'But why do you care so much? She can make her own choices'
he thought, but he shook his head no.
'I don't care she's not fucking him, or anybody for that matter'
At her place he saw that her car wasn't out front, and he realized she didn't go there. "Damn It." He banged his hand against his steering wheel. "She must be at his house. Fuck!"
After seeing that he couldn't save her from making a mistake, he drove to the frat house he was a part of, and went straight to his bedroom not wanting to be bothered by his brothers. When he laid down he drifted off to sleep immediately.
~*~
A week and a half had passed before Ian knew it, and he hadn't heard from Samantha since the day she stormed out of the café with Calvin. He had been worrying his brains out, because he had no clue if she was safe, or where she could be. He tried calling and texting her countless times but each time he would find himself waiting for hours, with no reply. At first he felt more worried than anything else, but then that worry turned into anger, then guilt, before once again going to worry.
He had been to her apartment she shared with her roommate Kristie multiple times, but being that Kristie didn't care too much for him she wasn't any help. Since their fling didn't work out the way she wanted it too, she advise him to stay away from her from that moment on. But he thought that he had made himself clear before they started sleeping together, being brutally honest he told her that he didn't want a relationship with her. She lied to him, when she told him that she was ok with them just having sex every now and then. So now here he was stuck with no one close enough to her that would have an idea of where she would be.
All of their mutual friends had no clue, since she was smart enough not to share her plans with them. She knew how he was, and so she knew if she told them he would get information from them. He hung up the phone once again after trying to get in touch with her at her apartment, but Kristie answered and cursed him out in Korean.
"Where are you Sammy?" He wondered, worrying his bottom lip. "Fuck this." He grabbed his keys and headed outside to his slick black Camaro, making this the fourth time in this week that he made a trip to her apartment.
~~~
Samantha had been avoiding Ian like the plague successfully, for more than a week. Letting Kristie and other friends know that they could not tell Ian for any reason, where or who she was with. She had spent all her time going to the few classes she had, and hanging out with Calvin enjoying his company and personality. The day at the café when Ian began to go crazy she knew that she had to space herself away from him. Ian was an overbearing buffoon who tried to rule her love life for far too long.
Her entire freshman and sophomore year was dateless, and in other words sexless leaving her sexually starving. All because of Ian; with him being a fucking brute, who controlled everybody. Whenever someone tried to talk to her, or take any form of interest into her, he got in the guy's face to make threats. Which sucked because she was technically a virgin, but just without the hymen by her own doing. No man had yet touched her, and she wanted to find someone she could get into a serious relationship with before she allow them access to her treasure.
He was fear mostly because one night at a party his frat hosted, a year ago, a young guy they called E.J tried to talk to her. With Ian being busy trying to get with two girls that night, didn't realize. So she didn't see the harm in dancing with the guy and letting him give her drinks, it was a party and everyone wanted to have a good time. When she began to get drunk E.J told her that he was going to take her to Ian's room so she could sleep it off, by her being Ian Queens best friend people knew not to try to harm her, so she trustingly followed. Once he got her into a room that belong to him instead of Ian, he began to violate her body, telling her he had always had his eyes on her and that now he was finally going to have her.
Down stairs Ian instantly noticed the moment she disappeared, he had kept a watchful eye on her throughout the entire party watching her have fun and dance with E.J, even though she didn't have a clue he knew. He asked his friend Michael if he saw where she went, and he confessed some disturbing news about E.J being upstairs about to have sex with her so she could be added to the 'Hit List'.
Ian lost it, ran up the stairs and straight to E.J's room. He burst through the door, to see that Samantha was almost passed out, with her shirt and bra removed. E.J was sucking on her nipples, while unbuttoning her pants, when Ian quickly yanked him off of her. Vehemence consumed him as he pummeled E.J's face repeatedly, until the guy cried and cowardly held up his hands to block the blows delivered. Ian grabbed a fist full of hair and slung him out of the door, before he slammed and locked the door afterwards, knowing that he wouldn't have been able to stop himself if he hadn't.
He took long deep breaths to calm his anger for her sake, promising himself that he would finish E.J off later and throw his worthless ass out of the house for what he had done. After he felt calmer he walked over to her to make sure she was ok, she stared at him through hooded eyes that slowly drifted closed completely. His eyes traveled down to her bared breast, that glistened from E.J's salvia and his fist involuntarily tighten, he watched mesmerized by the sight of them rising and falling with every breath she took, his hand started to itch with the need to touch them. When he reached out to touch her he rapidly had a change of heart remembering what and who she was to him, grabbing her shirt and bra he covered her chest, before effortlessly picking her up to be carried to his room. He dressed her in one of his oversized shirts and tucked her snugly into his bed before he crawled in with her.
