Page 3 of Dark Promises

“Get up, Sam, you shouldn’t be in bed with me.” I’d tired of begging him to sleep anywhere but near me. “I’ve told you several times, I don’t do sleep overs, and if I forgot, you know very well I don’t want you sleeping in my room, and inmybed. No one sleeps with me, not even you,” I complained, but it appeared I was wasting my words on him.

Sam glanced up at me and yawned, ignoring me completely, then he laid his head down without opening his eyes.

“He never listens to me. What is it about me that Sam won’t listen when I’ve been very explicit. Every male in my life takes the same stance, and won’t pay any attention when I talk to them. It’s as if I don’t exist. What do they want from me? Well, this time I’ve had enough, and I will not be disregarded anymore,” I murmured, when I sat up, my feet on the floor. I reached for my robe and stared at the corner of the bed.

I tugged. Sam was sleeping on my robe. Another item of disrespect. “What the fuck? Now he’s taking over my clothes too. I have to do something about this and soon.” He’d gotten out of control the first day he begged to come home with me. “It’s not good to let Sam get away with too much I see. Pretty soon he’ll be the Master, and I’ll have to do whatever he commands.”

For now, I’m still in control... I think.

I pushed him, but no movement. He barely turned his head. “Get your lazy ass up, because I have to get to work and all you do is lie around my apartment and eat all day. It’s a good life if you can get it, and apparently you’ve made it your life’s mission to do nothing but lie around, and run away every man I’ve brought home to play.

“The limo will be here in an hour, and that’s all we have is an hour, and you know it takes you longer than that to get ready, now on your feet, you spoiled...”

I didn’t want him to get used to me cursing him, because he was new to this, and I wanted him to see the good part, not the bad part where I’d shut him off from my other life.

Watching as Sam finally decided to amble out of my bed, and stare at me and try to get back in bed, I yelled because this was enough.

“Yes, I’m talking to you. Who else is here besides me and you? You’ve run off my cook and cleaning lady with your slovenly ways. You’re such a bitch the way you sleep taking up my side of the bed, and that’s why I don’t want you in here. There are other rooms in this large apartment you can go to, but you always choose this bed, and why is that? Oh, I know you don’t want me to have company. You want this to be about me and you. Well, it’s not about me and you any longer. There’s going to be a threesome and if you don’t like that you can just sleep in another room.

“What do you say about that? I thought so, you have nothing to say, because you don’t run anything around here. Who’s paying the bills anyway. I take care of you, spend all kinds of money on you, and you never appreciate it. I want you gone, because you’ve ruined all my previous relationships because you insist on sleeping with me. I can’t have it, and I won’t. Now get your collar and get out of my room. I have to get into the shower,” I said to Sam, who was speechless, and standing looking at me with his large brown eyes while scratching his head as I lumbered into the shower mumbling to myself.

I could be talking to the wall for all Sam cared.I have all this shit to do today and I’m going to be late. Interview a new club manager, fire my old one, because he acts like Sam, doesn’t listen and does what he wants. I opened this club with two other dudes, and where are they now? Left all this on me to go to Europe for a vacation. When do I get one?I thought, stepping out of a warm calming shower.

When I exited the shower after a minute, because I knew if I stayed any longer, I’d be late once I was dressed, and that would leave a few minutes for walking and for Sam to do his business.

I looked into Sam’s big sad brown eyes, and he didn’t say anything, he just looked up at me as if what I just said meant nothing to him, because he was intent on doing exactly what he wanted. I was dressed and I threw on a coat, because I had to fire Ryan.

Sam wasn’t cooperating. “If you think I’m leaving you here alone, then think again. The last time I left you alone, you tore up an antique sofa and chair worth thousands. And where the fuck is your coat? If you think I’m going to get it, fuck you, because I do enough for you, and I’m tired of this relationship. It’s not working out. It’s one way, but I’m going to change it, because you never do your part.” I couldn’t believe the only conversations I was having with someone who slept with me was a dog. And it was all his fault that I had no one in my bed but him. This was going to change, and soon.

“Okay, now that you’ve finally found your coat, didn’t you forget something.” I watched as Sam scurried down the foyer to get his leash. “No that’s not the right one. That’s the one I couldn’t find, because you took it, and I was looking all over the house for it the other night, and you had it all along.” I raised my eyebrow. “That was the collar I was looking for and the handcuffs. This cute guy come over for a little fun and games, and instead of you making yourself scarce, you were crying and mauling the door all night. A man like me can’t have a satisfied orgasm with you pawing and scratching at the door, and then when that didn’t work, you were crying. I think you knew what you were doing.

“So, fuck you, Sam, let’s go, because I’m taking you to obedience school after the groomers, and I hope they nick you in places you won’t easily forget.” Sam began moaning, because I think he understood what was going to happen today.

“ I’ll let the dog whisperer teach you how to behave, because men don’t want to be bothered with a man who has a dog that hates another male in the house and can’t behave himself. I should know. Because of you, no one will call me anymore. I have to resort to calling them, and they ask if I still have that dog. This time I’ll tell them the dog died... and don’t whimper, because if this doesn’t work, one of us is leaving here, and it’s not me,” I warned.

After placing Sam’s collar and coat on, I dragged him out of my apartment kicking and screaming for his morning walk. But he must have known there were things I had to tend to first before I arrived at my office, which made him reluctant to even rush to do his business. I swore Sam knew what he was doing.

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