I drove fast, moving past cars and through lanes, only one goal in my head; to get Samantha and keep her away from my family, especially my little boy. When did I think about it? I had a feeling that Samantha’s plan was more than just Diego, she wanted to feel like a mother with Antonio as the father. She wanted what I had, Antonio. What annoyed me more was that Antonio had an idea, he knows more than anyone what Samantha is capable of, but he’s letting it happen. Given he didn’t approve her request, he didn’t deny it either, he’s being negative with a hint of hope at the end of the tunnel for her, something she can look forward to if she behaves a certain way.
I thought about Dan and the conversation we had at Aaliyah’s wedding, he told me Samantha had been talking nonstop about Diego and how she wants to make it right, I didn’t know she’d go through with it this fa
So it turns out that Noah was back in town, and he was the owner of the Café. I had no idea (not that there was any way I could’ve known) but I had no idea he was back, and I could understand why he didn’t reach out to me even though we ended on good terms.Noah looked good, very good like had gone through a glow-up. I couldn’t quite tell what about him had changed, but it was obvious something changed; he looked more attractive than I remember. His body; his chest looked bigger than I remember, and his arms in that tight navy blue shirt, looked like they went through a lot of work in the gym. I had to remind myself to keep my eyes on his face the entire time at the café.Noah and I fell into a light conversation with Aaliyah, who kept her eyes on Noah in a way that said she didn’t recall where she might have seen him, bu
I tried calling Antonio severally after his mother left the house, but he wasn’t picking up. I know he was hurting and he wasn’t in his right state of mind due to the appearance of the woman that either physically and verbally abused him or just didn’t care enough. This was my problem with Antonio, I hardly knew anything about him, he never bothered to tell me anything. Anytime something happens to bring up his past, he does this; he goes into his shell and doesn’t want to talk about any of it, so where does that leave me? Thinking and making up stuff in my head, trying to put the bits and pieces together and come up with something tangible, and it rarely ever works out. I didn’t want to ask Antonio upfront because I felt it would be insensitive of me, and it would be better for him to open up to me when he’s ready to do so, but it began to feel like he didn’t want to let me in on anything that concerns him. I know it was wrong of me to think that way,
I got in early to work, and the first thing I heard when Dan entered into the office was: “I really don’t get what is going on with Samantha,” I rolled my eyes at his words because honestly I was tired. I couldn’t go one day without Samantha being the center of every topic. It was either Samantha this or Samantha that. Like why can’t I just go one day without having to hear her name?“Are you even listening to me?” Dan asked, waving his fingers in my face. I closed my eyes to force the rude and very bad words I was about to spew at him back down my throat. I shook my head instead.“Tell me when we’re done with work because I’m not sure you know, but we have quite a lot to do,” I pressed my lips together. Dan probably turned his face away in anger or annoyance, I don’t know, as I kept my attention on the screen before me. I
"Sewa, I'm sure you can say something, or do something," Noah grabbed my hands while I was trying to fit my phone and phone charger into my purse.It has been a week since my talk with Antonio about Samantha and Diego, and the day Antonio picked as the first day of the reconciliation of which Dan wasn't a fan to. Throughout the day, Dan had been begging and demanding that I do something to stop Samantha or Antonio; I really wanted to, but I didn’t have much say in the matter, not when Antonio was feeling he had the best idea. Poor Diego; I could see the fear in his eyes. When Antonio told him about his plan to bring his birth mother into his eyes, he almost shit himself. Diego hates the woman, and her presence isn’t going to fix the hate or mend his his broken heart.“Dan, do I look like I’m a fan of this?”
We arrived at Noah’s cafe, and we were received by Noah himself who seemed excited to see me; his excitement didn’t go unnoticed by Samantha. Noah has even gone out of his way to remind me that I’d always receive VIP service whenever I come to his cafe.Diego easily found a table for us, which he ran to like the milkshake was already there waiting for him. Noah and I smiled at Diego lovingly, making me forget for a second that Samantha was right there with us.“Would you like anything?” I asked Samantha. She pressed her lips together, looking around the cafe before finding my eyes and shaking her head. I nodded and turned to Noah.“Who is she?” Noah asked, curiosity etched on every part of his face.“Diego’s mother,” Samantha pointed at Diego at the table which was a safe distance from where we stood.
I noticed something different about Antonio ever since Samantha started coming over. He still kept a distance between them; he didn't talk to her or anything, but there was a change. Antonio was starting to tolerate her. He'd occasionally smile when she's holding Diego, or when she attempts to do something for the little boy. Of course, I was happy that his plans for Diego and his mother were working out, but still, something about the whole thing didn't sit well with me. Samantha smiled too much, she did too much, and I'd know because I was paying too much attention to her. I hated it, but I couldn't help it. It scared me, my thoughts, telling me that Samantha would take everything from me if I so much as blink.I sighed, pushing myself backward on my sit, taking a breath as the sit rolled back. The day was almost done and I could barely get any work done with the past few weeks popping up in my head; with Samant
Dinner with Antonio and Diego was nice. It was what we needed to get our family back on track, it was what we needed to bond and shake off the bad Samantha energy. Diego was fast asleep by the time we got home, and Larry helped carry him to his room since Antonio looked like he had other plans, looking at me like dessert. I smile at him. It had been too long anyway.Antonio pressed me against the door frame, leaning in slowly as he pressed his lips on mine. I smiled against his lips, it tasted like the wine we had for dinner and Antonio. I pull Antonio by his collar, closer to me as his lips devour mine."Let's take this inside," Antonio bit on my lower lips as he smirks. I remember speaking, but I don't remember the words I spoke, as all my mind was clouded and filled with Antonio and what he was about to do to me."Goodnight boss," Larry made his presence known beside us, but we were too clouded to care or even acknowledge the man b
I looked up at the sky from the mat I had laid out for Diego and I; Diego was sleeping, cuddled up on my body. The weather had been great this afternoon, I guess that should've told me that the rain was going to fall later.The clouds were dark and heavy; the weather was changing fast, and soon, it became windy; the indication that it was going to rain hard. I hurriedly carried Diego into the house, while the maid packed up the mats and books I had taken out with me.I looked around the kitchen and living room, even Diego's room, but Samantha wasn't any where. She had come today for her weekly visit, and while Diego and I were in the small garden at the back of the house, Samantha was sitting by the back door, at least that's the last place I saw her sitting before she disappeared.My eyes widened at the realization that she might be in the room Antonio and I share; I ran there immediat