Yaayyy! An update:)

Long time no stories, huh. Soweezzzyy0:)

I've been in more of a reading than writing mode as of late.

Current book: Lock and Key by Sarah Dessen. It's actually next to me right now:)

What book are you reading right now? And if you aren't reading one, I'd recommend the Blue Blood series. So. Effing. Good. It's about vampires, but it's not like Twilight at all. They're amazing, and I read a lot of books so I can say that lol

I was sifting through the papers on my desk, making it look like I was working on something important. Truth was, I finished my work an hour ago, but the longer I stayed in the office, the more I got paid.

I work as a paralegal for one of the top lawyers in the country, doing his dirty work so he can win the case. The guy was a complete jackass and the worst boss ever, but he was a very well respected - and not to mention good- lawyer. Plus, the pay is great, so why would I ever leave the job? Oh yeah, and I get revenge on him. How, might you ask? It's very simple, actually- I'm boning his precious son's wife.

I'll never forget the first day Miley walked into my office, looking for Jake's, but ending up in mine (Jake is my boss's son; therefore he was a complete asshole too. You had to do whatever he wanted because he could have you fired in the blink of an eye). I was 23, fresh out a college with my graduate's degree (hehe that rhymes), and new, so I worked my ass off to impress my boss and keep my job. However, as soon as I saw that sexy ass 24 year-old brunette in my office, that work ethic went out the window (along with her pants).

She had tried to come into the door as quietly as she could, but I heard her the moment the door knob turned. I watched as she cautiously shut the door and as she cringed when the door clicked shut. My eyes scanned her body: long legs- check- fine ass-check- big boobs-check- Damn, I remember thinking. I shook my head to clear my thoughts, and then chuckled at her antics, causing her to turn around swiftly. She was surprised at first, but her lips soon turned up into a smirk. She looked me up and down, licked her lips, winked, and said, "Well you're not my boyfriend." Next thing I know, she's under my desk giving me head while Jake's in the room next door waiting for her. All I remember thinking was, this girl is gorgeous, and she gives great head. Where the fuck has she been all my life? I found out two weeks later that her boyfriend was in fact my boss's son, which made sex with her all the much sweeter.

At first, she cheated on Jake with more than one person, but gradually, it became only me. We would lay with each other after sex, having long conversations about everything and nothing. I learned she was from a prestigious family back East and she'd been dating Jake ever since junior year at some fancy boarding school in Paris. She said their relationship was great at first, but as they got older, he became more involved in his job and less involved in her. She was often alone at her apartment for days on end, which lead her to start cheating on him. Once, I asked her why she just didn't break up with him if she was this unhappy; she told me she couldn't leave him, partly because she did still love him, but mostly because her father was ecstatic that Jake was her boyfriend. She spent her whole life trying to get her father's approval and she finally did; she wasn't going to disappoint him this time.

So, Miley stayed with Jake.

Even after we fell in love.

Even after he asked her to marry him.

Did I want to attend the wedding? Fuck no! Who wants to see the love of their life get married to someone else? I always knew they had sex (not nearly as much as we did, though;]), but just the thought of them going on a honey moon seemed so much more frightening. Just the confirmation and knowing that the act is actually happening scared me. I mean, what if after the wedding she decided she liked being married to Jake and didn't want to cheat on him anymore? What if she left me for him? I wanted her to leave him for me, not the other way around. Would I ever tell her that? Hell no. But it still worried me that one day she'd wake up and realize how much of a dork I really was and that she's much happier with Jake.

But she wanted me at the wedding, so I went. It was single handedly the hardest thing I have ever had to do, and the day of the wedding I was such a mess. She had showed up at my house the night before, and we spent the entire night switching off between crying together and having sex. I couldn't even make eye contact with her as she walked down the isle, searching for me in the crowd. Even after our night together, I still had my worries.

My worries were put to rest though, when, at the reception, she slipped a message into my hand when I was giving the "happy couple" their congratulations. I followed her instructions and when it was time, slipped into the room she had used to get changed into her wedding dress earlier. There she was, waiting for me in her wedding dress with two glasses of champagne in her hand and that sexy smirk she always wore just for me. Fucking her while she was still in her wedding dress made me feel a whole lot better, especially when she whispered that she loved me, and not him.

And now, 5 years later after the day she first gave me head under my desk, the love of my life was slipping into my office once more. She didn't make her entrance sexy at all, so I knew she was meeting Jake and just wanted to drop off a note. She left the door slightly ajar to erase any possible suspicion (not that there were any, we are very sneaky people) and approached my desk with a folder of papers.

"Hello, Mr. Gray," she winked and dropped the folder on my desk, "Jake needed to drop these off in your office, and since I was passing by, I took the liberty of dropping them off for him. Jake works so hard," she rolled her eyes, "so; the least I could do is run a few errands for him." She crossed her eyes and rolled her head, clearly showing how frustrated she was with him.

"Well thank you…Mrs. Ryan. How noble of you to be so…faithful to your husband. He is very lucky to have you." I kept a poker straight face in case anyone was watching me because my door was open.

Since her back was to the door, she bit her lip, winked at me, and mouthed 'I love you.'

She tapped the folder and said, "You best look this over, Mr. Gray." And with that, she turned around to leave my office. Not without "dropping a pen" at the entrance of the doorway, however. She bent down slowly, which gave me a perfect view of her ass that was looking mighty fine in that skin tight dress.

Oh how she loves to torture me.

She finally got up and left, closing the door behind me and winking at me through my office window. I chuckled and shook my head as she left, opening up the folder to see what was inside. I shuffled through the first few pages of information about some new court case; obviously she wouldn't put a note about an affair in the front, she's not stupid. One of the words caught my eye and I chuckled at the irony. She would put a note for me in a divorce court case focused on cheating. What a sly fox. About two thirds of the way through, I found what she wanted me to see. On an 8x11 piece of paper (so that it fit in with the rest of the information, duh), her scrambled handwriting wrote:

Dear Saint Nicholas (oh babe, we both know you're anything but;]),

Jake goes away next week for three days. Some golfing trip with his dad to Florida (insert eye roll here, babe). Your sexy face better help little old me with my laundry. I'm just a poor girl who doesn't know how to use a washer or dryer…I think you need to stay with me, it may take me a whiiile to be taught how to use one;). Jake leaves for the airport on Tuesday at 6pm, so you'll be here at 6:01, right;)? Stop fake working and actually do something, stud. I like me some diamonds on my fingers;)

Love,

Totally-Faithful-And-Not-Cheating-On-Her-Husband-With-One-Of-His-Mother-Fucking-Hot-Ass-Employees Miley:)

Oh, I will definitely over with some laundry detergent to help an innocent girl out.

I don't want to do my summer projects:( They're soo annoying. Stupid AP classes. Be Grr why did God curse me with such intellect?:P