Samantha
Kimberly talks away while tossing her hair back. She sits in the passenger's seat of my car, unaware that I completely lost track of our conversation and haven't paid attention to her. She continues rattling away and giggling, reminiscing about her past events this summer when she went to Cancun with her family. She loves going to Cancun, bathing in the sun, going shopping. But I think she mainly likes going there because of Tiago, a guy she met a few years ago. He's dreamy, and yes they always spend summers together, though she says they are nothing but friends.
I drove steady down the road, and stared out the window as I come to a halt at the red light, pensive and nostalgic.
It's been three years since I last saw my ex-boyfriend, and I feel like I'm somewhat ready for a new relationship. But it's so hard, especially when all my dates have been nothing but a bust. Thus, was the reason why I was annoyed with my friend at the moment. She set me up into going out a few nights ago, on a double-blind date. Now, the guy she set me up with keeps blowing up my phone nonstop despite me telling him I was not interested in him.
The whole night had been nothing but torture for me. I've never met any guy more self-absorbed than Lucas Faye. He stared at himself through anything that had a reflection. He played with his hair every chance he got and got mad at me when I accidentally spilled some of my drink on his jeans. I hated every minute of it.
Kimberly snaps her fingers in front of me, bringing me out of my pensive state.
"Hello, Sam? Come on, go, you have a green light. " She purses her lips and gives me a cheeky smile.
I sigh, my hands grip the steering wheel as I unhinged my foot from the brake, pulling it up, and placing my foot down gently on the gas pedal to continue my journey to our new school.
"Please tell me you're not still thinking about the other night? I said I was sorry. How was I supposed to know that Lucas was a complete douche?" She shrugs her shoulders and giggles mischievously. I roll my eyes and hit her shoulder playfully as we come to another stop sign. "Oh, God, please don't mention that guy to me. Or any other man for all that matters. I'm so done with dating, I swear." I nodded and closed my eyes.
"Sweetheart, you gotta get over Craig and give another guy a chance, it's been three years already for God's sake. I get it, he was the love of your life, but he was an a-hole. I was just trying to get you to have some fun! Meet new people, trust me-"
"Oh god no, Kim? I'm over him, I've been over him! And I do. Want to meet someone else... It's just, I don't think I've found anyone yet that is good enough to, you know..." She nods and looks unbelieved with her friend.
"Rock your world. But, why? I mean, come on? You are beautiful and smart, I've seen men drooling over you all the time. Yet, you are not even aware of it, Sam! There are so many good guys out there, you gotta stop being so picky babe." Kimberly scolds me.
"I just... I'm not trying to be, I'm not. I... I want someone who can be truly honest with me, Kim. To not be afraid to fall in love and make me feel like I matter to him, is that so much to ask? I want something better than what my parents have. They are always busy with work, and, their stupid social life.... you think they would of at least taken today to say goodbye to me. But here we are, arriving at college on our own. Why? Because mom has her bridge club, and dad has a full agenda full of meetings. They don't even care about spending time with each other. I bet you they can't even remember when was the last time they ate together at the same table."
I sigh, a bit disappointed that I was unable to say goodbye to my parents before leaving for the school year. They are so busy all the time, and don't care about a thing but their own needs.
"Well, forget about them Sam, you have more than proven to them that you can be strong and independent all on your own, if they don't care for each other, it doesn't mean you'll end in a relationship like theirs, and they will eventually see their mistakes.Come on, it's a new school year, and as a new transfer student here, we have to go out and celebrate! Stop thinking about it, the right guy will come along, you'll see. What do you say we go out tonight?" Kim smiles, holding Samantha's shoulder, awaiting her response.
"Kim, I don't think that's a good idea. You know I hate to go out. I'm not good at socializing, you are more than welcome to go out and celebrate for the both of us." She squints her eyes. Kim knows Sam has never been the kind to socialize. I hate being in the spotlight, ad I can't stand being around so many people.
