Okay so I know it's been well over a year since I originally posted. Whoops. But here is the next chapter. Hope you enjoy, keep leaving comments. Cheers.

Alex popped open yet another bottle of champagne, dragging her tongue along the length of the bottle to lick up some of the overflow. She looked so damn sexy. I loved it when she put her hair up like that, like a vintage pinup model . How the fuck did I get so lucky?

"Ooh that's good," I said, licking a little champagne off my own hand as she poured me a glass. The party had been going for a while and my words were kind of slurred.

"It's a party," Alex said, holding out the glass. I took it and looked around. Alex's huge apartment was buzzing with party guests, mostly people I didn't know, though Polly was in there somewhere. The richly decorated room and mood lighting made me feel kind of fancy.

"I feel like I'm… playing house," I grinned, raising my expensive champagne. Alex giggled, but not in a 'cutesy' way. She had a deeper, sexier voice. Somehow even her laughing turned me on.

"Wanna play Doctor instead?" she flirted, pouring herself a glass and raising a brow. I opened my mouth to flirt back – Alex, you can be my sexy doctor any day – when I heard Polly's voice from behind me.

"This place is insane!" she shouted, kind of ruining the moment. It was her first time there and indeed her first time meeting Alex. Though we were best friends I kind of had the feeling the two wouldn't get along that well. And I'd been right.

"Cheers," Alex said, clinking the bottle with my glass. She passed the filled glass to Polly with a non-committal "Great to meet you Holly."

"It's Polly, actually," Polly corrected. She glanced at me, radiating annoyance.

"Right," Alex took another swig from the bottle and smirked. "Polly Habby." Even though I knew she was kind of being a bitch, I couldn't bring myself to care all that much. So Polly hated her, so what? Alex was what I wanted, what I craved. Inviting Polly had been a bad idea, I decided.

"Would you excuse me for a minute?" Alex asked, kissing me gently on the cheek. Her long hair tickled my ear. "I have to go play hostess." She left and had to make up with Polly.

"She's better in smaller groups," I said.

"Think she'll remember my name then?" Urgh. She's definitely angry. I really couldn't be bothered with that crap, not when I was having such a good night.

"Are you being pissy because I'm seeing a woman?" I asked. I'd never penned Polly as the homophobic type but clearly she had some beef with my relationship with Alex.

"I'm being pissy" she said, "because you're seeing an asshole."

"I think you're over reacting a little bit," I said lightly "… Molly." Polly couldn't contain a smile. But she kept talking.

"There's a weird energy in here," she insisted, "not to mention she's loaded and she's like, what, thirty? Trust fund?"

"No, she imports… things." I tried to breeze past this particular topic. Alex was an importer, really. Of illegal drugs, sure, but Polly didn't need to know that. "I can't believe you're giving me shit for this! You dated your teacher ." I rushed on, eager to prevent Polly asking the obvious question about what Alex imported. I didn't matter to me. She'd promised I wouldn't have to do anything. Actually, I didn't even have to work. I was pretty much a trophy wife, except unmarried and probably less conventional.

"I came seven times last night," I bragged. It wasn't a lie. Alex was spectacular in bed. Polly might think that excessive but I loved it. How could I ever go back to guys? With them it was five minutes thrusting and zero satisfaction. I wondered if sex with any woman was as good as with Alex. Maybe she was just talented? Either way I could never get enough of her, no matter what other people thought.