“Wake up! Wake up!”
Amber starts coming around. Samantha bends over in front her, telling her to wake up. She turns to Nicki. “Nicki, can you give us a moment?”
Nicki goes into the other room to text Paul to see how they are coming with the party.
“Now you know what happens to women who stalk other women’s fiancés.”
Samantha gives a devilish laugh. She walks over to the table near the window, opening her duffle bag full of various supplies. She removes a rolled-up cloth, putting it on the table close to Amber.
“You know, I didn't want to date Jacob,” she says, remembering their first encounter “but he was persistent!”
She opens the cloth on the table, displaying the surgical knives. Amber tries to scream but can’t because she is gagged. Samantha then places a drill on the table.
“Jacob and I catch a lot of heat for being a couple. First, his family tried to kill me. Did you know they owned slaves? Horrible racist people but what does that say about me to knowingly marry into that kind of family? I guess I'm just head-over-heels in love,” she says, grabbing the gun from the bag.
Amber is really trying to scream now. Samantha pulls the top of the gun back, getting ready to fire. She leans over, pointing the gun in Amber’s face.
“I advise you to be quiet if you want me to remove the gag. Blink once for yes, two for no. I don't want you to move and I accidentally blow your head off. So are you ready to be quiet?”
Amber blinks once. Samantha un-cocks the top of the gun, putting the safety on and placing the gun in her body holster. Samantha removes the gag.
“Just curious, when the two of you had sex, did he use a condom each time?”
Amber answers with a dry, “Yes.”
Samantha stands looking out the front window.
“So you think it’s ok to continuously send my man naked pictures after you heard we were engaged? Pretty ballsy!”
"I'm sorry!" says Amber.
“Don't lie to me, you’re not sorry! But I can understand he's good in bed. To be a white boy!” Samantha laughs. “I mean, me marrying a white guy, never saw that one coming. Let me show you our engagement photos. This is when he proposed on the gondola. This is my favorite picture of us in ‘60s era clothing, he in his gorgeous suit and me in my tantalizing dress.”
Samantha steps back, sitting in the chair in front of Amber. "We couldn't wait to fuck each other, and we fucked each other good." Samantha said with a grin.
“Jacob went to the bathroom and his phone buzzed. It was you. I snapped, looking through the various nude pictures you'd been sending him. You know, if I hadn't left, he never would have fucked you and the others.”
"Others?!” says Amber.
“Yes, Jacob does this every time we break up. He tries to stop thinking about me, but he can't. You see, Jacob fell in love with me before we had sex. The sex was the icing on the cake. I told him he might get whipped, but he didn't listen. The first time we broke up I deserved him never coming back, but he couldn't stop fucking me!”
Samantha continues. “I can be pretty intoxicating, but hell, so can he! Oh, sorry, back to the problem – you! My plan is to ruin you because I believe you will tell people and the police what I've done to you today. Let me show you my alibi.” She grabs Amber by the back of her neck and forces her to look at the video.
“It's my own personal lookalike. Uncanny, isn't it?!” She laughs. “Nicki!” calls Samantha. “Hey, show her the pictures of the last girl who was evil.”
“Oh my God!” Amber screams. "Jacob's marrying a psycho!"
“Oh, calm down, we didn't kill her. She's an attorney now with a husband and two kids.”
Samantha bends down in front of Amber, looking her in the eye.
“We saved her,” she says in a soft voice.
Nicki sits down on top of the table and hands Samantha Amber's phone.
“Now let's see if you’re still sending my man pictures.”
“No, don't!” yells Amber.
Samantha stops and paces the floor. “Jacob told you he didn't want you but you keep pushing! Then you said you are willing to do a threesome with us. Nicki, can you believe that?”
“No. You’re such a limitless little bitch,” says Nicki.
Samantha nods in agreement.
“Please don't kill me!” Amber sobs.
Samantha screams in Amber’s face. “When Jacob and I choose to have a threesome, we've agreed it won't be with you!”
