Perfect! A friend of Vanessa's. Sure, this was guaranteed to work!
Samson fumed but he knew it was too late to call the whole thing off, and he knew that even if he tried, Mark wouldn't listen to him.
He ended the call, not giving Mark a chance to elaborate any further. Great! Now that stripper from the other night knew knew about his little problem. Vanessa knew about it too. The stripper coming tonight would probably find out too. Soon all the vampires and humans in Greenville would know about it too. He’d be the laughing stock of every party, the butt of every joke.
Samson Perry, bachelor vampire, can’t get it up! Very funny indeed.
Well, there was no way In hell that he was going to let that happen. Definitely not going to humiliate himself further, he thought as he grabbed his keys and walked hurriedly out of the house.
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Samson shook his head, trying to let her know that it was no big deal. "There's no problem. I can get it fixed" he replied, handing the towel back to her. The towel didn't do much to fix the stain on his white shirt, but he didn't mind one bit.She smiled at him again, and Samson could swear he felt a clench in his gut."Can I get you something to drink" she asked, as she moved to the other side of the counter where the drinks were placed.Samson kept his eyes on her. "Yes." he said, "An old fashioned would be nice... And keep it coming"...............Isabella nodded and turned her back to him so she could face the bar. She had no idea what an old fashioned was, nor did she know how to make one. But she did know that she didn't want to embarss herself in the presence of this incredibly handsome man.She had only been working at
"Oh hello, Samson" The voice said, "Fancy meeting you here"Samson turned to the right to see Jacob Saunders, and suddenly he felt all of his anger return. The smile vanished from his face, and he was his old self again. Just when he finally having some peace of mind, even if it was for only a little while, Jacob just had to come ruin it with his presence. He hated the bastard even more."What the fuck are you doing here, Jacob?" he asked and was replied with a grin."Probably the same thing you're doing here, Sam" Jacob replied, "Soothing my nerves with some shots"His eyes casually fell on Isabella, then he added, "And flirting with the bartender. I get it, she's cute. Can I get in on some of that action?" he asked, his eyes roaming over Isabella.For some reason, Samson felt the urge to punch him in the face. He didn't know the Lady, but he didn't like the way Jacob was
"Goodnight, Mr Peter" Isabella said as she grabbed her little bag and headed out of the bar. She had bandaged up the cut in her hand and was ready to go home. "Oh honey" said Mr Peter, who was behind the desk. "It's going to rain soon. Are you sure you don't want to wait a little before you leave?" Isabella shook her head, "No I can't wait," she replied, "I have to hurry up and pick up my dinner, I have lectures tomorrow and it's already getting late. I will just hurry up, don't worry, I will be fine. I'm sure I will be able catch a bus" She rushed out of the bar and halfway to her favourite restaurant it started drizzling. Isabella hurried along. She ducked into the first restaurant she encountered,giving up any attempt to get loan's tonight. This restaurant would just have to do tonight. She looked around and saw that the place was virtually empty. The woman at the entrance attempted to show her to a table, but Isabella waved her off. “Just takeout, please.” she said. The h
He was close behind her. And faster. She had to run for all she was worth. Her breath quickened as her lungs demanded more oxygen.Scouting the area ahead of her, she made a split-second decision and sprinted into the street to her right. A desperate glance over her shoulder confirmed that the brute was still chasing her.Scanning the street, she spotted several residences on the other side. All of them were dark, except for one. It seemed oddly familiar, with light shining through the windows in the front room. For some reason she felt drawn to it, but now wasn't the time to think. This was her chance, probably her only one. Not slowing down for even a second, she crossed the narrow street, ran up the few steps and hammered at the door.“Help! Help me!” she yelled.Frantically, she looked behind her while her fists continued pounding into the door. Her pursuer was less than half a
"Not so fast. We are both adults. I think you’re forgetting what you came here for. So there's really no need to play around. Let’s see what you’ve got to offer.” He let her know that he was willing to play along. Just for the hell of it.She threw him another scared look and made for the door. Samson was faster and cut her escape route off. He was enjoying himself now. In fact, he hadn’t had this much fun in a long time.She breathed heavily, still pretending to be scared. He could almost smell her fear, and he could still pick up the scent of her blood from the cut in her hands. His fangs itched, and he fought to control himself. His hands dug into her shoulders to pull her close. He didn’t care that her wet clothes would ruin his dry-clean-only pants and sweater.“No, let me go!” Her desperate plea echoed in his vast home.“You know you don’t want to go.” he said huskilyHe
Mark shook his head, and the guys behind him couldn’t suppress their stupid grins like they were a bunch of college kids and not full-grown vampires."That is a very angry looking Lady.” Raymond, one of Samson's friends pointed at the furious woman next to Samson. “Although I don't know why that is so since the both of you were just making out a few seconds ago. I think she's about to kill you from the look in her eyes. I’d start groveling right now if I were you.”Good advice. Samson thought and he winced inwardly.“Happy Birthday,” Mark, said. If he was trying to diffuse the situation, he’d have to work harder at it, because it sure wasn’t working. The situation was very awkward, and the Lady was still staring a angrily at him. Boy, , if looks could kill, Samson was sure that he would be dead by now. He couldn't blame her for glaring at him like that, he deserved it.“And congratulations,
Samson slapped his hand on his forehead. He knew instantly that it was because of that cut on her hand. He had suspected that Jacob would try something like this, but when Jacob left so quickly he had let go of his suspicion and simply drove home. Obviously, the bastard had just stayed back to stalk her.Vampires were hunters and most times when latched on to someone, they wouldn't stop until they had fed from them, sometimes even killed them. Some of them even made sure that they enjoyed the chase. Made their prey scared. Make them run and think that they could escaped. It was a sick thing to do, but it was Jacob, and he was really good at doing shitty things like this.For some reason, the thought of Jacob laying his hands on this human made his skin crawl, and he wanted so badly to punch Jacob real hard. He would do that definitely, but right now he had to take care of her."He's not my friend. Infact, we
He stopped right in front of her, his gaze meeting hers. Isabella suddenly realized that she had been staring at him the entire time he’d made his way down the stairs. She was sure he had watched her examine him. Unable to tear herself away from him, she inhaled his purely masculine scent.He handed her a stack of clothes, his hand accidentally touching hers as he did so, creating a spark of electricity in her.“There is a bathroom at the end of the hall. Fresh towels are in the linen closet,” he said, his voice soft and gentle.“Thank you.” Isabella felt her voice tremble, probably making her sound like a star-struck teenager.As she walked down the hall to find the bathroom, she heard the men whisper, but couldn’t make out what they were saying. She glanced back before she entered the bathroom and found Samson looking at her. Those dark eyes of his had followed h