A/N:

Finally right? We know this chapter has been a long time coming. And we only hope that it's been worth the wait.

Thank you all so, so much for your support, patience, understanding, etc. during this time. Mr. Cullen still has some recovery road to travel down but he is doing much, much better. For an update and the full story on his condition go here: http: / edwardsmynaughtylawyer(dot)blogspot(dot)com/2010/09/true-friend-is-rare(dot)html

We won't keep you waiting much longer, so let's head back to Miami. Enjoy loves!

Something takes a part of me
You and I were meant to be
A cheap fuck for me to lay
Something takes a part of me

Freak on a Leash - Korn

Monday came a little too quickly for my liking. It didn't help in the least that I had to avoid my morning stop at Jitters just to avoid running into him. I sat at my desk trying to choke down a stale cup of coffee, grimacing as a strong taste of burnt Styrofoam assaulted my palette. My mind was still reeling, and I couldn't decide if it was from the cheap caffeine buzz, the ass chewing I had received over the weekend from Jacob, or the little tryst I had the very same day in Edward's office.

With caffeine finally starting to settle in, I nervously tapped my pump clad foot against my desk. Looking over my shoulder I peered out of the floor to ceiling glass windows; the Biscayne Bay sparkled like a million tiny diamonds as the sun continued it's morning rise over the city. I couldn't help but be reminded of Edward's office. True, my view of the city was nothing to pout over, but it wasn't only mine, I had to share with quite a few other colleagues. Edward's view was his own. A splendor he himself was only privy to, the only exception being his clients. Still yet, they had to pay to receive such a sight. A sight, I couldn't help to admit I would like to indulge in.

Though his words were harsh, his actions were vulgar and his reputation was despicable, I was still enthralled. To say he had given me the best sex of my life more than once was an understatement. To say I was sucker for asshole Floridians with larger than life egos, was an even bigger understatement.

As if it my legs had a mind of their own, they started to work their stresses out. Instead of nervously tapping against my desk, they started to rub together. The new movement created a more than pleasurable sensation between my legs, hidden completely under the safety of my tiny desk cubicle. I couldn't help but let out a slight moan as visions of Edward and his office flooded my sex induced mind.

Edward donned only in a loosely fitted tie, his toned, naked body hovering above me as he splayed me across his desk, my hair fanning over the edge, his fingers creating delicious goosebumps across my skin . Random files fluttered to the ground as he propped my feet over his shoulders, his teeth nipping at the fleshy part of my ankles. Reaching for his tie, I smiled in pleasure, watching it tighten around his neck, forcing his perfected face towards mine, my lips eager and waiting for his own.

"Morning," Jake's voice burst through my mind, the image of Edward making a sudden, unexpected departure.

Blushing, I nodded acknowledging his presence as he took perch atop my desk, stray pencils rolling onto the floor. Jacob's normally shining face, frowned. Immediately I knew he had mistaken my gesture, I was positive he thought I was still rattled by his little burst of anger he had displayed and even though a part of me was, the bigger part of me was blushing profusely. My little explicit, early morning thoughts had caused a wetness to seep through my panties. I knew there was no possible way Jacob would realize, however the fact that I was mere inches from Jacob when a pool was gathering between my legs caused me to feel slightly foolish.

"Bella, listen I'm sorry for Saturday," Jake began before I held my palm up to interrupt him.

"No need Jake, you were right. I was completely in the wrong," I implied, my mouth suddenly dry, wishing I could explain to Jake the events that had actually taken place.

Jake's infectious smile returned, only this time larger and more pronounced. I couldn't help but smile along with him, giving anything to completely rid the few straggling remaining thoughts of Edward that hovered behind in my confused head.

I noticed Jacob starting to fidget next to me, clumsily fingering a few files and running the edge of his index finger along the top of my computer monitor. I had worked for and known Jake on a personal level long enough to pick up on his mannerism, and I was almost positive he was prepping to drop a bomb on me the size of Hiroshima. I gulped in anticipation, my mouth suddenly becoming more stale than before.

"Listen Bells, I wanted to make it up to you. You know, sort of like an 'I'm sorry your boss is such an asshole' apology." Jake continued to sweat, his meaty palm rubbing the back of his damp neck nervously. "Like .. uh .. dinner maybe?"

I suddenly felt nauseated.

