Sam
I sniffled as Russell held me in his arms. He ran his fingers through my hair as he rested his chin slightly on top of my head.
"Sam, are you ok, hun?" I hear Kim's voice making us turn. She and Brandon came into our living room soon after.
"Who was that lady with the black dress that Craig was running after?" Brandon asked, pointing outward and making Kim roll her eyes.
"That would be none other than Cruella herself," she says making Brandon chuckle.
"What?" he says chuckling. Russell kept an arm over my shoulders, unwilling to let go of me, and frankly, I didn't mind one bit. He smelled so good, and his body is always so warm.
"That was my mom, Brandon."
"Oh...aishhh. Are you ok?" he says as he gives me a pitiful look.
"No. She came by to give me bad...bad news." I say as I sigh and let go of Russell, taking a seat on the couch as I slump my shoulders feeling defeated.
I sat there, letting them know about the whole conversation, starting with my dad's call, and how he knew it had to be Craig's doing. "He has no shame. He went to your mom to complain that you wouldn't take him back? As if... He's the one whoring around and acting as if he's too good for you. What an asshole. I am truly losing the little respect I had for him."
She rolls her eyes, crossing her hands and letting her body fall next to me on the couch. I sigh, placing my head on her shoulder.
"She refused to listen to me, like she always does, Kim. Can you believe she wants me to move in with him, what was she thinking?"
"She's not. She's only thinking of the money flow that will come with the merging of your daddy's company with his daddy's company. I'm sorry babe, but your momma is just like all those other ladies in her bridge club. They only care about money status and next month's vacation spots."
I hate to admit it, but Kim was right. My mom didn't even like me being friends with Kim because her family didn't have much money as my dad did. And I say it like that because that's how it is. Dad's company is his, not mom's, mine, or her parent's.
She thinks I don't know the fact grandpa made dad marry her to save her company. Both of my grandpas were great friends, but unfortunately, the company dad was going to inherit was better off than the company mom's family had. Dad was forced to marry her in exchange to save their company from going bankrupt.
Julian Adam, or my dad, is an amazing investor, and the best company to supply all kinds of needs to ships and vessels. He's opened three more sights since then, making it into a bigger company. His main warehouse is in San Pedro, California where most vessels arrive. It has given mom the lavish life that she likes; filled with expensive cars, designer clothes, the house of her dreams, and a fancy lavish life.
I can't recall a day when she has stepped into one of the companies to help out with a single paperwork or help in any way. But the company is dad's pride. He's made grandpa's company thrive and more, becoming one of the top companies that ships look for to restock in goods before they're off to the sea again.
"She can't be serious. Sam, you can't move in with him." Russell stands, clenching his jaw and fisting his hands.
"I'm not. She's crazy if she thinks I will move in with that scumbag. Ugg, I need to call dad. He needs to know what's going on. If anyone can stop her, it's him."
"Oh, Mr. Julian Adam's he's the sweetest man in the whole world," Kim says as she looks heavenward and sighs.
I roll my eyes smiling. I nod and can't help but look toward Russell. He's pensive, pacing towards the balcony with his hands crossed over his chest. Brandon and Kim give each other an exchanged look and clear their throat.
"Listen, umm, there's a festival happening just a few blocks away from campus. Why don't we get t0gether later and go have some fun? It'll help you unwind, get your mind off this whole situation, what do you guys say? Listen, Sam, we got your back, ok? We won't let your mom get away with this. I'm sure we can come up with a solution, don't worry ok?" he says as he gives me a side hug, making me feel a bit hopeful.
I give him a slight smile. Kim rubs my back, smiling as well. "Thanks, guys. But I don't know if I want to go out tonight."
"We'll be there. He's right, Sam. We can all use a good distraction, don't you think? We'll worry about this later, tonight, let's all just go have some fun and unwind." Russell says making me smile. I close my eyes, giving in to their request, "Fine, we'll be there I guess," I reply making him smile a bit.
"Great. We'll see you guys later, Kim and I have somewhere else we need to be." Brandon says making Kim look dumbfounded at him.
"We...we do?" she says getting a slight push on her arm. "Oh. Yeah...we do. See you later guys." she says, taking Brandon's arm and pulling him with her.
They leave, slamming the door behind them and leaving Russell and me in utter silence in our living room.
"Do you really plan on listening to your mom, and moving in with him?" Russell finally says as we sit on the couch after a while.
"What? No. Why would you think that?" I say narrowing my eyebrows.
"I mean, it's what you wanted, wasn't it? It was the plan. To make him jealous so he can take you back. Now you have the chance to do so, and you'll be moving in with him as well. It's what you wanted...right?"
True, it's what I wanted in the beginning. But now... Things have changed. I've realized Craig and I are not meant for each other, I've realized who he really is, and I don't think I can ever see myself with someone like that.
"No...Russell, things have changed between us. I mean, true, it's what I wanted at first, and the reason why I agreed to act as if you were my boyfriend in front of him but,"
"But...what?" I can't help but pause for a second. Our eyes lock together, and butterflies take over my stomach as my eyes slowly look down to his bottom lip. My lips miss his lips, and my body craves to be in his arms.
"But that's....that's not who I want to be with anymore. Things...things changed." I say as he looks down slightly, smiling and looking back up as he bites his bottom lip.
God, why does he always have to do that? It makes me jealous of his own teeth. Making me want to be the one biting on that bottom lip.
I look down, and I don't realize how close we got to each other until we are just centimeters away. His eyes looking at my lips, my eyes looking at his, making my heart rate increase, and thank God Kim and Brandon were gone, or this would feel so much more awkward.
"And who are you interested in, if I may ask?" his husky voice whisper, making my skin crawl with goosebumps. "I, umm. Someone else...with these... Gorgeous, blue eyes, and, light brown hair. He's tall, really muscle-y...and...he's a big nerd." I say making him chuckle.
"Really? Do I know this guy? Do I have to be careful with him too?" he asks making me chuckle. I nod, biting my bottom lip.
"Good," he replies smiling getting closer and closer. Our lips meet, and we give in to each other without guilt for once. Our kiss quickly deepens, his fingers interlace in my hair as he pulls me closer. His right-hand reaches for my waist, pulling me towards him and making me lay on the couch.
His body slowly hovers over me, our kiss becomes hot and sexy. I can feel myself becoming aroused but I refuse to stop.
"Sam," he whispers through our kiss and I manage to hum a simple response.
"I like you, Sam...I really...really like you," he says in a soft husky voice making my eyes go wide. I completely forget about what mom and I had just argued about. My heart is content, and the revelation he just gave me makes me super excited.
"I really like you too, Russell," I reply making him smile through our kiss. He deepens our kiss, kissing me passionately, making our tongues dance in sync as his hands begin to roam over my body. Our bodies thrust slowly against each other. I can feel his bulge, making me throb in need for him.
God, I don't know how much longer I can go without, until I completely lose control of myself and rip his damn clothes off. But for now, we keep it at kissing. And though we are both left completely turned on, we go no further than kissing and touching....so much touching and kissing.
A few hours later, we lay next to each other comfortably on the couch watching tv and waiting on Chinese take-out. We can't help but kiss from time to time, smiling and talking to each other. We both completely forget about our classes as we both refuse to get up and leave each other's side.
I have never felt like this with anyone else. I feel so comfortable in his presence. I feel like I can talk to him about anything, he's become more than my roommate, more than a friend, and I hope we can soon... Be more than a making-out on our living room couch.
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