Hey guys, I hope your Thanksgiving went well. Mine was awesome, family, food, more food, and leftovers! I love the holidays. Just thought I should tell you, I got a puppy. Her name is Buffy, after my favorite female hero, Buffy the Vampire Slayer. I also got a more stable job, I'm a loan auditor… the irony. Well so far so good most of my student loans are back on track no more harassing phone calls. Being without a job for three months is tough. It's taken me two months just to get partially back up to speed.

I love reading all of the reviews. I'm trying to shape Troy into some one more likeable, trying to mold Gabriella to be this secret baring innocent woman. This story as been the most ever changing story I've ever written. LoL SERIOUSLY the original Idea for this was that Troy brought a farm and had to marry Gabriella to keep it. … The story went a long way from there huh? I think I've re written this one more times than Double The Trouble or How I Met My Father. However I did get a new idea for the next story and … wait for it …there's going to be porn stars! LoL I want to call it porn-struck because the idea came to me listening to Taylor swift's Enchanted and I was lingering on Wonderstruck … I know my mind makes leap an bounds the size of the grand canyon. Any who, life is picking up and I just wanted to chime you all in on it because you guys are like … the best readers ever who allow me to write and inspire me to keep going. I love you guys.

*War Eagle Gurl – I'm going to read your story today I'm looking forward to it. I read a little last night but then Buffy decided it was play time and not quite time.

Happy reading everyone!

The week continued she busied herself with the make a wish foundations and the hospital visiting the children when she could and helping out by reading stories or arts and crafts. She admitted defeat to Antony who was all too pleased with himself when he appeared at the hospital to make his own rounds and donations. "So anything good headlines lately?" he asked.

"How dare you," Gabriella whisper, "You had no right to do that to my marriage."

"If you want to call it that," Antony slipped his hands in his pocket. "Just remember who you're working for."

Gabriella watched with anger as he disappeared into one of the rooms. It was the last she seen of him but not the last she heard. He was asking for the tax plan, and out of fear about what he might do she attempted to get to them, but Troy was always in the office.

When she'd come home his office door was locked. She's make dinner and find it untouched the next morning. It was as if that intimate night between them never happened. Sometimes when he wasn't home she walk by his room and feel tingles as her eyes would glimpse of the vanity mirror. Lady was getting more and more accustom to being around the house, to interacting with patients at the hospital. They were quite a pair her and Gabriella, sometimes she would lay on the couch with lady in her lap and read for hours in the quiet.

One evening Gabriella folded her shirts while preparing for their trip when she heard the television in the next room. Anthony was speaking and Gabriella insides seemed to cringe. She followed it stopping as she peered into his office from the doorway Chad and Troy were standing in the room both watching the television screen.

"What the hell?" Troy muttered as he stood in front of the television. He watched as Anthony smiled on the screen alongside one of the business men that he had been talking to. "Did you know that Turner was going with Hall on this one?" he said looking at Chad.

Chad looked over at Troy, "How did he even know about him?"

"I don't know I never mentioned my affairs with Turner." Troy said raising a brow.

"Do you think we have a leak?" Chad said raising a brow to Troy.

"This from the one who said I was paranoid?" Troy said flicking the television off. "How does he keep doing this?"

"I'd say we have leaky pipes." Chad said crossing his arms, "Let me look into the campaign crew, run more back ground checks. Maybe we missed something?"

"Maybe?" Troy said looking over at Chad, "Or maybe this is a sign that I'm not meant to do this?"

"Troy, if ever there was a man ready for responsibilities of being a leader it's you. I know that It is hard to fail, but it is worse never to have tried to succeed." Chad threw his hands up, "Your ideas, your views, it all part of a bigger picture and no one sees that picture like you do."

"Sounds like a bunch of bull to me." Troy fell into his chair, "I feel like I'm losing my mind, like all of this is just so out of control that I just can't take it anymore."

"Your marriage or the campaign?" Chad said letting out a sigh, "I heard about your speech the other day.

"Then you heard about the trip," Troy leaned back in his chair, "I don't know what I'm doing,"

"You like her," Chad said, "It easy to see, now why you're fighting it, is a mystery to me." Chad took a seat as well.

