Six Years Ago

  Asher looked at himself in the mirror. He checked himself out to make sure that his polo shirt and dark slacks look pristine. Zayner bursts into Asher's room wearing what looks like a 3 day old band shirt and some holey jeans.

  "Dude! Come on! What's..."

  Zayner looks at Asher from head to toe and then toe to head. Zayner lets out a deep sigh. Zayner should've known that Asher would go all out for a mediocre party.

  "Ash... We're not going to a fancy party... We're going to REGULAR party and nothing else. Why do you think I wore this masterpiece!"

  Zayner does a twirl to prove his point. He gives a flourish for extra flare. Asher rolls his eyes at Zayner from his anticks. Asher almost regretted agreeing to go to this party that Zayner was begging him to go to this party. He hopes to God that it's not some weird orgy party. He would turn around and leave Zayner at the party without a second thought.

  "You look like homeless guy."

  "I do not! I look hip and fashionable!"

  "If you're going to a Hobo Convention, sure."

  Zayner's mouth dropped and looked back at his outfit. The look on his face had him second guessing his outfit choice. He looked back up at Asher with his best puppy dog eyes he could moster. Asher glared at him.

  "No...."

  "Come on, dude! Let me borrow something!"

  "I said no."

  "Fine, fine. I need to piss. I'll meet you by the car."

  Asher rolled his eyes and headed out his house. Asher looked back for a hot second before going to the driver side door and lean on his car. He crossed his leg over the other by the ankles. He crosses his arms and tapped his finger on his bicep. Asher closed his eyes, getting impatient with Zayner. What is taking Zayner so long to just use the bathroom? Asher's eyes snapped open, he wouldn't dare. Zayner comes out of the house wearing a black polo and some khakis.

  "Are you shitting me!?

  Zayner stopped and looked up at Asher. He give him a goofy smile.

  "Well, who know that taking a piss would make your clothes look better."

  Asher facepalmed and let out an irritated groan.

  "You better dry clean them when after night, Zayner."

  "Of course!"

  Zayner smiled brightly at Asher knowning that he got away with wearing Asher's clothes. He went around and got into the passenger side. He opened the door and sat in the seat. He buckled up and looked over at Asher. Asher opened the driver's door and peeked his head through.

  "Did you lock the door?"

  Zayner thought for a second before shaking his head.

  "Nope! I forgot!"

  Asher gave a deadpan look at Zayner. He stared at Zayner for a long minute before he cocked an eyebrow at him.

  "Are you going to go back and lock it?"

  "What?"

  "Are you going to go lock the door?"

  Zayner looked around before looking back at Asher, gesturing at the seatbelt that he just clicked into place.

  "But I'm buckled up!"

  "GET YOUR ASS OUT AND LOCKED MY DAMN DOOR!"

  Zayner was out of the car in an instant. He knew better than to push his luck when Asher wasn't in a good mood. Maybe it was because he was wearing his clothes? Nah, it was because he forgot to lock the door. Zayner locked the door and rushed back to the car. He didn't want to keep Asher waiting for too much longer. He got back into his seat and buckled up.

  "All done boss!"

  Asher rolled his eyes and got back into his car and started it.

  "I'm not your boss, we're desk neighbors."

  "Oh, I know but you'll get a promotion soon."

  "No, I won't"

  "Dude! Yes you will! I just know it."

  Asher put the car into gear and drove off to where the party is being held. Asher pulled up to the house where the party was being held at. His car was shaking because Zayner couldn't contain his excitement. He was ready to get laid that night. As soon as Asher parked the car, Zayner was out of the car and walk halfway into the house before Asher could turn off the car. Asher groaned in frustration.

  "Why do I even bother with that asshole?"

  Asher said to no one in particular. He sighed and got out of his car and slowly made his way to the door. He took a deep breath before entering the house. As soon as he entered the house, he heard a loud "smack" sound. He looked over to the side and saw Zayner holding his cheek as a blonde girl wearing a rainbow colored crop top and what he guessed was shorts if you want to call them that. They looked more that denim thongs than anything. Asher shook his head. Zayner was already getting himself into trouble. Asher figured that Zayner didn't get the hint with the rainbow crop top that she was a lesbian or something. Asher went and got two cups of beer and went over to Zayner. Zayner was still nursing his cheek whZen Asher swirled the beer at his eye level.

  "Already getting yourself into trouble?"

