No Loyalty Beyond the Job
Abby looked at the television in the dimmed studio that was behind the cameraman, looking at him. Mike. Mike Chadway. He was her man, the one who loved her because of her spas dance, her humor, and her looks-of course: her ass and her breasts. At the first time he loved her, was for no reason at all. He cherished her for the exact opposite reason that Collin, "The Doctor" loved her- she wasn't a control freak. This was a complete lie because, of course, she was absolutely a large control freak. She loved Mike so much; she couldn't imagine a life without him.
"And we're out. Good show! And Mike, you're disgustingly awesome! Hey, did you check out Tiffany? Looking pretty good, huh?"
"Thanks, boss, but the only girl I have eyes for is my producer, Abby. She has the best ass in this god forsaken state." Mike confronted his boss, and then looked at Abby to see her reaction about that. She was grinning, from ear to ear, then as if she was a lion, pranced on him and crushed her lips to his. Mike surprisingly pulled Abby off of him and whispered," Save some for home."
Abby chuckled and walked Mike to the printer where they were printing the ratings.
"Wow! They love you after all this time! And, so do I. When we get home, you want to make a little "Ugly Truth" of our own? What do you say?" Abby looked at Mike expectantly, but Mike looked away. It was as if he were hiding a secret from her.
"Um, I ha-have to be at a- uh, me-meeting. How abo-about later tonight?" Mike stuttered away the words of a blind lie, though Abby couldn't see this.
"Oh, all right then, honey. Later tonight."
"Uh, I need to go to the crap-room", [which was his way of saying restroom.}
Okay, go then. I need your phone though because I need to call the cable company to tell them I lost the bill, because Joy is using mine."
Mike reluctantly gave Abby his phone and headed toward the restroom. She began to type in the numbers, but Mike's phone made an applause sound, like when a stripper is finished pole-dancing and all the men loved her performance. She knew right away that was his messaging sound, so she checked it. There on the phone, was a filthy text message, stating, "I'll see you tonight, at your "meeting.""
Abby gasped and was about ready to go to the men's restroom to beat the crap out of Mike for what it said on her phone, but she saw the number. It was the number that she recognized. The number she memorized. It was from a phone that was being borrowed by a friend. Sad to say, it was Abby's phone that her best friend, Joy, was in use of.