Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Jul 17, 2019 14:32:37 GMT -8
In the bedroom, sitting on the bed, looking at his phone, is Joshua Samson, Esquire. Not much time has passed since he and his wife, Astrid Samson, have revealed their ongoing relationship with Catriona MacKenzie to Astrid’s little sister, Hanna, over a light breakfast on the terrace.
Samson: What in the hell?! Now I’m going to have to calm her little ass down.
Shaking his head as he looks upon his phone, Joshua reaches to the nightstand to grab a glass of cognac, whether it be the same glass from earlier or a refill is unknown. He sips the brown liquor before tapping away on his phone with his right hand thumb. Astrid was sitting at a table, in front of a makeshift vanity as she tried to get herself together and apply her look for the day.
Astrid: Fuckin’ crazy ass stalker bitch!
Walking into the room from the bathroom, Astrid picks up her mascara and swipes it across her eyelashes, exhaling a huge sigh of disdain. Joshua places his phone on the nightstand before turning his body slightly to face her and taking a sip from his glass.
Samson: Calm down, Asti. It’s not that bad.
Astrid: Not that bad? I’ve been telling you for over a year that she’s bat shit crazy. I told you after she stalked me at Sephora that we needed to do something. I never told you that she stalked me again at Nordstrom while we were separated, which I should’ve right away but you weren’t speaking to me. She’s hell bent on causing me emotional pain. What if that had been Hanna that answered the door?
Samson: What if it had been Hanna? Kels isn’t Jeffery Dahmer, Asti. Fuck, you’re blowing this waaaaayyyyy out of proportion. That’s probably why Scotti is as spooked as she is.
Astrid: She has threatened me time and time again. Who’s to say that she wouldn’t have tried to use Hanna to get to me again? I don’t trust her… by any sense of the imagination and given her history… I don’t think I ever will.
Samson: You don’t have to trust her, now or ever. She is of no consequence to your life anymore. The match the two of you had a year and a half ago settled on that.
Astrid: They why the fuck can’t she leave us alone? Did the drugs warped her brain that much that she can’t tell she’s not wanted? All I have to say is that we’re all lucky it wasn’t me that was there when she showed up.
Samson: Yes, she’s lucky that it wasn’t you.
He eyes her over the rim of his glass as he takes another sip.
Astrid: I guess I’m more pissed off by the fact she was just waltzing up like she was allowed to be there, like she still lived in the house. At least from what Cat said… it’s how it came off to me.
Another exhaled sigh escapes from her lips.
Samson: Well it’s not like we have a list of people that are allowed or not allowed to come to the house, baby. And Cat did say she was there for a reason, not just revisiting her old home.
Astrid: Hmm… perhaps a list we shall make and Kelli Saint will be at the top of that. So what was her reason for showing up this time?
Astrid turns her body to look at her husband.
Samson: Huh?
Astrid: You just said Cat told you she showed up for a reason… so what is that reason?
Looking at his wife with a sheepish expression, Joshua takes another sip of cognac.
Samson: Scotti didn’t tell you?
Astrid: No… no she didn’t. Just that she was looking for you which, surprise, surprise… isn’t anything new with her. So what… did… she… want?
Samson: Well...I mean...she is my ex-wife.
Astrid: Yeah… ex… means she needs to learn to stay the fuck away because she’s not wanted.
Samson: True…
Another sip.
Astrid: I can tell you’re trying to void the question. You won’t tell me… she won’t tell me… so stop avoiding the damn question. You said there would be NO MORE SECRETS!
Astrid’s face starts to get red in the cheek area.
Samson: You’re going to ruin your makeup, Gizzy.
He gives out a nervous chuckle while eyeing her between sips from his drink.
Astrid: You’re doing it again!
Samson: What was the question again?
Astrid: Why was your psycho ex-wife at OUR home? I want to know why she could possibly think she can waltz up and see you.
Samson: Oh yeah, that was the question. Accordingly to Scotti, Kelli said she was there in order to drop off a check to me. See...nothing malicious at all. Now let’s finish getting dressed and hit the town, huh?
