It's a wild night. In a club where the lights are bright and the music is loud, Samantha who's wearing a red velvet dress with a slit up one thigh, is drinking a glass of champagne while she enjoys herself at the dance floor of the club. Her long dark hair cascades down her shoulders.
"Hey babe." A tall man with light brown skin and dark brown hair, dressed in jeans and a t shirt walks up next to her. He's grinning from ear to ear. It is clear that he likes her. "Do you want to go somewhere private?" A man asked, Samantha looked at him in disguise. She's not actually there to make fun but to forget all the bullshits that's happening on her broken family now."Go away, whoever you are!" She said in an annoyed tone as she turned around to continue dancing. Samantha has always had a temper.On the other side, a man who's known as a billionaire and a playboy was watching her from afar. His eyes sparkled with admiration and interest. He liked what he sees. This woman will be his ticket out of the shithole he's facing right now."Yeah! Let's party!" Samantha said cheerfully. The bartender handed her another drink. As soon as it reached her mouth he felt someone's arm on her waist. Someone very warm. His touch makes goosebumps rise on her body. She turns her head slowly to look at the man who just came to her. She was about to shout in irritation again when their eyes meet."Am I already in heaven?" she thought to herself as she looks at his handsome face. The man's blue eyes gleam with desires."We are not yet in heaven, but we're getting there." His voice sounds like a whisper to her ears. Samantha blushes and tries not to show it."What's your name?" Samantha smirked and put her hand on his forearm. Tristan, takes a step closer towards her."Just call me Sam, the goddess of pleasure," she said, making a gesture to her gown. Tristan smiles and wraps both hands around her waist."Sam... what a lovely name." Samantha laughed then move her body into his slightly. Tristan puts his hand behind her neck, pulls her closer and whispers in her ear."But I would like to see something that's more lovely than your name." Samantha closes her eyes for a moment and then opens them. She smiles mischievously, as their conversation go on.They both sat on couch as they decided to talk while drinking. Samantha took a sip of champagne from her glass and leaned back comfortably."What brings you here?" Tristan asks. Samantha sighs as if she's tired of everything."Well, it's not a new problem when it comes to someone with a broken family..." She started off in an annoyed tone, thinking that she could share all since he's just a stranger."I am trying all my best to fix our family, then I will just found out the my mother will marry a new man?! Psh! What a stupid idea!" Samantha continues ranting. Tristan listens attentively. When she finishes, she takes another sip of champagne."H-How about you?" Tristan asks after some minutes of silence."Business problems," Tristan says in a casual manner. Samantha looks at him surprised."You're a businessman?" He nods."Yes, I am," Tristan answers. Samantha raises her eyebrows and snorts."Oh come on! How can a business man be here, wasting his time drowning himself in alcohol?" Samantha asks sarcastically. Tristan laughs quietly at her comment, then he gives her another sly smile."Why? What about you? You're too pretty to be drunk." Samantha rolls her eyes."You have no idea how much work I'm doing right now. And I guess it there's nothing wrong with enjoying tonight. I missed tasting women," Tristan said, looking into Samantha's eyes."So, you are a womanizer? How many women did you screw over there?" Samantha asks, teasing him a little bit. Tristan doesn't take offense. He knows that it was only a joke and actually a matter of fact."None. Not that I remember. They were mostly just random women from bars, clubs or whatever," he said, smiling at the memory. Samantha, stand up from her sit, already feel dizzy."Then, enjoy Mr. Businessman! I don't want to be your rebound girl!" Samantha giggles, grabs her purse. Tristan stands up and approaches her, wrapping his arms around her slender waist, when she almost fell because of the dizziness.Samantha, startled by his sudden closeness, looks at him in surprise and tries to break free. Tristan, chuckling, holds onto her tighter."Are you going to leave me all alone?" Samantha scoffs, then try to resist the urge to lean into his embrace."Not too fast, sweetheart. You are too serious. So, relax, you know? Have fun," Tristan whispers softly. Samantha stops struggling to free herself and relaxes her body against his."Come on, let's drink again. I need more wine anyway," he suggested as he puts his lips close to her ear. Samantha shivers from the coldness of his breath."You're such a tease! But I will give in," she says before she goes back to sit down."By the way, do you have a boyfriend?" Tristan asks curiously. Samantha shakes her head."No, I haven't dated anyone yet. But if it ever happens, I'm sure I'll find someone I'll fall in love with." She grins. Tristan then takes her glass of champagne from her hand."Here, drink this," Tristan says as he offers her the glass. Samantha takes it and thanks him. Then she sips the glass, as she noticed Tristan's gaze lingering on her body."What? Are you looking at my mouth or my breasts?" Samantha teases him. Tristan smiles."Both," he replies nonchalantly. Samantha feels hot all over, she feels shy suddenly. So, she looks away, feeling shy and embarrassed.They kept talking happily and drinking until it was late at night, not realizing that they will end up having a one night stand and that everything will turn upside down later in the following days."I'd lost my virginity!" Samantha shouts in frustration at best friend, Evelyn. She paces back and forth, already cursing the man who ruined her life. "Wait, alright? Calm down, Sam...""Do not panic. Tell me first, do you know the man's name? How old is he?" Samantha stops pacing. "Is he single? Do you remember his name or even know his number?" Evelyn raises her eyebrow. And Samantha sat down next to her as she dramatically drops her head in her hands"I don't know, I swear. I actually forgot if he said his name or not. I-I just only remember what he looks like!" "Damnit!" Samantha groans angrily. "This is really bad. I can't believe it happened.""That's really a problem, Sam. Why did you run out of the room without even knowing his name? You should at least wait him wake up." Evelyn sighed as she tried to calm her friend down. Samantha shakes her head."Of course, I didn't think about that. I just wanted to get as far away from him as possible. It was too humiliating and embarr
