Asher
My day was going how it normally does. I dealt with some things over at the oil field, was there for an hour or two, then came back to the ranch.
I tend to my animals, my crops, draw up some plans for a new project I’d like to start, then head inside. Inside I jump in the shower and then sit down to figure out what I’m going to make for dinner tonight.
Just as I’m about to settle on cooking myself a nice medium rare steak with some veggies and potatoes- I receive a phone call. My heart immediately speeds up at the thought of it being Samantha.
Sure enough, when I look at my phone- it is indeed Samantha. I’m beyond excited.
A few minutes later, I’m off the phone. She wants me to meet her at the Leroux Hotel in the city tonight.
Fuuck yes. She wants to see me again- that’s all that matters. I’ve been counting down the minutes to when I’d get to see her again, and the fact that she has initiated it this time, means the world to me.
I’m beyond excited. I pick out my outfit- a nice suit that isn’t too fancy but not too casual at the same time.
For some reason, as I’m on my way to the hotel in the heart of Houston- I become incredibly nervous. Knowing how much is on the line with Samantha- I don’t want to mess any of this up.
Finally, I arrive at the Leroux Hotel. I take the elevator up to the tenth and top floor, and head to the third room on the left, room 1003. I knock on the door, and Samantha opens it almost immediately, ushering me in.
Her smile is beaming, and I can’t help but mimic it on my own face. That is, until I look up and see the absolutely last person I wanted to see tonight… fucking Liam Anderson, of course.
“What the fuck is he doing here?” I shout.
“I could ask the same fucking thing. Samantha- why did you invite us both? I thought it was just going to be you and I tonight.”
We both stare at her, but she says nothing. She just looks at us, a small smile on her face. What the fuck is going on.
Now I’m angry. But I can’t be angry at Samantha- so I turn to Liam.
“Why are you always in my fucking way? Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”
“Excuse me?I’minyourway? That’s fucking hilarious.”
“Really? I don’t think it’s funny at all. You should have fucking stopped in your tracks as soon as you saw that I was going for Sam. That’s what a true good man would have done. And yet, here we are.”
“You’ve got to be kidding me. I could say the exact same thing to you. We approached her at the same exact time you dumb ass. Why don’t you get over it already?”
“God I fucking hate you. I have never met someone as arrogant as you. No matter how much you kiss Samantha’s ass- she’s still not going to choose you?”
“Can’t you see? She isn’t going to choose either of us. Why the fuck do you think we’re both here?!”
At this point I turn to her. She continues to stay silent.
“When this is over, I don’t ever want to see your fucking face again, do you hear me?” I say to him.
“Okay, okay- enough!” Samantha finally speaks. “Look. I’ve gotten to know the both of you very well by now, and I care a lot about you both. A lot. You have each surprised me with the way you care about me and the way you’ve each opened up to me. So I hope that you will listen to me when I say that I think maybe you two need to start channeling all of his anger into someone else.”
“What does that mean? Channel it into what?” Liam asks.
“I want you both to strip. Right now.”
My mind goes blank. This is totally random and just, well- not what I was expecting to come out of her mouth. But I obey. Both of us do.
We’re now standing in front of her, completely naked, and completely confused.
I have no clue what her objective is here? Another threesome? Is this the reason she called us here? A quick fuck? Something tells me that’s not exactly it.
“I want you to kiss each other,” she states.