Astrid: But why? That’s a little bit confusing considering she could’ve just mailed it to the house or even the ISM offices. I still can’t believe she’s a part of ISM.
Samson: Scotti said she said she was just going to drop it by the office since we weren’t home. No biggie, right? Come on let’s go.
He stands, walks over to the dresser, and opening a drawer. Astrid looks at him slightly confused. She would tell that he wasn’t being 100 with her… but she also didn’t want to ruin the day in Venice.
Astrid: Fine… but that is the first thing on my to do list when we get home… figure out a way to rid ISM of that dirty succubus.
Samson: Think I should wear baby blue or white today?
Astrid: Blue… it looks better on you. Just still wondering why she’d be dropping a check off to you considering your support stopped after that match.
Samson: That’s not exactly true…
He turns his attention toward her.
Astrid: What do you mean?
Astrid glares at him, her arms folding across her chest before she gets up to close the door that leads out to the terrace.
Astrid: What do you mean… that’s… not… true? That was part of the terms for the match.
Samson: Well, huh, I never stopped the spousal support. She’s still been receiving monthly monies.
Astrid: Excuse me but can you repeat that? Because it sounded like to me that you went against the terms that she and I agreed to leading up to Blood Bath. I mean, am I hearing things correctly because that’s what it sounded like to me. I feel…
Astrid huffs around the room for a few moments.
Astrid: I feel… I don’t know what I feel other than really, really pissed off.
Exhaling, Joshua strokes his chin as he leans onto the dresser watching his diminutive wife pace about the room.
Samson: And I guess….you have every right to be?
Astrid: You’re damn right I do given what she put me through for six months and I went through in that match alone.
Samson: I’m sorry, Asti. I never meant to disregard everything you went through during that time. Not in the least but I just couldn’t imagine seeing her struggle.
Astrid: Well… I… I guess that’s a noble reason.
Samson: That’s a big reason why she is still contracted with ISM. But you don’t have to worry about her. I don’t love her anymore but I’ll always love her, if that makes any sense.
Astrid: In a way I guess. But I just feel shitty that you couldn’t tell me the truth. I would’ve gotten mad regardless but it would’ve probably not been as bad had I known at the beginning.
She sits in front of her mirror and quickly runs a brush through her hair to make it look less messy.
Samson: It wasn’t me trying to keep a secret from you. Honestly, I just simply forgot about the payments not being stopped. I was meaning to tell you but just forgot. You know how my memory is.
Astrid: I know it’s been touch and go since the attack. I’m just happy you remembered our anniversary and Hanna’s birthday.
A slight chuckle escapes from her lips and a barely noticed frown comes across his face upon mention of “the attack”.
Astrid: But you will have to make it up to me… by picking out the wine for Cat when we get to Florence.
Samson: Really, Asti?! I rather you hold out giving me any than having me pick out the wine. You know I have no idea about wines, much less wines Scotti is going to like.
Astrid: Pretty sure she’s not sure either since she’s more of a whiskey girl. I could give you a list of things to do when we get home… but this is me giving you an easy “out” if you get what I’m saying.
Samson: Damn it! I’ll just text Linda…
Astrid: Hmm… nah. Just pick a bottle. Anything random… and it will get drank one way or another.
He walks over to stand behind her. Slowly massaging her shoulders, he kisses her bare neck.
Samson: So we’re good?
Astrid: Yeah… I guess. Just don’t keep a secret of that caliber from me again please? Also, try your hardest to resist the puppy dog eyes of Hanna when we go to the Gucci store later.
Samson: Yes, no more secrets even though it wasn’t a secret.
He gives her a kiss on the lips.
Samson: What Hanna wants, Hanna gets.
Astrid: She’s already getting a bag from us for her birthday. And you’re poor… remember.
A slight smile starts to make its way across her lips.
Astrid: But hurry up and get dressed or we’ll be late for the glass blowing demonstration.
Samson: I’m going to jump in the shower real quick. Be right back.