The day of Samantha's mother wedding arrived. Though she really don't want to be there, she just can't help pitying her mother who always tries to make her understand that it's already her new life. Everything is indeed extravagant. The decorations, the tables, the flowers, the food…The golden theme made it obvious that her mother's new love of life is a billionaire. There are plenty of rich guest who were there, along with a few of their friends and families.Samantha simply adjusted the veil of her dress, as she stared emotionless at her mother standing beside Mr. Benjamin. She actually doesn't know a lot about him. One thing she's sure is that she doesn't like him at all despite him being a well known billionaire of their city. She just stood there, listening to their introduction, while she can't still put out in her mind, what would be the life she'll have if only her mother and father tried to fix their broken marriage?"Everyone...""Ladies, and gentlemen. I also want you to
"No, I will stay here on our apartment, Mom." Samantha turned her back om the kitchen counter and continued unpacking the groceries she bought. She's talking with her Mom though phone call since she's still with his stepfather celebrating their marriage out of the country. "Honey... Don't you want to get along with your step-brother." Her hands tremble as she puts another bag into the fridge. Just by thinking that Tristan and her will live under the same roof it feels like a weight being put onto her shoulders that will be crushing her in the future. "That would be a nightmare, Mom.""Sam... Don't talk like you know Tristan well already. He's a good man. He's hardworking, responsible. Even though he's really a workaholic man, you'll definitely enjoy being with him." Samantha rolled her eyes then whispered..."And he's definitely a play boy, more than a fuck boy.""What? I didn't hear you, Sam." She pursed her lips. "N-Nothing, Mom. Just please don't worry about me. I'll be fine her
Samantha secretly rolled her eyes while looking on the view outside Tristan's window car. She's sitting in the passenger seat after refusing to seat on the front seat beside Tristan. The space between them filled with long silence. Samantha glance at Tristan arms on the steering wheel, while tapping the fingers on the leather surface lightly. After some hours the car drove inside the tall gate that lead into a mansion.After parking the car outside the house, he turns off the engine and exit the vehicle first. Samantha immediately get out of the car, she didn't wait for him to open the door for her. "I can do that." Samantha get her baggages on Tristan's hands. He raises his eyebrows. "Follow me," Tristan simply stated and walked toward the mansion without saying anything more.They walk through the garden which leads to the grand entrance. There's a beautiful chandelier hanging from the ceiling illuminating everything around her. Samantha's eyes widen in awe as she took a few ste
"Thank you," the newly hired maid put all the dishes on the dining table. Her long, dark hair was tied into a neat braid down her back. She wore a plain white dress with a red ribbon around it, Samantha can't set aside her thoughts that Hudson family is really elegant in anyways. It's been a week since they arrived home after they celebrate their wedding abroad. Samantha just stared at the food in front of her, until..."Oh, here's Tristan," her mother said. Samantha's eyes darted at Tristan who's now handsomely walking downstairs while putting the expensive watch on his left wrist. Her eyes widened when he noticed that it's Patek Philippe Grandmaster Chime, the most expensive watch in the world. Tristan walked towards the table and sat in front of her. Before he could say anything though, her father spoke. "Is it a miracle? For the first time you join us for breakfast," Benjamin, Samantha's step-father said in surprised. "Hmm, I just want to eat, nothing special," Tristan replied
It's Samantha's first day of training as Tristan's secretary. Before going out of her room she looks at the large mirror in front of her as she fixed up the collar of her white blouse, smoothing it down until it's almost perfect before tying up her hair and pulling it back into a high ponytail. The blonde ends are neatly tucked behind her ears."You can do it, Sam. It's one of your dream to have a brother right? You have it now, don't ruin the chance..."After taking one last look in the mirror to check that all is well with herself she exits her bedroom. Her breath seems to catch in her throat when she sees Tristan standing next to her Mercedes-Benz S-Class. She's surprised to see him there after thinking that he already go ahead of her. "Why are you still here?" she said, trying to hide the way her heart was beating erratically against her chest. "Your Mom, told me to wait for you." Samantha nodded and looked away from him, when she noticed Tristan's eyes lingering over her body.
Gabriel, Tristan's best friend, decides to pay his friend a surprise visit, since it's been weeks since they've seen each other because he also busy managing their business. With his usual cool looks, he strolls through the office, exchanging friendly greetings with the employees who recognize him. His charisma is also legendary wherever he goes that's why he doesn't understand why Sandra, his fiancée's blood always boils when it comes to him. He's known Tristan for years and is a familiar face around the office. They're indeed a best buddy especially when it comes on hunting women for fun. With a casual grin on his face, he approaches Tristan's office, ready to catch up with his friend.Gabriel swings open the door to Tristan's office, expecting to see his friend immersed in work like usual. He really knows how workaholic he is. But instead he finds something that makes him stop dead on the ground with a surprised look on his face.Tristan cornering Samantha against the wall. The r
The office was quiet, the only sound being the soft hum of the air conditioning and the occasional rustle of papers. Tristan was seated behind his desk, his eyes focused on the screen of his laptop. Samantha who's seated across from him, her notebook open, ready to take down any instructions, can't avoid to glance nervously on his furrowed thick brows. Lately, she can still able to joke around but after sometime the surrounding's seems to be suffocating. "Firstly, you need to manage my schedule," Tristan began, his voice cold and business-like. He doesn't even look at her."Ensure that there are no clashes and that I have adequate time between meetings for breaks." Tristan continued in a monotone, as he continues reading the document. His tone is uncharacteristically stiff, Samantha notes. She wonders what could've been happening to make him act like that. The Tristan she knows for now, is someone who always make her irritated because of his signature mischievous expression. "Sec