"Ahhhhh!" Dave yelped, throwing his hands up.
The heel struck his forehead before he could fully shield himself. He stared at her in shock, touching the small bruise forming on his skin.
"Are you trying to kill me?!" he continued shouting.
"What? You're not dead yet?" She shot back.
"Are you crazy?! You almost took my eye out!"
"Just your eye?" Samantha shouted. "You took my freedom, you...YOU freaking asshole-" Her gaze landed on the second heel at the foot of the bed.
Dave's eyes followed.
For a second, they stared at each other.
Then Samantha grinned mischievously.
Dave tensed. His eyes narrowed in warning. "Don't you dare, Sam."
Dave's expression turned sharp. His eyes narrowed. "Don't you dare, Sam."
Samantha lunged for the shoe.
Dave shot up from the bed in a blur of movement.
She barely had time to register how fast he was.
"If you throw that, you'll regret it," he warned, his voice low.
Samantha's breath slowed. She stared at the heel in her hand, as if seeing it for the first time. Slowly, she lowered it.
"That's better. Try acting like a sensible person for once.
BANG!
"Shit! Shit!! Shit!!!" Dave cursed, doubling over as he clutched his head.
Samantha's eyes gleamed with satisfaction. "Fuck you!"
Dave looked up slowly.
Her breathing was heavy, his gaze cold. His gaze followed her to the second shoe, now lying on the floor, and then back at her.
"Sam, what the hell-"
He stopped when he noticed her scanning the ground.
"You're not actually looking for-" he gawked in disbelief.
Samantha's wicked grin widened. Her eyes locked onto his black brogues, the ones he had worn earlier for the wedding.
He followed her gaze again and stiffened. His face twisted in horror. "You wouldn't dare-"
"Wouldn't I?" She reached for the shoe, fingers brushing against the leather.
SLAP!
A firm hand knocked it away before she could grab it.
Before she could react, he shoved her against the door.
"I told you to stop!" he growled.
She struggled against his hold. "And I didn't listen!" she shot back, shoving at his chest. He didn't budge.
He was a fully dominant, unyielding, immovable—a man.
Her frustration built inside her, turning the 'pushing' into slaps against his chest. He barely flinched. He was unfazed. Amused even. That infuriated her more.
"You are DONE!"
His hand shot out, catching both of her wrists in one firm grip. He yanked them above her head and pinned her in place.
His full length against her.
No space.
No room to move.
Samantha inhaled sharply. She felt every inch of him. Lean. Hard muscle caging her in.
"What-" The words died on her lips as she wriggled in his grip. But the more she moved, the more their bodies brushed together, and she felt HIM.
Heat rushed through her. A strange, unwelcome sensation tingled between her thighs, creeping up her stomach. Butterflies swarm violently, making her insides tight with discomfort.
She bit her lips.
Her throat went dry.
He was hot.
Too hot.
Dave's eyes were burning. "Sam," His voice was rough. Strained. "Stop it. I'm trying my best not to touch you."
"Stop what?" Her voice was breathless. "I didn't do anything."
His gaze flickered to her lips.
He lifted her chin. Tracing a finger beneath her chin, tilting her face up.
His breath brushed against her lips as she whispered. "Stop biting your lip... or I'll kiss you."
Samantha froze.
Her eyes widened.
And then, out of pure instinct, she bit her lips again. She realized her mistake. SHIT.
She quickly sealed her lips shut. Folded.
"Mmm- mmm- mmm!" She shook her head rapidly.
His lips twitched.
"What?" he asked, amused.
She released her lips just long enough to snap. "I said, don't kiss me!" before sealing them again.
A low chuckle rumbled in his chest.
Samantha found herself staring again.
His laugh was beautiful. The most beautiful thing she'd ever heard.
He was so beautiful and... cruel.
A voice at the back of her mind reminded her and yanked her back to reality.
Her father. The company. His deception. Las Vegas.
"Get off me, DAVE!" she snapped, shoving her body against his, hard.
Caught off guard, his grip loosened. He staggered back a step.
She glared at him with renewed hate. She had her senses back.
He grabbed her wrists again. He was fuming. "Or what?" he challenged, cocking his head. His grip tightened. "I asked you a question," he said through clenched teeth. "Or what? What would you do?"
"You're hurting me."
His grip only tightened. "And what are you going to do about it?"
He smirked. She glared, and he laughed again. His eyes narrowed, and he laughed again.
"I said WHAT?!"
Samantha closes her mouth. She was about to bite him. Instead, she bit her bottom lip in anger.
"Good choice. You see, I've taken all your tantrums and childish attitudes all day, but it all ends now! If you get out of line again, I will make you pay-" Dave shakes his head gently. "No, I'll make your father pay. I told you that you would regret saying those things to me in front of that restaurant." He puts his forehead against hers, his voice dropping lower. "So, are you fucked, or are you fucked?"
Samantha opened her mouth, but the words stuck in her throat. She couldn't believe his audacity. Swallowing hard, she found her voice. "Are... are you threatening me? After everything you did?"
"What I did? Or do you mean what you did?" Dave asked in disbelief. "You went to Vegas to meet a stranger to lose your virginity and still ended up meeting me!"
Samantha nodded to herself. This was her fault. Yes, she could admit that. But it was also his fault. He was the devil sent to make her life hell. The devil couldn't get to her, so he sent Chris—no, his name was Dave. She reminded herself.
But that didn't mean she had to take all of this meekly. His cockiness and audacity were through the roof.
"I hate you."
Dave's eyes narrowed. "What did you say?"
She shouted louder. "I said, I hate you!"
Samantha didn't think—she just acted. Her knee jerked upward with force, connecting squarely with the most sensitive part of Dave's body.
"Ugh!!!"
A choked groan ripped from his throat as his body folded in on itself. He drops to his knees, clutching the front of his trousers, his face twisting in agony. His breath came in short, painful gasps, his face contorted in agony.
She takes a step back and smiles smugly. She lowered her leg slowly, the same leg that had just kicked the son of James Rice, the billionaire, on his family jewels.
"I like seeing you like this," she smiled sarcastically. "Beneath my feet."
Then, she turned and sat on the bed while he still knelt on the floor, groaning.
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They sat in silence. Dave stared at her, and Samantha didn't look away. She refused to let him think she was afraid.
"Do you hate me that much?"
Samantha sat up, staring at him. Did the man not know the answer? If he wanted one, she could give it to him. She shook her head. "Hate? That's something you feel for people you have emotions for." She smirked, watching the flicker of hurt in his eyes. It didn't bother her. "Rather, I regret meeting you in Vegas. I wish it had been someone else."
"You keep doing that—"
"Doing what?"
"Did you just call me stupid?"
"If you aren't, then how the hell would you dare say to my face that you wished you slept with someone else instead of your husband--me?"
Samantha shrugged. "Well, you weren't my husband then, so I didn't cheat on you or anyone."
His gaze was colder now. "You keep saying stupid things like that."