Post by josie alexa arlington on Mar 4, 2015 23:04:16 GMT -5
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"SPOTTED: PRINCE OF MONACO CAUGHT SNUGGLING WITH MYSTERY GIRL"
Alexander Grimaldi is no stranger to New York city. His Highness is as famous in America as he is in his own country, Monaco. He's been spotted out around town making political alliances and talking business, but who is this mystery woman? She's been spotted with him in more than one occasion. Could this be the Prince's new mistress? What does his wife think about this? I know what America thinks. America wants to know who this girl is. What is her name? What does she do? And more importantly, where did she come from? It seems they two have kept it under wraps for quite some time, but have now just come out in public with their relationship. The dark haired beauty is rumoured to be an employee of Sublime. I don't know how I feel about this as it seems unlikely that an escort would catch the eye of the crown prince of Monaco. Moreover, why would a man as high class as him go for a woman who has had her fair share of men? Everything about this relationship is questionable. If anyone knows more information about this woman, please, do tell more! We want to know
"SPOTTED: MYSTERY GIRL ATTENDS GALA WITH PRINCE
The mystery girl dating the Prince of Monaco has been solved! Thank you to my beloved readers who did all the snooping for me. Turns out the rumours are true. Miss Josie Sullivan is, indeed, an escort of Sublime. Talk about poor taste. Of all the women in New York City, the prince chooses a slut. The question is… what are these two doing together? My sources tell me that they've got some sort of agreement. She will be his companion in exchange for luxury. I guess Miss Josie is only looking after the money, but then again, that makes a lot more sense. She is an escort after all, and she'll need some sort of payment for her services. What I don't get, however, is why Mr. Grimaldi chose her of all people. Why not, I don't know, say… Me? Or someone who doesn't work as an escort and isn't barely legal. Miss Arlington must feel like a modern day princess, going from absolutely no one to the centre of attention for every tabloid out there, but believe me, Cinderella, you're not going to last very long out there.
"SPOTTED: JOSIE SULLIVAN HAVING HIGH TEA WITH THE PRINCESSES OF MONACO"
Is it just me or does it seem like Josie acts more like Alex Grimaldi's wife more than his own wife? And why, in the world, would his sisters even have high tea with the mistress? Do they not know anything about class and face? Apparently not because this is not the first time Cinderella has been out with their highnesses. They've been spotted shopping together, dining together and even attending the royal Christmas ball together. Where is this wife of his? Where, exactly, does Josie fit in this picture? Beats me. One thing is for sure though, it seems the Prince of Monaco is more than just smitten with the girl. Do I hear divorce papers being contracted?
"SPOTTED: JOSIE SULLIVAN VS PAPARAZZI"
Girl's got some claws. For those of you who live under a rock, let me catch you up on the latest viral video. From what I hear, the reporter was asking Miss Sullivan some questions, nicely if I may add, and she completely lost it. The thirty seconds video shows her bitching about people always following her and asking stupid questions. What you need to know is that she sounds like a spoiled brat, and nothing about her screams princess material. If you want to see the video for yourself, the link is on my bio page.
PRINCE ALEXANDER GRIMALDI OF MONACO HAVE CALLED IT QUITS WITH LONG TIME MISTRESS JOSIE SULLIVAN.
After a year and a half long relationship, the couple have decided to end things. His Highness made a statement regarding their relationship early Friday morning claiming that it was a mutual decision. Sources close to the prince say otherwise. They claim that Alexander and Josie have had multiple disagreements the past few months regarding her position in his life. It seems that Josie was ready to settle down into something more serious, but the prince refuses to divorce his wife. Prince Alexander thinks that Josie is not "wife material" and that she behaves like a child with her attitude. The pair have not been seen together since the split, and sources say that neither of them are even talking to each other. Alexander is due to fly back to Monaco later this week. Will Josie try to stop him from leaving?
"i have known josie all my life, and i can sum her up in one word for you. bitch. she doesn't care about anyone but herself, and is always looking for a way to get money. she has no regards for other people's feelings and believes herself to be above everyone else. she will climb the ladder no matter the cost and what she has to do to get there. she will stomp all over you and just not give a shit about anything. i have never met anyone more shallow, materialistic and snobby than her. she is a gold digging slut. stay far, far away from her."