Samantha opens Amber’s last text to Jacob. It’s a video of her pleasuring herself and creaming for him. Samantha is standing facing the window when she sees this. Her blood is boiling! She snaps, grabbing the drill.
Amber cries, “Please, No! No!”
Nicki yells, “Samantha, wait!”
But she can’t stop her from drilling into Amber’s inner thigh.
Nicki pulls Samantha back.
"You rotten bitch!" Samantha screams as her phone rings. She runs out of the cabin crying.
"Yes," she says looking down at the iPhone. Jacob has her on FaceTime.
"What the fuck, Samantha? I know what you’re doing. It’s not worth it, she's not worth it!”
“Why would she disrespect us like that, sending you pictures of herself doing that to herself?” Samantha says, sobbing.
"What did I tell you would happen? They'd wait in the wings for us to break up or just have blatant disrespect for our relationship," says Jacob. “Baby, fuck these women. I only want you – and I guess your lookalike.”
He laughs. Samantha laughs too.
"Now hurry up with your torture tactics and come home. I can't wait to see my surprise!" says Jacob.
"OK, bye, baby," she says.
Jacob called Samantha because he noticed her lookalike was sitting in the audience. After hanging up, she wipes her face, goes to her strong place in her mind, and enters the cabin with a smile on her face.
She nods to Nicki while she grabs her rifle with laser scope, then opens the window. Nicki pulls Amber’s chair behind Samantha. Samantha looks through her rifle scope as she knocks off each can outside with such precision. When she is done, Nicki pulls Amber’s chair straight back. Samantha turns the rifle, facing it at Amber.
She looks through the scope as the laser points at her forehead. Amber then peed herself, crying out, “Please no! I won't ever contact him again! Please!”
Samantha draws back her weapon and put on the safety. She stands up, slapping Amber hard across the face. She grabs Amber’s chin, looking her in the eyes. “Don't ever contact him again or look in his direction. Or I'll have to kill you!”
Nicki takes a picture of Amber, then cut her loose. Samantha grabs the bag of clothes off the table and throws it at Amber’s feet.
While Amber goes to the bathroom to clean up, Samantha gathers up everything. Nicki and Samantha walk out from the cabin in their matching black outfits. Tony extends his arms to Samantha, hugging and kissing her on the forehead.
"I got it from here," says Tony.
It’s three in the afternoon and the girls need to check on the progress for their party. It would be a good distraction.
“She's back at home,” the text from Tony read.
Jacob text Nicki: “Where are you? I want to surprise Samantha.”
“Move that picture over there,” says Samantha. “Paul, where’s the liquor list?”
Jacob walks up behind Samantha, wraps his arms around her waist, kissing her cheek. Samantha melts in his arms; he feels her quiver. He grabs her hand, taking her back near the walk-in fridge. He grabs her face, kissing her lips as he pushes her back against the wall.
"Oh Jacob," she murmurs as the tears fall from her eyes.
"Baby, I love you so much," he says as he kisses her neck and rubs her tender breast.
“Jacob, I want to so bad, but I want you worked up for tonight. It's going to be invigorating.”
"This is why I don’t want to be without you," says Jaco
b. “Oh yeah, I almost forgot. I deleted everything on my phone from Amber.”
She smiles. He hugs her again.
"I'll see you later!" he says.
Samantha walks out of kitchen over to Nicki. “I have to go for my last rehearsal, then for my debut. I'm so nervous,” she confides.
“Don't be. He's going to love it!” she says, hugging Samantha. "Hell you're having his baby!" They laugh.
Jacob arrives home to find his clothes laying on the bed with a note and picture of Samantha sitting, legs folded, on the couch wearing his favorite red flannel shirt with her finger in her mouth in a sexy manner.
The note reads: “You and I have been through so much that I want to give you a special engagement present you will never forget. Please wear what I laid out for you and my stylist will be there to do your hair to my liking. Love, Samantha.”
Jacob is excited. He takes a quick shower, and when he gets out, Sandra soon calls to him.
“Mr. Latters, the stylist is here,” says Sandra.
