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AnonySwan: This chapter is dedicated to one of my oldest and best friends who was tragically killed on February 23rd along with her boyfriend and 6 month old baby who did not even get the chance to see what life was all about. RIP Amanda, Eric, and baby Luke. This one is for you.

"I could corrupt you,

It will be easy.

Watching you suffer,

Girl it would please me.

I wanna touch you,

With my little finger.

I know it will crush you,

My memory would linger."

Depeche Mode - Corrupt

EPOV

The pressured water trickled down my back, each droplet soothing the tender muscles. Steam swallowed me, engulfed my body as I breathed in deeply, the warm, damp air invading my lungs. Sighing, I leaned my head against the cool marble wall of the shower, closing my eyes, and trying to rid my mind of the events of the passed 24 hours.

Yesterday had begun like most normal days. I had pulled myself from the soft sheets of my bed, stumbled in a drunken haze to the comfort of my bathroom where I proceeded to shower, and grabbed a quick cup of herbal tea. Everything was the same, except one slight minute difference. Instead of a blonde, tanned, plastic Barbie doll grumbling next to me, I had woke to something different, something warm, something that smelled of vanilla and heaven. Surprisingly I had caught myself studying her for several moments, watching in awe as her bare breasts rose with each delicate labored breath, her skin glistening from the morning heat. I had to sustain my slight smile as even in her sleep her teeth nipped at her bottom lip.

I only distanced myself from the comfort of my warm ample one night stand when the slight buzzing of my phone on a nearby nightstand caught my attention. Padding across the floor, I pawed at my phone, grimacing as I saw the name come across the faceplate. Sighing heavily, I pressed 'talk' and managed to pull off a fairly decent, hoarse morning voice. "Morning, love," I grumbled as I eyed the bundle of brunette hair in my sheets.

"Yes I suppose it is," my wife, Tanya's, cold voice mimicked back to me through the receiver. "Listen I don't have time to chat, I just wanted to let you know I'll be running late this morning. Traffic is at a stand still; obviously people in Miami are complete imbecile's and don't know how to drive in the slightest, Maurice is having the most difficult time navigating through this horrendous mess. So, therefore, I won't get to have time with you before work today. Sorry babe. Ciao!"

Shaking my head, I had thrown the phone back on the bedside table, and made my way into the bathroom. Relief swelled over my body knowing I didn't have to play devil's advocate and push a perfectly warm body from my bed. Turning to the mirror, I had snuck a glimpse at my reflection; I looked a mess. My hair was in erratic sprawls, my eyes had since grown two rather large blue-grey puff bags below them, and my lips were engorged with blood, memories of last night's tryst sprinkled over my mind, causing me to snicker.

A slight shuffle in the shower, followed by the banging of the glass door forced my eyes open. I was greeted by the sight of my very naked wife, her body now getting soaked by the heavy stream of steamy water.

There was no doubt, she was gorgeous, her body was the most perfect piece of art. Fake, plastic art, but art. She was tall, her bronzed, beautiful legs met the curvature of her ass in a perfect mold. Her hips seemed to have been sculpted by Donatello himself; they taunted nearly every man as she walked by. Her breasts, even though bought, molded to her frame in a perfect posture, her nipples pink and perky. Long blonde hair hung nearly to hear waist, and I grinned thinking how many times I had watched it graze over her ass as I had her bent over, daring to reach out and grab a handful.

Tanya and I had met my senior year of high school when my family moved to the southern coast. My father had given up a small residency in the northern states, to take up a larger practice in Miami. She was one of the most popular girls in school, having been in a few Seventeen magazine ad spreads due to her modeling. Having talked to her a few times in the classes we shared together, I realized quickly she wasn't the sharpest individual. However, I was instantly drawn to her and it didn't take much flirting to land her in my bed. Truth be told, it was a pretty easy task. Women like her were a dime a dozen, but for some reason I couldn't rid myself of her.

Even though a few lost years followed after college, Tanya and I had married years later. Her modeling career had managed to prosper and she often traveled the world, as one of the highest paid fashion models. I on the other hand worked at my firm, trading in my once prosperous nightlife for long gruesome days at the office.

