SAMANTHA’S POV

"Would you still stop by sometimes to check up on me?" Valerie asked, distracting me a bit from work. I wasn't even leaving yet till five p.m

I peered at her from the laptop, "Val, I could stay back. You know that," I clicked send on an email, "Or better still you could move in with us," I said half-heartedly. There were more than enough rooms in the Hernandez mansion and I was so sure Lucas wouldn't mind.

Valerie squeezed her face at me and straightened her hair. "Oh please, so I would bump into you two fucking on a couch,"

My jaw dropped. "Valerie, we do not fuck on the couch," I shook my head, "Jeez, why am I even having this conversation with you,"

She laughed and flickered her hair in a sheer show of vanity, "Well, because we're best friends," her tone turned serious, "Now I'm serious–"

I rolled my eyes, "You better be," I laughed and half focused on work when I saw the look on her face. She still wanted to say more.

"Hmm… do you think there'll be no more hitches," she corked her