"SPOTTED: PRINCE OF MONACO CAUGHT SNUGGLING WITH MYSTERY GIRL"
Alexander Grimaldi is no stranger to New York city. His Highness is as famous in America as he is in his own country, Monaco. He's been spotted out around town making political alliances and talking business, but who is this mystery woman? She's been spotted with him in more than one occasion. Could this be the Prince's new mistress? What does his wife think about this? I know what America thinks. America wants to know who this girl is. What is her name? What does she do? And more importantly, where did she come from? It seems they two have kept it under wraps for quite some time, but have now just come out in public with their relationship. The dark haired beauty is rumoured to be an employee of Sublime. I don't know how I feel about this as it seems unlikely that an escort would catch the eye of the crown prince of Monaco. Moreover, why would a man as high class as him go for a woman who has had her fair share of men? Everything about this relationship is questionable. If anyone knows more information about this woman, please, do tell more! We want to know
"SPOTTED: MYSTERY GIRL ATTENDS GALA WITH PRINCE
The mystery girl dating the Prince of Monaco has been solved! Thank you to my beloved readers who did all the snooping for me. Turns out the rumours are true. Miss Josie Sullivan is, indeed, an escort of Sublime. Talk about poor taste. Of all the women in New York City, the prince chooses a slut. The question is… what are these two doing together? My sources tell me that they've got some sort of agreement. She will be his companion in exchange for luxury. I guess Miss Josie is only looking after the money, but then again, that makes a lot more sense. She is an escort after all, and she'll need some sort of payment for her services. What I don't get, however, is why Mr. Grimaldi chose her of all people. Why not, I don't know, say… Me? Or someone who doesn't work as an escort and isn't barely legal. Miss Arlington must feel like a modern day princess, going from absolutely no one to the centre of attention for every tabloid out there, but believe me, Cinderella, you're not going to last very long out there.
"SPOTTED: JOSIE SULLIVAN HAVING HIGH TEA WITH THE PRINCESSES OF MONACO"
Is it just me or does it seem like Josie acts more like Alex Grimaldi's wife more than his own wife? And why, in the world, would his sisters even have high tea with the mistress? Do they not know anything about class and face? Apparently not because this is not the first time Cinderella has been out with their highnesses. They've been spotted shopping together, dining together and even attending the royal Christmas ball together. Where is this wife of his? Where, exactly, does Josie fit in this picture? Beats me. One thing is for sure though, it seems the Prince of Monaco is more than just smitten with the girl. Do I hear divorce papers being contracted?
"SPOTTED: JOSIE SULLIVAN VS PAPARAZZI"
Girl's got some claws. For those of you who live under a rock, let me catch you up on the latest viral video. From what I hear, the reporter was asking Miss Sullivan some questions, nicely if I may add, and she completely lost it. The thirty seconds video shows her bitching about people always following her and asking stupid questions. What you need to know is that she sounds like a spoiled brat, and nothing about her screams princess material. If you want to see the video for yourself, the link is on my bio page.
PRINCE ALEXANDER GRIMALDI OF MONACO HAVE CALLED IT QUITS WITH LONG TIME MISTRESS JOSIE SULLIVAN.
After a year and a half long relationship, the couple have decided to end things. His Highness made a statement regarding their relationship early Friday morning claiming that it was a mutual decision. Sources close to the prince say otherwise. They claim that Alexander and Josie have had multiple disagreements the past few months regarding her position in his life. It seems that Josie was ready to settle down into something more serious, but the prince refuses to divorce his wife. Prince Alexander thinks that Josie is not "wife material" and that she behaves like a child with her attitude. The pair have not been seen together since the split, and sources say that neither of them are even talking to each other. Alexander is due to fly back to Monaco later this week. Will Josie try to stop him from leaving?
"i have known josie all my life, and i can sum her up in one word for you. bitch. she doesn't care about anyone but herself, and is always looking for a way to get money. she has no regards for other people's feelings and believes herself to be above everyone else. she will climb the ladder no matter the cost and what she has to do to get there. she will stomp all over you and just not give a shit about anything. i have never met anyone more shallow, materialistic and snobby than her. she is a gold digging slut. stay far, far away from her."
