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"I wish I'd only look

And didn't have to touch.

I wish I'd only smell this

And didn't have to taste.

How can I ignore?

This is sex without touching.

I'm going to explore."

Bjork - Enjoy

EPOV

Vows. Promises. Faithfulness. Marriage.

These words have little meaning to them in today's society. Divorce rates are high. Money can buy you everything you desire.

Do I believe in their meanings?

How can I?

I'm a lawyer. A very well paid lawyer who specializes in divorce.

People seek me out to handle their bitter, ugly, and failed marriages. They pay me for my services and I give them what they want. I get what I want in return.

Last night, I got her.

I felt her presence before I saw her. There was something about her, something so strong it sparked a noticeable tension in the air. It was as if gravity had taken over my body pulling me towards her; my destination for the evening. I had no idea who she was.

Taking a rather long drag of my cigarette, I inhaled deeply before letting the smoke exhale from my mouth, the haze billowing towards a small framed picture on my desk. My wife's face smiled back brightly at me.

And I was married.

Marriage. The irony of my life was shown on display with my picture-perfect lifestyle; the money, the mansion, the model wife, and the girls on the side. I was one to be envied by most, if not all. One of Miami's elite. I had become an overnight conquest for most. I was desirable, young, and women flocked to me. A high percentage of them never intrigued me, never caught my attention, but she did.

This girl, this woman, she was a mystery; an enigma. I almost felt like I had dreamt her up. If I couldn't still smell her; feel her, I wouldn't have thought she was real.

Oh, but she was real, so very real.

Buried deep within me were feelings I didn't realize I was missing. Seeing her with that big burly homo made me feel so possessive. I've never felt that way about Tanya, my own wife, and now I was feeling that way about a complete stranger. Fuck, I didn't even know her name. Well, that's probably for the better. I can pretend that last night never happened.

Focus, Cullen. Mike is going to be here soon at the office to go over a few things before we head over to court. You need to prepare.

Rummaging through my desk, I located a small bottle of cheap scotch and took a rather large swig, letting the warm fluid burn at the base of my throat. It was a small ritual I inherited early on in my college days, a shot of cheap liquor before any trial garunteed me a win, it soothed my nerves just enough to relax me. After the burn subsided, I pulled a manila file and began to rummage through the small stack of papers.

Isabella Newton nee Swan

This was the 'gold digging tramp' I learned so much about from Mike. According to my client, she had followed him all the way to Miami from a little town in Washington State. She sunk her claws into him during high school when they first started dating. At the time Mike thought it was the forever kind of deal until he was out here and began working with my brother, Emmett, at ESPN-Miami. He thought she would hate it here and he would be free to live amongst the rich and glamorous. But she wanted more. She clung to him and now wants every piece of him that she can get.

Ha, not on my fucking watch.

I shuffled through the notes I had taken with Mike during our various meetings prior. The descriptions he had given me, described Isabella as an ordinary Plain Jane; nothing special or unique about her. My mind couldn't help but wander back to the poor girl from last night. Everything about her reeked of a thrift store shopper; one of lower class. Her personality however spoke volumes. She was shy at first, but a few sips of tequila and my hands roaming freely between her legs sent her into a flight of ecstasy. She was sexy, sultry, and desirable even.

Shaking my head, I tried to rid her from my thoughts. Grabbing my tie, I loosened the silk material around my neck, as I leaned in my chair, propping my feet on the large cherry wood desk. Looking out the window towards the beach, I watched many toned blondes earning their tans.

The beach.

Before we had even made it back to my place, I was given a taste of what was to come.

I had made Emmett's driver park nearly a block from my home that evening. I didn't fear Tanya being at home, I knew she was working that particular week, some 'important' fashion show in New York. She would be gone until the morning, and Tanya never showed up early, in fact she was always more than likely late. However the necessary precautions must be made.

I had grabbed her from the limo, nearly pulling her limbs from their sockets as I stumbled across the beach, my dick nearly exploding from the friction as we walked through the cool sand. My plan was to take her towards the back of the house, in the privacy of my own home, maybe start by warming her up by a quick soak in the Jacuzzi. However, she had different plans.

Growling, she fisted the back of my hair and thrust her tongue into my waiting mouth. I hungrily accepted and silently begged for more. She tasted of tequila. Breaking her kiss, she found my ear, nibbling the lobe.

