<hr/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: times new roman;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;"><em><strong>Name:</strong> Andrea “Andi” Spalding <strong>Location:</strong> On her way Home <strong>Tags:</strong> The wife &amp; kids</em></span></span><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/nRxknSt.jpg)</div><br/>In the backseat of the brand new Mercedes S-Class, Andi sat tucked into the Italian leather with her iPad, scrolling through emails as her driver navigated the luxury vehicle through evening traffic. The usual monotonous drivel was taking up her feed. New designs for handbags or bras to be put into her fashion line for approval, store locations and leases to be reviewed, changes in security that needed to be updated. Didn’t she have a personal assistant for these mundane responsibilities?<br/><br/><em>Oh, right.</em>She thought as the next email came through. Assistant was fired last week for incompetence. New one needed on the horizon and look, her friend just sent her over a resume and something else…<br/><br/>A horn blared suddenly next to her car door. Andi looked up from the iPad and pulled down the mocha-colored Chanel sunglasses and peered out the tinted window. The driver of the SUV was obviously upset with the man in front of him.<br/><br/>Non-plussed, the glasses back in their rightful place and a graceful hand tucking her blonde locks to the side, she went back to reading.<br/><br/>Along with a resume for her cousin’s son – nepotism at its best – her friend sent her a link to a blog she found. One that apparently her whole office was talking about. And seeing as how her friend worked for one of the premier talent agencies in L.A., this had to be a buzz.<br/><br/>Clicking the link with one lithe, French-manicured finger that was adorned by a rose-gold ring knuckle ring, she waited for it to load and brushed off a piece of invisible lint from the nude-colored Versace pencil skirt that covered her long legs just to the bottom of her knees. When her gaze returned to the iPad, she saw that it had brought up a blog. Maybe a new review on some of the pieces her stores were selling? Or this personal assistant candidate’s fashion blog? Andi brought the iPad up and began reading just as the car was pulling forward to take the exit required.<br/><br/>….<br/><br/>The noise of the traffic, radio and air conditioning died away as Andi’s eyes devoured the first few posts of the blog. It had absolutely nothing to do with fashion and everything to do with<strong><em>sex</em></strong>.<br/><br/><em>…fucking my big sister. </em><br/><br/><em>…girls. Plural. …Mommy and her darling wife…</em><br/><br/>Andi’s fingers curled around the edges of the iPad and she quickly locked the screen, folding the leather case around it before tucking it back into her over-sized Tom Ford purse just as the driver pulled her car onto their street.<br/><br/><em>…It couldn’t be….</em>