Chapter 1: Prologue.

Hey guys! So this is a new story of mine. I will complete my other stories, they will be updated along with this as this was literally begging at me to write it. So, I present another one of my imagination to you and desperately hope that you'll like it.

Thanks!

BELLA'S POV:

He was my father's best friend. He was my martial arts instructor. Sometimes, he'd be my friend. Other times, he'd come to me for advice with his girlfriend.

I tried to give him bad advice so that he'd break up with her. He never did.

A knock on the door startled me from my mourning thoughts. I was 25, single, and beautiful. I had a great job, great friends, no family I hated (if you don't count my mother) and I still wasn't satisfied.

I still wanted him.

I opened the door to find him there.

37, wildly handsome, millionaire with freshly fucked hair of bronze, Edward Cullen was all I wanted since I'd turned 18 and he started teaching me martial arts. That was when I learnt about sexual tension and throbbing libidos. He was everything a lover would want to have in a bed. Chiseled stomach, muscled arms, strong but with a lean and firm body, I had set my eyes on him.

He knew that, of course, that's why he had no problem using me as a rebound. He fucked me for the first time when I was 19, telling me afterwards that he'd wanted me since I had turned 16.

Of course, he left after fucking me, calling later to remind me of the consequences, the age difference and not to mention, his girlfriend. He ended the call by telling me that the night we shared was to be kept between us. I took it all, just thankful for the fact that he wanted me and convinced myself that he wouldn't be able to resist me for long.

I was right.

"Hey, Bella."

His eyes were bloodshot and he had a slur in his voice, which meant he'd been drinking. That was a normal thing for him on these nights. He stank of cigarettes and alcohol and I instantly pulled him into an embrace. He leaned into my touch and gripped my ass tightly. I sighed and pulled back to look at him.

"Let me guess. She wanted to continue weed again, didn't she?"

"Yeah. Can we please not talk about Tanya?" He had an intense look on his face, and though I was already itching for him, already wet, I couldn't keep the look of disgust at her name off my face.

"Oh, Edward." And as he took me to my bedroom and we tumbled to the bed, our legs entangling in the bed and our hands grasping for each other and tears streaking our faces, I wondered for the thousandth time why I was letting this happen again.

Why I was torturing myself with these callous and precious but brief and fleeting moments.

When I'd still wake up with an empty bed.

I did.

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