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Chapter 2
Santana Lopez had done everything she was supposed to do. She study hard in high school and graduated at the top her class. She then got accepted and attended NYU where she studied law graduating summa cum laude. She then worked her way up at the best firm in the state before becoming junior partner at the tender age of twenty-five.
She succeeded in her professional life just as she did in her personal one. She married the girl next door living the perfect semi-suburban lifestyle with the model wife, house, car, and job.
She was supposed to be happy. She was supposed to wake up with a smile on her face and come home with an even bigger one. She had everything she ever wanted and dreamed about, but it was never enough.
No matter how many successful cases, or how many cars, or vacation homes she had it was never enough. She would wake up to her model wife dreading what was to come next. She would come home to her perfect five million dollar condo and still feel empty.
She was no longer satisfied with the perfect life. Sure she loved her job and was passionate about every case that crossed her desk. Sure she smiled whenever she got complimented for her Aston Martin or any of her other sports cars, but that smile never stayed. It only last a few seconds maybe a couple of minutes until it disappeared waiting to make its appearance the next time.
To others it may have seemed like she had the perfect life. After all she had a beautiful ex-model for a wife, an expensive condo, cars to rival some of the best collectors out their, and a bank full of cash.
But to her it meant nothing. After a few years living this great 'life' it started to lose its appeal. As a poor kid she had dreamt of being rich and having all the money in the world, and now she dreamt of being poor because at least as kid she was happy.
She envied the people who struggled because they were the ones who laughed the loudest or smiled the most. She wanted to be one of those people who got joy and pleasure from the simplest things in life instead of some rich lawyer that scowled whenever she saw her bank account.
She never believed it to now, but being rich wasn't all that was cracked up to be. She thought that when she was rich she would be happier and have all the friends in the world, but she was quite wrong.
Having millions made it hard for people to understand and like you. Having millions meant that people you didn't even know would hate you. Having millions meant that people would act like your friends, but when it came down to it they only cared about what they could get out of you. Having millions did not guarantee her happiness.
Until she met Brittany.
Brittany had made her happier than anything and anyone in the world ever did. It was much easier to wake up in the morning after the blonde was hired.
Whenever she talked to Brittany or was even around her she couldn't help but smile. It was like her mouth refused to close whenever she saw those beautiful golden locks. She could sit there and stare at the angelic women for years and would probably never stop smiling. She should know she had been doing it for a year and she still smiled like it was the first time she met her.
The blonde had lifted her spirits. She found herself smiling more, laughing more, and just being plain old happy. Something she wasn't for the longest of times. Brittany had changed her whole life and the girl didn't even know it.
So she started to ask their girl out on lunch and taking her all around town. Some probably saw as her trying to get in the women's pants, but she honestly wasn't trying to do that…at the time. She was trying to thank the blonde for making her life better in the best way she possibly could. By showering her with gifts.
The two grew closer each and every day and Santana had to admit that seeing the blonde quickly became her favorite thing to do in the day. It wasn't long before they became best friends and had the whole office buzzing about what could really be going on.
They would go out after work to eat or hang out on the weekends doing some shopping or going to see a show. They would call each other talking on the phone till the early morning never getting enough of each other. Brittany was Santana's addiction. She was addicted to what they girl made her feel. Happy.
So soon their relationship crossed to another level. They became lovers as well as friends after an intense kissed both them shared when they had to work late for a case. It was the best kiss Santana ever had and after that day she quickly became addicted to the blondes lips as well.
Santana had never experienced or felt so much passion with someone not even in her years of marriage. Brittany could set her whole body, mind, and soul on fire with just one look. She didn't need an expert to tell her she was hopelessly in love with the women because she had told herself that the first time they had sex.
She, Santana Lopez was in love with her assistant Brittany Pierce.
But she was also married.
That was the part that hurt her the most. She loved her wife, but she wasn't in love with her. If she was honest with herself she would have figured that out years before she even proposed or said I do.
She had the perfect wife. They had met on the first day of campus and seemed to have fallen in love months later. Her wife had done everything for her…in the beginning.
Quinn Fabray had attended NYU for her own law degree although she quickly dropped out of college once she realize that she could make more money as a model then she could as a freshman in college.
