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