As I entered the house, I dropped my keys on the counter and made my way straight to Samantha's room. A sly smile spread across my face. Pausing outside her door, I savored the moment. With a gentle turn of the handle, I pushed the door open. The room was dimly lit, with only a single lamp casting a warm glow. Music played in the background - a sultry, slow rhythm that just pulls you in.My gaze fell on Samantha, standing by the window, the moon shining on her. She was in black lingerie that hugged her curves in all the right places, accentuating her full breasts and toned thighs. Her wavy hair draped down. She faced me, and I'd never seen her like this - her makeup was bold and provocative, smoky eyes and deep red lips that screamed danger. A smirk appeared on her face like she knew exactly what I was thinking.I stepped inside, closing the door behind me, and began to walk towards Samantha, my eyes locked on hers. She closed the little distance between us, her fingers trailing down
As I waited for Samantha in the car, my mind drifted back to our previous encounter. Her words still echoed in my mind - "I love you, Carlton. I love you so much." How quaint. How naive. I had made it crystal clear: she was nothing more than a temporary distraction, a plaything to amuse me until I grew bored. But still, she allowed herself to become emotionally attached. I would need to keep her at arm's length until she came to her senses and got rid of whatever she was feeling.As Samantha approached, I pulled out my phone and began scrolling mindlessly, avoiding any conversation about her feelings. That's when I saw the message from Zayden Martin - an invitation to a masquerade ball. I raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the theme. Just then, Samantha slid into the seat beside me, her intoxicating scent filling the air - a mix of floral and spice that made my head spin. Thoughts of bending her over again spiralled in my mind.Henry started the car, and we headed to the penthouse for t
SAMANTHA"Hey, girl." Layla's voice came through the line. "How are you?" She asked.I let out a deep sigh, collapsing onto the bed. "Honestly, I don't even know. And I don't want to talk about it right now.""Okay. You are all over the news, why did that old man leave you so many properties?""I have no idea. Maybe he just liked me.""Mmm-hmm, I think there's more to it. Anyway, you don't need Carlton anymore. You should file for divorce. I don't like how he's playing with your feelings – he's an asshole for that."She was right, I didn't need Carlton anymore, George's inheritance would provide more than enough to cover Sarah's expenses, even if Carlton decided to cut her off financially. But... there was a but, a reason I didn't want a divorce."I will think about it.""Don't think, Samantha. Do what you won't regret. Remember, you won't be alone. I'll always be here for you.""Thanks, Mommy," I said with a smile."Oh, you wish!" We laughed.Jasmine tiptoed in. "Gotta go, we'll tal
CARLTON"...thank you all for coming. Cheers." Zayden raised a toast as he concluded his speech, and everyone took to the dance floor with their partners, moving to the slow, melancholic tune that filled the room. Zayden was celebrating his company's fifth-year success. I could count the number of people in the room. Being the secretive guy he was, he probably only invited those who had seen his face.Next to me, the new Samantha stood, still giving me the cold shoulder after our last blowout about her missing ring. I was hopelessly addicted to her long, luscious hair - it was like the ultimate symbol of her beauty. But even with her new short hair, she still managed to slay the whole 'gorgeous' thing. With her new 'do, I was left with nothing to grab. it was like she'd taken away my favorite toy - her hair.I turned her to face me, but she drifted her gaze elsewhere. I took a moment to admire how stunning she looked tonight. I made the right choice for the dress. There was something
We had to leave the party early because of Samantha's tantrum. I couldn't tell Zayden we were leaving because Samantha was all wet and so was I. Now, she's sitting next to me in the car, ignoring me with her arms crossed. I closed the windows to keep the cold air out and drove through the woods, glancing at her occasionally. She was staring at the dark trees passing by. I didn't want to start another conversation, so I kept quiet and sped up to reach a nearby hotel. But I hit a dead end - some trees blocked the way. I didn't know the area since I always had a driver, and Zayden told me to come alone with Samantha. We were far from his mansion, deep in the woods.I sighed and pulled out my phone, but there was no signal. "Stay here, I'll be back," I said, getting out to find a signal so I could call Henry to come get us or send the helicopter.As I searched for a signal, I heard the car door slam. Samantha stormed out, and I had to chase after her. Again."I told you to stay in the car
I woke up to an unusual noise, like things colliding. I opened my eyes to find the mattress empty. I had given her space last night, sitting in the corner to let her sleep. Now, she was gone. I rushed outside.As I stepped out, I saw Samantha amidst the family, laughing and chatting like she belonged. The younger girl was sitting in front of her, and Samantha was weaving flowers into her hair. The two little boys were playing with sticks, trying to catch a chicken, while the mother was tending to a garden. The guy who had helped us was sitting on a rock, chatting with the girls.I approached them, my footsteps quiet on the grass. Samantha's smile dropped the moment she saw me. She had been smiling and laughing with them like she'd known them forever. Now, her eyes just looked... flat. "Hey," I said, trying to sound casual. She replied with a light "Hey" and went back to weaving hair. I glanced at the family, who were all staring at me. "What's going on here?" I asked. The guy spoke u