“I'll be down in a moment,” he calls back.
Meanwhile, Samantha is in hair and makeup. Jacob has just finished getting his hair cut when his driver arrives to pick him up. This is one time Samantha wishes she had her liquid courage.
Jacob arrives at the large gentlemen’s club. The hostess takes him to his seat. Samantha is dressed in a long jet black wig, with flawless makeup and ruby red lipstick. She is dressed in an all-black custom-made police shirt, patent leather shorts with fishnets, sunglasses, and boots up to her knees. Samantha and her four dancers walk out on the stage. Jacob is already drinking a glass of whiskey. They start the routine with chairs, then push the chairs back, turning their backs to him and placing their hands on their knees and popping their asses. They pick up the canes, twirling them in the air. Samantha jumps off the stage, placing one hand on Jacob’s shoulder and the other hand on her hip. Jacob can’t figure out if it’s Samantha or not. She turns around, places a hand on each of his thighs, and pops her ass close to his crotch.
“Would you like to go to a private room?”
"Yes," he replies.
She pushes him down on the couch and removes her hat, placing it on the table. She places her foot on the couch as she leans in, whispering in his ear.
“You are gorgeous and good enough to eat. Your soon-to-be wifey says you can do whatever you want to me.”
“No, she didn't say that! Trust me, she wouldn't allow me to do that.”
She gets on her knees between his legs, touching his crotch. He grabs her hand, telling her no. She jumps on the couch, standing with her area close to his face. Without touching him, she jumps down, turning her back to him and starts to strip. She removes her shirt, just leaving on her corset, then removes her sunglasses. She walks up to him, running her finger along his bottom lip, now sitting on his lap. She dances, brushing her breasts in his face.
“Do you want to fuck me here?”
He starts to say her name, and she places her finger on his lips, then kisses him.
“Jacob, fuck me!” she says, kissing him hard on the lips and placing his hands on her breasts. “Jacob, you have a spell on me and I'm always wet for you,” she says, putting his finger in her mouth.
She passes him his drink, then she stands up to undo her underwear and remove her corset and shorts. She places his drink back on the table. She reaches down and unzips his pants to pull out his erection.
She turns her back to him, rubbing herself on him till she is dripping wet for him. She places his erection inside her. She balances her hands on the couch as she moves up and down. He removes her wig and the clips releasing her long hair. He grabs her by the back of her hair as he takes control and fucks her hard.
“You like that!” he says, breathing into her hair. “Stand up!” he commands. “Look at me now. Come here!”
Her eyes get big; she isn't use to him being so aggressive. She sits facing him.
“Are you my bitch?”
“Yes,” she says.
He vigorously rubs her breasts. Samantha is so turned on. He picks her up, standing her back up. He then buttons his pants. He stands in front of her, kissing her, as he walks forward until her back is against the wall.
“Turn around and put your hands on the wall and spread your legs.” He places his hands on hers, whispering, “Call me Mr. Latters.”
Jacob kisses her neck. “Don't tense up or I will make you lose total control. I don't care who hears you scream. Mrs. Latters, don't move!”
“Yes, Mr. Latters!” she replies.
He left one hand on hers, then takes his other hand, running it down her stomach between her legs, slowly rubbing her clit until she cums over and over. She feels shock waves through her body from her head to her toes.
“Jacob, I can't stand!”
He turns her around, looking into her big brown eyes. He will not take his eyes off her; he wants to take in all of her facial expressions. He picks her up, unzipping his pants, pulling out his dick as she wraps her arms and legs around him.
He places one hand against the wall and has the other one wrapped around her ass. He thrust hard, moving her up and down, up and down until she cums again.
“You will never leave me again, will you?” he asks.
She doesn't respond; he then thrust hard. She screams, “Ouch! No, I won't ever leave you again!”
He cums inside her then put her down on the floor. They fix their clothes. He pulls her hand, leading her back over to the leather couch to sit down. Then he turns to her, placing his hands on her face passionately kissing her. She knows in that moment that he can't take her leaving him again; it makes her heart hurt with sadness. From now on, she will stand up for her man like she did earlier that day.
