Chapter Three: Responsibility

Chapter Three: Responsibility

Samantha's POV

I covered my lips and yawned when I woke up in the morning. What happened last night? Oh, last night? I quickly looked around to see where I was. My eyes widened when I felt like my body was being torn apart. And I felt pain down there.

“Shit!” I gasp when I feel someone’s hand placed on my stomach. Then I realized what happened last night. This can’t be serious. I end up spending the night with a stranger. Did I completely lose my mind last night? My mother will surely kill me.

I slowly removed his hand while looking at his face. He's attractive even when he's asleep. Damn it, Sam! You still have time to think about that after you gave your virginity to this handsome guy. Well, at least he’s handsome.

I got out of bed and hurriedly put on my dress, even if my body hurt. I got my purse and was about to leave when I saw his wallet fall. It makes me a little curious. Maybe I can find something about his identity. I slowly picked it up. As I opened it, I saw his ID.

“Diego Zayn Presley? “I read his name. He has an awesome name, too. And hold on… what?

“What the fuck!? He's 31 years old?” I covered my mouth. Did I just fuck with 31 years old man?

He suddenly moved, which made me hurriedly leave the room. I quickly went out of that freaking hotel and called for a taxi. Shit! I just made up with that guy. But who cares Sam? At least he’s someone worthy of bed, unlike your ex. My conscience said.

Yeah, right. I was busy fixing my hair when my phone rang. Damn it! I'm dead.

“Nita, don't tell Mother that I haven't arrived, or else I’m dead,” I said before Nita could talk. Nita is our maid. She's in her 40’s.

“Ma'am Sam, you have to hurry before your mother finds out that you're not here,” She said in her scared voice, which made me laugh.

“I'm on my way. Don't worry. I'll be there before she knows,” I told her before hanging up the phone.  I arrived at the house and went through the backdoor, where Nita was waiting for me.

“You're making me scared. Go to your house and take a shower. They are waiting for you in the dining area,” she said, which made me hurriedly go to my room.

After taking a quick shower, I went to the room and saw my mother with her furrowed eyebrows.

“Hey, Mom, good morning,” I kissed her on the cheeks and sat on the chair while Nita was serving me food.

“Hmm, this is delicious,” I uttered while chewing the food.

“What’s with your behavior, Sam?” My Mom asked me, but I just kept on chewing.

“I don't know what is wrong with you. You keep on escaping at night,” she started. I acted like I didn't know what she was talking about.

I look at Nita and look down when Mom looks at her.

“Mom, I'm here last night.” I lied and drank water.

“Stop lying, Samantha.” Here she goes. She's mad now, calling me by my name.

“Where were you last night? And who’s this guy?” My forehead furrowed.  Mom showed me pictures of me and that guy last night. What's his name again? Diego! Right, it's Diego.

I chuckled nervously and got those photos from the table.

“Mom, he's just a friend. Afterward, I went to the bar. I go home early,” I told her. She held her forehead problematic. I started with the picture, and he's actually tall.

“Not bad, so handsome.” I zipped my mouth. I thought I was just talking in my mind.

“What?!” Mom looked at me. I just shook my head.

“Don't ever escape again, Sam. I have eyes on you. Stop messing around. You’re not allowed to engage on—”

“Come on, mom. Please don’t be too hard on me. I’m your only daughter,” I cut her off. She let out a sigh, “That’s the reason why I don’t want you to go outside late at night. It’s too dangerous,” I know she’s just worried about me. It makes me feel guiltier.

“I’m fine, Mom. I can take care of myself.” She nodded, “Okay. I trust you. Finished your breakfast,” she said before leaving. I chuckled, staring at the picture.

“Lucky guy.” Well, it's better that he gets my purity than that ugly, Andrew. I grabbed my phone and searched for his name on the internet.

Hmm, so he owned a big company, huh?” I murmured, scrolling more, trying to find more information.

