The Mistress Diaries

Chapter 1

"So it's totally a work thing or whatever," Lara rolled her eyes, "but you should come!"

My best friend, Lara, had been trying to get me to cave on an early vacation for weeks. It was actually a vacation for me but work for her. She was an excellent photographer, and her assignment was based in hawaii this time.

"I've got work babe. Besides,  it's too early for a vacation," I replied. I couldn't help but sigh at the thought of the piles of work sitting on my desk at work.

Lara suddenly got up and ran out of the room squealing. "Lara? You okay?" I was actually worried. My best friend was probably the weirdest person on the planet.

She ran back into the room carrying a bottle of wine in one hand and two glasses in the other. "Wine solves all problems," she winked.

"Obviously"

"Look," she handed me my glass, "All I'm saying is that I'm not taking no for an answer. You're coming." she shrugged

"I can't just take off work though. This is arguably one of the busiest times of the year at work. I have five different cases to work on! Five!"

Her glare stopped my rant short. I always felt like she was looking into my soul when she looked at me like that, it was so creepy. Then the slow evil smile-that I knew meant trouble- slowly crept on her face like a thief in the night. "I've had sex with your boss. So...you're definitely coming."

"Okay, okay." I conceded,  "I'll go if you stop looking at me like tha-" her words slowly registered in my brain. "Wait, what?!"

"Ugh," she groaned, pouring her third glass of wine, "Why are you so surprised? You know my vagina gets what it wants."

"But that's my boss Lara!"

"Again, why are you so surprised? We met at a bar, I liked him, he liked me and you know how the rest goes."

In her defence, she was right. I'd known her for almost ten years, She was the ultimate player, I was yet to see a man say no to her. She literally had tongues wagging wherever she went, and she loved the attention.

It didn't help that her body was just as banging as her personality. I had to admit that I worked out a extra hard because standing next to her made me feel like an ugly duckling. She had curves in literally all the right places and if that didn't draw you in then her eyes did all the work. She had gorgeous amber eyes that made me kind of jealous because mine were a dull, pale, green that got zero attention.

In all her gorgeousness, I wouldn't trade my best friend for anything. She had kept me alive, literally. She always knew what I needed and was always ready to protect me when I needed it. I knew for sure that she was my best friend the day she left a guy- with his pants down- to save me from a guy who had spiked my drink.

Before I realised it, we had four empty bottles of wine on the table and I had agreed on a trip to hawaii. Well, I'd like to think I had a choice.

"Babe," Lara slurred, "Your vagina needs this trip. I bet you have cobwebs and dust down there!"

"You're so dramatic! It's only been, like, three years I think." I defended myself. I was no virgin, but I didn't feel right sharing my precious body with every Tom, Dick and Harry.

"It's been four years," she corrected, "Give your V some vitamin D!"

"No."

"There's some nice vitamin D in hawaii, and we're gonna get you some." She wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

I hated how smug she was about getting her way, which she always did because she was Lara.

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