Fuck it.

My dick wasn't going to let up. He was pressuring me, forcing me. It was all his fault.

The moonlight cast down upon the beach, the reflection sending a sensuous glow off her paled skin. I groaned, adjusting myself as she watched and licked her lips. Desperate for some type of release, I pushed her down into the sand, my body perfectly aligning with hers as we fell. She giggled, squirming below me, as my lips found refuge in her neck.

"Mmm, I've always wanted to have sex on the beach," she moaned, her words filtering through the darkened night sky.


Damn, she was going to be the death of me. Fuck my Jacuzzi plan.

"I think I can arrange that for you," I groaned.

Her nails scraped down arms, sending a shiver of excitement down my spine and straight to my groin. Between the scent of her and the salty air, I couldn't take much more; I needed a release, or something close to it.


"Oh, can you now?" she flirted, her eyes twinkling with lust and excitement.


"Mmhmm," I moaned as my tongue darted across her collarbone. Her back arched from the sand, her pert breasts pressing up against my chest. Her hands ran freely through my hair, grinning slightly she gave a quick tug, the sensation making me come undone.

Suddenly, I was rolling through the soft, cool sand. I was no longer the aggressor; she had managed to straddle the top of my frame, her legs resting perfectly against my hips. She flipped her long chestnut hair, the beautiful curls cascading down her back, beckoning me to grab them. Her hands ran a line from her waist, painfully slow, her fingertips grazing her breasts, still making their way north until they were tangled in the luscious locks. My hands suddenly became jealous. Her lids fell heavy as she caressed her own body, I only could manage to watch, my mouth agape, my cock still fighting a never ending battle against my pants. Her soft pink tongue darted to her bottom lip, capturing moisture that had built up from the humid Miami air.

I couldn't wait much longer. 'He' couldn't wait much longer.

Grasping her hips, I ground into her, smirking as she moaned at the friction.

"Someone's eager tonight," she said huskily. "Let me see if I can help you with that." She rolled her hips back, taking rest against my thighs. I tried my hardest, with no avail to stifle a rather large groan, the friction I had so desperately worked for was now gone. Placing her small palms against my shoulder, she leaned closer, her breath fanning across my face. Tequila, mixed with her natural sweetness made my head spin; she was exquisite. Her eyes blazed with lust, widening for a second before crashing her soft lips to my own.

A small whimper seemed to escape my lips as our tongues danced with another in a spicy tango. With every angle I moved, she matched my actions granting me more of her supple body. It was as if she knew exactly what to expect, as if she was reading my own mind. What I was giving her, she was willingly taking. Fuck, did I have so much more to give.

I needed air, but refused to detangle myself from her. Pulling back slightly, she captured my bottom lip in her teeth. "Mmm, you taste good, but I'm in the mood for something . . . else."

She wasted no time undoing the buttons on my shirt, the humid air assaulting my chest in hot waves. I threw my head back in the sand, my eyes closing, reveling in the divine feeling of her nails as they scratched against the planes of my exposed chest. Her tongue snaked past her lips, licking trail from one nipple to the other before nipping it slightly.

"Hm, nice, but not quite what I'm looking for," she said as she continued to set a fire with her tongue to my lower stomach.

Her eyes flicked to mine as her soft kiss reached the top of my pants. Grabbing my belt in her hand, she giggled softly. "This has to go. Now," she mumbled, her fingers wrestling with the belt loop, smiling triumphantly as it came undone in her hands. In one swift motion, so quickly I didn't have time to react; my pants were at my ankles, my dick throbbing in the night air.

"Oh fuck," I sighed as the relief washed over me.

"Mmmm," she breathed as she eyed my cock with desire. Before I could blink, her mouth surrounded me as she licked the juices that had managed to seep from my body. The hot muggy air was in no comparison to the warmth of her mouth. Her soft tongue swirled around the head, caressing me into pure oblivion. Watching in pure awe, with a simple pass of her lips, she took more of me inside.

"Fuck, fuck, FUCK," was all I could manage to muster from my lips, my back arching from pure pleasure, my hands digging in the sand around me trying to find the least bit of leverage with no avail.

