The idea for this just came into my head and wouldn't leave so here it is. It will be a multichaptered story but I don't know when I will post Chapter Two it all depends on which gives me the most inspiration!

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Chapter One

My name is Aria Rose Montgomery I am eighteen years old and I have the most amazing, perfect boyfriend. His name is Ezra Fitz he's twenty five and a professor at Hollis College. He's everything a boyfriend should be. There is just one problem.

He's married.

I know you're all judging me right now and I could lie and say that I had no idea he was married when I met him, that I was already head over heels in love with him when I found out that he was and that I tried to end it immediately.

The truth? I was actually a bridesmaid at his wedding.

Ezra Fitz is married to Maggie Cutler also 25 the daughter of my mom's best friend. A woman I have known my whole life. Maggie was my babysitter when I was younger.

I'm horrible right? BUT it's not like I saw Ezra and thought to myself "I have to have him."

Sure I was attracted to him. He's gorgeous and witty and smart and almost every girl (scratch that) EVERY WOMAN I know is attracted to him.

Us – we just happened.

It all started when my mom invited Maggie and Ezra over for dinner.

The Dinner

"How is school Aria?" Maggie asked me. I looked up from the vegetarian lasagne that my mom had cooked and nodded, "It's good." I replied.

"Are you making progress on that English paper?" my mom asked me.

I shook my head, "Not really."

"Which English paper?" Ezra asked.

"I have to write about To Kill A Mockingbird," I replied. "It's 40% of my final mark and I'm struggling on the construction of it. I guess it's because it's my favourite book and I need to be critical of it too. It's not due till next semester but I want to make a start on it soon."

Ezra smiled, "I could help you?"

I shook my head gently, "I couldn't ask you to do that for me Ezra. I'm sure you're really busy."

"It's Ezra's favourite book too," Maggie said placing one of her hands on his. "I'm sure he'd love to have someone to discuss it with since I don't get what all the fuss is about."

I bit the inside of my lip. I could really use the help. "If you're sure…"

Ezra nodded, "I have a late class tomorrow," he replied. "So I'm free from three thirty until eight. You could come over to my office at Hollis and we'll start work on it."

I smiled, "Thank you Ezra. I really appreciate this."

You're thinking I kissed him that first meeting aren't you? Well I didn't. No, the kiss came a month later.

You know how in movies people describe getting butterflies and feeling fireworks when they first kiss somebody and you think to yourself "Please how incredibly cliché that NEVER happens."

Well let me tell you when Ezra and I both leaned into the kiss I could feel butterflies in my stomach and when his lips finally brushed gently against mine fireworks exploded inside my head it felt so good. I let Ezra take the lead and he deepened the kiss his tongue dancing erotically with mine.

I've kissed a few boys in my time but this….this was a MANS kiss with just the right amount of tongue…just the right amount of everything. My lips tingled for hours afterwards and I sat in my bedroom with a stupid grin on my face.

It was exactly one month and two days after he'd offered to help me and we were sitting next to each other on the sofa in his office. Ezra didn't have a late class this particular night (in fact there were a lot of nights when we'd be holed up in his office and he didn't have class). We'd just finished eating some food that we got from the cafeteria and we both leaned forward at the same time to place the empty containers onto the coffee table in front of us and bumped heads. Again it's cliché right? But that's exactly how it happened. We both sat back up laughing and clutching our heads and then we leaned towards each other and suddenly there were butterflies and fireworks.

Then we simply just went right back to work on my paper.

I know we didn't have to let anything happen again, we could've just brushed it aside as "in the moment" or whatever but it happened again and again and again. And I DID feel guilty, like I said I've known Maggie my whole life. She was like an older sister to me; it was Maggie that I'd go to for advice on guys (you know the things you don't want to ask your mom?). I certainly couldn't go to her for advice on this guy though could I?

I finished my paper and we continued to meet up, Ezra would bring a portable DVD player and we'd curl up on the couch and watch old movies. Black and white ones which Maggie HATES but it's yet another thing that Ezra and I have in common.

We realised that meeting in his office so much was dangerous so I "borrowed" the key to this cabin that my parents own up in the woods just outside of Rosewood. It's a beautiful little place overlooking a small lake, we used to go up there all the time when I was younger but once the Strauss' moved our visits became less frequent until eventually they stopped all together. I got a copy of the key made and the cabin is now "our" place. Mine and Ezra's.

Ezra and Maggie have been married for seventeen months and we've been together for nine of them.

Ezra is going to leave Maggie soon. He actually already would have done it if it hadn't been for Maggie's grandmother getting sick. I mean what kind of bastard would leave his wife when her beloved Grandmother is sick?

