Who would have thought that Samantha Kampard could be won over so easily? The attractive man that Samantha had been drawn to earlier chuckled, turning to the table to take a sip of his wine.
I would never have believed that something like this could ever happen, he muttered to himself again.
It could be said that, though, Steven finds the situation at hand quite amusing. It was the reverse case for Samantha, who was frozen in place.
She could not believe that she just had to meet Steven again at her worst moment.
Their last encounter was still fresh in her memories, even though it had been years.
She regretted every word and action she had made then on her honeymoon.
She just wanted to rub it on his face that she was married to a man who seemed more sincere than him.
But she regrets it all now. If she had known that she would meet him again years later when her marriage life was far from what she had in mind. She might have just minded her business and gone her way when they had encountered in England.
Steven turned back to see Samantha pale as white as though she were suffering from a deadly disease.
He didn't like the look of things in her life, and he assumed from her reaction after meeting him, that things must not be going well.
He was genuinely worried, after all, he still deeply cared for her. But he would never let her know. It had ended between them a long time ago, and there was not going to be any "After".
He was shocked by the fact that just her presence could ruin his inner peace so much, as she had never left his mind since he saw her in the bar.
On the other hand, Samantha was in another world of her own. Imagine what kind of joy he must be having, seeing her in this state. When was he going to start mocking her?
Was he going to tell all her ex-classmates? Samantha's mind ran wild with all these thoughts until she was interrupted by Steven who cleared his throat and spoke casting a frown over his face like he wanted to banish her from his sight.
"What are you doing here"
Samantha was startled by his deep baritone voice, she was surprised that he had changed so much since she last saw him.
She wondered to herself, unintentionally staring at him pervertedly,
He is quite different from last time, his hair is blacker, his dark brown eyes look browner, and his lips—
Steven could not help but become very uneasy. This is not the Samantha he had known. What could have changed her like that? At the thought of this, Steven's frown deepened.
It was at this point that Samantha noticed the deep frown Steven had on his face, which brought her back to her senses.
She could not believe that she was behaving so unembarrassed today. Where had all her pride gone?
Had she forgotten that she hated Steven to the core?
Upon recollection, Samantha was back to herself wearing a big scowl on her face, glaring intensely at Steven;
"I can see you are doing pretty well huh?
Going through all that stress just to get back at me".
She paused as if she wanted to say something but stopped before she took a few strides beside his chair.
Steven felt relieved upon seeing the huge scowl on her face. He wondered how she had lived all those years of her life with her horrible temper.
Back in high school, he saw it attractive and kind of sexy. But now it just felt cute to him.
He knew she hated him, so he had expected that sort of reaction from her, plus the trick he had played on her which would further infuriate her.
Samantha took the bottle of wine that Steven had been drinking and emptied its contents into a glass cup beside her.
She then looked at the cup as if she were looking for a gem in it.
Steven wondered what she was up to this time, but Samantha continued with what she did.
Then all of a sudden, she devoured all the contents of the cup at once.
Steven wondered what could be up with her, he was very aware of her low alcohol tolerance, and yet, she went ahead to drink a full glass cup of his wine.
"Hey, Sam, get your phone.
Call your husband and tell him to take you home". Steven said while turning her to face her, at the same time snapping his finger to make her sober as he could see that she was already staggering.
"What the fuck did I consume, Steven"?
YOU MOTHERFUCKER, WHAT DID YOU GIVE ME?!
Samantha shouted, staggering to rest on the table while screaming for water.
Steven quickly held her firmly in her two arms, shaking her body to get her attention.
"Sam, I'm here, you are shouting, you know I can hear you well.
And I didn't give you anything, you are the one who went ahead to boldly drink it at once".
Steven tried to calm Samantha, who was screaming like her pants were on fire.
He pushed her to hug his chest and motioned to the bartender who had run over to get some cold water quickly.
Samantha's scream reduced gradually as Steven patted her head to make her relaxed.
When he felt that she had calmed down a little, he released her from his chest.
Samantha, at this time, was quiet.
"Okay, now tell me what is the problem", he said smiling a little, relieved that she had calmed down.
"I need water, my throat is burning", Samantha said, pointing at her throat. She was no longer shouting.
He smiled at this, by this time the bartender had already brought the water.
Now he opened it and helped her to drink it.
When she demanded to drink it herself, he refused, reminding her that she was not sober yet.
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Samantha watched as Steven answered his phone call in a corner, wondering why she couldn't seem to stop blushing at the thought of loving every second she hugged his chest.
She needs to stop thinking about all these perverted thoughts.
She was still lost in her thoughts, that she didn't notice when Steven came back.
He called the bartender and gave him his card.
Samantha guessed that he was about to leave. Her mood dampened at this thought, even though she didn't know why.
"Have you called your husband?
It's not safe for you to move alone at night, and you are not yet sober", he said while sitting down to wait for the bartender.
"Wait, are you leaving", Samantha asked in disbelief.
"Yeah, anything", Steven replied, wondering if she wanted him to stay more.
" Why did you come here in the first place" Samantha asked, wondering if the alcohol was doing the talking because it was unlike her to poke her nose in someone else matter.
"It's not something that concerns you", Steven replied coldly. His mood had been ruined instantly.
Samantha felt stupid at herself What was she anticipating? Not everyone will be like her after all.
What was she thinking, she was here to get laid, and she must do it soon just to get pregnant, nothing more.
But nobody had caught her attention and attracted her like Steven.
Samantha was still dizzy all this while, but immediately her thoughts strayed to perverted thoughts about the possibility of sex happening between her and Steven, she could see clearly and could suddenly feel hot.
"Something is wrong with me, Steven". Samantha let out while turning to face him,
Steven collected his card from the bartender and turned to face Samantha, wondering what point she was trying to make.
"I can't straighten out my thoughts any more. My body acts on its own like I can't control it.
My mind doesn't do anything but think of perverted thoughts.
I'm not myself now, and I know.
And you know what", Samantha uttered, climbing Steven's body and sitting on his lap' that she could feel his body and her body touching and her whole body heated up instantly.
The worst part of it all is that I would rather not stop it.
Look at me Steven, Samantha said, using her finger to raise his chin.
Her face was so close to his, that their noses slightly brushed and Samantha could feel the heat of his breath the she gulped and said;
"Steven, what would you do if I said I find you attractive?"