"Steven, what would you do if I said I find you attractive?" Samantha slowly let out the words in a low voice, the corner of her lips turning into a light smile.
"Back then in high school, holy moly, you were God damn hot, but I still rejected your poor ass then". The corner of her lips turned into a smirk.
"I hated you then because you did not pay any attention to me, as if you were better than everyone, sitting on your high horse even when you knew I wanted you.
The worst part of it all was that you just backed down after a rejection. Huh?
You never really liked me, did you?" Samantha paused for a while before uttering the next words she said.
"I bet you didn't".
She drew her head back so it wasn't as close as it was before continuing from where she stopped.
" I also bet that you don't find me attractive any more and want to leave here at any slightest second. Don't you?" Samantha whispered once again, their lips were barely touching, and she could feel her skin tangle wherever it was in contact with his.
She could barely believe she was the one talking. In the past, who would have thought that Samantha would ever throw herself at Steven?
What the heck was she thinking? Where had all her shame gone? She knew definitely that she was going to be turned down by him, he was not even going to spare her a glance when he would leave soon in a fit of anger, disgusted by her guts. She could only pray that he would believe that she did what she did as a result of her drunkenness.
But what happens next shocks Samantha to the core.
Steven's lips came crashing down on hers. Samantha could barely react as she was trying to recollect what had just happened. But this wasn't a fluke, Steven had kissed her. He wanted her deeply.
It was in no time that Samantha found herself kissing him back. The kiss was deep and passionate, neither of them wanted to stop, but it looked like Steven had ulterior motives as he quickly swept Samantha off her feet carrying her in bridal style.
Samantha was too shy to protest. As she hurriedly buries her face in his chest.
Before Samantha knew it, she was on the bed.
She wondered how he had reached there so fast, even though this was a ho-
Samantha's thoughts were interrupted by the sight of Steven undressing quickly.
And she immediately began to wonder if she should believe that Steven wanted to have sex with her.
She wondered if it was because of those silly statements she made.
Samantha was still trying to make something of her current situation when she was kissed hungrily by Steve, whose hands travelled down her back unzipping her dress. She was starting to feel too hot.
She wondered whether this could be regarded as cheating because she desperately wanted this sex, not only for the baby but to satisfy her lust.
Samantha's cheeks flushed red when she noticed that her dress was off, and the eyes Steven gave her made her gain back her lost confidence.
Those were the eyes of someone looking at something breathtaking.
Steven lifted her from the bed and continued the kiss from where they had stopped.
His hands were all over her, adventuring different places in her body and when Samantha could feel his hand trailing down her lower part, she exhaled.
Which made Steven stop dead in his tracks.
"Sam, you can tell me, if there is anything I'm doing to you now that you don't like".
Samantha quickly turned to face him, caressing his cheeks.
"Steven, it's not that I don't want it, but can you please turn off the lights?
This will be a long night".
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Samantha woke up to a splitting headache.
She was surely going to take the drugs for headaches today. She felt sore all over and remembered what happened last night.
She slowly stood up, looking for her dress on the floor to no avail. Her dress was gone.
She wondered who could have taken it when her attention was drawn to the wardrobe in the room.
And she decided to search for it there.
Upon opening the wardrobe, Samantha's jaw dipped.
Several designer's clothes were stacked up on hangers on one side of the wardrobe.
The other side was filled with different types of limited-edition designer shoes.
This was the same for the other parts with bags and another side with jewellery and makeup. She could recognize only but a few of them since it had been a long time since she put her mind into dolling herself up ever since she married Reid.
Samantha exclaimed when she turned and saw the table near the window filled with several delicacies. Her mouth watered at the sight, even though she was hungry, she still concluded that this was over the top.
A feeling of guilt washed over her as she remembered how she deceived Steven last night by telling him she was on the pill when he wanted to use condoms.
How would he react if he found out the reason I did this? Samantha's mood dampened at this thought .
*****
Samantha quietly walked into the house, she was happy her mum wasn't home as it had spared her the trouble of having to answer her mother's never-ending questions.
She hurriedly took her phone and bag where she had left them and left the house immediately for fear of meeting her mum or running into her younger siblings.
Samantha smiled when she saw that her best friend, Chloe, had phoned her fifteen times.
She wished she could go to her place quickly, but she could imagine Chloe's face upon seeing her best friend suddenly wearing something as expensive as these from head to toe.
So, she finally decided to go to her house and change her clothes before going over to Chloe's house.
Samantha was quick to notice that Reid's car was unusually packed in the compound and guessed that he was back to get something.
She would rather not meet him and wanted to turn back but decided to just change her clothes and leave immediately.
Samantha entered the living room and threw herself on one of the sofas.
She heard the faint voice of a woman from their bedroom and immediately stood up.
She could feel her chest tighten when she thought about the possibility that Reid was cheating on her in their marital bed.
"It can't be", she muttered to herself
"It can't be", she uttered again, this time her voice was louder.
"It can't be", this time she was shouting.
She marched towards the bedroom and flung the door open, only to see what she dreaded the most.