becker, sienna j.

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full name sienna jane becker date of birth 07.27 (23) home town Providence, RI current city NYC, NY education Some college occupation Assistant to Marcus Flat, private collector. ________________________________________ The day he walked into my life is the day I should have turned around and ran away. But I didn't, because I was the silly girl in a downtown bar trying to drink a beer and failing. He'd had a girl with him, I remembered, but by the time he came up to me she was missing and I was probably already in love. It all fell into place after that, going on years and years of a relationship because I don't like to count the breaks. Not that it was easy. Or even really felt good. Whoever invented love stories sucks, like they really need to be offed or something. It's not fun, or a breath of fresh air, but it's dramatic and there's really no resolutions when you want them. We argued about his career choice and he got possessive. Then came the infidelity and some mild drug use and the occasional dose of being overprotective and there you have it. Us, in a nutshell. I have never been more hopelessly in love or infuriated as often. It's terrible but perfect, I can't imagine life without him, as sick as that is. And it really is, I promise you that. Meet my boss. To begin with, I haven't slept with him. It's sad that that has to be my first disclaimer, but the tumultuous relationship I'm in has put me in that position. I'd maneuvered through a steady string of jobs, from secretary temps to a GQ exec assistant, but this one has finally stuck. I just do what he asks, book flights, schedule auctions, bid on beautiful artwork and select vintage vehicles and make sure he wins. That's it. As long as he wins, his resources are available and his valuables are collected. I arrange those services, double and triple check confirmations, make sure deliveries are pristine and not a scratch is found on anything. It's simple and it pays, I couldn't ask for more. Even if Jerome hates me working closely with a single, successful man. Does jealousy ever play out? I wonder this every day, hoping that eventually the answer will be yes. My life: Today. My boyfriend has secrets. Many of them, in fact. Some I don't ask about, others I try to pull as much information out of him as possible until he confesses. It is a forever sense of ebbing and flowing, culminating in this finding. Jerome has this massive safe in our apartment, ok? And I don't mean that as exaggeration - it is high tech and intense and frightening. I tried to get into it several times out of curiosity, just to see if I could. But a fingerprint was involved, and this and that, and eventually I knew it was above me. So I hired someone. I should be ashamed but I'm not, incredibly satisfied with the click I heard and the squeak of the door pulling open. I didn't even flinch at the amount of cash he had, stacks thick through the entire container. I paid the man with some of it, even. But what caught me by surprise, and what still does, was the ring. Harry Winston, perfect cut and color and clarity. Bride Wars women would approve. I was hooked but never said anything, giddy with excitement at the possibilities. But they haven't come. It's been almost 2 months since I found it and there's been no hint or mention or question popped. And it's so frustrating! How long can I hold on to this news and not say anything to him? It's killing me, but the circumstances in which I found out would hurt worse. So for right now I'm currently in limbo, unsure of whether to be excited or annoyed about our possible future. All I want is a proposal, is that so hard?! ________________________________________ your name jill play-by erin heathz your most recent work idek