Parts Of The Truth

Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter Three

Warnings: foul language, my bad writing, infidelity, kinda sad, angst.(I listened to the other woman while writing this)

You sat at your desk, looking into his office. The position of your desk offered a direct view into it. Chewing on your pen, your eyes locked on his form, he was in a meeting, standing as he spoke to a client; Gary or Gus something like that, you truly were assistant of the year. You watched as he spoke, the way his lips moved, the way he spoke with his hands, the way he stuck his tongue in his cheek, signaling he was annoyed. You watched and watched as you often did. Your mind wanders to what your mother had said, you wonder if she is right, maybe you were incredibly stupid, maybe you were naive but frankly, you didn't care.

It had been two weeks since he fired Henry, he filed it as some bullshit like poor work performance. Things were fine so far, Padme came in often; more often than she usually did, bringing him lunch and making him laugh,fixing his tie and kissing him before she left again. Things seemed good between them, though not good enough for him to stop coming over. He came over to your place three nights a week, always the same excuse "My kid needs me" liar, was he a bad father? No but he wasn't exactly good either, he came; made sure Darcy had what she needed, bribed her with toys and kisses so that she'd tell him if mommy ever had any friends over. You chew on your lip as you watched him, his eyes meet yours through the glass for a mere second before he goes back to half ignoring whatever proposal this Gary Gus guy was pitching. You wonder what he's thinking if his thought match your own-

"Y/n" Ahsoka's voice almost gives you a heart attack. You shake your head, freeing yourself of the thoughts that plagued you, looking at her.

"hm?"

She squints at you, she was practically your best friend; the first person to warm up to you when you'd started at the company and stuck by your side since. "You better hope no one else catches you making heart eyes at the boss" she teases, you scoff.

"I wasn't 'making heart eyes' I was...thinking and just zoned out on accident"

"Right. How's Darcy? I miss the little brat" she asks.

Your face lights up, you love your baby, the sweetest most magical little girl. "She's good, she's starting school soon. She's so excited, made me buy everything cause she can't wait, even though it's just pre-school" you chuckle thinking of how she had made you and your mom buy one of each box of crayons at the store in the mall.

Ahsoka shakes her head "she's better than me, I hated everyday of school, pre-school to highschool I cried nearly everyday."

You cringed. "College was even worse, best years of our lives my ass." Ahsoka opens her mouth to speak when she's interrupted by Padme's voice behind her.

"I didn't realize it was lunch and you could gather already." You fight back the urge to roll your eyes, Padme wasn't a bad person, she just annoyed you. Ahsoka sighs walking back to her desk, you smile at Padme, as politely as you could.

"How can I help Mrs. Skywalker?"

She smiles, "Sorry, is Anakin free?"

"Sorry he's-" you're cut off by Anakin's hand around Padme's waist, he kissed her on the side of the mouth. You turn away watching as Gary Gus makes his way to the elevator.

"Y/n, push my meetings for this afternoon to Monday." He orders you. You smile.

"Are you sure Mr. Skywalker? The Chandler meeting was supposed to be at 2 to discuss th-"

"I said push the meetings," he says harshly, his free hand forming a fist on top of your desk. You swallow the feeling of embarrassment and nod.

"Yes sir"

He eyes you for a second before leaving with Padme, ushering her out, his hand tracing down her spine, you roll your eyes as you watch them head out. You don't know why, but you felt the urge to cry, taking a deep breath you composed yourself fixing your focus back to work.

Soon enough the day was over and you couldn't be more grateful. You shrugged off your coat, kicking off your heels, Darcy was rambling about her day with her grandma. "That's good baby" you kiss her cheek, you scrunch your nose jokingly.

"You need to bath, you smell like a boy"

She giggles "thanks a lot mama." You chuckle, she looks up at you, with her big blue eyes that she inherited from her father, "Can you do bath time mama? Pleaseeee?" You smile at her.

"okay, but don't beg, you look like a puppy" you chuckle, she raises her arms celebrating, you scoop her into your arms, taking her to the bathroom. Bath time was something Darcy loved every Friday, where you'd fill the tub with bubbles, put on the coloured lights and wash her while she played with a toy. You'd thought she would have outgrown it but so far, she hasn't. You figured it was comforting for her, in the same way she liked to sleep in your bed and crawl under your shirt, you allowed it because you didn't plan to have another child and Darcy was only so small for so long.