Not that Jacob himself gave me a queasy feeling. In fact when I first was hired here at the Times, many long nights waiting for Mike were spent daydreaming about Jacob keeping me company through the lonely solitude of the night. Hell, dinner even sounded perfect. It would get me out of the house, get my mind off everything and everyone that had been clouding my life lately. I'd been out to dinner with Jake more than a handful of times, but never as a two-some. Alice, Cynthia or some of my other colleagues would always accompany us. Jake had never singled me out, and this invitation felt more than just a dinner date. I knew his intentions and I wasn't ready to include him in the mess I had recently made of my life. It wasn't fair to him in the least. Although he would never realize, I was doing him a huge favor.

"Listen Jake," I cleared my throat. "Dinner sounds great, it's just that I don't think I'm quite ready." I presented my best "I'm going through a really tough divorce so you really need to pity me" doe eyes and prayed like hell Jake would succumb.

Instead, his smile disappeared for the second time in minutes. Clearing his throat he stepped away from my desk. "So, the Heat game is tonight," Jake announced, while straightening his tie, seeming to forget only moments ago he had asked me on a date. I may have been naive when it came to most men, but Jacob I knew. The color of rejection was painted all over his face.

"Doesn't Eric cover sports events?" I lightly argued, watching as Jake seemed to get more irritated by the minute.

"Sure he does. However, I thought I'd give him the night off. You know after you so graciously offered to put in some overtime. Bella, I need you to cover this story," Jake requested, however it rolled off his tongue as more of an order.

"But Jake, it's a sports story. Why don't you have one of the guys in another department cover it?" I nearly whined. "I don't know the first thing about sports, much less how to write a whole article on them."

"Do you really need me to remind you?" He sternly replied.

No, trust me I haven't forgotten.

"Look, it's a really important game. We're heading into the playoffs and with this game, it puts us one step closer. Take all the notes you can manage and I'll try to help you with the rest when I get a spare minute, deal?"

"But Jake...," I pleaded as he thrust a press badge into my hands.

"Don't let me down Bella. I'm counting on you."

He walked away with a wave of his hand. I sighed. I knew I lost the battle. Even though I agreed to putting in some overtime, I hadn't the slightest clue Jacob would be sending me to a sports event. In that case, I would have rather taken up a second job as a bagger at the local Piggly Wiggly to cover the expenses of the infamous deck scandal. If he only knew. I already had let myself down, it was only expected that I let everyone else in my life down as well.

"Fuck, fuck, fuck," I scowled to myself as I gathered my personals and sulked my way to the parking lot. Realizing the time, my hopes of changing out of my more than agitating skirt and deathly uncomfortable pumps suddenly took a place on the back burner.

Traffic, per usual was hell. My car inched along the expressway and I could only hope of arriving at the American Airlines Arena on time. Fear of pissing Jake off even more than he already was burned in my chest as I finally managed to park my car. The sting of my heels chaffing against my feet was ignored as I burst into full sprint towards the building.

Flashing my badges to security, I continued to curse my heels as they annoyingly clinked against the slippery floors of the arena. I nudged my way through the spirited fans, trying my best to avoid the already drunken men and their larger than life glasses of beer. I didn't need to show up for reporting perfumed of liquor. If I wasn't already on Jake's shit-list, that would definitely put me as a front runner.

Finally sighing with relief, I managed to find my seat in press row, trying to shield myself and blend in with the other reporters, but I failed miserably. I managed to trip over three sets of feet nearly landing into an innocent bystanders lap. The majority of them were men, each of them chuckling and looking professional in their sports coats and ties. They seemed much more enthused and ready to do their jobs, with their portable laptops and voice recorders. I, on the other hand was less than excited and profusely blushed as I took my seat. I foolishly retrieved a Miami Times memo pad and pen with a partially chewed cap from my worn work bag.

My face was still crimson red as the players took to the court, practicing their free throws and lay-ups. I tried my hardest to focus on the players, trying to memorize their numbers to the corresponding names stitched to the back of their jerseys. However, there were too many players on the court. I couldn't keep tabs on each on them. Sighing, I looked down at my memo pad to view the notes I had taken.

Miami Heat vs. Chicago Bulls

Ball goes in hoop.

Very important game.

Lots of tattoos on players.

