AUTHOR'S NOTE: THIS BOOK CONTAINS SEXUAL SCENES; IF YOU ARE NOT OF EIGHTEEN YEARS OR OLDER OR ARE NOT COMFORTABLE WITH THESE TYPES OF SCENES, PLEASE REFRAIN FROM READING THIS CHAPTER. THANK YOU FOR YOUR COOPERATION. HAVE A BEAUTIFUL DAY.💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨💞✨RussellSam and I embarked on the long four-hour flight. When we finally got home, uncle Fred wasn't home yet. He was out getting some stuff and said he would be home in another hour and a half. Perfect time for me to give Sam a tour of our tiny house.I showed her the house, leaving my room for last. There's just something about her that makes me go crazy. She's the perfect girl for me, but I don't know how to say that to her. I guess, in a way, I'm just afraid to be hurt again, though I know she won't hurt me.I opened the door to my room and led her inside. My room was just as I left it. The small queen-size bed is placed in the right corner, with over-packed bookshelves and trophies in math, science, and history on top the bo

Sam"I'm sorry you feel that way about me, Roxanne. But I'm not going anywhere. You and Russell are over, and his responsibility, if she is his daughter, is with her. Not with you." I said politely, standing tall and raising my head high. She clenched her jaw, irritated with my words. "Why, you little bitch." she says, fisting her hands. The little girl sensed the tension, whimpering as she threatened to cry. The least I wanted was to cause her to cry. She looked like such a little angel. I know she was ready to spit back at me. I have never been the kind to look for trouble. Hell, I've always tried to avoid it. But Jorge and Roger's wives would always tell Kim and me that walking away from an unsettled argument is the same as giving the win to the other person. You have to think rationally and justly. And this time, I had the right to defend what I felt in my heart."Why hello there, Roxanne. Oh, look at you, little Kate." uncle Fred came, making us both turn towards him. Russell g

Sam"This is good, Sam. I knew you were a good cook because my boy always tells me about the food you make at the dorm. But dang- these cookies are so good." uncle Fred says, making me smile. "Thank you. I've had good teachers." and it's true. Mom is an awful cook, but dad's workers always brought their wives around. A few even babysat me when I was smaller. I took advantage when they would cook and bake, standing next to them to learn how to cook and bake.The door opened, and Russell came in with his jacket full of snow. The wind was picking up, making whistling noises outside. "Got the honey!" he says, lifting it and shaking his snow-filled hair. He walked toward us, placing the honey on the counter and kissing my lips. I lifted a cookie, making him take a bite. "Mmh, I love your snickerdoodles. They're the best, baby," he says, making me smile."The best." uncle Fred says, making us chuckle. "I told you... She's a good baker, right?" Russell says to uncle Fred. "Son, you weren't

SamI woke up laying on my side. I was still completely naked from an intense night with Russell. He wasn't kidding when he said I wouldn't sleep all night. He was ready to go for another round just minutes after one round finished. But, we weren't as loud as Phoebe and Fred though. It was close to ten in the morning when I finally woke up. Russell held me in a spooning position. I'm starting to think this is his favorite way of holding me. I could feel his soft breath on the back of my neck, making my spine shiver. I smiled,grabbing his hands and pulling them to make him hold me tighter. He sighed, tightening his hold on me, and interlacing our legs together. I smiled in contentment. I'm so glad I listened to Kim and dad about giving Russell a fair chance. I haven't thought of my ex this whole time being with him. It's thanks to Russell that I realized what a douchbag Craig is.I could hear Christmas music playing and Phoebe laughing. The house felt warm comparing to last night, an

Sam"What are going to do now? Dad's not answering his phone and neither is my mom." I say, irritated with this whole situation. I paced back and forth, tapping my phone on my palm.Russell sat on our sofa, scrolling through his phone and running a hand across his face. "I found a nice apartment just blocks away. But the rent is pretty high. I'll send them a message to see if we can go see it tomorrow." "Where could my dad be? Oh, my poor Figaro. I should have listened to you and taken him with us to go see your uncle." I say, sitting next to him.He pulls me closer, hugging me around my shoulders and kissing the top of my head. "Babe, it's ok. We'll figure this out together. Ok?"The door opened then and my dad pops his head in nervously and gasps when he sees us. "Sammy, Russ. You're here. Oh thank goodness." he says, sighing in relief. "I told you she sent a message earlier before my phone died. Hi, sweety. We are so glad to see you still here." my mom says, hugging me and kiss