Post by Joshua Samson, ESQ on Mar 1, 2019 23:54:46 GMT -8
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The annoying alarm sound emits from the cellphone that rested on a nightstand.
Beep. Beep. Beep.
A tattooed male hand reaches out for the device in order to cut off the alarm, but instead of succeeding the hand only manages to knock the beeping phone to the floor.
“Motherfuck!”
A clearly hungover and naked Joshua Samson, Esquire sits up in a bed. Around his neck, his head through the arm strap, and dangling to his chest is a black lace Victoria’s Secret Very Sexy push up bra. He looks about the room through squinted eyes.
“Oh shit! I’ve missed my flight!”
Reaching over the side of the bed, exposing his lily white behind, he grabs the cellphone and switches off the alarm. He sits back up and puts the phone nearly to touching his face.
“Damn. It’s only six. That would have been horrible if I would have missed my flight to Paris.”
He tosses the phone to the empty right side of the bed before reaching down and giving his nether region between his legs a good morning scratch. A big yawn with his arms outstretched follows when he finally notices the black lace “necktie” he is sporting.
.”What the fu…”
Removing the twisted bra from around his neck, Joshua inspects what looks to be 34B cup sized bra.
“Did I? Did we? No...”
Pondering for a moment, he pulls the bra in and commences to take a huge sniff.
“OH SHIT! MAGIC IN THE AIR!”
He quickly plunges his face into the right side of the bed and takes several more sniffs.
“Goddamn, we did!”
He swings his legs over the side of the bed, resting his his face in his open palm, clearing trying to piece together the shattered memories from last night. Astrid comes in wearing one of his t-shirts she got from his closet with two cups of coffee in her hand. Her hair was a complete mess and she had a bit of raccoon eyes going on from last night’s makeup look.
“Here Ba… Josh. I figured you could use a cup of coffee this morning.”
She extends the one cup out to him as she takes a sip of the other, letting the strong coffee flavor linger on her lips. Startled, Joshua looks up, sees Astrid, and pulls the sheet from the bed to cover his naked lower extremities.
“Uh...um...Astrid…”
He shockingly stares at her not taking the mug.
“I don’t know why you’re covering up, it’s not like I haven’t seen it many times before.”
She places the mug down on the bedside table before taking a seat on the foot of the bed.
“I know… you’re shocked to see me here. And honestly, I was a bit shocked too when I woke up and realized where I was.”
“Astrid, we actually...we really…”
For a man that made his business on verbalization, the Iconic Sports Management managing partner was at a loss for words.
“What are you doing here? Where is C…”
He cuts himself short and looks down to his bare feet.
“Last thing I remember is encountering you outside the bathroom, saying you had bed head and then you went into the women’s room to fix it. Annnnnd… then it got hot and heavy so we came back here.”
She takes another sip of her coffee, this one longer than previous ones.
“I do remember you saying, ‘We better go all night too!’ but not about how we got here.”
Exhaling loudly, Joshua runs his hand hand through his already messy hair.
“Goddamnit, Astrid, this isn’t good at all. Not one bit.”
“You think I don’t know that. Last thing I remember you saying to be sober was…”
A deep sigh escapes from her lips as she lowers her head.
“I’m sorry.”
He looks over to her.
“It’s not your fault, well not totally your fault. I should have known better, but I guess seeing you all sexy mixed with all the drinks I had…”
He falls back onto the bed, not finishing his thoughts, instead electing to look up at the ceiling fan that was slowly spinning.
“I honestly didn’t expect to see you there. I wanted to have some drinks with friends and I would’ve been happy with the hotel bar. Jazzy… she just wanted me to be happy and have a good time.”
Her fingertips gently tapped against the sides of the mug.
“Out of all the bars in Southern California, we both end up at the same one, drunk as a damn skunk. Unbelievable! I need to go play the lottery.”
“I didn’t know about the bar before Jazzy mentioned it. Please don’t be mad at her. Her intentions were pure and honest. I…”
Astrid began to sniffle a little bit as she fights back the tears.
“If you give me my bra I will be out of your hair.”
Without taking his eyes off the ceiling fan, he gestures with his thumb behind his head.
“It’s on your side of the bed.”
Astrid looks over and sees it.
“So it is… thanks. I’ll just get going then.”
She gets off the bed and walks around to the other side, grabbing her bra.
“Enjoy your trip.”
“It’s a business trip, Astrid. Nothing more, nothing less.”
“It’s still Paris. Can I get you Advil or something before I leave? I’m also going to grab a few of my things if that’s OK. I need to grab some makeup.”
Joshua sits back up, pulling the sheet to insure it hasn’t moved to expose anything.
“No, no, I’m fine, Astrid. You’ve done more than enough.”
He exhales heavily again.
“And of course you can get anything you need.”
“OK. Thanks. I do love you Joshua. Always.”
She forces a smile onto her face through the hurt.
“Astrid, I...I..”
Astrid doesn’t wait for him to finish as she turns and leaves the bedroom, walking down the hall towards her beauty room/closet.
“Goddamn.”
After a few moments of stillness, Joshua stands up, allowing the sheet to fall to the wayside, and makes his way over to the walk-in closet to disappear into it. He quickly reappears with a pair of black jogging pants on and black house shoes covering his feet. Heading toward the door, he stops mid track to clear the few feet it takes to grab his cellphone and the coffee mug off the nightstand.
“No need to let this go to waste.”
He carefully sips from the mug as he heads out of the room into the hallway. Pausing, he cranes his neck to view his estranged wife inside of her beauty room sorting through her horde of makeup and beauty accessories. Exasperated, Joshua can only shake his head.
Taking another sip of joe, the Owner Extraordinaire continues walking, making it to the stairs, and descending to the bottom. Once at the bottom, he is taken back as he spies, near the double front doors, his Louis Vuitton luggage.
“Well I’ll be damned!”
Joshua smiles as he looks back upstairs, nearly tempted to rush back up and grab the five foot tall woman into his arms.
“I do love you too, Astrid.”
Fade.
"Iconic Queen" Astrid Sedin