"Let's go," Jacob says.
Samantha runs to the back to grab her stuff. Jacob put his jacket on Samantha's shoulders as they walk out to the truck. The paparazzi snaps their photos. Jacob put one hand up, motioning for them to stop. Jacob gets in the passenger side of the Bentley truck. Samantha drives off. Samantha reaches over, touching his face. There is a sort of unhappiness in his eyes.
When they arrive home, Jacob goes to the kitchen to get something to eat and drink. He sits down on the couch to watch TV. Samantha takes a shower, then goes downstairs naked.
She stands in front of Jacob, putting one foot on the couch with her arms folded, asking him to come upstairs. He kisses her inner thigh, placing his hands on her butt, holding her in front of him. She loosens up and runs her hands through his hair.
“Jacob, what's wrong?”
"You," he replies.
“You didn't like my performance?”
“I loved it. You have a way of getting me so happy, then disappearing,” he says in his handsome, deep voice. “It just scares me! I see that we have a hold over each other. Agreed?" asks Jacob. He kisses her inner thigh again as he moves to licking between her legs, then stops to look up at her. Again he asks, “Do you agree?”
"Yes,” she affirms.
He lay her on the couch, telling her not to move, while he takes off all his clothes. He goes back down between her legs, kissing and licking every part of her, then sucking her clit until she cums. He lay down behind her, kissing her neck and rubbing her stomach. He places his knee in between her legs as he enters her, slowly making love to her. He massages her breasts. Her mouth is partly open. He feels so good inside of her.
She pushes back down on him as they move in opposite directions, coming back together. Their lovemaking is so private and intense.
“Jacob, I need to see your face,” she says.
He then lay her flat on her back entering her again. She strokes his cheek.
“I'm not ever leaving again,” she murmurs.
But Jacob is distant, as if he doesn’t believe her. She pushes him up so she can sit in his lap.
“Jacob, I need you to believe me,” she says, kissing him, not closing her eyes.
Samantha rides him s
low moving up and down then in a circular motion until he can’t keep his eyes open any more because he’s in heaven.
"Fuck, you feel so good!" he says.
"Come for me,” she whispers. "Baby, I love you."
He grabs her by the back of her hair as she moans, pulling her away from him, bracing her so he can look at her, using his other hand to pull her toward him. Jacob’s breathing is rushed as he thrust faster and faster.
Samantha screams, “Oh my God!” as they climax together.
She falls against him, exhausted. They lay in each other's arms, falling asleep.
Chapter 19
Samantha wakes to the morning light, leaving Jacob asleep on the couch. She almost forgets she needs to get her dress taken out a bit. She throws some clothes on. Jacob enters their room stark naked and walks into the bathroom to take a shower. He doesn't say anything to Samantha. She follows him into the bathroom.
"Jacob, what the fuck is wrong with you?" she asks.
"Nothing!" he replies.
"I'm making an appointment for us to see the psychiatrist for next week Wednesday. We both know what this about. I'm here! I'm not going anywhere, but deep down I think you're trying to push me away because you're afraid. Now you want to leave first! What do you want to do? Do you want me to leave? I can stay at the Hilton. Do you want to go to the awards alone? Oh, that's right, you need me because now I'm your fiancé. Well, I'll be back in enough time to get dressed."
Samantha leaves the room.
"Samantha! Samantha!" Jacob calls.
He hears the door to the garage close.
Samantha takes the Ferrari. She has the need for speed, she is so upset!
Jacob goes down to the garage to see what car she’d taken. When he sees the Ferrari is gone, he becomes concerned for her and the baby. He keeps trying to call her but she doesn't answer—she doesn't hear her phone because the music is blasting. Jacob gets dressed and traces Samantha’s phone. He drives the Bentley coupe to the dress shop.
“How may I help you?” the saleslady asks.
"Hello, I'm here for Samantha Posey’s dress fitting," Jacob says.
“She's in dressing room four,” the clerk says.
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