She was grateful for him being there to save her, but now she finally decided to wise up and take back control of her love life, if she didn't she wouldn't have any romance while Ian controlled her. After meeting Calvin at an art exhibit for her art class, she decided to take a chance for once and put her own happiness over Ian. Being an attractive black woman, with a curvaceous shape some would kill for deserved to have someone to love her right, so why continue to allow someone to hinder the possibilities?
Now after a week she was finally back at her own apartment, Calvin had taken her to the lake so she could enjoy ice skating for the first time, the day that they left the café; it was so much fun that neither wanted the day to end. He asked her to come back to his place, and she accepted the invitation since Kristie wasn't going to be in, and he didn't want her to be alone. That one day turned into a week, and through the entire time sex was off limits, he was content with that and they just relaxed and became closer.
But just like any other fairy tale it had to end, now back home she was at a lost for what to do, and yet again Kristie wasn't home because of a class, thus making her bored out of her mind. Deciding to curl up on the couch, and watch cartoons was the best thing to do to cure her boredoms, it always did. But no sooner than she became engrossed with 'The amazing world of Gumball' there was a banging on her door "What the hell?" She mumbled.
Irritation and curiosity is the two factors that made her leave her comfortable position on the couch, looking through the peep hole she saw the last person she wanted to see; Ian. Closing her eyes she tried to think of what she was going to do, by the grim expression she saw on his face she could tell that he was very pissed. Before she could actually think about 'not' opening the door, she heard him growl. "Open the damn door Samantha. I saw your car outside, so I know you're here"
She jerked back from the door knowing that she was caught, nervously she began to unlatch the locks and open the door. When she opened it fully, he charged through almost knocking her over. "Where the fuck have you been Samantha?" He asked roughly, placing his hands on his waist.
If she hadn't already figured out he was pissed at her, the fact that he used her birth name was a dead giveaway. "Stop talking to me that way!" She shouted, crossing her arms. "You are not in control of my life. So I don't owe you any type of explanation." She pointed at him, the anger she harbored towards him came alive.
"I was worried about you! How the hell could you do that to me?" he asked incredulous. "We talk everyday almost, but all of a sudden you stop answering my calls and texts. For an entire week and a half." His voice got louder the more he spoke.
"What do you mean!?" Speechless she turned away from him. "Forgive me, for not knowing we had transported back to the 3
rd
fucking grade!" She said mockingly. "Yes it's been a week and we have spoken, so what! Sue me!"
This was the first time in the history of their entire friendship that they actually resorted to shouting at each other. Samantha rubbed her temple to ease the headache she felt setting in, as Ian appeared stoic as he stared at her. But inside Ian felt as if he would explode, he didn't understand why she would do, or say these things to him of all people. Didn't she know how much he cared for her, how her safety was one of his number one priority's.
She obviously didn't and Ian's anger boiled over from the realization, he turned as if to leave but just as quickly he turned back to face her. Grabbing her hands he pushes her against the doorframe, with her arms firmly locked above her head he leaned into her. "I asked you how could you do this to me?" His hands tighten slightly around her small wrist.
She bucked forward trying to dislodge his grip, but it was no use. "I was having fun for once, I thought of me. I was not going to worry about you running away the guy I actually like!" She yelled into his face, trying to intimidate him.
"You..." He looked down and breathed deeply, trying to constrain himself. "You did this shit to spite me?"
She gritted her teeth. "NO! I did this for myself, everything is not about Ian Queen."
The hold he had on her was beginning to turn her on, sparking the remnants of the small crush she once had on him in middle school. It scared her. "Let me go right now Ian." She demanded.
He didn't. With his jaw tightly clenched, and his blue-green eyes glaring into hers, he let his head dart forward to catch her lips with his. Caught off guard, she didn't immediately respond, but as he deepen the kiss she opened her mouth slightly. Allowing his tongue to dart inside at the opening she made, tasting the minty flavor of her mouth drove him wild and he couldn't get enough. He put both of her wrist in one hand as he brought the other one down to grope her breast, making her gasp and moan sweetly.
Hearing her moan set fire to his body, and he found himself yanking her tank top she wore over her head, and the spandex shorts down her thick voluptuous thighs. Kneeling in front of her, he noticed she wore no panties, and he was face to face with her trimmed plump pussy.
