CHAPTER ONE HUNDRED
EDWARD'S POV
"Edward! Is the offer for massage still on?" Roxanne yelled at me from the room, while I was in the kitchen doing the dishes.
"Yes," I yelled back, pausing the washing and feeling concentratedly tired. What was it that she couldn't let me rest? Was it a crime to impregnate someone? "Yes," my subconscious replied, reminding me of the heavy guilt I had almost forgotten to carry. The guilt of my sinful deceit; riding on Roxanne's loss of memory for self-gratification. I still felt pangs of guilt wash over me whenever I thought of the day I broke her virginity. If she had been in her right senses, maybe, just maybe she would have kicked against the intrusion. The thought of the different styles we displayed filled me with shame. How could I have been so heartless?
