Samantha Downing Novels & Stories

I just hoped Kaizer would learn to love her because, if Grandma would just let me, I think I might have -- Samantha POV Knock-knock Ugh! My brow furrowed in annoyance at these people's games. Knock, then nothing, and now knocking again. Irritated, I stood up and grabbed the baseball bat beside the bed – I have no idea why there's one here – and carried it towards the door. I swung the door open aggressively, raising the baseball bat at whoever was knocking, and that someone immediately stumbled backward. "Wait, wait! Calm down!" He said, Making hands up to block my swing. I glared at him and lowered the bat, so he straightened up and laughed at me.

I will get right on that. Danika Jackson- Finance. Jessica Mason- HR. Marisa Harrison- Development. Lindsay Daniels- Sales. And Tinsly Marsh is one of my secretaries. And they were all after Sam's job... or her place by my side. I'm going to be making a few calls before I go back up to see my girl again.

I added, my voice firm now, “those boys are Grahams. They belong to me. You have no connection to them.” His expression faltered, then I turned to Sharon. “You could have continued pretending,” I said coldly. “But now you’ve shown exactly who you are.” “No, Damon…” she rushed forward. “It’s not what you think…” “Then what do you think he thinks?” A voice came from behind us. We all turned. Sophia’s breath hitched. “Sam…?” The same Samantha she told me would be visiting Stornoway? She walked in like she had been waiting for this exact moment. And beside her was detective Brownlow.

Maisy said, trying to reassure her young madam. “I know, it’s just…something doesn’t feel right” Amelia replied. She turns her gaze to her maids before letting out a heavy sigh. She then walked towards the mini living room and sat down on the couch before opening the TV to get her mind somewhere else. Amelia was watching silently when her phone rang. Helga took it from the bed and handed her the phone. Amelia answers it after noticing that it was a call from Damian. ‘Damian!’ she thought. “Hello, is this Mrs. Castillo?” the woman said on the other line.

She quickly looked down at the papers again and gave a hard swallow as she plastered a smile on her face. “Yes, but before that, I would like you to finally meet David Andrews,” her father told her and Sam gave him a weak nod. “David this is my secretary and daughter Samantha Peters,” he told the man. He turned to her and instantly Sam saw shock and recognition flash across his face. Of course. Of course, he’d remembered her. Life wasn’t ever going to just let Sam slip by once without making an idiot of herself! With all her might, Sam tried to keep the polite smile on her face and held out her hand. “I-it’s nice to meet you, Mr. Andrews. We are excited to have you here.” At the very least,

Samantha looks back at Jimmy, who's watching from the table. Samantha looks back at the woman and gives her a warm smile. "Yes, Jimmy's here," she says. "May I ask who's asking?" The woman smiles back. "My name is Rebecca," she says. "I'm Jimmy's daughter." Samantha's jaw drops in surprise, and she glances back at Jimmy, who looks just as shocked. "Daughter?" Samantha asks. "You never told us you had a daughter!" Jimmy stands up and walks over to the door. "Rebecca," he says, in a hushed voice. "What are you doing here?"

" She finally stopped speaking and didnt know all this while that Damien has been watching and listening to her when he decided to follow her and see her out. Kimberly turned. "Blood of Jesus!!" She screamed and her heart almost jumped out of her chest. Oh! I'm in trouble. I'm dead. She bit her lip hard that it'd be bleeding anytime soon if she doesn't stop. "Secretary Kim," Damien called. "Uh...s..sir?" She stammered. "Follow me." He commanded and took the stairs up. I'm so dead today. I said ill things about him. I need to call Anita and Chloe to get a coffin and funeral ready for me.

Samantha growled softly at him as he tried to shake me off. Finally, my mate stood up tall and smiled. “Ladies and Gentlemen.” She announced, “Please stand.” I quickly tightened my own tie and looked over as Penny started skipping down the path, her hair in twin braids down her back with flowers woven in. Slowly she climbed the steps, walking over to Samantha and curtseying before she turned to Daren and curtseyed again. Daren smiled and bowed slightly.

She looks back at Damon. Samantha stands up straight and walks toward Damon. Martin follows her. "There is a solution to his problem too, but before confirming anything, I want to talk to him." She sits on her knees in front of him. "Hey, this is Doctor Samantha." She extends her hand for a handshake. Damon simply looks at her with a cold expression. "Don't you want to handshake with me? " Damon doesn't reply. "Ouch, that hurts." She acts by placing her hand on her chest.

Her voice was smooth, dripping with something I couldn’t quite place yet. I tilted my head, feigning curiosity. “That’s what they call me.” She chuckled, eyes scanning me from head to toe. “I’ve heard a lot about you.” I arched a brow. “Oh? Can’t say the same about you.” “Sam.” She extended a perfectly manicured hand, her nails painted deep red. “Samantha Brooks.” I didn’t shake her hand. Instead, I folded my arms across my chest, keeping my expression unreadable. “Cool. Should I be flattered you’ve heard about me, or should I be worried?”