Page 44 of A Master's Destiny
I’m unprepared for this encounter and look at Anderson questioningly.
“I knew there was only one person who could talk some sense into you,” he informs me.
Samantha looks at me apologetically. “If you don’t want me here, I’ll leave.”
I shake my head, but I have no idea what to say to her and the two of us stand looking at each other in awkward silence.
“Let me get you some drinks!” Anderson announces, heading to my small kitchen.
I gesture to the sofa and watch as she sits down, her long blonde hair flowing as she moves with cat-like grace and the unmistakable confidence of a Domme.
“It’s been a while,” I state, still in shock that she’s here.
Samantha looks up at me with a sad smile. “It’s been like almost six months, I think.”
I snort in disbelief. “Crazy how fast time passes.”
Anderson comes waltzing back and hands us two glasses. “Whiskey on the rocks.”
Samantha frowns, handing it back to him. “I don’t drink anymore.”
“Damn! I forgot. Sorry about that.” He quickly snatches the glass away from her.
“No reason to be sorry, Brad,” she assures him. “However, I would like some water.”
“Of course. Let me get you that.” He looks at us both excitedly. “You guys keep talking.”
I watch Anderson leave to fetch the glass of water and ask, “How are you, Samantha?”
She purses her lips, then nods silently as if pondering the question. “I’m actually doing surprisingly well.”
“Really?” I did not expect that kind of answer from her.
Her red lips curl into a genuine smile. “Yeah. It’s taken a long time and a lot of hard work, but things are finally settling into place.”
I smile, genuinely pleased. “I’m glad to hear it.”
She looks at me pensively. “How is Durov?”
I sigh, downing the entirety of my drink before I answer. The topic is a complicated one for me, and difficult to articulate. I was the one who introduce Samantha to BDSM and I brought her and Durov together. Their chemistry was off the charts right from the start, but there was also tension between them because they were both Dominants.
I’m certain Samantha still loves Durov, despite what she did the night she assaulted him while intoxicated. By trying to force Durov to submit to her physically, she destroyed their relationship and caused him permanent psychological scars.
Durov suffered in silence for months after the incident but eventually cracked. After flying into a blind rage at a frat party, he came close to killing Samantha with his bare hands. No longer able to trust himself around her, he left the States to return to Russia.
Before he left, however, Durov made me vow to watch over her. He knew she had fallen into a deep depression and was dangerously close to ending her own life, and he asked me to support her through it.
I found myself in the ungodly middle of their drama. My loyalty remained with Durov, but I felt responsible for Samantha—and her mistake.
I actively encouraged her to explore BDSM, and I shared what I was learning with her. She’d been a good friend to me in college and stood by my side when my unhinged mother attacked me. Samantha even risked her own life when my beast of a mother threatened me with a gun. I feel indebted to her for that.
Setting my glass down, I tell Samantha, “Durov is well.” When I see her face light up, I add, “But I refuse to answer any further questions about him. He is not your concern. You need to let him go.”
She looks at me sadly but nods.
Anderson returns with her water. “I’m glad you could come here on such short notice, Samantha.”
I turn to him, “Why did you invite her?”