Quite honestly this was useless. It seemed as if the more the players scrambled around the court, the more my mind started to wander. I was everywhere but the game. I was with Jacob in his office, his angered face causing me to cower. I was with Alice in the courtroom, her brutal words desperately trying to win my case, while her eyes flirted with the judge. I was with Cynthia in our small cubicles, her face grimacing in horror as I exposed my secrets.

Most of all I was with him...

He was everywhere. Suddenly a man that I should have no desire for, a man that was out to ruin my entire being, consumed my entire life. His smell was embedded in my nose, his voice rang in my ears, his touch still burned my skin.

Before my brain was able to launch into a full fledged sexcapade, Edward's face diminished from my mind, as the large jumbo-tron located at the top of the building came to life. The crowd hushed, and suddenly my past became a very uncomfortable present. Mike stood at the side of the court, welcoming the crowd with a loud hello. He had cleaned up well since I had last seen him in the courthouse. He was well groomed in a pressed, black suit, red tie and a fake smile that sickened my stomach.

As my stomach turned, the men around me feverishly pecked away at the keys of their laptops, their full attention on Mike as he interviewed several of the players, seeming to pump them up for the game. However, my attention was not on Mike, the players, nor my ill attempted notes. My focus suddenly was tuned in to the crowd behind Mike, the few lucky fans who had scored court side seats. Though the camera's focus was fuzzy, one of the three figures sitting behind Mike was all too familiar. In that instant I knew the trio of men weren't just some 'lucky' fans.

As the camera's focus began to clear, I could make out the blonde unruly hair of Judge Whitlock, his unique facial features and addicting smile visible even through the camera's lens. He was laughing, joking with a man sitting next to him on his left. The man was significantly larger than Judge Whitlock, his broad shoulders easily filled the sports coat he wore. His hair was styled short, his eyes gleamed mischievously and a pair of dimples softened his face. It took only mere seconds to realize this was the man who had accompanied Edward the night at the club. Even though he had disappeared in the shadows, his attractive features were unmistakable.

Next to them sat Edward. To my surprise he wasn't in his usual suit, instead he wore a pair of casual grey slacks, a black dress shirt, the sleeves rolled to his elbows and to complete his outfit a very loose fitted grey tie. His hair was even more unruly than Judge Whitlock, the amber locks jetting out in every direction.

Unlike Judge Whitlock and the large man next to him, Edward was looking away from the court, his piercing green eyes fixated on something other than the unfolding game. My eyes flickered from the jumbo screen above me, only to land in direct contact with his. Though we were on exact opposites of the arena, I still could clearly see the sickening smirk that splayed across his lips.

My body shuttered as I tried my best to conceal myself, sliding as far down in the seat as I possibly could. It was no use. Edward was still fixated on me, even though the game had already began, it was as if I was the only other person in the entire square footage of the arena.

I cursed myself silently as I inched myself further into the chair, wishing I could melt into the plastic surface. Even though I wasn't returning his gaze, I could still feel his eyes upon me. The mere thought made me uneasy, yet burning with excitement at the same time.

As the game continued, I managed to muster up the courage to peek through my lashes, expelling a sigh of relief when I noticed Edward's focus finally was directed at the game. His face lacking expression even though the rest of the Heat fans filling the arena cheered on the players adorning the court.

Focusing on my pitiful notes once again, I realized I was out of my element. Yet again, I had been beaten when I wasn't even trying to play the game. Looking at the scoreboard I realized it was nearly halftime and decided my best possible move would be to leave the game, regardless of Jake's threat earlier in the day. Even though I offered to put in extra time to pay off the hefty bill the Times had received, I figured I could always catch the highlight reel Mike always hosted later on in the evening when I returned home. Even though the thought of turning on the television and inviting Mike into my bedroom made me cringe, I figured he could at least be of some pleasure.

Minutes before the first half ended, I quickly began to collect my belongings and make my way to the end of the row, trying my hardest for a second time not to trip over random pairs of feet. Two steps from the aisle, the Heat managed to steal the ball from the opposing team, causing the crowd to burst into a cheering frenzy. Taking the opportunity, I shoved my way into the crowded aisle, taking the stairs two at a time and thanking my mother for blessing me with a fairly tiny frame as the crowd completely engulfed me, giving me easy access to my getaway route.

Barreling through the crowd, I fumbled through my bag for my cell phone, frantically pushing away at Alice's numbers.

"-lo?" I managed to hear Alice's voice from the receiver.