I loved her once. At the time, we were good for each other; complimented each other even. However, now, my days were filled with client meetings, and long strenuous court appearances, and my nights were forced to be spent mingling with Tanya's pompous crowd. Slowly but surely, my long stressful days had trickled into my nights. I spent longer hours at the office, even though I had my fair share of help on the payroll. It was my retreat away from her and her vulgar friends. Tanya and I both had changed. Somewhere between the money, the celebrity friends, and the time consuming jobs, we had successfully managed to become strangers to each other, losing ourselves in all of our wealth. We both became immune to each other's needs and wants, and our once pleasant home became somewhat of a personal hell. We fought constantly indoors, as a public display of seething at each other didn't help our bank accounts much. We were the couple who had everything: youth, health, beauty, wealth. We planned to keep it that way; we couldn't afford it not to be.

Despite our differences, a part of me was still in awe of Tanya. My mind often reverted back to high school and the carefree date nights we shared with each other, unknowing of the future that lay ahead of us. Thoughts of late night movies and broken curfews trickled through my mind as I watched her lather herself with a thick layer of bubbly soap, her hands roaming freely across her body. She moaned slightly as her hands graced between her legs, throwing her head back in the shower, letting the water dampen her hair. Unable to contain myself, my dick twitched involuntarily. I smirked in her direction, watching as she was nearly blissfully unaware of my presence.

"Mmmm," I groaned, moving towards her in the shower, wrapping my arms around her toned waist, nipping at the back of her lobes. "Keeping me company this morning are we?"

Turning around in a quick motion, her once warm eyes now stone cold, she pushed against me, not a playful gesture in the least. "No. Actually you were using all the hot water. I don't have time to play with you this morning Edward. I've got places to be, and people to mingle with. Neither of these options include you."

I could take the insult. I could swallow the fact that our sex life was non existent anymore, I hadn't as much touched my wife in nearly months, nor had she shown any interest in me. I could even muster up to accept that the 'people' she would be mingling with probably were more likely one of the many cabana boys that worked in the South Beach area, or maybe even a new and upcoming pitifully paid actor; Tanya had a keen liking towards them.

Play.

She didn't have the time to play with me. I couldn't accept her treating me as if I was some child she had grown tired of raising. Her words washed over me as if I was a six year old wanting her to play with my Legos. Somehow, in this mess I called my life, I had went from her more than desirable husband to her bothersome child.

"Play," I grumbled as I rubbed passed her shoulder, stepping out onto the cool tile of the bathroom, steam fogging up the mirrors on the either side of the room.

"Edward...," Tanya breathed, rolling her eyes in my direction as I passed. "I just don't have the time this morning."

"You never have the time," I seethed back at her, my putrid hate for the situation more than evident.

My snide remark was followed by yet another large eye roll as my wife carried on with her shower, leaving me alone in my morning preparations, my warm, inviting bathroom suddenly seeming very large and awkward.

I tried my best not to stare at my reflection as I shaved; my once youthful appearance seemed lackluster and dull, my eyes no longer shining like they once did. Instead they were glazed by years of pain, hurt and enough deceitful memories, leaving behind the cold exterior of who I now was.

Even though I had managed to dress in near record time, Tanya was out of the house by the time I had finished. Glancing around our room, a sudden knot formed in my stomach, and I felt how empty not only I, but my life had become. Only days ago there was a certain warmth thanks to her, a warmth that I welcomed openly if even only for a moment.

Not only did I feel her loss, but the loss of my wife as well.

Her. It always came back to her. Bella.

It wasn't enough that my recent conquest was evoking feelings and emotions I didn't know existed or that she was all my mind could manage to process lately, causing me to fall behind on my work. No, I was not only clouded by her in my mind, but she was now invading my life more than just one night.

What a slap in the face it was to realize that she was my client's gold-digging, soon to be ex-wife. Was she really everything that Mike had described her as? The woman I met with, and the woman that was described, were two completely different people. However, if she was out gallivanting before she was even divorced, there had to come some truth to the matter.