So that's what she did. She modeled for all types of companies and designers quickly making a name for her in the fashion industry. She was seen as a young girl who was a natural when it came to walking down the runway or posing in front of a camera. It also didn't hurt that she had an upcoming lawyer who was also making a name for herself as her partner.
While Quinn modeled and flew all around the world. Santana stayed at home studying every day to make sure she graduated at the top her class and got into the best law school she possibly could. Which she did.
Once that happened Quinn had said that it was time for them to get married. So they did just that. They threw a huge ceremony and reception with some of the biggest names in the entertainment industry as guest.
They went on the dream honeymoon were they spent hours making love on the beach or in the hotel. Buying a condo together as soon as they got back were for the almost decade they had lived happily married.
Although in reality it wasn't that happy; well at least to Santana it wasn't. Once Quinn had stopped her modeling the blonde depended on her to pay all the bills and supply the girl with thousand dollar shopping trips. Which she did, even if she never got anything in return from it.
Santana was the breadwinner while Quinn shopped with her friends, went on spa retreats, traveled to Milan and Paris for a new outfit or show, bragged to all the country club women about how rich she was and more. The blonde no longer cared about her wife, but only what her wife could give her.
So Santana did just that. She continued to work hard wanting to make sure the girl had everything and anything she wanted, but she also wanted to know that she mattered. Quinn was so busy with her life that she no longer even bothered to ask about the Latinas.
They hardly came across one another because the blonde was always jet-setting across the globe and the Latina was working to make sure they didn't go broke why she did so. So Santana started to feel neglected and even though they continued to have sex it was like a chore to her.
They would have sex and once that was over with Quinn would ask for more money so she could go shopping or head to Milan for fashion week, and Santana would give it to her.
So yeah she was wrong for having a relationship with her assistant, but it was the only relationship she had. Her wife no longer cared for her and only cared for her money so she didn't feel bad for seeking out someone who did care about her needs and wants and would try everything to fulfill them.
Brittany would cook her dinner because she knew how the women worked late. She asks her about her day even if she was there and knew how it went. She would sneak inside her house and cook her a nice home cooked meal nearly every night knowing if she didn't than Santana would have to rely on TV dinners or takeout. She would travel across town every day to make her breakfast and if she couldn't do that she would have breakfast ready when Santana entered her office.
Brittany had done more for her then her wife had ever done and probably would ever do, and did so without asking for a penny.
Brittany made sure that Santana was happy and if she wasn't would do anything to make her happy.
Her wife couldn't even remember her birthday or their anniversary, but Brittany could. The women wouldn't hesitate to tell you when Santana's birthday was and then tell you what gifts you should buy for her.
To Santana, Brittany was her wife and she would never feel guilty for loving the girl or sleeping with her, because she loved the women and nothing could ever be wrong when it came to love.
"Oh good your here" Quinn said barging in her wife's office. Santana sighed seeing the basic disregard for her private space. Brittany would have never done that if she was here. The women would knock three times before asking if it was okay to come in.
"Hi honey" Santana said watching her 'perfect' wife strut to her desk. She scowled seeing the blondes face pulled tight which was an obvious sign that she just got back from her weekly Botox appointment.
Santana never could understand why her wife felt the need to inject herself with that poison. Quinn was a beautiful woman and was only growing beautiful by the days, but for some reason she didn't believe it.
The blonde women was obsessed with being perfect and would have a panic attack if one hair on her head was out of place or god forbid gray.
That was the one thing she loved about Brittany. The girl could look beautiful in anything whether jeans, sweats, and she weren't obsessed with her appearance. Sure she liked to get dress up just as the next person, but she also enjoyed walking around in sweats in a t-shirt. Quinn could never do that. She would be too worried that someone might see her even if Santana was the only one around.
"I need some cash" Quinn informed though it didn't surprise the Latina. Lately Quinn's spending habits had gotten out of control and Santana had to put the girl on an allowance. It may have sound ridiculous especially when you were a thirty something year old women to put your wife on allowance, but when your wife had a habit of spending hundred of thousands of dollars each month and sometimes more you have no choice.
