SAMANTHA POSEY: LOVE UNFOLDED: A BWWM Alpha Billionaire Romance (31 page)

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When they
arrive home, Jacob goes to the kitchen to get something to eat and drink. He
sits down on the couch to watch TV. Samantha takes a shower, then goes
downstairs naked.

She stands
in front of Jacob, putting one foot on the couch with her arms folded, asking
him to come upstairs. He kisses her inner thigh, placing his hands on her butt,
holding her in front of him. She loosens up and runs her hands through his
hair.

“Jacob, what's wrong?”
                                    

"You,"
he replies.

“You didn't
like my performance?”

“I loved it.
You have a way of getting me so happy, then disappearing,” he says in his
handsome, deep voice. “It just scares me! I see that we have a hold over each
other. Agreed?" asks Jacob. He kisses her inner thigh again as he moves to
licking between her legs, then stops to look up at her. Again he asks, “Do you
agree?”

"Yes,”
she affirms.

He lay her
on the couch, telling her not to move, while he takes off all his clothes. He
goes back down between her legs, kissing and licking every part of her, then
sucking her clit until she cums. He lay down behind her, kissing her neck and
rubbing her stomach. He places his knee in between her legs as he enters her,
slowly making love to her. He massages her breasts. Her mouth is partly open.
He feels so good inside of her.

She pushes
back down on him as they move in opposite directions, coming back together.
Their lovemaking is so private and intense.

“Jacob, I
need to see your face,” she says.

He then lay
her flat on her back entering her again. She strokes his cheek.

“I'm not
ever leaving again,” she murmurs.

But Jacob is
distant, as if he doesn’t believe her. She pushes him up so she can sit in his
lap.

“Jacob, I
need you to believe me,” she says, kissing him, not closing her eyes.

Samantha
rides him slow moving up and down then in a circular motion until he can’t keep
his eyes open any more because he’s in heaven.

"Fuck,
you feel so good!" he says.

"Come
for me,” she whispers. "Baby, I love you."

He grabs her
by the back of her hair as she moans, pulling her away from him, bracing her so
he can look at her, using his other hand to pull her toward him. Jacob’s
breathing is rushed as he thrust faster and faster.

Samantha
screams, “Oh my God!” as they climax together.

She falls
against him, exhausted. They lay in each other's arms, falling asleep.

Chapter 19

 

Samantha wakes to the morning light, leaving Jacob asleep
on the couch. She almost forgets she needs to get her dress taken out a bit.
She throws some clothes on. Jacob enters their room stark naked and walks into
the bathroom to take a shower. He doesn't say anything to Samantha. She follows
him into the bathroom.

"Jacob, what the fuck is wrong with you?" she
asks.

"Nothing!" he replies.

"I'm making an appointment for us to see the
psychiatrist for next week Wednesday. We both know what this about. I'm here!
I'm not going anywhere, but deep down I think you're trying to push me away
because you're afraid. Now you want to leave first! What do you want to do? Do
you want me to leave? I can stay at the Hilton. Do you want to go to the awards
alone? Oh, that's right, you need me because now I'm your fiancé. Well, I'll be
back in enough time to get dressed."

Samantha leaves the room.

"Samantha! Samantha!" Jacob calls.

He hears the door to the garage close.

Samantha takes the Ferrari. She has the need for speed, she
is so upset!

Jacob goes down to the garage to see what car she’d taken.
When he sees the Ferrari is gone, he becomes concerned for her and the baby. He
keeps trying to call her but she doesn't answer—she doesn't hear her phone
because the music is blasting. Jacob gets dressed and traces Samantha’s phone.
He drives the Bentley coupe to the dress shop.

“How may I help you?” the saleslady asks.

"Hello, I'm here for Samantha Posey’s dress
fitting," Jacob says.

“She's in dressing room four,” the clerk says.

Jacob tries to wait patiently but he can't sit there any
longer. He is so pissed that he asks the seamstress to step out.

"Jacob!" says Samantha, shocked. “What are you
doing here?"

Jacob closes the curtain behind him.

"You're pregnant and you chose that car. It's too dangerous,"
he whispers, enraged.

"Oh, now you care!"

"Don't do that!" he says.

Samantha starts to cry. "I feel like you're still
trying to punish me for Vegas."

"Sorry, Samantha," Jacob says, wrapping her in
his arms.

"Jacob, are we going to be ok?" she asks.

"Of course we are!"

He kisses her.

"I’m being an asshole and I'm sorry. I’ll make it up
to you if you’ll let me. Where are the keys to the Ferrari? Oh, and I'm going
to take care of you before we leave," says Jacob, smiling.

"You promise?" she teases.

“Yes,” he says, laughing. "I'll grab us some
breakfast. I'll see you back at the house."

He put his shades and baseball cap back on because he knows
the incident is about to be on social media. Jacob walks out the store waving
at fans who are all taking pictures of him. Sure enough, it is on Rags TV later
that day.

Julius views the morning paper showing Samantha Posey’s
engagement to Jacob Latters. Julius is furious; he feels she is flaunting her
engagement in his face.

"I will not stand for this! I am going to kill them
both on their big day," Julius says.

"I had to have the dress taken out a little,"
Samantha says, poking her bottom lip out.

"Does this mean your ass is going to get even
bigger?" Jacob says as he smacks it.

"Jacob, it’s not funny. I will be in shape during this
pregnancy.” She jumps up on the counter.

"Well, I brought you the healthiest breakfast I could
find in L.A.," Jacob says.

She looks at the meal, which comes with sprouts.

"I don’t like those; they're nasty."

"But they are healthy. Can you please eat?" Jacob
asks.

