Natasha Fierce

Chapter 7- Sam

As soon as 5 o'clock rolled around the usual time Sam would come in to eat, sure enough, he came strolling in and took his usual table off to the right side of the restaurant. Of course, I was the one serving him, which made things a little awkward. "Hi Sam what can I get for you?" I asked, trying not to let the awkwardness show in my voice. "What are you still doing here haven't you been here since six am?" Sam asked with concern, evident in his voice. "Yeah I'm here most days six am to six pm because we are so short-staffed, but it's ok the money's good and I could use it." I said reassuringly.

"So you really weren't lying about being tired were you?" Sam said with guilt in his voice. "No, not really." I said blatantly. "Look, I have other tables I have to take care of. I'll come back if you're not ready to order, Sam." I said walking away. Eventually, Sam called me back to his table and ordered I get the rest of my tables served out and Sam ended up being the last table I was waiting on to be able to go home. It was nearing 6:30 by the time Sam asked for the check and, low and behold, he wanted to walk me home. I figured that was coming. I was kinda of a jerk to him, but this job was taking its toll on me. The hours and the customers were draining.

I grabbed my jacket and proceeded to exit the restaurant as Sam pushed past me to get to the door for me, which took me by surprise a little. I wasn't expecting that. No one had ever held a door open for me before. When we got to my front door and I started to turn to say good night to him, he did something that surprised me even more. Next thing I know, his lips are on mine, I'm fighting for air as his lips fight for dominance over mine. By the end of it, I was so out of breath and was speechless I didn't know what to say.

"Look, I really like you, if that's not obvious already, but I hate that you're killing yourself working all these hours at this diner. It's not healthy. You never even get a proper break. Come work for me. I own a few restaurant chains and one of them needs a server. I'll hire you, and it's a normal 8-hour shift, and it's decent pay." Sam said seriously.

"What? Seriously, is that the only reason you kissed me to get me to say yes to your proposal? I asked, seriously confused. I mean if he owns these restaurants, why does he come to the mom-and-pop joint I work at every day and eat? Why not eat for free at your own restaurant? Why kiss me and then ask me this?

"No, I've been wanting to do that anyway, but I didn't think you would let me. You always seem to have your guard up for some reason." Sam said. "And what, I didn't seem like I would mind now?" I asked a little annoyed. "No I definitely thought you would mind. But I thought I would rather take a chance and know what it felt like to taste your lips then never know." Sam said with a smug look on his face.

I just looked at him in shock. I couldn't believe he was so bold right now, what had gotten into him? "I'll think about it ok." I said wanting desperately not to have to talk about this anymore as I turned and opened the door to my apartment. "What's there to think about? It's a good offer. Besides, do you really want to live in this apartment forever? I'm offering you something better than minimum wage and normal hours." Sam said, pointing to my crappy little apartment. "What's wrong with my apartment now? I'm sorry if you're too good for my crappy apartment, but it's all I have, and it's mine. You should go Sam." I said, infuriated at this point.

"Look, it's nothing against you or your apartment. I just think you deserve better, so when you make a decision you know how to get a hold of me." Sam said before walking away. When did my life get so damn complicated? Well, it was always complicated, I guess, but at least before it made some sense. Now it's just so confusing and nothing makes sense.

If I take the job offer I'm basically accepting that I want something serious with Sam. Can I have something serious with Sam? Am I allowed to just be happy? It's been 9 months since I escaped, and I've been here three months and I haven't ever even seen a sign that anyone has been following me. Maybe they had given up. I'm so tired of running and tired of being alone, I just want a shot at a normal life and I think this is my shot.

The next day, I had a terrible day at work. Some guy came in drunk and wouldn't quit hitting on me, and it was really starting to piss me off that he wouldn't take a hint. "Come on baby, I don't see a ring on your finger can't you give a guy a break and give me your number?" The drunk man slurred. "I told you I'm not interested besides I'm seeing someone." I said firmly. I didn't know how many times I had to say I wasn't interested before this asshat took the hint and left me alone. What the hell was he even doing being drunk it was only 6 pm.

It was the end of my shift and all I wanted to do was go home after a 12-hour shift but instead I was waiting on this last table with this drunken ass to leave, who, by the way, didn't seem to have any intention on leaving anytime soon. Sam was late coming in today thank god, because if he saw the way this drunken i***t was hitting on me, I'm pretty sure he would press the job issue even more.

