Being The Other Woman

By Ava Simone

Kara landed herself a promising job and is eager to see her life stabilize and progress.
As she goes through the training she ends up shadowing Aaron during the night shift.
And the two hit it off instantly. Kara ends up falling for him, but finds out he's taken.
She wants to stop it.
But the heart wants what it wants.
Even though the head knows it's wrong.

WARNING: GRAPHIC SEXUAL CONTENT

• Language: English
• Publisher: Ava Simone
• Release date: Mar 16, 2015
• ISBN: 9781370441297

Ava Simone

Romance-hybrid writer with a love of films, vaporwave aesthetic, food, and synthwave music. I have loved writing and peddling my smutty works of luscious desire.New titles coming soon!Follow me on Twitter! @avasimonebooks

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Being the Other Woman

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Ava Simone

My first kiss was with a married man.

My first time was with a married man.

My first everything was with a man who wasn’t mine.

I was a Mistress before I was a girlfriend.

It all started after I had just turned 21 and moved out on my own and into the big city. With what little money I saved I found a small, but still cozy place for myself closer to downtown: a tiny studio apartment. I was feeling liberated albeit unsure about my future. I wanted to get myself set up with a job so that I could feel some stability and begin this new path into adulthood. I wanted to feel truly grown up and independent. I went on the search for jobs that would hopefully pay enough to keep me afloat and most importantly offer growth within the company. The closest thing I was qualified for was reception at a nearby Hotel downtown. The Chamberlain Arms was a quaint 3 star hotel that offered a comfortable, almost home-like atmosphere. The Lobby wasn’t that big nor was it as impressive as its rival hotels, but it was still upscale and popular enough to be nearly booked solid every weekend. I had had some customer service experience under my belt during high school when I worked reception at a car dealership. I phoned the manager in the hopes of finding an opening and sure enough, he asked me to come in for an interview that following afternoon for a position as a weekend night shift front desk attendant.

I had to nail this job. Everything was hanging on this one thing. I wasn’t going to move back home into my parent’s place with my tail between my legs and endure them any longer. I had to secure myself something so I could keep myself on my feet. I wasn’t intending on going full career at this particular hotel, but I did intend on staying long enough to gain enough experience should I ever find something even better elsewhere. I had every intention of moving up the ladder until I reached the last wrung.

When I stepped inside the quaint lobby of the hotel it was nearly 4 in the afternoon and the second shift had already begun. A frantic little man