Slimy Newman's POV Part 4


I remember how excited Sasha was to learn that Remington Mansfield was my former brother in law.
Sasha was a huge fan of his creations and begged me to set up an introduction.
I was missing Remy and wanted the excuse to call on him.
My getting him that first assignment on ‘Baby, I’ll Be Home for Christmas’ launched his career.
I had to remind him of that, when I called him the night before we descended on him at his studio.
Being typical Remy, he told me off, but Sasha grabbed the phone and sweet talked him into allowing us just ten minutes of his precious time.
Sasha did have the gift of charming anyone.
Even a sissy boy like your brother was putty in her hands.


As you may already know, Remington, reluctantly saw us that afternoon.
He was abrasive, rude, and down right bitchy to me, but a slight bit more friendly toward her.
By the end of our appointment, Sasha arranged to have Remy design a few gowns exclusively for her.
His only stipulation was that I stay home and out of his way.
Though he still refused to break bread with me, Sasha became the spokes woman and top model for his designs.
If Remy had fame before, Sasha tripled it. That’s another point he never gives me any credit for.
There’s not many men, I’d have allowed borrow my wife unsupervised.
I also could have refused to let her model his gowns.


Several things happened to cause my relationship to Sasha sour.
Perhaps the working relationship with Mansfield Studios made me sometimes wonder what you were up to.
I missed you a lot.
Sometimes I just needed to come in here when things got crazy.
I hired a man to keep an eye on you and make regular reports to me.
Though I had a beautiful loving wife, fame, and the prestige I’d always desired...she wasn’t you.
Sasha was beyond hurt to learn that I had several mistresses. None of them meant a thing to me, of course.
I tried to explain (as I did to you) that even if a man can dine on a juicy fillet mignon every night, he still craves the occasional pork chop or simple bowl of cereal.
Men aren't like women. We can sleep with someone and not feel a thing for them. We just like a change of pace and the thrill of the hunt. We're made that way!
It didn't help matters when she defied me by coming into this room and found a virtual shrine dedicated to another woman....