A birthday wish changed the feelings to overcome loneliness
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"Samantha, you certainly have the right to hold such a view. My marriage to Andrea was not driven by a desire to increase our financial standing. However, I had no choice but to marry her because of external factors. She never treated me with respect or like I was her husband. You needn't fret over my well-being. Today is your birthday! A celebration is in order!" As he presented her with a rose, James responded brightly.
"This rose bush has almost certainly been in my room for as long as I can remember. Have you been the one locking yourself in my room?" Incredulous, James appeared to nod his head in accord when Samantha questioned him.
Samantha was confused as to why her father had never told her that before; she assumed that, given her love of roses, her mother was storing the information as a special surprise for her. She pondered the mystery of the roses that arrived one day outside her window but vanished.
"Only on your birthday, Samantha, do I keep them. I wanted to wish you a happy birthday, but I couldn't bring myself to do it. In your opinion, could you trust me enough to pledge me?" James was serious about his question.
Samantha sent a puzzled look his way, not understanding a word he was saying.
"As I have no one else to talk to and haven't in a long time, I'd value your time. Alcohol is the reason I have you in my life at the moment. That's why I don't want to miss a word you say to me: hearing your voice brings me so much delight "James took a sip of vodka and made a statement.
James's feelings for Samantha were rekindled after hearing these comments. She smiled and nodded her head as if to indicate agreement.
James took off a ring from his finger and informed her it was all he had to give her because he didn't have anything else.
For her part, Samantha accepted the ring, gave it a quick kiss, and put it on her finger. Something she couldn't quite put her finger on made her extremely excited.
"D....A....D....." Samantha hesitated because she felt awkward using that term to describe him. She had no idea what to call him or how he might react if he learned her feelings towards him had changed.
"Do you have anything further to add? If you want the ring, take it. You own it completely by yourself. The money I've been able to put away. That's very certain," James made some incoherent drunken remark, and Samantha held him just in time to prevent him from collapsing.
Now he could see Samantha's cleavage in all its mountainous glory. After that, he c****d his head and motioned for her to follow him outside, stating that it was too late to stay inside.
Samantha didn't understand why he was acting this way when he had a perfect opportunity to win her over by touching her cleavage as they strolled hand in hand. Unfortunately, he did not follow my instructions.
For some reason, just the idea of him caressing her body makes her happy and excited. She also can't seem to shake the horrible memories of her mother from when she was a child.
She finally sat on the bike, keeping her balance with her hands on his shoulders as her n*****s rose to meet his nose.
Can I start by calling you, Sir, today? Samantha tried very hard to enquire about it.
"I don't care what you choose. Do not ask me any questions related to medicine, as I am not qualified to answer them, "James exclaimed with mirth.
Samantha didn't bother to adjust the wind blowing her hair into her face because she wanted James to see her like that. She felt impelled to look at James, so she turned around in her chair.
He got that impression from her big, expressive eyes, red lips, and hair follicles, and he couldn't help but picture a bright moon floating close.
He gave his full attention to driving. Samantha learned that he shared her sentiments. However, their rational minds were not approving of any more action on the part of their emotional bodies.
They finally arrived at the house and, dragging their feet, made their way into. However, after that, they couldn't help but think about each other.
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