"I gave you money two weeks ago" Santana sighed sitting back in her chair. Her and her accountants had agreed that Quinn was no longer allowed to have any control over the financial side of their marriage. Which was funny seeing as money was the only side left to their marriage.
"Well I need some more" Her wife scoffed her hand on her hip.
"We talked about this Quinn" Santana sighed wondering what Brittany was doing. She had let the blonde leave early so she could get ready for their date tonight. She had planned to leave in the next hour once she finished over viewing a case, but it didn't look like that was going to happen with her wife standing in front of her.
Quinn had a habit of throwing temper tantrums whenever she didn't get her way and sometimes those could last an hour or a week. Sooner or later she would just give in tired of hearing the blondes whining and complaining.
"The girls are going to Milan, and I want to go Ana" Quinn pouted.
Santana couldn't hide the wince that showed up on her face from the blonde's nickname. Her parents were the only ones that called her Ana and she didn't like it when Quinn did it. Mainly because the blonde didn't say it with love or care that she was so used to hearing whenever her parents did. Instead it just came out as an annoying whine used to get whatever she wanted.
"Today?" Santana question her ears perking up. Usually Quinn's trips lasted well over a week so if she was to leave the country then Santana could spend all the time she wanted with Brittany instead of the weekend like she planned to.
"Yes!" Quinn exclaimed her annoyance level rising. "Now can I have some money?" She asked.
"Anything for you babe" Santana smirked immediately getting on the phone and calling her bank to transfer twenty thousand dollars to Quinn's card. The blonde usually only got ten thousand, but she wanted to give the girl a little extra hoping that will have her in Milan for longer than a week.
"How much did you give me?" Quinn asked once her wife got off the phone.
"Twenty grand" Santana informed rolling her eyes when she was met with a loud squeal.
"Thank you baby" Quinn grinned kissing Santana's lips. "I got to go" she added strutting out the room her phone connected to her ear talking to her friend about their trip.
"No, thank you" Santana smiled watching her wife go. She closed the case and placed it in her top drawer. "Alice!" she yelled out. Screw reading over cases. She was the best lawyer and the state and had all the time to do so.
"Yes Mrs. Lopez" Alice her second assistant said as she hurriedly made her way through the office. She was actually Santana's first assistant before she got pregnant and had to go on leave which is actually lead to the Latinas string of assistants before she found Brittany. Now that her baby was a year and half old she just worked as a second assistant splitting the work between her and Brittany and working whenever the blonde was on vacation or on break.
"I'm taking next week off" Santana smiled grabbing her suitcase and jacket. "So is Brittany" she informed causing Alice to smile as well.
Alice had been working for Santana for three years and knew how unhappy she was. She also knew how much of a bitch Santana's wife was and was happy that her boss finally found someone to love.
She normally didn't condone cheating, but the two were so perfect together that it was hard to hate them. Besides Brittany made her boss happy which made life easier for everybody in the office.
"Alright" Alice nodded. "Oh and the room is booked and ready" she informed
"Thank you Alice" Santana smiled putting on her coat. She wanted this night to be perfect and for that to happen everything had to go off without a hitch.
"You welcome" Alice replied following her boss out of the office. "Oh and congratulations" she smiled winking at the Latina. Santana nodded as she locked up her office.
When Alice first found out about her affair with Brittany she thought the first thing she would do was tell her off and then tell her wife. After all it was kind of hard to explain why your boss had her pants and boxers on the floor as her blonde assistant rode her dick, but the women was surprisingly calm about it.
All she did was tell Santana that she was happy for her and also lectured her about the dangers of having sex in the office during work hours, but other than that she was fine. In fact she was probably more happy than Santana was about it.
"I don't want take any calls or clients until we come back in" Santana said as she walked away from her doors.
"You got it boss!" Alice called out. "That blonde is in for a hell of a good time" she mumbled sitting back down on her desk. She still had a job to do even if her boss was out fucking her co-worker.
Sorry about the late update, but I've been busy working and getting all my college stuff in. I had this written last week but I had to go to the hospital where I spent the next week at. But I'm okay, and from what my doctors say I better than ever.
I hoped you enjoyed it! Please review and tell me your thoughts!