"Alice!" I screamed. "He knows him!"

"-Ella -hat? Wh- you -lking -bout?"

"Fuck!" I panicked, managing to gather a few odd looks from the crowd. "Alice... he knows him. He's at the Heat game with him. They... they... they're friends!" I was nearly shrieking, my voice high pitched as I tried to speak through the horrible reception. I had wanted to warn Alice and I was failing miserably. Wanted to warn her that the asshole himself knew Judge Whitlock; her current fling.

"Alice? Alice! Can you hear me? Edward knows him! Edward knows- FUCK!" With a quick turn of the corner, I had managed to collide with something or someone, knocking the cell phone my hand, along with all of my belongings. Before dropping to my knees from the impact, a strong hand managed to grab my waist, pulling me against a firm sturdy chest.

"Just who do I know Mrs. Newton? Enlighten me," a familiar chuckle tickled at my ear. My blood started to immediately boil. The excitement I had from seeing him earlier on the screen was replaced by a sudden rage.

Letting go of my waist, he bent down to pick up the Times notebook I had scribbled my poorly attempted notes on.

"Leaving so soon? It's only halftime, the fun has merely begun. Looks as if you were leaving in quite the hurry."

"I, uh..." was all I could manged to audibly say when the buzzer went off signaling the end of the first half. I was hoping to make my escape, to bolt for the nearest exit when I spotted Mike making his way through the crowd, followed by Judge Whitlock and the strong man out in front of the two acting as a make shift bodyguard. Quickly pivoting towards Edward, my eyes pleaded with him as to not give me away. As if managing to collide with Edward wasn't bad enough, meeting my soon to be ex-husband and the Judge preceding over our case didn't sound like my idea of a great night out.

"Come with me," he gruffly spoke in my ear as he took a strong hold on my upper arm, pulling me quickly away from the crowd; away from people; away from witnesses. He didn't slow until we reached a nearly abandoned hallway. Grasping my forearm with an even more firm grip, he pulled me up a back flight of stairs. It was nearly impossible to keep up with him, my heels stung at my feet with each climbed step. Reaching the top of the stairs, I could barely manage a breath before he continued to lead me through another hallway with numerous doors. Finally he came to an abrupt stop, letting his grip go of my arm and reaching into his pants pocket producing a small key. With a final clearance check of the hallway, he thrust open the door, pulling me inside.

Discombobulated, I suddenly began to feel the hostility rising in my throat once again. "What the hell? You nearly yanked my arm out of it's socket. Where am I?"

Taking in my surrounding I noticed I was in a private box of some sort. When Mike first got signed on at ESPN he would spend hours on the phone gushing of excitement over the personal suites at various sporting events, often saying some were rather plush and extravagant. Edward's of course, didn't disappoint.

Just like his office, the front of the suite was a wall of glass, the view of the court unobstructed from the plush black leather couch that sat directly in front. A few bistro tables, accompanied by bar height stools, several large flat screen televisions, a large wet bar and even a decorative pool table were placed around the suite. In typical Edward fashion all of the adornments reeked of money and expensive designer tastes.

Ignoring my question completely, he looked down at my notepad he had still managed to carry under his arm. His eyes scanned the page before he let out a loud boisterous chuckle.

"Important game. Ball goes in hoop. Tattoos on players. My, my Mrs. Newton, I knew you could be inarticulate, but really, this is your best work yet. Bravo on such informative and well analyzed notes. You've managed to paint quite the vivid picture of the game," he sneered in my direction.

"Although now, I'm not quite sure why Jacob keeps you around. It's very obvious you're not much of a writer."

"I'm an editor," I pounced back, the tension quickly building up. "Sports aren't even my department. I'm here because some asshole sent my boss a bill for his precious deck that he claims I ruined.

"Pity," he snickered, the smirk never wavering from his face. "Then maybe you should treat ones property with a bit more respect. I'm sure your dear boss would love to know you were throwing his items across the arena floor," he laughed he held up the notebook.

I don't quite know what came over me. Maybe it was that he was objecting my ability to work, the fact that I was at a stupid basketball game working on overtime, or that yet again I was surrounded by everything expensive and everything Edward. When I was in his presence somehow I always felt less than par.