"Oh come on? You're in your third year of college! Yet you haven't gone to a single party since your parent's Christmas gala, it's time you start loosening up and get out there, hun!" I look at her, narrowing my eyebrows, I know she's right, but I have no desire to go out., honestly speaking.
A guy pulls up with a black t-shirt and dark blue jeans. Despite wearing a helmet, Kim can't help but admire the physic of the mysterious boy riding on top of the blue Yamaha motorbike. She smiles, waving flirtatiously at him, making me roll my eyes as the green light comes on, and he takes off before our eyes.
"Wow! Did you see that guy? He looks so damn hot!" She says fanning her face. I look at her dumbfounded and nodding my head.
"He was wearing a helmet! So how can you tell he was hot?" I squint my eyes as I pull up to our destination, looking over the massive structures, trying to figure where I had to park.
"Where are we supposed to go from here?" I ask Kim.
"Oh! Right! Go this way, you can park your car in the student spaces while we go in and register." Kim notifies me. She Knew where to go, since she took the precaution to study all the details a few nights before, which I honestly was so glad she took that initiative.
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An older lady stands in front of the computer tapping away, and printing out our information for our dorms. She hands them to us, and I take a once over at the papers grunting as I see the information.
Kimberly giggles at the fact she gets a dorm in the co-ed building like she had requested, but I am not pleased with it at all. I was hoping to have my own dorm on the more expensive buildings as dad had promised.
"M'am I'm sorry, but I think there is a mistake with mine. See, I signed up for the Hamilton building, so I can have my own dorm. It says here I'm assigned to the Northbridge Building?" I inquire. The lady looks over her glasses and takes the paper from my hand glancing over the paper and reviewing the date it was submitted.
"Oh honey, see... you submitted your request last month, those dorms filled up three weeks after school registration started, which was two weeks before last school year ended." The old lady shrugs one of her shoulders handing the paperback to me. I scoff and glances at Kim, making her chuckle. "Oh come on, Sam? I doubt it will be that bad to have a roommate. Besides, that's the building I will be dorming as well. Let me see your paper?" She snatches the paper away from me, glancing at the room number.
She smiles and looks up, back at me " Hey, you're on the same side as me! You're just one floor above mine. See? it won't be so bad! We'll be neighbors, Sam!" I grunt in protest, rolling my eyes, as I get dragged out of the office. The lady giggled, nodding her head as we walk out and she turns to continue with her day of labor.
"Oh, this is going to be so much fun!!" Kim cheers and claps her hands as she jumps in joy, making her golden mid-back long hair bounce naturally on her back. I sigh, placing one hand up to cover my face from the sun as I glance around the campus. I stops as I notice the same bike from earlier parked next to a white challenger car, taking a step back and bumping into a tall guy with light brown hair, holding a stack of books as he made his way out of the student book store.
His books fall to the ground causing students to laugh as I stumble and fall on top of him, hovering over his body. I'm startled as I stare into a pair of blue eyes behind a pair of glasses. My hair is left a mess as it partially covers my face. I can still feel his hand gripping my waist tightly as he avoided me from hitting the ground, and stopping me from hurting myself. He stares back, that intense stare glued on me, making my cheeks feel hot. He has such beautiful eyes, it makes it so hard for me to look away.
"I-I'm so sorry, I didn't mean to. I got distracted." I stutter,vtrying to get up. Kim quickly comes to my aid, as we both stand.
"Sam, oh my god! Are you ok?" She scrambles over as we both help pick up his books. "No I, I'm fine....it's just...Again, I apologize, it wasn't my intention. I'm really sorry-" I gasp as I try to catch my breath and maintain myself calm. "It's fine, don't worry. It was partially my fault. I tend to walk with my head down. I didn't see where I was going either." His husky voice responds as our hands grasp to pick up the same last book. Again, we both stare at each other, and our hands remain holding the same book.
