Sam, walked around the huge exhibit gallery with high ceiling and large windows, the lights dim but bright enough to appreciate the artworks placed on the walls and easels.When the gala was finally over and the band took over to start the party, Sam immediately turned to Darren. “I can go home ahead,” she said softly. “You need to stay here and mingle around, Dar.”“I’m not staying long,” Darren answered and he looked at Vanessa, who is talking to someone she knew and is asking her to dance. “Listen. I booked Gallery C that’s just across this room for you to go around. They have some nice artworks that I’m sure you will love and want. Take note of the items you want and I’ll take care of it.”“You don’t have to do that,” Sam insisted lightly.“Yes, I do,” Darren countered after Vanessa excused herself from them after saying she’ll go home with them together as well after some few dances. He helped her up and started to walk towards the side doors. “Mom just texted, over the moon that
Samantha stared at herself in the mirror inside the bathroom after she got out of the shower and put on her robe the following day. Dark circles are slightly visible under her eyes. Her hand lightly touched her mouth where Damian McLaren had kissed her.It was rough and hard.She couldn’t get it out of her mind.“Let go of me!” She finally said loudly, pulling away from his arms fiercely and pushed him away. She adjusted her bearings and gave him a haughty look. “Don’t come near me again, Mr. McLaren or I will sue you for harassment!”To her anger, he only chuckled at her threat.“I can make that go away before a judge can sign, Samantha,” he answered back as he gave her a thorough look. “You know that I can.”Sam gripped her fists angrily at his reaction.“Well, good for you!” She scoffed and then started to walk past him.Damian made a grab for her but Sam is one step ahead of him. His hand only felt air because she took two steps to the side and continued walking towards the exit.
Tires screeched to a brake and immediately the car door of a black, sports car opened and angry footsteps walked the path towards one house in Lavender Street before a furious knock rapped on the main door.Damian McLaren strode inside when the door open and turned around, his eyes filled with rage. However, the minute he locked eyes with the person that answered the door, his eyes widened in shock and all the fury he felt flew through the air.Samantha, barefoot, stood in front of him and her eyes narrowed at the sight of him.Her eyes that are slightly red probably from the article.“YOU!!! What the hell are you doing here?” Samantha asked angrily, looking up at him. She pulled the door open wide and pointed one finger towards outside. “Get out of my house!”“Sam? Who’s at the door?”Damian looked towards the direction of the voice and saw Maxwell Cameron’s daughter, Arabella appearing from one room.“Didn’t you heard what I said?!” Sam reiterated. “Get out!”He turned his attention
“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 handed his bag to one of his bodyguards and a box to one household staff with instructions, as he went out from his car on an early Wednesday night and proceeded towards the entrance at Stratham. He immediately took off his coat, unbutton the top two buttons of his shirt and loosen his tie.“Where’s my wife?” He asked when Winston greeted him while checking his phone. “How is she doing? Has she eaten?”“At the garden by the pool, sir,” Winston replied. “Madam barely ate her lunch but I convinced her to eat the fruit bowl I gave this afternoon.”“We’ll have dinner in an hour with guests. Frederick already coordinated with the chef,” Damian informed, nodding at the butler’s response. He pocketed his phone after answering a message. “Call him as well. I had him do something and needs to coordinate with you.”“Right away, Mr. McLaren,” Winston answered.Damian then headed towards the glass doors and pushed it open, his eyes searching for Sam. He found her sitting by one of the loun
Sam heard her phone ringing as Damian handed his card to the waiter after they are done with their meal. She reached for it inside her purse and saw Vivian calling her, showing it to Damian before answering.“Vivian, is anything wrong?” Sam asked after answering the call.“Madam, we are on our way to the vet right now,” Vivian answered calmly. “There’s something wrong with Gunny. I already informed Mr. McLaren’s driver so he can immediately take you there.”She gripped her phone, her face turning pale.“Everything okay with Gunny?” Damian asked.Sam shook her head, abruptly standing up and grabbing her purse. Tears started to well up around her eyes that her husband immediately noticed that he stood up as well and took her hand, heading out of the dining room.After giving instructions to one of his men to take care of their billing, he quickly ushered Sam to the car, who is already waiting for them.“Here,” Damian offered, handing his handkerchief to her.Sam took it and wipe her eye