I laughed darkly to myself.

Edward Fucking Cullen didn't let some whore ruin his life.

I had to straighten up my act, had to remain in tact, and not give away any signs that I had met her prior to this case. The people of Miami may already know of my lifestyle choices, but I could not afford to have this story hanging over my head.

Playboy Edward Cullen mixes business with pleasure. He adds another notch to his bedpost, this time with a client's soon to be former misses.

Groaning, I thrust my hands in my hair and tugged until I could feel pain. How the fuck did I end up in this position? And what was even worse, why the fuck did I care so much?

How could I allow some little minion from nowhere crumble everything I worked hard to achieve? This is my fucking town.

I am Miami.

People know who I am and respect me. Anyone would be lucky to know me or even be near me. Women fucking grovel at my feet. Who does this girl think she is?

Bella.

Mike Newton's wife. That's who the fuck she was.

Pull it together, Cullen, for fuck's sake.

I just needed to get to my office and focus. Lock the door and pray to the fucking heavens that the memory of her smell, or the sound of her moans, didn't give me some raging fucking hard-on. I tried my best to keep repeating the important tasks at hand. This was my job, my life, on the line. I couldn't let someone just come in and take over. I worked too hard and too long to let it all fade away.

I wasn't up for small talk as I passed Maurice, our driver, and headed towards my SUV. He opened the back side door, as he did most mornings, taking my briefcase before I climbed into the soft leather of my vehicle. I relaxed the moment Maurice cranked the engine, basking in the familiar sound. I knew once I threw myself back into my work all thoughts of her would hopefully disappear. Still, it didn't help that she was a part of the case I was going to work on, but if I kept in mind how awful she was according to my client, then I could convince myself of her evil.

She might not have been evil that night, but there was something wicked about her.

The commute was long as usual; what should only take twenty minutes of drive time, nearly took an hour. The early morning Miami drivers were blaring their horns and shouting vulgarities out their open windows. Pulling onto the main strip, nearly a block away from my office, I glanced at a familiar coffee shop. It was far from a chain, like Starbucks, and was classified most often as a dump, however the coffee was fresh and strong and I often would frequently stop in when I was in need of an urgent pick me up. This morning something familiar caught my eye. I chuckled inwardly when I noticed a beat up old silver Volvo parked in front with a Washington license plate.

Ah, fate you fickle bitch.

Now it was my turn to play.

BPOV

"Welcome to Jitters, may I take your order?" The young blonde barista smiled in my direction.

"Uhm, yeah," I mumbled, racking my brain for the drink orders from my colleagues I should have written down. "A vanilla frap, a Chai tea latte and uh, just a black coffee for me."

The barista smiled at me as she pecked away at the screen in front of her. "That will be twelve fifty please."

Shooting a smile back at her, I began to dig through my purse, pushing aside countless stray receipts, work files, faxes, along with a few tubes of Chapstick and my work ID badge. I should have taken Cynthia's advice and purchased a smaller purse for my personal belongings, rather than dumping everything into one huge knapsack. I laughed nervously as the young girl shifted her stance, her arms crossed over her chest. She was obviously becoming annoyed as she watched me dig through my old bag.

"Ma'am you're holding up the line. Can you step aside please," she barked, her one sweet smile wiped clean from her face.

"Just wait, I know it's here somewhere," I proclaimed as audible grunts and groans were coming from the patrons behind me in line. "Here! Got it!" I exclaimed as I pulled out a small, crumbled up ball of cash handing everything over to the annoyed cashier.

"Ma'am this is only eight dollars," she grumbled as she smoothed the bills out on the counter.

My cheeks flushed an immediate crimson red as I continued to dig through my purse, my chap stick tubes hitting the floor, rolling into obviously less than thrilled patrons feet.

"Ma'am could you please step aside," the barista repeated herself again, pushing the money across the counter back in my direction.

Tears were about to spill over my eyes. I was embarrassed beyond belief, my face was so hot I was beginning to feel light headed. "Just a minute!" I screamed in her direction, my search becoming near frantic now.

