SAMANTHA POSEY: LOVE UNFOLDED: A BWWM Alpha Billionaire Romance (30 page)

“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 Jacob. “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.