Hey! This just a little One-Shot I wrote. I got a beta (yay!), so Kasee Lara is going to be helping me with my updates!! You should go read her work. Its here, on fictionpress so go! I’m waiting for the second part myself!

So… tell me what you think about this!

Oh, the title is a line from “Anything Goes” by Cole Porter. And soon I´ll put up another chapter of Indecent Proposal!

Thanks again Kasee Lara!!

If Love Affairs You Like...

She thinks I’m sleeping with my secretary. She actually thinks I’m sleeping with my fifty-five years old, 6 feet tall, overweight secretary. Oh, don’t get me wrong! I love Rose, you know her, she’s the sweetest woman alive and the greatest cook, but I’d never sleep with her! God, no. She reminds me of Trouchbull, except a sweet version. You know, from that movie... Matilda? Trunchbull...whatever, you geek.

This morning I was getting ready to work when she cornered me and... What? No! Claire, not Rose. Shut up! She started asking me all these questions like, ‘How come you are always so late from work?’ and ‘Why is your cell always off after six? You should be on your way home by then.’

What are you saying? Of course I denied everything. We’ve only been married for like two years now and I missed our last anniversary. No, I don’t regret it. Yeah, it was fun, but the thing is that she’s really starting to suspect that something’s going on. It worries me. I mean, I love Claire. No, I don’t love her? Relax. I care for her. I don’t want to hurt her, remember last year, on my birthday? We went to that hotel...yeah, that one. And we lost track of time and when I finally got home she was really upset. She had this big surprise party planned and I arrived like four hours late. She was crying and she accused me of being with another woman, and she even slapped me! Remember? That’s an ugly memory; I don’t want that to happen again.

Hey, what’s the matter? Don’t be sad! It’s not your fault. No, that doesn’t have anything to do with it. If we had said anything before I'd be in jail right now. Yes! I was twenty-three back then, and you were, what? Sixteen? It was kind of illegal. So my parents introduced me to her and I had to play that game for a while. How was I supposed to know that I would end up marrying her?! It’s not that easy, it just happened. Let’s not talk about it. What’s done is done.

So, like I was saying, she started asking me all these questions and I was like, ‘No. No, honey. That’s not true!’ And she got angry and told me that if I didn’t tell her what was going on she’d leave. So I told her that I couldn’t tell her because it was a surprise and her face lit up…literally. Like a lamp. Flash!

What’s with women and surprises? What’s the fun in them? I don’t get it. Ha! That’s different! You naughty little thing! So now I have to come up with a surprise for her. God this is tiring.

Hey! Where are you going? No, I don’t want pie! You and your pie... Get your cute little ass back to bed! It’s cold here...oh; I dropped some ice there before, watch o-. Are you okay?! Don’t laugh, you idiot! Are you hurt?

Go back to bed; I’ll bring you the pie. One slice or two?

There you go. Sure you’re not hurt? That was a nasty fall, be careful next time you run around naked in the kitchen, you nudist. Don’t call me that! I’m just shy, stop laughing! You’re getting blueberry all over the bed. Hey, this is good! Give me some. Mm. Yum, who made this? Get out! You did this? Well, you need to cook more often. I can get you one of those kiss the cook aprons... Ouch!

Anyway, any ideas about what I should tell Claire? Come on we are in on this together. Yes, I know this is cruel; you don’t have to remind me every time we talk about her. You know how this is, I can’t just pack up and leave. No, I can’t. Quit it. Eat your damn pie and stop making a mess. No, I’m not mad. Am not. Am not. Am not! Okay, now I am. Gimme that pie! Ouch! Don’t bite!

Okay, we’ve got to cool down. What time is it? Crap! I have to go. Yes. You need to let go, honey. Where’s my shirt? Pants...? How the hell did they get there? Right... ahem... am I forgetting anything? Ha-ha, very funny. Well, I’ll see you tomorrow, right? You don’t have any night classes, do you? Okay. Bye, baby. Shut it, I’ll call you whatever I like.

Love you too, Johnny boy.