“Are you pulling my leg?!”A shriek came from Sam after Damian told them his suggestion.“No! An unequivocal no!” She scoffed. “I am not going to give them the satisfaction that the article is true.”Sam looked at Ara and Vincent incredulously as they seemed to consider Damian’s outrageous suggestion. She wanted to pull her hair and scream in frustration at the top of her lungs just because she wants to.“Scared that you might find me likeable, Sam?” Damian asked challengingly.She glared at him darkly. “I’d rather have the rumors about me and Darren,” she spat as she stood up and walked out from the dining room. She then sauntered towards Patty to check how she’s doing. “Well, looks like we’re done with four, sweetie.”“The hell you are!”Damian’s voice came behind and she was suddenly whirled around and she looked up angrily at the cold, dark eyes of the man, who suddenly became the bane of her existence.“I can take care of my reputation, Mr. McLaren,” she pointed out as she whiske
Damian watched quietly as Samantha spoke with the waiter politely as she asked about the contents of the food she’s about to order. He noted the way she moves herself, tucking her hair behind her ears and in deep thought.His mouth curled slightly and he gripped his fists under the table on the effect she had on him.Now, I see why Maxwell was so taken with you, he thought sarcastically. You used your sweet innocence but that’s just a f8cking façade until you already got what you wanted.“Sir?”Damian blinked and noticed Sam staring at him calmly and he turned to see the waiter, looking at him patiently.“The wine list,” he stated.“You just chose the 2019 Cabernet Sauvignon,” Sam said sarcastically before looking up at the waiter and handed the menu to him with a smile. “That’ll be all, Chris. We will call you if we have any additional orders.”The waiter nodded with a smile as he received the menus and took off.“You know, if your mind is on the workload back at your office, I don’t
Sam took her eyes off her laptop when the door to her office opened and her secretary, Shirley Pascal entered with an irritating look on her usual calm and friendly face on a Wednesday morning.“Everything okay?” Sam asked with a smile. “You seldom come in here with that look.”“That Damian McLaren’s one exasperating person, that’s what. I’ve been filtering all calls from him as you instructed. Why didn’t you unblock his number yet?” Shirley answered dryly. She gestured with her head towards the door. “Get ready for battle, Sam. Reception called me in advance, informing that he just stormed inside the building.”“Can you just tell him that I’m not here or in a meeting?” Sam suggested.“Too late.”The two women looked towards the door and Damian’s form came into view, framed by the door frame. He looked irritated and ready to murder Sam from the inconvenience that she had put him through.“I want to talk to her alone,” he said solemnly, staring at Shirley coldly. “And, don’t even think
Damian glanced at Sam as his driver continued down the highway after they had lunch at an Italian restaurant. He noted that she looked bothered about something. He reached out and placed a hand on her cheek, turning her face to him.“Something on your mind?” He asked.Sam pulled away and just looked straight ahead.“Not important,” she answered calmly. She finally looked at him and gave him a calm smile. “Felix and I had never really seen eye to eye since I took over the company. He was always on the opposite but when Max was alive, he would compromise.”“He’s been there long enough to be like that,” he commented calmly. His mind then drifted to the looks both of them exchanged at the elevator lobby and Damian had to stopped himself from frowning. “Do I have to compete with Felix Conroy right now in your mind?”Sam stared at him incredulously.“Where are we going?” She finally asked instead, refusing to take his bait.Damian only grin at her and leaned back on his seat. “We’ll be ther
Sam applied some lotion to her skin and patted it gently on her skin that late Saturday afternoon before walking towards the dress that Damian had specifically bought for her to wear this evening.She stared at the handmade draped periwinkle blue chiffon sheer mesh dress with an asymmetrical over the shoulder backless halter with a mesh bodysuit. The waistline has a diagonal drape as well with a partial A line floor length skirt with a short train. By sight, she immediately knew that the dress is custom made and the price is within his means.She also suspected that Damian purposedly had this type of dressmade for her, that is quite daring just to spite her for still not selling her shares. Most of her skin will be exposed and she jokingly hoped that she won’t die of hypothermia before the party ends.Taking off her robe, she carefully put on the dress, pulling it up carefully when she heard the door open to the room she was given.“Looks like I’m just right on time,” Damian’s voice d
Damian watched from afar as Samantha conversed with Terry and Senator Whitehall, which he added to the guests lists as the party continued in the evening. He watched the way her eyes would smile at something but despised her closeness to the senator.Just before the first group of guests had arrived, he was waiting at the living room for Samantha to finally come down. He walked back and forth, calming himself as he recalled what transpired inside her room. If he had not stopped himself, the party would have started without them because he will be having Sam on that bed.Damn it, he cursed darkly.For the first time since he had started putting his moves on her, Sam had finally responded to his kisses. He had no idea why and but he clearly had an idea why he is feeling uncharacteristic. The moment that he had tasted her, his body involuntarily responded to her uncontrollably.He got to have her.Tonight.“Mrs. Cameron is coming down, sir,” one of his household staff informed.He walked