- anonymous
"josie?! i hate that girl with a passion. ugh, don't even get me started on her. how the fuck does a girl like her ever get the literal prince in real life? i just don't understand what he sees in her. she's obviously after his money. she doesn't even love him. all she cares about is money. i've worked with the girl. she will sleep with anyone that has money. she'd do anything. to her, it's all about the money. i just don't get it. she's the worst kind of human in this planet. heartless, rude, and more importantly, a home wrecker. "
- olivia
"you are not seriously comparing her to me. i'm a bitch, yes, and i'm sarcastic as fuck, but i am nothing like that whore. for one, i don't sleep around. two, i definitely don't sleep around for money. i could care less about money. i mean it's nice, but not mandatory. three, i don't deal with married men. especially when said man is the prince of monaco. we may have similarities look wise, but there are only small aspects of our personality that are alike. if i could cut relations with her, i would have done so long ago. unfortunately, she is my half sister and there's not much i could do about it except pretend she doesn't exist. she can do whatever the fuck she wants with her life. she'll get what she deserves when karma comes back around to kick her in the ass."
- paisley
dear, hey
ugh, i'm just going to start. so for my creative writing class, my prof wants the class to do a journal of sorts and then hand it back to him. this is just a rough draft but whatever. i'm sure i'll get around to polishing it eventually. the prof wants us to write about our life, preferably on a daily basis. i can barely remember what the fuck i ate last night, let alone write about my past. so he can suck it. anyway, i guess i'll just go ahead and start this thing. i was born out of wedlock to a man named julian williams, a wealthy man who didn't seem to be tied down by children or the idea of it. he was long gone before my mother even finished her first trimester. after my mother gave birth to me, i was, almost immediately, an orphan. my mother put me in a basket with a few of her own possessions and left me outside the door of an orphanage in the middle of the night. talk about great parenting skills. do i hold a grudge against them? you can bet your ass on it. do i hate them? i don't know. how do you hate someone you've never met in your life? i mean, i've read about my mother from the journal entries she's left me, but that's different. that's like reading a book, not meeting the person. so i guess i'm indifferent about it.
i was born in los angeles, california. at six months, i was adopted to this couple that have been trying for a kid for years before they found out that the girl wasn't able to reproduce. i don't remember anything from it. it was a short stay. they kept me for a grand total of three months before they decided they weren't ready for a kid and put me back in an orphanage. it wasn't long before i was adopted into another family. i was with them until i was two years old before i went back to the orphanage. the reason they didn't want me was because they finally succeeded in giving birth to a baby girl and they no longer had any use for me anymore. once again, i was back to the orphanage. and by that time, i was already starting to be classified as "too old" for adoption. no one wanted to adopt a kid that was already so big. i stayed with that orphanage until i was about five years old and then i was placed into foster care. and from then on, it was just move after move, foster care after foster care.
i can describe foster care in two words for you. fucked up. you meet the most messed up human beings ever. i mean, i guess my foster siblings weren't so bad. they're pretty much like me. we're all just trying to get out of the system, make a living for ourselves, shit like that. because who wouldn't want to get out of the system? it was impossible, but it didn't stop us from trying. the foster "parents" are shit. all they care about are the government grants they get for each kid they take in. i guess i can't say they're all bad. i mean there's the occasional nice ones, but they don't last long as foster parents. the kids will take advantage of that. i would. but i mean, that's just me. i'm the kind of person that takes what she gets with no hesitation. it's their fault for being so trustworthy to begin with.
i got my first part time job when i was twelve with some babysitting gigs, so i guess it wasn't really a job. more like.... yeah, i don't know. we'll call it a job. and from there, i moved onto better paying jobs, etc. i was fourteen when i was adopted into the roberts family. i mean, they weren't so bad. i was the only kid there, so it was a change from the billion of kids there are in foster care. they were decent, i guess. boring.... but decent. i stuck around for two years before i applied for emancipation. since i had no record of trouble with authority (that they know of), it was approved, and i was granted the privilege. with the money i saved up, i moved back to la. at first, it was so i could meet my dad- which i did... from afar- but then i freaked out and moved to tennessee instead. i was a little sick of moving after that, so i stuck around and went to school. i never confronted my father and i don't think i will any time soon. although.... at sixteen, confronting him had seemed like a good idea. mainly because he's fucking loaded. i mean i can use that kind of cash. but, i thought better of it. it would probably be smarter to observe him first.
