Anna's POV.
I was very angry while Martin and Samantha spoke. Yet the moment he apologized, I found myself letting my anger go and giving him as many hugs as he wanted.
"Martin..." I said to him. His hands were wrapped around my waist in an embrace.
"Yeah, baby?" He looked up at me.
"What's your relationship with Samantha? I am curious to know."
"Oh, I thought I've answered this question before." He looked at me as he spoke. "Samantha is my friend. My childhood friend. You see, dear, years back when my mother left me, I was a very sad child. She was the only one who understood me and she didn't judge me like everyone else did."
I wanted to ask more questions. Don't you think she has feelings for you? Why are her hands always on your body? But Martin had promised me that he wasn't l