Her moans sent me in a near frenzy; I suddenly began to thrust upwards, my body no longer in control of my motions. She welcomed me passionately, her hands pumping in rhythm with her mouth. Releasing the sand from my hands, they found purchase in her hair, the soft tendrils already dampened by the night air. My palms massaged her scalp, encouraging her to take me further. Sensing I wanted more, she obliged and I nearly came undone when I felt myself hit the back of her throat.

"That's my girl," I hissed, the feeling suddenly becoming too much. If she continued, I would finish here on the beach, in her mouth. I had to do something quickly.

In a sudden rush, my hands pulling themselves from her hair, I palmed her face. "Inside," I murmured. Her head quirked momentarily, before she realized her surroundings; beautiful homes scattered down each side of the beach. Pulling her up, I followed in her steps, holding my pants around my hips as I lead her to a narrow stairway up to my home. She looked vulnerable; her eyes wide as I pressed the code in the keypad allowing ourselves entry. The back foyer was dark, the only visible light from the bright moon that shone through the many atrium windows.

Turning towards her, I let my pants fall once again to my ankles. "It's my turn," I whispered huskily into her ear, my fingers sliding her purse from her shoulders, as she kicked her shoes from her feet. She gasped as I pushed my erection into her pelvic bone, pushing her back against the glass door.

"This has got to go. Now," I breathed nodding towards her shirt, throwing her words back.

Without hesitation she grabbed the hem, pulling it over her head, the soft lace of her bra scratching gently against my bare chest. Fingering the delicate lace, I reached behind her, my fingers grazing her back, searching for my destination. With a quick snap, the lace fell to the floor, exposing two perfectly pert breasts with the supplest nipples I had ever laid eyes on.

Primal instincts raged through my body, I had to be inside of her. Bending down to grab her legs, I wrapped her around my waist; an already familiar stance we had taken earlier in the night. Blinded by the darkness, I shuffled through the hallway, banging into the walls, my lips dancing wildly across her neck. Once inside the safety of my room, I placed her on the comforter, watching in awe as her hair fanned around her.

"These go too," I pointed towards her pants.

Not breaking our gaze, her trembling fingers unhooked the button of her jeans, the sound of the zipper sending an unmistakable excitement through my body. Grabbing at the belt loop, I pulled the denim fabric from her silken legs, revealing nothing but smooth, shaven skin. "Fuck," a low guttural growl escaped from my throat. "No panties? Dirty fucking girl," I groaned, pulling my open shirt off my shoulders, the last remaining fabric between us.

Grabbing her hips, in one quick motion I rolled her over, while pulling her towards me, the softness of her stomach now lying against the sheets, and her perfectly rounded ass flush with my cock. Groaning, I reached between us, running my index finger between her velvet folds. Just as I had suspected, she was wet, dripping with angst. She bucked in my hands, desperate for me. Smiling, I leaned down, my lips trailed up her spine.

"I'm going to fuck you like the dirty girl you are," I murmured in her ear, my dick twitching between us as she groaned, her sounds muffled in the pillows.

In one forceful thrust, I slid into her, my pelvic bone resting perfectly against her ass. She let out a slight cry, he body shivering below me. I was in a pleasured heaven, watching as she squirmed below me, her hands grasping at the sheets so tight her knuckles has since gone white.

I continued my thrusts, each harder than the last, listening to her pants overpower my moans. She felt exquisite, the warmth of her consuming me completely. The softness of her body was nearly too much, I had to defer my attention from coming completely undone.

Pulling my eyes from her backside, I took notice of the four pictures placed directly above the headboard of my bed. I remembered the day the photos had been taken, the day I had asked my wife to marry me. Staring at the photos sent a surge through my body, a surge of anger, of madness or desperation. My thrusts became even rougher, my hands grasped at her hips, pulling them towards me, my teeth nipped harshly at her shoulders, my fingers found pleasure in pinching at her nipples. Finally, all the buildup I had harbored for the past few hours expelled itself from my body. In a quick movement I pulled myself from her, releasing over her tight ass, relief ridding itself from my mind.

A loud rap against the door sent me nearly toppling from my chair. Straightening my tie the best I could, I sat attentive at my desk, shuffling files around me and doing the best I could to hide my more than obvious erection.

