In Vincent's Eyes
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VINCENT’S POV
I reached home from my date with Jessica when I received a call from Samantha’s number. I felt a little guilty knowing that I have not spent time with her like I used to. I have ignored her calls many times in the past few months.
I just realized that although Samantha is a little too clingy and annoying at times, I missed her a lot. I was thinking about that when my phone rang.
A voice call? It is very odd for Samantha to use a voice call when calling me. Especially when she has been silent for the past weeks.
I requested a 3D call, but it got canceled. Losing my patience, I answered the call. But instead of Samantha's voice, it was Benjamin who spoke from the other end. He said that Samantha got drunk and he needed to take her to his home.
No way! Nunca! What will Ashton say if he would learn that I permitted her daughter to spend the night over some guy's house?
I drove my way to Club Nouveau where she and her friends are. I remember her insisting on taking the last drink. But seeing that she is too drunk, I took it from her. That was all I remembered.
The next thing I knew was waking up to the loud banging at the door. I was a little disoriented at first. And then, shocked when I found out that I slept next to Samantha, who has nothing on but her sexy lingerie.
That's when Ashton barged into the room as I tried to cover my boxers.
I still cannot remember how we ended up like this. It feels a little wrong to accuse Samantha. But I have a hunch that she has planned everything, from the phone call up to the event this morning.
Ever since she was young, I am aware that she likes me a lot. But I have always thought that what she feels was nothing but a little infatuation. An emotion bore out of her desire to have a love story similar to that of her parents. And I know Natasha and Ashton long enough for me to understand what is there to love about them.
While I am aware that I cannot probably love her in the way Ashton loves Natasha, I have always treated Samantha as someone who is important and special to me. I have realized long ago how I cannot date anyone who does not understand my special relationship with her.
I felt so fortunate when I met Jessica. She is a little older than me and she understands the dynamics of my relationship with Samantha. Jessica and Samantha have met a few times, even before the gala, and I noticed the absence of tension between the two of them. I think her maturity and vibrant personality are some of the things that keep me drawn to her. For the past months, I have been so close to Jessica that I did not even notice the growing gap between me and Samantha.
Although the people around us think that Samantha has spent most of her life with me, I am also aware that she has her own set of friends. Other people may not even know it, but Samantha had also gone on a few dates with other guys. And just like any typical teenager, she also spends her alone time doing hobbies and things that an older guy like me would never understand.
Despite that, I understand how my abrupt absence must have triggered her “bitchy” ways. This is why I have a strong inclination that all these were her plans. But I cannot just always succumb and give in to her demands. I love and value Samantha. She is one of my persons too. But I think she has put me way too high on the pedestal that she can only see my positive traits, and never my flaws.
So while I was inside the shower, I thought of how I could get into Ashton’s good side and how I can make him see my POV so I can execute my plans.
After I have ensured that Samantha has everything she would need, from the clean towel to the clothes that she can change into, I nervously made my way to the living room, where Ashton was waiting. I was glad that Josie, my ever-reliable house help, has already served him coffee and the morning paper.
A little grumpy, Ashton looked up at me and put the newspaper down. He put his ankle on his knee and then said, “So now Vincent, tell me. What was that all about?”
I have trusted that Ashton is always someone who listens to reason and logic. And I am just glad when he told me he realized too that this is probably one of Samantha’s immature antics. He knows that Samantha has gone overboard this time. And we both agreed that we need to make her see that I am not the man she made up in her mind. Samantha has to realize that I cannot reciprocate her feelings.
I planned to make Samantha believe that this time, I am trying everything I can to make my relationship with Jessica work out. Ashton was not so keen on my idea of faking the engagement. If I were Ashton, it would feel like a trap too. Not to add that our families belong to the same social circles, and decisions like this could also affect the family business.
There is no better way to let Samantha know my bad side other than to share a house. Of course, Ashton won’t buy it. I have doubts too. I am still not sure what made him change his mind.
I know it was an asshole plan, to begin with. I would probably hurt Samantha's feelings more than I should. She may think that she is losing her self-respect in the process, but that’s what I wanted her to realize. That I can be mean too and that she should learn to choose herself first.
After Ashton left, Samantha and I had our breakfast. I doubted myself a little if I can do the things I initially planned when I found myself showing how I care for her. So when I was about to make her a cup of coffee, I reminded myself that I needed to show a little arrogance and roughness. It is very timely too that Jessica has dropped by to discuss some important things with me.
Confusion was apparent in Samantha's face when she saw Jessica in my study. I thought about how everything was going well according to my plan. But after Jessica left, I realized that I might have a little problem executing it. Jessica is leaving for Paris and will stay there in the next two months. And I realized that I just brought myself a little closer to this little devil. Now, I am not sure if I am up to showing all of my bad sides to Samantha.
Dios Mio, Vincent! What did you get yourself into?
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