She mend my heart

Cassandra smiled as she pulled into the parking garage of her boyfriend's law firm. She was excited about surprising him with lunch from his favourite restaurant.

She was looking forward to seeing him today so she could finally catch up.

Since Johnathan had been working a lot of extra hours lately, trying to make partner at his law firm and she felt like she hadn't seen him much at all for the past several weeks.

He'd been so busy with work that they barely took time to spend any quality time together as a couple, so she hoped he would be free for lunch today.

Cassandra bounced across the parking lot toward her boyfriend's office building feeling the warm, late spring sunshine on her face.

As she neared the building, the doorman greeted her, "Good afternoon Miss Miller."

The doorman, Mr. Wilks, was a heavily bearded old man with very little hair on his head. He greeted everyone and was always polite and respectful, no matter how lowly they were.

"Good afternoon Mr. Wilks. Beautiful day today, isn't it?" she said breezily.

The doorman returned with a curt nod of his head, smiling at her, "It is, Miss Miller."

Whenever Cassandra came by, Mr. Wilks was always happy to see her, and his smile never failed to brighten her day. Gesturing for her to proceed into the building, Mr. Wilks opened the door for her.

"I do hope you have a nice day."

Cassandra laughed lightly, "You, too, Mr. Wilks."

As she walked into the building, Mr. Wilks closed the door behind. Floating through the building, she quickly got through security at the front desk and then made her way to the elevator.

She pressed the button and waited patiently for the elevator to arrive. When the doors opened, she stepped inside and pressed the button for Johnathan's floor.

When the door closed in front of her, Cassandra stood quietly and watched the numbers on the display increase, as the elevator rose fast.

The ride to the floor was quiet and uneventful, but at least it was short. As soon as the doors opened slowly on Johnathan's floor, Cassandra got out and stepped on the marble-tiled walk away.

As she walked towards Johnathan's office and turned left down the hallway, the sun streamed brightly through the large "floor-to-ceiling" windows.

She felt the excitement build as she got closer to his office. Johnathan hated surprises but, she knew he'd be happy about this one.

He had promised some quality time together but couldn't seem to tear himself away from the office. Cassandra tried to be understanding and supportive of his career.

It made sense that he would be stressed, but she wasn't too happy about the lack of time he was putting into their relationship and wished that Johnathan could let go enough to have fun and unwind with her.

As she entered his office, she sailed past his assistant, Ashley's, empty desk because, as usual, she was not there.

She was probably off gossiping in a corner somewhere with her stuck-up co-workers.

For all she knew, Ashley probably talked badly about her behind her back, but she didn't care because today was going to be a good day, and nothing was going to ruin her mood!

Stopping outside the door to Johnathan's office, Cassandra could hear voices coming from inside, and after carefully listening, she recognised them as Ashley's and Johnathan's.

They must probably be busy discussing something important, Cassandra thought.

Taking a deep breath, she lightly knocked on the frosted glass door, but no response came back except the sound of laughter. She wanted to knock again but decided against it and entered his office without his permission.

Her breath caught in her throat at what she saw there.

Perched on Johnathan's desk entangled in his shirtless arms was a half-naked Ashley. Judging by the grins on both their faces, they both looked happy with what they were doing.

Cassandra watched as Ashley pulled open the front of Johnathan's shirt, exposing more of his bare chest which instantly made the blood leave Cassandra's face.

There stood Johnathan wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and his white shirt. Johnathan himself was oblivious to Cassandra as a satisfied smile spread across Ashley's lips as she pushed her tongue into Johnathan's mouth.

His mouth moved hungrily over hers as if he never intended to stop for even a moment, making her arch underneath him, moaning.

Seeing the sight before her, Cassandra felt sick to her stomach. A tear slipped down her cheek.

Ashley wrapped her legs tightly around Johnathan's waist, as he nuzzled his nose into the crook of her neck, and let his hands roam freely and unceremoniously over her body.

It looked so wrong, and Cassandra's heart was breaking with every touch.