"Today's the day! I can't wait to get rid of this baggage!" Mike bellowed as he walked through the room towards my desk. He was dressed casually, not at all what I had hoped him to look like on his first day at court. While he was more than excited to divorce his wife, he didn't have to show it by looking like he'd been out all night. I eyed the way he relaxed into my brown leather couch, plopping his feet on the table. It crinkled a bit under his weight as he slung his arm over the back. His pale blue button down shirt was short sleeved and opened, exposing his white sleeveless top. The way it wrinkled looked as though he had dug it out from the bottom of his laundry, as if he forgot he was supposed to look some-what decent today. His pants were cargo with more pockets than I could count. Completing his outfit were a pair of tattered sandals. I only wished he smelled clean. Fuck, this guy was on ESPN-Miami?

I leaned forward, my face in my hands. Sighing, I pinched the bridge of my nose. "Mike, you honestly couldn't have cleaned up a bit?"

Laughter erupted from across my office, "No way man! I was out way too late last night celebrating the eve of this eventful day! I've been looking forward to it for years, man! I had to start it off right. I didn't even make it home last night. I just stopped in for a quick shower."

He wasn't the only one to celebrate last night.

However, the only thing I was celebrating was finding her; my girl. I had been in the right spot at the right time. I let my mind wander back to thoughts of her again. The feel of her soft, sticky, skin under mine, the way her eyes sparkled even in the dark. Every outline of her perfect body was burned in my mind. There would never be another like her. I shifted in my seat and reached under my desk to readjust myself. I needed to reign in my thoughts. I couldn't walk into the court room sporting a hard-on that was throbbing for her.

"So how are we doing this thing, Edward?" I was aware of Mike's presence but my thoughts were still far away. My body itself was sitting in my office with him, but my mind was with her in my bedroom, on the beach, at the club, and in the limo.

"Edward?"

She and I mirrored one another perfectly. Never missing a single beat.

"MR. CULLEN!" Mike shouted as stormed up to my desk.

Fuck, when had he gotten off the couch?

"Can we please focus on what is going on today? You remember don't you? I'm getting divorced from that little tramp. I just wanna get this over with as quickly as possible," he spat out as he slapped his open palm on my desk.

Open palm . . . Thwack.

Visions of her flooded my mind again. The first time my hand landed on her succulent ass in the limo. How I longed for the cloth to be removed from her body and allow myself to feel the flesh beneath it. The sounds of her moans vibrated in my ears as I continued to slap and grope her in the back seat.

"Seriously, Cullen, where the fuck are you man? I need you to focus on me," Mike said irritably. "This is about me." He snapped his fingers in front of my face. I quickly shook my head, hoping the thoughts of last night would fall directly from my mind.

"Sorry, man. I, uh, let's do this," I muttered, clearing my throat as I gathered up all of the paperwork. "I need to meet with the preceding judge before we get started, so let's discuss the plan of attack in the car on the way."

Mike nodded, his smile nearly reaching his ears. "About fucking time man."

Quickly throwing the needed files in my leather bound briefcase, I tried desperately to clear her from my mind. I couldn't have her distract me today.

Enough, Cullen. Focus.

Picking my suit jacket off my chair, I ushered Mike from my office. We rode the elevator in silence, Mike too busy texting away on his phone, obviously keeping in close contact with his recent hookups. As we walked from the building, I granted my lungs a deep breath, clearing my head in the process. Climbing into my white Vanquish I sighed, as I took a look into the review mirror, frowning at the image reflected back to me.

Just another day of work. Another failed marriage I was more than ready to end.

BPOV

"Alice, five more minutes!" I screamed into the receiver.

My car sat stationary on the MacArthur Bridge, caught in bumper to bumper traffic, overlooking the Biscayne Bay. Obviously these people didn't care my divorce was proceeding in 10 minutes, they didn't care I had woken up in some strange man's bed this morning with no change of clothes for my court appearance, and they sure as hell didn't care he was married.

He was married. Married. I was on the verge of getting divorced. Divorced. The word left such a bitter taste in mouth. It was almost as bitter as what I had done with him, that overly pompous bastard. I needed to rid him out of my mind and off of my body.

I needed air. I needed to breathe.