He reaches down and playfully squeezes her right breast before dashing toward the bathroom.
Astrid: Naughty!
She shakes her head as the scene comes to a close.
Samson: What in the hell?! Now I’m going to have to calm her little ass down.
Shaking his head as he looks upon his phone, Joshua reaches to the nightstand to grab a glass of cognac, whether it be the same glass from earlier or a refill is unknown. He sips the brown liquor before tapping away on his phone with his right hand thumb. Astrid was sitting at a table, in front of a makeshift vanity as she tried to get herself together and apply her look for the day.
Astrid: Fuckin’ crazy ass stalker bitch!
Walking into the room from the bathroom, Astrid picks up her mascara and swipes it across her eyelashes, exhaling a huge sigh of disdain. Joshua places his phone on the nightstand before turning his body slightly to face her and taking a sip from his glass.
Samson: Calm down, Asti. It’s not that bad.
Astrid: Not that bad? I’ve been telling you for over a year that she’s bat shit crazy. I told you after she stalked me at Sephora that we needed to do something. I never told you that she stalked me again at Nordstrom while we were separated, which I should’ve right away but you weren’t speaking to me. She’s hell bent on causing me emotional pain. What if that had been Hanna that answered the door?
Samson: What if it had been Hanna? Kels isn’t Jeffery Dahmer, Asti. Fuck, you’re blowing this waaaaayyyyy out of proportion. That’s probably why Scotti is as spooked as she is.
Astrid: She has threatened me time and time again. Who’s to say that she wouldn’t have tried to use Hanna to get to me again? I don’t trust her… by any sense of the imagination and given her history… I don’t think I ever will.
Samson: You don’t have to trust her, now or ever. She is of no consequence to your life anymore. The match the two of you had a year and a half ago settled on that.
Astrid: They why the fuck can’t she leave us alone? Did the drugs warped her brain that much that she can’t tell she’s not wanted? All I have to say is that we’re all lucky it wasn’t me that was there when she showed up.
Samson: Yes, she’s lucky that it wasn’t you.
He eyes her over the rim of his glass as he takes another sip.
Astrid: I guess I’m more pissed off by the fact she was just waltzing up like she was allowed to be there, like she still lived in the house. At least from what Cat said… it’s how it came off to me.
Another exhaled sigh escapes from her lips.
Samson: Well it’s not like we have a list of people that are allowed or not allowed to come to the house, baby. And Cat did say she was there for a reason, not just revisiting her old home.
Astrid: Hmm… perhaps a list we shall make and Kelli Saint will be at the top of that. So what was her reason for showing up this time?
Astrid turns her body to look at her husband.
Samson: Huh?
Astrid: You just said Cat told you she showed up for a reason… so what is that reason?
Looking at his wife with a sheepish expression, Joshua takes another sip of cognac.
Samson: Scotti didn’t tell you?
Astrid: No… no she didn’t. Just that she was looking for you which, surprise, surprise… isn’t anything new with her. So what… did… she… want?
Samson: Well...I mean...she is my ex-wife.
Astrid: Yeah… ex… means she needs to learn to stay the fuck away because she’s not wanted.
Samson: True…
Another sip.
Astrid: I can tell you’re trying to void the question. You won’t tell me… she won’t tell me… so stop avoiding the damn question. You said there would be NO MORE SECRETS!
Astrid’s face starts to get red in the cheek area.
Samson: You’re going to ruin your makeup, Gizzy.
He gives out a nervous chuckle while eyeing her between sips from his drink.
Astrid: You’re doing it again!
Samson: What was the question again?
Astrid: Why was your psycho ex-wife at OUR home? I want to know why she could possibly think she can waltz up and see you.
Samson: Oh yeah, that was the question. Accordingly to Scotti, Kelli said she was there in order to drop off a check to me. See...nothing malicious at all. Now let’s finish getting dressed and hit the town, huh?
Astrid: But why? That’s a little bit confusing considering she could’ve just mailed it to the house or even the ISM offices. I still can’t believe she’s a part of ISM.
