The Assistant (GxG)

And You Are?

Sierra POV:

"What the fuck is going on here?"
My eyes widened at the sound of Mia's voice. Kristen immediately withdrew her hands and I suddenly missed her touch.

"Sierra, what the hell?" Mia asked, walking up to us, drawing the attention of many people around us.

"Mia this is Kristen, she's my assistant" I reassured her, placing my hands up.

"Bullshit. Lea is your assistant" she retorted, folding her hands and her face in disgust.

"No, not for the next few months. Lea broke her ankle, I told you this like 3 weeks ago" I replied sitting back in my chair.

"If she's your assistant why are you getting all lovey dovey with each other? And why the fuck are you here" she asked, rolling her eyes at my excuses.

"Listen, I don't have time for this, my lunch hour is almost up. If you don't believe me, you can call Lea. And I brought her here because I wanted to, you can't control my actions or who I spend time with Mia" I state, standing from my chair, gesturing for Kristen to do the same.

Taking the signal, Kristen hesitantly stood. Mia's head whipped to face Kristen, as she looked her up and down. Narrowing her eyes at Kris, she turned back to face me.

"As a matter of fact, why are you here? Aren't you on some shit ass diet?" I inquired, tilting my head at her in question. Just as she opened her mouth to argue, I scoffed and walked straight past her, catching up with Kristen.

My body jerked back, as my arm was yanked backwards, bringing me to face Mia.

"When you get home I'm gonna-" she threatens, as I cut her off.

"You're gonna what? What the hell are you gonna fucking do Mia?" I challenge.

Her face runs cold, not knowing how to respond. I scoff once more, turn back and storm off to the car.

I'd never fought with Mia like that before. I was usually the underdog in the relationship, trying to please her. I didn't even know I could stand up the way I just did.

I'm just glad I didn't hit her. I'm known to have quite the temper, but I've never been so angry in.....well years.

I haven't done anything fueled by pure anger since I was 16, when I got into a fight in highschool. After that my grandad made me transfer schools and sent me to anger management classes. I've been in complete control since then. Well, up until a few moments ago.

As I got back in the car, I sighed and ran my hands through my hair. I turned to the passenger side to see a very shaken Kristen.

Ah shit. I forgot she was with me.

"I'm sorry about that, I don't usually blow up at people like that" I apologized.

She didn't respond, as she seemed to be still processing what just happened.

"Wh-who was she?" she asked, her eyebrows coming together in confusion.

"That was Mia.........my fiancé" I mumble out, looking straight forward.

For some reason it felt strange to day those words. My relationship with Mia was barely anything of that of one between people who even like each other. It felt wrong coming out of my mouth.

"Oh....." she whispered, shifting in her seat.

"Explains her reaction" she uncomfortably chuckled, turning away from me and looking out the window.

Humming in response, I examine her body language, before driving off.

~

When we got back to the office, as soon as I parked; Kristen quickly got out of the car and walked past me straight, heading back to her office.

She closed her door with a small slam, still refusing to say a word to me. The moment I got back to my own office, I locked the door and sat at my desk.

She was fucking some slut on the side, and has the audacity to come up and accuse me like that? She was on some idiotic diet every damn week, yet she's at the ice cream parlor? I've only taken her there once, and it was our 2 year anniversary.

How does she even find time to remember that when she didn't even remember my birthday 2 weeks ago? The realization of my situation finally hit me, and with full force.

My emotions rose up and took over my actions. Fueled and empowered by pain and anger, I rampaged and threw everything off my desk. I let out a loud scream, before falling to the ground crying.

As I wipe my tears, the feel of the cold silver on my hand infuriates me. Pulling my ring off, I throw it to the other side of the room, burying my head in my hands.