in the meantime, i worked two jobs to support myself while i went to school. i lost my virginity at seventeen to this asshole who was rich off his ass. the only reason i slept with him was because i knew he carried a wad of cash in his wallet. was that stealing? nah. that guy was an asshole. and what's a couple thousand dollars to him? he doesn't need it. since then, i had pretty much slept with every rich guy there was. occasionally, they would pay me to be their arm candy, chase away crazy ex girlfriends, piss the parents off, stuff like that. hey, i mean money is money. i will take what i get. sex is just sex. nothing special. by eighteen, i graduated and moved onto college- where i met my friend brittany who works at sublime for some extra cash. she introduced me to the owner and even though i was only eighteen at the time, he still hired me. at first i worked as a server, and then i soon moved onto bartending and then escorting- like brittany. it wasn't an ideal job, but it was better than prostitution in the streets and it paid well. plus, if i wasn't escorting, then i was serving on the first floor of sublime. i could use all the money i could get. not only for school, rent, bills and shit like that, but also for shopping. duh. i mean, yeah, i have one hot body, but i do like to look good in what i wear.
i am currently majoring in business. so why the creative writing class? i don't fucking know. seemed fun at the time. clearly i'm an idiot. let's see.... what more can i fill this lame ass assignment with? how about personality? well, i guess i am pretty cavalier about the shit i do, and things i say. half the time, i'm not even thinking about what i say. words just come out of my mouth. i'm pretty feisty, you could say. i don't take shit from others. believe me. i will go ape shit on your ass if you mess with me. i don't play well with those who don't understand the word "no." i've been told i'm heartless and a complete and total bitch. not that i give a shit. there's only really two things i care about. first, that's money. whoever said money can't buy happiness is clearly a retard. second is shopping. i love clothes, lingerie, etc. so i'm a bit girly. can you blame me? i'm one of those superficial bitches. i'm the mean girl in those teenage novels. most people call me a gold digger, i call it smart investments. i guess i party a little too much to be healthy, but hey, i'm young, so whatever.
uhhhh.... what else? oh fuck it. i can't hand this shit in. there are things my prof does not need to know.
josie felt shattered. was this what a broken heart felt like? was this what it was like to feel something? to care so much that you wonder if it was worth it at the end? she didn't know. this feeling was foreign to her. she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself or how to handle the situation. she could barely believe that this was all over. all because she bitched out the reporter. alexander had knowingly gotten himself involved with her despite knowing what kind of person she was. he knew she was a bitch. he knew she loved money and that she didn't care about anything. he knew that. he even told her that was what's refreshing about her. it was because she was honest. at least she didn't tried to hide what kind of person she was. he knew all this. and yet, he still started a relationship with her. he fed her false hope that he would leave his wife for her. he had assured her that woman meant nothing to him as he only married her to please his father before he passed away. he told her that he wanted a future with her, not his wife. he lied to her. he made her feel like she was worth more than what people thought of her. he saw her. they spent so much time together, getting to know one another. she knew things about him that no one else knew. she told him things about her past that she's never told anyone before because she trusted him. she had fallen head over heels for him. she had told herself not to. she had warned herself of the outcomes, but she didn't listen. her heart had its eyes set on alex. he was enticing and mysterious and foreign. she had never met her match. he was it. he gave it back as he good as he got. she's never met someone so much like her in terms of wit. he was addicting. how could she not fall for him when he made her feel like it was possible for them to have a future together? and now it was all over. it's over and now she's left with just memories of them. memories and loneliness.
