Disclaymer:We all know that S. Meyer is the queen and I'm just some sort of creepy girl who's playing with Edward, and making him suffer :)

Summary: We've gone from perfect, to be nothing. I had everything, until she appeared. Until I decided to fool everything that I've ever known for a second with her. I'm Edward Cullen, and this is the story of how I destroyed my life.

N/A: My beta "Fear-The-Spork" is awesome, and I don't need to say more. Enjoy!

2.- Chapter

"Let us disagree, cause wrong was made for you to be." Agnes Obel

Coming Undone

By Mommy's Bad Girl

May, 2009

"Mr. Cullen." Her mouth is disgustingly red.

"… So the Webber/Newton case..." Where the heck does she gets her clothes? From the salvation army?

"...She asked me to tell you..." Her voice is so... high.

"... The dinner that you had to..." I can't stand her.

"The appointment with the..." I can't even fucking look at her.

"Can I do anything else for you, sir?" She asks and I shrug.

She's so intolerable. I don't even fucking know why she's still working here.

I hate her.

She's my nemesis. She's messy, dirty, talkative, stubborn.

It's maddening.

I've seen her in the most extravagant outfits this last month. I had to remind her for the thousandth time about the office policies.

She was nothing like my wife.

I can't stand her.

I just... no.

I couldn't even look at her without wanting to throw up.

"Miss. Swan?" I ask before she leaves my office. I wonder if she realizes that whenever I talk to her, I want to scream and pukeall over the place.

That means that I'm disgusted five days a week, every twenty minutes for ten hours.

Shit.

Shit. Shit. Shit.

"Yes, Mr. Cullen?" She answered and I feel the bile up my throat when I hear her voice full of... apathy.

"I'm going to ask you, again, to not use that kind of perfume on my office. It fills the environment with a foul smell and I don't like that MY office smells like a brothel. Can you imagine what will our clients say?" I say with a serious expression, and I can see how her face goes from light red, to magenta, to light red again.

Her bottom lip starts shaking.

I smile, happy with myself. Her smell, like her, gives me nausea.

I hate her.

Before she can answer, I take the phone and dial my wife's number.

I just realize that she's gone when the "click" of the door sounds like an echo in my office.

…

"I can't believe you told her that. Poor girl," My wife shakes her head with disapproval but she has a smile on her perfect pink lips, so I know that she's half joking.

"She deserves it, love" I answer. I take my glass of wine and smile when I see her face.

"You're mean," I take a sip of wine, leave the glass on the table and in a quick movement I take her wrists and I put them over her head.

"How mean?" I murmur playfully. I cover her body with mine. Her long, long hair is spread on the white cushion and her beautiful green eyes are looking at me.

I love her.

She's perfect. She's everything that I never knew I could wish for, but I always wanted.

"Very, very bad" And she kisses me, and her mouth tastes perfect. Coconut and vanilla.

One of my hands strokes her thigh and it slips under her white dress, finding more wonderful skin.

Soft and beautiful skin. Wet skin. Perfect skin.

"In that case, let me show you how good I can be," I whisper and the most incredible moan leaves her lips as my answer.

Isabella Swan could never be this perfect.

Not even if she was born again.

Not even if I try to make her perfect, myself.

Here we go :) What do you think about Perfectward?, isn't he a little bitch or what?

Leave your opinions :)

Xxx,

Mommy's Bad Girl