Unsound Sexy Time

Samantha wears a maroon melody fashion front tie puff sleeve smock dress for Andrius’s mom’s party. While putting the shade on her lips, she can see Andrius's reflection in the vanity mirror. The man never spoke a word since she woke up. And she doesn’t know if it is about the slap. She was a bit afraid to talk to him first, that’s why she chooses to remain silent. She doesn’t want to argue with him, and silence is the only way to prevent it.

She gasped when she met his eyes. The man is currently tying his tie. He looked handsome in his slim-fit tuxedo. His veins were visible as he was tying it which makes her gulp and averted her eyes. She finishes her stuff and stands up. She grabbed her stilettos inside her luggage and wear them. She looked up when she saw a pair of shoes in front of her, their eyes met. She doesn’t know but she suddenly felt like she wanted to burst out. Her eyes became gloomy as she stares at him. Thus, she looked away. She heard his deep sigh and suddenly she felt his warm hands on her left cheek.

Don’t cry. Don’t cry… she said to herself.

“Look at me,” he said in a soft, husky voice, which makes her heart flutter. She then slowly looked at him. their eyes met and the man flashed a genuine smile at her. “I’m sorry,” he said.

She shook her head, “no… I know it’s my fault. Sorry, babe,” she said.

“Wow. This is the first time you called me with that endearment,” he said, amused.

Andrius leaned down and took a peck on her lips which makes her blush.

“You looked ravishing, baby. And I hope I will control myself not to throw punches to other men who will dart their eyes at you, later.”

“Andrius…”

“Kidding. So…” he reached for her hand and help her to stand up. He looked at her, “shall we, mi amour?” he said.

She shook her head in disbelief. Andrius never fails to be a gentleman as always, just never mentioning their first encounter.

WHEN THEY went down, Andrius's mother approaches them. “Andrius, Samantha, it’s good you’re here.” The old lady looked at her from head to toe which makes her feel uncomfortable. Her grip on Andrius's arm tightened. The man looked at her and met her eyes, and an invisible thought flashed… saying that everything will be fine.

“Oh, honey, you look beautiful and enchanting. With…” once again the old lady scans her from head to toe, “and you have a nice dress,” she finally said and threw a fake smile. She almost wince when she said that. Samantha was aware of those looks because of her recent job, and she knew Andrius's mother doesn’t like her. She can tell it by the old lady's reaction.

But she needs to be ladylike and act prim and proper. Thus, she never lowers her gaze. Instead, she met the old woman’s eyes and threw a sweet and proud smile. “Thank you, ma’am,” she said and bow her head. Like she was meeting a queen—a devil one. A sly smirk formed on her lips before lifting her head.

“E-Enjoy the party,” said the woman and left.

As much as she wanted to burst into laughter upon seeing how the old lady reacted, she just held herself and divert her full attention to her boyfriend.

“Let’s dance,” she said.

They glide for a while on the dance floor until they decided to grab a drink. Standing beside the five-layer cake, they talk about their plans once they get back in Vegas—especially her plans.

“What if you established your own studio in Vegas or maybe worked on Silver Dust Studio, Dad will be happy with it,” she said.

The man sipped on his glass, “actually, he offered me a job,” he informed.

“Really? Then accept it. And it will not be hard for us.”

Andrius smiled and was about to talk when a woman hugged him and kissed him on the cheek. “Andy, I’ve missed you,” said the girl in a black backless dress.

Shocked, she almost dropped the glass, but Andrius has a swift reflex… Thus, he held her hand as he pushes the woman away from him.

“Whoa!” the woman gasped in awe. “Who is she, Andy?” the woman asked.

Andrius pulled her closer to him and their body touches. “She’s my girlfriend, Maddy,” he said, trying to suppress his anger because of what the girl did right in front of Samantha.

“Oh. Sorry. My bad,” she said and formed a mocked smile on her lips.

Dylan approaches them and stands beside Maddy, he leaned closer to the girl and whispered something, which makes him frown.

Maddy’s eyes widened as she looked at them… particularly at Sam’s side. Sam looked at him and smiled. “I’m fine,” she mumbled.

He then loosens his grip on her waist. “Let’s go somewhere else,” he said, and Sam nodded. They’re about to walk away when Maddy speaks.

