Samantha's pov
She clung to me, her eyes darting around. I could see the sweat formed around her forehead, and the way she was breathing hard.
It was obvious that she was actually scared. A lot ran through her mind, and she kept pleasing with me to hand her the phone.
"Give me a minute, please..." I begged, dialling xander's number again. Why the hell wasn't he taking his call?
"No ma'am, please. If it's discovered that I actually helped you, there's going to be so much issues for me. I don't want that to happen, please..." She begged, and I sighed.
"Please. Just give me a little time. I'm sure he's going to pick up any minute from now, please..." I pleaded with her nonstop, but she exhaled through her lips. Her chest continued pacing, and she was worried about what would happen next.