It was one in the morning when Sam finally went up the stairs and walked towards the room given to her upon arrival after Damian had a helicopter fetched her from Darren’s cancer foundation activity.She entered the room and immediately took off her heels, massaging her feet and grateful to finally have them off. She went to her dresser and took off her earrings, bracelet and her two rings, placing them securely in her small jewelry box.She carefully unbuttoned her dress and stepped out from it. After hanging it, she then went to the bath for a quick hot shower. She lightly rubbed a soft cloth over her face, removing her makeup and then over her body, finally feeling refresh before turning off the water and started to dry herself.Sam knotted her robe and pick up a comb, running it through her hair as she walks back to her room to put on her undies. She stopped cold when she saw Damian inside the room, his back to her as he looks out the balcony, a drink in his hand. A bottle of whisk
Sam opened her eyes when there was a knock on her bedroom door later that same day in the morning. She didn't move for a while, debating whether to answer the door or not, letting the person on the other side assumed that she's sleeping.“Come in.” She finally said when a second knock came.She sat up when she saw Ara coming in with a concerned look on her face.“Hannah called and told me that your look down when you arrived this morning,” Ara explained softly. She sat on the side of the bed and reached for her hand. “She said you look distraught and your eyes were red. Steven also mentioned that he consoled you because you cried the moment you got inside the car. What happened? Is this about that article today?”“I don’t want to talk about it,” Sam answered stiffly.When she woke up a few hours after and went out from her room after changing, she was informed by the household staff that Damian had already taken off at around six in the morning. The feeling of emptiness enveloped her
Damian thanked Nino, the waiter that Venuti assigned to him after receiving his drink from him. He downed the drink in one go and requested to get him another one.“You really should take it slow,” Vincent muttered dryly.“Now I know why Venuti insisted that we come here,” Damian said darkly as he nodded at Nino. He lowered his hand that is holding his new drink and scowled when he saw Omar and Vittoria in his line of sight. “Never thought the old man can be quite scheming.”“Thank God that my wife doesn’t like Vittoria,” Vincent commented in a low voice.Damian nodded, thankful that Vincent’s wife, Katherine is with him. She immediately took Sam with her, making sure that their paths won’t crossed with the newly engaged couple.He saw the way Sam’s face clouded with anxiety that Damian was ready to leave the party just to protect her.“You’re not going anywhere, Damian. So’s your wife,” a voice said behind and when he turned, he saw Katherine, wrapping an arm around Vincent’s waist.
Sam leaned back on her chair and closed her eyes, letting out a long sigh after finally finalizing the contract deal of an existing building that Damian had been eyeing and negotiating for quite a while on a Friday afternoon, few hours before office for the day ends. She felt the cool breeze of the AC in one of the vacant offices in his company on the same floor with his, making her sleepy.For the past two weeks, she had been going with Damian to his office, helping him with the files that has something to do with Cameron. Without waiting for his permission, she immediately took the files from Frederick and started on it.By end of the first week, she was able to accomplished more than half of the documents that had been pending for quite a while. Her mind became hungry to work and she started automatically.Sam was more than happy to help, knowing that Damian had been sacrificing some work time to accommodate her since she started getting sick. She also felt a little guilty since he
Damian waited as Sam finally bade goodbye to SJ and Elli later that night when the event was finally over. He stood a few feet away as Sam turned down SJ’s invitation to visit him and Elli at Chatsworth House, citing some work she needed to attend to.“When you have the time, don’t hesitate to call,” Elli added warmly. “I’ll introduce you to my father.”Sam nodded with a smile.“Good to meet you, McLaren,” SJ said, holding out one hand to Damian. They shook hands firmly and then SJ looked at them with an amused smile on his face. “Hoping for a good turnout from both of you.”“What do you mean?” Sam inquired that SJ only laughed in return.“Take the win of the jewelry, Sammie,” SJ retorted. He pulled Elli closer to his side. “I’ll nurse my wife over the loss of it.”“SJ,” Elli hissed shyly.“Car’s here,” Damian informed to Sam and he gently assisted her down the last few steps. When Sam is finally inside the car, he turned back to SJ and Elli. “I’ll call you once we have the time to tr
