Diary of a Mistress

Chapter 1 "Hello, I'm Angie." "Hey, Angie," a group of women said robotically, and in unison. "I've been sleeping with married men for almost five years now, and it's getting old. I'm tired of it. I don't know if it's because I'm three days away from being thirty or if this last man I dealt with brought me to this turning point. His name was Jason. He had just got hired at my firm. He was very attractive, young, and ambitious. He definitely had his shit together. I noticed him and his wedding band all in one glance. But a wedding ring never stopped me in the past, and it wasn't going to stop me now. So I approached him. Nothing too blunt. I just introduced myself, welcomed him to the office, and made casual conversation. He was polite too, pretending to be enthused at my befriending him. But I saw right through him. He was there to do a job and nothing else. He was faithful. I gave him a couple of days, but he wouldn't budge. It was as if I didn't exist to him. A hi and good-bye was all he'd give me. At first I felt a little insulted that he didn't flirt back. But then it started to excite me. It became a game that I was determined to win. I had to break him, especially since he seemed unbreakable. I figured I would have to wait it out and get him at a vulnerable point. It was obvious to me that he and his wife were at a very happy state, probably even newlyweds. I mean, if he was over five years in, with a couple of school-age kids, he would have surely accepted my advances. But he was in love, and it was fresh. So I had to give him time. Four months went by, and one day Mr. Right came into work late -- for the first time since he'd been hired. He was disoriented, not focused at all. He told everybody he wasn't feeling well. But I knew different. He was having woman problems and I was right there to solve them. I walked down the hall to his office. I knocked on his door. When he didn't answer, I let myself in. There was Mr. Right with his head down on his desk, sleeping like he hadn't all night. "I whispered in his ear, 'Wake up, Jason, it's time for work.' " "He must have thought I was his wife because he jumped up pleading his case. " 'I'm sorry, baby,' he blurted out, with both pain and sincerity in his eyes. "I remember thinking, Damn this man loved the hell out of his woman. I chuckled at his embarrassment when he realized it was just me, Angela, some lady who works at the same firm as he. " 'Excuse me for intruding,' I said softly. 'But I thought you could use this.' "I handed him a cup of coffee. He hesitated for a second, and then he took the cup, looked me in my eyes, and thanked me. "I sat down in the chair opposite his desk. " 'So, tell me,' I began. 'What are you sorry for?' "He blushed and sipped the coffee. 'Oh, it's nothing,' he said nonchalantly. "I smiled and said, 'Oh, it's something. It may just be nothing you want to tell me.' "There was a brief silence. " 'Oh, what the hell,' he said. 'I could use a woman's perspective anyway.' I finally broke the man," I told the group of women whose eyes were glued on me. "He then began to explain to me what happened. " 'I ran into my ex-fiancee on my way home from work yesterday. She was waiting for a bus in the rain, and she had no umbrella. Just a little plastic bag to keep her hair dry. Of course I felt bad for her, and so I offered to take her home. I made one quick stop at the cleaners, and when I got back in my car, my ex-fiancee told me that I was going to get in trouble. So I was like, What are you talking about? What makes you think that? She told me that while I was in the cleaners picking up my clothes, my wife's sister pulled up beside my car. Apparently, she cursed my ex-fiancee out and told her that she was going to tell her sister. So I get home, and my wife is all down my throat talking abouMiasha is the author of 'Diary of a Mistress ', published 2007 under ISBN 9781416547204 and ISBN 1416547207.