  Asher quipped as Zayner took the beer from his hand and chugged it down. Zayner wiped his mouth before answering Asher.

  "She's just playing hard to get."

  "I think she's gay though. I think you need to drop it."

  Zayner threw his hands up.

  "What makes you think she's gay?"

  Asher just gestured at the girl that was storming off and the crop top she was wearing.

  "That's why."

  Zayner blinks a couple of times before shaking his head in disbelief.

  "And? She might like Skittles!"

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  Asher gave him a deadpan look. He blinked slowly.

  "Now, you're just making excuses."

  "I am not! I think she's just playing hard to get!"

  "Whatever, Zayner. I don't want to see you black and blue because you can't take a hint."

  Zayner gave Asher a wide grin. Asher rolled his eyes at Zayner.

  "Oh, I'll show you, Asher! I'll be the same pretty boy tomorrow as I am today!"

  "Don't flatter yourself, Zayner"

  Asher finished his beer and walked away from Zayner, not wanting to be part of Zayner's shenanigans. He threw away his cup and grabbed another beer and took a swig of it.

  "Hello there, Cowboy..."

  Asher froze mid-drink and looked at the corner of his eye. It was Magan. What the hell was she doing here? She was wearing a teal v-cut shirt that showed off her cleavage and knee high denim shorts. She was leaning forward and obviously trying to get him to look down at the cleavage she was displaying out for him. He knew better than to fall for her trap. He lowered his drink and pinched the bridge of his nose.

  "How many times have I told you NOT to call me 'Cowboy'?"

  Magan tapped at her lower lip before answering Asher with a sly smirk.

  "Maybe only a couple of times but I like your reactions. They are soooo cute."

  Magan winked at him and stood up straighter.

  "What brings you here at this party?"

  Magan asked as she circled her finger around her cup which Asher believed had wine in it. She always loved the taste of red wine and could smell it on her breath.

  "Zayner wanted me to accompany him. I think he's trying to get laid here."

  Magan giggled as she looked around and spotted Zayner. He was staring at the girl who slapped him, trying to figure out another game plan to his approach.

  "Yeah, that sounds like him. He's always chasing tail to see who would bend over for him. I wouldn't mind bending over for a certain someone."

  Asher was drinking his beer when he started coughing it out of his lungs. Yeah, she has had a few to drink for sure. He pounded his chest to get the remanence of the beer out of his lungs before answering her.

  "I see, any luck with that?"

  Asher asked not really getting the hint she was trying to give him. She sighed, she forgot how oblivious he could be at times. He was always the kind of guy that you would have to spell things out for him for him to get what was being said. She place a finger on his chest and drew circles on it before answering him.

  "Well, he just got here, and I haven't had the chance to..."

  She pressed herself on Asher making her body flushed against his. Maybe if she was bold enough, he would give into her advances.

  "Tell him that I would want to bend over for him..."

  Asher cleared his throat and pulled the collar of his polo shirt. Was it just hot, or was she making it a little hot?

  "Well, maybe you should tell him what you are getting at so that he would know what you want from him."

  Magan just smiled sweetly at Asher before tracing a finger up to his jawline and to his chin.

  "Maybe I will, or maybe I'll just give him some..."

  Before he knew it, Magan lowered her hand further south and cupped Asher and gave him a little "motivation" to what she wanted.

  "... Motivation. You think he would get the hint if I did that?"

  Asher didn't know what to do. He was dumbfounded that Magan would do something like this. Was it the wine? Or was this her true feelings for him? He wasn't sure. He always thought that Magan was only a flirt and just flirted with every guy. It seemed like her personality. The more he thought about it, the more things made sense. He never saw her flirting with anyone else but himself. Zayner tried flirting with her but she seemed disinterested in him. When Asher came into the picture, she would beam and strut that tight ass towards him just to tease and flirt with him. While Asher was having an epiphany about the whole situation, Magan's eyes sparkled as she lead him into one of the empty bedrooms. She gently pushed Asher into the room and shut the door behind her. She locked the door and pressed herself against him. Her efforts were a little rough as they thudded against the wall, breaking Asher out of his stupor. Magan's hot breath was on his neck, and he gently moved her away from his body only inches from her face.

  "Wait, Magan! I think you are going a little too fast!"

  Magan looked up at him through her lashes and gave him a pout.

  "I'm not going fast, Asher. I've been flirting with you for almost a year. You just haven't figured out what I really want."