Samantha put a forkful of eggs and sprouts in her mouth.
"We need to talk," she says. "I understand that I lied to you,
then I ran from you and now I'm asking you to trust me. I'm sorry and I'm
really not leaving again. I can't be without you!”

"Samantha, it’s just… I just think I'll lose it if you
leave again."

"Baby, I'm here," she says as she runs her hands
through Jacob’s hair. "I struggled every day without you. I bought the rag
magazines so I could see your face," she reveals. "When you were
sitting in my room I thought my heart was going to beat out of my chest. I
wanted to run into your arms. And here we are! I don't want to fight,” she
says.

She rubs her hand along his face and put her head against
his.

"I want you," Jacob whispers. He picks her up off
the kitchen counter and whisks her upstairs to their bedroom. Laying her on the
bed, he takes his shirt off, pulling her pants off, then she places one of her
feet on his chest. He moves her foot.

"Come here," she says.

He leans down over her, taking her shirt off, then kissing
her lips. He sits back and looks at her.

"You're so beautiful," he says as he falls down
on her chest, holding her tight, crying in her arms.

"Baby, it’s ok, we're going to be ok this time."
She runs her fingers through his hair and tears fall from the corner of her
eyes. She just wonders how they got there, but as long as they are together
they'd be ok. They fall asleep. The awards dinner Jacob is hosting isn't until
4 p.m. They wake up at 2 p.m. when Samantha's glam team arrives.

"Jacob, how do you do it? Aren't you just tired
sometimes and don’t want to do the red carpet?"

"I don't go to everything—I go to half the
events," he says.

Samantha’s glam team does her hair, makeup and helps her
into her dress in record time.

"You know, ladies, it's only going to get harder the
bigger I get. I do not want to look like a whale, so please come up with ideas
for the dress I should wear to the awards on Monday. We also need to look for
my wedding gown for September."

"Ok, we're leaving, but Sandra will let you out,"
Jacob says. "You look beautiful," he tells Samantha as he kisses her
on the cheek. "Thanks ladies," he says.

The girls look at each other and say, "Damn, he is
fine to be a white boy!"

Jacob blushes.

Soon after getting into the truck, Jacob starts feeling
Samantha’s breast and kissing her neck.

"Jacob, I feel bad for falling asleep earlier."

"It comes with being pregnant; you're going to sleep
more. Like you told me, I'm with you for more than just your great
lovemaking," he says.

She smiles.

He kisses her neck again.

"Jacob, if you need me to have sex with you right now,
I will."

"You make me more relaxed," he says.

She put up the partition. She then kisses his lips.

"I am here to please you; that will be my job as your
wife. If I go in there looking busted, it's on you."

He looks into her eyes as he has his way with her.
"Samantha, I need you."

She takes off her panties, raises her dress, and then sits
on his lap.

"I want to do what you want. Just relax,” she says
kissing his lips. She grabs his erection, putting it inside her.

"Oh!" she moans.

Jacob kisses her neck while she holds his arms, moving up
and down slowly. He clenches her back ever so tightly as he orgasms.

"Are you ok?" she asks as she caresses his face
with the back of her hand.

"Yeah," he says, kissing her. "Are you
ok?"

"Yes."

They fix their clothes and Samantha checks her makeup.

"We're here," says the driver.

"Ok," Jacob replies.

Jacob and Samantha walk onto the red carpet hand in hand. A
reporter approaches.  

"Jacob, you've had a wonderful year as far as the show
is concerned and you’re now going into your seventh season. How does it
feel?"

“It feels great; we worked really hard to give our fans
what they want and have some great surprises coming this fall," Jacob
replies.

"Thank you, Jacob."

Another reporter approaches the couple. "Jacob, you've
had a phenomenal year on the show but your personal life has been on the
forefront and has played out in some very confrontational situations in the
media. How is that affecting you?"

"Most couples are able to handle certain challenges in
private, but because I'm a celebrity I don't get that opportunity. But we'll be
fine. We're planning our wedding and that's our focus right now, thank
you."

Jacob and Samantha go into the awards dinner and socialize
with many philanthropists before Jacob has to go onstage. A woman approaches.

"Hello Jacob, I see you’re doing well," the woman
says.

"Samantha, this is my ex-girlfriend Amy," Jacob
says.

"Hello," says Samantha as she smiles awkwardly.

"So how are you dealing with his mood swings? They can
be so tiring," says Amy.

Samantha looks confused.

"Ok, Amy, you've had your fun," Jacob says.

"Oh no you don't! You wouldn't marry me, someone who
is obviously on your financial level, but you’re marrying a poor black girl! I
can't even see his family letting him marry you!" says Amy.

"Samantha!" says Jacob as he gives her the look
of disapproval.

“So you won’t let her speak. She doesn't have her own voice
huh? Figures," says Amy.  

But Jacob knows she has a voice—he is worried about what
Samantha might say or do to Amy!

Samantha walks closer, grabbing Amy's hand and getting
close to her ear. "You really know nothing about me. You're grasping at
straws; if you knew anything about me, you would know I have my own money. My
advice would be for you to walk away because you don't want me to show my ugly
side," Samantha says as she backs up, smiling.

Amy yells, "Are you threatening me?"

"Of course not," Samantha says in a low voice.
"I wouldn't dare." She winks her eye, turns, and walks away.

People are staring at Amy. Samantha is quite pleased with
herself as she walks to her table feeling famished.

"Amy, why do you insist on embarrassing yourself like
this?" Jacob asks.

He returns to his table, where Samantha is eating a buttery
roll.

"This is delicious!" she whispers, "It’s not
for me; it's for the baby."

Jacob laughs.

"Don't worry, Jacob, I know we'll talk about it when
we get home. Honey, be a dear and get me another chicken breast."

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