Samantha was happy, truly happy, for the first time since I'd met her. I watched as she danced around the lake the kids, playing with water. The sunset was behind her, and she was smiling so much. Mia Sola, mine only... I thought about how I'd never given her reason to smile like that. I'd vowed to never let anyone in again, but Samantha... she'd melted my walls. It wasn't supposed to happen. I promised myself I wouldn't let anyone in again. I wouldn't be vulnerable. So, what happened to that vow? What happened to my control?She was keeping her distance, just like she said she would. I wasn't used to this. I was used to pushing her away, not the other way around.I tried to focus on my phone, on finding a signal, but my gaze kept drifting back to her. She was helping the kids with something, her hands moving deftly as she showed them a trick. Canyon was watching her, a smile on his face, and I felt a pang of...something. Jealousy? No, that couldn't be it.I wasn't sure what I felt,
Henry had arrived, and we were preparing to leave. The family still had no idea I planned to take them along too.Samantha was hugging them, tears in her eyes."Take care." She said."We will." The old lady saidSamantha turned to Canyon."Thanks for everything." She said.Canyon smiled. "Anytime.""Where are the cars?" I asked Henry."A mile away." He replied.I turned to see Samantha walking towards me, her eyes locked on the leaves."Let's be on our way, Mr. Williams." She said."What are you waiting for? Let's go." I said to the family.They looked confused. Canyon stepped forward."I don't understand—" he began.Samantha finally lifted her head, looking confused too. "Okay, let me be clear," I cut in. "I'll cover your family's expenses - new house, finances, education. Whatever you need in return for helping us.""Oh, thank you so much but we'll decline the offer." The old lady said."Why is that?" I asked, raising an eyebrow."We understand you are grateful to us for helping y
EPILOGUE(One year later)CARLTON"We sold out once more." Samantha yelped."No, you sold out." I said, pulling her into a hug. "I'm proud of you as your husband, manager, and father of two little angels growing up too quickly."I heard sniffs. "Hey, there will be no tears. The only ones allowed are when I make an orgasm rip out of you."She pushed me away and punched my chest lightly. "What did I say about dirty talk?""My voice wasn't loud, Samantha.""But still!" She wanted me to stop because she was afraid our little angels might hear and be influenced. I was being careful, but if she wanted me to stop, of course, I would – at least when the kids were around."Daddy!" Violet's voice came from the room."We'll celebrate later, let's put the girls to bed." Samantha said.I nodded and followed her to our little angels' room.Samantha tucked in Poppy, and I tucked in Violet. Poppy and Violet couldn't sleep without listening to bedtime stories, especially Poppy. I brought out the story
One month laterI walked down the aisle, clutching my flowers and smiling as everyone watched me. Tears fell from Carlton's eyes at the altar, and for the first time ever, Carlton was crying. I reached for his hand as I got to the altar and stood in front of him. "Why are you crying?" I whispered, wiping his tears with my fingers. He didn't reply. Instead, he took my hands in his. We gazed at each other as the priest continued the ceremony. The world went silent as we entered our own world.It was time to take our vows. I started and repeated what the priest said from my heart. It was Carlton's turn, but he didn't repeat what the priest said. I got scared for a moment; the crowd was silent, and my smile disappeared. "Carlton," I called, but he just stood, expressionless. I looked around, confused about why he seemed to be changing his mind now. I was panicking inside.He cleared his throat. "Samantha, as we build our life together, I promise to be there for you, always. I'll listen wh
NEXT DAY"Wake up, wake up." I heard a familiar voice. I opened my eyes a bit and saw Sarah. How was she here? Right, she had a spare key for in-case situations. "Happy birthday!" Sarah screamed. I lazily opened my eyes again to see Poppy, Violet and Sarah standing next to me, a huge smile plastered on their faces. Right, it's my birthday. My eyes went to the alarm; 7:30 a.m. "Thank you so much, but aren't you up too early?" I sat straight, wiping my eyes to see clearly. "No, now get up." Sarah dragged me out of bed by pulling my hand. "We have a surprise for you, so go take a shower now and dress in something nice, okay?" Sarah said. My eyes went to Poppy and Violet; they were already dressed. What time did Sarah arrive exactly?"Why do I need to leave right now? Can't I see it later? It's early." I said, yawning. "No, it can't wait." Sarah said, pushing me to the bathroom. I decided to get it over with. Showered and wore the first dress my hand landed on, a sundress, isn't it too e
