Samantha What exactly was Uncle Fred talking about back there? Did my ears deceive me? Did I miss-hear him, perhaps? I felt awkward back in his room when I called him baby. I know that between us, it's nothing but a sexual thing. He doesn't see me as anything else. At least, I don't think so. So why did my heart palpitate so out of control when he said those words? God, if I only knew how Russell felt about me. I'm falling for him, real hard. But I'm sure he and I will be more than we are now. We arrived at a nice diner. It had the warmest home feel. The staff is so friendly, and the food... My God! Uncle Fred was not lying. It was so good. Russell's uncle was so funny; he made us laugh so hard my stomach was hurting. When we were done eating, he ordered hot cocoa and a nice slice of sweet potato pie. It was the best sweet potato pie I have ever tasted. "Audrey, dear, would you be so kind as to bring us the check, please?" he asks the young waitress as she's passing by. "Of cour
Sam"I'm sorry you feel that way about me, Roxanne. But I'm not going anywhere. You and Russell are over, and his responsibility, if she is his daughter, is with her. Not with you." I said politely, standing tall and raising my head high. She clenched her jaw, irritated with my words. "Why, you little bitch." she says, fisting her hands. The little girl sensed the tension, whimpering as she threatened to cry. The least I wanted was to cause her to cry. She looked like such a little angel. I know she was ready to spit back at me. I have never been the kind to look for trouble. Hell, I've always tried to avoid it. But Jorge and Roger's wives would always tell Kim and me that walking away from an unsettled argument is the same as giving the win to the other person. You have to think rationally and justly. And this time, I had the right to defend what I felt in my heart."Why hello there, Roxanne. Oh, look at you, little Kate." uncle Fred came, making us both turn towards him. Russell g
â¨â¨AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS SEXUAL CONTENT. IF YOU ARE NOT COMFORTABLE 'OR' ARE NOT 18, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION, AND ENJOY THE SHOW.đ¤Łđâ¨â¨â¨â¨â¨â¨â¨â¨â¨SamAfter lunch, Russell and I went to his room to rest and lay in his bed for a while, while watching a movie. I wasn't sure if his uncle was home or not. He had been outside chopping wood for a while. Russell had gone out to help, but his uncle refused, making him go back inside to keep me company. I was still feeling excited about us finally becoming boyfriend and girlfriend. It took us a good what- three-four months? But it didn't matter; the important thing is that we are together now. And not my mother, or Roxanne, or Craig- or anyone can break us apart. I lay flat on my back, with my arms around Russell's neck as his body hovers over me. Our legs were interlaced, and he played with my hair, making me smile. I leaned forward, kissing his lips. "I love you, Sam." my stomach
Sam"This is good, Sam. I knew you were a good cook because my boy always tells me about the food you make at the dorm. But dang- these cookies are so good." uncle Fred says, making me smile. "Thank you. I've had good teachers." and it's true. Mom is an awful cook, but dad's workers always brought their wives around. A few even babysat me when I was smaller. I took advantage when they would cook and bake, standing next to them to learn how to cook and bake.The door opened, and Russell came in with his jacket full of snow. The wind was picking up, making whistling noises outside. "Got the honey!" he says, lifting it and shaking his snow-filled hair. He walked toward us, placing the honey on the counter and kissing my lips. I lifted a cookie, making him take a bite. "Mmh, I love your snickerdoodles. They're the best, baby," he says, making me smile."The best." uncle Fred says, making us chuckle. "I told you... She's a good baker, right?" Russell says to uncle Fred. "Son, you weren't
Samantha"Sweetheart, calm down. Maybe you should explain to Russell what's -" "NO, Phoebe. Russell just needs to trust me. This is for his own good." Fred was too agitated. Hell- we all were getting agitated. "Well, if you can't explain to me why then I guess you'll have to suck it up. I'm not quitting. I'm going for my interview with Knights enterprise in two months, and I'm keeping them as my sponsors.""Russell, you're making a mistake. Those are some bad people, son. It would be best if you stayed away from them." uncle Fred tried to remain calm, but both had their veins engorged. I could tell the situation was becoming way out of hand. Phoebe and I could do nothing but look at each other in silence. Russell slammed his fist on the table, making Phoebe and I jump in surprise while uncle Fred clenched his jaw. Russell closes his eyes, standing up and lowering his head. "I appreciate you trying to look out for me. But I am not a little kid anymore, uncle Fred. I don't need you
SamI woke up laying on my side. I was still completely naked from an intense night with Russell. He wasn't kidding when he said I wouldn't sleep all night. He was ready to go for another round just minutes after one round finished. But, we weren't as loud as Phoebe and Fred though. It was close to ten in the morning when I finally woke up. Russell held me in a spooning position. I'm starting to think this is his favorite way of holding me. I could feel his soft breath on the back of my neck, making my spine shiver. I smiled,grabbing his hands and pulling them to make him hold me tighter. He sighed, tightening his hold on me, and interlacing our legs together. I smiled in contentment. I'm so glad I listened to Kim and dad about giving Russell a fair chance. I haven't thought of my ex this whole time being with him. It's thanks to Russell that I realized what a douchbag Craig is.I could hear Christmas music playing and Phoebe laughing. The house felt warm comparing to last night, an
