Sam Kerr x The Management Agent

Chapter 28 | Last day of Vacay

Disclaimer: I already know some of you are going to hate me for the direction I'm going with this but it's all for the plot! Remember, rainbows come after the rain :)

Third Person's POV:

And so, the final day of being in the blissful Maldives rolled around. I'm sure you're all wondering...has the chat happened? What have they decided on?. Yes, the chat has happened, but you'll have to keep reading to find out what happens.

Mila's POV:

The girls had bonded easily with Kaia (as I guessed would happen) and we had all genuinely had a relaxing time which was a nice change from our intense work schedules. My time with Sam was truly something I've never experienced and even though I didn't exactly know what the future holds for us or even what's going to happen the day after tomorrow, I knew that I loved her. I love her.

The boat trip back to the mainland to catch our respective flights home (for most of us that was to London) was overfilled with joy. All of us reminiscing over all the weird, funny, random memories that came with our little beach-side adventure. I'm going to miss these girls, these memories. It was all starting to bubble up inside me – the sadness, detachment, loss. It made it difficult to focus on the happy times in the moment, but I held it together.

Sam's POV:

When Mila and I arrived back at my London home, I began to turn colder - I couldn't control it. My face was emotionless [see chapter cover photo for reference]. I have a way of icing people out, particularly lovers, of my life if I know they aren't going to there permanently and I think that's what was starting to happen. My ex leaving me didn't help with the way I process distance. It's so much easier to say goodbye to someone when you end things on bad terms which I learnt – something that had proven extremely difficult to do considering the genuine love we had for each other. Even though I fell first, I think it's safe to say that she fell harder, despite that being a very difficult task to do, which made this whole thing even harder. But I knew as a professional and human being that this would be better for her and her career – if I made her distant. If I made her dislike me more than she loved me. And so...my eye contact with her began to fizzle, along with any physical touch and loving words that I'd usually give her. I could tell she noticed my detachment, eventually breaking the silence by bringing it up.

Mila's POV:

I never would've guessed in a million years that this woman would try and push me away for any reason other than she didn't love me anymore.

"Sam, what are you doing." I ask straight to the point, noticing her vast change in behaviour. No acknowledgement from her is shown.

"Sam" I add in attempt to get some form of her attention, any form.

"What do you mean, I'm just unpacking from the trip" her focus remains on the clothes that her hands are moving back and forth between her suitcase and the closet. She doesn't even give me a glance.

"Would you just look at me for a second, what's wrong you seem off" a calm tone lines my words despite my eager worry for what might be going on.

"Nothing" she pushes, almost annoyed that I'm even asking her in the first place. A short silence burns through the air between us as I continue to stare at her unpacking.

"You know I leave tomorrow" the reminder burns my throat as those words leave it.

"Yeah, Mila, you've made it abundantly clear that you're leaving tomorrow" her tone is verging on rude as I can tell she's clearly frustrated with the idea of us parting – which I was frustrated with too.

A slight scoff comes from me at the utter disbelief of how she's acting right now. I leave it be, heading back to the front door and collecting my suitcase on the way. The tension in the air was unusually high as this wave of frustration overcomes us. Sam finally retracts her attention from pulling clothes out of her luggage as she shouts out from her bedroom "Where are you going".

"My place. Call me when you've settled down. And I really hope that's before I leave." My tone settles down from anger to care adding "you know I love you" whilst I'm halfway out the door, my ear hopeful in listening out for the same reply to which there's nothing but silence. I slam the door shut and hop in an uber that takes me home. My mind was in absolute chaos right now. If I wasn't so frustrated and angry, I would be most likely be in tears right about now. I'd never really experienced this kind of impact on my heart – mostly because I've never loved anyone the way I love Sam.

Sam's POV:

Those words pierce my heart, making me flinch at the pain I endure to hold back any response I want to say. 'It's for the best' I keep telling myself. 'She'll be happier on her own'. Finally, my arms stop transporting the clothes from my suitcase as I realise what's just happened. It's all catching up. She's leaving, just like the last one did. Did I really deserve this? Was I really so unlovable that no-one can stick around? My eyes are far from dry, a layer of water coating them as I hold back any signs of a tear.

What have I done...

Sam

I'm sorry.

But it's for the best.

My fingers hover over the send button as I type out 'I'll love you, forever and always', but ultimately my body overpowers my mind as it holds down the delete button, shutting off my phone. I place my phone back down, not wanting to know whether or not she replies, so long as she sees it.

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Author's Notes:

A bit of trouble in paradise for these two honeymooners – finally reality struck them. Will they get through on the other side or will they go their separate ways, holding their love for each other close?

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For you readers: I had a thought...I think I'm going to wrap this book up in the next couple of chapter BUT if you guys like it, I was thinking I may write a PART 2 book that carries on from how this one ends. I'll only do this though if there's enough want for it so let me know !!!!