A single solitary tear fell to my cheek when I felt a slight push behind me. One of the patrons had pushed me into the front of the counter, my stomach fully against the glass. I could feel a decently solid chest behind me, thus giving me the intuition this patron was a male. A rather sturdy male at that, his chest wasn't the only thing that happened to be digging in my backside. I was about to turn around, to give this unexpecting creeper of an asshole a piece of my mind, when I saw a set of familiar fingers reach around me and flash the barista a black credit card.

"Consider this on the house," a man whispered in my ear, his breath so warm it pricked at my skin. I didn't have to search my brain hard to figure out the owner of the mystery voice. I had heard it enough in the past two days to know whom it belonged to.

"Add another black coffee on that order, steaming hot please. Last time I placed an order here, my coffee was only luke warm; less than pleasurable."

"I'm.. I'm... sorry sir," the barista fumbled over her words, obviously dazed as she swiped the black piece of plastic through the machine.

Turning slowly, I faced him.

My one night stand. My one night stand who happened to be the best sex of my life.

My husband's lawyer. Fuck my husband.

My now enemy. My enemy whom I still wanted to fuck with every fiber of my being; the strong urge to push him against the glass counter and strip him of all his glory in front of the coffee house patrons nearly overtaking me.

He was the image of perfection; identical to one of the many male models that graced the monthly covers of GQ, Harpers Bazaar or the likes. His suit was yet again perfectly pressed, his shirt nearly blindingly white and crisp, and his shoes polished to a high shine.

His eyes made a trail over my body, and I was more than grateful I had opted not to wear the same jeans he had seen me in the last few times. For a moment, as his eyes made contact with mine I thought I saw an all too familiar gleam in them. One of fire, of desire, and one of lust. I had to steady myself against the counter, my legs had suddenly grown weak and my body had the sudden urge to melt to the floor.

For a moment, we stood in perfect silence, our eyes burning into each the others. Suddenly the bustling noise of the coffee house and the whooshing sound of the espresso makers didn't exist.

"Your order sir."

To my disappointment, Edward broke our gaze, turning to grab his single cup of coffee before handing me the tray. When he returned, his eyes were just as cold and glassy as they had been yesterday in court.

"Mrs. Newton, I advise you spend your money wisely. You'll need every single penny you can muster up when I am done with you. Yesterday, when I said I'd end you, I meant it. You don't want to see what I'm capable of accomplishing; outside the bedroom anyway."

His words made me gasp, stole the air right from my lungs. I stood for a moment, staring at him as he sipped his coffee, his lips curling up around the edges in a slight smile as he finished.

"I would tread lightly if I were you," he whispered as he took a step towards me, his hair falling in front of his eyes, his breath washing over me in warm waves. "You fuck with me and I will destroy you and the new life you're trying so hard to create. That's a promise."

Oblivious to the few patrons besides us, he pushed himself further into me, my body now imprisoned between his strong stature and the hardness of the counter behind me. "Watch your step or you will get fucked, and it won't be quite as pleasant as it was the other night."

Bastard.

Anger pulsed through my body; my veins burned scarlet red as I pushed myself from the counter, standing tall and solid. I realized I had to keep my composure. I was better than him. Who was he to put me down yet again? He had done it several times before, caught me off guard, but those days were done. I was tired of him scathing away with the last word. Did that make him feel better about himself, belittling others? I would not let him win this time.

Before I could manage to open my mouth, he turned towards the door, walking away briskly. Every muscle beneath his perfect clothes, moved in flawless, fluid manner, and I had to catch myself as my mind starting drifting back to another night, another time, when we moved just as fluidly together in the bedroom.

I was about to open my mouth to stand my ground, to show him that I wasn't going to take his shit anymore, when he cut me down one last time.

He turned back towards me, raising his sunglasses to his eyes, shielding them, a sneer gracing his perfect face. "By the way Mrs. Newton, you can expect a bill from me. I don't do handouts."

Feeling defeated after my run in with him, I had made my way to work in record time, not stopping to chat with my co-workers as I did on most normal mornings. Instead, I retreated to my desk and flung myself on top of it, the coolness of the metal feeling pleasant against my skin.