Samson: Scotti said she said she was just going to drop it by the office since we weren’t home. No biggie, right? Come on let’s go.
He stands, walks over to the dresser, and opening a drawer. Astrid looks at him slightly confused. She would tell that he wasn’t being 100 with her… but she also didn’t want to ruin the day in Venice.
Astrid: Fine… but that is the first thing on my to do list when we get home… figure out a way to rid ISM of that dirty succubus.
Samson: Think I should wear baby blue or white today?
Astrid: Blue… it looks better on you. Just still wondering why she’d be dropping a check off to you considering your support stopped after that match.
Samson: That’s not exactly true…
He turns his attention toward her.
Astrid: What do you mean?
Astrid glares at him, her arms folding across her chest before she gets up to close the door that leads out to the terrace.
Astrid: What do you mean… that’s… not… true? That was part of the terms for the match.
Samson: Well, huh, I never stopped the spousal support. She’s still been receiving monthly monies.
Astrid: Excuse me but can you repeat that? Because it sounded like to me that you went against the terms that she and I agreed to leading up to Blood Bath. I mean, am I hearing things correctly because that’s what it sounded like to me. I feel…
Astrid huffs around the room for a few moments.
Astrid: I feel… I don’t know what I feel other than really, really pissed off.
Exhaling, Joshua strokes his chin as he leans onto the dresser watching his diminutive wife pace about the room.
Samson: And I guess….you have every right to be?
Astrid: You’re damn right I do given what she put me through for six months and I went through in that match alone.
Samson: I’m sorry, Asti. I never meant to disregard everything you went through during that time. Not in the least but I just couldn’t imagine seeing her struggle.
Astrid: Well… I… I guess that’s a noble reason.
Samson: That’s a big reason why she is still contracted with ISM. But you don’t have to worry about her. I don’t love her anymore but I’ll always love her, if that makes any sense.
Astrid: In a way I guess. But I just feel shitty that you couldn’t tell me the truth. I would’ve gotten mad regardless but it would’ve probably not been as bad had I known at the beginning.
She sits in front of her mirror and quickly runs a brush through her hair to make it look less messy.
Samson: It wasn’t me trying to keep a secret from you. Honestly, I just simply forgot about the payments not being stopped. I was meaning to tell you but just forgot. You know how my memory is.
Astrid: I know it’s been touch and go since the attack. I’m just happy you remembered our anniversary and Hanna’s birthday.
A slight chuckle escapes from her lips and a barely noticed frown comes across his face upon mention of “the attack”.
Astrid: But you will have to make it up to me… by picking out the wine for Cat when we get to Florence.
Samson: Really, Asti?! I rather you hold out giving me any than having me pick out the wine. You know I have no idea about wines, much less wines Scotti is going to like.
Astrid: Pretty sure she’s not sure either since she’s more of a whiskey girl. I could give you a list of things to do when we get home… but this is me giving you an easy “out” if you get what I’m saying.
Samson: Damn it! I’ll just text Linda…
Astrid: Hmm… nah. Just pick a bottle. Anything random… and it will get drank one way or another.
He walks over to stand behind her. Slowly massaging her shoulders, he kisses her bare neck.
Samson: So we’re good?
Astrid: Yeah… I guess. Just don’t keep a secret of that caliber from me again please? Also, try your hardest to resist the puppy dog eyes of Hanna when we go to the Gucci store later.
Samson: Yes, no more secrets even though it wasn’t a secret.
He gives her a kiss on the lips.
Samson: What Hanna wants, Hanna gets.
Astrid: She’s already getting a bag from us for her birthday. And you’re poor… remember.
A slight smile starts to make its way across her lips.
Astrid: But hurry up and get dressed or we’ll be late for the glass blowing demonstration.
Samson: I’m going to jump in the shower real quick. Be right back.
He reaches down and playfully squeezes her right breast before dashing toward the bathroom.
Astrid: Naughty!
She shakes her head as the scene comes to a close.
