LIENNA
He is late to duck as Conor punches Sam from behind on his back. My eyes widen when I see Sam landing on the floor with a groan.
"What the fuck Conor!" I hiss as I immediately go to Sam and hold his hands.
"Sam are you....are you ok?" I ask with my trembling voice, my eyes glistening from the tears I have been keeping in since we got here. He sits up with my support and nods with a soft smile.
"I am okay luv. Don't worry hmm?" I nod while my tears are about to fall but I keep them in not wanting him to worry even more. He gets up and pulls me up too and then tucks me behind him and looks at Conor with a glare.
"I know when you are angry you lose yourself. And I have always endured with your shitty ass anger, but I won't when it's about her, about the one who matters to me more than me. I know you are angry, hurt, broken but I came here to heal you too. I thought you would understand. I know it's a lot to take in. But so was it for me that day. That day when you introduced her to me as your fucking fiancé. I was angry, hurt and more than ever messed up! Seeing her after 7 long years and spending the last 2 whole years thinking of her as dead, only I know what the fuck I felt at that time. I wanted her at that time, but she was with you, so I kept it in. She kept it in. But you? This is how you react? Calling her with names you well know she isn't? I was fucking wrong to think you would react rationally. If you loved her, you would never ever call her with those fucking names no woman deserves to hear. Never in my life have I mistreated a woman, but you...you just insulted the one you say you love? Where is love? Our friendship is done for good."
I try to keep my tears in, but I can't. How could he be this calm? this understanding? this coherent in his talk? just.... just this perfect? I sniff when Sam looks at me and smiles in a comforting manner making my fear all vanish in thin air. Looking at him with my teary eyes, I nod and grab his hand that's stretched out for me to hold. As we pass Conor, I see his messed-up state. I see his broken self but his regret and guilt too. He seems calm but whatever sympathy I had for him vanished the moment he started insulting me and Sam. Because I know, never in a million years would have Sam done what he did. Yes, I get it he was angry, but it doesn't mean it's okay to forgive whatever shit he said. He wished for me to be dead. He called me a slut. If he loved me, how could he? at least in his sober state? No, I can't forget all that. I shiver remembering all his words as Sam's arms wrap around me and I realize we already are in the car, me on his lap while my both legs reach the passenger seat. My hands clutched around his collar. He soothes me and kisses my forehead several times and then without any words starts his Lamborghini as we drive away. I love him more than I did before we entered the mansion.
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"Sam...I can't go in there," I say when I realize he brought me to his penthouse. He looks back at me with a done face and holds his hand out to me.
"Do you think I don't know you have nowhere else to go? Besides I have many rooms, and I would like your company ma' lady." My cheeks redden and I bite my lower lip.
"But if you want..." He continues making me look at him, but I frown when I see a mischievous look on his face and that smirk of his, ".... you can sleep in my room, love."
My mouth slightly opens as first, surprise but then embarrassment washes over my face. I can see him controlling his laugh as I quickly reply but curse in my mind when I stutter.
"N-no th-thanks. I w-would like my r-room." He laughs softly and then comes to me and holds my arms.
"I love you." I smile and look at him with uttermost admiration, relief, and love.
"Let's go now hm? Or do you want me to carry you inside till we reach the top?" My face reddens and I look away from him biting my lower lip tightly controlling my shy smile.
"I will w-walk." He chuckles and intertwining our hands leads me in.
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