Chapter 6

•Matilda's POV

Calvin stood speechless, too stunned to speak or defend Maya.

"Samson, explain yourself. How dare you sleep with my two daughters? Are you crazy?" Dad demanded furiously.

Samson's voice dropped in an apologetic tone as he responded, "I am sorry, Chief. I didn't know she wasn't Maya. I thought she was my fiancée. I regret my actions and made a terrible mistake." He lowered his hand, his hands still rested on Maya's shoulder as he was still hugging her.

My father lost words to say. The matter weighed down on him.

"You cannot marry two of my daughters. Matilda has never been with a man before, and now you ruined her. What do you think about this? That you will sleep with my daughter and get away with it?" Dad demanded furiously, and words caught in Samson's throat as he glared at me.

"Sir, I don't love Matilda. If I knew that she wasn't Maya, I wouldn't have touched her," Samson replied, his tone steady but firm. But my father shook his head.

"You will not sleep with Matilda like that and get away with it. You ruined her innocence, so you will have to bear the responsibility for it. I will contact your father and cancel your wedding with Maya. You will marry Matilda, and that's final."

"What? Dad!" Maya gasped, and even I was stunned. I raised my head and saw the deadly glare on Samson's face.

"Sir, with all due respect, you cannot force me to marry Matilda. I don't love her. I cannot marry her," Samson said stubbornly.

My father shook his head adamantly. "This house has surveillance cameras. It's either you marry Matilda, or else I will sue you in court for taking advantage of my daughter because of her clumsiness."

"Sir, you cannot do that to me. I won't accept to marry Matilda," Samson still refused, but Dad ignored him.

Dad turned to me and stretched his hand forward to help me stand on my feet. "Come on, get up, Matilda."

I stood up, my feet trembling with the weight of my father's brutal order.

"Dad, you cannot force my fiancé to marry Matilda. Samson and I have had sex too. He cannot marry Matilda because of her mistake. She is the one at fault here. This is Samson's guest room, yet Matilda sneaked in here to seduce him. I won't accept that. Samson is my fiancé, and you won't cancel our wedding!" Maya screamed, sobbing, and wanting Dad to change his mind, but he didn't spare her any glance. His hand held me as he led me out of the room.

As I walked past Calvin, I could feel his hostility rolling off him in waves.

Once Dad and I stepped out of the guest room, the maids hovering at the door quickly dispersed as Dad escorted me back to my room.

When I stepped into my room, as shame clung to me like a second skin, my lips trembled as I apologized, "I am sorry, Dad. I didn't mean to sleep with Maya's fiancé."

"It's fine. You don't have to apologize. Next time, you shouldn't take any alcoholic drink. It's why your mother and I warned you to stay in your room. You would think we hate you, but it's to keep you safe. Now look at you," Dad stated, his tone laced with anger, and a wave of guilt crashed over me.

"Don't worry. I will sort this out. But just get prepared to move into the Finley mansion, because I won't let this slide," Dad stated, as he turned and left my room.

I got scared of Maya coming into my room to attack me. After all, she has bragged about Samson. So I rushed to lock the door, to keep her and everyone away.

How did I make the mistake of going to the guest room that my mother had offered to Samson?

The room was just three rooms away from mine, as my room was the last of all the rooms on this first floor.

Sighing, I moved to the bed to sleep. My pụssy hurting from the relentless torture that Samson had given me the previous night.

When I perched on the bed, my mind raced, wondering what was going on, as I heard my sister's loud voice screaming, "Dad, you cannot do this to me. Matilda cannot marry my fiancé. Do you not care about me, my reputation? No one knows Matilda. She cannot take my place in my wedding. I won't accept this."

I trembled on the bed, scared of my sister hurting me.

I moved away from the bed and went to the bathroom to bathe and wash myself off that masculine scent of ginger and honey. It clung to me like a second skin.

As I entered the bathroom, I kept the bedsheets away and climbed into the bathtub. My body trembling, my lips quivering.

How did I make such a terrible mistake? I don't like Maya's fiancé. I had hoped for a good man to marry me, despite my flaws. Not someone who mistook me for my sister. I thought to explain to my father that I don't want to marry Samson. He was Maya's fiancé. If she wants to forgive him and continue her relationship with him, it's fine. I don't want a man who doesn't love me. I don't have to do that.

Tears streamed down my cheeks as I turned on the shower and resumed bathing in the bathtub.

The water cascaded down my body, washing off the masculine scent that clung to my skin. As I could still remember how Samson's hands had held my waist, how his deep voice had moaned passionately against my ears, how he had taken my whole. My pụssy ached at the remembrance of his pleasure.

"Maya is lucky to have him. I don't have to fight for him," I mumbled, shutting my eyes against the sinful memories as I continued with my bath.