More Than Manager

chapter 13

chapter 13//The Confrontation

That evening, I woke up in the middle of the night to get a drink of water. Walking past Roger's room on my way back, a tall brunette snuck out of his room, him standing in the doorway, shooing her out. When she turned around, she saw me and gave a look of disgust after looking me up and down.

I returned the nasty look and she scurried up the stairs and out of the house.

"I'm not even gonna question that," I say casually before reaching the door handle to my room. Before I can go inside, Roger grabs my other hand and turns me around, making me gasp.

"You wanna be next?" he whispered, nodding to his bedroom.

"....No thanks?" I said confused.

He raised a brow and looked me up and down before letting out a chuckle. "You sure?"

I looked down and realized I was wearing pink lace lingerie. I was a little embarrassed to be honest, but I would never let him see that. "Um, yeah. Thanks for the offer though!" I tried to release myself from his grasp, but he didn't let me.

"Well what do you expect me to think when you're running around in your panties in front of me?" He said in a raspy, hushed voice. He grabbed my necklace and twirled it between his fingers.

"Well, I don't know..." I smirked. "I guess I'm just waiting for you to rip it off," I looked at his lips and slid my other hand to the back of his neck.

His face turned straight all of a sudden and he let go of my wrist. "You serious?" he raised his brows.

"No," I smiled. I dropped my hand from him and headed for my room. "Goodnight, Taylor." I shut the door.

"This is what I mean by you being a tease, Sam!" He yelled through the door.

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The next and the following days, I was conscious of how I dressed around Roger. Maybe this is a bad thing to say, but seeing how he'd react when I wore something skimpy sure was fun!

The next day during a small get-together at our vacation home, I wore a tracksuit with the zipper pulled down, just enough to see some cleavage, along with the necklace he gave me.

"You're driving me crazy, Samantha," he whispered to me while subtly zipping up the jacket a bit before walking to a game of truth or dare.

I scoffed and pulled the zipper down to where it was previously. I said looking at him with disgust, despite the butterflies it gave me. I will admit, he's super hot. Like. Super. Smoking hot. It's just the personality that ruins it. Maybe if he stopped hooking up with so many girls, and treated me in public the same way he does in private, he'd have a chance. For now, though, he's-

"Samantha!" all of the guys shouted.

"What?"

"Truth or dare," Freddie repeated.

"Oh, um. Sorry guys, I'm not playing," I said, brushing my hair at the counter. Everyone booed.

"That's not the way things work here," Freddie said. "You either play or you drink!" I rolled my eyes, but walked over to where they were playing. "I'm just kidding, you have to drink anyways, it's part of the rules. Sorry!" Freddie said, handing me a drink.

I gave him an 'are you serious' look, but I took a few sips anyway. I sat down beside Roger. "truth." Everyone booed again. "Okay, how many rules does this game have? I'm allowed to pick truth, dammit," I sighed, taking another sip.

Freddie thought for a moment. "Ahh, okay," he said, finally thinking of a question. "Is it true that you truly don't remember what the fight was about?"