I wanted to believe him. I did. But I had trusted him before, and it hadn't worked out that well. So now when he assured me that what I was thinking, wasn't what is going on. I still did not trust his word. I had my reasons for doubting him, and I'm not making excuses for him anymore. I mean what else am I supposed to do when Paul left me no choice but to follow him.
How could I trust Paul after he had lied to me before? So I did something I am not proud of, my curiosity got the better of me. I followed my gut instincts and followed him. Maybe I shouldn't have, because my instincts are what led me to the hurt and pain that I would experience.
I caught him red-handed. How could he cheat on me, why would he do this to me.
So now here I am a week later, haven't slept in days. Haven't properly eaten either, and sitting in my office on Friday at work. The mental images of Paul and Tiffany together still implanted into my mind.
The reaction on his face when he looked into my eyes as he was caught with his dick in Tiffany's slutty cunt. Her moans that are supposed to be mine, echoed throughout my living room. I could hear them as I entered our house. They were fucking in my house, on our couch.
How could he do this to me, why would he do this to me. After everything that I have done for him. This is how he repays me. This is how he claims to love me.
I shouldn't have come to work today, it was too soon. Then I hear a light tapping on my office door.
"Yes come in," Miranda says out loud.
I look over and smile as I see his face. Not many people know much about him. He's a new mailroom guy, we like to call gophers. They get us coffee, they get our mail, or bring our printouts or go do photocopies for us. But something about him, makes me smile, he is polite too as he's always been respectful and called me ma'am or said yes miss.
I have had to tell him a few times to just call me Manda, as everyone has always called me that. However, he hasn't adjusted to it yet. He still has a bit of awkward cuteness to him, that I just find adorable.
"Hello miss, but I got you, you're coffee," he says to her.
Smirking as she teases him and says, "How many times have I said to call me Manda."
Looking at him as he just smirks at me, as he says, "Sorry, miss, ahh, I mean Manda."
She giggles and responds, "Ok I'll let you get away with it but just this once."
"T-thank you," he says as he blushes.
Bringing her, the coffee as he stumbles and trips and spills the coffee all over. Looking up at her as he lowers his head in embarrassment and shame, as he says, "Oh my gosh Manda I am so, so sorry."
From Miranda's perspective, it is the first laugh she's had in a week. Just watching him stumble and trip, just made her laugh. She didn't mean to laugh, she just found it comical. But her mother always taught her, to never laugh at someone for too long. It is ok to joke around, but eventually, it makes it seem like your laughing at them and not with them.
Kindly Miranda walks up to him as she kneels in front of him. Patrick looked up to see her kneeling before him. Miranda had a smile on her face and was now looking back at him with her gorgeous brown eyes. Her long blond hair is tied up. Looking down as she noticed that he could probably see up her skirt from this perspective.
Oh no, did he see, I didn't notice that I was revealing that to him now. I don't normally wear skirts to the office very often, but today I wasn't expecting to be around people. Poor guy is probably embarrassed enough, and now I've just gone and shown him my panties.
The both of them stand up together, as Patrick smirks as he says, "S-sorry about that miss, I mean Manda."
Helping him back up as Miranda responds, "It is okay, accidents happen."
"Let me help clean this up," he responded.
"No, no it's ok, I wasn't wanting a coffee that badly to begin with," Miranda said.
"Oh, uh okay, well umm, I should umm, I should get going back to the mailroom," he says nervously as he is trying to escape this awkward situation.
"Wait hang on," Miranda tells him, as she tugs him by his denim shirt as he's trying to make his escape. Stopping him as she says, "You have been working here a week now, and I still don't even know your name."
"Will you let me go if I tell you it," he asked?"
"Yes, only if you tell me it," Miranda answered.
"I'm Patrick," he answered.
"Oh, I like that name, so do you prefer Pat or Patrick," Miranda asked?"
"Most people call me Pat," he answered.
"Very well then, nice to see you, Patrick," she says as she winks.
I could have kept him there. I probably could have made him do whatever I wanted. Here is this handsome new guy who I could easily make into my boy toy. He is younger than I am, but maybe that is a good thing. I kind of like the thought of knowing that I have an influence on him like that.
It's been a couple of hours and the day is going by so incredibly slow. So I decided to go online and check out an online dating chat room. The site is called The Social Buzz, it's a new site, it is relatively new. But it is a good way to kill some time when you are bored at work.
