Friends with Benefits

Chapter One Hundred Twenty-Nine

Things I own: my sanity (though, that's debatable at times), not enough time to write and incredible friends and family!!

Things I don't: Twilight, Edward and Bella (Damn. It.)

Chapter 129

EPOV

After two weeks, we had all of the plaintiff's statements and were ready to proceed with the case. I was at the courthouse, filing the paperwork against Paul, the head of the English Department, the president of the university and the head of the alumniboard to be served for a preliminary hearing at the end of August. I also was going to the police station near the campus of the school with Mrs. Martin so she could file a statutory rape charge after my time at the courthouse. I was acting as her attorney and representing Mr. and Mrs. Martin, Ethan and Giselle, posthumously.

Things at the courthouse went smoothly, but I knew they would. Filing summons and arranging for court time was not a big deal. I could do that in my sleep. However, the meeting at the police station was a bit more troublesome. The detective, who was older than dirt, said that if there was no victim, we couldn't press charges. Mrs. Martin was ready to give up but I found the commanding officer and explained the crimes to him. He took their statement, assigning a young female detective to work with us. She said that what Paul did was illegal and he will be paying for his crimes. I gave her all of the information that I had on Giselle's case along with the DNA test we ran on Ethan. We just needed Paul's DNA to prove that he was Paul's son.

The Martins left the police station feeling hopeful that Paul would be thrown into jail for a long time. Driving them to their hotel, I thanked them for coming up and I went home. Bella's school year was winding down. She was in the final week of instruction, preparing for finals. Once back at the apartment, I found Bella working on the kitchen table. She was typing furiously on her laptop. "What's up, love?"

"Revising a final," she said, wrinkling her nose. "Jasper and I were not pleased with the previous world history final, so we made notes on what we needed to change and what needed to stay. Unfortunately, the only copy we had was a photocopy. It was not on the shared drive of the school. I'm retyping it because Jas types with one finger." She held up her pointer finger, arching a brow.

"How did he type his papers for school?" I chuckled.

"He hired someone in undergrad. Alice helped him when he was getting his masters," Bella answered. "How was court?"

"Fine," I said, grabbing a water bottle from the fridge. "I filed paperwork for a new case that I'm working on. It's big. A sexualharassment case. A college professor was forcing his students into sexual relationships for higher grades. We've got fifty plaintiffs."

"What asshole would do that? Do they get off on some sort of power trip? That is disgusting," Bella spat, glaring at the computer. "What school?"

"UIUC," I answered. I gulped, knowing I could get disbarred for this. She had to know. "Bells, you know him."

Her fingers stilled on the computer. Her eyes widened after a few moments. She shot up and began pacing around the kitchen. "The only person that I know that works in UIUC is Paul. It can't be him," she whispered, wringing her hands. Shooting me a glare, she snarled. "I know you hated him, Edward, but to ruin him like this? That's unfathomable!"

"What?!" I barked. "Bella, he's screwing his students. The younger, the better! He even got a girl pregnant! Your ex-boyfriend has a son!"

"You're lying. Paul is a bit skeevy, but he would never do that," Bella snarled. "I'm shocked at you, Edward. Using your own influence to drum up this bull shit case against him!"

"God damn it!" I yelled, slamming my hand on the counter. "Paul was fucking around on you, for the entire time he was dating you. There are over fifty women who can testify that their grades were linked to their sexual prowess, spanning from 2010 until now. All of these victims were on scholarships and Paul was using sex to ensure he was getting his jollies off." I tossed a few photos onto the table from when he was with Bella. One of the girls had taken photos with her cell phone as Paul had fucked her. "Look at the date, Bella."

She narrowed her eyes before staring at the photo of Paul and some unnamed blonde. It was just prior to their breakup. "It could have been doctored."

"It's an original photo, Bella. We had our technology department verify it. Paul fucked around and fucked up. Why are you defending him? This man made you feel like shit for the entire time you were with him! I was there, ready to pick up the pieces each time you came home crying. You should be happy that he's going down like the ball licker that he is!" I screamed.

"Why? Why did you feel it necessary to do this?!" Bella screamed back. "Why bring this asshole up? We were happy! I was happy! Knowing this definitely does NOT make me fucking happy!"

I saw red. She didn't understand the scope of why I was doing this. "I did this because I love you, Bella! This MONSTER ruined more than just your life. Because of his inability to keep his tiny, miniscule cock in his pants, an eighteen year old girl killed herself. Because of his inability to fuck anything with tits, he gave thirty girls STDs, some of them are now sterile because the STDs went untreated. He needs to pay for what he did, Bella. He needs to pay for hurting you, for hurting them, foreverything..." I trailed off, feeling like an asshole. "Someone needed to be your white knight. I did it because I love you..." Thrusting my hands into my hair, I swiped my keys and stormed out of the house. I drove without any sort of plan.

Eventually, I found myself in front of Trump Tower, where Emmett lived. I flashed my visitor's pass and drove through the huge parking garage, parking my Volvo next to Emmett's massive SUV.

I was pissed off at Bella.

Pissed off at myself.

Pissed off at Paul.

I was pissed.

I needed to talk to my older brother, take a step back. Riding up the elevator, I nervously twisted my watch and tried to calm down. Knocking on the door, Emmett wrenched it open. He looked disheveled. "What?" he greeted me.

"I need to talk, Emmett," I said, biting my lip.

"I'm kind of busy, Ed. On a date," he smirked, waggling his brows.

"Please, Emmett? You're the only one I can turn to," I pleaded. My brother sighed, letting me into his condo. I slipped off my suit coat and walked into the living room. Sitting on the couch was a blast from my past. "Angela?"

A/N: Yes, he said he loved her. In the middle of a fight. So, who's wrong? Edward or Bella? I'm curious. Leave me some!