Rolling down my window, I breathed in the morning wind coming from the bay, the salty and sweet mixture reminding me of the smell of his expensive sheets. 'Charlotte Be-what-the-fuck-ever'. I tried to breathe, tried to clear my mind of him, tried to rid all the feelings I was harboring. I tried, fuck did I try, but his smell lingered on my unlaundered clothes, in my hair, even on my skin. His voice clouded my every thought. His moans filled my ears. His taste was still fresh on my tongue. Even after delivering such harsh words for a second time this morning, he was everywhere, he surrounded me. I could barely focus on my impending divorce, every thought of my morning was encompassed with . . . him.

A shrill horn behind me struck me back to life, a morning commuter obviously less than pleased with my driving. I shot him a nice morning hello with my middle finger before catching a slight glimpse of myself in the review mirror; I looked absolutely horrid. I hadn't the time to stop at my apartment this morning, my now wrinkled jeans and shirt reeking of day old bar smoke, a strong distillery and who knows what other types of fluids found their way onto my clothes, although I was pretty sure I had a slight idea. I had found a hair tie in my car's console, pulling my untidy locks into a very sloppy bun, and tried my best to reapply my makeup with what little products I had in my purse. Truth be told, I looked like I had just gotten gang banged by the entire Miami Dolphin's lineup. If I was headed to a porn convention, I looked fucking fabulous.

Surprisingly, a small giggle erupted from my lips as I pressed my foot on the accelerator. I couldn't help but laugh at myself; the situation I had found myself in this morning. I was the girl who always followed the rules. I lived my life by the book. I never cheated. I got more than average grades in school. I was honest. I was the small-town girl who was destined to marry the high school sweetheart, have kids, and grow old. I was faithful; well, sort of. It's funny how things never turn out the way you hoped.

Now, I felt as if I was playing dress up in mommy's closet. I wasn't made for city life. I preferred my quiet days stocking shelves at the Outfitters, rather than my bustling mornings at the newspaper. I was a Lipton homemade sweet tea gal, not a Starbucks skinny vanilla latte with extra espresso type of girl. I preferred my jeans and sneakers over Cynthia's hand me down Manolo's and Jimmy Choo's I had to stuff my feet in for work. Northern traits were in my blood, woolly mittens and wrap around scarves were a staple in my wardrobe, not a skimpy bikini that barely covered my ass. I was pale; my skin never would have a gorgeous glow like so many women inherited here in Miami.

Bronzed skin.

The thought of his sun kissed skin, his muscles contracting in his strong shoulders as he pulled my weight down the bed this morning, his lips meeting my sensitive and more than eager flesh . . .

"Jesus, Bella, stop it!" I yelled out loud to myself as I pounded on the steering wheel.

This was probably something he did all the time. I was just another notch in the bedpost; another of his conquests.

No one had to know.

It was a one time thing.

It was over.

However, the guilt I felt was eating me alive. He was married, fucking married. And I craved him. I had wanted him so badly this morning, wanted him still even after I knew he had taken vows to be faithful to somebody else. A part of me didn't want to run from his house in a frenzy, instead I wanted him to force me to remember what I had forgotten the night prior. It was as if my failed marriage constituted my off-beat behavior. It wasn't like me to inebriate myself to oblivion, to end up in a strange man's bed, much less have a one night stand.

What the fuck was wrong with me?

Sighing, I entered the large parking lot, groaning when the only spot open was next to a rather expensive looking white sports car with vanity plates reading 'Cullen'. Whipping my well used silver Volvo in next to it, I was nearly blinded by the high glossed metal shining brightly in the sunlight. Damn rich people and their expensive shiny cars.

Alice was standing outside the courthouse in a crisp, clean ivory white suit, complete with a matching Chanel purse and tanned Jimmy Choo's. Her hair was pulled back in a tight bun, glasses adorned her tiny face, and her makeup was lighter than usual. She was definitely playing her part. I gulped when she spotted me, her eyes widening as I neared.

"Bella what the . . . ? Your clothes . . . hair . . . makeup!" she whispered loudly as she looked me over, obviously quite taken aback.

Without wasting a solitary moment she shifted the files in her arms, and began to rummage through her purse producing a powder compact. Grabbing my chin between her thumb and fore-finger she frantically began to blot at my dewy face, my pores had seemed to be expelling all the alcohol I had consumed from the night before.

