SAMANTHA POSEY: LOVE UNFOLDED: A BWWM Alpha Billionaire Romance (35 page)

“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 learned 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.

"Ok
thanks, Penelope!” Jacob hangs up the phone. “She says we can go ahead and
announce it on social media,” says Jacob to Samantha. “Are you ok with that?”

“Yes,” says
Samantha.

Jacob sent
out a message on his social media accounts: “We’re having a baby!” 

“Done!” he
says.

As soon as
they leave the restaurant, they are already being mobbed by paparazzi. Jacob
won’t comment on how far along Samantha is in her pregnancy. He will let his
publicist handle that.