Steven's POV
"Godmother," I said as soon as the door opened.
"You're late," Samantha replied, she was seated with her legs crossed as she placed a glass of water down on the table right next to her.
"I was driving," I said. "And traffic was a nightmare." The maid in the room stepped aside with an ushering hand and I entered inside.
"And you're telling me that in that traffic you didn't have enough time to pick up your phone, twice?"
"Hmmmm, guilty as charged," I said, with both of my hands raised in a joking surrender.
"Of course, now you realize you're guilty." She said, but her hard facade broke and she smiled after a second.
I liked her smile, always it was like a practiced mechanism for making things she wanted happen in the moment, but this time I felt it was na