"Bella, dare I ask what you got yourself into last night? When I left you were with Jacob . . . " Her eyes widened again, however this time they could have rivaled a pair of golf balls. "Oh . . . my . . . God! Jake?!" she screamed, the powder compact along with her files falling from her hand and hitting the ground, clumps of pressed powder and papers littering the sidewalk.

Reaching down to pick up what I could manage to get my hands on, I shook my head. "No! Alice, hell no! I didn't go home with Jake."

"Then who . . . ?"

I sighed, in defeat. I knew Alice well enough to know she would continue to pester me until I spilled my secret. She was persistent; Alice didn't give in at any cost. It was a prime reason I had hired her as my attorney. I was more than certain she wouldn't judge me, even if I revealed the whole situation. However, the thought of telling her in front of the court house that my husband was currently occupying left my mouth in a tangle. I stood on the courthouse steps, mouth agape for what seemed to be hours, Alice staring at me quite obviously annoyed.

Sensing my desperation, she shifted her hip and brought her head close to mine. "Fine", she sneered poking her finger at my chest playfully. "You will spill everything this afternoon over lunch. Got it?"

I nodded in a silent agreement, feeling like a small child being reprimanded by her mother.

Shifting our gaze towards the courthouse, we both stared at the large oak doors. My body started to tremble, tears immediately stung at my eyes. How ironic these perfectly stained doors contained the ruin to the past ten years of my life. Everything I had lived for, had worked towards, gone in an instant the moment I was to grab on the polished bronze doorknobs.

In a simple friendly gesture, Alice reached out her hand resting it on the small of my back, giving it a small reassuring pat. She turned, offering up a small smile. "It will be okay, Bella. I promise. Trust me, I won't let you down."

Despite the sickening feeling that was burrowing a hole in the pit of my abdomen, her words sent a calming sensation through my body.

"We're just meeting with Mike and his attorney today, along with the judge who is appointed to your case. He will be going over some minute details with us, dates along with documents you'll need to sign. Nothing huge. Just remember, I will fight for whatever you want, but we really do want to try and settle this out of court if we can. Things will run much more smoothly that way."

Alice shifted her weight, her palm falling from my back to grab at the handle of the door. "Ready?" her eyebrows perked at her words.

"Yes," was all I could seem to muster without losing my composure. "Yes, Alice. I'm ready."

She offered up another reassuring smile before pulling the heavy door open. A sudden rush of cooled, conditioned air blew from the courthouse into the humid Miami heat, the smell of paper and old documents fluttering into my nose. I followed Alice through the long hallways, listening to her heels click daintily on the marbled tile, trying my best to keep my stomach from emptying itself on the polished floor.

Waiting for the elevator was torture, watching the numbers drop down to our floor was like my own personal countdown to my demise and the ding of its arrival nearly made me jump from my own skin. Normally I didn't mind elevator rides, the motion seemed to soothe me and the corny music made me relax. However, this time the ride seemed to be taking forever, and the normal soothing motions quickly made my stomach uneasy.

The doors opened and once again I found myself trailing on Alice's heels, not paying attention to my surroundings. I nearly collided into the back of her when she stopped abruptly in the middle of the hallway. Looking up, I took notice of the door numbers; 306, 307, 308 . . . we weren't until 324, nearly twenty doors away from our destination.

In a hurried motion, Alice turned, her face boasting a twisted grin. "Oh fuck!" she half squealed half whispered.

"What?" I said, trying to peer over her shoulder to catch a glimpse of what had caught her attention. "Alice what the--?"

Standing on the tips of my toes I managed to finally peek over Alice's bouncing shoulder, the cascading waves of her hair still blocking my view, but granting me just enough.

Then I saw him.

Oh fuck.

Pressed pinstripe suit. Messy bronzed hair. Sun-kissed skin. Sculpted jaw line. Long enticing fingers. Gorgeous green eyes. Perfectly pouted lips. Statuesque posture.

My late night fuck-fest friend stood within 20 feet from me.

"Holy shit!" Alice snorted into her hands. "It's the guy from last night at the club," she giggled, unknowingly. "It's a damn good thing he was waiting on somebody, you could have went home with that guy! How awkward would that have been today?"

