Samantha's Mischief

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YEAR 2040 "Vincent! Vincent!" I woke up to the angry voice of my dad, Ashton Greene. Shit! It isn't a part of my plan! What is my dad doing here? THUD! THUD! THUD! My dad kept banging on the door. Vincent, who was lying beside me under the sheets, started to wake up too. "Por favor! What is that noise?" Vincent rubbed his eyes. And then, as if somebody poured ice-cold water on him, he jolted and jumped out of bed. The crease between his eyebrows told me that he was a little disoriented with his surroundings. He sat up on the bed for a while. The sheets fell on his lap. He was about to remove it when, slowly, his gaze fell on me. His eyes were widened in disbelief as he pulled the end of the sheets to cover half of his body. But then he threw the sheet back at me when he realized I was wearing see-through lingerie. "Dios Mio! What have we done, Samantha?" he asked with confusion. The door sprung open even before I was able to give him my answer. My dad was standing in the doorway, still panting. On his hand was the key card in Vincent's room. Vincent grabbed a pillow. But instead of using it to cover his maleness, he used it as a shield from the punch my dad tried to throw at him. "Dad, stop!" I tried to stand up. But I thought it was too mortifying if my dad would see the clothes that I am wearing. "Please, no! Nothing happened between us!" Ashton just looked at me and gestured his hands towards me "Do you see yourself now, Samantha? Tell me again that nothing happened." "Lo Siento, Ashton. Hablemos de esto." Vincent spoke in Spanish. And I know too well that he only does that under certain circumstances. I tried to meet his stare. But the anger in his eyes was too much for me to handle. My dad looked at me. His fists are tightly closed in his sides. My heart sunk when I saw the disappointment on his face. I bowed my head as I thought to myself how stupid and naive my plan was. "Fix yourselves. Both of you. Let us talk downstairs." My dad said with finality. He looked at Vincent one last time, and then he gestured his hands towards me in full despair. A few moments have passed since my dad left the room. But I am still not moving in the bed. Vincent was whispering, cursing in mixed English and Spanish as he was putting some pants and a shirt on. He angrily throws some of my clothes at me, which landed at the edge of the bed. "What are you waiting for, querida? Rapido! Move!" And then he went to the bathroom to freshen up. Stupid move, Samantha! I buried my face in the palm of my hands. I have never thought that my plan would backfire this way. I only wanted to trick Vincent. All I wanted was to try to seduce him, and then maybe, I could take his mind off the older lady he is currently dating. I listened to the splashing sound coming from the bathroom. I felt nervous about the anger that I saw in Vincent's eyes. There were mischiefs that I have done to him in the past. But I have never seen him look at me like that. I shudder at the thought of losing him-- all of him because of my stupid idea. While putting on some clothes, my thoughts absentmindedly wander off from the random memories I had with Vincent in the past to the events from last night. I tried to recall everything I did that has put me in this embarrassing situation.
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