“Watching your wife like a hawk, McLaren?”Damian turned his head away from where Sam is and glared at SJ Kincaid, who is enjoying his glass of whiskey. After hearing his name, Damian immediately knew who he is.He was surprised that Sam is good friends with him, knowing that their companies are each other’s top competitors in the country. Much more so that SJ is a minority holder of some stocks at Cameron.“Ah.. just like me when I was first with my wife,” SJ added. “Perhaps you and I have something in common. Both of our wives are pretty much younger than us. But, it took a while for me to realize she’s the one.”“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Damian snapped.SJ chuckled.“Oh, I think you do but you just refused to admit it,” he countered in amusement as he signaled to the bartender for another drink. “Trust me, McLaren. It’s only going to get worst overtime.”Damian turned his full attention to SJ.“Do tell me about it since you’re knowledgeable on that subject,” he said
Sam carefully zipped up her dress and looked at herself in the mirror in the walk-in closet inside one of the rooms in Damian’s luxurious apartment in Rome on a late Thursday afternoon. She turned sideways to make sure that there are no creases before she finally put on her black pumps and walked back to the bedroom.After staying in Bassano for almost two months in his family home, Damian finally decided to bring Sam to Rome with him. It was an emotional goodbye between Sam and Aurora with Sam crying hard that Damian had to reprimand her gently.“Oh, shush, Damian,” Aurora chided as she hugged Sam tightly, rubbing her back. She kissed Sam on her side of the head. “This just tells you that you should visit me more often.”Sam saw Damian rolling his eyes in amusement.They left Bassano del Grappa with his private plane and Sam was still sobbing. Damian finally told her to take her medication to calm herself down. He knew that she had stopped taking them after that dinner with his relat
Damian felt Sam tensed beside him in the dining table as his aunt and uncle’s family each placed a portion of pasta on their plates that night. He glanced down and saw his wife’s hands clenched on her lap underneath the table.“Mmm.. I do miss your pasta, Aurora,” Filomena gushed after sprinkling pepper on top and then bringing her fork to her mouth. “Perhaps you can take a short trip and go back home with me?”“That’s ridiculous,” Marciano interjected gently. “She’s going to have a trip back with her favorite sibling! Me!”Aurora and the others laughed as the two continued to banter.There was silence for a while as they finally tasted the pasta.Damian watched as his uncle and aunt chewed slowly while his wife beside him is already pale and look ready to faint from her worrying. He abruptly reached for Sam’s wine glass and handed it to her.Sam looked at him in surprise.“I’ll drink later,” she murmured as she placed her glass back on the table.“I must say, Aurora,” Marciano starte
Sam’s brows furrowed with concentration as she started to knead the dough, she is doing for the pasta that she’s going to make inside the kitchen of Aurora on a Friday late morning.She could hear her mother-in-law’s voice from the dining area, arguing with Damian while speaking with their family doctor. As they were headed towards the popular Ponte Vecchio, a tourist spot in town, Aurora suddenly felt unwell that Damian called the trip off.Despite Aurora’s insistence that she is fine and pushed him to take Sam to the trip, Sam also made the decision to stay. She does not want to put Damian in the middle.“Oh, dear,” Aurora then said after she sat down.“What is it, mami?” Laura asked, whom Sam finally met three days ago after arriving from France, where she was taking up her master’s degree. “Is something the matter?”“I told Maria that I will be doing the pasta for dinner tonight!” Aurora replied miserably. She tried to stand up but Damian pushed her back down gently and gave her a
Damian stared darkly at the contract that he is currently reviewing in his office at his headquarters in Rome. He clutched the edge of the contract angrily, forgetting that Frederick is inside his office, who now stopped speaking when he heard the paper being crumpled.It is a sunny Wednesday morning with the lights streaming inside his office. It has been two weeks since he arrived in Italy and more than a week of him staying in Rome to cater all the work he needed to do.Sam, to his annoyance, was held up by his mother back at Bassano.“I’m sure Sam has been to Rome several times, Damian,” Aurora pointed out frankly. They were having a light dinner at his mother’s insistence since he’ll be leaving early tomorrow. “And, at this time, the tourists will be flocking all over the world. She doesn’t need to be in that environment.”“Do you think I’m not going to do something about it?” Damian asked angrily. He turned to Sam, who is staring at him patiently. “Just pack light. You can enjoy
Damien pursed his lips as he knocked on his mother’s room late that night. He waited for her to tell him to come in and did, finding her occupying her favorite chair by the side of the opened glass door leading to the balcony and reading a book.“Close the door and take a seat, Damien,” Aurora said calmly, not taking her eyes off the book. “And get that stern look off your face. You know how much I dislike it especially when you will try to tell me off of what I’m doing.”He sat and remained silent, looking at his mother as she finally closed her book and placed it on the table between them and stared back at him. She took her time as she leaned forward, picking up her cup, sipping her tea slowly.“So?” She asked calmly. “Why are you here?”“You’re supposed to be on my side,” he accused lightly. "Why do I have a feeling that you are making me the enemy in this house?!"Aurora just gave him an amused look.“To which, I am but remember that I am on your side,” she countered gently. She