Samantha Downing の小説・ストーリー

He smirked into his drink. Then came Samantha. She stepped onto the stage in a silver gown that shimmered beneath the lights, her smile perfectly poised, her chin tilted high. She looked straight at Asher. The announcer grinned. “Next up, the stunning Miss Samantha Leigh, known for her charity work and family connections. Let’s start the bidding at five thousand!” A few voices called out. “Five thousand!” “Six!” Samantha smiled wider, eyes flickering toward Asher expectantly. She gave a little wave, her gaze silently begging him to bid.

Everything has been annoying me since I woke up, and now, the woman who spent the last forty-eight hours humiliating me on national TV has decided to use my chest as a landing pad. I don't realize how tightly I’m holding her waist until the heat of her through her blazer begins to register. "Put me down!" Samantha snaps, her voice trembling. I release her instantly, my hands dropping to my sides. "Watch where you're going, Samantha. The lobby isn't a track field." I wait for an apology, for the professional courtesy, for anything. Instead, she lunges for her phone, scoops up her bag, and tries to shoulder past me.

Samantha walked up to the door and spoke to the security guard, “Hello, I’m Samantha Cowell. I need to speak to Ms. Celine. Please let us in.” The guard was named Chris Tatum and was a relative of Celine’s. He was Alyanz Tower’s head of security. Chris turned to Samantha, then looked at her from head to toe with a perverted smile on his face. Samantha was beautiful. With her pencil skirt on, her long legs looked enticing. On top of that, she had a pretty face and an air of elegance. Chris was enjoying just ogling at her. “You’re Samantha Cowell? Did you see what the sign says?” Chris smirked and pointed at a warning sign not far from them.

Not the face alone , the posture, the shoulders, the way her fingers gripped the table. “I don’t think we’ve met before .” Catherine said smoothly. Samantha forced herself to stand. “Samantha Blake. I’m here to cover the event.” She extended her hand. Catherine let it linger in the air before finally accepting it. Her touch was light but cold . “You dance well.” Catherine continued. “Thank you.” Samantha gave a small smile that didn’t reach her eyes. “I’ve seen that style before.” The words were casual but her eyes were not. She scanned her from top to bottom.

She walked towards the bathroom and washed up before walking towards the closet to get her dress for the day. She placed it on the bed before walking outta the room.. Samantha went downstairs without bothering to check his study because she thought he'd already left for work. She was on her way to the dining room when she saw a maid carrying a food tray and heading towards the stairs.. “ Whose meal is that?” Samantha asked and the maid stopped immediately before bowing respectfully to her.. “ I was told to take it to, lord Damian, Ma'am.” She politely spoke and Samantha's brightened up a bit when she realized that Damian had not left yet..

She was wearing sunglasses which is why her eyes weren't visible and she was continuously fanning herself as the sun was shining hot. Samantha is a model, a Victoria secret model to be exact. She was in the Maldives for her shoot for the past two months. She has heard a lot about this handsome man standing in front of her from her cousin sister, Natasha. Whenever they used to have a phone call or video call, Natasha won't stop gushing about this handsome driver of their grandmother who apparently saved their grandmother's life. Now that she saw him, Natasha didn't do justice while praising him because he is much more than that. He was so handsome but too bad he is a DRIVER. And her standard

Lawrence glared at Darren, who was laughing. I looked up at the sound of some people laughing. Samantha walked in with Addison, next to her. They were laughing rather loudly, oblivious about all the heads they turned. Samantha had changed her outfit to a black tight-fitting bodycon dress, with thin straps. It hugged her in all the right places, accentuating her curves. "Hi!" Samantha greeted, eyeing Darren and Lawrence. They both stood up to greet her, Darren shaking her hand gently. "I'm Samantha," she introduced herself.

Her words lightly brushed over the cold and rigid core of Ethan's heart, making it beat fiercely. Samantha continued, "Look, both of us have experienced having a child out of wedlock. You're twenty-eight, and I'm twenty-three. You stand at 1.89 meters, while I'm 1.68 meters tall. It's like we're perfectly matched for each other. ***

The PA replied. **************************** Knock! knock!! "Who is there?" Alfred opened the door after asking "Hmmmmm Mary come and see who is here!" Mary comes and sees Samantha she was well dressed, putting on a yellow armless short gown, holding a purse, and also wear white heels. She smells nice, Mary asked what she is doing here? Samantha said she only came here to give Mary and Alfred a sound warning to stay away from Ella's case and they shouldn't dare to go against David or else!

Robert, who was at the side, felt like he was about to have a mental breakdown since Kayden was also not picking up his calls. “Grandfather?” A gentle female voice full of hesitation, as if she were scared to speak too loudly, echoed softly through the room, miraculously shifting everyone's attention to her. “You,” Old Master Hunt blurted in surprise, his eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Sorry for interrupting,” Samantha said in a gentle voice as she slightly bowed to show her respect before approaching Grandfather Smith. She was wearing a long-sleeved white shirt tucked inside a dark blue long pencil skirt, which fit her like a glove. Paired with dark blue high heels. She looked conservative a