All Chapters of Falling For Her Playful Seduction: Chapter 171 - Chapter 180

Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Two: Concern Samantha's POVI woke up early in the morning to find Diego cooking breakfast. I actually have class today."Good morning," I said, hugging him from behind while he was busy cooking. He stopped what he was doing and turned around to look at me, a smile on his face."Good morning, baby," he uttered, lifting me and placing me on the table. I chuckled at his playful move. He kissed me on the forehead, then down to my nose and lips. I giggled as his kisses trailed down my neck."Diego," I tried to stop him, but he kept kissing me. His hands were also wandering, teasing my breasts."Hmm," I heard him moan."You're cooking, remember?" I reminded him. He stopped and pouted. I messed up his hair while chuckling."You're tempting me with that look," he said, his voice husky. I looked at him, confused. I had no idea what he was talking about."What? I'm only wearing your shirt," I told him, raising an eyebrow. Instead of answering, he leaned in and kiss

Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Four: I Love You TooSamantha's POV"Diego!" I shouted, searching for him in the kitchen, but I couldn't see him anywhere. Where could he have gone? I know he's here somewhere. That guy—how could he write something on my cheeks? I woke up earlier without him by my side.I stood up and went directly to the mirror. My eyes widened when I saw the words written on my cheeks.I remembered yesterday, waking up in the morning to find him sleeping soundly at his desk. My attention had drifted to his buzzing phone, and on his wallpaper was a picture of me drooling. I had told him to change his wallpaper to something more appropriate, but he never did.Yesterday morning, I grabbed a pen and drew something on the side of his lips, making it look like he was drooling while sleeping, even though he really wasn’t.When he woke up, he didn’t notice it at first. He even cooked breakfast for us, talking to me the whole time. I had to hold back my laughter, but inside, I wan

Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Six: You Deserve That Samantha's POV After everything that happened, Isabel and her friends were left glaring at me. Adrian and I walked quietly while he carried all the books. "You didn’t tell me Isabel had feelings for you," I said, breaking the silence. It started to make sense now—her anger towards me was probably because Adrian liked me and not her. He didn’t look at me, just kept walking. I let out a heavy sigh, placing my hands behind my back. "That’s not important. Besides, someone like her wouldn’t take a relationship seriously. I don’t like her either," he said casually. I couldn’t help but think about how hurtful that might be for Isabel. I had been in her shoes before, hearing someone you love say they don’t like you anymore. It stings. But I couldn’t blame Adrian for his feelings. "What if she really does like you?" I asked. He looked at me with a bored expression. "Even if she do

Chapter One Hundred Seventy-Eight: Blame Samantha's POV Mom and Dad went home today, but I'm still at school while Diego is at work. "We’ll be having an activity right now," Mr. Hilton said. He's our new professor, though he started teaching last week. "We have an outdoor activity. The boys will play basketball while the girls will play volleyball. This is part of our subject. Now, you can all change into comfortable clothes," he added. We all stood up. "I’ll wait for you on the field while the boys will be administered by Mr. Fritz," he finished. "They always do this once a year," Anna said, grabbing her clothes from her locker. "Better than sitting there listening to his boring lectures," Jane muttered, making us all laugh. "You’re just mad because he’s the only one who gave you a low grade," Anna teased her. Jane rolled her eyes and pulled her clothes from her locker. I went inside the fitting room t

Chapter One Hundred Eighty: Trouble Samantha's POV "Are we going out today?" I asked Diego while he was facing his laptop. He stopped what he was doing and held his nape, leaning back in his swivel chair. He tapped his lap, signaling me to sit there. I did as he wanted. It’s the weekend, and I was expecting him to ask me out, but he seemed busy with his laptop. He became even busier that night. He fixed my hair and smiled at me. He looked tired. Even last night, he had been awake, facing his laptop. "I can't. I need to go to the office right now," he uttered, looking into my eyes. I bit my bottom lip and slowly nodded my head, trying to cheer myself up, attempting to understand him. "It's okay, I understand. I know you're busy," I told him, and he kissed me on my lips. "I'm sorry. I'll make it up to you after this," he said, and I smiled. I stood up and kissed him on his lips before leaving his office. I let ou