  Magan tried to cup him again, but he stopped her before she got the chance to do so. Asher shook his head,

  "I think you've had too much to drink. I don't want you regretting something if this..."

  Asher gesture to the scenario at hand,

  "... Happens."

  Magan's eyes glistened with unshed tears before quickly shaking the tears out of her eyes. She lightly hammer fisted his chest before answering him.

  "No, you don't understand! I want this! I've been wanting this for a very long time! I'm not going to regret this. I just want you, Asher. Please, don't make me beg..."

  Asher was taken aback. He's never seen Magan so vulernable before. Maybe she was being real with him. He didn't know. He shook his head and said.

  "I think the wine is clouding your-"

  Before Asher could finish, Magan slammed her lips against his in a passionate kiss. She snaked her tongue into his mouth as they made out. Asher lost himself for a second as Magan pressed her body against his pushing him against the wall. Magan let out a yelp as she felt his hands cupping her ass. She looked back at him with a smirk on her face.

  "I see you found something you like, Cowboy..."

  Asher blushed from her smuldering look she was giving him. Asher just cleared his throat.

  "Well, they do have a mind of their own at times..."

  Asher quipped quickly. Magan grabbed his hands and guided them under her shirt and under her bra. She left his hands on her bountiful breasts.

  "Then, I don't mind them exploring here. My girls have been begging to be touched by you."

  Asher gulped and gave them a gentle squeeze. Magan squeaked at his actions. She blushed as she says.

  "Careful, they are sensitive... For you and only you, Cowboy. Why don't we go to the bed and let this Cowgirl bring you to the rodeo. I wanna see if you can last more than eight seconds with me..."

  She gave him a wink, clearly trying to make a rodeo pun. Asher chuckled and gave her a gentle smile.

  "Oh, I think I can last longer than eight seconds, I think you won't be able to last more than that."

  "Is that a challenge?"

  "It's a promise..."

  Asher woke up to his phone buzzing. He thought it was his alarm clock on his phone to check it. The time read 8:47am. Asher panicked a little bit until he realized that it was a Sunday. He did not want to ever be late for work. He built good work ethics to make sure that he was never late. He looked at his phone again to see why his phone was going off, it was a text from Zayner. Asher rolled his eyes.

  "Great, what does he want? It's too early to deal with his shit..."

  He opened the message and there was a picture in the text. Zayner was smiling like a loon as he took a selfie of him and a girl in his bed, the same girl that wore the rainbow crop top. Zayner just had the text.

  "Told you she was just playing hard to get!"

  Asher sighed. He hated being wrong with Zayner because he knew when tomorrow comes around, Zayner will shove it in his face. Asher heard an odd sound coming from his bathroom. Wait, when did he come home from the party? He guessed that he drove himself home but what was that sound? Asher got out of the bed realizing that he was naked. Oh, right, he was at the "rodeo" with Magan last night. He put on a pair of gym shorts and walked into his bathroom. Magan was hugging his toilet, puking her guts out. Asher leaned on the doorframe and crossed his arms.

  "Didn't have that much to drink, huh?"

  Magan flipped him off without looking at him. She let out retch before looking at him.

  "I didn't... I only drank-"

  Her cheeks puffed out like she was going to pout before puking into the toilet. Asher winced as she walked over to her and knelt beside her, rubbing her back.

  "At least it's Sunday and you can recover."

  Magan just nodded as she puked once again into his toilet.

  "You can stay here until you feel better, then I can drive you back to your place."

  Magan looked up at him with a sad expression in her eyes.

  "I can't stay with you until tomorrow?"

  Asher shook his head.

  "You don't have clothes here, and I doubt you can go into work in the same clothes as yesterday."

  "Oh, right..."

  Magan sounded defeated at his revelation. Asher felt a little sorry for Magan. He felt like an asshole even though it wasn't really an asshole move to make since he always wanted his colleagues to look their best at work.

  "How about this then, we can go to your place after you feel a little better, grab your work clothes, and come back here so you can stay the night. How does that sound?"

  Magan beamed with the brightest smile she could, well it would've been if she didn't puffed her cheeks halfway through the smile to turn back and puked into his toilet again. Asher rubbed her back a little.

  "Just come on out when you feel better okay?"

  Asher said softly as he rose slowly and walked out of the bathroom. Magan looked his way as he went out of view. She lowered her hand down to her abdomen and started rubbing it.

  "I hope this doesn't mean..."