RECENT
"describe josie…" the man chuckles, shaking his head, "you would never believe the words i have to say. she is much different from the girl you know now." you raise a brow at the man. you want to know more. what did he mean different? "i knew her many years ago, when she was in tennessee. she had went by a different surname at the time. she was, however, quite famous at the time, but under different circumstances with a different kind of relationship with a man." the man has got you intrigued about congressman dalton's assistant. the woman was well known for always being by the congressman's side. she was never straying too far from him. if she wasn't near him, it was because she was running errands for him. from business meetings, conferences, to being reduced to a simple coffee girl. when the congressman refused interviews, she would step in for her boss. she was always curt. polite with her answers, but curt and short. she was the kind of woman who went straight down to business. she was a no nonsense kind of person when she was in interviews. there have been moments of sarcasm that shows she wasn't as uptight as she looked to be. she could make the crowd laugh and joke along if she felt that things were getting too serious. she was a problem diffuser, you can see that. however, you wanted to know more about this girl. was there a secret hiding behind that smile of her's? what relationship did this man mean? you want to know everything. "josie was quite opposite of who she is now. the girl you know is hardworking. she's not quite cold, but she is extremely guarded. it makes her seem unapproachable, but once you get to know her, you'll see she's just careful of the friends she chooses. she is fiercely protective of her friends and her career. she has great attention to detail and is very good at reading people- which is why congressman dalton lets her take the steering wheel with the public as much as he does." yes, he was correct. josie arlington was, indeed, an extremely meticulous person. she had a way with the crowd. she can just walk into a room and all eyes would be on her. it was her presence that drew people in. the way she held herself, the way she smiled or looked at you. you didn't have to be around her long to be hooked. she was a magnet you couldn't detach from. people loved her. she was an obvious help to congressman dalton's career. without her, he wouldn't be where he was. and to think she had only been employed with him for two years. what a big difference those two years have been for the congressman. "however, you'll notice that sometimes she'll struggle with the words she has to say and what she wants to say." he laughs, shaking his head, "she passes it off as her truly contemplating her answer, but really, she's actually filtering her thoughts. she's holding her tongue to not say something snarky or mean." snarky? that didn't seem like the josie you read about in magazines and news articles. josie arlington was controlled. she was always one step ahead with her answers, like she was expecting it. she was extremely smart. "she wasn't always like this. she wasn't a nice person. she was snappy and rude. she never cared about anyone but herself. all she cared for was money. i've never met anyone who was as ice cold and conniving as her." this surprises you. this sounds like a completely different person. you wonder if this is true. was he lying? you look at him again, studying his eyes. you can see he's telling the truth. this doesn't nearly satisfy your cravings for more information. "but people change. she certainly did. however, it was under circumstances in which i wish no one would have had to go through." you want to urge him to continue. tell you more about her. you want to know what kind of circumstances. the suspense was killing you. you part your lips to ask him to tell you more, but he beats you to it. "unfortunately, that's all the information i can disclose. i can tell you, however, she changed for the better and while there are still doubters out there, i know she is trying. she wants to be a better person, and i think that's all that matters."
1 NEW MESSAGE
MR. DALTON
thank you for the coffee and laying out my suit for me. don't know what i'd do without you.
1 NEW MESSAGE
MR. DALTON
running late. stall the meeting for me?
1 NEW MESSAGE
MR. DALTON
hey josie, left my wallet in my apartment, can you grab it for me?
1 NEW MESSAGE
DON'T REPLY!!!!
hey josie, it's alex. can we please talk? you can't ignore me forever.
3 NEW MESSAGES
DON'T REPLY!!!!
josie, please…
can we please talk?
i know you're angry, but can you let me explain?
1 NEW MESSAGE
MR. DALTON
thanks for dealing with that disaster!
dear alex,
hi, i hope you are doing well. i realize i have not responded to any of your messages. it's just that i did not know how to respond. i thought a letter might be more appropriate. i wanted to get out what i have to say before you say what you need to say. it's not that i don't want you to hear you out, i just feel that i no longer need an explanation from you. i understand why you chose her over me. i was never fit to be the princess of monaco, and quite honestly, i don't think i even want to be one. i was so young and naive. i would have never been ready to rule a country next to you, and i know that now. however, you need to understand that i was completely and wholly in love with you. i loved you. i was willing to become whoever you wanted me to be so you'd be happy. you were my whole world. and you made me feel…. happy. like i wasn't just some whore everyone thought i was. you saw good in me that i didn't know existed. and then you went ahead and you broke my heart, alex. shattered it into pieces and then pan fried the pieces in a medium level heated pan. you had given me so much hope, promised me so much, and then you decided one day that you were going to change your mind. do you know how that made me feel? it made me feel like our entire relationship was a lie. that every word coming out of your mouth was a lie. and that killed me. to be lied to like that. i knew that our original agreement was that i would be your companion in exchange for lavish gifts, but i know your feelings for me grew as much as mine did for you. because how do you fake an emotion like that? how could you look at me like that and not mean it? i guess it doesn't matter because i know what we did was wrong. you were married. that woman did not deserve any of that. i was a home wrecker, and i know your wife would never forgive me, but i do apologize profusely. i am so sincerely sorry for the pain i have caused her. if i could take it all back, i would. because you and i, alex, we were never meant to be together. we both wanted different things. you liked that we agreed to have no strings attached, but i had wanted so much more than that from you. you wanted me to be someone i would never be. and let's be honest, you would have never left her for me. and that's okay. it made me the person i am today, and for that, i am thankful for. without this experience, i would have never realized that i needed to do some growing up and actually get my act together. so thank you. but this has to be the end of the road for us, alex. you can't keep messaging me. it's not fair for me or for your wife. you had made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me. please don't make this any harder for me. i appreciate all the things you've done for me, but you have to stop. we can't continue this. i love you alex, but we both need to move on. you need to let me move on. please, for my sake. i can't keep living like this with you constantly on my mind. let us go because that's what i'll be doing. we both deserve to be happy. your wife deserves to be happy. i wish you both the very best in your lives together and that she is able to get to know you the way i did.
