This was to be the worst day of her life. She would remember this day with such distain and would wish upon all stars that she had never left her precious Fiffy in the care of that idiotic neighbour. That neighbour ruined her life forever. All would soon discover her secret and that was the biggest concern for her. Not the dog. Not her life. Not the accident. Her precious secret.
And to think that the day started off so well; a decent lie in at her apartment close to Arc De Triumph, the sun kissing her skin and the Adonis of all men embracing her. Pure bliss. The fact that the god-like creature in her bed could not string a coherent sentence together really didn’t perturb her. He was her trophy. Hers alone.
Everything was hanging in balance after that phone call.
Tangents and daydreams were not for today. First order of the day had changed and she needed to rethink her game plan. Quickly.
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