Chapter 4: Sam...

"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 here. Just enjoy your honeymoon." Samantha hung up before her mom could say anything else. The moment the line disconnected, Samantha let out the breath she didn't realize she was holding.

She tried to forget all the shits that's happening in her life. She hang out with Evelyn, they go to some places to get some rest to all her problems.

It's another boring day for Samantha. She's adjusting the towel on her body, when she heard a knocked at the door. Her brows furrowed, wondering who's visiting her.

"Wait!" she called out loud before rushing to open the door.

"Sorry, I'm not dressed yet!" Samantha said hurriedly. Her hair was still wet from the shower, dripping onto the floor. She froze after seeing the man standing in front of her now.

"T-Tristan? What are you d-doing here?"

His blue eyes were looking down at her. He's wearing a light grey sweater vest and gray slacks. She swallowed hard, she even doesn't know what to say next.

"Are you not going to invite me in?" Her left brow lift up. She immediately shook her head, thinking the past about him, she realized that it might be better not to welcome him inside her apartment.

"No, stay there! I-I'm just going to dress up." As Samantha closed the door, her eyes landed on her cleavage, and she run upstairs with a red face.

"Hello?"

"Evelyn, he's here!"

"What are you talking about, Sam?" Her hands begin to tremble.

"Who's there?"

"Tristan. He's here! He's in my apartment!"

"Really? Why?"

"Maybe he's there to confront me or to tell how easy to get I am after giving up my virginity to him?"

"Oh my gosh! Maybe he's also here to seduce me. What should I do? Should I grab a long blanket and pass through the window?" Evelyn laughs at her best friend's reaction.

"Why are you laughing, Evelyn?I am dying in panic here."

"Why you're thinking that he's going to seduce you, Sam? And even if he do that, there's nothing to worry because that'll not going to affect you, unless.."

"He's your type and you're afraid that you can't resist him." Samantha rolls her eyes.

"Yuck! He's my step-brother, Evelyn."

"That's the point, Sam...."

"So, you better act normal before he notice that you are acting weird. He might remember what happened between you and him on the past if you keep on reacting like that." Samantha nods slowly, her cheeks are still flushed.

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Silence are the only things filling the room. It's been a minute when Samantha decided to let Tristan come inside her apartment, after he accused her of being unrespectful.

She immediately stand up from sitting when she saw Tristan move a bit from the couch.

"Are you going now? Alright, I'll accompany you until the door." Tristan smirked because of what she said.

"We are not even started talking."

Samantha crossed her arms, her mouth was pressed in a thin line. His smirk widened, thinking that she's acting so adorable right now.

"T-Then tell me now why you are here." She tries her best to act normal like what her best friend advice her to do. Tristan takes his place again on the couch. Samantha remains standing awkwardly in the middle of the living room while staring at him, waiting patiently for an explanation.

"Your Mom, told me to pick you up here. I need to go home with you. I don't want to disappoint her." Samantha bites her lower lip.

"We are already talk about that matter. So, you can go now, because I am not going with you." She fake her smile, as Tristan is trying to hold back a laugh.

"You may leave now," she added.

"Hey..." Tristan stands up abruptly, his hand reaches out to touch her shoulder. Samantha flinches a bit before taking a few steps backwards. Tristan noticed it.

"Hmm. You seemed tense. Is there's something wrong?" She shakes her head, and try to laugh, while looking down to avoid eye contact.

"I-I'm just worried. It's getting late, and I still need to compile all the requirements I'll submit for my work application."

"I'll just talk to Mom about it, so you don't need to feel pressured."

"A-And I know that you are a busy man, right?" Tristan can't helo but to chuckle a little.

"Actually, I'm not." Samantha's brows knitted. She doesn't know if Tristan really want to annoy her.

"Look..."

"If you're not busy then sorry to tell you but I have some important things to do than talking to you, okay?"

"I am going to repeat it. I am not going to leave here." Samantha sighed, she's ready to turn around and go upstairs again when her feet were glued to the ground after hearing the words she keeps on trying to avoid.

"If you are not going with me, then I'll tell to your Mom about our wild one night stand, Sam..." Tristan's deep voice saying her nickname made goosebumps form on her skin, as her hands turned into fist and he gave him a glared.

"Fine! I'll go with you!"