I gulped, trying to swallow the bile that was slowly making its way into my throat.

Yeah, I could have gone home with that guy. Awkward.

A small uneasy laugh left my throat, it didn't sound in the slightest bit like me. My vision blurred along with my mind as Alice continued to prattle on. "God would you fucking look at him? He's gorgeous! I didn't get a good look at him last night in the club since it was so dark, but damn he's just . . . mmm, what a nice piece of ass. From the size of those shoes I bet he has a huge dick. I bet he's one hell of a good fuck."

"Alice!" I piped from behind her, ducking my head as the man turned his gaze our way. "Keep it down will you?" I pleaded.

Frantically I searched my surroundings, looking for an escape route. The stairs? No, he'd notice me running across the hallway. Back to the elevator? No, Alice would catch me in due time, she was surprisingly fast for her small size. Fuck, my only hope was to walk right past that gorgeous douche bag, try to hide my face, and pray to the almighty heavens he didn't notice me.

"Oh my!" Alice continued to squeal, now drawing full attention to ourselves. "That other man he's with is kind of . . . sexy."

Other man?

Standing on the tips of my toes once again, I was able to spot a blonde man standing next to the asshole. He wasn't quite as gorgeous, but his features were nothing to complain over. His hair was set in a few messy blonde curls, his grey eyes were warm and inviting and he had the cutest dimples when he grinned. He was most definitely Alice's type. He and my fuck friend seemed to be quite at ease with each other; they were laughing and joking like schoolboys.

"Come on, Alice, stop gawking, we need to get to the courtroom," I huffed, the possibility of escaping still fresh on my mind. I knew Alice had already set her sights on my fuck friend's buddy, but I needed to get away before either one of us were recognized.

"Bel-la," she replied, "The room we are in today is right there," she pointed down the hall, her finger drawing out to the two men who blocked our destination. Her eyebrows perked for a moment, "Oh my God! You don't suppose one of those guys is the judge do you? My, my, I wouldn't mind climbing into his chambers." Her eyes seemed to gloss over with impending thoughts, the same thoughts that were more than likely permanently burned in my mind from the previous night.

Could the asshole be the judge? Shit. Wasn't I already in hell? Why need to be punished even further?

In a sudden movement, Alice left my side leaving me vulnerable in the middle of the hallway. I felt like open prey. "Alice, what are you doing?" I hissed, my face suddenly starting to burn with desperation.

Alice turned towards me momentarily, doing nothing but shooting a slight grin at me, her eyes sparkling as she winked.

"Excuse me," Alice quietly whispered as she tapped the asshole's friend on the shoulder.

What the fuck was she doing?

I was too consumed in my own thoughts to stop her from approaching them; my jaw was agape, nearly resting on the polished tile hallway.

"I'm Alice Brandon representing Isabella Newton for today's proceedings. I just wanted to make sure I'm in the right place."

I sighed, fuck was I in trouble. I knew that voice. Alice's flirting voice, smooth and whimsical, I could almost bet she had been fluttering her eyelids.

The curly mopped man turned and met Alice's bright and shining smile. His friend locked eyes with me. In that single solitary moment, all the air that consumed my lungs rushed out in a sudden 'whoosh'; it felt as I had been nearly punched in the stomach. If I hadn't felt glued to the spot where I was standing, I was sure to melt into a puddle of something. I'm sure that would be better than looking into the eyes of the asshole I spent the eve of my divorce with.

How could I have been so careless?

His gaze burned through me as he realized who I was. For a second, I saw his eyes widen, and then a small smirk appeared out of the corner of his mouth, his lips twitched just a hint. His eyebrow arched slightly as I watched him look me up and down. Unconsciously, I tried to smooth out my clothes and tame my hair.

Fuck. I'm still in the same outfit from last night. And he fucking knows it.

Carefully I managed to unglue my feet from the floor and made my way slowly over to Alice and her newfound friends. Damn you, Alice.

"Ah, yes, Mrs. Newton, it's a pleasure to meet you. I'm Judge Whitlock. I'll be presiding over this case. Hopefully we can settle things rather quickly without much of a fight," he drawled as he grasped my hand. My eyes shifted to his warm grey ones, but they were not his I could feel upon me. I still felt the asshole's. I still felt him looking at me, undressing me, seducing me.