“Nita, I'll go outside to do something important. Tell Mom that if she’s looking for me, she should call me instead of asking you,” I said.  She hadn't spoken when I stood up and got my bag.

I went back to my room and changed clothes. I wore a white dress and heels. I just put on light makeup, and I'm ready.

While I was inside the car, I couldn't stop but look at the image. I'm glad mom didn't get it from me.

I arrived at the said company. I grabbed my folder and walked inside. Someone is looking at me, and I find this man wearing eyeglasses with her mouth half open. Another target, maybe I could use him to find his office.

“Hi. Do you know where Diego is?” I asked him.

“Diego?” he was confused. I gave her my sweetest smile and winked at him.

“It’s Diego Zayn Presley. He owned this company, right?” I told him, which made him nod.

“He's in his office Miss. Do you have an appointment?” He asked me, which made me bite my lip. I placed my hand on his shoulder.

“I don't. But I'm his niece.” I winked at him, which made him stare at me. He held my hand, but I got it back. My hand is already reserved for my man.

“This way, Miss,” he said. I just followed him. He’s showing my way to my future husband.

“This is his office Miss-”

“Sam, call me Sam,” I smiled at him. He was about to speak, but I opened the door and closed it. I don’t want to talk to anyone aside from him.

I smiled widely when I saw him sitting on his swivel chair while looking at his laptop. He looks like those cold, yet handsome CEO.

“Hi,” I waved my hand and placed my folder on his table. He looked at me with the same expression he wore last night. A lot of coldness. Is this how he will treat me?

“How did you find me?” he asked, raising an eyebrow. Ow, he doesn’t want to see me here. I seductively smiled and sat above his table.

“You have to take responsibility for me,” I said and looked at him.  He rested his back on his swivel chair. He problematically messed up his hair.

“Listen, kid-” I rolled my eyes and went on his back.

“Stop calling me kid. Call me baby instead,” I whispered in his ears softly.

“Samantha Henderson.” I was shocked when he uttered my name. How did he know me? Hmm, interesting.

“How did you know?” I asked even though I knew the answer. I’m pretty famous on or outside the university campus. I smiled widely but it slowly faded because of the next thing he said.

“I saw your card,” he said. I fake a cough. So full of me to think that’s the reason why he knew me. Famous, my ass.

“Just like what I am saying, you should take responsibility for me. You take my purity, and that was last night, in case you forgot about it,” I told him. He crossed his arms and coldly stared at me. Oh, so cold. I feel like I am in Antarctica.

“And what makes you think that I will do that?” He asked. Ugh, how rude. Oh, wait, is he married? That’s why he can’t take any responsibility? I sat on the chair. Duh, I won’t give up. This man is mine now. He won’t sleep with some random girl when he’s married, right?

“Are you a man? You just slept with me, and you must take responsibility for what you did,” I said, looking straight into his eyes.

“My family won't let go of someone who takes my purity,” I threatened him. I could use those words to blackmail him so he couldn't say no. He only stared at me like he was thinking.

I stood up and started to roam around his office, and the design was actually good.

“Good taste,” I said. Oh, wait, I need to show him the photos. I went back to the table and showed him our pictures last night.

He got those pictures and started looking at them. His forehead furrowed. That’s unexpected, right?

He has this athletic body, those tempting lips, attractive eyes. He doesn't look 31 years old. He looks younger than that.

“What do you think, Diego?” he glared at me. I chuckled because of his reaction. “Alright, if you don’t want me to call you Diego, what about oldie? Grandpa?” His glare intensified. I laughed hard.

“I’ll just call you Zayn, then?” He didn’t speak. He looked at those photos again. “You don’t have to think too much.” He looked straight at me again. He chuckled, “You're interesting,”

He stood up and walked towards me. He then leaned to fix my hair. I closed my eyes, thinking that he was about to kiss me, but I waited for a second and opened my eyes. He was just staring at me. I gulp because of the way he stares. He's freaking gorgeous!