“Hey, Samantha, why not entertain us with a hot lap-dancing,” she said and laughed.

Some of the guests gasped and some laughed along with Maddy… especially Dylan who has the loudest laughter among them all.

He clenched his fists; Sam saw it and she held it. “It’s fine. Calm down and take me away from here. Please…” she whispered as she tries to restrain herself from crying.

SAMANTHA can’t help herself not to dive into her thoughts and compare things. When her father—who’s a famous producer, introduced her to the crowd, no one dared to humiliate her or judge her because of her recent job. She knew that when a person got curious about anything, he or she will conduct research—and no one dared to publish or any terms of shaming others when she was known as Samantha Johansson by many.

But now, how cruel other people could be that they need to flaunt things just to humiliate her? How cruel they be to make fun with her? She always reminds herself—as Andrius thought her to, to be tough and don’t let others hurt her feelings. But she’s just a human with a fucking feeling. If only she was born with congenital insensitivity—whereas she couldn’t feel pain, then she will just ignore them.

Andrius led her to their room after the incident, the man never let go of her hand when they went inside. She could also feel how tense he is because of his heavy breathing, where he was trying to control himself not to get mad.

“Hey, I’m o-okay,” she said and tries not to choke but she failed.

Andrius cupped her face, their eyes met, and she can see sympathy and anger in his eyes. She raised her hand and held the left side of his face. “I’m okay. I need to… I need to be okay, right?” But her tears traitor her as they dripped down from her eyes to her cheeks. She shook her head and looked away.

“Sam… I’m sorry, I should’ve not brought you here—”

She gazed at him and flashed a weak smile, “it’s not your fault. Don’t worry!” she tried to make her voice lively, “I can handle it—I must handle it. But that Maddy,” she clenched her fist, “how dare her to kissed and hugged you right in front of me?” A tint of anger was visible in her tone.

Andrius heaved a deep sigh, “she’s my childhood friend.” He sighed again, seems like he wanted to say something but he was having a hard time.

She wiped her tears and stared at him. “Then?”

She could feel his tensed breathing.

“She kinda used to do the… the greeting—”

“Like that hugging and kissing you?”

He nodded and looked away.

“And even Beatrice tolerated that?”

He nodded again and pouted his lips as he looked at the carpeted floor and began to tap his feet.

She restrained herself not to smile, knowing how cute Andrius reacted.

“If Beatrice, let that bitch,” she pointed the way out, imagining Maddy’s face behind it, “to touch you, well, I’m not,” she said. “And don’t ever act innocent in front of me like you don’t want what she did to you—”

“Of course, I don’t want it,” he uttered which makes her frown.

“Really?”

“Of course. Come here,” he said and pulled her closer to him, thus, they landed on the bed. Their eyes met and she can saw desire in Andrius's eyes, all of a sudden.

She crossed her arms, covering her chest which makes Andrius chuckle.

“Don’t. you. dare,” she warned. But Andrius seems not to bother about it.

His hand slowly touched her cheek and caresses it. “You’re beautiful, Sam. And I can’t get enough of it,” he said, sweetly.

Something warm rose and stops on her cheeks. Damn! she could be blushing.

Her tummy tumbles down, she could feel butterflies in her tummy. Andrius continue to touch her until it stops on her left arm down to her pile, and he did squeeze it. She closes herself when she feels the familiar feeling again. How heat enveloped the man’s hand so that even though her dress was still on, she could feel the warmth of his palm.

Deliberately, his hand travels down to her soft white legs and presses them. when she opens her eyes their eyes met, and Andrius went closer to her, and the next she knew, their lips met. He started to move, gently nibbling her lower lip, savoring every bit of it. She then responded. A moment later, they’re exchanging moans and groans as they go further.

He was about to take off her dress when they heard a knock outside their door. God knows how she refrained herself not to laugh because of her boyfriend's reaction. Knitted forehead, angry eyes, and a clenching jaw as he tried not to burst out.

“Damn it!” he cursed and stood up roughly.

She bit her lower lip, trying to stop herself but she can't. Her laughs echoed in the four corners of their room. At that moment, she almost forgot about the humiliation and focused on the man’s reaction. Andrius stopped walking and turned to her. She then stopped laughing and puffed her cheeks to prevent it.