PHOENIX   I’m losing my control, not because of not getting laid, it’s because of the woman beside me who’s driving me crazy. When she cries over my gifts, it warms my heart. It’s been a long time since I spend gifts on a woman, but that woman betrayed me. Now, I want to pamper Samantha—she’s worth every penny I spend for her. And I know those gifts remind her of her dad. The moment she lies down beside me on the couch, I know the baby steps are long gone. When she moans, my traitor of a cock hardens like a rock. I know I have to kiss her one way or another because this beast inside is going to savage her anytime soon—my urge, my lust, and these feelings are overflowing in my body. When our lips touch, I know she owns me—the feeling is overwhelming, filled with giddiness. Her taste and the softness of her lips are intoxicating. And I’ve never felt like this before with anyone, and it’s freaking me out—in a good way.

SAM   I’ve been checking the wall clock like every five minutes when I have only an hour left of my shift. I’m excited to see Phoenix. I won’t deny that. After I agree to date him and make out on his couch, I fell asleep last night smiling. I hope I made the right decision. I want this relationship to work out because we have strong chemistry that is hard to ignore. “Stop glancing at the clock every minute. It won’t magically turn into Phoenix’s cock.” I roll my eyes even Amy can’t see it. “Seriously, Amy, stop talking like that when we are with customers.” She hugs me from behind. “You don’t want me to talk about a cock or you don’t want me to talk about Phoenix’s cock?” “Stop talking about that word. Period.” She squeezes me. “Finally, someone makes my best friend smile. I’m happy for you, Sam. At least setting you up is worth the effort.” I unwrap her arms around me and face her.

PHOENIX   I glance down at her as she bites her bottom lip. Her hair looks messy, yet she looks so stunning, especially now that she’s turned on—her rosy cheeks make her look more radiant—her blue eyes darken, and her lids are heavy with desires. “One last chance, beautiful.” I’m afraid that she might change her mind. When she sits up on my bed—it alarms me—instead, she unzips her dress and let the straps fall down so her arms slowly, revealing more of her delicious skin, leaving her lacy red bra that barely covered her luscious tits—the tits that gave me constant hard-on since that night at the parking lot. “You’re a tease, Samantha.” My voice becomes huskier. My cock is already jerking in my pants since I carried her from our interrupted dinner. “Am I now, Phoenix?” She laughs, eyes go hazy, then bites her lip again. She strips off her dress slowly and kicks off of the bed, leaving a pair of lacy red underwear a

SAM   A smirk spreads across Phoenix’s face when he notices me gawking at him. He’s wearing a black tuxedo and looks yummy enough to be my dessert for tonight after the Art exhibit Fundraising event hosted by Hughes Industries. “Wanna have a quickie first before we go to the exhibit?” Phoenix asks, smirking, and I’m literally drooling over him. “I spent half an hour just to like this,” I say, motioning to my floor-length off-shoulder black dress. “I’m not gonna ruin just for a quickie, and we’ll gonna be late anyway.” “You’re right because quickie is not enough. I need to take my time making you feel good. Let’s go because if we stay here longer, I might shred off that gown from you and press you against this wall.” He presses his bulge against my rear, then kisses my exposed shoulder. The venue of the event is not far from the King’s hotel we checked in. Phoenix grips my hand when our driver opens the door for me

PHOENIX   My mind goes back to the lunch I spent with my family. I can’t help but think about how Samantha’s dad died. What if? My stomach twists, and the longer I think about it, the more I feel I want to throw up. “Penny for the thoughts?” I look at her who’s lying in my arms after our wall-banging. I break into a grin. “Just thinking about the wall that almost collapsed. It actually shook.” She giggles. “And that’s what you’re thinking all this time?” I push the thought back into my head. “What else would I think about, princess?” I really don’t want to lie to her about what is bothering me because I hate being lied to, as well, but that night accident keeps flashing back to me. I still remember the face of that man when the EMT tried to take him out of the wrecked car. “I don’t wanna go back home yet, but I have classes and I have to attend them to graduate,” she says while tracing her fingers on my ch