I suddenly had no taste for coffee and no desire to continue on with the work day. When had things become so complicated? Life, it seemed, was perfect back in Washington. I had a job, a husband whom I loved and would clearly do anything for, and a great life. Now look where I am. I felt like I didn't even know who I was anymore.

"Hey B! Did you get my... um, what is happening here?"

I turned to face the voice, my cheek lazily laying on the wood, and peered up at Cynthia who bounced into my cubicle. She was making a circle motion with her arms. I just groaned in response.

"Nothing, I'm just tired and overwhelmed is all." Understatement of the year.

"Aw, sweetie, I know you've got a lot going on since your divorce is starting. You should talk to Jake, I'm sure he'd let you take a personal day... or twelve."

I sighed. "As wonderful as that sounds, I'd rather keep myself busy. If I'm at home, alone, then I'll just be thinking about stuff and well you know..."

She offered me a kind smile, "I know." She leaned over and stroked my hair a few times before reaching for her coffee.

"Oh, coffee great! I need something to pick me up!"

Something to pick her up? Her and her sister had more energy combined than the sun. I feared that caffeine would only make things worse.

I watched her take a long pull of her drink as I sat myself up. I needed to regain control of my life and that started with my work.

"Well, I'm sure you'll be busy this weekend."

I threw her a quizzical look, "What are you talking about?"

She hopped up on my desk and prepped herself to tell me something juicy.

"Well, rumor has it there is a mondo boat party happening this weekend with some of Miami's finest. Local celebs, models, CEOs, you know, the stuff we live for. So, of course with big parties come big scandals. You know we're going to have our work cut out for us."

A welcome distraction. I smiled at her. "Oh Cyn, if anything comes up will you please let me take the story? I would like to not think about Mike or this divorce or anything like that for once."

"Babycakes, do you even have to ask?"

"Ask about what?" Jake asked as he strolled over to my desk. "Got my coffee, Bella?"

"Oh, yeah, sorry Jake, its right here. I would've brought it to your desk, but I got sidetracked." I cocked my head to the side acknowledging Cynthia. "You know how she gets," I said with a wink.

He laughed. "Oh sure, sure, we all do."

Ignoring my playful insult, she filled Jake in on the scoop. "I was just telling Bella that she could take the story, if there is one, and you know there will be one, on the yacht party that's taking place this weekend."

Jake scoffed. "Of course. Miami's elite." I could sense the bitterness in his tone. Was he jealous of the money? I always thought he was well off here at the paper. "Well, at least you know we're guaranteed a story. These parties always do."

I just nodded in agreement. If it weren't for the rich and tan here in this town, we'd be running some boring story about how the sun is bad for you or the newest miracle cream. While I wanted to be taken as a serious journalist, I had to be realistic. Gossip stories sell. I had to focus on the area and what I could bring from it. Sure, I was working my way up from the bottom. And I had no doubt that if I worked hard enough I would eventually get to where I wanted to be and write the kind of stories that made a difference. But for now, I just needed something that would pay the bills.

"Exactly! That's why I told B here that she could take the story! Ooh, I wonder who's throwing the party and who is all going to be there? What kind of trouble will people get into? Oh my gosh, I can only imagine!" And this was exactly where Cynthia wanted to be. She was sprightly and thrived off of fashion and gossip. If you ever wanted to know who broke up with whom in Hollywood or where Angelina was adopting her next baby from, she was your go-to gal.

"All right Bella, it is yours if you want it. I gotta get back to work, as should you ladies." He gave what should have been a harsh look to the two of us, but it never came off quite like that. Jake always tried to be a hard-ass with us, but it wasn't necessary. He knew we would get the work done, but had to maintain his boss status since we were in the office.

Once I knew Jake was out of earshot, I asked, ''Cyn, do you know whose party it really is?''

She sighed. ''No, but I wonder if it's the same one Alice was invited to.''

I looked at her quizzically, ''Alice was invited to an elite party? How?''

''You know, I'm not really sure. She's being pretty peculiar about it.''

