Yoda note:

I would just like to thank you all for the support and love that was given for the first chapter. I didn't think the idea for the story would get as much attention but it did so TY TY TY! You PAILY lovers and readers are amazing! Special THX to those that followed/faved, and the review *smoochies*.

I will be writing as I go. So when I need to vent and get feelings out by writing this is how I will. It's a wonderful out and I would suggest all try it someday. You may not know WTF you are doing but I think it doesn't matter and you should if it tickles you to do so.

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Cheers and enjoy everyone! Here is chapter 2 for your reading pleasure or not ;-)

Chapter 2: Revelations

My eyes grow wide as I look at the email on my Iphone (yes I need to switch), because the authors name is Paige and my name is Emily. I stare blankly at the phone not knowing how to move forward as a voice I know like the back of my hand snaps me back to reality.

"Good morning babe." My girlfriend of five years says as I flinch and tuck my phone away. 'Why the fuck did I just do that?' I think to myself and start to fidget and rustle the papers on the kitchen table. She is back from working out of town.

"Uhh, good morning Kris." I say and automatically know that I have just fucked up.

"Kris? Are we going by a first name basis now Emily?" I look up into her bright blue eyes and know that I have hurt her, which was not my intention.

"No, no. You just surprised me, because I didn't expect you back so soon." I move forward to hug and give her a kiss that she gladly reciprocates by deepening it. Her long wavy blonde hair is falling over my face and I feel her hands starting to grasp at my waist. The hem of my shirt slowly rising over my abdomen and I know that I have to stop it. I break away from her catching my breath wondering why I just did, and slightly pull back looking up at her.

"I have to go if I want to make it to the office on time." I say wondering what in the actual fuck is wrong with me. "We both know that I won't make it if this continues." I breathe out as I try to convince us both.

"I know, but you are the boss, so you can be late. I have missed you and I want to show you how much." Her tone is playful and her eyes are wanting. I almost give into her but I have a huge presentation and know that I can't miss it.

"I really wish I could, but I have to be there today. Get some rest and enjoy your time home." I say knowing that I am just using work to get out of this situation. 'Damn what is wrong with me? Here is my girlfriend throwing herself at me and all I want to do is get away. I am such a douchebag.' I think as I move my eyes away from her gaze hoping that they don't reveal my true thoughts.

"Ok Emily. Go be all bossy because that shit is hot, but tonight you are mine." She conveys as her hands leave my skin, and I couldn't be happier to get out. I give a quaint smile and nervously grab my shit to head out the door. Enjoying the brisk air as I breathe it in.

You are probably wondering at this moment what the fuck is wrong with me, and I should tell you. Kris hasn't been the most faithful girlfriend in our five long years together. She has misplaced her priorities and my trust time and time again. I have forgiven her for past transgressions but I haven't forgotten and here lately I am realizing that I just don't have time for it anymore. I am a beautiful woman that needs love, affection, small touches, skin on skin (yeah she doesn't like that) and know that I am worth it. I want the love notes that are left on the fridge, the early morning texts, feel of my girls' chest on my back as I am cooking, the slow dancing (to the BAND-AID tune if need be…LEMME give you a clue in case you don't know it. "I am stuck on band-aid brand cause band-aid stuck on me." Yes you are welcome!) when it is just us alone at home, the finishing of sentences, the "GET THE FUCK OUT OF MY HEAD." moments or even the joy of laughing out loud over some stupid random thing. I crave this sort of goofy shit and I miss it. These are the things that are missing and should be in a loving relationship of five years. It shouldn't be all about fighting and fucking after said fight. I want to end it and I should do it sooner rather than later, but you know lesbians. We are not ones to give up so easily. Anyway, back to the story. Just thought I should give you some sort of insight as to why I am feeling this way.

I get to the office trying to push back the thoughts that I have been thinking about while on the drive there. I walk in knowing that I am a bit late and see the faces of my co-workers staring back at me with worry. You see this presentation is a huge deal for our small company. They aren't just my employees.. they are my family, the drive and force behind me.

"I know, I know, I am here now…stop worrying. Are the clients here?" I say trying to ease them off the cliff they are trying to fall off of.

"Yes Emily, uhh… I mean Ms. Fields. They are in the conference room and are ready for you." The young tall girl says bashfully averting her eyes from mine while taking my coat and handing me a thick folder.

"Thank you Kenzie and you can still call me Emily." I whisper to her giggling at how shy the girl can be.

I look to my team and give them a wink and huge smile trying to ease their worries . This is the day our small accounting firm breaks into the big bad world of finance and I will not let them all down. I straighten my jacket, poke out my chest and walk into my future.

"Good morning ladies and gentleman, please excuse my tardiness. Life happens as you all know, but I can assure you that it will only get better from this moment on. We are all only here for the formality, and I want to get you all back on the golf course. I am sure the men would like to win back their money from the beautiful ladies in the room so lets' all get to it shall we." I convey with the sternest yet light hearted voice I have, secretly dying inside. I can feel the sweat start to form under my Victoria Secret form fitting bra (yea I don't mind looking at the commercials, but fuck this thing) so I need to get this done as soon as possible.

"Good morning Ms. Fields, and yes the men do need to win back their money, so let us not try to keep them from it any longer. My name Is Paige McCullers and I am representing Cain and Halo Incorporated today in our future endeavors with Fields Accounting firm." She says with a cocky yet adorable voice.

She is about 5'8, deep dark brown eyes, long brown hair and built like a brick shit house. My eyes are starting from the top of her head of locks, her big brown eyes with eyebrows that are sculpted and trimmed, her petite nose, to that mouth I just want to fuck. 'WAIT… WHAT THE FUCK?' I think hoping that I just didn't say that out loud.

The room starts to get all kinds of warm and I feel the sweat pouring down my back. This is the second time today that the name PAIGE has seeped its way into my life, and I am remembering the story that I read that night. I keep staring at the gorgeous woman in front of me and I can't even form a coherent fucking thought.