"I don't know if she feels the same, and it's not like I've had such a great track record either," Troy picked up a pen and fiddled with it a bit as he spoke, "She just seems so …"

"Special?" Chad supplied.

"Magical," Troy corrected, "She has this smile that reaches her eyes, she smart, funny, she cook like a saint and sometimes just a glimpse of her ankle makes me feel like twelve year old boy with a play boy."

"Sounds like you're horny." Chad said leaning back.

Gabriella pulled back into the darkness of the hall. The night from last week flood back to her memory, she couldn't help but smile. So he was thinking about it? Lady who was looking up at her sat down and Gabriella held a finger to her lips in a hushing motion.

Troy chuckled, "I'm not going down that road, she's a virgin for Christ sake, I ready messed up. I learned my lesson the pot is hot. Besides she should want to have sex because she wants to not because she's in a fake relationship."

"Relationship is only as fake as you let it be?" Chad said with a shrug. "Seems to me what happened was very real,"

"Yeah well it's not going to happen again, she's not my type anyway." Troy looked at the pen in his fingers.

"Whatever," Chad rustled around before getting up. "Be on your best behavior on this trip, we'll meet in the hotel on Monday and you'll do release your education plan to the press,"

Gabriella quickly walked off into another room to hide while Chad and Troy walked out of the office and to the front room. Gabriella caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror her bare feet catching her eye. She paused to examine her ankle, what was so attractive about an ankle? Why wasn't she his type? She was female, she was available? Why not her?

Gabriella rolled her eyes and went to leave the room slipping into the kitchen. Just as she opened a cabinet for a glass, Troy appeared. "Hey, I didn't know you were still up?"

Gabriella looked at the clock, it was almost ten. He was still in his work clothes granted they looked well broken into as he been at the office all day. "I was packing," Her eyes lingered down to his waist where his brown belt was fastened. She found herself curious about him, and his own package.

"Right," Troy nodded and let out a sigh, "I'm going to get drink and possibly do the same." He went to move around her only in small corner they only ended up closer. "Sorry," he said with a small frown.

Gabriella stilled, she didn't move, neither did he. She was in her pajamas with just a long shirt and pair of shorts. She could remember the feeling of him between her legs, his tongue, those lips.

"I'll just," He leaned forward to get his mug from the cabinet. "Get some coffee."

Gabriella nodded but she still stood in place holding her own empty glass and watching him turn around to retrieve the items needed for coffee. His ass was tightly held in his jeans, a small smirk came to her lips. Why wasn't she his type, why didn't he want anything to do with her sexually? Snapping herself out of it she rolled her eyes and moved around and away from him to get to the fridge. Pulling out the orange juice she walked back to the counter and poured herself a glass. Just as she was going to turn around to put the juice back she collided into Troy who was returning from the pantry with the coffee beans.

His arm quickly wrapped around her waist, he didn't think she would spin around, or that he was in her way. They were still for a moment as each one took a deep breath. "Didn't see you,"

Gabriella placed her hand on his forearm to straighten herself out, she could feel herself shiver at the touch, he was all muscle. "When do you find time to go to a gym?"

Troy felt a small smile tug as his lips, "I play basketball sometimes on the weekend, I also jog in the morning." He said, the idea of her noticing him was making his blood rush, she been checking him out. she was currently feeling on his arm, his muscles, he thought about other muscles he'd like to exercise right now.

"I should probably start doing something like that," she said with a nervous giggle. "A fat wife isn't what you wanted,"

"I don't see anything wrong from where I'm standing." Troy said suddenly aware he was still holding on to her. Her lips straightened and his words sunk in, were they flirting? Was she? Did he just say the right thing? Troy tried his best to smile; it had been awhile since he had to flirt with anyone. "I'm going to let go now," he said taking a small step back and letting her go.

"It's okay," she said deciding that she needed to escape the kitchen right now. Gabriella moved around him to put the juice in the fridge. "I made some cookies earlier, I put them in the jar, help yourself."

Troy watched as she left the kitchen in a rush, his mind buzzing all his senses heighten. Being around her was going to make him crazy. One minute they were avoiding each other the next they were caught in some trance. Turning on the coffee maker he let out a breath and looked over at the jar, he shrugged might as well indulge in some of the perks that came from this awkward relationship.