“I have to go back on set. Will you lock the door when you leave?”
“Sure.”
She doesn’t want to go out until everyone goes back to set.
“So how does it feel?” asks Josh.
“What?" asks Jacob.
“Being happy, being in love, and getting married?” asks Josh.
“It feels good! I never thought I’d find love until I met her.”
"The right woman can do that to a man!" says Josh.
Later that night Jacob goes out for drinks with Josh.
“I get it, Josh, jokes on me!”
He takes a shot of tequila.
“It's cool. I didn't think I could be with anybody, let alone someone who will put up with my shit. When you told me I was miserable, you were right—I was. I tried to treat her like shit, but after so long she gave me an ultimatum and she stopped dealing with me. Problem is, I was getting tired of fucking random bitches. I knew she was the only one for me. She enjoys a good time and life!”
Jacob continues. “What happened most recently was about something deeper. She didn't—or doesn't—feel like I can protect her against her ex.”
“What is he, some burly black dude?”
“He's the welterweight champion of the world.”
“Dude, what the fuck!? You can't fuck with him; his hands are lethal weapons!”
“That's not the problem. He's obsessed with Samantha. He hates that she's with another man, especially a white guy.”
“What are you going to do?”
“I'm going to marry her!”
He drank down the whiskey.
“Alright, man!”
“When you love someone, it just doesn't turn off and on,” says Jacob.
“Ok guys, tomorrow we’re picking wedding venues! Make sure to wear the camera glasses, everybody—I need all angles. Goodnight!”
Samantha put back on her stilettos before going upstairs.
"Is this better?” Samantha stands in their bedroom doorway, her hands on her hips.
Jacob had just gotten out the shower and is wearing a towel around his waist as he dries his hair with another towel.
"Yeah, I like it,” he says.
She walks over to him, looking into his eyes.
“What?”
He moved over to the dresser, grabbing a pair of boxers.
“Oh really!”
She walks up behind him and snatches the towel off, grabbing his dick. She started stroking it up and down as she kisses his neck, running her other hand along his stomach. "Do you want me to stop?" she asks. "Maybe I should stop."
"No," he whispers.
She pulls back and forth continuously until he cums. She grabs a towel, wipes him off, and kisses him on the cheek.
She pulls her dress over her head, standing in her bra, panties, and stilettos. They both stand there, with no words. She undresses, now standing naked in front of him. She put her hair up in a bun before going to get in the shower.
“Goodnight,” she whispers.
Jacob gets in the bed. Samantha can't believe they hadn’t done anything. After she gets out of the shower, she sits at the foot of the bed moisturizing her body while he watches sports highlights. She stands up to get a bed shirt and shorts out from the dresser. Jacob walks up, kissing her neck from behind. He grabs her hand, pulling her toward the bed as he sits down. He looks up at her as he places his hands on her back, slowly moving them down on her butt. He starts rubbing her ass, making her go wild.
She grabs his head with both hands, kissing him hard on the lips from side to side, his hands rubbing her thighs under her buttocks. He picks her up by the waist, placing her on his lap. He turns, laying her on the pillows at the top of the bed.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes!”
“No, not yet!” he says.
He kisses her neck, gently kissing each breast as he hovers over her body. He kisses her stomach then licks in a circular motion. He turns her on her side and runs his hand gently from her knee up her side as he clenches her ear with his teeth then sucks her earlobe.
“Don’t touch me,” he commands.
Her hands were clasped together in front of her. He pulls her hands up above her head, still clasped together as he runs his nose down her arm.
She giggles from the tickle from his nose.
“Drop your arms down,” he commands.
He places her on her stomach, kissing each shoulder blade, licking the small of her back.
“Do you like that?
“Yes,” she moans.
He kisses each butt cheek then turns her back over.
“Are you ready?”
“Yes,” she murmurs.
“Let me see,” he says in his deep sexy voice.
