The Ugly Truth (fiction)

So, I'm a report that reports. He is a police officer that polices. Our realtionship is one that I can't ever talk about...or should I say work is something that-I-we don't really talk about because than that would be reporting than it wouldn't a quiet conversation over dinner. Besides that, I think that we are doing great for two young black professionals, right?

"I don't think that that has to be said," I talking to my Editor, Ed, and asshole is hanging around to see if I am talking about him or his police work. I am sipping, lightly, on my coffee with cream, staring out of the window blankly. It's a sign to him, that he needs to leave, we have nothing esle to talk about...but either he is snooping or he is trying to talk. Which I don't want to do. I look at him a sign to leave but he stands his ground, none to lightly.

I hang up, take another sip, " What? What?" I ask, annoyed. His green eyes turned gray to black than, Eric Dancin, curtly turns and, walks out the door. I take another sip.

"Trying to keep up with her is amazing..." Eric rubbed his goatee, " I don't want to be with her anymore." He's partner, Draje, passes him some coffee without cream. Draje takes a drag out of his cigarette. "Dreamy doesn't know how annoying she is. I stopped having sex with her but she won't even cheat or anything. I'ma break it off with her. I can't talk to her about anything, anything, at all because in the beginning she made a story out of everything. It was disgusting but the pussy was so good. She is a regular June Cleaver. She is never there. It's story after story. She doesn't maintain the realtionship."

Draje watched as the stripper 69 on the pole, he hands her a few dollars. Dreamy was a bombshell...a utter and complete bombshell. "Pussy is everything. Time and affection is. She doesn't do that. She not good at this. I want her to stay at home, have some babies. Journalist wife, no I can't have that."

Eric is a selish bastard...her friend was telling her...her writing is her legacy. Dreamy was laughing out loud, "OMG! Eric is completely sexy-a sexy bastard-but I kinda like him." Estelle the make-up artist- a name that only her friends could call her- was getting her ready for the show. Nine o'clock News. "I would give it up-if he asked nicely and before 5 in the morning becuase I mean - look at these bags under my eyes he didn't even eat the food!Me, on the other hand, still hungry!I love you doing my make-up! It's relaxing." Dreamy was looking over the script, once again, so much crime.

Eric Dancin was cooking an edible meal with chicken and rice. She was in the door, taking off her shoes, Dreamy's gray eyes looked up at him. She was holding her side..." I have been shot. My crew and I have been shot..." She falls out to the floor blood everywhere...Eric Dancin plan's were ruined...