i was born in los angeles, california. at six months, i was adopted to this couple that have been trying for a kid for years before they found out that the girl wasn't able to reproduce. i don't remember anything from it. it was a short stay. they kept me for a grand total of three months before they decided they weren't ready for a kid and put me back in an orphanage. it wasn't long before i was adopted into another family. i was with them until i was two years old before i went back to the orphanage. the reason they didn't want me was because they finally succeeded in giving birth to a baby girl and they no longer had any use for me anymore. once again, i was back to the orphanage. and by that time, i was already starting to be classified as "too old" for adoption. no one wanted to adopt a kid that was already so big. i stayed with that orphanage until i was about five years old and then i was placed into foster care. and from then on, it was just move after move, foster care after foster care.
i can describe foster care in two words for you. fucked up. you meet the most messed up human beings ever. i mean, i guess my foster siblings weren't so bad. they're pretty much like me. we're all just trying to get out of the system, make a living for ourselves, shit like that. because who wouldn't want to get out of the system? it was impossible, but it didn't stop us from trying. the foster "parents" are shit. all they care about are the government grants they get for each kid they take in. i guess i can't say they're all bad. i mean there's the occasional nice ones, but they don't last long as foster parents. the kids will take advantage of that. i would. but i mean, that's just me. i'm the kind of person that takes what she gets with no hesitation. it's their fault for being so trustworthy to begin with.
i got my first part time job when i was twelve with some babysitting gigs, so i guess it wasn't really a job. more like.... yeah, i don't know. we'll call it a job. and from there, i moved onto better paying jobs, etc. i was fourteen when i was adopted into the roberts family. i mean, they weren't so bad. i was the only kid there, so it was a change from the billion of kids there are in foster care. they were decent, i guess. boring.... but decent. i stuck around for two years before i applied for emancipation. since i had no record of trouble with authority (that they know of), it was approved, and i was granted the privilege. with the money i saved up, i moved back to la. at first, it was so i could meet my dad- which i did... from afar- but then i freaked out and moved to tennessee instead. i was a little sick of moving after that, so i stuck around and went to school. i never confronted my father and i don't think i will any time soon. although.... at sixteen, confronting him had seemed like a good idea. mainly because he's fucking loaded. i mean i can use that kind of cash. but, i thought better of it. it would probably be smarter to observe him first.
in the meantime, i worked two jobs to support myself while i went to school. i lost my virginity at seventeen to this asshole who was rich off his ass. the only reason i slept with him was because i knew he carried a wad of cash in his wallet. was that stealing? nah. that guy was an asshole. and what's a couple thousand dollars to him? he doesn't need it. since then, i had pretty much slept with every rich guy there was. occasionally, they would pay me to be their arm candy, chase away crazy ex girlfriends, piss the parents off, stuff like that. hey, i mean money is money. i will take what i get. sex is just sex. nothing special. by eighteen, i graduated and moved onto college- where i met my friend brittany who works at sublime for some extra cash. she introduced me to the owner and even though i was only eighteen at the time, he still hired me. at first i worked as a server, and then i soon moved onto bartending and then escorting- like brittany. it wasn't an ideal job, but it was better than prostitution in the streets and it paid well. plus, if i wasn't escorting, then i was serving on the first floor of sublime. i could use all the money i could get. not only for school, rent, bills and shit like that, but also for shopping. duh. i mean, yeah, i have one hot body, but i do like to look good in what i wear.