He massages between her thighs, and her body starts to quiver from the sensation. She raises her arms back above her head, pushing her nose into her left arm as she reaches orgasm. He leans down to kiss her lips, giving her body a moment to breathe.
“Do you love me?”
"Yes, with all my heart," she whispers.
“Do you want it?”
“Yes!”
He places his mouth over her bottom lip, bringing her lips into his as he enters her. She kisses him continuously, then her head drops on the bed as her lips part.
“Oh!” she moans.
“You like that?”
“Yes!”
He pushes back and forth, watching the pleasure in her face, then kissing her neck. He turns her over on her stomach, pulling her butt up so he can enter her from behind. He grabs her hips, pushing back and forth, back and forth. She begins to move her ass back, slapping against him.
“Give it to Daddy!” she yells.
Jacob slammed into her the final time, cumming inside her. He smacks her hard on her ass. He rolls her over again, kissing her lips softly.
“Why did you torture me?”
“Because you told me you can't have sex as much and then you still want to do it!”
“Shit!”
“What am I supposed to do with that?”
“I don’t know! When you come in late you go to sleep then in the morning you want it before you go to work. Then I have to tell my team that I have to run an errand, but really I'm taking a two-hour nap.”
They lay on their own sides of the bed talking, looking up at the ceiling.
He turns to her. “Was that so hard to say?”
"What?" she asks.
“That you can’t please me and run your company. This is why I didn’t want you work!”
"Oh, I’m only to serve you!" she says in an angry tone.
“No, not exactly!”
“Jacob don’t you think more of me than just being a trophy wife?” She sits up in the bed.
“Wait, is that how you see me—as a pretty face and great piece of ass?! Answer me! There is more to me! How about I’m smart! Are you fucking kidding me!?”
She stands, shouting at him from the side of the bed while he stares at her.
“I don’t have to have any of this shit! You think I’m fucking shallow! Oh, I get it, you’re being like Julius—territorial! You may not really want me but you want to keep fucking me. You might as well ask me to be your sex slave. Well, fuck you!" she says.
She gets dressed quickly and turns to leave the room. “Kiss my pretty brown ass!” she says.
Jacob throws on some pants, running after her. He grabs her arm as tears fall from her eyes and she starts kicking and screaming. He picks her up, putting her on the elevator and hits the down button. The flaming fire in her eyes are real. She breathes heavily, looking into his eyes as the elevator doors close. She calms down for just a moment with her arms now folded. He sits at the bottom of the stairs waiting for her to get off the elevator.
“I can’t believe this shit! I fell in love with a male chauvinist. I don’t know how I thought I would escape it—look who you were raised by.”
“Samantha, stop it!”
“You come from a racist family; they owned slaves. What am I, your nigger love slave?”
"How long have you been holding this in, telling me you love me when really it doesn’t sound like you do!" he says.
“I do love you! I’m just really hurt.”
“Samantha, for you to say such hurtful shit, I don't know if you do. If you need to leave, then leave. I won’t stop you and I won’t come after you. I give you the world and I'm wrong, because I don’t want my wife to work.”
“We talked on the phone for weeks, Jacob, and you never mentioned to me that you didn’t want a wife who works. What the fuck is this, the 1960s?”
“Yes, I want you at home to serve me! That is what you do as a wife! I don’t understand what the big deal is.”
Samantha grabs her purse as she cries into her hands. Jacob gives her the keys to the Land Rover. He turns and goes back upstairs. Samantha leaves. She drives to a local diner and sits in a corner booth. She is so sad and feels she really crossed the line this time.
Samantha calls Nicki.
“Nicki!” she cries.
“What’s wrong, Samantha?
“I messed up so bad this time. I lost Jacob forever.”
“What happened?” asks Nicki.
After explaining what happened, Nicki tells her that they both need a break from each other.
"Just for a few days to clear your heads," says Nicki.
“Do you need me to come there?”
“No. Tomorrow we will work on invitations for Rapper JT’s party. No wedding venue tomorrow.