Sam I had a beautiful Christmas day with Russell, his uncle, and Phoebe. We did so much; from exchanging our gifts, to bak9ng cookies, getting visits from neighbors with more plates of food, and more. I ended giving Russell a whole body armour suit to protect him when he's riding his bike. He only has a helmet, and it worries me that he could get hurt.He in return, gave me a beautiful necklace with a kitten pendant, making me miss Figaro. He also gave me my own pink and gold helmet to ride with him on his bike. We even had a nice chat with dad over the phone, but what really threw me off was that mom was actually nice to Russell over the phone. She actually told him she was look9nb forward to seeing us back for New Year's. Wh9ch, she overheard when I told dad about what Russell does on the side for a living, and that we had to be back for a match in Vegas.I thought he was going to be mad, since he's not the violent type. But, he was actually ecstatic to go with us. By the way, so
Sam"What are going to do now? Dad's not answering his phone and neither is my mom." I say, irritated with this whole situation. I paced back and forth, tapping my phone on my palm.Russell sat on our sofa, scrolling through his phone and running a hand across his face. "I found a nice apartment just blocks away. But the rent is pretty high. I'll send them a message to see if we can go see it tomorrow." "Where could my dad be? Oh, my poor Figaro. I should have listened to you and taken him with us to go see your uncle." I say, sitting next to him.He pulls me closer, hugging me around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head. "Babe, it's ok. We'll figure this out together. Ok?"The door opened then and my dad pops his head in nervously and gasps when he sees us. "Sammy, Russ. You're here. Oh thank goodness." he says, sighing in relief. "I told you she sent a message earlier before my phone died. Hi, sweety. We are so glad to see you still here." my mom says, hugging me and kiss
SamI woke up early the next day and sighed, feeling Russell stir. Things were rocky between my parents and I. But I was more worried about Russell's case. His uncle gives me bad vibes. There is just something about him I don't like. I am not sure what it is, but he is bad news. I couldn't help but stare at him As he slept. I ran my hand softly through his hair. It was getting long on top, but he kept it well-shaved on the bottom. I smiled as I ran my finger in a feather-like motion over his neck. He had a small mole on his collarbone, making him Look sexy. His tattoos on his chest, arms, and back were a mixture of thingsâeverything he loved, from chemistry to wolves and his parent's names. Russell was the most mysterious guy I had ever met, which made him more intriguing than I could admit. He sighs, grunting and stretching a little, making me smile. He unconsciously pulls me by the waist and hugs me tightly against him. His head rested on my bare chest. This only meant one thin
Russellâs POVI woke up earlier than usual today. Sam was still sound asleep, making me smile as she sighed. I pressed a kiss on her exposed back and got up. I got dressed and went directly to the kitchen, prepared coffee for when she got up, and began making breakfast for her. I opened the cupboard and realized we were completely out of her coffee muffins, making me grunt. Lucky for me, there's a cafe right under us. I grabbed my hoodie, keys, and wallet. I went down the elevator and made a beeline to the cafe register. "Hey, Russell. Good morning." the barista greets me, making me smile. "Hey, Emilio. Six coffee muffins and six cinnamon rolls, please." I place my order and slide my card, paying for my goods. "Got it. I'll have your order out soon. Here, why don't you have a coffee in the house while you wait." he slides a fresh cup toward me, making me smile. "Are you sure?" I ask, looking up. "Yeah, man. On the house. Enjoy." he says, tapping the counter and nodding. "Thanks,
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS CHAPTER CONTAINS STRONG SEXUAL SCENES. IF YOU ARE NOT 18 OR OLDER, OR ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TYPES OF PASSAGES, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING THIS CHAPTER. YOU MAY EITHER SKIP TO THE NEXT CHAPTER KF IT IS ALREADY AVAILABLE, OR KINDLY WAIT FOR THE NEXT ONE. AS FOR THE REST OF YOU, ENJOY đâ¨â¨â¨â¨â¨~Sam~My dad held me tight as I cried silently. I was still feeling dumbfounded by what I had just witnessed. How was Mom so blinded? Did she not see all the harm Craig was causing me? Did she not care? It seems she was more worried about him, his stupid mom, and their damn social life. I have never cared what they have to say in that damn club. All those ladies in her circle are nothing but stuck-up-rich hags who boast in gossiping about each other."Sam? What's wrong? Is everything ok?" I hear Russell's voice call from behind us, making me feel like crying again. I let go of my dad's arms and engulf Russell in a tight hug. Letting him embrace me tightly as he sighs,
