Dancing With the Enemy

Prologue

Prologue

You can see that I've been crying

Baby, you know all the right things to say

But do you honestly expect me to believe

We could ever be the same?

You say that the past is the past, you need one chance

It was a moment of weakness and you said, "Yes."

You should've said no,

You should've gone home,

You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go,

You should've known that word, of what you did with her,

Would get back to me (get back to me)

Yeah, I should've been there, in the back of your mind,

I shouldn't be asking myself why,

You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet,

You should've said no, baby, then you might still have me.

I can't resist

Before you go, tell me this:

Was it worth it?

Was she worth this?

No... no, no, no...

You should've said no,

You should've gone home,

You should've thought twice 'fore you let it all go,

You should've known that word, of what you did with her,

Would get back to me (get back to me)

Yeah, I should've been there, in the back of your mind,

I shouldn't be asking myself why,

You shouldn't be begging for forgiveness at my feet,

You should've said no, baby, then you might still have me.

Should've Said No ~ Taylor Swift

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Warning!

Rated R for lemons, smut and strong language. Do not read if you are uncomfortable with this kind of thing, and certainly do not read if you are under sixteen. This is not a book filled with mindless sex, and does not contain it every chapter. Just be warned.

A/N

I've had a case of sever writer's block, so I decided to write a short-story, which will be under fifteen chapters, of something that came to me quite suddenly. This will be the first time I've ever written a story containing full lemons. Usually I just write a bit of a lemon, or half of a lemon. Any advice would be appreciated. I should warn you that this book will be filled with naughty bits of both the cheeky, erotic kind, and of the bad, slightly evil kind...

I hope you enjoy it regardless!

Sally xX

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I smiled softly to myself as I walked across the campus from my last class of the day to the small house Edward and I shared. I'd loved him all through high school, and my love for the God-like man who cared for me so had only grown since he'd asked me to marry him six months ago.

I pushed open the door to our pretty little house, expecting to find Edward in the living room. He finished classes an hour before I did on Fridays, and was almost always home by the time I got there. I frowned when I didn't see him, and called out. Nothing. I searched the house for notes, and checked my phone for texts. Weird.