What's My Purpose In Life

The Explaination

I am so so so so sorry that I haven’t updated in a long time. It’s just that homework and life keep cutting into the time that I set to continue the story. Anyway, your wish is my command so here is a much much longer update. I hope you like it. Also I would appreciate it if you vote for my chapters and comment and say what you think. Here is the story!

“Really? Really? Really? Ok go ahead and explain right now?” I said pissed off voice.

“Ok, but can I explain in the house?”

“No. Now explain all of the lipstick stains on your face!”

“Miranda, lower your voice. Your voice is echoing.”

“No. I am not going to lower my voice until you explain all of this!”

“Come on, let me in,” Joseph trying to squeeze past the little amount of space that I left between myself and the door frame. As soon as he did that I stepped right in front of him.

“What will it take for you to explain that?”

“Letting me inside the house.”

“Fine,” I said and quickly grabbed him by the arm and dragged him inside the house. I locked the front door and dragged him to the living room. “You know what instead you are going to wash the shit off of your face then explain.” I grabbed him by the arm and dragged him by force again, but this time he was taking a trip to the bathroom.

“Wash your face then meet me in the living room.” Then I went straight to the living room.

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In the bathroom, I looked at myself in the mirror. I had lipstick all over my face and on my lips. Man, Jessica was quite kisser. I mean yeah I know that it is wrong to do this, but in my defense I have not had any action with Miranda ever since Chelsea was born. No, I’m exaggerating, but I have had it in years. So why not do my boss. Ever since I started doing it, I got promoted. I turned on the sink and used soap and water washed off all of Jessica’s lipstick and took a towel from the hook to dry my face. Now what am I going to Miranda. Oh well you see I haven’t done it years and on that you are always working so decided that I would do it with my manger. The good news is that I at least got promoted and I’m making money. Well now that I am thinking about it, it would make a great story to tell her. Nah. Who am I kidding, I am probably going to kicking out of house and she’ll be done spelling out done; D.O.N.E.

I got out of the bathroom and went to the living room like I was ordered to. Miranda had a confused, sad, disappointed, pissed off and many other emotions on her face. I sat down on the couch.

“Now explain,” she said gritting her teeth. I don’t know what to say.

“I don’t really know what say.”

“Well, who are you doing this with?” she said not looking me and I don’t blame her.

“Umm. I don’t think that you might want to know that kind of information.”

“Well, what should I know than?” she yelled.

“I don’t know what you want to know.”

“I am telling you right now that I want to know who you are doing whatever you are with!”

“If you say so…I was having sex with my boss.”

“What!” She jumped up from the couch. “What the fuck is wrong with you? Don’t you know that we are, incase you haven’t noticed, MARRIED!” She yelled and showed her hand to make sure that I see the ring.