Samantha Downing Novels & Stories

“Where were you?” Samantha says as soon as I walk through the door. She walks to the entryway to look at me. I put my keys in the key bowl at the door and look at her. She’s in her underwear; I guess she was in the middle of getting dressed. She looks amazing, Sam is one of those girls that are obsessed with looking good. She spends a lot of time making sure she looks incredible. She goes to the gym, gets all types of treatments to make sure everything stays in place. I appreciate that about her, she’s a beautiful girl.

“And this is Paige Sinclair, his assistant. Mr. Dunn, Ms. Sinclair, this is Samantha Barringer. She is the mastermind and driving force behind Elevated Financials’ events and dinners.” Samantha’s eyes cut to Edward when he introduced her by her maiden name, but then she remembered he wanted to keep their family status quiet for now, so she shook the other two’s hands politely. She offered them drinks to begin while they waited for the others, then signalled the waiter in the hallway to bring out the appetizers. Edward and Mr. Dunn chose whiskey while Samantha and Paige started with wine. Samantha noticed Paige eyeing the whiskey. “So, Ms. Paige,” Samantha began with small talk. “Is Elevated

“Of course not.” Samantha turns walking over to a cabinet pulling out a pair of high heels. When she hands them to me I can't help but stare at them. They’re beautiful four inch heels completely covered in diamond rhinestones that match the jewels that line the angel wings. I quickly strap them on like they might disappear right before my eyes. “I wanted to check with you one more time about the virgin thing.” Samantha‘s words pull me away from dreamily admiring my heels.

Real damn inconvenient, these feelings. "Texting your girlfriend?" I looked up to find Damien leaning against the garage entrance, looking considerably healthier than someone who'd called in sick should. "Thought you were dying." I said, pocketing my phone. "Miraculous recovery." He grinned, sauntering over. "So? Was that Samantha?" "She's NOT my girlfriend," I said automatically, returning to the Williamson job. "Right." Damien dragged out the word, hopping onto the workbench beside me. "You just spend every waking moment with her, look at her like she's the fucking sun, and get pissy whenever any guy talks to her. Totally platonic."

MASON I leaned against my car, arms folded, trying hard to look casual. Chill. Detached. But my eyes? They had a mind of their own. They were locked on the back seat of Macey’s car. I didn’t even blink as the door opened, and Samantha stepped out like slow-motion was made for her. That dress. Red. Short. Silk. Wrapped around her like it was hand-stitched by the devil. I didn’t recognize it. It was new.

They were all seated and waiting including Samantha whose eyes widened as soon as she saw me. “What the fuck are you doing here?” She snapped, rising to her feet. “Sit back down Samantha MacAllister or I am going to have to have you exit while reasonable individuals converse” There was a minute of awkward silence with Samantha shooting me a murderous glare but she sat back down. “Good day, I am Julie Paxton and I am the representative for Luxanne, Birmingham” I began, pointedly staring at Samantha. No fucking way, I heard her mouth. Yes way, bitch… I could almost scream.

I murmer to her under my breath. I am carrying her up the gravel driveway to a large home in an affluent neighborhood near Houston, when she begins to stir. “Gabe?” she asks in a barely audible whisper. “Shhhh.” I hush her before she loses consciousness again. The old woman, Dana, opens the door and the fear at seeing me delivering her ‘precious cargo’ personally, is palpable. Normally, the task would have been delegated to one of the operators under my employ. Given the fact that I trust the hunter as far as I can toss him, I will be seeing to it that the delectable creature in my arms is not subject to the hunter’s atrocities.

Sasha asked in a journalist voice. Kyle glanced at her, she had a laptop in front of her and she was typing away, and as far as this conversation went, it was as if she was interviewing them. "Samantha." Sasha looked up as if to ask if this Samantha did not have a last name. "I did not catch her surname," Demi said hastily. "All I know is that she was working for MJ Billings. I told her that my sister was missing and that the last person she was meeting up with was MJ Billings."

' Riley says convincingly. 'Fine, what ever you say shrink' Stewart huffs as he leaves the room. Riley takes a moment to go back through Dee's files and notes, she was only 16 when she met Blake Samuels, he was 21, was she too young and nieve to understand what type of man he is? Or was? Or was she smart enough to be part of his criminal dealings? Either way, Riley struggled to put her finger on why someone like Dee was with someone like Blake.