I soon snap out releasing the book and stand on my feet quickly. Kim clears her throat, bringing him out of his trance. He smiles and gets up, placing the last of his books on top of the stack he holds in his hands.
"Ok, well... Again, I really am sorry. My name's Samantha, by the way." I say, giving him a small smile, lowering my face from the embarrassment I was feeling, holding my hand up to shake his hand. He smiles, as he reaches out shaking my hand softly. "I'm Russell, it's nice to meet you, Samantha." He smiles and leans forward shaking my hand.
"Anyway, I'll see you around. Gotta head to class before it's too late. Hope to see you again, Sam." He smiles, winking an eye at me and walking away.
Kim walks to my side and throws an arm over my shoulder. "Wow, he was really cute. Even for a guy in glasses. He was HOT!" She states, making me roll my eyes looking at her with an eyebrow raised.
"Yeah, ok, I admit it....he was hot. Now, come on. We gotta go see where our rooms are. There's still a lot we have to do to get settled in. Plus I'm getting a bit hungry. Do you think our dorms have a kitchen? If so, we definitely gotta go shopping for food... and then we gotta go-"
"Wow.... relax Sam. We have all week to settle in. Remember, the first week is just introductory. The good stuff will begin next week. Ok?" Kim puts her arm around my shoulder, walking next to me. I know what she's thinking of, she can't wait to go out and start partying, it's like this every year.
I sigh as I walk along with her, "Whatever, let's go." I hold my arm out slightly bent, making Kim loop her hand with mine as I let her lead the way.
We finally make our way and walk through the massive corridors of the building. Students walk all around trying to settle in making the hallways look like complete chaos. Some carry stacks of books, others carry blankets and pillows, luggage, and a few small furniture pieces that can easily be taken apart.
We had already made our way to Kim's room and met a girl named Candace, a junior law student who seemed to be a complete but job. Kim and her hit it off right away, and already made plans to go out this weekend. I, on the other hand stayed quiet the whole time. I don't know why it always takes me time to open up to people, but that's just how I am.
We glance at the numbers looking for room 11C on the third floor. I drag my feet as I pull my luggage behind, Kim helped me by rolling one of my suitcases.
"Number 9C, number 10C, here we are, number 11C. But, of course, it had to be the last room in the hall, right?" I was complaining about how bad the lighting was here, and from the obvious lack of cleaning done in this building.
I opened the envelope the old lady had handed to me with the paper to my dorm and retrieved the single key inside. I placed it to the keyhole and turned the doorknob along with it. I gasped at the sight. I was surprised at the sight as I averted my sight from corner to corner. I make my way in, running my fingers along the small kitchen island and glancing over to the small living room.
"Well, by the looks of that game console in your new living room, I'd say you got a boy as a roommate my darling. But, a clean one nonetheless. I mean look at this place? It's spotless." Kim crosses her hands nodding her head towards the newly installed game console connectedd to the television mounted on the wall. She can't help but admire how clean the place is, and honestly, so was I. This place looked so much better inside than what it does outside.
"Or, maybe a girl who enjoys gaming, too. You know? The kind of girl like the one before me?" I gesture towards Kimberly making her giggle. She loves playing video games, and it's no surprise that she's good since she has three brothers.
"Ok well, you got me there. But wouldn't it be cool to have a boy as a roommate? Especially a hot one like that guy you bumped into early, Huh? God, he had dreamy eyes." Kim bumps her hip against me, a mischievous smirk on her lips, making me chuckle and push her back softly.
Everything in the apartment dorm was in tacked, not one glass or plate out of place.
I make my way to the hallway wondering which room would be mine. Pondering by the entrance to the hallway, I come to a halt and glance back at Kim.
"What? What's wrong?" Kim worries.
