Chapter 3
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After putting our things in our respective rooms, I quickly took a shower and went out with Kate to meet up with Vanessa.
We saw her just days ago and already they think it's been an eternity since they last saw each other.
Quite funny, really.
But since I promised Kate that I would accompany her, I had no choice but to give in to their plans.
But what started as a lunch outing turned into a boring shopping trip at the mall.
And after that, they dragged me to a bar to drink with them.
I do drink, but not to the extent that they are used to. An hour later, I wanted to shoot myself in the head.
They were talking so much nonsense that I couldn't help but roll my eyes and want to be anywhere but next to them.
They started drinking as if it were the end of the world, and after a while, some guys approached us in a conquest mood.
No gentlemen, they won't get anything here.
But my friends did give them the time and then some. When I realized it was getting late and that I had committed to having dinner with Samuel.
Dinner that I don't intend to miss for anything in the world.
I stand up and everyone looks at me attentively.
"Where are you going?" Kate asks, furrowing her brow.
"Home, I'm tired and I told you I would go out with you for a while and we've been out almost all day," I say, and she rolls her eyes.
"Well, whatever, but don't tell my brother where I am or he'll come get me," she says, and then continues drinking.
"Whatever..." I approach her to say goodbye, and I whisper in her ear, "Call me if anything happens, I'll be keeping an eye on things," I say, and she nods with a smile.
I grab my things, say goodbye to the others, and head outside to look for a taxi, which I find immediately.
I remember the place very well in case I have to come get my friend.
I dismissed the driver who brought us to the mall as soon as we arrived at the bar with the million things she had bought.
Most of them are unnecessary, in my opinion, but that's up to her.
I arrive at the house minutes later, pay the driver, and greet the guard who kindly opens the gate for me and greets me.
I walk calmly, admiring the facade. I don't think I'll ever stop admiring how beautiful everything is and where you can see or appreciate the care Samuel has put into the property.
Perhaps he did it thinking that by now he would have a family, a wife and children, maybe even a dog.
"I would happily be his wife and gladly give him five children," I say to no one and smile at my crazy idea.
I enter the mansion and the smell of food hits me in the face and fills my nose.
Damn, it smells so good.
I let out a sigh with my eyes closed and began to walk automatically toward where the magnificent smell was coming from.
And when I set foot in the kitchen, I see Samuel wearing a kitchen apron, a simple black shirt that showcases his muscles, tight sweatpants that hug his hips perfectly, and he's barefoot.
My heart goes wild, my v****a begs for him, my hands itch to touch him, my veins heat up, and I even forget how to breathe.
He's facing away from me, but as soon as he senses me, he turns halfway and gives me a quick glance along with a lopsided smile.
"Dinner will be ready in a few minutes, if you want, go and... get more comfortable," he says, biting his lower lip and turning back to look at the food.
I say nothing, I swallow the gasp that was about to escape my lips, and I turn around almost running up to the second floor.
I need a cold shower, urgently!
I lock myself in the room and let out the breath I was holding.
I lean against the door, bring my hands to my chest, and close my eyes.
Oh my God!
He's such a sexy forty-year-old, there's no way I can resist the temptation.
I cry for endless minutes because of my bad luck, or good luck, I don't know, it depends on the point of view.
But the view is definitely good.
I quickly take a shower so I don't keep him waiting, I look for a simple, light dress that is appropriate for the occasion.
I don't want to dress up too much, it would be too obvious, and it would be embarrassing if he found out right away.
I shake my head, give myself another look in the mirror, and walk out towards the kitchen.
When I arrive, I see him finishing setting the table, and then opening a bottle of wine, which I imagine must be very expensive.
"How was your day?" he asks without looking at me, and even my eyelashes tremble upon hearing him speak.
He has such a sensual voice, it drives me crazy even in my dreams.
"Go...good, your sister is... intense when she wants to be, but I know how to handle her," I say, and we both burst into laughter.
