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Her POV

I watched him from a distance leave his office like I had done countless times before, except this was different.

He wasn't searching the empty street to see if I was there lurking in the shadows.

He wasn't hunched over as if it hurt to function and I knew why.

He was happy.

He was going to marry her.

Never once had I thought he would do this to me.

Me.

I thought back to when I found out about her.

"You'll never guess what I heard," I was greeted as I sat down to brunch.

It was just a rumor that I laughed at until it was true.

I watched him walk out the glass doors of the engineering building.

I would know his lanky, thin frame anywhere.

I had every swell, hollow and hard muscle by heart.

I had explored each one, claiming them as mine with each heated touch.

I continued to watch him.

His phone was in his hand and he wore a bright grin on his face as he paused just long enough to text someone.

I didn't need to be stand over his shoulder to know who it was.

Just thinking of her turned my stomach.

I knew her type.

So, did he which probably why he choose her.

Smart.

Beautiful.

Accomplished.

She screamed Edward Cullen's dream girl on paper, but she had no idea what he really wanted.

Or what he was capable of.

I watched him walk, by passing the parking garage where he should have parked and instead down the street.

I followed behind him, keeping my distance, as he approached what would always be our restaurant.

If I closed my eyes, I could almost hear the jazz music that vibrated around us.

I could practically feel his breath on my neck in between kisses as he pinned me to the cold tile counter top.

I could see his green eyes blazing like fire as he looked at me in the mirror from over my shoulder.

His hands on my hips moving to push me face down on the counter top as he fought for a better angle as he fucked me senseless as the jazz the music floated in the air around us.

"You will look at me when I fuck you."

He low growl echoed in my ear even all this time later, reverberating through me, making me wet from the memory.

The shrill sound of my cell filled the silence of the car, causing me to jump from the surprise.

I held my breath as I turned it over, half expecting to see Edward's name to light up my screen.

It wasn't.

It was never him, but for some reason I always thought maybe… just maybe he would call.

"Hey," I answered breathlessly as I watched Edward make the turn as if he was going to enter the restaurant only to stop as she stepped out to greet him.

"Hey, Baby," My husband greeted me.

I could hear the smile in his voice.

It was warm and soft.

Nothing like the man I was watching.

He didn't have the fire that I craved.

The same one the burned me beyond belief.

"Where are you?" he asked me and I felt myself blush with embarrassment.

I had no business following Edward.

He would wreck this girl like he had wrecked me and everything else he had ever touched.

But

Somehow here I was watching him kiss this woman while wondering if she loved the spice that was purely Edward like I did.

Did he lick her pussy like he needed it to breathe?

Did he fuck her like if he stopped the world would end?

Did he look her in the eye while ravaging her and demand that she cum for him?

Did he kiss her like it was all he would ever need?

"I'm just running a little late," I explained while explaining nothing to the man who had saved me from myself after Edward.

I watched his hand slip from her waist to cup her ass.

My heart pounding so loud that I was certain Edward had to have heard it even from that distance.

"Well, I'm ordering pizza for us. And the guys are coming over to work on the bike," he explained with a slight nervous chuckle, waiting for my groan of displeasure.

I did my best to play my part with that groan, but honestly I didn't care.

It was easier when he was distracted.

And this was his newest adventure.

A motorcycle.

I couldn't complain.

He was a good man, but none of that mattered now.

His hand cupped her ass cheek.

I knew what that felt like and what that meant.

Would he take in her the bathroom?

Bend her over the counter and take what he needed since he could wait no longer?
He wouldn't do that in our place.

He knew better.

Or did he?

"I will be home shortly. I promise," I assured him as I watched Edward and her enter the restaurant hand in hand.

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