They're not having sex though I know that for a fact. You're probably thinking that I'm an idiot for believing him aren't you? You're probably saying to yourself "That's what they all say." But here's the thing. I know for a fact that he's not sleeping with her. How do I know this? Well let me tell you about something that happened four months ago.

"Hi mom," I shout out as I walk through the door. I'd just got back from Ezra's office having gone over there for a quickie after school. This isn't something we make a habit of, in fact this is the first time it's ever happened, but I'd had a really dirty dream about Ezra the night before and spent the entire day thinking about it. I needed the relief that I knew only Ezra could bring (I won't go into details – but damn he's good).

"Hi sweetie," my mom yells back and I can tell she's in the kitchen so I go in there only she's not alone. Sitting opposite her at the kitchen table is none other than Maggie.

"Oh," I say trying my best to sound normal. "Hi Maggie it's good to see you."

Maggie nodded her head slightly, "You too Aria," she said. "How're you?"

Fucking amazing I think. I'm still basking in the afterglow of the many orgasms I've just had. "I'm good," I reply as I walk over to the fridge to get myself a drink. "You?"

Maggie looks towards my mom briefly, literally for like a second. "I'm okay," she replies wearily.

"Aria honey," my mom says to me. "Do you mind going up to your room for a little while? I'll call you down when dinner is ready."

I nod my head and look between the two of them. "Of course mom," I say. "I'll see you soon Maggie."

Maggie nods half-heartedly and looks down towards the mug of steaming hot coffee in front of her.

I leave the kitchen and walk upstairs – there is no sound coming from the kitchen at all, so I open and close my bedroom door and quietly sit down on the top stair. That's when I hear my mom's voice.

"So do you want to tell me what's wrong?"

Silence then Maggie speaks "How did you know about Byron?" *

Again silence, I move down a few stairs low enough that I can hear them better but still high enough to not be caught.

"What do you mean?" my mom asks. But we all know that she knows what Maggie is talking about.

"I think Ezra is cheating on me."

"What?" My mom says. "Maggie, Ezra loves you why would you think that?"

Silence and I panic is there a small possibility that she knows? Is she going to say to my mom "Why don't we ask your daughter"? Have he not been as careful as we thought?

I can feel my heart hammering against my ribcage as I wait for her reply.

"I don't know," Maggie says. "It's just lately he seems distant and we never…we haven't had sex in months."

"That happens sometimes," my mom says reassuringly. "And you've both been busy lately."

"It's been over FIVE months Ella." Maggie replies.

I smile, I'm sorry I can't help it. I've been with Ezra for five months and we've been sleeping together for the last month. He's not been with Maggie in that entire time, just like he told me and that makes me feel so happy. Is that bitchy? I don't mean to be honestly I really don't, like I said I really do like Maggie.

* Oh my dad had an affair too when I was fourteen. My parents worked through it but then my mom found out that he was still seeing his mistress and they divorced when I was seventeen. I hated my father when it happened – both times - and a small part of me still does. I saw how hurt my mom was, but I now also know that you can't help who you fall in love with. The heart wants what the heart wants.

Yes I know that was four months ago and that things could be different now, but I still know that they're not sleeping together, in fact I know that they're sleeping in different beds. How? Because Maggie quit her job as a kindergarten teacher so she could spend more time with her grandmother, she travels to Philadelphia every single day and doesn't get back till late so she sleeps in the guest room so she won't disturb Ezra. I heard her telling my mom when she asked if there had been any change on the sex situation.

Anyway so here I am now waiting for Ezra in "our" cabin. We used to come up here together but this onetime when Ezra was driving us both home and Meredith (my dad's girlfriend) was right next to us at a set of traffic lights. I had to duck so she wouldn't see me. So now we drive up here separately. I bring firewood and blankets and Ezra brings food and the DVD player. There is a kitchen here but we always bring take-out and then take the evidence away with us just in case one of my parents decide to come up here.

I've got a fire going and our blankets laid out on the floor in front of it when I hear Ezra's car pull up outside. A huge smile spreads across my face (I can't help it) and I quickly walk over to the door. Hey I haven't seen him in three days he's been in New York visiting his family because his mom complained that she hadn't seen him. He drove there on Friday (he doesn't have class) and got back late last night.

I fling the door open just as Ezra raises his hand to knock; instead he wraps that arm around me and kisses me deeply. He pushes me inside and kicks the door shut with his foot.

"God, I've missed you." He mumbles against my lips.

I smile and pull away slightly, "I missed you too." I reply, "Three days is too long."

Ezra nods his head in agreement and crashes his lips against mine once more. We eventually pull apart and Ezra removes his bag from his shoulders we walk over to the blankets and sit down. Ezra opened the bag containing our food and spread all our favourites out in front of us. He also took a bottle of wine out and two plastic cups.