"I don't know how a girl like you, calmer and more grounded than her, are friends," he says, and I often wonder the same thing.
"I don't know, she's wild and all, but she's a good friend, and I think that after so many years of knowing each other, we've adapted to each other," I say, playing it down and shrugging.- It could be - he says, and for the first time since I came down, he stares at me with something I wouldn't know how to decipher.
Once again, he looks me up and down, bites his lip, and quickly turns towards the food.
My heart jumps, and so does my core, not to mention my n*****s, which are already rock-hard.
I try to relax, walk casually to at least reach the kitchen island, and sit down, that way I'll be able to control the shaking of my body due to his presence here.
We are alone, there is no one else or no one who can see at a glance.
Which makes my nerves skyrocket.
My hands sweat, and my head doesn't know what coherent sentence to say right now to break this silence.
But before I can say anything, Samuel turns around and comes with two plates in his hands.
"I hope you're not one of those who count calories in a plate of food," he says playfully, placing the plate in front of me, and I smile.
"Not at all, I love to eat, and this looks delicious," I say as I praise his creation, which looks very, very good.
"It seems so, but try it first, you won't want to regret your words," he says flirtatiously, taking a sip from his glass.
I take the fork and dip it into the food, take a good portion, and bring it to my mouth, savoring how delicious it is.
I open my eyes wide and I stare at Samuel.
"Damn! This is exquisite, Samuel, you really have a good hand," I say, unable to believe how well this man cooks. He smiles and takes a sip from his glass.
I do the same, picking up mine and drinking while still looking at him.
Out of nowhere, I get nervous again and tremble all over, but I try to pretend I'm not and focus on the food so as not to look at him.
"Thanks, I don't have much time to cook, but I like to do it from time to time, especially when I have a beautiful company like you," he says, and I close my legs, bite my lips, and nod my head.
I smile with my lips closed and concentrate on eating and drinking, and so does Samuel.
But after a few uncomfortable minutes of silence, he starts talking to me and we begin to talk about different things, mainly about work.
About the construction company and what I'm studying, and as if by magic, the conversation flows in an incredible way between us.
"It can't be true, really?" I say, laughing out loud, listening to his anecdotes.
"Yes, it was a tremendous embarrassment, but I managed to handle it in the best possible way," he says, and I smile happily to be in this way with him.
We smile for a few minutes when I decide to get up to pick up the dirty dishes and wash them.
"It's not necessary, I'll do it," Samuel says when he sees my intentions.
"Not at all, you cooked, I'll wash. It's only fair," I say without looking at him as I gather the things.
But as I pick up the things and he insists on preventing me from doing it, we collide with my glass, and its contents spill on his clothes.
"Oh my god! I'm so sorry, Samuel, I'm so sorry...," I say, leaving everything on the table and grabbing something to clean it up.
"Don't worry, I'm fine," he says, but I feel so bad about what I did that I don't realize where I'm wiping until he takes me by the wrists to stop me.
I raise my gaze and furrow my brow, Samuel points downward, specifically where my hands are, and I don't understand what he's trying to tell me until I lower my gaze, and oh my god!
I blush at the hair, tremble slightly, open my eyes as wide as I can, and wish the ground would swallow me and spit me out on Pluto.
I'm touching his... his package, his member, his p***s!
His delicious and magnificent specimen is more than exemplary and unique in the world.
Holy Lord protect me with your spirit!
"I... I, um...," I try to speak but Samuel releases one of my wrists and with that hand, he takes hold of my chin, making me focus my gaze on his.
Oh my god!
I think I'm going to faint!
Just centimeters, only centimeters separate us, he leans towards me because I'm frozen in place.
I feel the beating of my heart in my ears, and I think I'm going to have a heart attack soon.
"Amanda..." he says in his raspy, sexy, and purely sensual voice, and damn, I think he's going to kiss me...
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