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hapter 3:
Samantha jumped up from the bed knocking her bowl of popcorn over, when she saw him standing at her door face flushed red with fury. Storming over to her, he got into her face. "You told your little boyfriend to befriend me?"
"Wha-? "
"Samantha, I'm only going to say this once. You're no longer going to see him." He crossed his arms over his chiseled chest, and stood confident that she would obey him.
"Get the hell out of here!" She shoves him roughly. "I'm not going to let you run my life. What I have with Calvin has nothing to do with you. You're supposed to be my friend, you're supposed to be happy for me." She stood on her tip toes, to glare levelly at him.
"Instead you're constantly trying to tell me what I can and cannot do." It was her turn to invade his space; pointing her finger into his face. "What I have with him could be a good thing, and I'm not going to miss out on it."
She walked around him to the door. "I'm not going to let go of someone that makes me happy. No matter what you say." She opened the door. "Get out, Ian."
Walking over to the door he slammed it once more. "Samantha, I don't want to fight with you. Understand that I'm not particularly in the mood to play these games." He snarled through clenched teeth.
Samantha smelled the liquor on his breath, and scoffed. Pushing him aside she reached for the bowl that had landed on the floor. "And neither am I. Go home Ian, sober up. I'm not going to entertain this conversation anymore. Ever. " Cleaning up the mess in her room, she ignored him.
Feeling the dismissal; Ian gritted his teeth. "This conversation is far from over, Samantha." He grabs her by the arm, pulling her up to her feet; halting her actions entirely.
"Let go of me, Ian." She demanded, dropping the bowl again.
Ian pulled her towards him, and lost his common sense. Forcefully bringing her hands behind her back; restraining her from moving. He watched as her eyes grew large and alert.
"Ian what are you doing?" She asked, frightened. "Let me go."
Ian could see that he was scaring her, but he was too far gone to care at the moment. Holding her hands in one strong grip, he let his free hand come up to rest on her throat. Gently he squeezed her throat lightly. Watching as her breathing began to change slightly, before a small moan slipped from her lips.
'
Ah, she likes that.'
Leaning forward, he never let his eyes stray from hers, as he smoothly planted a kiss on her lips.
Samantha breathed deeply, trying to calm her racing heart, as she felt Ian's tongue try to gain entry into her mouth. When she refused him access he pulled back, and gazed at her lustfully.
Shaking her head she tried to escape his hold. "Stop this Ian. Whatever you're doing, just stop and think about it for a second, curly." She said, trying to convince him to see reason.
Ian wasn't hearing it, bringing the hand that held her throat down to her hip. "Last time I was here, with you in my arms you were silently begging for this." He stated.
Samantha thought about how he had made her feel that day. Only to walk out, and make her feel stupid afterwards. "What happened that day is irrelevant. I won't let you make a fool out of me anymore." She said firmly.
He stared at her for a long moment, feeling guilty. Samantha shot daggers with her eyes, as they stared each other down.
Breaking their connection he looked down at her body. Realizing for the first time that she was half dressed. The tank top she wore clung to her ample breast tightly displaying her taunt nipples, which grew tighter from his stare. Eyes lingering for a little longer, his attention was soon drawn to her lower half. Clad in frilly beige boyshorts, that accentuated her full ass, and pretty pussy. Licking his lips he felt his dick harden, and elongate.
Samantha noticed how he stared at her, and she felt her stomach tightened, not believing her nipples could get any tighter; but they did. When he looked down she knew he was staring at her pussy. Quickly crossing her right leg over the other, she slightly twisted her waist. Hiding herself from him.
Ian notice what she was doing, and it served no purpose. Her face showed the anxiety she felt from the passionate look in his eyes. Taking his hand from her waist, he brought it to her panty clad pussy. Fingers immediately became soaked, as he caressed her. She gasped. "No." On a moan.
Ignoring her he cupped her pussy firmly, rubbing his index finger down her slit through her panties.
"AH." She moaned. Shaking her head, and clenching her teeth. "Stop Ian... Please." She gasped.
Feeling her arousal skyrocket, as the evidence of it soaked through the fabric of her panties even more, and onto his hand.
"You're saying 'no' but your pussy is telling me how you really feel; the truth. So that's what I'm listen too."
Suddenly he pushed her back and onto her plush bed. Grabbing the hem of his shirt he pulled both jacket, and all over his head. Leaving him bare chested at her feet. Shaking her head no, Samantha used agility she didn't know she possessed, as she rolled off of the bed. Thanking God that she didn't have a bed with a higher rail at the bottom. Making it easy for her to get to her feet, and run to her bathroom.
Ian let her run. Knowing she was cornered, he didn't worry about her getting away. Walking to the closed door, he tried the knob not expecting for the door to be unlocked as he twisted the knob, and walked in. Complete silence greeted him as he looked around the spacious bathroom, spotting a very pissed off Samantha Wilson staring out of the window.
Feeling him advance towards her she shot up and stormed to him, delivering a slap right across the face. "Get the fuck out." She shouted. "I can't fucking stand you. You're acting like a damn crazy person. You better get your shit together, or you can consider yourself short a friend."
