Alessandra
The stars in the sky are twinkling like diamonds, so I pick one and make a wish.
“Please, my lucky star- help me pick my true love,” I whisper into the air.
It’s time for bed, but on this night I’m not looking forward to laying between my satin sheets. Why? Because I know what thoughts are going to be running through my mind- and all of them will circle right back to Mattheo and James.
In the past, I never bothered with anyone at all. A few dates here, a reluctant match up later, and then goodbye. This has been my rhythm with men. Now, I’m attracted to not only one man, but two. This is unfamiliar territory for me.
Climbing into bed, I wish that I had never met James and Mattheo. My life was much easier when I bounced from man to man. I was all about the experiment, and dating was an adventure of discovery.
Now I don’t want adventures, I want a relationship. But I’m not happy with just one man- I want both of them. This is terrible for me; I can’t do this. I’ve got a trending business to manage.
The other day I had a big order from a famous Chicago celebrity. I messed up the order because I had both James and Mattheo on my mind- and Inevermess up orders. I ended up losing a big customer, and it’s all because my heart has been taken hostage by these two infuriating men.
How did this happen? I’m usually so careful.
My satin sheets are nice and cool. I pull my fuchsia flowered duvet up to my shoulders. There’s a cool breeze coming from the window that I forgot to close.
I get up to close the window and I smell the fragrance of the frangipani that is planted in my window box. Unable to help myself, I sit down on the window seat and enjoy the fragrance. For some reason it makes me remember the smell of the museum powder room before I saw James and Mattheo fighting.
Choosing between the two men is impossible. They’re both so hot and sexy. Plus, I have a connection with the two of them. If I don’t make a choice, they’re probably going to beat each other into a bloody pulp.
Why do I have to choose between the two? This is impossible.
I get out my laptop and go to my favorite Tarot website. I know that getting a tarot reading from a website is not the most accurate way to get a reading. Yet, the tarot cards remind me of my sweet aunt Viola.
Aunt Viola always helped me with my high school and college romances. I used to bug her until she took out the cards and gave me a reading. My staunch Catholic mother would always get after me for wanting to know my future.
But I was young, and I didn’t care. Looking back, it wasn’t just about knowing my future. It was the advice that my Aunt Viola used to give me while reading the cards. To this day, I don’t understand the meaning of swords and cups, but I know what they meant to Aunt Viola.
I choose the cards on the website, and I wait for my reading. I read the advice that the tarot is giving me. Strange, these cards aren’t talking about one relationship- but two men. The cards tell me to follow my instincts and to lay low for a little while and be a hermit.
And then I see the card that always made my Aunt Viola wince: the towers. It means that chaos is about to happen to me- that my life is going to be turned upside down. Well, I think that one is already happening- in the form of two very handsome men.
I close the laptop. Is it possible to have both men? What would that be like? I get into bed again, but I can’t sleep. I ask Alexa to play nature sounds through my Amazon echo dot. The sounds usually blot out the troublesome thoughts in my mind but tonight it isn’t working.
Could I handle both men at the same time? The other night, when I was cleaning them up after the fight, it felt so good to have both of them with me. It felt natural and right. They’re both my lovers and somehow, I have a hunch that we would all fit together.
For years, these guys have been in competition with each other. Every working day is spent trying to outfox the other guy. When they’re together, there is some kind of bond that pulls them closer to each other, even if they don’t realize it.
They’re a good match of temperament and ambition. Two men with common interests. Is it that far-fetched to think of these men together?
I close my eyes and sink into the satin sheets. It’s not hard to imagine the guys here with me. I have a passion for both of them that I’ve never had with a man. I grow excited just thinking of the two of them in bed with me.
My breathing is now heavy as I run my hands up and down my body, imagining what it would be like to be with both men. Already, I’m feeling aroused. Could I handle both men not only in bed but in life as well?
So now I have two quite different questions to ponder. Who do I choose? James, or Mattheo? This question seems ridiculous to me as I think of the other questions: can I be with two men at one time? Can we be a threesome?
I grab a pillow and hug it. The question is not whether I can be with two men, but will the two men allow a romance between the three of us? I drift off to sleep thinking of how delicious it would be to be with the two men.
Something tells me that I’ve made my choice.