my hand and sucked in a calming breath. I crossed the room and walked out of the door leaving my family asleep. I wouldn't wake them now and tell them how I'd failed them. I had no desire to sabotage myself and poison them too.

My plan was simple but the words resonated in my head loudly. Words that would follow me for the rest of my life, for the sake of my family.

He must never know.

A/N: *GASP* WHAT HAS SHE DONE? Tut, tut, tut... If you've got an opinion, put i' daown! Is Bella right, wrong, a little bit of a whore...? ;) I know some chicks at Twilighted got a little freaked out at this chappie... *giggle*

Laters!

Mel x