B. Arceneau
Bio
Hi! I’m excited to be here and also high anxious 😅. I’m a content creator on YouTube, Instagram, and TikTok. A stay-at-home mom with twins and a wife. I write in my down times (times of depression) it helps me get through those day.
Stories (2/0)
The Devil Needs an Accountant
Alisa starred at the Indeed posting for an Exec Accountant wanted in a remote location. She applied for the job simply because it paid more, and it couldn’t be any more work than she was doing now. She was currently working as an Accountant for Wilson and Phillips Ad Agency. Totally hating it by the way. The first job right after grad school, and it was practical, comfortable, and safe. Her mother practically guilted her into accepting the job. All her talk of “Do you know how much money I spent on school for you”, really made Alisa feel guilty like she had to take the job to start paying her mother back. Her father died before she got to high school and her mother NEVER let her forget how hard it was raising her alone. She would remind Alisa every day before she left for school to keep her grades up so the colleges would pay HER to come to their schools. For the most part, she did, she graduated summa cum laude from Columbia University. Right after that, she spent an additional year earning her Masters, something that she felt she should be prouder of. Every day since then she’s just felt like something was missing. Maybe her dad, or her entire teenage livelihood (or lack thereof thanks to her mom’s strict rules). She couldn’t figure it out, but she just felt empty. Her mother bragged to all her friends about how “Lisa’s making big-time money at that agency”, but in Alisa’s mind it couldn’t be more boring. Like bored to literal death boring. She didn’t work with ANYBODY her age, being 24 and being surrounded by 30+ generation is excruciating. Every weekday, she did the same thing. She got up at 5:00 a.m. slid into a pants suit and spent zero time on “work appropriate” makeup. Nothing special. There’s no one worth looking at or flirting within accounting. It was just herself, old lady Colleen (32), grumpy all-day Mr. Grandal (42), and Jason Stocks (asshole, 53). The under 30 crowd could typically be found in Marketing, which is what she should’ve majored in. Alisa checked her phone, she didn’t like to spend too much time brooding over what she wanted to change about her life, she’d rather just suck it up and eat it. The phone read 6:45 a.m. “Fuck, I’m going to be fxckin late!”, she groaned. She grabbed a stick of gum because gum stops excessive smoking, and she was down to four cigarettes a day. She grabbed her purse and kissed her dog Allie on her way out. She ran down the hall of the two-story apartment complex and made it down to the back door entrance. She could see her bus pulling up right as she was crossing the st….
By B. Arceneau 2 years ago in Fiction
Driving with Dayzie
Bethanie was writhing in ecstasy with her ex-husband between her legs. She was so close, but she just wanted to hold on to the feeling she got when Jonas was inside her. “So, uh, I think we should talk about us going to Couple’s Counseling,” he said in between grunts. She groaned in his ear “OFF,” she commanded, and he did as he was told. Every few months Jonas feels the need to bring up the past and what they had, mind you he never reminds himself as to WHY they are now divorced. “Come on B, why every time we talk about us you get up and leave,” he asked trying to stop her from getting dressed. She scoffed gathering the content of her purse which was thrown onto the floor during her entrance “Jonas, you cheated on me six months after our child died in the NICU, six months Jonas, you were weak and I don’t trust you or any man,” she said slidingher panties on in a way that made him regret ever opening his mouth. He should’ve finished first. He had not had any luck finding a woman to replace Bethanie in the bed, in the kitchen, in his heart. He had fxcked up and he admitted to her that he was too weak to put her back together after their son died but after three years apart from her he could finally understand her point of view and it killed him to know their marriage ending was mostly his fault.
By B. Arceneau 2 years ago in Fiction
