I remain astonished. How does he dare to talk to me like that and in my husband's office? I grind my teeth. "Would you mind lower your voice? Someone could hear us."

He hasn't stepped backwards.I still feel his breath on my neck and the heat of his body against mine. The hard planes of his chest still fit the soft curves of my body, and I stop myself from leaning into him. I hate that he still has that power over me.

"Are you ashamed of what we did, Isabella? Of the deep moments of ecstasy we shared together? Don't you remember how my hands made your body sing?"

His voice is deep and low and I'm the only one who can hear his dirty words. Of course I remember his hands and their touch. Just this thought could make me turn into a puddle of jelly on the floor. I also remember how he used to let his tongue lick his lower lip when he was horny, how he had just to smirk and nod at my body for me to take my clothes off in front of him.

"If you don't want my hand making your cheek sing Edward, I advise you to step backwards and leave me alone."

He finally retreats and goes back to the couch.

"Wow Isabella, the kitten has become a tiger. Nice".

"I'm not ashamed of what we did together. I'm ashamed of myself, for believing you and your constant lies and not having seen clearly the twisted little game you played with me. As for what I remember, Cullen, it's pain and suffering. No one could forget their first heartbreak. Trust me. Everything is in the past now. It's over. We're over." I rant, grabbing my handbag and shoving Mike's phone inside.

"At least you haven't changed a bit Cullen. You're still the biggest bastard on this earth. Leave me alone now, forget I'm even existing." I say, reaching the door of the office.

"Does he know?"

I turn around. "What?"

"About us. Have you told him?"

"Are you crazy? He would beat the shit out of you! He knows what happened with that guy ages ago but he doesn't know you're that man."

And I won't tell him. As much as I hate Edward Cullen right now, his friendship is precious to Mike and I won't destroy that.

"Have you told her?"

He shakes his head. "I think I have to thank you for that, not telling Tanya you knew me when we met at the restaurant."

"I want peace in my existence Cullen, peace, not drama. I've had enough of that when you were in my life. I won't be telling your wife how big of a motherfucker you are, she doesn't deserve it. I'll let her believe you've changed when you met her."

"uh, about that.. "

"What?"

"...nothing Isabella. Thank you."

"And it's Bella, Cullen. Bella. Not Isabella, for God's sake." I shout, grabbing the door and closing it with force, leaving Edward alone in the office.

Without looking at anyone on the way to the exit, I try to regain composure. Of all the things I expected coming here this morning, confronting Edward and my past wasn't in my hands still shaking, I write a quick email to Mike letting him know I'm now on my way back to work. If he wants his phone, he will have to come to my office to retrieve it. I'm not staying in the same building as Cullen any longer.

Now let's hope I won't ever see his face again.

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