After bath time, you made her a nice dinner, she'd asked for Mac and cheese and of course you gave in. You stood in the door way of her bedroom watching as she snuggled up with her teddy, she was quick to fall asleep; a thing you were grateful she did from the time she was born. She had always been a good baby, quiet and cute; you wouldn't call yourself a religious person, but she was for sure your blessing.

Finally able to unwind you laid on the couch, prepared to finish a bottle of wine, stuff your face and watch every episode of 'Shameless' but that plan was interrupted, when a knock hit your door in an all too familiar pattern. You roll your eyes as you open the door.

"What are you doing here?" You ask in a hostile tone as Anakin pushes past you and into the house.

"It's my house, I can stop by when I want" he stands in the living room, eyes scanning for the smallest hint that another man had been around of course he'd find none.

You scoff, "Right. How come Padme let you out" you settle on the couch again, he joins you, his hand on your thigh.

"She's asleep. We have fun" he smiles, you swallow the lump in your throat. His hand comes up to run over your hair, pulling you close. You let him, enjoying the moment while it lasted.

"We fought" he says. "She's uh...she's just in one of those moods, angry about nothing, I don't know. She's just...she just needs to cool down" he sounds sad, he didn't really speak about his marriage when he was with you and Darcy, this was the first time and he seemed genuinely upset. He sighs tiredly, settling comfortably into the couch, he holds you in his arm, his eyes close.

"I love you Padme" he says. Your eyes close, you feel the single tear drop roll down your cheek, unable to stop it.

Parts Of The Truth

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Chapter One

Warnings: Cheating, mentions of sex, my rusty, bad writing.

Pair: Anakin Skywalker x Reader

Everyone swears they'd never be involved with a married man,at least you swore, you swore; "I'd never be a mistress,I could never do that to someone else" of course this was before you met him. Tall, charming, intelligent, not to mention smooth, all words that can be used to describe, Anakin Skywalker. It started a year after you began working at Skywalker Industries, at first you were just his assistant, getting coffee, arranging meetings, occasionally lying to his wife that he was in a meeting when in reality he just wasn't in the mood to see her.

Eventually, he'd started flirting, which you tried to resist, he hadn't made it easy. "You're beautiful" he'd say.

"You're married"

"gah, and if I weren't"

And so it went on, for months you were strong, until you weren't.

It was supposed to be dinner, celebratory. He had just closed a deal and he said it would break his heart and shatter his soul if his favourite employee didn't come out with him. For the sole purpose of entertainment, you accepted. Dinner turned into drinks, drinks turned into laughter and brazen confessions and then he offered to walk you home.

"Dangerous neighborhood, I'm just trying to look out for you" he said, flashing that million dollar smile, you'd never say no to.

Like the true gentleman he was, he walked you to your apartment. "You know, you really didn't have to"

"No, I wanted to. It's late, no way I'd let you walk alone, not in the Bronx" he says. You laugh.

"Whatever." You look up at him, realizing how close he is, his breath on your face, your heart speeding up in your chest, your breath becoming heavier as the space between you got smaller.

"You're so beautiful" he pushes a stray hair behind your ear. You open our mouth to speak, your voice is a hushed whisper.

"You're married"

"I don't care" he kisses you, you kiss him back. Hastily you open the door, both stumbling into your apartment.

"We shouldn't do this" your voice is a heated whisper, as you undo the buckle of his belt, he presses against you, your black dress pushed up your thighs, legs opened as you perched on entrance table inside of your apartment. His mouth on your neck, sucking and biting, just how you like it, "you're married"

"she'll be fine" he voices, his big hands tracing along your thighs, up your hips, under your dress, you cry out for him, our actions contradicting your words, until you just give in "please I need you" that was all you had to say.

That was how you ended up here, watching him tuck your two year old daughter into bed as she begged for him to stay over.

Please please be nice, as I said, I haven't written in years and this was my first in so long, it'll get better I swear lmaooo

About to write about this! Stay tuned

sam monroe is so ghostface to me. like idk how to explain it he just is.

Usually it’s video games instead of music but this is pretty much accurate hehe