Chapter 7
Samuel still holds my waist, and I’m not sure how to handle such an indifferent relationship. I pull away from his body and wrap myself in a bath towel Maria left on the bed for me.
"I’ll take a shower and come down soon," I say, heading toward the bathroom.
"I didn’t say you could go!" Samuel retorts, wanting to control everything.
"You may command everyone here..." I say, gesturing in a circle to refer to the house and the people. "But you don’t control me! I’m not yours, I’m not anyone’s, and I never will be!" I snap, walking into the bathroom, my patience already wearing thin.
Samuel’s expression shifts from neutral to resentful, and I quickly begin closing the bathroom door, ignoring him. Luara laughs, her husky voice almost inaudible, but I catch her words through the remaining gap.
"You should’ve picked someone less wild and maybe more submissive! By the way, try to keep your dick in your pants now! I won’t tolerate being betrayed; this was just a necessary evil," Luara says sarcastically, smirking as she sees Samuel’s fury. "You swore to respect me, so let it be that way!" she adds, but before she can finish, he steps closer and grabs her arm angrily.
"Enough, you’ve said too much!" Samuel growls.
Luara yanks her arm away and storms out of the room in anger.
I close the bathroom door, lock it, and Samuel tries to force it open with brutal determination.
"No one locks the door in this house!" he exclaims, banging on the wood.
"Then I’ll be the first!" I reply, purely to provoke him.
I hear his heavy footsteps walking away in frustration. The bathroom is luxurious, with cold marble floors and golden accents everywhere. The hot water touches my skin and relaxes my entire body. I close my eyes, letting it wash away the tension of this tumultuous day. I’ve just realized I’m breaking down Samuel Colt’s barriers with my audacity. Today, during our argument, he revealed his fragility—how much he needs to dominate people. When he loses control of a situation, his fear takes over.
I’ve never been much different. After my mother’s death, I took control of the house, the bills, and now my father’s life. Once I finish showering, I head to the bedroom to get dressed. I look at the several pieces of clothing that weren’t chosen by me and spot a white set with golden patterns.
"Beautiful and delicate. I’ll wear this," I think.
I fix my hair and apply some lip gloss to moisturize my lips. When I’m done, I head downstairs, and Luara is already waiting! Samuel follows closely behind me, imposing and stern as always. He’s wearing an impeccable black suit, and his striking cologne fills the room completely. How can his mere scent make my whole body weaken?
"I have matters to handle. I’ll be back early tomorrow," Samuel announces as Luara stares at him indifferently.
The relentless man pulls a cigarette from his pocket, lights it, and walks toward the exit. The smoke dissipates as he leans against the wall by the door, shamelessly eyeing my body. I wish I could read his mind at this moment. Based on his sharp gaze, it feels like he’s thinking something very incisive.
Luara grabs the car keys and gestures for me to follow her. I walk behind her as she steps through the main door with elegance. When I pass by Samuel, he firmly grabs my butt, flashing me a sly grin. If this man weren’t so incredibly authoritarian, I would’ve already surrendered to him completely.
I’ve always been attracted to rough men, but none compare to Colt. I’m far too intense, and my heightened carnal instincts have often ended my relationships prematurely. My intuition constantly draws me back to thoughts of Samuel. I get into Luara’s car, and we leave together.
The journey is entirely silent. We pass through the city, and I take in the towering buildings and bustling pedestrians. Luara is extravagant but utterly indifferent to people.
After half an hour, we approach a forest, and I start to feel confused about what we’re doing here. I see dozens of trees as she parks in the middle of the woods. The woman opens the car door and steps onto the soft grass.
"Follow me. I want to show you something," the blonde commands, slamming the car door shut.
I exit the vehicle and follow Luara, who walks toward a massive cliff. She stops near the edge and places her hands on her hips. The view from up here is terrifying; the cliff is enormous, and looking down makes me dizzy. A fall from this height would be certain death!
"This is where I’ll throw your body after I’ve had my child," Luara says, looking at me with mockery and irony.
"Does Samuel know about this?" I ask, distressed, and she laughs as if my question were absurd.
"He knows everything. And if you’re smart, you’ll never give your feelings to him. I saw how he admired you today—there was desire in his eyes." Her expression shifts, becoming cold and calculating as she continues. "You know, Sam has a knack for destroying people, and that’s exactly what he’ll do to you! It’s the same thing he did to me! He crushes your feelings, your dreams, and throws your soul off this very cliff. He’s gorgeous, I know, but they say the Devil is too—and he destroys everyone who crosses his path."
Luara turns and begins walking back to the car. She stops midway when she notices me following her. The blonde turns to face me, her expression disturbing and malicious. Luara is determined to intimidate me. Her entire demeanor exudes resentment and coldness.
"Don’t follow me! I’m not taking you back. You’ll have to figure it out!"