Chapter Four: Show

Chapter Four: Show

Samantha's POV

I was like a freaking crazy while staring at his picture. He is filthy rich and indeed handsome.

“You seemed so happy,” Nita said while she was serving me coffee. I couldn't stop but smile while biting my finger.

“Do you find this attractive, Nita?” I asked her while showing her Diego’s half-naked photo.  Her eyes widened when she saw it. I laughed at her reaction.

“Ma'am Sam, where did you get that picture? That's inappropriate. But yes, he's handsome,” she said, but I shook my head. It's actually yummy. I mean, he's damn hot and spicy.

I smiled broadly. I've been waiting for his message. It's Harold, the one I met in Diego's company. After I left his company, I made sure to get his secretary’s assistant’s number.

I just used my charm to get what I wanted. He's actually easy to fool. I will not miss the chance to stalk Diego. He'll be mine, after all.

“Miss Sam, he's going for a jog,” he sent a message. Through Harold, I can easily find out where Diego Zayn Presley is. It's just a name, but it's actually very interesting.

“Nita, tell Jorge to send me to this place right now. I'll be going for a jogging,” I told her and stood up.

“But ma'am. You've never done that before,'' she said, which made me roll my eyes. Jogging is not my thing, but since Zayn loves to do it, I think I'll get used to it.

“Just do it, Nita,” I told her before going to my room to change my clothes. After that, Jorge sent me to the place where I waited for him.

When I saw him approaching, I started jogging. I thought he saw me, but he was looking somewhere else. I pouted when he passed by. That's why I jog after him.

“Zayn,” I called him. He’s not responding. He's like running, and it's hard to jog with him. I hoped I would be blessed with those long legs, too.  

 I held his shirt, which made him notice me. I waved my hand, but his forehead knotted, and there I realized that he was wearing an earbud when he removed it.

“You again?” He seemed disappointed. I furrowed my eyebrows. Does he not feel threatened by what I told him in his company? This guy is unbelievable. He should be proud that he's the one who gets my purity.

“Yup, and I just want to remind you about something,” I pointed to his chest while looking at him. I bit my lips and fixed the strand of my hair. I like how he looks right now. He's freaking wet. I could even see the masculine body that he hid from those clothes.

But anyway, I’m not only here about those things; I also want to claim him. Damn, Sam! He should be attracted to me right now. Is there something wrong with my charms?

“About what?” he asked, uninterested. My jaw dropped. Really? He doesn't find me cute or beautiful. I even wore this jogging outfit for him.

“You need to be responsible for getting my virginity!” I said in a mad voice, he's making me feel irritated. He then suddenly covered my mouth and looked around. Hmm, I love his perfume. I feel addicted to it. I kept smelling him when he removed his hand from my mouth.

“Lower your voice. There are people around us,” he said, which made me look at them. We're actually here in the park right now, and a lot of people came here this morning.

A brilliant idea came to me. What great timing. I stared at him, trying to concentrate. I pretended as if I was hurt. But to be honest, I really wanted to laugh so loudly.

“What's wrong?” he asked me, sounding so worried. I sobbed like he was oppressing me. I bit my lower lips and looked at him with pleading eyes.

“What happened to her?”

Why is she crying?”

“Gosh, I can't believe another girl would cry with a jerk, but he's damn handsome.”

“Did he hurt her?”

They started to murmur, which is what I am aiming for. Just keep doing it, guys. When I glanced at them, they kept on looking at Diego, which made him uncomfortable.

“What's wrong? Tell me. You're just okay earlier,” he said in panic. He even touched my hand. I like those soft hands.

“Hmm, I love you, Zayn. Why can't you love me?!” I cried so loudly. He looked at me confused. I bit my lower lips to stop myself from laughing. Damn, his reaction is so funny.

“What? Stop this woman,” he uttered, which made me cry even more. The crowds started to get worried about me while throwing sharp looks at Diego.

“You're calling me baby in bed but you're treating me like no one in public. Please love me, Diego,” I told him and held his hand.

“Oh my gosh, he has the guts to make a girl cry like that. He's heartless”

“Does he have a conscience?”

They said while looking at us. Oh, I love those judgmental eyes.

“Stop this now,” he said firmly, but I shook my head. I intentionally hit him on the shoulder while crying. I like those hard biceps. This guy always seemed to be in the gym.

“Let's talk privately, woman,” he whispered as he held my wrist. I was about to walk, but I stood still. I pouted while looking at him, trying to make myself cuter.

“No! I won't stop. You took my virginity! You should take responsibility for me.” I told him the crowd gasped while his jaw dropped because of what I had said.

I cried even more and kicked the floor. I held his shirt like a kid, and he still couldn't believe that I had said those words in public.

“Oh my gosh! He did that to a kid?”

“I couldn't believe what I just heard.”

“Why is he letting that girl cry like she's pitiful?”

“Hey! You should take responsibility for what you did,” the old granny shouted at him.

I heard him sigh, and he glared at me.

“What? I just want you to take responsibility for what we did that might happen when we have-” I was about to utter what we did, but he suddenly covered my mouth.

“Damn it,” I heard him murmuring.

“Just agree,” I whispered, which made him look at me.

“We enjoyed that night you even-” I acted like I was about to tell the public what we did when he covered my mouth again. I know he won't let me.

“Fine, I'll take responsibility for you.” he surrendered. My tears immediately stopped because of what I heard. I hugged him tightly. But I couldn't feel his arm on my waist.

“Why are you not hugging me?” I said in my cute little voice, which made him hug me immediately.

“Let's get out of here,” he said, which made me nod. I didn't move. He furrowed his eyebrows. I pouted at him.

“You should carry me. I'm so tired, and I have no strength to walk anymore,” I told him. He was about to disagree when I started crying again.

He then carried me in a bridal style. I looked at the crowds concerned. I winked at them and smiled, which confused them.

Thanks for the help. This is so good. I just realized Diego Zayn Presley is actually Andrew’s relative. He was his uncle, the youngest son of the Presley couple. I was aiming to hit three birds with one stone.

After marrying Zayn, I’ll be Andrew’s aunt. What a sweet revenge. I can already imagine how pathetic he will look.