i am currently majoring in business. so why the creative writing class? i don't fucking know. seemed fun at the time. clearly i'm an idiot. let's see.... what more can i fill this lame ass assignment with? how about personality? well, i guess i am pretty cavalier about the shit i do, and things i say. half the time, i'm not even thinking about what i say. words just come out of my mouth. i'm pretty feisty, you could say. i don't take shit from others. believe me. i will go ape shit on your ass if you mess with me. i don't play well with those who don't understand the word "no." i've been told i'm heartless and a complete and total bitch. not that i give a shit. there's only really two things i care about. first, that's money. whoever said money can't buy happiness is clearly a retard. second is shopping. i love clothes, lingerie, etc. so i'm a bit girly. can you blame me? i'm one of those superficial bitches. i'm the mean girl in those teenage novels. most people call me a gold digger, i call it smart investments. i guess i party a little too much to be healthy, but hey, i'm young, so whatever.
uhhhh.... what else? oh fuck it. i can't hand this shit in. there are things my prof does not need to know.
josie felt shattered. was this what a broken heart felt like? was this what it was like to feel something? to care so much that you wonder if it was worth it at the end? she didn't know. this feeling was foreign to her. she wasn't quite sure what to do with herself or how to handle the situation. she could barely believe that this was all over. all because she bitched out the reporter. alexander had knowingly gotten himself involved with her despite knowing what kind of person she was. he knew she was a bitch. he knew she loved money and that she didn't care about anything. he knew that. he even told her that was what's refreshing about her. it was because she was honest. at least she didn't tried to hide what kind of person she was. he knew all this. and yet, he still started a relationship with her. he fed her false hope that he would leave his wife for her. he had assured her that woman meant nothing to him as he only married her to please his father before he passed away. he told her that he wanted a future with her, not his wife. he lied to her. he made her feel like she was worth more than what people thought of her. he saw her. they spent so much time together, getting to know one another. she knew things about him that no one else knew. she told him things about her past that she's never told anyone before because she trusted him. she had fallen head over heels for him. she had told herself not to. she had warned herself of the outcomes, but she didn't listen. her heart had its eyes set on alex. he was enticing and mysterious and foreign. she had never met her match. he was it. he gave it back as he good as he got. she's never met someone so much like her in terms of wit. he was addicting. how could she not fall for him when he made her feel like it was possible for them to have a future together? and now it was all over. it's over and now she's left with just memories of them. memories and loneliness.
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"describe josie…" the man chuckles, shaking his head, "you would never believe the words i have to say. she is much different from the girl you know now." you raise a brow at the man. you want to know more. what did he mean different? "i knew her many years ago, when she was in tennessee. she had went by a different surname at the time. she was, however, quite famous at the time, but under different circumstances with a different kind of relationship with a man." the man has got you intrigued about congressman dalton's assistant. the woman was well known for always being by the congressman's side. she was never straying too far from him. if she wasn't near him, it was because she was running errands for him. from business meetings, conferences, to being reduced to a simple coffee girl. when the congressman refused interviews, she would step in for her boss. she was always curt. polite with her answers, but curt and short. she was the kind of woman who went straight down to business. she was a no nonsense kind of person when she was in interviews. there have been moments of sarcasm that shows she wasn't as uptight as she looked to be. she could make the crowd laugh and joke along if she felt that things were getting too serious. she was a problem diffuser, you can see that. however, you wanted to know more about this girl. was there a secret hiding behind that smile of her's? what relationship did this man mean? you want to know everything. "josie was quite opposite of who she is now. the girl you know is hardworking. she's not quite cold, but she is extremely guarded. it makes her seem unapproachable, but once you get to know her, you'll see she's just careful of the friends she chooses. she is fiercely protective of her friends and her career. she has great attention to detail and is very good at reading people- which is why congressman dalton lets her take the steering wheel with the public as much as he does." yes, he was correct. josie arlington was, indeed, an extremely meticulous person. she had a way with the crowd. she can just walk into a room and all eyes would be on her. it was her presence that drew people in. the way she held herself, the way she smiled or looked at you. you didn't have to be around her long to be hooked. she was a magnet you couldn't detach from. people loved her. she was an obvious help to congressman dalton's career. without her, he wouldn't be where he was. and to think she had only been employed with him for two years. what a big difference those two years have been for the congressman. "however, you'll notice that sometimes she'll struggle with the words she has to say and what she wants to say." he laughs, shaking his head, "she passes it off as her truly contemplating her answer, but really, she's actually filtering her thoughts. she's holding her tongue to not say something snarky or mean." snarky? that didn't seem like the josie you read about in magazines and news articles. josie arlington was controlled. she was always one step ahead with her answers, like she was expecting it. she was extremely smart. "she wasn't always like this. she wasn't a nice person. she was snappy and rude. she never cared about anyone but herself. all she cared for was money. i've never met anyone who was as ice cold and conniving as her." this surprises you. this sounds like a completely different person. you wonder if this is true. was he lying? you look at him again, studying his eyes. you can see he's telling the truth. this doesn't nearly satisfy your cravings for more information. "but people change. she certainly did. however, it was under circumstances in which i wish no one would have had to go through." you want to urge him to continue. tell you more about her. you want to know what kind of circumstances. the suspense was killing you. you part your lips to ask him to tell you more, but he beats you to it. "unfortunately, that's all the information i can disclose. i can tell you, however, she changed for the better and while there are still doubters out there, i know she is trying. she wants to be a better person, and i think that's all that matters."