"A reunion drink," Ezra says with a slight chuckle. "It's low alcohol because we're both driving and you have school tomorrow we can't have you hung-over."

I smile, "I happen to be able to hold my liquor." I reply.

"That's not what I've heard."

I smack him playfully on the arm, "Hey," I say. "I was thirteen and I hadn't eaten anything and I didn't know the punch was spiked otherwise I wouldn't have drank so much."

Ezra smiles and hands me a cup. "I was joking," he replies leaning over slightly to brush his lips against mine gently. It's such a simple gesture but it sends shivers down my spine, his touch always does. Sometimes he just brushes his fingers against mine and I get goose bumps – the good kind!

He tells me about his trip to New York – spending time with his family, catching up with friends, missing me and I tell him about my weekend, shopping with Hanna on Saturday, spending Sunday recovering and obviously missing him too. Once we've finished our food we put the empty cartons back in the bag and Ezra sets up the DVD player, we're watching "North by Northwest" tonight it's one of our favourites. Once the movie has started we lay back against the blankets and cuddle into one another. It's perfect.

"Oh," Ezra says suddenly. "I got you something." He leans over me and reaches into his bag and pulls out a rectangular box it. It's embossed and I know it's the logo from an exclusive jeweller in New York. Ezra smiles and hands the box to me, "I saw this and instantly thought of you."

I trace my fingers across the logo and slowly open the box, I gasp when I see what's inside. It's a gold locket it's intricately engraved around the edge and there's an 'A' in the middle. It is absolutely gorgeous.

"Do you like it?" Ezra asks.

I look up at him, he looks nervous like he was worried I'd hate it. "It's beautiful," I tell him. "I love it."

He smiles at me, "I was with my mom when I saw it and I knew I had to get it for you."

My eyes widen, "It has an 'A' on it."

Ezra chuckles, "I went back without my mom and bought it. There's a history behind it," he tells me. "It came from the estate of a woman who died her name was Ada and apparently her husband had this specially made for her."

I lean over and kiss him gently, "Thank you," I whisper against his lips.

Ezra reaches into the box and takes the locket out, he unclasps it and I turn around and lift my hair up as Ezra places the chain around my neck. His fingers brush against the base of my skull and I suck in a breath, he secures the necklace and I can feel his warm breath against my neck. He presses his lips to my neck and I lean backwards into him, I turn my head and our lips meet in a heated kiss. I shift my body so I'm now facing him and my arms snake around his neck. Ezra has one hand tangled in my hair and the other resting on my waist, he pulls me flush against him and I push him down gently and straddle him we never break our kiss. I feel his tongue pressing against my lips and I open my moth willingly to give him access, I grind my hips against his and moan as I feel him hardening beneath me. It still amazes me that I Aria Montgomery can elicit such a response from this man. I break our kiss and sit up grabbing the hem of my top in both hands I pull it up and over my head carelessly tossing it to one side.

I'm going to stop there and let you use your imagination about what happened next. I'm a tease I know. At least that's what Ezra always tells me ;) Who knows maybe I'll go into details later.

Afterwards we set the alarm on Ezra's phone and soon we both fall asleep, sated and content in each other's arms.

The alarm goes off and we wake up and share a languid kiss before eventually putting our clothes back on and clearing everything away. This is the part of our time together that I hate. The part where we have to say goodbye to each other and I have to go home and pretend like nothing is wrong. Once we're both outside we kiss goodbye and get into our cars, I watch sadly as he drives off before following him. I'm behind him for the entire thirty minute journey back to Rosewood then he turns left towards the home she shares with Maggie and go straight onto my house. The lights are on when I pull into the driveway and I glance at the clock on the dashboard wondering whether we've maybe got the time wrong and I've missed curfew. I breathe a sigh of relief when I realise I'm actually ten minutes early. I hop out of the car and walk up to the house, stopping briefly on the porch to make sure that the locket Ezra bought me is tucked inside my top. The last thing I need is for my mom to ask me where I got it from.

"Hi sweetie," my mom says as I open the front door. "You're early."

I follow her voice into the living room and nod my head, "All studied out." I reply a yawn escaping my mouth.

My mom chuckles, "Sounds like it. I know how you feel; I've been grading papers for hours."

I smile, "Are they that bad?"

My mom nods, "You have no idea. I honestly think I talk to myself half the time."

I stifle another yawn, "I think I'm going to go to bed," I tell her. "Don't stay up too late."

"I won't," she replies. "Actually I won't be that far behind you."

I'd just made it to the stairs when my mum says "Oh Aria, I almost forgot did Maggie manage to get in touch with you?"

I feel my stomach drop. I turn around and shake my head trying to remain calm. "No," I say. "Spence makes us switch our phones off because she doesn't like the distraction."

