Page 3 of Roped in Chaos
He chuckles. “Yes, that’s her. See she’s graduating college, and her dad wants her to gain some, uh, life skills.”
I continue to look at him while I wait for him to spit out whatever he’s trying really hard to not say.
“Well she’s going to come out here, and I want her to shadow you.”
“Wait wait wait,” I say and hold up my hands. “No offense, sir, but that’s not my job. You hired me to take care of the animals, not take care of your spoiled granddaughter.”
“You’re not wrong,” Peter says with a chuckle, “but you’re the man for the job. We trust you, and want her to get the best experience possible while she’s here. We’re old now, we can’t do the same things you can. Please, Asher. Help us with this.”
“Yes sir.” I say as I nod my head and back off the back porch. I walk straight to my trailer where I wrench the door open and slam it closed. I plop my ass down on the couch and take some deep breaths. The whole point of getting this job was for me to not be around other people every day. Especially not around a young woman.
A woman was my breaking point, the reason I had to come out here and live a whole new life in the first place. My girlfriend at the time kept saying I wasn’t making enough and that I needed to work longer hours and then have the energy to go to random house parties with her. She liked to party, and even if I did have the energy, I just didn’t like them. They say opposites attract, but all we did wasrepel.
There was nothing but noise in my life, and I needed quiet. I didn’t necessarily think that I would have gottenthismuch quiet, but I don’t mind. It also doesn’t help that I have certaintastesin the bedroom that don’t match everyone. That’s fine, everyone has their thing, but for me, there’s something about a girl who gives in and submits to me that gets my dick hard.
I look down and realize I’m still wearing my egg apron and that my thickening dick is currently pushing the eggs. This apron is one of the best things ever invented, and I don’t care what anyone has to say about it. Before I was gifted it, I was placing eggs in my pockets and would end up busting half of ’em. One day, Phillis walked out with this apron that she made, and it makes a world of a difference transporting them and bringing them inside the house. Well, I guess they’re mine today.
Chapter3
Wow
Esme
Ihave two weeks until graduation, and I’ve been dedicating some time every day to working out at the local gym. I do mostly cardio and light weight lifting because I don’t want to look bulky, but want to remain toned.
Today I chose to wear one of my matching workout sets. My playlist for the day has a ton of Post Malone, but particularly I have “Wow.” on repeat. It’s upbeat and also feels pretty representative of how I’m feeling, “Just wow.”
I came to the gym with Hannah, and need to break the news that I won’t be here over the summer for our annual lake parties. We drove to the gym together, but I sat quietly for the entire duration. I’m not ready for the conversation just yet so I move far away from her and hit the stair steppers. I’m doing my best to avoid her, and I think she’s catching on. She side-eyes me, but I try not to pay it any attention. Turning my earphones up until I can’t hear myself think, the machine starts up under me. I watch my feet going up one stair at a time, and zone out. Sweat drips from my forehead, but I don’t stop until I feel a tap on my hip. Turning, Hannah is standing there with her hands out to the side in a “what the fuck” motion.
I stop the machine and look up to see I’ve done thirty flights. I really was lost in my own head.
“What the fuck?” she asks as I take off my headphones and try to step off the stairs. I stumble backward, and like always, she’s there to catch me. I’m a fucking idiot. My legs feel like limp noodles.
“Oh shit,” I say, grabbing on to her to balance myself. I look at her face, and I can tell I’ve definitely worried her. I bend over and put my hands on my knees to try to catch my breath. I didn’t realize how much oxygen I was lacking until just now.
“Okay, spill,” she says.
“Huh?”
“There’s no reason why you would be working this hard if you weren’t trying to hide something. Now tell me. Did you finally lose your V-card?”
“Shhhh,” I whisper-yell at her. I look around to make sure no one is around and grab my towel off the handrail to wipe my face.
“Let’s get drinks tonight, and I’ll tell you all about it. I can’t have this conversation right now.”
“Okay, but I swear to God if you don’t tell me tonight, Esme, I’m kicking your ass.”
“Yeah, okay, sure.”
I take a seat on a bench and think about what I need to tell her and how exactly I plan to do it. I’ve never had to have a hard conversation with her like this. I just don’t know how to tell my best friend that every summer plan we had is now gone.
* * *
A couple of hours later, we’re sitting at a bar in downtown LA. My driver brought me so I can get deliriously drunk and not have to remember the way my best friend looks at me when I break the news. I’m on my fourth pineapple tequila, and I’ve been chasing every drink with a shot, so the room is spinning.
“What is your issue today?” Hannah asks. She has some fruity drink in front of her, and has been taking it much slower than me.
“My dad.” I hiccup. My tongue is feeling too big for my mouth, but I push on to tell her everything. “My dad is the issue. He’s making me go to Oklahoma to…” I stop and stare at her face. Her eyes are tracking me, and her eyebrows are furrowed.