Shoving him towards the back of the suite, he dropped my notebook in surprise. I continued to push until his back was against the glass, where I continued my rant. "And that same asshole thinks he can get off on doing whatever the fuck he thinks he can do! Putting others down, belittling them, making them pay for things, when everyone knows damn well that he can afford everything himself!"

"I'd watch it if I were you Mrs. Newton. You wouldn't want to add 'ruining my basketball suite' to your list of damages."

"You're an asshole," I spat out, quickly raising my hand, reaching out to slap him. But as usual, he seemed to anticipate my moves and grabbed my wrist, spinning me around and pinning me against the window.

"Hmm," he breathed. "Always the feisty one. I like that in you Mrs. Newton, it makes things more... pleasurable."

The tension suddenly became thick, permeating the room. Running his palms over my hands, he splayed them above my head, his knee thrusting between my legs, spreading them apart. Immediately I could feel the embarrassing pool of heat threatening to drip down my thighs. The tension was thick, permeating the room.

Biting at my lower lip, I looked over the arena, fans not nearly feet from us cheering as the Heat continued to score as the second half began. I could only pray that the tinted glass was shaded, granting us at least a bit of privacy.

His breath was warm against my neck, shivers flooding my spine. "Take a look Mrs. Newton. You're on display for all of Miami to see. You enjoy having others watching you about to get fucked?"

All I could do was manage a slight moan. His words were so dirty, filthy even; but I'd be damned if they weren't making me hot.

Slowly, he began to drag his hands down my arms. Goosebumps arose in the wake of them. I began to quiver in anticipation of what was to come. I knew I should storm out and leave him hanging but could I really deny myself again? He knew me better than Mike ever had; hell, than I even knew myself. He had awakened something in me that I didn't realize was dead. I was hooked, an addict even. I needed more.

"If I didn't know any better, Mr. Cullen, I'd say that you rather enjoy others watching you. You are a public figure of Miami after all, what's another display to you?" I defiantly spat back.

He groaned in my ear and pressed his now throbbing dick in my back. "You better watch what you say Mrs. Newton, you know how much slander can get you into trouble."

Spinning me once again, my back now pressed firmly against the glass, he suddenly began to assault my neck, his warm lips littering my skin with fire. I couldn't help but to release a slight pleasurable moan as his tongue danced from my throat to the soft spot of my lobe, ending his trail with a soft nip from his teeth. His hands snaked up the side of my blouse, my breaths becoming erratic and exceptionally unsteady. My head started to spin once again as his fingers smoothly unhooked a few of the blouse's buttons, my mind not able to form a coherent thought. He seemed to relish in this, taking longer on each than he had the last.

"Edward," I breathlessly whispered, my insides battling between a war of pleasure and corruption. "This has to stop."

A low protest formed in his chest. "Fuck that. We're not stopping," he ground out as he continued his invasion of my body.

I wanted him to continue; I needed him to continue, but I knew better. No matter how badly I wanted this, no orgasm was worth it. "No, seriously, it's too risky. There's... there are too many people. Anyone can see..."

Grabbing my wrist, he pulled them above my head, the strain sending a slight surge of pain through my body as he pinned me further to the glass. I tried to break myself from his grasp, but he was too strong and suddenly I became much too weak under his spell to continue to challenger him.

His gaze flickered to my eyes momentarily before landing on my nearly exposed chest. Lowering his head, his teeth began nipping at the last hooked button. A loud gasp escaped my mouth as his tongue teased my lace covered breasts, his grip at my wrist tightening with each pass.

"This ends when I say it ends, Bella."

My breath hitched, and all thoughts left my mind. He didn't want this to end as much as I didn't. But this couldn't go on, it was so wrong.

Leaving my chest, his eyes locked with mine. For a moment we were silent. No banter, no harsh words, only the exchange of uneven breaths. I was completely enraptured with this man, no matter how spiteful his words were, no matter how bile his actions, when I was with him nothing else seemed to matter. All of the insecurities I had harbored from my previous marriage dissipated into thin air when Edward laid his hands on me. Even if I was only with him for mere seconds, those few seconds were consumed with more lust filled pleasure than I had even experienced in my entire existence.

"Finish what you started then, Edward."

A growl escaped his chest as he ripped my blouse open, his hands releasing my breasts from their lace prison. Our tongues danced together as we tripped our way to the leather couch.

Feeling a bit forceful, I pushed Edward down onto the plush cushions, his hands desperately clawing for me as he fell. Gazing at him from under my lashes, I sauntered towards him. My shirt was open, my breasts on full display. Licking his lips, he began to loosen his tie.