"No, nothing. I just don't want to open up the door and see someone sleeping inside, you know? I'm wondering which room will be mine. By the looks of it, I think it'd be best to wait for my roommate so we can discuss our arrangements. It looks like he or she will be paying for all these extra little gadgets every month. I'd hate to leave everything under their care and not help pay for any of this." I shrug my shoulders, wrapping my hands over my arms, crossing them together and pursing my lips.
Kim rests my luggage by one of the bar stools in the kitchen and walks towards the hallway. She opens the door next to me, realizing it's empty.
"Well... there you go! First check off the list. This is your room, since it is still empty. " She smiles at me and goes back quickly to grab the luggage, and takes it to the room.
We finish setting up, placing new covers on the bed, putting up pictures on the walls to decorate the place, and setting up my study corner.
"Ok, you know... I think we should take a break. How about lunch? Then we can go back to my dorm and set up my stuff, is that ok?" Kim cleans the sweat from her forehead leaning on the desk, her hand rubbing her stomach. I giggle, making my way towards the nightstand to grab my keys and phone.
"Of course... how could I say no? You've helped me set up almost everything, I owe you big time. It would have taken me all day to do this on my own. Let's go, lunch is on me." I tilt my head towards the door looping my arm around Kim's arm. We exit the dorm and make our way down to the student lounge.
The cafeteria seemed a bit busy today, luckily we spot an empty table. We walk towards that empty table with our trays full of food and drinks. At the same time, two guys walk towards the same table. All four of us reach the table at the same time, setting our trays down.
"Umm, hi." Kim looks between the boys, and then I realize it's Russell and I automatically lock eyes with him. My face becomes blushed and seeing the redness on my cheeks makes him smile.
"Hi there... sorry, but we seem to have no other tables available right now. Mind if we join you guys?" His friend suggests. He and Kimberly both look at us, but we both seem to have become suddenly mute.
"Uh, no not at all," Kim replies smiling at his friend as he taps Russell on his arm before sitting down.
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SamanthaRussell and I couldn't help but stare at each other. The attraction between us is inevitable. There's just something in his eyes that makes me want to get lost in them.He had completely forgotten about his food, giving me a small side smirk, unable to look awayand making me blush. I tilt my head down to hide the red blotchiness of my cheeks making him chuckle under his breath."Thsnks for letting us sit here. Russ here got out of class a bit late today, and by the time we got here, most of the tables were already taken. My name is Brandon by the way." He smiles, extending his hand out to Kim who gladly takes his hand and shakes it with a big smile on her face."Nice to meet you Brandon, I'm Kim and this is Samantha, my best friend." She points at me. I can't help but look at Russell as he smiles my way.He chuckles lightl
Samantha"So, you?" I blush, trying to ease the tension in the air. Though I see Russell as an attractive young man, I can't help feel awkward in front of him standing in the middle of the room, rocking back and forth slowly with my hands in front of me.He turns after placing my books on the coffee table and turns to face me. "Umm, yes! Me." He says as he pushes his glasses back on his face and rubs his hands together softly. We smile awkwardly in silence, yet we both seem to be unable to undo our stare from each other.The room has gotten cold, making shiver as I feel the cold breeze coming from the opened window hit my body. Russell chuckles and comes close rubbing my arms with his hands. "Sorry, the heater isn't working. I gotta take a look at it. Let me close the window for you. Why don't you take a seat while I make a cup of coffee. You do like cooffee right?" He walks towards the kitchen and gr
RussellSamantha seemed pretty cool. I can't deny that she's beautiful, and I'm very attracted to her. But, I promised myself that I was going to focus on school and my fights...nothing more. I can't afford to lose track of time or mess around this year. I have just one more year before I can fill out an application for an internship at Knights Enterprise.It's been my dream to work there since I was a kid. Not just because it has the same name as my last name, but because they are one of the top businesses in the whole world. It's a multi-billion enterprise, and I am fascinated by this place. No one can compete with them. It's said they only accept a total of ten interns out of thousands that apply. I know that w it's a hell of a long shot, but I've worked hard... really hard to memorize everything that I will need to get that internship.