I couldn't help but wonder. Alice had her odd moments but Cynthia seemed worried about it this time. ''How so?''

''Yeah, you know how she sometimes acts weird about a guy or when something in fashion comes up?''

I smiled and lightly laughed, ''Yes.''

''Okay, well, it's nothing like that.''

''Huh?'' That definitely caught my attention.

Normally when Alice likes a guy she's a little hurricane. In the beginning she's always trying to decide her best approach in figuring out if this is the one. She has to put them to her tests. If any of them even managed to survive past the first one, it was a miracle. But if this wasn't either of those things, then I didn't know what to do.

''Well, what is she doing?''

Cynthia coughed and scratched the back of her neck, ''She just, well, I mean, she's quiet. I mean, like, just sits and stares off into space. When I ask her what's wrong, she looks at me, sighs, and says, 'absolutely nothing is wrong.' She keeps insisting that she's fine. I don't know what to do. Alice is never quiet!''

Alice quiet? What the hell is going on?

''I asked her if there was a new guy or if someone in the fashion world died,'' she scoffed, ''but of course I would have already known that. I just don't know about her.''

''Hm, well, she was all gaga over the presiding judge on my case, but Alice could never do that. She's a rule follower. No matter how attracted to the guy she is she wouldn't do that. Especially if that meant jeopardizing a case.''

''Or it could help,'' she winked at me. ''Wait, come to think of it, she didn't mention anything to me about a hot judge.''

''That doesn't sound like her at all. If there was someone she was interested in, she would want the whole world to know who her flavor of the week is. That's just... Alice.''

''I know!'' I watched as she threw her arms in the air, frustrated. ''This must be something really big.''

It was really bothering me not knowing what was going on with Alice.

''I'll give her a call when I get outta here and see if I can find out what's going on. I'll try to put these reporter skills to good use.''

''Thanks, B. I just can't imagine what she would keep from her own sister!''

''Me either, Cyn.''

After getting a few hours of work done, I finally dragged myself out of the office. With Alice acting strange, and seeing him again, I was surprised that I managed to get anything done. I wished I could talk to someone about the mess I got into with Edward. Things were complicated enough, and now, there just seemed to be more problems escalating.

I groaned and leaned my head on my steering wheel. First things first, I needed to call Alice. I hoped that I could get it out of her because Cynthia was really worried.

Dialing her cell, I prayed she would pick up. Luckily, she answered right away. ''Bellaaaa! Are you on your way home from work? Don't go home! You must come over! Right now! Seriously, come over!''

What the fuck?

''Um, okay, be right there.'' Was she becoming bipolar? This sounded more like the Alice I knew rather than what her sister described.

''The wine is being chilled. The door is open, so come right in! I'll be in my room! See you soon toots!''

I hung up trying to wrap my mind around what the hell was going on. Curiosity got the best of me, and I pressed the gas pedal a little harder.

Once I got to her place, I walked into Alice's room and didn't find her. It looked like Hurricane Alice had stormed though. Clothes were strewn about, expensive designer shoes haphazardly lay on the floor, random baubles of jewelry were thrown on the bed, but Alice was no where to be found.

I realized that it was... quiet. Like the calm before the storm. Maybe I was in the eye of it all. I glanced down the hall to Cyn's room. There, I found Alice amongst piles of clothes, staring out into space, not realizing my presence.

''Alice?''

She turned towards me, griping a designer dress in her hands. ''Cynthia has a lot of pretty clothes.''

"What? Alice?"

"This one is nice, don't you think?" She stormed over to me, holding the dress up against my body, scrutinizing it.

"Alice? You okay, sweetie?"

"No, no, no! There must be something!"

She was clearly ignoring me and on a determined path to find something. "ALICE!"

She stopped fiddling around and looked at me with wide eyes. "Oh, Bella! You made it! Come help me find something to wear to this party."

"Party? What party?"

Alice sighed and rolled her eyes at me, like I should've known what she was talking about. "Silly Bella! The yacht party!"

Cynthia was right, she was invited to the party, the same party that was creating quite the buzz at work.

