FIGHT MY WAY

CH1. SAMANTHA'S POV

"YOU WENCH!"

I laid in bed anticipating the next scream, the next slap or the next cruel word that would echo. The abuse from my parents had become a constant rhythm in my life, a never ending cycle of pain and fear.

I sighed and jerked off my bed when I heard a loud scream echo from the living room alongside the shattering glass noise. As expected, if they were not arguing with me then they were arguing with each other.

My heart raced extremely fast as I contemplated on whether to go out and watch the scene for myself or to wait inside my small room until they come for me.

The latter happened, my dad pushed my door wide open and rushed towards me with full adrenaline. He grabbed me by the neck and choked me slowly. "You worthless piece of s**t!" He spat in my face. I struggled with hot tears falling down my cheeks. I wished he would stop but he did not. Not until my mother stepped into the room and yanked me by the hair. Her five fingers landed on my face and she yelled through gritted teeth "At twenty five, you can not even afford to buy a house for your mother! You poor b***h!"

That was it, mother turned back to argue with father and that was the day I had made up my mind to move out of their house.

That same night, I packed my bags and boarded a bus from Sydney to New York city, without saying goodbye to my abusive parents.

****Weeks later

The slow and steady music blaring from the speakers makes me stand and watch the men and women dressed in corporate outfits sway their bodies effortlessly to the solemn sound of the music.

My eyes catch a particular gentle man sitting at the end of bar with a bottle of tequila clutched tight to his hand.

I watch him pour himself a few shots and I gaze at how he gulps the liquid down his throat.

He suddenly staggers from his seat and our eyes make contact for a brief moment, I hastily look away and pretend to be busy with something else.

After some few minutes, I turn back to gaze at him but surprisingly he is no longer where he was, the only thing left on that seat is a brown wallet.

I scrunch my brows in confusion and slowly walk past the people on the dance floor.

I freeze in my steps right in front of the seat where the brown wallet is lying carelessly on.

I pick it up and gaze at it with confusion before eventually realizing that the wallet must have belonged to the gentleman that was sitting here some few minutes ago.

I pick it up and look around to see if there is any sight of him, unfortunately for me, I do not find him anywhere.

He must have left the hotel, I make my way to the hotel lobby, at least the right thing to do as of now is to hand the wallet to the hotel staffs, maybe they can find a way to contact the owner.

Getting to the lobby, I meet the same young man who I assume is the owner of the wallet leaning on the wall for support.

"Are you okay Sir? You must have dropped your wallet while you were trying to leave the hotel." I say with a concerned look on my face.

He does not respond, he only staggers back and forth, that only leaves me to one conclusion, he is drunk.

"Sir, is there something I can do to help?" I ask looking around to see if I can get help from anyone around but everyone is too busy with one thing or the other.

The charity gala is bigger than I thought it would turn out to be.

"Room 305." He manages to say, his voice is hoarse and rough. Room 305? Perherps that is his hotel room?

"Shall I help you to room 305 Sir?" I ask but I realize that is a stupid question. I place my hand around his shoulder and his hands rest on my waist.

I lead him towards the elevator, we step into it and I press the button for the fifth floor.

It is a good thing that the hotel staffs gave us a thorough tour around the hotel before making us work as waitresses for tonight's gala.

I sneak a glance at the young man, his blue eyes look tipsy and his dark hair is a mess, it makes him appear hot and I take a brief moment to admire his chiseled features. I am jolted out of my thoughts the moment the elevator door dings open.

I slowly pull him out of the elevator, his weight on me is weighing me down, it makes me groan in frustration. Room 305 is the first room on the left.

I turn to him with a raised brow and ask "Key to the room Sir?"

He points to his suit jacket and i do not waste any more time, I dig my hands into the pockets and fetch the room keys out of it.

I unlock the door and lead him into the small room. I drag him towards the bed and allow him fall directly on it. He shuts his eyes close for a brief moment and releases a heavy sigh of relief.

I am glad I was able to help. "Your wallet is on the bed side table Sir, please rest well." I say and attempt to walk away but he suddenly grabs me by the wrist and pulls me to his direction.

I fall directly on his laps and my cheeks immediately flush red in embarrassment.

"Sorry." I mumble and attempt to stand up but his grip on my waist is now very firm. His face leans closer to mine and his next action takes me off guard. He plants a small kiss on my lips which sends a spark of electricity to course through my veins.

I gulp a lump down my throat still stunned by the feeling of his soft lips on mine.

"Sir, I do not think we should do his here." I say.

"Stay." He says in a commanding tone. The deepness of his voice sends chills down my spine and causes the hairs on my skin to rise.

He slowly takes off his suit jacket and unbottens his inner shirt. He plants kisses on my neck causing me to release a loud moan.

He rips off my gown aggressively and places me gently on the bed. He pauses to gaze at my body as if glaring at a piece of art.

He wraps his hands around my waist and kisses me passionately. I have never felt this way in my life before, the soothing feeling that comes from his body on mine or the warmth I feel around him.

His touch on my bare skin sends a tingling feeling down my spine and makes me want to beg for more.

I shut my eyes close and allow his hands to explore every part of my body. I know this is wrong, I know I should not be doing this but the connection I feel with this man is something I can not comprehend.

By the time I am done having s*x with him, I lay close to him and our eyes meet.

My mind tells me to get up and leave but my body does the exact opposite when I open my mouth to say "I want more."