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MR. DALTON
thank you for the coffee and laying out my suit for me. don't know what i'd do without you.
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MR. DALTON
running late. stall the meeting for me?
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MR. DALTON
hey josie, left my wallet in my apartment, can you grab it for me?
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DON'T REPLY!!!!
hey josie, it's alex. can we please talk? you can't ignore me forever.
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DON'T REPLY!!!!
josie, please…
can we please talk?
i know you're angry, but can you let me explain?
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MR. DALTON
thanks for dealing with that disaster!
dear alex,
hi, i hope you are doing well. i realize i have not responded to any of your messages. it's just that i did not know how to respond. i thought a letter might be more appropriate. i wanted to get out what i have to say before you say what you need to say. it's not that i don't want you to hear you out, i just feel that i no longer need an explanation from you. i understand why you chose her over me. i was never fit to be the princess of monaco, and quite honestly, i don't think i even want to be one. i was so young and naive. i would have never been ready to rule a country next to you, and i know that now. however, you need to understand that i was completely and wholly in love with you. i loved you. i was willing to become whoever you wanted me to be so you'd be happy. you were my whole world. and you made me feel…. happy. like i wasn't just some whore everyone thought i was. you saw good in me that i didn't know existed. and then you went ahead and you broke my heart, alex. shattered it into pieces and then pan fried the pieces in a medium level heated pan. you had given me so much hope, promised me so much, and then you decided one day that you were going to change your mind. do you know how that made me feel? it made me feel like our entire relationship was a lie. that every word coming out of your mouth was a lie. and that killed me. to be lied to like that. i knew that our original agreement was that i would be your companion in exchange for lavish gifts, but i know your feelings for me grew as much as mine did for you. because how do you fake an emotion like that? how could you look at me like that and not mean it? i guess it doesn't matter because i know what we did was wrong. you were married. that woman did not deserve any of that. i was a home wrecker, and i know your wife would never forgive me, but i do apologize profusely. i am so sincerely sorry for the pain i have caused her. if i could take it all back, i would. because you and i, alex, we were never meant to be together. we both wanted different things. you liked that we agreed to have no strings attached, but i had wanted so much more than that from you. you wanted me to be someone i would never be. and let's be honest, you would have never left her for me. and that's okay. it made me the person i am today, and for that, i am thankful for. without this experience, i would have never realized that i needed to do some growing up and actually get my act together. so thank you. but this has to be the end of the road for us, alex. you can't keep messaging me. it's not fair for me or for your wife. you had made it clear that you wanted nothing to do with me. please don't make this any harder for me. i appreciate all the things you've done for me, but you have to stop. we can't continue this. i love you alex, but we both need to move on. you need to let me move on. please, for my sake. i can't keep living like this with you constantly on my mind. let us go because that's what i'll be doing. we both deserve to be happy. your wife deserves to be happy. i wish you both the very best in your lives together and that she is able to get to know you the way i did.
love always,
josie sullivan
josie arlington
josie arlington
SHELLEY HENNIG - LOCAL - WRITTEN BY RUBY