“Where will you stay tonight?”
“At home. If I don’t start facing things head-on, I never will. I will just stay in the other wing of the house.”
“Ok, call me if you need me.”
“Ok, bye.”
Jacob is so pissed, he just doesn’t want to see Samantha at all. The next day as he leaves the house he notices the Land Rover is back. He gets in the Suburban with Chuck to go to the set.
Jacob keeps to himself on breaks. He still is nice to his fans; he doesn’t let his personal life affect his craft. When he gets off work, he really doesn’t want to run into Samantha so he stops to grab dinner then sits in the family room and tries to relax the best he can. He thought about how hurtful she had been and doesn’t know what to think about it.
Samantha is wearing sweats, with her hair back in a ponytail. She stays focused on the task at hand, making the party a success. Three days go by without Jacob and Samantha speaking to each other. Samantha slept in one of the guest rooms. She thought about how they didn’t discuss her leaving. Samantha wants to leave him a note, or maybe she should just text him. But what if he tells her to get out and doesn’t want to work it out?
She sends him a text message: Hey, I know we haven’t talked in days and didn’t know if you wanted me to stay or leave. I always run and I didn’t want to do that. I would like to talk to you when you’re ready.
He doesn’t know what he wants to do.
“Where are you?”
“In the kitchen.”
Samantha gets her fruit out of the fridge and chips out of the pantry. When she turns around, Jacob is sitting at the counter. She sits her food on the counter next to him. She stands in front of him.
"I don’t know if I'm really ready to talk to you right now, but you don’t have to leave," he says.
“I don’t have to leave, or you don’t want me to leave?”
He is careful not to look into her eyes. He leans his head down into her chest placing his hands on her hips, then runs each hand up and down her legs swiftly. Now resting his head on her shoulder she runs her hands through his hair, then wraps his arms around her waist.
“You said some really fucked-up shit, Samantha, and I'm not ready to deal with it right now.”
He gets up to leave the kitchen.
“I know what I said was really hurtful. I'm sorry.”
Jacob stops but keeps his back to her.
“I didn’t realize I had this deep resentment inside me about your family. What do I say to our child? ‘Oh, you can see Grandma but not your Grandfather!’ I'm not going to stay home right now. I'm not saying I won’t eventually stay home, but right now I enjoy working. It gives me a sense of self-worth.”
Jacob doesn’t say a word. He leaves the kitchen and goes back to watch TV. After Samantha eats her snack, she goes to take a bath. She sits in the water for a long time, and washes her hair, leaving it wet, smoothed back in a ponytail. She just doesn’t know if they will make it if they keep getting into fights. She lay in the bed facing the window as the tears streams down her face, making her pillow a soggy mess. Jacob turns off the TV to turn in for the night. He stands at the top of the stairs contemplating what to do about their problems. He opens the door to her room, walks over to the bed, and pulls the sheet back, getting into bed next to her. She is laying on her side. He places his arms around her. He lay there facing her back, and he kisses her wet hair. She cries out loudly.
"Don’t cry, Samantha," he says in his deep voice.
He turns her toward him. She just cries into his chest for a long time.
“I hate to see you like this,” he says. He grabs Kleenex from the night stand to wipe her red, wet face.
She kisses his lips, then pulls back; in return, he kisses her. Jacob removes her panties and shorts, kissing her again and again as he takes his PJ pants off. He enters her fast.
“Oh Jacob!” she screams, voice still trembling. “I love you!”
He pushes back and forth real slow, kissing her neck.
"I love you, baby," he murmurs.
They make love in complete silence, just looking into each other’s eyes. She glances down as he hovers over her, watching his long staff as he pushes in and out of her until they cum together.
They lay in each other arms.
“Samantha, we will argue and fight a hundred times over but I don't want you to ever think you have to leave your home.”
“Jacob, do you really mean that? Because I really felt I should leave. I stayed at the diner up the street until I thought you were asleep.”