EIGHT MONTHS LATERSAMANTHAViolet's screams came from the living room. I rushed out of the bedroom to see what was wrong. The living room was a mess, Carlton was seated quietly on the floor, Poppy was painting his face, and Violet was playing with his hair with her hair ties and my hair clips. Then I realized Violet's earlier screams were happy screams. I was too busy to know the girls were giving their father a makeover. What a beautiful sight."Am I pretty now?" Carlton asked the girls, unaware I was in the room. Pretty? More like a makeover truck ran over him."Yes, you look very pretty." I said and walked over to them. "Hey, are you done?" Carlton asked.The girls continued what they were doing like they didn't know I was in the room. "Almost. It's past their bedtime." "Yeah, right. Girls, it's time to go to bed."The girls didn't listen and continued. I grabbed Violet and removed her hands from his hair, she started crying. "Leave her, I'll put them to bed." Carlton said.I rel
CARLTONDAY 25. Day 25 of winning Samantha back. I had the daily letter prepared with an eternal rose tapped to it. ♡♡ Day 25♡♡Sweetheart,I often find myself reminiscing about the night I first fell in love with you. It wasn't after we got married, it was the moment you took the stage. I was captivated by your every step, afraid to blink for fear of missing a moment. I knew you were the one but I was denying it because I didn't want to be vulnerable again. Coward? I know.If only I could turn back time, I'd erase the heartache and the pain, and we'd start again, with a stronger love. What remains constant, however, is my love for you. I've always loved you, and I will continue to, until my dying breath. Your day surely is going to be as beautiful as you are. I miss you, and my dick does too. I love you, Samantha. Carlton.Every letter was a confession, and today's letter was about the first time I fell for h
SAMANTHAI heard the doorbell ring, perfect timing. Sounds of tiny feet running from the room followed the sound of the second doorbell ring. I headed for the door, and Violet appeared, jumping with a huge smile on her face. It was beautiful to see Violet bonding with her father so well.As soon as the door opened, Violet peered past me to hug Carlton by the leg. Happy Carlton lifted her onto his arm and placed a kiss on her cheek. "Oh, look who it is." Carlton said to Violet, gazing into her eyes. Violet giggled, kicking her feet while still in his arms. I couldn't help but feel a bit sad, I didn't think she had ever been that happy b eing with me. But I was glad to see her bonding with her father.I grabbed the kids' bag and Poppy from inside and handed them over to Carlton. "Are you going somewhere? Why are you all dolled up?" Carlton asked, dropping Violet to examine the bags. "Yeah—" I started to say, but Liam's voice interrupted me from inside."We are going on a date." Liam sai
CARLTONLike I promised, I gave up everything that made me a Williams. I put my aunt Claire in charge of the company, and now I was fucking broke. I understand why Samantha wanted me to give up everything, but how was I supposed to buy the kids something with no money? A nine-to-five job? I guess I'll have to start searching. I had Aunt Claire take care of Canyon and his family. For now, I had to swallow my pride and borrow some money from Jace. "Just until I get back on my feet," I told him. He agreed but made fun of me first, I didn't blame the asshole. I had a mission now: win over the kids, then gradually get Samantha back, and that future will exist with all of us together.Samantha created a timetable with the kids; she'll be with them on weekdays, and I'll pick them up on weekends. It's a start, and I'll take it. I'll do whatever it takes to be a part of their lives. Today was the father and child activity at my little angels' school, I was to take them to school, and after w
SAMANTHA"We will sell this out too soon." Ethan, the production manager, gave my forearm a gentle squeeze. After what happened days ago, there were a lot of complaints saying they were expecting it and now they couldn't even get one, I decided to launch them again, so I passed by the production house to say hi and see how the production was going. Jerk.W? Why was he back? Why did he have to show up? What did he even do with the products? "I hope so." I said to Ethan. My phone vibrated in my chest pocket. "Sorry, I have to take this." I said. "No problem." He said.I answered the call from Poppy and Violet's preschool teacher. "Hi." I said. "Ms. Jones, we need your presence right now, Violet fought with a kid." "What?" It was always Violet, always the one that'd make their teacher give me a call, and she's only two. I groaned. "I'll be right there." I hung up and got in my car to leave.I rushed into Rachel's office to see Violet obediently seated. "Mama." She slowly climbed down from
CARLTONI watched from afar as she dropped the kids in preschool. So beautiful, the little angels indeed had their mother's eyes and smile. A ten-second smile played on my lips. It had been two days, and I hadn't been able to meet Samantha, or maybe I hadn't summoned the courage to face her, but I'd been trying to make my presence known. I know ordering 200 anti-wrinkle creams was a bit too much, but I had to meet her somehow. It worked, by the way; she sent a text to the number I left in the information, asking to meet up today and about two hours from now.I started the car to leave for where we agreed to meet, to wait for her.I sat, tapping my fingers impatiently on the small café table. My eyes were fixed on the door, willing her to walk in. Two hours and seventeen minutes had passed, but she hadn't shown up. I anxiously sipped my coffee, the bitter taste doing little to calm my nerves. I drummed a restless beat on the tabletop, my gaze darting back to the door. Why the fuck am I