As I bent over to wipe down a booth I felt a hand creep around my waist and that was the final straw. "Get your damn hands off me now before you loose them." I yelled. "Oh come on Hun, quit playing so hard to get sweetheart." The drunk said. Just as I heard the bell on our front door jingle from someone coming into the restaurant, the assholes hand went to my ass and that was it. In one quick movement, I kneed him in the d**k and spun him around to where I had his arm pinned behind his back as he was screaming bloody murder from the blow to his manhood.

"Look here buddy I ain't your sweetheart and I'm not interested and you ever put your hands on me again I'll chop your d**k off are we understood?" I asked in a hoarse voice. "Yyyeess maammm." He stammered out. Just as I turned around, I saw Sam standing behind me looking at me in shock and amusement and Donna looking less thrilled. "Don't worry about it, Donna I quit, I refuse to work somewhere I get harassed by drunks and my boss won't even have my back." I said bluntly taking off my apron and throwing it on the table before heading out the door with Sam hot on my heels.

Sam followed me all the way to my apartment door in silence which was good because I was still beyond pissed off and needed to cool off. "Do you want to talk about what just happened back there?" Sam asked. "Not really anything to talk about the guy was drunk and grabbed my ass so I knocked him on his. What else is there to say." I said uninterested in talking about this. "Ok well does that mean your finally going to work for me?" Sam asked sincerely. "Well I guess I don't have a choice do I now?" I said jokingly.

Working for Sam was great the weeks passed by without out ease and Sam and my relationship seemed to get more and more serious. I really enjoyed spending time with Sam and he seemed to really enjoy spending time with me why I have no idea. I was starting to feel some sort of happiness and to be honest it both scared me and made me happy at the same time.

Weeks turned into months and finally it was that time in our relationship where it seemed we might go all the way soon and it scared me a little I'd never done anything but kiss Sam up until this point so there was that. Maybe I could just tell Sam I wasn't ready for this we had a movie night at his place tonight and it was the first time we were in an intimate setting where we weren't in public, so I was super nervous to say the least.

"Hey, ready for an awesome movie night?" Sam asked enthusiastically. "Yeah." I said trying to sound reassuring and not nervous. "Everything ok?" Sam asked obviously sensing something was off. "Of course, why wouldn't it be?" I said putting on my best poker face. Sam nodded not seeming a hundred percent convinced but dropping the subject and lead me into his huge apartment. The place was extremely lavish with granite counter tops, statues and nice paintings, expensive looking furniture ect.. I knew Sam owned a few restaurants, but he never dressed or acted rich.

I followed him to the couch and waited as he prepared some popcorn and afterward, we started the movie it was a romantic comedy called knight and day. As the movie ended Sam turned to me and pressed his lips against mine aggressively. It was more intense than the other times he kissed me and he didn't pull away this time as his hand reached under my blouse and started to travel down my pants that's when I tensed.

"Is this not ok, did I do something wrong?" Sam asked concerned. "No iits nothing like that." I stammered. "Talk to me please, what is it?" Sam pleaded. "It's Just I've never done this before." I stated nervously. "OH." Sam said as if it was all clicking in place. "It's ok we don't have to if you don't want too yet." Sam said. "No, I want to." I protested. "Ok then if you're sure, we will go slow." Sam said reassuringly.

Sam pressed his lips against mine and started kissing me with a tenderness I hadn't seen before and gently lifted me up in the air startling me a bit and carried me bridal style into a even more luxurious bedroom with a king size bed with satin sheets and laid me down on my back on the bed. He then proceeded to remove my pants very carefully never taking his eyes off of mine and then removed my tank top leaving only my bra and panties and began trailing kisses from my collar bone to my breast to my abdomen down to my thighs before removing the rest of my underwear. Finally stopping and slowly in a stripper fashion slowly removing all his clothes in front of me with the last piece of clothing being his boxers.

When he finally revealed his massive manhood under his boxers, I gulped a little feeling a little nervous again. Sam must have noticed this because he grabbed my chin with his thumb brought my face up to his and kissed me passionately. "Are you ready?" Sam asked intently. "Yes." I managed to whimper out before he thrust all of his massive manhood inside me. I cried out from the pain, but Sam slowed and stopped completely still just stoking my hair while I adjusted to him inside me before going any further. Once I had adjusted to him, he started to slowly move back and forth.

It ached a little at first but after a while it started to feel like pure ecstasy, and I started moaning uncontrollably as he started pumping into me faster and faster until finally, I finally exploded over the edge and started shaking and tightening around him. It was the most amazing night of my life.