“I didn't mean to make you feel that way, but I was pissed! When we get married we will just have to go to separate corners of the house.”
“Jacob, I know we don't want to, but we need to see the therapist again so we can keep these blow-ups from happening.”
“Ok.”
“When do we go on location?” Samantha asks excitedly.
“In three weeks. You will be three months pregnant with my little baby,” replies Jacob. “Hey little one,” he says, speaking to her stomach.
Samantha laughs. “I don't know if the baby can hear.”
“It’s ok; our baby will know my voice. Let's get some sleep.”
Jacob holds Samantha in his arms, and they fall asleep.
The couple flies back to L.A. They drive to their mansion where they are greeted by Nicki.
“Hey guys, happy to see you both,” she says. “Wanted to let you guys know that I found a place so I will be out of here September 1st. Thank you so much for the hospitality!”
"You’re welcome," says Jacob.
Samantha gives Nicki a hug. “Let’s sit,” says Samantha.
“I have some stuff to do so I’ll be back in a minute,” says Jacob.
"Ok," says Samantha.
Samantha and Nicki sit down at the kitchen counter.
“Girl, isn't this house amazing?” Samantha asks.
"Yes," says Nicki. “I'm so happy for you!”
“Thanks, girl, it was touch-and-go for a minute. I didn’t know if we were going to get married after that fight! We are learning to work through our feelings.”
"Good," says Nicki. “Girl, there are crazy women who lurk outside the gate trying to see if Jacob comes out,” says Nicki.
“That’s what makes me mad about being with a celebrity—there is always some thirsty chick waiting to be a side bitch! I lea
rned the best way to keep your man happy is suck him till he is empty, keep him fed in the bed and in his stomach!” The women slap hands in agreement.
“I'm not letting any thirsty bitches get close to my man!” says Samantha.
“Girl, you're crazy!” says Nicki.
“Nicki, wait till you meet a good guy, you will feel the same way! Let’s go over our itinerary for the Vegas trip,” Samantha says.
“So, Samantha, that is how you feel? What did you call them, thirsty bitches?” asks Jacob.
"Yes, Jacob, I did!”
“Ok, you are crazy!” says Jacob.
“Just a touch,” she laughs, kissing him. “Good thing you’re down here because we need to discuss plans for the trip. Where is Todd? I thought he was going to be here.”
"He’s running late," says Jacob.
“We are departing from L.A. at 11 a.m. and our rooms are at Caesar’s Palace. Guys and girls will do their own agendas until we meet for dinner at 5 p.m. Bachelor and bachelorette party festivities start at 8 p.m. Sunday we'll depart at noon. Does that sound about right?" asks Samantha.
"Yes,” Jacob says. “Today at 2 p.m. we have a doctor’s appointment and 4 p.m. we have an appointment with the attorneys," says Jacob.
“Alright, Jacob,” says Samantha.
"Everything looks good; nothing to be worried about,” says Dr. Onyx. “I still need you to work on your stress levels because we want to keep the baby healthy. You’re 12 weeks pregnant now, and at 20 weeks you’ll be able to find out the sex of the baby!”
"Is it ok to now announce that we are pregnant?" asks Samantha.
“Yes, it is!” Dr. Onyx replies.
Jacob and Samantha are so happy they don’t have to keep this a secret any longer. They left the doctor’s office thinking about how they were going to make the big announcement. They have to talk to Jacob’s publicist first. They eat their lunch waiting for Penelope to call back.
“I'm so nervous!” says Samantha.
“Why?”
“The magazines are going to say some horrible things about us. The paparazzi will be in my face now at every turn.”
“Listen, we will be in Montreal most of the time, so you won't have to worry about that crazy scrutiny. It’s ok!” Jacob says reassuringly.
Jacobs’s publicist calls. “Hello, Jacob, I got your text. You can go ahead and announce the pregnancy on social media. I will handle the rest as far as magazines and interviews are concerned,” says Penelope.
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