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Chapter Fifteen

Our journey is continuing with Edward, Bella and Garrett. I do have a blog for this story. It's a continuation of the Renovations blog. A link for the blog is on my profile. On the blog, there will be picture teasers, teasers and pervy picture teasers. This story is going to be quite steamy and it's pre-written. It will be updated on Wednesdays and Saturdays with teasers on Sundays and Thursdays.

Also, thank you to Christina Downs for her help with planning out the story and wielding her red pen (cursor). You rock, girlie! Mwah!

Chapter Fifteen

James was angry. So angry. Everything he had worked for had disintegrated over the past three years. First, he met Victoria on a business trip to New York City. She worked for another advertising firm, trying to get a deal for her company. James, ever the charmer, got the deal and managed to land dinner with Victoria. They flirted, teased and eventually made out. In the back of his mind, he felt guilty about what he was doing to his wife, but Victoria's red lips felt perfect against his mouth. That first trip, all they did was kiss.

The second trip, they fucked. James finally felt he'd met his match. Bella was a good wife, but she was too demure. Too perfect. And never home. When James slammed into Victoria, he was lost to her. Her pussy was tight, wet and willing. Each following trip to New York, James and Victoria fucked. He loved it.

That all changed, though, when Victoria called him at his Chicago office. She was hysterical, explaining that she was pregnant. Four months pregnant. With James' baby. He knew that he couldn't abandon his mistress. He loved Victoria.

With Bella, it never could be anything more. Yes, they were married, but their relationship was distant. It was James' fault. He turned away from her when she told him of her medical issues and unlikely chance that they would ever get pregnant. He stayed faithful, until he met Victoria. Now? She was the mother of his child.

James asked for a divorce from his wife of ten years. He gave her everything she wanted and he moved out to New York City to be with Victoria. He began working in his firm's New York Office and he finally felt like his life was making sense. Once the divorce was finalized, James and Victoria got married in a small civil ceremony just before their son, James Jr., was born.

Then, his life began to fall apart. James Jr. was born with significant medical issues. Victoria had to quit her job to care for their son full-time. James missed a great deal of work because of the doctor's appointments, medical treatments, and surgeries. He applied for FMLA and was granted an intermittent leave. His work, however, suffered. He wasn't at the top of his game. Tiny mistakes were slipping through the cracks and his bosses noticed a change in his behavior. They gave him the benefit of the doubt for over a year, but when the firm lost a huge client because of James' mistakes, they let him go.

James turned to drinking and when he drank, he was mean. Worse than that, cruel. One night, James Jr. wouldn't stop crying. Victoria was trying to calm him, but to no avail. James roared in anger, backhanding his wife and sending her flying across the room. She hit her head and landed clumsily on her arm, breaking it. James stumbled from the power of his attack, ramming his temple into the doorjamb of the nursery. He fell into an unconscious heap on the floor. Victoria got up, her face swollen, head bleeding and arm broken. She grabbed her baby, packing a bag and running out of the apartment, never looking back as she rode the Staten Island Ferry to New Jersey.

In the past three years, James got divorced, moved to New York, got remarried, had a baby, lost his job and now in the process of going through another divorce. On top of that? His ex-wife looked sexy as fuck and happy. He wanted to reconnect with her and she disappeared. She only ever went to the office, which he was barred from and her hoity-toity corporate apartment. He knew that she'd never take him back, but he was so pissed. He wanted to make her pay for what Bella did to him.

She did nothing, asshole. You did this to yourself, came the snarky voice of his subconscious.

He hid in the shadows outside of her apartment. He had gotten cleaned up, getting a haircut and dressed in his finest suit. He was hoping that he could be allowed into her apartment. He wanted to drop off a surprise for his wife. That surprise was security cameras. He wanted to bring her down, make her fall as far as he did. Isabella Swan owed him. It was her fault that this happened.

Smoothing down his overcoat, he picked up the bouquet of flowers he'd purchased. He walked confidently, greeting the young female security guard. "Hello," he said, flashing his million dollar smile. "I was wondering if you could help me."

"Do you have a reservation?" she asked, blushing at the handsome man in front of her.

"No, but my wife does," he replied. "She was called out here for an adoption case. Isabella Swan?"

"Oh, Ms. Swan! She's so sweet," the security guard tittered. "She's been here for a few weeks now. I didn't know she was married."

"For over ten years," James said, leaning forward and handing the guard a flower. "I was hoping that I could be let into her apartment. I flew out to surprise her. Woo her."

"I can't let you in," the guard said apologetically.

"Please? I don't want to call my wife and ruin the surprise," James cooed. The guard giggled nervously. "It's been three weeks since I've last made love to her and I need my wife."

"I could get into huge trouble," she said, her voice tight. "But, if my boyfriend flew out to see me, I'd want to be surprised. Come on." He beamed excitedly, following her to the elevator. She chattered about Bella and how sweet James was for surprising her. He just listened, not really adding to her conversation. He just needed her key to get into her apartment. On the sixth floor, the guard pointed to a corner location and let him inside. "I hope she's really surprised. Have fun!"

"Thank you," James said, closing the door after she left. He made note of how the door was locked and then, he began his work. He set up the tiny cameras in the living space, bedroom, focused on her bed, bathroom and kitchen. Checking the positioning of the lenses, he set them to record continuously, saving them directly to the hard drive of his computer. Once he was satisfied with the cameras, he did some snooping. He saw a file on the kitchen counter. D'Amato Adoption. He took a few pictures of the file, focusing on the email address. Pocketing his phone, he locked the door and slipped out of Bella's apartment. Moving quickly, he set up the receiver of the cameras in a hidden corner of the stairwell. He checked the feed once in the stairwell and again when he was down on the street. The cameras and tiny microphones were working perfectly. He prayed that this paid off. He needed something to bring down Bella.

She had to hurt as much as he did.

A/N: Yeah, James sucks. Tell me how much in a review! Hugs to all of you!