"Oh, right. I'm covering this party for work. Cyn and I were trying to figure out whose's party it was. Wait, Alice, how did you get invited?"

She continued to rifle through Cynthia's closet and ignored my question. This was a big deal, why was she acting so strange?

"Alice, did you hear me? How did you get invited?"

Peaking out from the closet, I noticed a tiny smile appear at the side of her mouth. Her lips curled upward and her eyes lit up. "Jasper."

Jasper? Who?

"Um, and that would be...?"

She sighed and began to stare off, just like Cynthia described her earlier. What the hell is wrong with her? Who is this guy?

"Silly, silly, Bella. Jasper, you know, Judge Whitlock."

"WHAT! How... What... I don't... ALICE!"

"I know! I know! I shouldn't have but I just couldn't resist him! I mean, you saw him! He looked absolutely delicious when we were going into court and I just couldn't get him banging his gavel and thinking about how he could bang me and pounding and robes." She continued to prattle on about nothing. She wasn't even stringing full sentences together.

"I don't understand. How did this happen? And what exactly happened?"

"Well, once we were done with dickhead Cullen, Judge Whitlock asked me to go over a few more things in his office. So, we go back to his office, which is stunning by the way, you should check it out sometime. Anyway, initially we're discussing the case, and then he was acting kind of strange, which of course I thought was strange because he's a judge and he should be composed you know. That's what us law people do. Well, he was kind of nervous and he asked for my number just in case he needed to reach me for an emergency. I told him I had an emergency and I just went for it, I kissed him. Did you know he also likes to be called The Judge in bed. Phew, I tell ya! Now, I need to find a dress! Help me!"

"You slept with him?!"

"Duh, it was incredible. I thought, oh man, this is going to be awkward now since he's the judge on this case and I already slept with him. And I know we have to keep our mouths shut because if it got out, well, that would jeopardize the case. But of course I had to tell you! I mean, how could I keep this to myself! I think he's the one."

Hurricane Alice was in full effect. My mind was spinning with all of this information I was given. This could end badly. Very, very badly. I was suddenly sick. What if word got out about my lawyer banging the judge on the case. What would I do then? I was getting more and more upset.

"This is horrible Alice! How could you do this?"

"Bella, I know this sounds bad, but you have to trust me. Have I ever done anything to hurt you? Jasper is on my side. Well, and inside too, but that's besides the point. Trust me, B. Besides you're coming with me!"

"I'm what?"

Is she insane? I had asked Cynthia to go the party not knowing Alice would be coming, along with... The Judge.

What better way to spend a weekend? Showing up at a yacht party with your best friend, your boss AND the judge presiding over your divorce case.

"You are coming with me darling. You could write about the party; what better way to get the scoop then to be there in person. Jasper knew I might be a little uncomfortable coming to a party where I didn't know anyone but him. So, he told me to bring a friend."

Fuck. She did have a point. I would really be going for work. Who was I to refuse work? And if I did get a big breakout story, it would help me further my career. I had no other choice. I sighed in defeat.

"All right, you're right, Alice. But I have nothing to wear."

She turned at me and beamed, "Honey, that's where I come in."

Dragging me into Cynthia's closet, I protested. "And, I don't have a date and I'm not going with your sister. I'm not going as some kind of third wheel Alice. Sorry."

Before I could blink, Alice's small cell phone was thrown in my direction, her eyes sparkling. I could hear the phone already starting to dial, and my heart nearly stopped when a familiar voice rang through the receiver. "Jacob Black," the voice beamed loud and clear.

I covered the receiver with the palm of my hand and mouthed to her, "Are you crazy?"

I could hear Jake on the phone, "Hello? Alice, are you there?"

"Answer him!" Alice whispered at me. I sighed. This is all for work. I had to keep reminding myself.

"Hi Jake, it's Bella. I have to ask you for a favor..."

A/N:

AnonySwan: (Flashes her sunglasses) You think these Rays look good on me?
AnonyCullen: Sure .. although .. not as good as our Miamiward. Mmmm. Love them cocks.
AnonySwan: (Eyebrows raise) I'm sure you do.

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