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

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3.- Chapter

"Look at her with her eyes like a flame
She will love you like a fly will never love you, again" Massive Attack

Coming Undone

By Mommy's Bad Girl.

June, 2009

"WHAT THE FUCK DID YOU DO?" Her horrible brown eyes were looking at me with panic but I didn't give a flying fuck about it. She had fucked up big time.

"I... Ah... I..." She stutters, but I don't let her finish.

"YOU WHAT? You decided to ruin one of the most important cases of the firm because you got FUCKING distracted? What the FUCK were you thinking?" I roar and I'm pretty sure that if my wife could see me right now she would be really disappointed with my vocabulary.

"I just didn't think..." She starts, but I interrupt her again.

"You OBVIOUSLY didn't think! Do you realize what this means? WE ALL COULD LOSE OUR JOBS BECAUSE OF THIS!" I scream again. I can see her body shaking with fear.

"YOU'RE AN IDIOT!"

And then... everything gets quiet.

I hate her. I hate her so much for trying to ruin my perfect life. I hate her because she's trying to destroy everything around me.

I should have fired her from the beggining.

God... I should fire her right now.

"Get the hell out of my office!" I say, but she doesn't move an inch.

Stubborn. Always so fucking stubborn.

"Get. Out. NOW!" I roar but she shakes her head, her brown hair moving from one side to another.

"You're the most egocentric and sick man that I've ever met." She whispers and her eyes met mine.

"Don't confuse the egocentrism with the perfectionism. If you weren't such an imbecile, you'd know the difference."

"STOP TALKING TO ME LIKE THAT! I'M A HUMAN! I MAKE MISTAKES!"

"NOT BILLIONAIRE MISTAKES, YOU FOOL!" I answer back and I want to slap her.

I've never had this feeling in my life. I've never raise my hand against a woman but, fuck, she makes my skin crawl.

"You're fired," I say after a few seconds and she shakes her head again.

"You're a sexist pig," She answers and before she knew what was happening, before I could think about what the fuck was going on, I take her by the arms and I kiss her.

It tastes wrong. It's different and I don't like it but I bite her lips and I feel blood on the tip of my tongue.

Her smell is not perfect.

She doesn't smell like coconut or vanilla.

She smells like... Isabella and it disgusts me.

I hate everything about her.

I don't know what the fuck am I doing.

I don't know why am I doing it.

And the worst part is that she's kissing me back and she's pulling my hair and I throw her against my desk to rub my erection between her legs.

I hate her.

God... I hate her so much.

This is not perfect.

It will never be, but I can't help it.

And while I tear her blouse and she unbotton my shit, I realize that I'm not going to be able to stop.

And while she moans, horribly, against my mouth, I realize one thing...

I realize how much I'm going to regret this when it's over. I realize how sick this situation is.

I realize how much I was hurting my wife.

I realize how far off of perfection this shit is...

...And I don't give a crap about it.