SamanthaI feel so shaken up, even after days of the incident with Craig. My mom, of course, was still mad at me. I had numerous calls from her and from Craig's mom, begging me to drop the charges against him. But believe it or not, my dad warned me not to do it. I didn't want to deter the relationship between him and Craig's dad. The man is a very nice guy and a complete gentleman, unlike his son who's the biggest douch I had ever met. I can't believe I ever dated him. Russell fought two nights ago, and I was ecstatic that he had won the fight. He almost lost of course, after the maniac that fought against him realized he had a hairline fracture on his rib, hurting Russell repeatedly on his ribs. But that only fueled Russell to keep going. The fight went on pretty crazy until the third round, where Russell knocked the guy unconscious from a blow to the face. I was so excited that I cheered for him like a maniac. Except, I didn't know that the fight was going to be aired on TV. Dad
RussellPhoebe was still hugging Sam as we assured everyone that she was ok. Meanwhile, Uncle Fred and Russell gave their statements to the officer. "I would still like to have her come down to the station for a written statement if you don't mind." the officer told me, making me look at her worriedly. I was still pretty pissed off and if it wasn't for my uncle I probably would have kept punching the daylights out of Craig. I don't care who the hell he thinks he is. I will not allow him to keep bothering Sam and I will definitely not allow her to ever touch her again. "Very well, officer. I will take her myself if you don't mind," I say, looking back at the officer. They contemplate, making Sam look at me nervously. The last I need is to have her ride in the back of a police vehicle as if she were a criminal. "I'm sure there would be no problem. Make sure it's today though. I can't keep him unless you officially sign a statement to press charges against him." he says, making me gr
Sam (two days later)Russell and I slept the whole ride home, and he got to the new gym his uncle had requested him just in time. But he was exhausted. His new dear uncle Caleb did not make it easy for him either. He had him working out without rest the very next day. I haven't seen him much other than when he came to sleep last night, and he was up early this morning, working out again.As the hours went by and Russell continued to train, his uncle became more and more demanding. I was so mad I had to leave for a while. Besides the fact that I was starving. Russell was not willing to give up though. He took a few minutes to rest, ate a quick breakfast, and was back to the trainer. Time after time, Russell kept up with Caleb's demands and trained like crazy. Just hours into his training, he had been beaten up pretty badly, but he was willing to stick around. He was making a big impression on everyone. He had just fought days before, and he was still pretty roughed up, fresh bruises
SamanthaI was eagerly waiting for Russell to come out of the dressing rooms. A big smile on my face as I see spectators ask for him, waiting on him to give autographs. I couldn't believe it. Is this really happening? I mean, I thought this wasn't a big fight, it was supposed to be just a small fight. The big show was still happening inside, yet so many people had gotten out of their seats to wait on him. He finally comes out, next to Uncle Fred and his uncle Caleb. Fred looked so happy. But I could see Caleb's fake smile. I've always been able to tell when people are faking it, and this guy was totally faking his happiness for them. I mean, I don't get it. What is his deal? Why can't he be happy for them? He hasn't seen Russell for years. Why can't he be happy that he finally has a chance to catch up with him? He's giving me a bad vibe, and I have a feeling he is going to give us a bad time."Get some sleep kid. I expect you back in Cali tomorrow afternoon for training. You did w
SamI woke up to an empty bed at the hotel. Russell had probably gotten up early to go train. He's been training hard for the last three days non-stop. His uncle Caleb has been so harsh with him. He has a dirty mouth, cursing and yelling at everyone. He surely doesn't care about leaving a good impression on anyone. To make matters worse, Uncle Fred and Caleb have been eyeing each other with deadly stares. I don't get it, they're brothers. Family. Yet- they seem to despise each other. I was sure they had already faced each other somewhere else. I got a glance at the red mark on Caleb's left cheek, most likely from Fred's hook to his face. He of course played it off when Russell asked him about it. Told him to focus on his own problems if he wanted to keep his sponsorship.Fred kept it from us as well, brushing it off, and changing the conversation each time Russell brings it up. That was- until last night though. Andrew finally answered back one of many missed calls. We were out havi
Third Person POV"Mr. Knight, your flight will be boarding soon sir, can I offer you another glass of wine, while you wait?" Caleb looks up at the flight attendant, smiling at her as she holds the bottle of Bordeaux. "Please, call me Caleb," he answers, giving her a wink. He knew she was easily his oldest son's age, but that has never stopped him from messing with a pretty face and curvy body.She smiles, blushingly, and slowly pours more Bordeaux into his glass flute. "Let me know if I can get you anything else," she says as she walks away, swaying her hips intentionally. He oozed with luxury, and of course, she had to take advantage of the situation. Before long, they were intertwined. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he sunk deep inside her. The bathroom was far too crowded, but it didn't bother him to pound inside her inside a filthy janitor's closet. It wouldn't be the first time either. He's always had any girl he wants. No one had said no to him. When he was done, he buckl