Damian watched Sam as she walked ahead of him to check some local goods bazaar being held at downtown. He noted that Noah and Brandon immediately went closer to her for easier access in case of emergency.After their conversation a while ago, his heart felt lighter but also quite heavy.Sam looked at him in confused after he told her that he loves her.“What did you say?” She asked slowly.Damian just stared at her for a while before blinking, realizing he uttered it in Italian and in a low voice. He shook his head before looking at her again, placing a hand on her face and smiled. He didn’t know if she understood him or not but if she did, she asked to make sure that she heard him right.“Did you say-?” Sam started.He cut her off by pulling her face down and pressing his lips on hers in a hungry kiss. He wrapped his other arm tighter around her waist, deepening the kiss when she kissed him back with the same intensity.He didn’t know how long they stayed in that position. All Damian
Sam opened her eyes to a dim room, feeling heavy. Her eyes ached as she cried herself to sleep and also taking her medication, when Damian all of a sudden walked out on her when she begged him not to take Cameron away from her.She looked towards the balcony and saw that the curtains had been closed to prevent the light from coming in. She reached for her phone and saw that it was nine in the evening.Checking her messages, she saw none that came from Damian and her heart dropped and felt heavier. A whimper came out of her mouth.“Are you alright?”Gasping in shock, she turned towards the other side and saw Damian, lying beside her on top of her blanket, looking up at her.He was still in his work clothes and only removed his coat and shoes and unbuttoning his polo at the top.Damian reached for her one arm and pulled her back down. When she is on her side, he then immediately pulled her in his arms, pushing her face into his neck and resting his chin on her head. He let out a long an
Damian gripped Sam’s shoulders tightly as he deepened the kiss, to make her stop struggling away from him. He bit her lower lip to get her to cooperate and when he finally felt her relax, he ran the tip of his tongue to soothe the sting.When they finally pulled away, Sam rested her forehead on his shoulder, breathing heavily. Her hands are clutching at his shirt tightly and suddenly her breath hitched as she started to cry.He only stood, his arms wrapping around her and let her cries out. Her tears soaked his shirt but he didn’t mind and let her continue.“Feeling better?” Damian asked when she finally became silent.Samantha shook her head.“I-I wanted to smashed the glass I’m holding at Omar’s head when he invited me to go up,” she whimpered as she covered her face with her hands. “I feel sick and wanted to throw up when he touched me. I wasn’t entertaining his advances as you claimed.”“Were you also judging me when SJ hugged me that night at the charity gala? Did you think of th
Opening her eyes and removing the blanket over her head, Sam checked the clock and saw it displaying twelve minutes past ten in the morning. Finally deciding to get up, she padded to the bathroom and took a quick shower.After putting on her clothes, she went out of her room, hearing Gunny’s bark from outside, probably from the exercise Vivian is tasked to do.“Good morning, Madam.” Frederick greeted.“Hasn’t Damian come down yet?” Sam asked.Frederick looked at her for a while. “Mr. McLaren left before I arrived and told me to stay here when I called him,” he answered patiently. He followed behind when she proceeded to the dining room, stopping when Sam glanced at him. “He will call me if there are any urgent concerns.”Sam fully turned towards him; her eyebrows raised.“He told you to babysit me, didn’t he?” She questioned tightly. “I don’t need one.”“He told me to tell you that when you will ask of his whereabouts,” he responded calmly. He looked at her for a while, gauging her mo
Sam opened her eyes the following day and stared up at the bedroom ceiling for a long while, her thoughts deep. She turned to one side and saw the clock flashing five in the morning.Instead of getting up to change for her usual run, she remained and only turned her body to face the glass door, leading to the balcony. She pulled her blanket closer to her, gripping it tightly as thoughts of what happened last night filled her mind.When they were ushered back to the party, Damian was separated from her as he was escorted to a table where Omar had joined him. She turned in desperation to find some solace, her eyes spotting Katherine heading towards her direction.However, due to the influx of the guests, she was pushed further from them. Looking around the surroundings, Sam saw a door and immediately headed towards it, discovering it to be a bathroom for guests.Letting out her breath, she went inside and sat on the large settee in the center of the room, calming herself. She looked at
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