Heads up for those who like to have them:
This story is also published on AO3 and since I have not figured out how to add tags on FF, here they are:
- relationship: Miranda P./Andy S.
- tags: POV 1st person Miranda P., obsession, cheating, - I will add more tags as story progresses
In later chapters, I will address some facts of life without mincing my words, if that is offensive to you, please read another story.
As always, I only borrow DWP characters and give them back to their rightful owners unharmed and smiling. Neither they nor I make a dime from our association.
I have written this story myself, spell-checked it myself to the best of my ability and self-edited also to the best I can. Therefore, all remaining errors and mistakes are also self-made.
Should anyone feel like they would want to lend a hand and help me edit, please contact me, I'd appreciate it. :)
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This being said, have fun dear readers and your comments, critical or praise alike, are much appreciated!
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This time I really put myself in a hard place. Anyone less composed or dignified than me would say I fucked up. Royally.
Why you wonder? Well, I am wondering about that myself. Why did this happen? Why? And how was I to get out of this conundrum?
In order for at least you to get your question answered, let me tell you what happened and maybe you can help me find clarification to my own question. Deal?
Deal.
Thank you.
Like most people in this world and age, I work for a living. Not the most fanciful job ever, but a good one, I give you that. A job which requires me to be in the public eye and has me in the papers once in a while. Therefore, I am forced to upfront a public persona which also comes in handy in my position if I am honest. Problem is, I am known to abuse my public me from time to time. Overuse, they say.
Nonetheless, I am pretty busy at my job and therefore have assistants, two to be precise, Emily and Andrea. Both work directly for me and we have been a team for over a year and a half now. A year and a half ago Andrea joined us and my life started to get infinitely better. She is such a devoted and focused assistant that I soon felt I could not do without her.
Once she learned how to properly dress for work, she really became the asset she now is to my day to day life. Such a shame to hide her beautiful body under those dreadful rags she used to wear. To think that any shoulder free designer dress looks so delightful on her much like those tailored Armani suits showing off her... well I digress, please excuse my unusual lack of focus. I am not like that usually, I assure you.
Back to my tale of why I f***, excuse my English, messed up.
TBC...