SAMANTHA’S POV

It had been weeks since I and Lucas' relationship kicked off. At first, it felt awkward having to stand in front of the press without giving a thought about anything or if one of us was getting into character– this was real and we didn't care if coffee spilled over his shirt whilst I was trying to kiss him across the table or if my red lipstick smothered against his lips when I kissed him.

Dinner dates, surprise weekend getaways to private Island, sex on the balcony at the dead of the night in a private yacht where there was no one else besides I and Lucas and the other staff that waited on us. I was at peace and for once in as long as I can remember, I didn't doubt my position in someone's life. I was wrapped in an emblem of protection by his mere presence around me– it wasn't that he was rich and could afford top-notch security, it was in the way he held my hands, kept his gaze on me during business meetings before fucking me dirty on his office desk till I was in a juicy mess of my