Chrisanna I trace my fingers on the tattoo on his arm which has covered a good space of his biceps. I have always wanted to look at it from closer but I never got that chance. Most of the time when we were this close this close, we would either fight or my entire focus was on the hyperventilating Samuel. I couldn't see how fucking hot the tattoo looked on his skin."You don't wanna share?" my voice comes low as I keep caressing and staring at it, making countless assumptions about what it can be. He doesn't reply for a long moment before holding my wrist and sliding it down to his bare torso. My skin burns with his knuckles continuously tracing my bare shoulder. The intimacy we share is next to sheer perfection and I can't stop wanting him to leave a trace of his magical touch all over my body. However, I also know we're still not ready for it. "This—" he lets out a sigh, staring at the tattoo. His eyes slightly flinch. "What can you see?"I carefully stare at it, not really graspi
Chrisanna I wake up to the sun directly shining on my face. Squirming against the backseat, I struggle to open my eyes due to the lack of sleep. It was early morning when I dozed off and I exactly remember Samuel was still awake. He's not inside the car though. However, I don't panic or call him, knowing he wouldn't go anywhere, leaving me alone and naked in this car. Exhaling deeply, I can't help replaying the entire night inside of my head. My cheeks burn as I nibble my bottom lip to control that smile. It seems like the best night I have experienced in ages.That kiss. I never thought it would feel so good like a thread connecting us more intimately. And I can't get over the fact that it was his first kiss too. Yeah, he told me he got no girlfriend but you don't need a girlfriend or boyfriend to kiss someone. I have heard stories of people hooking up and it sounded so natural. I thought I was the only one who was weird, that I could never really hook up or get attracted to anyon
SamuelChrisanna doesn't wait for me to do anything. She grabs my arms and turns me around with so much confidence that she could flip my giant body three times bigger than her with a little bit of strength. It just makes me smile. "Oh, my God!" Chrisanna cries out as soon as she lifts my t-shirt. "This— how did this happen?" there's pure terror in her voice. "Samuel, how did you get this bru—" her voice freezes for a moment. "It happened last night?"I flip around and look into her unnerved eyes. "Why didn't you tell me? I asked you if you got hurt. And—" she groans. "I should have checked it properly""It's fine. I barely bled", I scoff."Yeah, right. You don't have to bleed to get hurt. Did you see your back properly? It looks miserable", her voice shivers. "It'll be fine. I'm gonna take a shower now and apply some ointment", I tell her. "You'll do it?" she asks."Yeah. Of course. You think these stupid scars hurt me?" I'm clearly bragging because it really hurts like shit!She
Chrisanna We reached the office within ten minutes and Samuel wouldn't tell me what the matter is. He just said he got some messages from Scarlett. He's walking faster, having completely forgotten that he has heavy bruises on his back. And I'm more focused on him than whatever is going on.As we reach inside, my eyes slightly widen in shock, discovering Rhys seated in the middle of the staff room while talking to some employees and turning pages of a file."What the hell is he doing here?" I mutter to Samuel and find the irk growing on his face.As all the eyes avert on us, the entire staff room becomes silent and Rhys looks at us, surprised, as if he didn't notice us coming inside. "Ah! Good afternoon, Samuel. Mind not calling you Mr Vance?" he grins."Not at all, Rhys. Good afternoon", Samuel husks. "May I know what you are doing in my office?""We had an appointment""That was not here. We were about to meet at yours", Samuel tucks his hands into his pocket as his body stiffens.
Chrisanna "You know you have been angry with me for like four times in the last three days", Samuel says, resting his arms on the door of the car as I come out, throwing him a cold glare. "I needed more than twelve hours to convince you""Did I tell you I'm angry?" I frown, slamming the door shut."And what about the cold treatment you're giving me?" he sounds frustrated as hell and deep down, I'm really enjoying that.Am I really evil to enjoy this?Of course, not. He owes me so much and he deserves to get frustrated by me once in a while."What cold treatment? What do you want me to do?" I roll my eyes and surge towards the clinic entrance. "You clearly understand what it's all about. We're in the clinic. I kept the promise", he says.I keep walking without giving a reply to him. His hand finds my hand and he laces his fingers with mine. The butterflies in my stomach live up, curling up inside me. I look at the side of my shoulder to hide my face from him because I know my face m
Samuel I walk into the prison. Chills rush through my body with every step I take inside. At some point, I want to turn back and leave, but I push myself through the decision I have taken after years. Two officers in charge block my way, dragging me out of my jumbled-up thoughts. "Are you here as a visitor?" one of them asks.I nod. "Yeah"I follow them to the prison warden."Who do you want to meet?" the warden asks. "Name of the prisoner?""Damien Porter", my throat throbs as I utter this name after years. The warden immediately looks up at me, frowning."Damien Porter?"I nod."Strange. No one comes to visit him. What's your name and what's your relationship with him?""It's Samuel Vance Gabriel. He's my— father", I utter. The warden nods. "Good for you that you don't carry such a person's name anymore. Anyway, the officers will show you the visitor's cell. Sign here"I complete the procedure and walk through the row of cells, following two officers. I'm waiting into the fade
Chrisanna "And Rhys is involving himself too much with the breast cancer research project. He wasn't even interested in it at first, then suddenly yesterday— he came to the office and started adding more investors we don't even need. He even tried to cut off a few of our old investors. Thankfully, Samuel immediately went to meet them in person and they didn't mind", I finish narrating the entire story to Emmy and Uncle Kane while making dinner."What's he up to?" Uncle Kane frowns, taking the baking tray with steak out of the microwave oven. "No clue. That's all Samuel told me", I mutter while stirring the creamy mashed potatoes on the stove."Are we talking about work now?" Emmy shrugs, nudging the cutting board aside."It's just for time-pass", Uncle Kane rolls his eyes. "Right, Chrissie?""Of course", I laugh."I think it's boring", Kylee mutters, popping marshmallows into her mouth, sitting on the kitchen counter."And what are you doing up there?" Emmy screeches. "Eating these
Chrisanna I don't know whether I should be freaked out at the way Samuel snapped or be stunned at the words he used. It's too much to process. I was definitely not expecting such a huge shock. Uncle Kane isn't Samuel's father? Did I mishear? It better not be true. Unless it is. "I want a damn answer", his voice is calm but clipped, a clear indication that he is seething with anger. The shock on Emmy and Uncle Kane's faces is palpable as their eyes dart back and forth in search of words.However, right now, I'm more focused on Samuel, knowing it'll only get worse. His body language, his reddening eyes and his stiff body say it all. Emmy and Uncle Kane might not have any idea of his issues. "Samuel", a whisper barely escapes my lips as I slip my arm around his torso to pull him backwards. "You're not feeling well. Come with me. Please"I try to keep my voice as low as possible so no one can hear me except him but it seems like he paid no attention to what I'm saying. Nonetheless, de