WARNING: THIS IS A CHEAT FIC!

Someone recently introduced me to this song and I'm not sure why, because I've never cheated, but it struck a cord somewhere deep inside...and my imagination started running wild...

"Secret Love Song" by Little Mix feat. Jason Derulo

When you hold me in the street

And you kiss me on the dance floor

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

We keep behind closed doors

Every time I see you, I die a little more

Stolen moments that we steal as the curtain falls

It'll never be enough

It's obvious you're meant for me

Every piece of you, it just fits perfectly

Every second, every thought, I'm in so deep

But I'll never show it on my face

But we know this.

We got a love that is homeless

Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

[Jason Derulo:]

When you're with him, do you call his name

Like you do when you're with me? Does it feel the same?

Would you leave if I was ready to settle down

Or would you play it safe and stay?

Girl, you know this.

We got a love that is hopeless

Why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

And nobody knows I'm in love with someone's baby

I don't wanna hide us away

Tell the world about the love we're making

I'm living for that day

Someday

Why can't I hold you in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that we could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours, I'm yours

Oh, why can't you hold me in the street?

Why can't I kiss you on the dance floor?

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't it be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

Why can't I say that I'm in love?

I wanna shout it from the rooftop

I wish that it could be like that

Why can't we be like that?

'Cause I'm yours

Why can't we be like that?

Wish we could be like that

My body is aching in the most delicious way as Edward slips out of me, pulling me into his arms arms.

We're both sweaty and thoroughly sated after taking advantage of the few hours we get to spend together every Tuesday afternoon.

Sometimes if we're lucky, we get weekends when Tanya goes away on business, but those are far in between.

Sometimes he'll find excuses to spend time with me at work, but we're careful about it. With Edward being the CEO and me an Intern, there's not that many reasons for him to spend time with me at all without raising suspicion.

"What are you thinking so hard about, Baby Girl?" he asks as his fingers run through my hair.

"Nothing," I mumble against his chest, reveling in his touch that will soon be missing from me.

I'm thinking about how much I love you, how I wish you could stay...

He picks up his cell phone and puts it down again sighing.

"Bella..."

"I know. You have to go," I say as I get up. I pull my yoga pants and shirt on and leave him in the bedroom, grabbing the bottle of wine and my glass on the nightstand as I pass.

I never stay to watch him dress. Its hard enough watching him leave, I can't bear watching him prepare to do it as well.

I take a gulp from my glass before filling it and I sit back listening to the familiar sounds.

Edward going to the bathroom...Edward showering...Edward getting dressed...Edward walking down the passage.

He plays with his keys for a few seconds before he speaks.

"Bella..."

"Just go, Edward," I say resigned.

He hates these goodbyes. So do I.

Sometimes its easy. Sometimes I let him go with a smile, happy to just have the piece of him that belongs to me. Those are the good goodbyes. The ones he likes. The ones I like.

But sometimes I can't help myself. Sometimes the hurt overwhelms me so much it crushes my chest, taking my breath away. Sometimes my love for him overrides the part of me that knew what I was getting into from the get go. Those are the bad goodbyes.

Like today. Like this goodbye right here.

"Please," he begs softly behind me. "I hate leaving you like this."

"Then don't."

Shit, it slipped. I've never said it before.

"Don't what?" he asks perplexed.

I get up and face him. "Don't leave me." I hate the pleading tone in my voice.

Hurt floods his godlike features as he stares at me.

"You know that's not an option," he whispers pained.

"Then don't complain about leaving me like this," I say accepting before turning my back on him again and sitting down.

He hovers for a few seconds more before he leaves, closing the door softly behind him without another word.

I down the rest of my wine and pour myself another with trembling hands.

I let the tears fall silently as I drink away my sorrows.

I don't lie to myself anymore, its useless. I don't tell myself I'm finished with him. I don't tell myself I'm going to end it. I don't tell myself this was the last time.

Because I know, I know I'm too ensnared in him. I'm too caught up in his web of passion and deceit.

I'm a junkie...he's my drug...and I'm nowhere near finished with the high he puts me on everytime I feel his touch.

So I continue doing what I do most times he leaves to go home to his wife.

I drink until I can't see straight anymore. I drink until the images of her body wrapped around him becomes hazy. I drink until I pass out on my couch.

This is me.

This is my life.

My name is Bella Swan.

And I'm in love with another woman's husband.

Short first chapter, just an intro…

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