Caught In The Act

Dear Reader

Thank you for reading the first chapter of the book called, My Perfect Mess.

My Perfect Mess was originally written as an Interactive Story Game. I am in the process of adapting it into a novel form.

The original version contains a great deal of dialogue to fit the platform for which it was intended.

Though you can enjoy the story in its interactive format too as currently published. (eg when Becca speaks, the format will be as this: Becca ~ “What is there to explain, Matt.”)

Full adaptation is dependent on the popularity of the Interactive Story.

Let me know what you think, of My Perfect Mess.

Happy reading, Tatum Whispers

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He has done it again. As if the first two times were not enough, I am once again shattered. Why do I believe him every time? Why do I believe him when he says he won't do it again!

“Becca, please wait. It's not what you think. Let me explain.”

“What is there to explain, Matt.”

“It was an accident.”

“What she accidentally ended up on your cock.”

“Baby, it was a mistake. She means nothing to me.”

“Just like the other two. How many assistants do you actually go through? Or should I say screw? Land up on your desk with their legs spread open.”

“Becca, I love you, please stop, please don't do this to me, please don't do this to us.”

“Matt, how would you feel if I do this to you?”

“I would be furious; I would break the man that touches you.”

“And somehow, you expect me to be okay with this.”

“I know you are not okay with this. I am just scared baby, I have never loved someone as much as I do you.”

“Matt, that is bullshit. If you love someone, you don't screw around.”

“Baby, what can I do for you to forgive me?”

“How many times do you expect me to forgive you?”

“I am sorry, Becca. Please can we sit down and discuss this.”

“I think you should go put some pants on and check on your little friend.”

“Please, Becca.”

“Matt, I cannot deal with you now.”

“Baby, can we please work this out.”

I take a deep breath and look at him. I love him. I don't want to lose him.

“I will think about it.”

There is a glimmer of hope in his eyes, but I cannot help to think it is a glimmer of his next lie.

You would think that some big shot stockbroker would have the sense to lock his office when he decides to screw the barbie doll at the front desk.

Matt is my boyfriend of 6 years. This is the third time that he has cheated on me. I forgave him before, but I don't know if I can forgive him again.

I pull out my phone and dial Sammy, my best friend.

“Hey, babe.”

Even before I can get out a word, I burst out crying.

“Becca, what is wrong? Are you okay?”

I compose myself long enough to say. “He cheated.”

You can hear Sammy's voice turn into a deep anger.

“For fuck sakes, he did it again!

“I walked in on them...in his office.”

“Who is it this time?”

“Roxy...the receptionist.”

“How long?”

“I did not stop and ask.”

“Let's guess...36D...peroxide blonde...IQ the same as her shoe size?”

“You nailed it!”

“Where is he?”

“Probably still at work finishing it off.”

“Why are you still there? Pack your stuff and come here.”

“You know it is not that easy. This is my place just as much as it is his. I cannot just leave.”

“You can, and you will.”

“I don't want to make any harsh decisions now. I just need to think this through.”

“Babe, you know I love you. You need to listen to your commonsense and kick the cheating liar's ass on the street.”

“I know I should. I just don't know what to do with him yet. I never thought he would do it again. I swear the only brain he is definitely not between his ears.”

“I will be there in half an hour. We are going out!”

I think it might be just what I need. I don't know why I am feeling like the one that did something wrong. Sammy is right...where is he?

I bury my head in my pillow and scream as hard as I can. I will figure it out. Just not tonight.

In no time, Sammy is standing at my front door with a bottle of wine in one hand and a bag in the other.

I stare at her, and I know that she has something in that bag, which leads to nothing good.

As we pass the kitchen, Matt is standing there. Sammy gives him one look, and she can only muster one word...

“Manwhore.”

Matt is about to say something. I pull Sammy by the arm before she can dig her claws into him.

After grabbing some wine glasses, we head upstairs to my room.

“Sammy, what do you have in that bag?”

“First, you shower; we don't want that filth's smell on you.”

I turn for the shower, but before I leave the room, I hug Sammy.

“Thank you!”

“Any time, babe...now go get yourself cleaned off.”

After what nearly seems like an hour, I step out of the shower feeling refreshed. 

“Sammy has displayed the contents of the bag on my bed.”

“Sammy, are you serious? There is no way in hell I am putting that on.”

“Well, your other alternative will be the one I have on.”

“If Matt sees me walking out with this, he will kill me.”

“Really? After what that ass has done? All more the reason to do it.”

“How do you even move with it?”

“Very carefully!”

“Sammy, you do know that you are nuts!”

“Just do it already!”

I stare at myself long and hard in the mirror.

“Hell, why not?”

We spend another half hour drinking wine and getting ready for a night out. 

“Let's go!”

Here goes nothing...I hope Matt is still in the lounge...he is about to be pleasantly shocked.

As we make our way out...there sits Matt. He turns his head sharply...I don't know if it's anger or lust in his eyes...but it worked.

“And where exactly do you think you are going looking like that?”

Sammy looks at Matt and snaps at him, “None of your business.”

“Oh, it is my business. By the looks of you, I can see where Becca got this silly idea.”

“Maybe if you paid more attention to Becca, you would have noticed how beautiful she is...or wait, let me rephrase...how sexy she is.”

“Maybe you should mind your own business.”

“Where it comes to Becca, it is my business.”

“And your longest relationship is what...a month?”

“And your count now is...3?”

I cannot take this anymore. Sammy is not going to back down...especially if it is Matt. 

“Stop it! Both of you! This is not helping. Sammylet's go!”

I turn around and head for the door. I can feel Matt's eyes still on me. I turn around and look at me...a smile curling the corners of my mouth.

“Bye-bye, Matt. Don't wait up for me.”