"Keep the tie on," I ordered, surprised by the tone in my voice.

He groaned as it dropped from his hands reaching for me as I stood before him. I pulled back momentarily, taking in the view. He was gorgeous and waiting; a change in how our previous trysts had been. He watched me through hooded eyes, his demeanor seeming to change as I straddled him, his hands automatically gliding up the sides of my thighs.

"Bella, I can't wait to be buried deep inside of you," Edward whispered, the words barely audible to my ears.

Cocking my head, I gave him a quizzical stare. He had cracked, his hard exterior had fallen even if only for a moment. No. This was not going to be sweet. This was going to be rough and dirty, just like him.

"No, Edward. You're going to fuck me in front of all of these people just like you said you would."

Quickly removing his belt, I flung it across the suite, the sound of the leather strap hitting a random bar stool filling the air. Without hesitation I worked as quickly as I possibly could on his button and zipper, a small smile gathering at my lips as my fingers grasped his cock. He sighed in content as I enveloped him, pulling it from his pants, exposing him to me and possibly the rest of Miami.

There was no time for foreplay, I needed him inside of me now. My body was longing for his dick to be buried inside.

Reaching under my skirt, I pushed my thong to the side. Before he had time to react, I slammed down on him, letting him fill me completely.

"Fuck..." he cried as he threw his head back..

"Do you like that, Edward? Do you feel me all around you? Do you feel the affect you have on me?" I breathed out in between pound after pound. His hands tried to get a steady grip on my hips but I was working too quickly for him to grasp what was happening. I suddenly felt empowered; strong and needy. I would take what he would give and demand for more.

"Ungh, Bella. It's... it's the same for me. You... ungh... the same." He managed to muster up.

Digging my fingers into the back of the couch, I desperately tried to keep the same pace. I needed this; needed to stay in control. His momentary break allowed me power over him.

"Fuck," I said, as my grip began to loosen. I realized I was losing control. Noticing this, Edward grabbed my hips and pulled me from him. I immediately wanted to cry at the loss of him inside of me, however within moments I was back against the window, the cool glass stinging at my warmed flesh.

"You wanted me to finish what I started Bella? Well, it started here against the window for all of Miami to see. Let them see you my little voyeur, let them see you."

He spread me as he had before, my hands wide against the glass, my legs spread just as wide; open and waiting for him.

"You're wetter than you normally are Bella, why is that? Are you hotter knowing that people could be watching us? Yes, that must be it," he said as he slammed back into me.

"Shit!" I gritted out through my teeth and slammed a hand against the glass. This was the point of no return. I'm sure at least someone out there had noticed the activities going on in this suite, but I just did not care.

He continued to pound into me relentlessly, like a madman, my name falling from his lips over and over again like I was some goddess he was paying homage to.

"I'm close Edward. Please," I pleaded. I was nearly there, I needed him to finish quickly. "Come with me Edward."

Moving his hands to my shoulder, he began to thrust harder, so hard I was certain the glass would give as I was pushed relentlessly against it.

"Yes, Bella, I'm there, right... there," he moaned out.

I screamed his name once more as I felt my walls pulsating against him. He cried out as he released himself from me, his warmth flooding over my back as he came. We both stilled, neither wanting to move.

Sweeping me hair over my shoulder, I felt Edward place a kiss along my shoulder blade, the gesture so light I was unsure if I had even felt it.

"Straighten yourself up before you walk out of here. You don't want people to think you were just fucked at a Miami Heat game. It wouldn't be hard for them to figure it out with you looking the way you do."

Anger filled me immediately. Pushing myself from the glass I turned to look into his cold eyes. I had tried to play his game but realized all too late that I could never match him. I wasn't him. I had one thing that he seemed to have lost. I had emotions; feelings; a heart. His was buried so deep inside, so far gone, underneath all of his lies and deceptions. In that moment I actually felt sorry for him. And I knew no matter how much he hurt me or put me down, that I would always be a better person that he could ever hope to be.

I began to put myself together as best as I possibly could, given the state the material was in. By now I had shed more than enough tears over this man, still yet I found it hard not to tear as I walked across the suite, Edward gathering his things as I reached the door.

"See you in court, Mrs. Newton," I heard as the door shut behind me.

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