SAMANTHA'S POV

As I lay on the bed, my body curled up, I couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions swirling inside me. Lucas had managed to get under my skin, and it was taking every ounce of self-control to hold back my frustration. I closed my eyes, attempting to find solace in the darkness, but my mind was still racing.

His words echoed in my head, his anger evident in every syllable. "Never put up such an act again. Don't think of sleeping on the floor ever again." His stern voice lingered, a constant reminder of the power dynamics at play in this arrangement.

I knew Lucas was stubborn, but his determination to have things his way rubbed me the wrong way. I couldn't help but question his motives. What was he so scared of? Did he think that by letting me sleep on the floor, I would somehow disappear or cease to be a part of his life?

But as I replayed our argument in my mind, I realized that my own stubbornness had fueled the fire. The more he pushed, the more I resisted. It was a battle of wills,