Chapter 1
Joanne stormed into the apartment ahead of Maureen, angry as hell at the diva. When she passed the threshold she slammed the door shut knowing Maureen was right behind her.
"What the fuck Joanne!" Maureen shouted as the door came in contact with her shoulder, hitting her hard. "Just because you're mad at me, doesn't give you the right to hurt me!" she yelled while rubbing her injured arm.
"I can't take it anymore Maureen!" Joanne began, not at all caring that she physically hurt the drama queen. "We fight about this at least twice a month! All you fucking do is flirt in front of me! Do you even care how that makes me feel?!"
"I wasn't flirting…I was just talking." Maureen said trying to remain calm.
"You got a number!" Joanne said.
"She owns a business…it was her business card."
"You grabbed her ass!" Joanne argued. "And not in an innocent way…I seen your hand…it was fully grasping!"
"I got you a free drink didn't I?" Maureen joked trying to lighten the mood.
Joanne scowled before heading into the bedroom, furiously ripping her clothes off so she could change for bed.
"Pookie come on!" Maureen whined while following her. "You can't get mad at me every time I talk to someone…do you want me to become a mute and only talk to you from now on?"
"No I want you to grow up and learn who your girlfriend is." Joanne responded. "You're always touching people in flirty ways…it hurts me to see you act like that with other people." Tears started trickling down Joanne's face, her eyes on the ground. "Once you're in a relationship you're only supposed to do those things with your girlfriend…"
"Joanne please don't cry…" Maureen said while walking over to wipe the tears from her cheeks, before pulling her into a hug. They stayed hugging for a while until Maureen spoke up again. "Plus…I do things with you that I'd never do with anyone else. You're lucky Joanne…I come home with you every night not them. I'm in your bed rolling around in the sheets with you."
"I'm lucky?" Joanne asked with a raised eyebrow, her arms pushing the diva away. "Well you know what…tonight isn't your lucky night! You're not sleeping in the bed with me!"
"Pookie come on…I didn't mean to say it like that!"
Joanne grabbed a pillow and blanket before heading out into the living room. "No, no…you made everything clear, I'm lucky to have you, people would kill to fill in my shoes right? Well you know what Maureen people would kill to fill yours too…so fuck you, you can sleep on the couch tonight!"
"Joanne!" Maureen protested. "I want to sleep with you!"
"Put a picture of me beside your head then." Joanne said before storming back into the bedroom, the door slamming shut.
"You're such a bitch you know that!" Maureen yelled before stomping over to the couch and flopping down.
The next day Joanne snuck out of the house for work, trying to be as careful as she could to not wake Maureen. She was still pissed about the night before and didn't want to deal with the drama queen right now.
Joanne bitterly worked through her work day, the signs that she was angry showing as the day went on. By the end of the day her secretary walked in, a look of concern playing on her face.
"Ms Jefferson?" She asked.
"What?!" Joanne sulkily asked.
The secretary flinched. "Uh sorry…but it's time to go, you can go home now…"
Joanne sighed, her eyes shifting from her work to make eye contact with the twenty five year old brunette. "Sorry…it's been a rough day. And I'm not ready to go home yet…you can go though if you'd like."
The girl nodded, but instead of leaving she walked forward and awkwardly stood in front of Joanne's desk. "Do you want to talk about it? I know it's not about work, I could tell you were upset the moment you arrived this morning. Unless it's personal…then I can just go…"
"It's just Maureen." Joanne said feeling like she needed to get this off of her chest. "All she does is flirt in front of me; does it mean she doesn't love me?"
"Maybe you guys need a break…"
"A break?" Joanne questioned.
"Yeah…" the tall brunette said while walking behind Joanne, her hands resting on the lawyer's shoulders causing Joanne to slightly jump. "She always seems to be making you upset, and now you're all tense…" She softly said before she began to massage Joanne's shoulders. "I bet she doesn't even take the time to pamper you…"
"Jenna I don't think…ooh right there." Joanne sighed as the younger girl kneaded at a knot in her shoulder blade.
Jenna giggled as she leaned down, her lips only inches away from Joanne's ear. "Want to see what else I can do?"
Joanne quickly pulled away, her head shaking. "No, um no…I love Maureen I can't do that to her…"
"Why she flirts in front of you all the time, who's to say she isn't cheating on you right now…" Jenna said with a sly smirk as she pushed Joanne up against her desk, her lips only inches away from her own lips. "You're a hot lawyer Joanne…you could do way better than Maureen…"
Joanne had no idea what had come over her, the only thing that filled her mind was of Maureen flirting, and accepting numbers. Then the fact that she cheated on Mark with her, which didn't give her any doubt that it was possible for Maureen to cheat on her as well, and then before Joanne knew it, she was naked on her desk with another woman on top of her…someone other than Maureen!
Joanne knew this was wrong, this is what she yelled at Maureen for doing…except all Maureen did was flirt, what Joanne was doing was far more worse, but the lawyer couldn't seem to stop, once she started, her kisses moved from Jenna's lips and down the girls shapely body…Joanne Jefferson was cheating!
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Dun, dun, dun! And the MoJo drama begins...
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