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Chapter 4

Bella

I slowly climbed the stairs to my apartment as the immense guilt threatened to overtake me. What I felt for Edward was something special. I knew that. But what I felt for Mike… I wasn't so sure anymore. I thought I loved him but was I just lying to myself? As I reached our apartment on the third floor I gently put the key in the lock and slowly turned it trying not to wake Mike. I didn't want to have to explain why I was out so late. I carefully went through the door, cringing when it creaked slightly, and set my bag down on the counter in our small kitchen. I walked to our room and tripped over one of the kitchen stools sending it crashing to the ground.

Damn it Bella.

I looked up to see Mike leaning against the door frame of our bedroom. He didn't look like I'd woken him up… he didn't look like he'd gone to bed at all.

"Hey baby," he wrapped his arms around me lovingly, a glint in his eyes, "did you and Alice have fun?"

"Oh yeah, me and Alice had loads of fun," I lied, "I'm pretty tired now so I'm going to go to bed."

Another lie. I'd never felt so awake.

"Ah well I was thinking," he leaned down to kiss my neck and began trailing his lips along my collar bone, "that we could have some," he continued kissing me "quality time." He began nibbling on my earlobe.

Quality time? I was not in the mood for that. I didn't want to end the night with Edward by sleeping with Mike.

"Like I said, I'm very tired. Sorry honey." I reached up to give him a peck on the cheek but he turned his head and crashed his lips to mine. His kissing was fierce and passionate as he forced his tongue into my mouth.

There was no spark.

He pulled away to whisper in my ear. "I'm sure you can spare a little time for your neglected husband."

I'd spent the evening having the best time with another man and I'd agreed to go out with him again even though I was married. This was the least I could do for Mike.

"Sure, of course." I replied. Then I slipped my hand in his and lead him to the bedroom, closing the door behind us.

As I lay in bed the next morning I stared at the various criss-cross patterns on the white ceiling. I thought back to the day Mike and I got married four years ago. I'd met Mike at College and we'd gone out for a couple of years before we married. It was a simple wedding on a cliff in Forks. We were lucky that on that day it was sunny, a rarity in Forks. It was fate and the perfect day. Or so I thought.

I really need to stop questioning my marriage to Mike. He is wonderful and caring but there's still a little voice in my head telling me otherwise. I imaged the voice as a little devil dude with red horns and then another angel dressed in white with a halo saying the complete opposite. No I'm not going to question my marriage! It was one guy and one date. He probably won't even cal-

Ring Ring

Damn it, damn it, damn it I clutched onto the duvet cover and began squirming around in my bed willing my mobile to stop ringing. The devil started laughing.

"Are you going to answer that?" I suddenly heard Mike's voice and he seemed amused by my little show. I'd forgotten he was there.

"Oh yeah," I turned and suddenly became uncomfortable with the fact that I was naked. I hoisted the covers up and read the little screen on my phone.

'Unknown number'

I groaned internally and answered the phone.

"Hello," my voice was hoarse.

"Hey Bella, it's Edward from the club." Knew it!

"Oh hi, do you always call this early?"

"Well it is half twelve."

Really?

"Oh right. I see. I can't talk right now. I'm busy." I replied curtly wishing he'd go away before Mike got suspicious.

"Oh, okay," he stuttered, "well I wondered if you wanted to meet up again?"

"I can't. I'm busy. Sorry." I quickly hung up the phone.

Another rush of guilt swept over me for talking to Edward like that. Why was I acting like this?

"Who was that?" asked Mike.

"Oh it was someone from work and they wanted me to write an article for them but I'm tired and have stuff to do." I lied smoothly. Since when did I become such a good liar?

"Oh right," he was none the wiser "I'm going to go make breakfast… or lunch." He started grinning. "I must have really worn you out last night; you never wake up this late."

I forced a smile, "you must have done." I trailed off as he left the room.

So now I'm lying to my husband and I've just blown off a perfectly lovely guy.

Devil dude one, Angel nil.

Edward

I don't think I'd ever stared at something so hard in my life. I sat in my living room and looked intensely at my mobile phone on the coffee table in front of me.

Just call her Edward, it's only a girl, the worst she can do is say no.

But I don't want her to say no.

Then don't call.

But I want to.

I was struggling with an internal battle of whether to call this girl or not. I didn't want to seem too eager but it was lunch time so I wouldn't appear too desperate. I'd never felt this way before, I'd never wanted to call a girl back but now that I did I was fucking terrified. I was always so cool with girls. But not with Bella. With her I was different because she was different. She was special.

That's it, I'm calling her. I picked up the phone and dialled her number and waited for an answer. My heart was racing so fast that I could almost hear it over the sound of the phone.

"Hello," she answered, sounding like she'd just woken up.

"Hey Bella," play it cool "it's Edward from the club."

"Oh hi, do you always call this early?"

"Well it is half twelve." Yup way too eager.

"Oh right. I see. I can't talk right now. I'm busy."

"Oh, okay," I struggled for words, taken aback by her abruptness, "well I wondered if you wanted to meet up again?" Please say yes, please say yes.

"I can't. I'm busy. Sorry."

The line went dead.

I just stared into space, still holding the now silent phone up to my ear. She totally blew me off. I did something I'd never done before with a girl and she rejected me. I felt angry and annoyed that I'd practically put my heart on the line for her. But most of all I felt upset. Girls do not upset Edward Cullen. Why was I letting this girl get to me? Damn it. I yanked on my hair in frustration and decided to do the only thing that would calm me down so I went to my study to play the piano. Throughout the only thoughts in my head were of the brown-haired beauty and her deep chocolate coloured eyes. After an hour or so I realised I had composed a new melody and it had Bella written all over it.

I suddenly heard a buzzing sound over the noise of the piano.

What the fuck is that?

Microwave?

Tv?

PHONE!

I lurched out of my seat and flung the door of my study open. I ran down the hallway into the living room and spotted my phone on the table. The screen was black with no buzzing. My heart sank. I slowly walked over to it praying I would have a missed call from Bella. I picked it up and lightly pressed one of the buttons. There on the screen was a message.

'One missed call'

I clicked on it and saw the call was from 'Bella Mob'. My heart almost jumped out of my throat in excitement… maybe she'd changed her mind. I then realised that I had a voicemail message. I held the phone up to my ear and listened to it.

"One new message" a random voice spoke into my ear followed by a more familiar one.

"Hey, urm, Edward. It's Bella. I'm sorry about earlier, I was in the middle of something. But if you're still up for it… I would like to go out again. If you'd like. It's up to you… your choice com-plete-ly. If you say no then that's fine. So just give me a buzz and we'll talk soon. Um bye… oh and thanks for yesterday; I had a lot of fun…"

"End of messages."

She called! She fucking called. I literally jumped for joy and then quickly scanned the room to make sure no one had seen. The coast was clear. Phew. I'd take her out and we'd have fun and maybe we could even go out again. She could be my girlfriend… my proper girlfriend. I tried not to get ahead of myself.

I could call her back now and arrange a time. No, God, don't seem too eager. Then I decided I didn't care because she'd called me back and she wanted to go out with me. I quickly picked up my phone and frantically dialled her number.

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