Russell (One Week Later)I had been busy the whole day running from one class to the next. At the beginning of the year, my sole focus was to concentrate on my classes, graduate from university, and apply for the internship at Knight Enterprise Corp.I studied at that company for two years straight. I was fascinated by their business. They were top of the chain, breaking barriers and reaching top charts all over the world. But I can't help but smile as I see my priorities changing. Samantha has become someone special to me, and I can't seem to get her off my mind, no matter what I do, she's constantly in my thoughts. Her dad is a pretty amazing guy as well. I can't believe we got along so well from the start, but I can't say the same about her mom. It's evident that she doesn't like me, but I am bound to win her over one day.I sat at the very top of the theater-like classroom, jotting down the last notes for the day of my quantum physics class.I look at the clock and realize it's 1
SamanthaBrandon and Kim sit in the small living room of my dorm, no surprise there, of course. They are completely engulfed in a friendly game of grand theft auto. I nod my head, rolling my eyes while I finish making dinner for all of us.A rattle of keys is heard in the hallway, and the door opens slowly. Russell closes the door behind him and clears his throat making me smile. Last night was incredible, and I can't help but blush as I smile at him. The vertigo in my stomach goes wild every time I see him."Um, evening everyone. Didn't expect to see my dorm full of people today." He chuckles nervously and begins to make his way slowly, hunching over and clearing his throat as he sits on a stool. I raise an eyebrow as he sits, almost nervously on that stool. What is he talking about? These two practically live here.I smile and squint my eyes as I stare at him suspiciously. "How was your day at practice today, Russell?" I tilt my head to the side and narrow an eyebrow, studying his
SamanthaRussell toyed with his fork. He started at all of us while giving me a pensive look. I smiled as I twirled my fork and grabbed a mouth full of spaghetti and continued to eat.He clears his throat and places his fork down. Everyone had been eating silently tonight. The only noise came from our silverware and Figaro, who was now sound asleep on top of a cushion Russell had placed on the floor for him."Guys, we need to talk," he says looking at Kim and Brandon, then looking at me as his cheeks turn slightly red."Uhm, sure, nan. What's up?" Brandon adds, grabbing a napkin and whipping his lips.My intuition tells me Russell is going to ask them something super important. Something I have been wanting to do as well... Ask for our keys back."I hate to do this to you two, I'm going to need you two to give up the keys to our dorm." he says looking serious at both.Kim widens her mouth, pouting right after. "But..." she begins."No, he's right, Kim. Sam and he need their privacy. A
✨✨✨(Third Person POV)✨✨✨Sam and Russell give in to their desires, spending the night together in each other's arms. For the first time, Samantha experiences what real lovemaking is. Her feelings for Russell only get stronger, letting her give equal pleasure back to him. Likewise, Russell becomes turmoil. He had only experienced what it was like to be with other girls through lust and had loved Roxanne truly but never had he experienced what it was like to receive the same affection back. For the first time, he was experiencing what it was like to have someone genuinely love him, even if they were still too stubborn and confused to admit it. But their night of passion was only the commencement to many, and it will take a lot for them to stay together, for their troubles were only the beginning. Craig and Sam's mom would be the least of their problems. Russell had no idea what he was getting into when he decided to apply for Knights Enterprise or accept their sponsorship of his fig
Craig (last day of school before winter break)I know it's technically the last day of school before winter break, but I'm excited to see the look on Russell's face when he finds out that Samantha's mom just canceled the rest of her stay in their dorm. She will have no choice now but to move out with me. I can't help but smile from ear to ear. "Now, the only thing left is to give her the good news and send someone to her dorm over the winter break to get her stuff out of that horrible place." Mrs. Adam says, making me feel enlivened."She will warm up to you eventually, son. You two were madly in love before." mom adds. "Of course she still loves him. She's only dating that Russell kid to get to my nerves. This has nothing to do with how she feels about you, Craig." she says, patting my shoulder."I know my daughter. She has always tried to defy me. This is just a phase of hers. She needs to understand that there are consequences to her bad behavior. And the influence of that girl,
SamMom looked unhappy, and if she's unhappy, it only means one thing- things were about to get nasty!"Mom, what are you doing here?" I ask, going over and kissing her cheek. "Well, hello to you too, Samantha." I smile and look at Russell. We're both trying to decipher what she's doing here. Maybe she found out dad was here. If dad told her I was leaving, perhaps she decided to come by and say bye. "I'll cut to the chase. I told you I was going to get an apartment for you and Craig, and so I did." she looks at Russell up and down in disgust. But her words hit me like a bucket of ice-cold water."Mom, no. You can't do this? You can't obligate me to move out with someone I don't want to be with." I was feeling distressed. Why can't she see that Russell is a nice guy? And I really like him. "Watch me. I already canceled the rest of your stay here for the remaining of the year." my eyes widened in shock at her words."Mom! How can you do this?" "Ma'am, with all due respect, I don't t
AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES; IF YOU ARE NOT OF EIGHTEEN YEARS OR OLDER OR ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TYPES OF SCENES, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY.💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨RussellSam and I embarked on the long four-hour flight. When we finally got home, uncle Fred wasn't home yet. He was out getting some stuff and said he would be home in another hour and a half. Perfect time for me to give Sam a tour of our tiny house.I showed her the house, leaving my room for last. There's just something about her that makes me go crazy. She's the perfect girl for me, but I don't know how to say that to her. I guess, in a way, I'm just afraid to be hurt again, though I know she won't hurt me.I opened the door to my room and led her inside. My room was just as I left it. The small queen-size bed is placed in the right corner, with over-packed bookshelves and trophies in math, science, and history on top the bo
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
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