The One That Got Away

Chapter Seventeen

For those of you who read the Get Your Southern On contest entries, this is my contribution. I am tickled at the results ... first place in public vote and third place for the judge's choice. I've decided to break this up into smaller, drabblish chapters and it will be continued. The contest contribution is the first six or so chapters, roughly. I don't know how long it will be, but I do have it planned. Thank you to Bridget for betaing this for me and for Clo, who created the banner.

Thank you for those of you who have read this! I hope you continue to do so! Without further ado ...

This is the beginning of the extension of the original contest entry. ALL NEW! Thank you for sticking with me and I hope you enjoy this! Up next will be some drama.

To: Tanya Denali-Cullen

From: Lauren Mallory

Date: February 16th, 2016

Re: Reunion

Hey Tanya,

I hope you're enjoying Barbados with Reynold. That was probably more exciting than the high school reunion. Talk about a dud. Only half of the people who said they were going to come showed up. The ones that did come were LAAAAAME! All of the nerds came and it was so boring. I had to talk to Eric Yorkie all night.

The dude's face has not cleared up. At all. We're pushing thirty and you still have a pizza face? Yuck.

Anyway, some high points were mainly at the basketball game. I ran into Tyler Crowley, who couldn't come to the reunion itself. We exchanged numbers and perhaps something will come of that. You fucked him, right? Is he good in bed? Also, the administration loved our class gift that we purchased, though it was anticlimactic since the presentation would have been better on the football field.

Stupid hurricane, ruining all our fun.

Oh! And I saved the best for last. Your ex-husband was there. Why did you dump him? Edward Cullen is one fine piece of ass. That jaw, those lips, his eyes. Hmmmm, I would have sidled up to him if it weren't for Smella Swan. She was all over him like a cheap suit. Edward and Smella? That is a match made in hell. What does he see in her? She's ugly, plain and probably still smells. And from what I could see, they were too busy sucking face to enjoy the actual reunion. I think they even fucked each other! Bella pulled out a hotel key from Edward's pocket and they left, going into the hotel.

I'm sorry about the abysmal news. Call me when you get back to Tampa. I feel like we need to have skinny margaritas and have an old-fashion bitch fest.

Don't break Reynold ... he's older than dirt and you need him for his money. Give him my love and if you want to get me a present, I'm a size two and like sparkly things.

Beverly Hills Kisses,

Lauren

Tanya glared at her laptop, her lips pursed and her hands clenched in tight fists. She was still in the lap of luxury in Barbados with her older lover, Reynold. She should be happy. She had a man who gave her everything she wanted, desired. She had more jewelry than she could ever need. Her closet was overflowing with designer dresses, skirts, jeans, tops and whatever else she wanted. Reynold payed for her breast implants, Botox injections, tummy tuck, liposuction and entire beauty regimen. What more could she ask for?

For my husband to be miserable.

Wait, he wasn't her husband anymore. That was Tanya's mistake. She divorced him after they moved back to Tampa, relinquishing her parental rights to those two snot-nosed brats. However, she thought that if she got pregnant, she could get some of the Cullen money. That's why she poked holes in all of the condoms that Edward had. She knew that he didn't trust her and was only with her because it was comfortable.

So, Tanya got pregnant. With twins.

At first, she wasn't sure if the babies were Edward's. She had been fucking around on him for at least a year. But, Edward, being the gallant one, proposed marriage with a dinky, pitiful ring and forced her to sign a prenup. After a quickie wedding, they moved into a tiny house together. Tanya dropped out of college while Edward continued his studies to become a doctor.

After the babies were born, Tanya knew that they were definitely Edward's. The boy looked almost exactly like her husband. The girl took after Tanya. She tried to love them, but when Edward asked for a paternity test, she knew that her plan was unraveling. It wasn't until the twins were two years old and Edward nearly collapsed in exhaustion that she finally got some relief from Carlisle and Esme. She knew that Edward's parents hated her. She didn't care. With free babysitting, Tanya began looking for a way to get out of the situation.

Yes, Edward was handsome, charming and sweet. He was so vanilla. When they had sex, it was all about making love and showering her with affection. Tanya wanted variety. She wanted kink. She did not want a lifetime of missionary position sex and a bland existence. She started looking for her kink elsewhere.

The straw that broke camel's back was when Edward said he was matched to do his residency in Tampa. Tanya was livid. All she wanted was out of that horrific city. She deserved to live in New York or Los Angeles, not Tampa. So, she said she wanted a divorce and her parental rights removed from those brats. Edward acknowledged it and he made preparations to move to Tampa, calling his attorney.

Things got ugly at the proceedings when Tanya demanded alimony. That dreaded prenup was brought into play. There was an infidelity clause. Edward, apparently, did not trust Tanya and had her trailed. Pictures of her in various compromising positions were shown to the judge. Her request for alimony was denied and all of the money was cut off from Tanya, along with her parental responsibilities.

Now, Bella Swan swooped in, trying to take what was Tanya's in the first place. That was not going to happen. Edward, while an ass, deserved someone more poised that Smella Swan. She was a mousy thing with no tits and a fat ass. And what does she know about being a mother. Her own mother abandoned her. Tanya had come up with something to get that disgusting loser away from her husband.

Ex-husband!

Blowing out a breath, she walked out to the private pool that was attached to their large villa in Barbados. Tanya, removed her scanty bikini and climbed onto Reynold's lap. "Baby, I need a favor from you," she purred, taking his hands putting them on her breasts.

"Anything for you, my love," he croaked, his palms squeezing her tits.

"There's someone who is hurting my children," Tanya said. Reynold knew that she had had kids. She had a C-section scar on her tummy. "I need you to hire Rocco to get proof."

"I'll call him once we're done," he said, grinning excitedly. "How am I to deny this beauty on my lap, naked and needy?"

"Then take me, Reynold," she breathed, kissing his thin, fish lips and trying not to gag.

A/N: Raise your hand if you think Tanya's a bitch! *Me! Me!* She really is a piece of work. Oh, and pictures Pamela Anderson with her body, but with Scarlett Johannsson as her head. Pictures of Tanya, her 'lover' Reynold, and their Barbados villa are on my blog. The link for that is on my profile. You can also find me on Facebook: Tufano79's Twilight Fanfiction Appreciation. I'm also on twitter: tufano79. Leave me some