My mom nods, "Makes sense," she replies. "Maggie called her looking for you and when I said you were at Spencer's she said she would call your cell."

"Oh," I say. "Did she mention what she wanted? I mean is it urgent or can I call her back tomorrow?"

"I think she wants to see if you'd like to go to her house for dinner on Friday night, she feels like she's neglected you recently."

Oh shit. I think. "Isn't she seeing her grandmother?" I ask

My mom shakes her head, "I guess not."

"I'll call her tomorrow then," I reply and I know that my voice wavered slightly.

"Okay," my mom says. "Goodnight Aria."

I smile, "Goodnight mom." I reply and I literally run up the stairs. I close my bedroom door behind me and lean against it taking deep breaths. I know I need to text Ezra to warn him so I get my phone out of my bag and slide my finger across the screen sure enough I have a missed call and voice mail from Maggie, texts from Spencer and Hanna and one from Ezra. I open Ezra's first. Hope you got home safely. I love you xx

I smile and type out a reply – I did, I love you too and Maggie has invited me for dinner on Friday. What should I tell her?

I change into my pyjamas while I wait for his reply. I've just finished cleaning my teeth when my phone beeps, I pick it up (I'm not the only one who takes their phone into the bathroom with them am I?!) and read Ezra's reply – Say yes, she'll question your reasons why if you don't come. Did she say why?

I just type what my mom told me that she said she feels like she's neglected me lately. He replies almost immediately.

- I'm sure that's all it is. Damn I'd hoped to see you alone on Friday. I don't want to share you.

I smile, but I know that Ezra is just as nervous as I am about this.

I text him 'Goodnight xoxo' and he texts me back the same and I crawl under my bedcovers but I know I'm not going to be getting much sleep tonight.

I reply to Maggie's text on my way to school the following day and tell her that I'll go, and I have to try and hide my fear from my mom. Ezra sends me a text just as I arrive at my locker –Maggie explained everything this morning, one of her Aunt's is going to be staying with her grandmother for the weekend so she thought it would be nice if we all had dinner.

'You're sure she has no idea?' I text back.

-No, trust me Aria we're safe xxx

I exhale and head to class; it's going to be a very long week.

I was right, it is now Friday and I honestly feel as if each day has lasted a week in itself. I haven't seen Ezra since Monday and it's been absolute torture but we just didn't want to risk it until after tonight.

I'm standing in front of my closet trying to pick out something to wear. I want something that will impress Ezra but it also needs to not be overly obvious because I don't want Maggie to wonder why I've turned up for a casual dinner at her house dressed up. I settle on a pair of grey skinny jeans that I know Ezra loves and black vest with a skull on it. I finish it off with some simple pyramid stud earrings, a couple of bracelets and my favourite pair of Jeffrey Campbell boots. I make sure that the locket from Ezra is inside my top, I grab my bag and I go downstairs.

"You look nice," my mom says.

"Thank you," I reply.

"Are you sure you don't want me to drive you over there? It won't matter if I'm a bit early to collect Mike."

I shake my head; the truth is I want to psyche myself up on the walk over there. "It's okay," I reply. "It's not far and it's a nice night."

My mom stands up and walks over to me, "Well if you're sure," she says kissing my forehead. "Have fun and tell Maggie and Ezra I said 'Hi.'"

"I will," I reply. I kiss her cheek. "I love you mom."

My mom smiles at me and gently strokes my cheek. "I love you too Aria," she says. "Now go or you'll be late."

"Okay," I reply with a chuckle. I walk over to the door, but turn to face her. "Do I have a curfew tonight?" I ask.

My mom shakes her head, "No, so long as Ezra or Maggie drive you home."

"Thanks mom," I say and I practically skip out the door because no curfew means I get to see Ezra for longer.

I slowly walk up the driveway to Ezra's house; once I reach the door I take a deep breath and knock loudly. A minute later Ezra opens the door and I suck in a breath, he looks AMAZING. He's wearing a form fitting grey Henley that shows off his firm chest and stomach with a pair of dark blue jeans that hang low on his hips. He smiles at me and pulls me inside, his strong arms wrapping themselves tightly around my body. I sigh in contentment and relax into his embrace, forgetting for a moment where we are. I feel his warm breath tickling my ear, "God," he whispers. "I've missed you."

I nod my head and smile into his chest, "I've missed you too, but maybe this isn't the best place to be doing this." I whisper back.

"You're right," Ezra replies and we slowly pull apart and he smiles at me. "Damn," he says. "I love those jeans on you."

I smirk up at him, "Why do you think I wore them?"

Ezra groans and pinches my ass, "Maggie's in the kitchen," he says. "She'll be wondering where we are."

I nod my head slightly and watch as he walks away.

Oh boy it's going to be a long night.

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