PHOENIX
It’s been two days since the last time I saw Samantha again. I saw the pain in her eyes when our eyes met, then she ran away before I could even take a closer look at her. She hated me—that confirmed my suspicion.
When Abby begged me to stay with Mom in the mansion, I had to agree. Mom was worried hell, and I was such a selfish ass. I even forgot that Mom was sick months ago, and I felt so ashamed of what I’ve done.
I missed Samantha so much, and I fucking want to see her again. She looks beautiful than ever and has lost some weight, but she still looks hot, and the only woman who can make my dying heart beat again. Those tits that I adore so badly, and now I have no fucking chance to have those again. I am such a sick useless fuck. I chuckle bitterly.
I listen constantly to our recorded conversations, and thanks to my big br
SAM “Margaux, I got the manuscripts ready, emails sent to the following writers, and pages online is updated. Anything else you want to add for today?” I inform her over the phone. My boss is a forty-five-year-old divorcee with a son already a freshman in college. She’s an easy goer, never been a bitch to any of her co-workers that’s why I am so lucky to be a part of these amazing people, and I love my job so much. “Enough for today, Sam. I’m on my way back with the boss from the meeting with the new co-owner of publishing, and his team is already waiting in the lobby. See you in five minutes,” she answers and sounds a little bit nervous and excited at the same time. “Oh, I see. Can I do something?” So, it was true about the selling of Mr. Gilbert’s share. “Thanks, Sam!” I stand up from my chair to check for Sandy, and she’s busy talking with someone over the phone. She’s biting the tip of her pen and sp
PHOENIX I was used to having a hangover for months since my disastrous relationship with Samantha, but I groan as I feel my stiff body for being curled up long. I sit up straight on the couch and begin rubbing the back of my aching neck. I look around the small living room of her apartment, nothing to see other than the boring cream-colored wall, a flat tv screen, a set of couches, and a black glass coffee table. The memories of last night are ambiguous to me, except that I remember pissing off the security guard, and how Samantha helped my drunkass up into her apartment. She was still so magnificent even in her beige baggy sweater and baby blue pajama bottoms. I wonder how it feels to touch underneath those baggy clothes she wears. I missed those feelings. I missed her skin against my hands, and I missed those lips I kissed days ago. Jesus, I’m instantly a boner. It’s been a while, buddy
SAM I’ve been in the bathroom a few times, puking my guts out, but it still hurts. My back is dripping with sweat, and I want to puke more. It feels like there’s a ball rolling in my stomach. Thank God! Abby has a private doctor who takes care of me, and I don’t have to rush to the hospital. Even my mother is a nurse, I hate hospitals and I never visited her at her work. Just for a dental checkup, something about it that scares the hell out of me. I curl myself in the comfy king-size bed of one of the guest rooms at King’s mansion. The doctor gave me something to relieve the cramps in my tummy, and I feel better for a while. He said it was not food poisoning—I might have eaten something that I am allergic to. I know that I have allergies to mushrooms. There could be in the food we ate,
PHOENIX I’m grinning like an idiot even if she left me here astonished. I just confessed my feelings for her, and it took me all the encouragement in the world. It’s not that easy, especially for a guy who has an ego larger than the universe but for her; forget that fucking ego and it’s time to man up! It didn’t bother me even if she didn’t say it back—she doesn’t have to because based on her reaction I know she cares about me or at least she feels something for me somehow and that pays so much for my effort. “What are you doing here, Phoenix?” I crawl down her bed after stripping off my clothes. She’s already curled up in bed with a blanket tucked up under her chin. She’s still looked sick though, but she’s not puking anymore. I want to strangle Abby for letting her eat that food with mushrooms, but I want to
SAM I spent an hour soaking myself in the huge tab with a vanilla strawberry bubble bath and a glass of red wine. We had dinner after he’s done the cooking. I was just sitting pretty while he was busy preparing our dinner. We said our goodnight after finishing the movie we agreed to watch. I felt bad and empty when we separated our ways. I am sleeping alone while he’s just a few steps away, but he keeps to his words to keep his hands off me and the no sex we agreed. I glance at myself in front of the mirror one last time. No matter how much I want to spend my day in his apartment, I have to work and bills to pay. A knock at my door catches my attention. “Phoenix?” I yell in front of the mirror. I hear his vague voice, so I walk towards my bedroom all the way to the door. I approach with a gorgeous smile on his face, and I can’t help but gawk. He’s freshly showered. His hair is sti
PHOENIX Jesus! Who the hell sent her those flowers with that kind of note? I wonder if it was Gabrielle because that couldn’t be Tyler. I don’t like that dude, but he will never hurt Samantha. “I need help.” My voice is still shaking. Whether it was a joke or not it still affected my nerves. “Brother, don’t tell me you and your princess is in trouble again,” he answers chirpily. My brother knows that I and Samantha are having progress in our relationship. “No, Hawk. We’re good, but there’s something that bothers me.” I breathe deeply. My stomach twists into a knot at the thought of scared Samantha. “Someone sent flowers to Samantha in her office.” “Uh-huh! So, you’re jealous. I get it, brother. You want me to beat that person’s face,” he mocks me. I groan, “I wish that’s the case because I can take care of it by myself. Can you be a little serious this time? I think Gabrielle found out that I and
SAM Phoenix’s mouth hangs open as he stares at me for a good minute, then he finally blinks and laughs out loud. A whimper slips from my lips, and as fast as lightning, I am pressed underneath him, and he is grinning like an idiot. “Shouldn’t you at least say it back?” I raise a brow. “Nah,” that’s all he says before he crashes his lips on mine and kisses me slow, sweet, and innocent. “Sorry, princess but I’m not having sex with you tonight.” I fake a pout. “Not even a dry humping?” “Are you that desperate, my love?” I nod, biting my lip, then we burst into a laugh while our bodies pressed together. “I love you, Samantha. So fucking much!” “Good, Phoenix,” I reply. He then kisses my forehead, my eyes, my nose, my ch
SAM I’m still in shock with what I’ve found out. Sandy finally tells me everything, and I just listen closely to every word she says to me, but she makes me promise that I can’t tell anyone. But I may have to tell someone about it because I’m not good at keeping secret especially when the people I care about is involved. “Your phone is ringing, Sam.” Sandy’s voice jarred me out of my thoughts. I dug my phone from my bag. Our supposed to be an Arrow marathon turns to be a telling of her life story. I look at her when I check out my phone screen. She nods. “Handsome, miss me?” I answer. “You have no idea, beautiful. My cock is in need of your attention. I missed you, princess.” I can clearly hear the cheerfulness in his voice. How will he react if I’ll tell him the truth? God! It’s hard to be in this position. “Are you coming already?” I ask, biting my lip. “On my way, beautiful, it’s just three bl