MasukMarcos was sweating bullets, unsure what to do with his hands. Caio, on the other hand, was quietly amused by the whole situation—there was something funny about seeing the guy completely lost.Samantha had no idea how to act either. Should she deny what she’d said? Slip away and hide? Call for help from Sophia, who was still dancing downstairs, completely oblivious to the chaos unfolding up here?“I think I’ll take that drink now,” Adam said, turning to the woman beside him with a calculated smile.She got up eagerly to fetch it, and Adam shifted his gaze back to Samantha—slow, deliberate, and full of purpose. She knew exactly what he was doing.“Adam, you mentioned you were with someone tonight and even turned down one of my girls,” Montenegro observed, curious. “But where is she? Running late?”“Looks like she’s taking longer than expected,” Adam replied, never taking his eyes off Samantha.“The offer’s still on the table. If she doesn’t show up…” Montenegro discreetly nodded towar
Marcos arrived at the nightclub exactly as instructed, choosing his motorcycle as he almost always did. It wasn’t just about practicality. There was something about the speed, the wind whipping across his face, and the machine’s instant response that kept him sharp, as if every ride was a quiet warm-up for whatever came next.Inside, the night had been running smoothly.So far, nothing had gotten out of hand. No one had crossed any lines. The place kept up that deceptive air of normalcy—loud music, pulsing lights, bodies moving on the dance floor—but in a spot like this, calm was never a promise of anything.It was just a lull.Samantha was dancing with Sophia when, for some reason she couldn’t quite explain, she glanced up toward the VIP section.That’s when she saw him.A man making his way upstairs, accompanied by three women dressed in deliberately provocative outfits, closely followed by two bodyguards who clearly weren’t there for decoration.It wasn’t just any group, and instin
Night fell, and the two of them started getting ready for the club. Samantha tried on several outfits Sophia had given her, but she decided not to push her luck. She knew Adam. She knew exactly how jealous he could be.She wasn’t going out to stir up more trouble with him. She just wanted to have a good time and forget about everything for a while.In the end, she chose a black sparkly dress with thin straps. It wasn’t too short. Aside from the neckline, it was the least revealing option she’d found.“You look incredible,” Sophia said, motioning for her to spin around.Samantha twirled, a little unsure of herself.“Do you really think your brother won’t get mad if I go out dressed like this?”Sophia shrugged, a crooked smile playing on her lips.“He’ll just have to deal with it. Who told him to have such a hot girlfriend? He’s gonna have to learn how to handle his jealousy.”Samantha let out a short laugh but quickly raised an eyebrow.“And you? You know you’re going to kill poor Caio
Samantha remained silent for a few seconds, still holding the photograph between her fingers, but her gaze was no longer on it.It was on him.There was something in his answer, in the way he spoke about his sister, that opened up a possibility—and at the same time, raised a doubt she couldn’t simply ignore.If she wanted to understand how far this went… she would need to test it.“And about that…” she began carefully, not wanting to sound invasive, “when you talk about someone for her to fall in love with, is there any specific type of man you would accept?”She lifted her eyes, meeting his.“Or would it not matter, as long as she wanted him?”Adam stopped what he was doing. Not abruptly, but enough to show that the question carried weight. He slowly turned in his chair, his eyes fixed on her, analyzing far more than just her words.“It matters.” He rested his arm on the table, his fingers lightly tapping the surface as he organized his thoughts. “For me… the farther away from this l
When Samantha came downstairs, the smell of food guided her to the kitchen before she even realized what was drawing her in. As she approached, she found Adam with his back to her, wearing nothing but jeans, his body moving with an easy, unbothered confidence, as if that space were just another territory under his control.“It looks very appetizing,” she said, letting the words slip out with a calculated lightness.He turned his head slowly, as if he already knew she was there, then moved toward the counter, leaning against it with effortless ease while his gaze traveled over every detail of her without the slightest hurry, as though he were taking in more than just what he saw.His hand slid over his own abdomen in a gesture that seemed casual but carried intention.“Are you talking about the food… or me?”There was provocation in the question, but also something deeper, a kind of silent test he didn’t need to voice.Samantha didn’t back down.She moved closer with the same calm, clo
Adam returned with the painkiller, exactly as he had promised.Samantha was already on the edge of sleep, her eyes heavy, her body slowly giving in, but he wouldn’t allow it.“Drink.”His voice came out low and far too firm to be a request.He held out the pill and the glass, watching her every move.“If the pain gets worse, this will take care of it. But don’t fall asleep yet. You hit your head, and it may not look serious—for now.”She nodded without arguing. She took the pill, brought it to her mouth, and swallowed with some difficulty.His eyes never left her for even a second.“Get dressed and come downstairs,” he continued, already moving away. “I’ll order something for us to eat. Down there… we’ll talk. That way you’ll stay awake.”It wasn’t just care. It was the control he needed to keep.Adam leaned in and pressed a quick kiss to the top of her head, then left the room before she could read anything more into it.Halfway down the stairs, his phone vibrated. Adam glanced at th
Samantha, still sitting on his lap, watched the scene with a mix of shock and amusement. She turned to Adam, her eyes half-closed."Would you really have the guts to throw him off from up here?" she asked, even though she knew it'd be insane to open the door mid-flight.Adam nipped lightly at her e
That day, everyone got up earlier. The flight was scheduled for seven in the morning and would take about five hours to Mexico. Their destination was Santa Monica.They were on a private jet. As soon as she stepped inside, Samantha noticed the luxury and refinement of the interior: soft leather arm
Even knowing he could die for touching her, he decided he would. And if he had to die for that act, at least he’d die happy: he would have had these moments with the woman he loved, and more than that, he would give her exactly what she was craving.Caio gripped her back, making a firm, decisive mo
Caio walked back into the house after shaking Sophia off. But he didn’t find Adam where he expected. He asked the two sitting on the sofa, messing with their phones.“Where’s Adam?”“He went after Samantha,” Andrew replied, lifting his eyes from the screen. “But what’s up with you? You look pale.”