Before I could respond, the fuck face spoke up. "Quickly?" he scoffed, nearly snorting. "Right, Jasp . . . ah, Judge Whitlock. I've gone over Mrs. Newton's file and I have a feeling we're in for a very dirty, very hard, very long battle to get through."

All I could do was glare at him. How dare he speak to me like that, nearly throwing my dirty laundry into the public? What, he thinks he's better than everyone else because of his expensive tastes and designer labels? Thankfully I had Alice on my side.

"I'm sorry. And you are . . . ?" She said as she stepped in front of me, breaking my gaze.

"Edward Cullen. I'm representing Mike Newton," he extended his hand to greet hers. Alice just looked at it, not returning the invitation, and crossed her arms over her chest.

"Yes, well, Mr. Cullen. I look forward to dealing with these issues inside the court room. Oh, by the way, where is your client? He seems to have been misplaced," she said as she glanced around looking for my future ex-to-be.

I looked down at the floor below me. I could feel the pressure building up inside of me. I wanted nothing more than to escape. Escape this courtroom, escape Miami, and escape from him. But I couldn't. I needed to show both Mike and this Edward that I was much more than just some piece of trash tossed out on garbage day.

"Hey! Hey!" Mike clapped as he rounded the corner. He looked like he was ready to embark on a vacation, looking much laid back and . . . happy? "Looks like the gang's all here! Let's get this over with shall we? I've got things to do, people to see." He slapped him on the back and headed inside the room.

A sudden wave of anger flushed through me, momentarily giving my mind an escape from the predicament I had landed in. I felt so angry for the way Mike just flitted around like the last nine years didn't matter. Was I really nothing to him? Did our time together not mean a damn thing? I could feel the tears threatening to spill. No. I would not cry in front of anyone here. I took a deep breath and looked up ready to approach my impending future. I was shocked to realize that everyone had filed inside the room except for him. I was more than angry now.

I tried to stomp past him, but he blocked the entrance to the room. A part of me was terrified. The gaze he held with me was so powerful and intense. He didn't look at me the way he looked at me this morning. No, that arrogant prick was back. Yet, another part of me was thrilled at how close we were to one another. My heart was threatening to burst out from my chest. My breath began to pick up. And I could think of nothing but how it felt, how his lips felt on my skin, in between my legs. I gasped.

"Excuse me," was all I could muster up, in a non-threatening tone. I didn't want him to recognize the hold he already had on me. I needed to hurry inside and be near Alice. She would be my rock through this.

"I'm sorry, Mrs. Newton. Am I in your way?" The sarcasm and snark was dripping from every word coming out of his mouth. The way my name poured off of his lips was like an aphrodisiac. I wanted to hear my name. Bella.

"I have nothing to say to you without my lawyer present." I replied, once again trying to push past him.

He stopped me once again, grabbing my shoulders and holding me in place. Every part of my being was set ablaze. Had it felt this intense last night? Flashes of the previous night danced around in my mind, they were slowing coming back to me.

He leaned in closely and pressed his lips near to my ear. I held my breath unsure of what he was doing. I knew that I should stop him; anyone inside of that room could see what was going on. But the feelings he stirred inside prevented me from even thinking about stopping. "Oh, but you had plenty to say to me last night . . . and this morning."

I pushed away from him and raised my arm to slap him across the face, lawyer or not. However, he was one step ahead of me. He grabbed my wrist with a sudden start, the pressure should have been painful, but instead it was exhilarating. It was almost as if he knew what I was going to do, like he could nearly predict my actions.

"How dare you!" I nearly shouted as I tried to pry my wrist out of his firm grasp, not caring at that moment if anybody had heard my overly loud voice.

His sneered, smirking at me, his eyes blazing. Closing the already small gap between us once again, he whispered in my ear, his warm breath tickling on my lobe. "Ah, ah, Mrs. Newton. Not such a smart thing to do to a lawyer." He pulled back momentarily, bringing a single finger to my jaw, running a line that nearly ended at the top of my breast. "Don't fuck with me, Mrs. Newton. I will end you."

He dropped his finger, adjusted his tie and entered the room, leaving me quaking with shock, fear, and above all, desire.

AnonyCullen: Phew, don't fuck with the hot lawyer man.
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