Chapter 5: Samantha, Meet Mr Darkwood.

SAM'S POV

IF there was anything so fragile in me, it most definitely had to be my heart.

A heart that had not stopped beating heavily for one moment ever since the previous day romping.

It felt as though my heart was raging a storm inside me, yet I laid on the bed, my face glowing and warm while it expanded in my chest.

I could feel my heart aching and yearn for the same touch I had despised since I got back from Leo's house. Thinking about the previous night gave my heart a reason to beep.

I could feel as it skipped, multiplied, before filling the empty spaces inside me.

It did it all as my skin grew cold as I stared at the ceiling and tried to ignore them as I was deep in thought.

My phone buzzed with a notification and I stared at the screen to see what the message was about.

Me: Good morning Mom.

I typed quickly and pressed send, I wasn't expecting the reply to be immediate so I dropped my phone.

It buzzed again.

Mom: Good morning…been trying to reach you.

Me: Really?

I added two emojis showing how worried I was.

Me: Is anything the problem?

Mom: Nothing much when are you coming home?

Me: Guess you are missing me already.

I added a smiling emoji.

Mom: typing …

Me : Why do you need me around, you know how busy I get.

Mom: We would be expecting you.

I knew that was the end of our discussion, when my parents made up their mind that was the end of it .

I opened the mobile app on my phone and booked a flight two– ways home for the weekend.

I spent the afternoon the day before I traveled drinking coffee with Camila at a Cafe.

She had been away with her new found love and was only returned just the previous day.

She appeared to want all the gist about how the previous day had gone since I had sent her a cliff hanging four words message " He is a jackass " after I left Leo's house the other night.

She was always smiling of late and I didn't expect less, she had a mate and I didn't .

"So you mean you two had mad sex?" Camila asked, unable to believe her ears, that her thick skinned friend succumbed to a one night stand with a total stranger.

"Blame it on lust…but yeah I did."

Camila gave a little snicker.

"That was not the fact you don't get me Camila, I would have taken this more lightly but him paying me off after the sex like a whore drove me crazy."

"Yeah, that is a silly thing to do, he is the son of a bitch."

"Yeah, a very beautiful one though." I said heaving…

"Wait a minute!" Camila exclaimed. "You are in love with this man?"

No...no way." I scoffed. " He is not my type." I lied.

Camila shrugged her shoulders and said nothing but sipped her coffee instead.

I pondered on what she had said, it had been a mere suggestion but had planted the words in my heart like a seed that would soon germinate.

The fact still remained in her question.

"Was In love with Leo?"

*****

The trip back home was uneventful as I sat close to an Old Woman who just kept talking about her nine cats. By the time our plane landed I hurried out of the plane just before as she was about to show me another picture of her cat.

I flagged down a cab that zoomed off immediately I entered, for a while I pondered on what I was to expect when I got home.

Of course I knew a lot of drama awaited me, I rested my head on the cab glass as it drove slowly as it approached the red color from a traffic light.

When I reached home, my Mother was waiting on the pouch we air kissed before I got my bags out and paid off the cab driver.

We had a lot to catch up on and we started right from outside the pouch as we walked in.

"Where is father?" I asked

"He is in a meeting with a Visitor that flew in today."

She said the word with a smirk that made me suspect foul play.

"What are you guys up to?" I asked.

"Don't worry your sweet head I would." She said, kissing my forehead.

"I would be in the Kitchen" she said and winked before walking out

I laughed weakly as she closed the door behind her staring at what had been my room since I was a little girl.

It had still remained the same unchanged over the years, with the pink colors and teddies – Marcus, Elena and Rufus still on the bed.

I touched Elena, the only pink one among them and laughed at the love triangle I had created among the three while growing up.

My old school pictures album laid on the table a bit dusty.

I picked it up and stared into the memory lane giggling at how funny I looked while growing up.

It was a good thing I had evolved from a skinny child missing several sets of teeth to a sexy and curved female adult.

I closed the album and kept it carefully back where I had met it.

I could hear my father's rich voice by now, he was conversing with a voice that in a way sounded familiar to me but I couldn't quite figure it out .

I heard a rap on my door…

Mother peeped . "Come downstairs Samantha, there is someone we would like you to meet."

I raced downstairs and hugged my father, he seemed happy to see me after many months of being away.

A not so familiar cologne filled the air as I turned to look at the man who was talking with Mother.

Our faces turned almost the same as we had the look of both shock and surprise on our faces.

"Samantha, I will like you to meet Leonard Darkwood." Father paused. "He is to be your mate."