Samantha"Kim, no offense, but I have no desires whatsoever to go out tonight. I have tons of work to do, and I need to take advantage of the quietness of my dorm. Russell is usually out until late Friday nights, so I have the whole place to myself. I need to study." I grunted in protest. She knows how important school is to me. She has been hassling me all week to go out with her and some friends she made to watch a movie tonight."Come on, Sam. You've been studying all week long. You still have about three weeks before your test, you said it yourself. Come on, give yourself a little break. It's just one night honey." she continued to persuade me. Though, I was not going to budge. I need to study, and that is that. "Samantha, I am not going to give up until you say yes. Do you realize that you haven't gone out at all, since the party Russell invited you to? That was almost two months ago. Com
SamanthaRussell held my hand the whole way out of that theater until we got to his bike. I still had tears on my face, and the night was pretty cold, which made me glad he had given me his hoodie. He swung his foot over the other side of the bike, took a handkerchief out of his back pocket, and handed it to me. "Thanks, Russ," I said, sniffling as I hung my head low."Hey...cheer up, will you?" he says lifting my chin with the back of his index. I glanced at him and gave him a small smirk. He sighs, taking the handkerchief away, pulling me towards him by my waist, making me gasp. "He's an asshole, Samantha. You shouldn't feel sorry for yourself over him. He doesn't deserve your tears." he says as he wipes my tears delicately away. I couldn't help but stare at him. "I know... I know, I just..." I sighed and tucked a loose strand of my hair to the back of my ear.
RussellI walked towards my room, shut the door behind me, and leaned against the door, closing my eyes. I can still feel my nerves wrecking inside of me, and my heart pounding fastly in my chest.What the hell was I thinking? I just know I'm going to regret this. The more time I spend with Sam, the more I think about her. This is why I have to make sure I get her back with her ex. If she's taken, I won't have the temptation to be with her. I can't be with someone right now. I just can't.I take a deep sigh and begin to pace around in my room, running my fingers through my hair.I know she's beautiful, I admit it. She's...just gorgeous. She's naturally quirky and funny, she knows how to make me laugh, and I easily open up to her...but I can't. I'm far too
RussellI toss and turn on my bed. It's been about a month and a half since the classes have started. I'm still thinking about that kiss in the cafeteria. About how Kim and Brandon bombarded us with questions and scolded us for not telling them we were going out.Of course, it's not true, but to make Craig believe it, we also had to tell the rest of the gang, including Kim and Brandon that we are dating. So, I guess, now... We don't just have to pretend to be dating in front of Craig, but also in our own dorm while Brandon and Kim cone over. This is getting out of hand, and I'm ni6 sure Samantha is ok with all of this. I don't think I thought this through all the way. Maybe I hesitated and acted abruptly because I was just afraid to see her getting hurt by that asshole.To make matters worse, tomorrow night is my next match, and the night before, as usual, I get nervous. My body feels so tense, and my palms are clammy wi
Sam"I'll see you later?" I asked him as we both made our way out of our rooms and began to start our day full of classes. He smiles, locking eyesight with me and biting his lower lip as he looked away. "I have something very important to do tonight, but...we can meet for lunch like we always do? I'll see you then?" he replies, making me smile.We both made our way towards the door and grabbed our backpacks. Kim was already waiting for me at the door, scrolling through her phone and laughing at something she was seeing on her phone. Russell quickly grabs my arm pulling me back, "Hey.... I ...Uhm, have a good day in class today, see you later." he says, making me feel confused. I looked at him intensely, he clears his throat and strides past me, opening the door and leaving.Kim puts her phone back in her pocket and looks at me, "Ready to go?" she asks, making me sigh and close my eyes for a mere second. "Uh, yeah, let's.
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 things—everything 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
Russell’s 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 😏✨✨✨✨✨~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