EPOV
She was with him.
Bella was currently with Jasper.
They were hugging. They were kissing.
Pacing back and forth in my empty apartment, I decided to head back towards the office.
Work would distract me from my thoughts, work would distract me from this unexplainable rage that filled me.
Work would make thoughts of Bella and her flawless skin dissappear.
Late night, I paced my office. Nothing to do but pace and think and feel.
Jasper, Jasper was my brother. But, Bella...Bella was my drug. My addiction. My need. My every desire wrapped up in one beautiful body.
This was an obsession.
I called him, the phone rung and I prayed to god he would answer. It rung and I hoped they weren't wrapped up together in his sheets naked as he whispered and cooed into her ear of her beauty, her perfection, her grace.
When he answered, I didn't know what to say. Relief swept over me because he wasn't inside of her.
Asking questions and babbling on he finally said he needed to see me tonight, and it left me stunned because, how could I look at him?
What would I even say?
When he entered my office, I poured him and myself a glass of scotch. Staring at the yellow liquid in my hand, he sat in front of me smiling lovingly at his older brother.
There had been a point in our lives where Jasper had been jealous of me. Jasper had wanted everything I ever had. Jasper wanted to be a Cullen, a real Cullen.
The golden boy, Edward.
This was now, and Jasper had nothing to be jealous of because Jasper was able to make his own decisions in life and not be influenced by the Cullen title. He wasn't expected to be CEO for a company his father had built, he wasn't expected to marry well and bear a Cullen heir.
He could do and have what he wanted, and he had Bella.
I was jealous of Jasper.
Taking a sip from the glass he held, he set it down and grinned from ear to ear as I thought about how Bella had picked him up and wondered if they had kissed.
Before the fury glazed my eyes, I looked down as he spoke.
"Edward, this couldn't wait. I need your advice..."
Looking up, I watched in horror as he reached inside his trouser pockets and instantly I knew. Before he had set the object down in front of me, I knew.
Maybe, I had known the whole time; for Jasper had never been in love before.
"She's everything I've ever wanted. Young, yes but beautiful, intelligent, sexy..."
He didn't finish because I had cut him off, "It's too soon Jasper," I almost begged, but I knew he'd listen. My opinion mattered, for I was his older brother. I was the golden boy, I was Edward fucking Cullen.
And he'd listen, I knew he would.
Pocketing the small Tiffany box back in his pocket, I stared at his pocket and sighed deeply. I'd have to let her go, my obsession, my drug, Id have to give her up. She was Jasper's and he'd give her everything I never could.
He would love her the right way and not make her lie. He'd truly love her. And they both deserved that.
"You're right," he agreed shrugging almost sadly. "It's her though, Edward. I know it is. She's the one. There's no one else for me."
When he left, I downed the rest of the scotch and paced a bit. Then I told her to meet me, and I knew she would.
She was just as addicted as I was.
**TC**
She was at my door before I was; standing on 6-inch silver wedges and wearing a light blue short summer dress.
Bella had worn that to pick up Jasper.
My mind raced.
"Hey TP."
Her entire body moved towards my voice, her green eyes glazed and her hands fidgeting at her side.
"Hey."
Slowly, I took my keys from my pocket and opened the door to my top floor apartment and watched her walk in.
Not bothering to look around, she walked straight ahead as I shut the door behind me.
As if in a trance, I followed her; my body already responding to her presence and the fanatasies of being inside her filling my mind.
Before she could walk any further into the living room, I grabbed her gently by the waist and turned her towards me.
There was anger in her eyes. A fire I had never seen before.
"I hate you," she seethed.
Brushing a strand of hair from her face, I watched as the effects of my touch passed through her expression and at that moment, I needed her. Even if it was for one last time.
"No. You dont."
She shook her head and tried to take a step away from me, I held to her tightly.
"I do," she lied.
Thoughts of Jasper and our conversation tonight screamed in my head telling me to stop, to end it her. To let this go, because it wasn't anything and it could never be something.
Then, she bit her bottom lip, and I lost it.
"Kiss me." Was my retort, and she bid to my will.
Her soft lips pressed against mine as she held on to my shirt collar. Savoring in her taste, I held on to the back of her neck urging her to allow my tongue to enter her mouth.
We kissed roughly, we kissed passionately, and we stopped breathing.
Our bodies fell to the rug on the living room floor and my hands traced her back, her butt, her body...
Tonight, it was mine. Even if it were for the last time.
Like the gentleman, I didn't feel like; I pulled off her silver wedges throwing them somewhere in the room and then I pushed myself on top of her as she wrapped her legs around me.
My tongue danced wildly around her mouth as she fisted my hair in her hands.
My rock-hard cock pressed against her center, and she was wet. Even if I hadn't felt it, I knew. Bella was wet for me. Soaked panties, just for me.
Watching in fascination, she pulled her black lace underwear off slowly brushing them passed her long sexy legs and parted her legs open as she laid before me on the ground.
In a haste and need, I unbuttoned my pants revealing my cock to her as her eyes grew wide with desire.
Pressing my head to her opening, I teased her brushing and pulling away feeling the wetness.
She kissed my neck as I pulled her hair, and then she ripped my shirt open. The buttons falling around us and that's when I finally pressed into her with one quick hard thrust and she moaned beneath me.
Sliding through her tight wetness, I lost myself. I was lost inside my drug.
A strange sound that sounded almost like a growl escaped my lips as she wrapped her legs around me making it feel as if I couldn't be any deeper inside of her.
In and out I thrust into her, giving her what she wanted. Bella wanted me to fuck her. Fuck her hard. Fuck the lies and the betrayal away.
Fuck everyone's existence but ours away.
Because being inside her at this very moment, made me feel like this was all that mattered.
Pulling her dress down exposing her large natural tit, I cupped as I pounded into her and she screamed with pleasure, digging her nails into my back.
"Fuck, Bella. Fuck..."
We came at the same time as I fell onto her and she hugged me tightly to her, her small spasms still shaking her body and my cock still inside of her.
**TC**
Hours later, we were in my Jacuzzi bath tub and she was rubbing circles on my back with a sponge.
"Its over. Isn't it?"
My TP knew, she somehow knew.
Without turning towards her, I nodded.
She separated her body from mine and I felt her stand.
"Did you enjoy that last fuck, Edward?" Her tone condescending.
In strange fascination, I watched the water glisten and fall from her naked body as she stood in the middle of my bathroom completely exposed to me and seething with anger.
"It wasn't like that," I lied.
Bitterly, she looked away from me. "Now what, Mr. Cullen!?"
Wincing, I looked down at the warm soapy water. "You be with Jasper. Like you were supposed to be. He deserves you. And you deserve him."
I didn't look up to see her walk away, and I didn't even look up when I heard my front door slam shut. In the warm tub, I laid my head under the water and stopped breathing for a bit.
In a few months, Id marry Tanya and Id forgot about Bella.
She was only but an obsession.
The need for her would pass.