Real Love (Lesbian)

Prologue

I stood facing the window looking out to the beautiful view my office gave me of Los Angeles. I was the owner of Posh, a very popular fashion magazine that was known worldwide. Our headquarters were based in Los Angeles though because this was my home. The place that I know like the back of my hand and the only place that I've ever really felt comfortable. The place that put my magazine on the map. Where else would I choose to live?

I worked so hard to achieve my success and promised myself that I would not let anything come in the way of me becoming successful, especially my dysfunctional family. Luckily, I achieved my success way faster than I planned with my magazine becoming number one in the country when I was only twenty two years old. I had been featured in many magazines, talk shows, and other things to share my journey to success with the world and people listened. Now twenty five, I don't consider myself famous though because that wasn't a goal of mine when I started out and I hate being looked at in that way. I was lucky to have people in my corner who helped me keep a low profile so that my personal life was kept out of media attention. After all, I'm not Beyonce', and my life isn't that interesting.

The only reason why my personal life has begun to go into a downward spiral is because of my girlfriend of four years, Ashley, or Ash as most people including me call her, basically treats me like shit. No one understands why I'm with her, and everyone is always telling me that I need to break up with her because she's not good for me. And deep down I know that they're right. I'm not stupid. It's just that Ash makes me feel something that I've never felt before. She was the only girl I dated that really made me feel loved, appreciated, and beautiful. That was until about five months ago, when she started acting suspiciously.

She began coming home from work late, and always went out with her lame friends who were all studs like her, and mostly all of them were players. The only one of her friends I even liked was her best friend, Spence. She was the only one who actually discouraged Ash's behaviour and who felt for me. But when Spence would tell Ash about herself, she would just shrug it off and continue to lie to me and cheat. There was no doubt in my mind that she was cheating and I knew that soon I had to confront her about it. The only reason I kept dealing with it for all these months is because I didn't want to lose the one person who made me feel special. The one person who I thought loved me the same way I loved them. But I knew I had to break up with her soon because the stress that I was putting myself through over her was only getting worse.