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A/N: Stuck on a story and thought maybe this will get some creative juices flowing.

Edward: I am a man who knows when to retreat.

I had been away from Jacob for the past two weeks. I was tired, annoyed, and in need of a good fuck. The thought of Jacob's tanned ass rippling as I pounded into him was the only thing to keep me from leaving the conference a day early. If I never had to see another politician in my life it'd be too soon.

I pulled into our driveway and turned off my Lexus with a sigh. God it felt good to be home. I hadn't been properly laid since I'd left, and if I had to hear James beg 'again, again' one more time I would have killed him. I just wanted to relax in my home with my husband.

I got out the car and grabbed my bags. The trip had been fourteen days but I'd packed like it was a month. Strolling up the walkway I couldn't help the half smile on my face as I thought of Jacob pouncing on me the minute I opened the door. He had always reacted like a big puppy, excited to have his owner back home.

I opened the door and to my surprise Jacob wasn't waiting on the other side. "Jacob, love, I'm home," I called out. I frowned when I didn't hear an answer. His key was hanging by the door so I knew he was home. Maybe he was in the bathroom.

"Jacob?" I called out again. I dropped my bags and moved toward the stairs. He was probably hunched over the computer screen, searching for new cars to fix up. It's nice that he has a hobby to keep him busy, but fuck if it didn't cost me a pretty penny.

"Jacob love, this isn't cute. We should be naked by now." I climbed the last step and continued walking to our room. The door was open and a soft light from the television was on. I rolled my eyes; Jacob watches television as much as a small child.

"Baby, I told you, television rots your-," I stopped as I saw Jacob lying in bed. His back was to me but I could see his shoulders jerking softly as he cried. Fuck, had Billy died and I'd missed the memo? I stepped into the room cautiously.

"Jacob, what's wrong? Is it your dad?"

Jacob let out a sob and wiped his eyes furiously with the back of one of his hands. I sat on the edge of the bed, unsure of what to do. I hate dealing with emotions and I definitely don't know how to deal with other peoples. He tensed as he felt the bed dip. One of Jacob's hands reached out and I thought he was looking for me to hold him but he shifted and hit the play back button on the answer machine.

My heart stopped beating as I heard the sounds of Michael Owens moaning my name like a bitch in heat. I must have accidently pocket dialed Jacob when I was fucking Mike on the plane ride back.

"Jacob," I tired but my voice cracked. My eyes widened slightly. I never tripped up in my speech; I never get nervous or scared, but the possibility of Jacob leaving had me fucking petrified.

I cleared my throat. "Baby-,"

"I'm not fucking stupid!" Jacob ground out. He'd finally turned to face me and I couldn't help but think he was much calmer than I expected.

"I know you fuck other people; you always have and you always will. I know I love you and you will never return it but fuck!" he shouted in frustration.

"But I do though."

Jacob snorted. "What, love me? Edward you are incapable of loving anyone, and I've come to accept that."

A cold chill spread through me at his words. I'm a cheater and an overall dick, but I love my husband. I treat Jacob better than I've treated anyone else in my entire life. He makes me less miserable and I thought he knew that.

"I care about you deeply Jacob and I would never do anything to hurt you, you should know that."

"I should? I had to wake up to a message of you fucking someone! You leave me for weeks at time in the house while you're off with God knows who and I'm tired Edward, I'm fucking tired."

My jaw clenched at his words. I had fucked up royally but Jacob was starting to piss me off. I don't do passive aggressive bullshit. "I'm not going to apologize for my job. I'm sorry I'm a bastard but if you think I'm so goddamn awful then leave."

Jacob sat in shocked silence for a minute before he jumped off the bed. "Fine." He stomped to the closet and ripped a duffel bag from the top shelf. Our room became a fury of clothes as he threw his things into his bag.

I sat dazed for a second before I too jumped off the bed and tired to put myself in between Jacob and the dresser. My heart was racing; I hadn't planned on him actually leaving. This was our home and it needed Jacob in it. "What the fuck are doing Jacob?"

"I'm leaving you Edward." He pushed me to the side and moved to grab some of his shoes.

"Look at me," I commanded. He was overreacting. "Jake!" I tried again. I yanked his shoulder but he shrugged me off.

"Jake!" I shouted. He turned around but just stared at me with smoldering eyes.

"I'll stop fucking around," I blurted out.

Jake visibly let out some of the tension in his shoulders but his eyes were still glowering. "We both know that's a lie."

"No, it's not. You are more important than a piece of ass and I will do whatever it takes to keep you here."

"You are so fucked up. You'll change so I'll stay your kept man not because you actually love me."

"Of course I fucking love you!" I shouted. I pinched the bridge of my nose to try to keep me from exploding. He was being so fucking difficult. "You think I would have married you if I didn't love you? For Christ sake Jacob, we've been together almost six years. The only thing I've committed to longer is getting money. How can you think I don't love you?"

"I don't know, you're constantly fucking other people," Jacob said with his trademark sarcasm I normally found cute.

"Sex does not equate to love. I fuck other men because I'm bored. I'll find a new hobby if it means you'll unpack your shit and stay with me."

I could tell Jacob was having an internal battle with himself but his resolve was breaking. I walked over to him and he let me wrap my arms around his waist. He didn't believe me, and that was ok. I was going to have to work to get back in his good graces but I knew that if he was allowing me to touch him he was going to stay.