First, it was originally JenRar's plot bunny. And I stole it, or she handed it over, whichever works best for you. Second, this fic is about cheating, there's more to it, really but if that's not your thing, Twilight Three - Say It Isnt So / You And The Night And The Music (Shellac) if it's a trigger for you, then this isn't the story for you.
However, WITH each other is a different thing. So take that into consideration. Each chapter will be inspired by at least one song. The songs will have greatly influenced the chapter. That being said the first song is the most important song. It sets the tone for the entire story. I shifted slightly on the bed, running my hands through the unruly mop of Edward's hair.
The midday sun shone through the windows, turning the reddish-brown to an almost bronze color. My attention was split between watching him sleep and watching the clock. It was the weekend, but I was never able to sleep while he was here, especially in the middle of the day like right then. Every minute with him was precious, whether he was awake or asleep, and I never wasted a moment. As I lay there, I prayed the phone wouldn't ring As if on cue, Edward's cell phone rang, startling him awake.
With his eyes trained on me, an apology pouring out of his gaze, he picked it up, swiping his thumb across the Accept button. I'll be there soon. He frowned as I tugged my hand from his, moving to my feet and wrapping my arms around myself protectively.
The showing will be fine. No, he can handle it, Jane. I left him in charge of the classes before I left, Capital - Various - Knife Culture: Buried Melbourne there's no need for you to—" He exhaled roughly through his nose as he glared down at the floor.
I could hear her screech over the speaker, and then it was suddenly cut off. Despite how the conversation had sounded, I knew exactly what words were coming out of Edward's mouth next.
Before the tears could come, I hurried the few steps to the bathroom and quietly shut myself inside. With my back pressed against the door, I heard him moving around in my bedroom, dressing quickly.
His footsteps were muffled as he stepped to the bathroom door. When I heard the front door close and a car engine start and then fade away, I finally allowed my tears to fall. I shouldn't have been surprised, and I wasn't, but it didn't make it any less painful. She always won, she always knew how to pull him back in, and I was always the one left alone. We'd been doing this for six months. We shouldn't have been, but we were. Everything about it was wrong, but it was impossible to fight, like swimming upstream, like fighting gravity, like telling my heart not to beat.
I slid down the bathroom door to the tile, wrapping my arms Twilight Three - Say It Isnt So / You And The Night And The Music (Shellac) my legs. Twilight Three - Say It Isnt So / You And The Night And The Music (Shellac), I hated it. I hated that he was tied to her, that he went home to her almost every night, that despite how beautiful and perfect we were together, he had to keep us a secret — a dirty, dark secret. He'd breathed life into me with love so big, so full that I'd lost who I was the moment our eyes met.
Groaning to myself, I sniffled, swiped at my tears, and let out a heavy sigh. I stood up, washed my face, and prepared to spend the rest of my weekend alone. I was a big girl. I'd made the choice just as much as Edward had, so I resigned myself to working the rest of the weekend. Falling down on the couch, I pulled my laptop to my lap and began finishing up the layout for my article for the Tribune. Newton wouldn't be that shocked when it was turned in early.
I'd developed a reputation for getting my work done ahead of schedule. When Edward was When he spread out a few of my test photographs, I shrugged. Art only pays your bills. Not mine. He smirked, but rolled his eyes. He was so beautiful, both inside and out. His hair was in complete disarray, his lean, muscular torso bare as he leaned Big Crash - Less Than Jake - Hello Rockview with his elbows on his knees.
Sharp, intelligent green eyes scanned over what I'd had no alternative but to designate a hobby — my art. My job was taking pictures for the Chicago Trib, but my love was nature, people, animals While Edward was the owner of one of the most successful art galleries in Chicago, his opinion was valid, but unwanted. We both knew Jane would never allow my work in her precious gallery. She hated me — and not because I was sleeping with her husband on a regular basis.
She hated that she'd been practically ignored in the spread I'd done on Sterling Gallery for the paper. Edward and Jane Cullen owned it together, and he ran it, but she called more shots than he'd admit. She was his primary artist, but the article had been about the other side of the gallery — the art classes, the special needs kids that Edward taught for free, the contests he ran for new, young artists.
Jane brought in money through her art and connections; Edward gave it a good reputation and heart. It was while shooting for that article that I'd met the amazing man in front of me. We'd tried and tried to ignore it, but the first few minutes after meeting, the entire gallery was filled with a sexual tension that made it hard to breathe. We'd flirted harmlessly at first, teased and laughed, and when I saw him with a few of his students, I'd never wanted anyone more in my entire life.
He was sweet and patient and talented. A little twelve-year-old girl with Down Syndrome declared proudly that "Mr. Edward was her boyfriend. Edward's face turned stormy, but he shook his head. The right people. Let it go, Edward," I sighed, plopping down on the couch next to him. Thank you, but no. Maybe one day, I'll do it on my own, but I don't need you to call around for favors for your His hands ran through his hair as he glared at me. You think I like this?
You think this is a fucking game to me, Bella? Well, I can assure you it's not. There was a part of me that believed every word he said, knowing this wasn't normal, that it was just really fucking bad timing. The other part of me — the part I usually kept bound and gagged — told me he was enjoying having his cake and eating it too. Instantly, he was on his knees in front of me, both hands Twilight Three - Say It Isnt So / You And The Night And The Music (Shellac) my face, as if I were a priceless piece of art.
Please," he begged. EverythingBella. And it's not even about the money It's about—". And it wasn't just the kids, either, though for Edward, they were the most important. Jane's family and Edward's family had been lifetime friends. To have them divorce would cause rifts between them, especially with Jane's father, Marcus Sterling, being the governor of Illinois. He'd ruin Edward — destroy him.
The man had connections everywhere, and he'd leave Edward the epitome If You Could Only See - Tonic - Lemon Parade a "starving artist.
I'm trying to set up a community art center for those kids to make sure that they're taken care of, but it's not easy. I have to do it on my own, because we're contractually bound, Sunshine. If I used Sterling money, then when — whenBella, not if — I ask for a divorce, she could take it all away from those kids.
And some of them She hasn't touched me in over Day Dream - Various - History Of Jazz - 1940 year. She blames her medication, though I'm not so sure anymore. I snorted at the word "medication. I voted electric shock treatment. The woman had serious issues. I'd heard her more than once lose her mind on the phone with Edward. She was almost abusive, but he'd go to her.
Edward would mention needing to talk, suggest a separation, and she'd fall apart.